#ah i remember when my chin was ‘not in style’

[simplyghosting]

Person: Oh! Having your chin is trendy right now. Women are getting their chins filled because the defined look is in and-

Me:

[togrowoldinv]

The Clubhouse

WandaNat x Female Reader

When the richest members of the country club approach you about joining their relationship, you can’t say no to them.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), strap on sex (R and W receiving), essentially sugar mommies

Note: Enjoy!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Natasha’s raspy voice asks.

You barely hear her over the sound of your own heart beating. She is so close to you. Her hand is on your thigh, just a little too high to be friendly. Her nose presses against your neck.

“Yeah. It’s just- this is coming out of nowhere,” you say.

“Is it?” Wanda asks. Her tone is a bit condescending. You can’t help but press your thighs together at the way it makes you feel.

“We’ve been flirting with you for months now,” Natasha says. “You haven’t noticed?”

You shake your head. Wanda grabs your chin a little roughly to force you to look into her eyes. This is way too intimate for a public area of the clubhouse. A corner booth doesn’t offer much privacy.

Wanda and Natasha frequent this bar area often after their visits to the course. You never knew that they paid any attention to you working.

“Use your words, baby,” Wanda instructs.

“No, I didn’t notice,” you reply.

“That’s a shame,” Wanda says. “We thought about you every night. Didn’t we, Natasha?”

“Mhm, we did,” Natasha agrees. She moves her mouth to your neck and leaves a few opened mouth kisses. “Every night as I buried my face in my wife’s pussy I thought about what yours might taste like.”

You bite your lip and can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling of her lips, and her words make you feel unspeakable things.

Wanda presses her lips to the other side your neck, following the same delicate pattern that Natasha did.

“And when I rode her strap, I thought about how good you’d look doing the same. Being so good for us,” Wanda says.

“What did you say, baby? Will you join us?” Natasha asks.

You almost nod without speaking, but you remember Wanda said to use your words.

“Yes,” you breathe out. You’re not really sure why you agree, but you know that you want to see where this goes. “I- um- I don’t get off until 8.”

“I can fix that,” Natasha says. She gets up from beside you. You miss her warmth already.

“Let’s go to the car,” Wanda says. She holds your hand and walks with you to the door. Natasha meets you there.

“You’re free to leave,” Nat says. She places a hand on your back to lead you out of the clubhouse. “And don’t worry, this will be better than any tip you’ll get from these men.”

Outside, there is a car waiting for Wanda and Nat. They help you into the backseat with them. Their thighs press against yours as they sit close. Natasha fields a few calls on the car ride to their house.

When you arrive, the driver opens the door to reveal the absolute mansion Wanda and Nat live in. The two women walk you inside. They share a nod and Wanda walks to the other room. Natasha ushers you into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Natasha says. She gestures to the couch. You sit and watch as she makes a drink. “Would you like one?”

“I’m okay,” you reply.

“Y/n,” she says as she walks to the couch. She is wearing a fur coat that reveals enough of her chest that you want to see more. Her blonde hair is styled perfectly. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” you say too quickly. “Intimidated by you is actually it.”

“Ah, okay,” Natasha says. “And Wanda?”

“Same thing,” you tell her.

“We’re just people, you know.”

Wanda enters the room. She shed her blazer and is now wearing dress pants and a white blouse. Her brown hair cascades over the material.

“I made you a drink,” Natasha says to Wanda.

“Thank you, my love,” Wanda replies. She takes her drink from the table and sits on the couch on the other side of you. “So, what did I miss?”

“Oh nothing,” Nat replies.

“Did you tell her what we want?” Wanda asks as if you aren’t there. Nat shakes her head. “Well, then I will. Y/n, we are very attracted to you. And we wanted to ask you to join us. No strings attached. Just sex. What do you think?”

“I- um-”

“Wanda, don’t scare her,” Natasha jumps in. Her hand rubs your back. “We can take it slow. For example, can I kiss you?”

“Okay,” you agree.

Natasha’s hand comes to your neck as she pulls you in for a kiss. Her plump lips brush against yours softly. You feel your entire body burning with pleasure. She doesn’t deepen the kiss, but it was enough to make you think you’d say yes to anything she asked.

“How was that?” Natasha asks.

“Wow,” you say seriously. The blonde chuckles.

“Wanda, why don’t you try,” Nat tells her wife.

Wanda pulls you her way and kisses your lips much in the same way that Natasha did. She tastes different though. Her kiss is hungrier. You get the feeling this was her idea and Nat is doing it to make her happy. Not that she minds.

When Wanda stops kissing you, Natasha is quick to bring her in for a kiss. The two of them kiss in front of you. The sight of their tongues mingling alone is enough to get you off.

“You like that?” Natasha asks you. She noticed the way you were staring.

You nod. Wanda suddenly leans forward and bites your neck. It hurts but not more than it feels good.

“Words, detka. Words,” she says.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

Wanda seemingly forgives you as she kisses your lips again. Nat moves her deft fingers over your button up. It seems she is magic as she unbuttons all of them by the time Wanda moves her attention to your chest.

The brunette uses her hands to push open your shirt. Your bra falls to the side. You assume Natasha also took that off you when Wanda was distracting you with her intoxicating lips.

“So beautiful,” Wanda breathes out. “I have imagined this.”

Natasha stands from the couch. She opens her coat to reveal she is completely naked aside from a red strap connected to her hips. Your eyes go wide at the sight. Wanda grins. She takes your nipple into her mouth while she takes the other with her fingers.

“Do you want to ride my strap, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“Yes please,” you say.

“Good girl,” Natasha says.

She sits on the couch next to you, pulling you onto her lap. She moves the tip of the strap over your folds. Wanda sits up higher on the couch and takes her wife’s breast into her mouth. Natasha slips the strap into you. You press your forehead against hers as she fills you up.

“Fuck, I knew she could take your cock so well,” Wanda says.

“I know, sweetheart. She is so fucking wet and tight,” Natasha says.

“I can’t wait to taste her for myself,” Wanda says. “To make her feel so good.”

Natasha’s hands move your hips back and forth as she pounds the strap into you. She hits the sweet spot over and over again. You feel yourself losing control.

“Come for me, y/n,” Nat instructs you.

You come hard against her strap, slowing your movements until you fall against her. She kisses your head softly. A stark contrast of how she was just pounding into you. The two women give you a moment to catch your breath.

Nat helps you slip off her strap. Wanda kneels on the floor in front of the couch. She spreads your legs open again before burying her face between them. Nat situates herself behind Wanda. She pulls her pants down her legs enough to gain access to her. Nat presses her strap into her wife.

Wanda groans as she feels Nat bury herself deep into her. The taste of you gets her high quickly. You squirm under her tongue and that spurs her on further.

“So fucking good,” Natasha says, accentuating each word with the movement of her hips.

“Fuck,” you mumble. You won’t last much longer.

You see Natasha smirk as she feels Wanda coming against her. Her pleasure is enough to finish you off. Coming hard against Wanda’s tongue, you fall apart.

The two women stop their ministrations and catch their breath. Wanda takes the strap off of Natasha’s hips. She kisses the woman before directing her to sit on the couch.

“I want to see you eat her out,” Wanda says to you.

“Yes ma’am.”

You stand from the couch and kneel before Natasha. Her strong hands direct you exactly where she wants you. Natasha smirks at how in heaven you look between her legs. Wanda moves her fingers over Nat’s pussy lips to work in tandem with your tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Make her feel so good,” Wanda says. She lifts your head to kiss you before pushing you back to Natasha’s clit. You suck her until her hips stutter beneath you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Natasha says.

Wanda removes her hand to let you have the moment when Natasha comes to yourself. She is so beautiful falling apart underneath you. Once she comes down from her high, she pulls you up into her lap. You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder.

Wanda sits next to you and the three of you recover together.

“How do you feel, y/n?” Wanda asks.

“I’m good,” you say. And you really are.

“I think this is going to work out just fine,” Natasha says.

After that day, Natasha and Wanda continue to see you at the clubhouse. Whenever they ask you to leave with them, you never turn them down. Why would you? They are absolutely perfect.

[selkiecoded]

wait i just remembered i DO have unposted orv stuff that i can post for kim dokjas birthday. 2k of hot supreme king x reader fic dont like dont read!!!1!! orginal characarter do not steal!!!!!

(or, Yoo Joonghyuk takes a pit-stop in one of the world-lines. An old friend offers to pay for dinner.)

[Ah, late, so late! I can't believe I missed my alarm! And on my first day of work too... I was so worried, when I got off the train, I started running the rest of the way to the company. Hopefully nobody would notice that I was late. I had to get a new job after my boyfriend dumped me, and I couldn't afford to live on my previous salary.

As I rushed to the building, I had to push past many people to get to the doors. In my haste, however, I accidentally tripped! When I fell, I landed against something hard. "Oof!"

"Hey," a menacing voice said. "Watch where you're going next time! Don't be so quick to touch me!" Eep!

I stepped back quickly, bowing as deep as I could. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t..." When I looked up I trailed off, becoming even more panicked. Ah, I recognized that man!

He looked down at me with a handsomely striking gaze. "You. What is your name?"

"I-It's L/N Y/N. Um, again, I'm so sorry... CEO-nim!" I bowed again. A nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of beautiful jewels; soft hair styled fashionably to frame his face... His suit, too, looked quite beautiful. I really messed up this time. Not only was I late, but I ran into the CEO of the company, the powerful Yoo Jo--]

I stopped there. I didn't bother to learn the name of the poor idol whose name had been stolen for this. Why was I even reading this? Reader-inserts were meant for wish fulfillment, but they always did something that took you out of the story. For the first part, I'd pay much more attention to my surroundings than that.

I pocketed my phone again, sighing. Perhaps I was the cynical one here? They were probably just written by young girls, daydreaming about getting to talk to a beloved character or idol, and was that so horrible? Actually, I believed in chance meetings, but I felt like the one here was a little too contrived...

Many thoughts went through my head as I stepped through a convenience store. Buying dinner after work was the only good thing about my job, I should just quit. Perhaps that would get me closer to the path of meeting a handsome CEO? How laughable.

I was still thinking this when I moved forwards again. But this time, when I walked, I ran directly into a hard wall.

No, wait? I had been to this store many times, and there wasn't anything blocking the entryway the other times. I stepped back, confused, to find my 'wall' staring back at me. Ah... Perhaps I should've read that story until the end.

The man in front of me had a good face. He certainly looked like he could be the menacing protagonist. But, how do I put this? Everything below the neck ruined the effect. 

He was wearing an astronaut's spacesuit, even with the helmet tucked in his arms, but he wore a black trenchcoat over that, making his form extra bulky. At the same time, strange rips were visible against it. Not a romance protagonist, then. Sci-fi? But the coat screamed chuunibyou characterization...

"Ah, sorry, I wasn't watching, excuse me..."

The man was still staring at me, and if anything his expression grew more annoyed. What did he want me to say? Should I chastise him for standing in the middle of the walkway?

Before I said anything, or even managed to go around him, a young girl peeked out from behind his back. She was dressed more normally, in casual clothes with a fuzzy jacket, but still stood out just by being around him. When she saw me, her first reaction was curiosity, but after a moment, her eyes widened in surprise and an unprecedented amount of delight.

"Oh, it's okay! I promise his bark is worse than his bite. Hey, you're from around here, yes? Do you have some money we can borrow?"

Huh?

The man turned to glare at the shameless girl instead. "We don't need money. Especially not from… them."

"Yes, yes. You're a big scary terrorist, you steal what you can't buy. Isn't that too much though? You're already beating poor authors senseless, how much crime do you need to commit before your dark heart is satisfied?"

I quickly turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hey!" The girl's voice called out again, and I could hear her running to follow me. With a sigh, I paused and looked back at her. I didn't want someone like her friend chasing me, so it would be better to just hear her out.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you must think we're acting quite weird! But, really, we don't have any money. If you can, could you spare just a couple of dollars?"

"Mm, I don't know. If you're that desperate isn't it better to be more polite in asking? What happened, did you lose it all on a scam?" No, wait, what was I saying? I didn't want to deal with these guys longer than I had to. Just talking to them would make me stick out very badly.

Still, for some strange reason, I couldn't stop myself from taking on a familiar tone.

Her friend gave her a mean look, which she ignored, before glancing at me. After a second, he said, "We were mugged."

I blinked at him. "I see..." He gave a pained nod as if to really emphasize his plight, while the girl just smiled. When she noticed my gaze on her, her expression switched to that of grim sincerity.

I had to take a moment to step back and mentally collect myself. First off, how stupid did they think I was? Not only was their acting terrible, but who would honestly think a guy like this was attacked? And lost?

Still, there was a hint of realism in their performance. Definitely not mugged, but maybe they were actually broke?

I sighed to myself, folding my arms and looking up at the ceiling. Ah, what should I do? Most people would just ignore them, or perhaps the chosen few would spare them just enough won for a small meal.

I wasn't a kind person. No more than anyone else was, anyways. My philosophy was that it's best to go through life not making waves, and sometimes the politeness required to slip under the radar was misconstrued as kindness. Still, when the common consensus split so unevenly, that left one question: what would I, Y/N, do? After all, 'myself' was the only thing I could be.

I sighed again, much more exhausted this time. "Okay, let's go get dinner. Follow me."

The man's eyes shook slightly, reluctance evident in his expression. Still, when I started to walk out of the store, they followed after me. Damn, being followed by a guy in that outfit was truly humiliating...

The girl caught on much quicker, hurrying to match my pace. "Haha, isn't this sweet? Going out is much better than convenience store food. You're so nice... Mm, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Ah... Yes, my name is L/N Y/N."

"Y/N?" She echoed. My name sounded strange in her mouth for whatever reason. Maybe I just wasn't used to hearing people not from work use it. In fact, she had an odd look on her face, but it passed quickly. "I see. It's a good name!"

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Thank you. Though, I guess you should be telling my parents that more than me."

"Aah, well, I'm Biyoo! And you can just call him the 'Supreme King.'"

I immediately shot back, "I am not calling him that," the same time our titular king went, "Do not call me that."

A moment of silence passed between us, as though he was seriously debating something. Finally, he spoke, seeming deeply annoyed. "Yoo Joonghyuk."

Was that his name, then? His manners were bad, but I let it slide for now. He would just have to thank me very sincerely for buying him food.

"Here, this place does cheap meal sets. Sorry, I know I offered, but it's nothing fancy..."

Biyoo seemingly paid this no mind, while Yoo Joonghyuk shot me an inscrutable look. Hey, at least I had some money. He was in no place to judge. Even if this would mean I'd be eating leftovers for the next couple of days.

The restaurant sat us down quickly. Biyoo and I pulled our chopsticks apart cheerfully. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his utensils untouched, however.

"What is it? I already apologized that it isn't too nice."

"I don't eat food made by others."

His voice was deadly serious. Who was this arrogant bastard? No, actually, both of them were rude. Why was I humoring them to this extent?

Finally, I shrugged. "Okay then, your choice. What's this I heard about you stealing from convenience stores? Perhaps I should go alert the workers there, I wouldn't want their jobs to be in danger just because some man decided thievery was better than perfectly good food, already paid for..."

He glared at me, but I ignored him, eating happily. Ah, the rice here was so fluffy, I never got it like this when I made it at home.

Biyoo laughed, which prompted me to look up. To my satisfaction, Yoo Joonghyuk had picked up the chopsticks and was gruffly taking his share.

"So, Y/N-ssi, tell us about yourself! I'd very much like to know about the person who's been so hospitable to us poor mugging victims."

"Well, firstly, you don't need to pretend to have been attacked to me. I already bought you food. I don't need your sob story."

"Aha, what gave it away?"

"Secondly, there's not much to say about me.. If anything, I'm more interested in your story."

"I'm sure that's not true! Let's see... What do you do for a job that lets you provide for two stragglers?"

She avoided my questioning easily. Was it okay to be giving out my information like this to two strangers? Perhaps they'd kill me after we finished eating.

"I work at an editing company. You’re just lucky I can stretch my budget these days, or we’d all be going hungry. It’s not exactly freelance? But the jobs are varied enough that it keeps me engaged."

"So, you read for a living?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, looking unexpectedly interested.

"Er, I suppose that's one way to put it... It's a lot of typesetting and indexing meaningless writing. I do like reading fiction in my free time, though," I confirmed. "Not that I have a lot of that, of course..."

"Webnovels?"

I stopped short. "What was that?"

Yoo Joonghyuk asked again, in a patient tone, "Do you read webnovels?"

It felt like being caught reading said webnovels during work, even though my phone was firmly in my pocket, and this guy had definitely seen stranger things than a reader of webnovels. After all, they had to be read to be popular.

"Yes, a little bit... But they'd almost be harder to avoid these days."

Yoo Joonghyuk and Biyoo shared a meaningful look, though it appeared less like they were making fun of me, and more like they were commiserating on some unknown truth to my words.

"What's your favorite genre?"

"I don't know, maybe reincarnation? They can include both action and romance, so it can diversify. Isn't it a nice thought that after I die, I could come into a world where I could be even happier?"

"You shouldn't think like that," Yoo Joonghyuk said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not as if it's ever going to come true."

He carried on like he didn't hear me. "While you shouldn't completely forsake your plan for the future, nor can you forget the past that shaped you, you have to live in the present. You must live to give yourself the best life possible now, with what you have, rather than thinking things would get better if you had the chance to repeat them."

I stared at him for a long moment, surprised, before I... I burst out laughing. His face darkened, but I couldn't control myself. Biyoo giggled a little with me, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not dismissing what you're saying. You're just so serious about it. You act like you've repeated your life many times." I grinned at him, rubbing tears out of my eyes. "I have no intention of dying anytime soon. It's just daydreams, anyways."

It was so odd being with the two of them, but I didn't hate it. Feeding them, telling them about my life, and Yoo Joonghyuk's heartfelt words. It made me feel as if we had known each other for a long time, even though it had been less than an hour.

We stayed like that for a while, talking and eating in a way that felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since I had last eaten with other people, especially with people so strange. I’d have to tell someone about this. But… who?

As we finished up, I thought about it. Without me asking, they offered to walk me home, and just for the fun of it, I decided I’d let them.

I’d tell my roommates, I realized. They’d berate me for having strangers come to our home, but then they’d laugh, and we’d keep a baseball bat by all of our beds. I’d tell my co-workers, who would make jokes about me treating them to dinner too. I’d tell my family, my mother fussing over whether I needed money and my sister calling me a liar for claiming Yoo Joonghyuk was dressed like an astronaut. There were plenty of people to tell, who’d want to hear about something so insignificant, who would just want to hear from me. How could I have forgotten?

When we arrived at my apartment building, we all hesitated for a long moment, none willing to be the first to say goodbye. Finally, I said, “You know, I should probably ask that you pay me back at some point.”

Biyoo smiled sadly. “Well, I doubt we’ll see each other again.”

“True. But just keep it in mind, okay?”

“Stingy,” Yoo Joonghyuk tsked and I shrugged good-naturedly.

“Thanks for walking me. I could’ve handled it on my own, but it was nice.” I worked my key out of my bag as I spoke, turning to the building. “I hope you two have a good night.” However, before I could even go inside, Biyoo reached out and clutched my sleeve desperately.

“Wait!” She burst. "Before you go, we... There's a story we want you to read! A webnovel, like the kind you enjoy. You definitely have to read it! Do you promise?"

I smiled at her earnestness. Wasn't she a bit cute? She almost reminded me of a puppy. "Alright, alright, I promise. What's the name?"

"That..." Biyoo pouted. "There isn't a name yet. It isn't released yet."

"Then how am I supposed to read it? Even when it gets published, I won't be able to find it."

"No, it's okay! I'm sure you'll find it once it starts getting released, and you'll definitely come to love that story. You made a promise to read it, so don't go back on that promise."

"Ahh, you expect so much from me. What do you want me to do, read every new webnovel until I somehow find the one you're talking about?" Despite my exaggerated words, she nodded, and all I could do was laugh. "Fine, fine! Is it a sad or happy story? I like most everything, but I should prepare myself if it's anything too sad."

Instead of her answering, Yoo Joonghyuk began, "L/N Y/N..." I glanced over at him, confused. His voice was full of inexplicable longing when he asked, "Are you happy?"

"Hah? What's that supposed to mean? If I say yes, are you going to tell me to get used to never being happy because of it?" It was a joke, but his expression was deadly serious. I gave a helpless laugh, but matched his sincerity when I told him, "I... Yeah, Yoo Joonghyuk. I'm happy. I wasn't for a long time, but I'm really happy right now."

He smiled. It was a smile that was forged from years of loneliness and hardship, but finding a way to live despite it all. I recognized it, because I saw the same exact smile in my mirror every day.

"It's a happy story."

"Then I promise I'll read it."

Biyoo gave me one last hug before she left. "We'll both do our best, alright? So, stay happy, for the rest of your life."

Those two were so strange. Still, I watched from in front of the building as they walked down the empty sidewalk, towards the setting sun, until they disappeared completely from view.

[tb3ih]

KISSES LIKE SATIN, childe/reader.

SYNOPSIS... pearls unlaced and strewn about the floor, fabrics newly discarded on the furniture, oh how you love the burn when TARTAGLIA sinks his inscisors into your skin, breaking it open and letting constellations spill in (He is the Sun, but you were born of the Moon).

⋆ warnings, model!tartaglia & fashion designer!reader, enemies to lovers, hardcore workplace & BANDAGING WOUNDS tension, fluff and a bit a LOT of spice, influenced heavily by the Goddess Herself, lana del rey (this is entirely self-indulgent), also mentions of previous relationship trauma, but it's non-specific!

⋆ notes, exploration of romance in-between luxury brands and lavish living, also coping with the fact that i've been enamored by yet ANOTHER boy who might just be the death of me. accompanied by bad for business by sabrina carpenter.

⋆ tags! @yakshahs @xngelholix @rinoomi @rainsoughtflowers @14shroud

"YOU'RE absolutely ridiculous!" there is no budge in your expression, pure frustration and borderline hostility apparent in your eyes as you examine the ginger before you. grin just teasing lazy and eyebrows raised in non-chalance, TARTAGLIA was lucky he was the face of this brand, otherwise you're absolutely sure you would've given him a nasty right hook about now.

the time on your watch read 10:34 am, approximately and entire hour and twenty-four minutes past the scheduled time for the photoshoot. hair roussed and button up mussed, the model had sauntered into the backstage room looking like he'd just wandered out of another girl's bed and remembered he had some kind of commitment today.

it was the annual teyvat fashion convention. only one of the biggest in all of the nations.

which, again, was just another agenda item.

"awh, miss l/n, don't be so harsh, i overslept, honest!" you ignore the skip of your heart when the corner of his lips curls into a boysih grin, eyes only narrowing as his eyes seem to peek into your soul.

damn him.

"illya!" a taller blonde appears next to him, black clipboard tucked into her arm, her attention shifting to show disdain at the sight of your brand's top model before settling back to you. "when was mr. tartaglia supposed to arrive?"

she doesn't miss a beat. "8:45 am, miss y/n."

"and when was he to take to the runway?" your eyes narrow at the ginger who's smile doesn't waver.

"9:00 am, sharp, miss y/n," she replies curtly, checking her clipboard.

"ah," you hum, chuckling humorlessly. "how many pieces do we have left?"

"twenty-seven designs in queue, miss y/n."

"how many are his? fifteen?" you turn, stopping a model to adjust the styling of his scarf before dismissing him. "get me an expresso, make it triple, illya. and please, direct mr. tartaglia out of my sight and to his dressing room. he better be on that runway in four minutes or i swear to the archons i will level this entire show."

it's tartaglia who speaks this time, offering a slight bend at the waist to tip you his imaginary hat, "as the princess commands."

you turn curtly to leave before he can see the pink that lightly dusts your complexion at the nickname.

"LOSE the chain." your eyes examine the piece with extra scrutiny, narrowing at the culprit which seems to be disassembling the entire outfit. scowl at how well tartaglia wears it, the long slacks making him appear more intimidating. the low cut v-neck stops just above his abdomen, teasing you with a peek of what you suppose to be his sculpted chest...

tartaglia clears his throat, the shade of blue in his eyes shifting when they catch yours, the curl of his lips telling you he didn't miss a beat of you admiring him. but you reveal nothing, lifting your chin before circling him once. "pearls and black iron chain."

someone hands you both and you approach him, bringing both up to his collar to compare it in the light. you hate to admit that he's one of your most valuable models, the combination of his hair and eyes and his demeanor as a model being the reason you sell out at just hours after ever show.

those damn eyes.

you hold the black chain out drop it into an assistant dresser's hands, focusing on latching the pearls around his neck. one final once-over and you're now positive on the look. "he's good, now get him in line to walk, i want him behind diluc."

you move to adjust his belt, styling it to hang loosely where his shirt tuck breaks. "you know, if you wanted to look at me, you should've just asked." his voice is low enough that it catches no one else's attention.

you scoff, "please, i'm sure you've got supermodels lined up down the block just to get a glimpse of you on the catwalk." when you look up, he's looking down at you, head turned to watch you fix his belt and the back of slacks. your fingers are featherlight so as not to make more contact than necessary. "i have enough model photos and issues to last me a lifetime, but i appreciate the kind offer."

you ignore the small curve of his mouth as he smiles at you amusedly and you dismiss the fluttering feeling in your stomach. "well, i'm not sure any these apparent supermodels bites back as cruelly as you," he replies lowly.

you cough at the comment, eyes narrowing up at his and taking a curt step back from him. you can still smell his cologne from where you stand and you wave a hand at a fashion assistant to signal you're done looking him over. "just do your job."

"sweetheart, i wouldn't dream of anything else." he's caught up to the other models before you can bite back a reply. and you shake an odd feeling from your head.

the caffine's probably the reason your heart's pounding.

YOU'RE pinning a ruby onto a shirt collar when you hear the knock on your hotel door room. the living room of the suite is where you've set up all your upcoming designs, sketches and fabrics strewn about in a collective fashion disaster as you try to piece together next season's collection.

sighing, you set the container with the rest of the precious gems down on a nearby coffee table before dusting the silk of your pajamas lightly and making your way to the door.

you scowl, opening the door to reveal a tall, wavering, ginger, blue eyes softening just a bit when they meet yours. "hi uhm, is now a bad time?"

you're about to say something spiteful when you notice the wrinkles in his collar don't look like they'd been made out of good intent. the knuckles of his hand are red and there's red smeared in splotches on his shirt. you look around the hallway behind him, ushering him in quickly so as not to let anyone see the disheaveled model.

"now before you say anything—"

"ajax, it is 1:43 in the morning, just what the archons are you doing outside of my suite?!" your voice is sharp in tone, but not loud enough to be heard from another room. something in his eyes catches you off-guard and his lips pull into a full smile, boyish and wide. "now is not—what? is something funny?"

his voice comes out a little breathless, as if he'd seen a shooting star. "no you... you said my name..."

oh.

"don't i always?" your voice is a little quieter and the room doesn't seem as big anymore.

"well... it's just..." he flexes his hand and you watch him wince, if only for a second and you remember why he's here.

"i'll meet you in the bathroom," you say, offering no question before moving to the bedroom to look for the healing kit. when you walk back in to the bathroom, he's already taken the liberty of attempting to wash out the blood stains in his shirt.

"you won't get the stains out with water, it has to be professionally cleaned," you comment, watching his broad shoulders turn to face you where you stand in the door way. "zhongli's going to throw a fit when he hears you've ruined something imported from liyue."

tartaglia laughs a little softly to himself, the sound causing your heart to pick up it's pace just a little. "ah well, i suppose i've got a habit for ruining things, huh?"

when you meet his eyes, they hold none of the confident charm you're used to, nothing teasing about the way his lips seem to curl in apology deeper than just the ruined button-up.

you try to wave off the feeling, motioning for him to forget the shirt and relax against the marble countertop. "we need better shirts anyway, it's from two collections ago."

holding out your hand, he rests his hand in yours, allowing you to examine the wounds on his knuckles. "you'd feel better if you saw the other guy," he says quietly. when you look up at him, his eyes are on you.

you clear your throat, "well, i don't feel good at all, you have a jewelry showcase tomorrow and i can't have you looking like this." you take a towel and wet it with warm water, carefully dabbing at his knuckles. "what happened?"

tartaglia swallows, voice quiet when he replies. "i saw kaeya at the bar."

your movements pause, eyes blinking quickly to clear the sudden rush of memories. "ah."

it's quiet other than the sound of a clock ticking quietly in the other room as you continue to clean away his hands.

"i know what he did to you." he sucks in a sharp breath, "and i, truly, am sorry. i wish there was something..." something in those azure hues shifts and you know he truly means what he's saying. there's a faint whiff of dandelion wine on his breath and you have to restrain yourself from saying anything that you'll regret.

your laugh is a little too dry, too soft. "well, it's in the past now, right?" you set down the dirty cloth and pick up the healing ointment. "there's nothing to get so angry about, now is there?"

he's quiet and you know he's focused on you handling his knuckles. you reach for the bandages, but he's already got them in his other hand to give them to you. your "thank you" is barely above a whisper.

"you're so gentle," he starts, making you pause to look up at him. there is a small upturn of his lips and you have to suck in sharply to remember to breathe. the look is so genuine, so raw, and you're not sure what to do with the erruption of butterflies in your stomach. his skin is radiating heat and you need to get away before you get burned.

you push away from him, steadying yourself against nothing. "i can't do this, not with you, not right now."

he's bad for business. but he's close you could just reach out—

his complexion is marred with confusion, eyes falling on the distance now between the two of you. "y/n..."

"why?" you choke out the word, years of memories bubbling up in the back of your throat. fashion deisgn school, late nights spent out in the cities, even the ocean breeze between tangled sheets. "what do you want?"

"it's not... i'm not..." the ginger is searching your eyes, struggling to piece together some reply to your reaction. "i'm sorry—"

"stop saying that," you plead, pain building in the corners of your eyes. "you don't even know what you're apologizing for."

he lets out a frustrated breath of air, running is unscathed hand through his hair. "but that's exactly the thing, i do. i know exactly what i'm apologizing for." his expression is determined, gaze set on you in the middle of the bathroom now. "i never should have left you like that."

you blink hard and fast, memories threatening to spill down your cheeks in hot, salty trails. you remmeber that cold, posessive hand on your waist, the spiked dandelion wine, those azure locks while you were taken to places you'd only read about in the tabloids. "you didn't do anything, ajax, please—"

"that's exactly my point!" something in his voice is breaking, but so is something in your chest. "archons, y/n, i've known you since we were kids, i was there, when you first moved to the neighborhood, when we graduated secondary school, even the first day day you came to advanced design class, i. was. there."

his chest heaves a little as he tries to catch his breath. "i watched that asshole tear you apart and didn't move an inch to try and piece you back together." tartaglia pushes lightly off the counter, only inching just a bit cloaser to you so as not to startle you.

you only have a few feet before you hit the other wall.

"every day for the past near decade of my career, the only thing you have done is stress me out and test my pateince," you reply, this time with something hot bubbling in the back of your throat. nothing is making sense anymore. "why? why do you insist on making my life so hard?"

all the backstage mischief, the tardy appearances to fanshion shows, even the silly misdemeanors at afterparties. there was no end to how much this boy provoked in you, good and bad.

"y/n..." he's closer now, the look in his bright blue eyes never letting you look away from his. you're backing up subconsciously, praying the room might magically expand at your approach. "i'm still that dumb, immature, ten-year-old boy who fell in love with you on the playground. you couldn't even acknowledge me in the room after what kaeya had done to you because we were friends. i thought maybe..."

his voice trails off and you watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows, the next words seeming to crash into you as deeply as his gaze.

"even if it was with contempt, at least you were looking at me."

the reminder of the wall brings you to look up at him. he's closed in on you and you're not sure you even want to escape. you were supposed to hate him.

"why are you telling me this?" you feel as if you're heart's about to burst and he's so dangerously close.

his hands are so gentle when they hold your face, directing your eyes to meet his. "because if i don't tell you now, i'm not sure i ever will." his thumb strokes gently at your cheek. "after today, i thought you might fire me for my behavior so figured now's a better time than ever."

his smile is so full when he speaks, that same boyish charm, only in a different light. "i am so wholy, and genuinely in love with you, y/n."

you're definitely sure he can hear your heart pounding in your chest. the tears you'd been trying so hard to hold have begun to spill down your cheeks, dusting your complexion with a light tint of rose as his confession sinks in. his hands wipe them away gently, the warmth radiating off of him comforting and coaxing you as you cry.

"so please, sweeheart," he whispers, "don't push me away anymore."

the breath of a distance between you two is a question, one that your head and heart seem to both agree on answering. you breathe out an "okay," and it's a split second before planets seem to collide.

his lips are softer than velvet on yours, gentle and patient as he lets the worries weighing your heart spill from your closed eyes. tartaglia does not wipe them from your cheeks this time, his hands having moved to secure a hold around your waist. your hands find his hair, slipping through the soft locks like cashmere.

your name escapes his lips in a low groan when you tug a little and you find yourself smiling a little against him. he is so terribly close to you that you can feel his warmth blooming between your ribs, spreading throughout your limbs and soothing aches you never knew you had.

such a sweet boy to heal something he didn't break.

© tb3ih mmxxiii all rights reserved.

[lmskitty]

Teacher AU!!

Nobara Kugisaki: operation prove the Sensei's are dating!!!!!! (Part two)

The next day Nobara comes in guns blazing.

Her first idea is simple, see what Gojo has him listed as on his phone.

"Is that really a thing? Wow you know so much Kugisaki!!" Yuji says amazed. Nobara sighs. These boys are useless.

"Of course it's a thing! See" she showed him her contacts, every single one had an emoji beside it.

"It's common practice to have emojis or cute nicknames for your partner or at least friends! If they are dating I bet Gojo would have him in his phone as something cute."

Yuji nodded sagely. He smiled at the emoji's she had put beside his (🤩) and Fushiguro. ( 😐 ) They even looked like them.

"Why does the smiley face have hearts for eyes beside Maki Sempais?"

Nobara took her phone back.

Getting to Gojo's phone was easy. Yuji asked him what his favourite digimon series was and Nobara grabbed it off the desk. She'd remembered his code because it was the pin to his debit card. This was further information that deeply concerned Fushiguro but he tried not to think to much on it.

"Aha!!" She said scrolling through the lists and then frowning.

"Bangs." Fushiguro read.

"Bangs?!?!? What does that even mean?!?! There's no emojis or even a picture!!! All the names are just descriptive sentences. This one just says bread?!?"

"That's Nanami. He likes bread" Gojo said looming over her shoulder. Nobara shrieked nearly dropping the phone. He grabbed it smiling.

"Why do you have my phone Nobara?" He asked pocketing it swiftly.

"We..wanted to get Geto Sensei's number to ask him what he'd like as a present!" Yuji stumbled. Nobara and Megumi stared at her but then Nobara snapped her fingers.

"Because we missed his birthday! You two are super close, do you know what he likes Gojo Sensei?"

Gojo hummed rubbing his chin.

"See he's tricky, he doesn't have the delicate palate I have"

The trio frowned at that. They'd watched him devour a crepe covered in chocolate syrup that morning and deemed it a nutritional breakfast because it had a strawberry on it.

"He's also got a particular style of clothing so he's hard to shop for there. Ah! Books are always a safe bet. Find a weird book on curses or local history. No guarantee he hasn't read it already though!" He waved his hand.

"Was he always the quiet reading type?" Nobara needled further and Gojo smiled.

"Yes and no, he was always booksmart but he also got in trouble just as badly as I did. It's hilarious he's such a stickler for the rules now when he'd burst out a curse on school grounds even if I slightly annoyed him."

"So the school was overrun with curses then" Megumi said. Gojo ruffled his hair to his annoyance.

"Ah the folly of youth!" He sighed wistfully. "That's very sweet of you to get him a gift. I note I didn't receive a gift from you on my birthday"

"what are you talking about. We definitely got you a gift you just ate the Kikufuku like immediately."

Gojo laughed. "I was hoping you'd believe me and I'd get another gift ah well"

"Why do you even need a gift, you have enough money to buy the whole shop?" Megumi asked.

"Presents taste sweeter" he stated. His phone beeped and he smiled typing a message back quickly. "Speak of the devil! Don't worry your secrets safe with me! Duty calls!" He said and wandered off down the hallway.

Nobara sighed. "Even his ringtone was a standard one. Are you sure they're dating?"

Megumi nodded.

"Did you see them kissing or something?" Yuji said. Megumi went pink.

"Gojo would be a big kisser. He's constantly leaning on everyone I bet he'd be a really clingy boyfriend" Nobara said grimacing.

"No. Just it's the way they are with each other! It's not how friends are...it's deeper than that." He ran a hand through his hair deeply uncomfortable with the way Yuji was eyeing him.

"They always eat at restaurants together"

"So do you and Itadori."

"They're always in each others spaces"

Nobara waved a hand at Yuji leaving against the wall beside Megumi. Megumi took a step to the side.

"They're constantly messaging each other."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "At this rate I have more proof that you two are an item then them and that's an even more ridiculous idea."

"I don't think it's ridiculous! Anyone would be lucky to date Fushiguro!" Yuji exclaimed.

Nobara nodded. "Yeah if they like the silent brooding type but the idea of him dating you is the weird part. You never shut up!" She laughed elbowing him in the ribs as they walked down the hall.

"Well then I'll be a good boyfriend for him then like yin and Yang, I'll do all the talking!" Yuji smiled.

"You can call the waiter over when he's too shy to say his orders wrong!" Nobara and Yuji nodded in decision. Megumi was still pink in the face and apparently had no choice in the matter as he listened to the conversation in front of him, hands in his pockets.

"Anyway! Stage two!" Nobara said pushing the doors to the field outside open roughly.

"Let's observe them together and check out their ~body language~ while Geto Sensei trains the second years!" She waggled her eyebrows for extra effect and Yuji laughed and did it back to her.

[maddyguru]

Hello, Again (geto s.)

Synopsis: after leaving you for 10 years, you met your older brother, Suguru again. But it wasn't the happy reunion that you were hoping for. In fact, this is the beginning of your hell.

Tw: dark content, public humiliation, r word in front of public, sibling incest, non con, loss of virginity, brief mentions of ptsd, brief mentions of killing, geto is crazy (everybody knows this), SPOILER, forced pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, breeding kink (not detailed), hate speech bc geto hates monkeys, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You woke up to the sound of chatters and whispers. What baffled you was the pitch-black sight. As if you're in the basement with no source of lights as your guides. Another thing you noticed was that your hands were behind your small back, tied together with ropes.

Ropes? are you abducted?

"Hello, everyone. Today we welcome the arrival of this young girl."

Your eyes, behind the cloth of the blindfolds, were wide open as the realization hit you. That voice- you know whom it belongs to;

It was Suguru Getou's. Your older brother. Your long-lost, older brother.

Your lips are trembling at the sound of his voice. It's been ten years. Ten fucking years since you last saw him. You were just eight years old when he left you. You're just a little kid growing up in the neighborhood of Tokyo. Just a girl with ordinary life, loved by her parents and brother. Brother,

You cackled softly. Does the man really love you? Considering how he was the one who made you suffer, the one who destroyed your life. The one who made you an orphan?

You never thought listening to the sound of his voice could make you feel this way. After all that was said and done, you still couldn't hate him. You and your all kindness couldn't say ''I hate you'' to him. And all because you cherished the memories you had of him.

It made you wonder, what about him? does he hate you? The last time he saw you, he said he does;

The sudden yanking of the blindfold made you gasp. And there, you were faced with so many people in front of you. All of them vary from men to women bowing down at you as if you're their God. You're still in your outfit- you were supposed to be heading to college. Jesus, how many days has it been?

You look around. You're surrounded by these people, and you can't run to the door; without a doubt, all of these people will catch you and bring you back to him.

Your chin was softly tapped, and he brought your face to him, making you face him.

Your eyes were wide. You couldn't help but blush when you were face to face with Suguru again.

He changed. His eyes were a heavy glint of despair and evil, and his hair was longer. Even though your brother still ties his locks, the strands of his growing hair were behind his back. You almost smiled when you saw his piercings- it surprised you, to say the least. How he doesn't get rid of them.

"Nii-chan, you'd look so handsome with piercings!"

"Really? well, since my little sister says I'll look handsome with them, I'll get it done."

You thought about how happy you were when he was your brother.

"Hello, again." He greeted you, smiling so wickedly it made your stomach churn.

The Suguru that resides in your memory wasn't the Suguru you're facing now. He wore a Buddhist-style kimono, the silk faintly brushing against your skin. It was nice. It must be expensive, you thought to yourself the more he stared at you. The Suguru you used to know had a loving aura whenever you were with him. The Suguru you remembered wouldn't abduct you and tie your hands together like this. Your innocence made you blind- you failed to realize that he's no longer your brother.

"O-oniichan...''

"Ah, ah, ah, it's Geto- sama for you, lovely."

You blinked, seemingly confused.

He finds it amusing as he mockingly laughs at you. "Honestly, (y/n) who is oniichan? I'm Suguru Geto. Do you know that?"

You didn't realize that you have tears on your cheeks. Suguru's words to an onlooker may be just words. But to you, his blood sister, it is a declaration of your bonds being severed. The memory of 10 years ago, the night he murdered his parents came to mind. The day he left you all alone with nightmares and sorrows as your company failed to bore a hatred fruit.

How can you hate him? He's your brother. The blood pumping in your veins is the same as his. The memory of eating ice creams together and cuddling with each other was too precious, too evergreen for you to throw it away.

"Say it for me. Say, "yes, Geto- sama," he whispered, smirking at you.

You were hesitant, your eyes looking at him and then peeking at the many people bowing in front of you and him. "Yes,, Geto- sama..." you replied meekly.

"Good! very good. You're still as obedient as I remember, little sister," he smiled as you felt the palm of his hands cupping your cheeks together like he used to do when you were sulking.

Why are you here? You find yourself asking. What was the reason for your abduction to this place? You looked at him again, pleading with your eyes for answers.

"Ah, you must be wondering why you're here, right sister?" he pauses, clicking his tongue at your obviousness.

"Why don't I show you?" he sweetly smiled, later tearing open your dress and prompting you to scream. Your eyes were wide open as you screamed for him to get away from you. God knows how much you struggled, backing away from his as much as your body allows you to with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Please," you plead, disgusted with his hands on the strap of your bra as he removed it from you, "please, let go! please, oniichan-"

Your skin stung from the brute force of Geto's slap. Your head was turning to the right when he slapped you.

It managed to keep your mouth shut. But you're still crying. And it's not just from the slap, but because all your life, Suguru never laid his hands on you. He was always so gentle and loving, smiles adorning his handsome features, and he would press kisses whenever you cried.

But this Suguru Geto has abducted and assaulted you, far from the brother you used to know.

"Didn't I fucking tell you? It's Geto- sama. Not oniichan."

He glared at you, and later his lips were moving into the shape of a smirk.

"A monkey like you doesn't deserve to be my sister.''

By the time you were sobbing, he was in between your trembling legs, and in front of this many people, he tore away your skirt and later grabbed the hem of your panties and,

As pathetic as your miserable life could be, he slides them away, not even bothering to pull them down and toss them aside. Like a common whore, he only did that much.

"Please,, don't..."

"Now, now, you know I only want this,'' you screamed when he cupped your pussy, "right here, don't you baby?" he asked, his tone was sickeningly sweet.

No, no, please...Geto- sama... I don't want to, don't want this..."

Was he really doing this to you? Was he really going to rape you in front of this many people? Was he really going to commit incest with...you? His little sister?

"Didn't he care about you? love you?" His voice was low, whispering into your ears so closely, "Was what you're asking yourself, right, (y/n)?" He beamed at you- a smile that doesn't resemble him from the past. The ones you engraved in your brain were different from what he showed you now.

Dumbly, you nodded at his question, afraid he'd get mad at you for not answering.

Laughing, he cooed, "Times have changed. The old me that you once knew is not the present me. I've already told you that night after I killed your parents, remember?"

You shut your eyes tightly from the painful memories. Splashes of blood, two lifeless bodies lying on the ground before your eyes, and eight-year-old you crying for oniichan to save you. Even though it was obvious, that he was the one who executed them.

That night continues to haunt your every waking and sleep hour. Because of Suguru, you have nightmares. Because of him, you're getting therapy sessions every once a week. Because of that night, you're afraid of blood.

"Please,,,'' begging like an idiot, you try to search for his sympathy.

He laughed in your face, reaching out behind you and easily tugging the ropes that bound you. It falls on the tatami floor underneath you.

You realize that you're half-naked, with your panties slid to the side of your thighs. Embarrassed at the eyes prying on your naked figure, you try covering yourself with your now freed hands.

But he's quick to catch them and gripped your bones so tightly you squealed from the new pain.

"Don't you fucking dare try covering yourself, pathetic slave."

You're trembling from the fear that you never thought you'd feel again.

"Your body and soul are all mine. They're worshipping me, and you will, too. This is why you are here for."

Suguru thought about how pathetic you are when you're shaking your head from side to side. Your face says you don't want this, along with your tears. They speak for themselves.

It's not bad of him to think that he doesn't give a shit about what you want, right?

His cock was already hard from the minute he slid your dress away, and his eyes were met with your beautiful breasts. What's even more precious is when he slid your panties away and was met with your flushing folds, the clit hidden away slightly.

He bit his lips, and your crying face heightened his arousal even more.

"Come on, worship me, Your God!" he caught your legs and spread them apart, which caused you to cry out even more from fear and disgust.

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, he's going to!

"No, please!" You screamed, your cries ringing in the cramped room. Everyone is looking at you and him. You look away, shutting your eyes with those beautiful blushing cheeks Suguru loved.

"Please, Geto- sama... please..." You tried pleading again, but he ignored you and spread your legs wider (if possible), making your cunt visible for everyone in this room to see. You felt your cheeks reddening even more. He was behind you, pressed so closely you froze when your butt felt the hardness of his cock.

He slid his hands down your shoulders, causing you to flinch, and later, it found its way to your pretty flower folds.

You're shaking your head with tears yet again.

"Look at them!" he hissed at you, gripping your chin to face straight ahead, in front of his worshippers. Your tears were gathering in the palm of his hand, wetting them more. Your lips were trembling more and more, as he spoke to his audience.

"Today, all of you will get to see me breed this girl, and create a world of sorcerers. Soon, she will birth my future kins, and I will rebuild my world."

What the fuck is he saying? is he... is he serious?

"Listen, (y/n), nii-san may not be there on time when you need me, but I want you to know, nii-san loves you, ok?"

"nii-san! why are you telling me this?"

"nii-san just want you to know, nii-san will never hurt you. And nii-san will always love you, no matter what he does, ok?"

It's ok, it's ok. It's nii-san. He will always love me, always, always...

You heard the shuffling of clothes, and you saw him undoing his obi, the nagajuban part of his kimono was already away from his shoulders, revealing his torso.

Bile rose in your throat, and tears won't stop painting your skin.

Nii-san will never hate me. He lied, he lied... he will always love me, right?

You thought to yourself, even when Suguru was sliding away the rest of his robes from his body, his fingers spreading apart your folds and teasing you in front of his followers.

"You will give yourself to me like a good slave. You will let me squeeze myself inside you and pump my cum into your womb until you're fat with my babies. You hear me?" He grabbed your chin, making you face him slightly.

You're crying, yet again with your pathetic blubbers.

"Look at the inside of her pussy. It's all pink and untouched, don't you think so?" he says, and you hid your face into his chest, crying even more when he spreads your folds even farther, making you uncomfortable and slightly in pain from the stretch.

"Please, don't..."

Your face is buried on his chest, shutting your eyes when he continues to spread your folds and tease you with two of his fingers. You tried moving away. The plan is to crawl from his body. You didn't care anymore if his followers caught you. You would rather die trying.

"Please, no. Please,," God was apparently a sadist because He only allows you a few seconds to be freed from Suguru's hold before you're in his arms again. This time, you're underneath him.

When he dragged you and trapped you with his body, he slammed your head roughly against the tatami floor, and you let out a pained cry. You swore your vision went black for a second from the impact. You lay there, with tears continuously flowing from your eyes.

"How dare you try to run away from me, you low-life monkey." He speaks enough for the people in the room to hear him. As if he wanted everyone to listen to what he says, even though it's clear that the one he's humiliating is you.

He smirked, his hands suddenly grabbing your throat and clenching hard, almost breaking your windpipe. You coughed, little hands desperately grabbing his much bigger arms.

"How dare you, trying to escape from me like that," he grabbed his cock, aligning the muscle to probe directly against your hole. His laughter resonated yet again when he realized...

"You're not even wet? How rude of you to come unprepared before your God. I guess I'll have to improvise," he spits into his palm before smearing the liquid all over his length. You don't even want to look at it, too afraid and disgusted.

For someone who swore they won't hurt you, this fucking hurts.

"No, please... I don't want this..." You whispered in tears when you felt the head of his cock probing your hole, trying to get inside you.

"Shut up, you're annoying me." He barked, pushing the head finally inside you, passing the tight rim first.

"Ah!" You screamed, the foreign feeling of having something (even if it's just the head) inside you too overwhelming for you. Your hands move on their own- you clutched his arms so tightly he swore it'll leave a mark with your nails.

He pushed into you, tearing open your hymen. His chest was pushed against yours. Your screams resonated in the room when Suguru kept pushing into your bleeding pussy. You could see his head was thrown back and his eyes closed from the pleasure of having a virgin.

"Well, at least you're a good girl,'' he chuckled, ramming his cock inside you to test the water with your hands still gripping his.

"Please, don't...move!" You cried out, tears pooling in your eyes when he stopped for a while, observing you.

His eye caught sight of the crystal blue hairpin that you wore. He gifted them to you when you were 3 years old. He has asked for Shoko's advice on what to get for your birthday, and hairpin it was. His heart sank a little, a frown on his face.

You still wear them? Even after all these times?

He ignored you, pushing away that sympathy he felt for you, and fucked you despite your cries of pain.

"No... no, oniichan, it hurts!"

The moment you screamed, his hands were gripping your throat once again, tightening as hard as he could in an attempt to kill you. Your eyes were staring at him from pain- and he loved how you panicked. The soft hands that were on the floor are now gripping his arms.

"How.many.fucking.times," he squeezed harder, listening to your choked moans.

"Do I have to fucking tell you, bitch? It's Geto- sama, for you."

He found pleasure when you choked, crying, and the way your insides clenched with every hard thrust he gave you. The only thing his mind yearned for was to breed your pussy full of potent cum and see you get pregnant before his eyes. And have as many children as he wants with you and,

Finally killing you, just like he killed his parents 10 years ago.

''P-p- please..." your choked whispers were heard amidst the sound of his worshippers and his thrusts, and he thought briefly, that he loves you all flushed and humiliated in front of his followers. Your eyes were staring at his, crying out for him to stop.

"Please, what?" he taunted you, fucking you even harder and you let out a squeak from the new pain.

"Plea- please, stop... it hurts, Geto- sa- sama..."

He ignored you, and you didn't know which hurts more- the fact that your brother raped you, or it's because he treated you like a stranger?

"You can take it. Women's hole is to be used for this and for giving birth. If you can't handle a cock, how can you give birth to healthy babies?"

A tear trickles on your skin at his words, hurt by the lack of empathy he provided for you.

You shake your head, sobbing. "I can't... it really... really hurts..."

He lets go of your throat, pounding you harder now that he held your waist in place. But you're still fucking crying, much to his dismay.

"It hurts, please...!" You glanced down to see where he plunged himself into you, raping you. Your widened eyes were entertaining his sadistic tendencies.

"Geto-sama, I'm bleeding..." you almost passed out when you saw the trickle of blood in between your thighs- you hate it, you hate it, it reminded you of that night.

Your whimpers are music to his ears. He knows you must've been afraid of blood after the night he slaughtered his parents. You're shaking even more when you saw the crimson liquid, sobbing like a fucking kid.

He loves it, hurting you.

His hands gripped your chin, turning your face to the right so you could look at all these people, the men hard. You were fucked by their God, and he loves the way you clenched harder at the humiliation, a reminder, that you belonged to him. That he's your Geto-sama.

"You stupid bitch, you think I care about you?"

"(y/n), careful! or else you'll trip!"

''I don't care if you're my blood sister. I don't even care when I killed my parents."

"(y/n), -chan, you need to wait for oniichan before you could cross the road on your own. I don't want you to get hurt, baby."

"You're only a pussy to fuck, to birth my children."

"Here, hold my hand so you won't get lost, ok?"

"You know what I'm gonna do to you once you've done your role?"

"(y/n), do you hate me for leaving you every week?"

"I'm gonna kill you, and send you to hell."

"niisan will come back, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"Make sure you take all of my cum, you stupid monkey. Take all, or else you're going to get a beating from me, alright?"

He fucked you so hard, that when he shoot his seeds into your womb, it felt so painful and you screamed so hard from the pain.

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It's been a month since that day. The day you were taken away and raped in front of many people. You gently sobbed when you saw the pregnancy test that Suguru and his secretary forced you to take said positive.

"Great! you're pregnant!'' This was the first time Suguru felt so happy, the first time in 10 years. And it was sadly not because he met you again, but there's a baby inside you, one that he's been crazy about for the past month. So crazy that he raped you every day, every hour, not even bothering to tend to your wounds and left you alone the minute he pumped his seeds into you.

He cupped your flat stomach, happy that his seeds created a fetus that would later be born as his child. And before long, he'd put another one into you.

"You're so perfect, my love. A perfect bitch to use for fucking babies." His voice hung in the air, sank into every fiber in your being. He didn't even have the decency to not degrade you like that in front of his secretary, his family.

"Listen, now that you're pregnant with my child, I want to remind you." He grabbed your chin, squeezed your cheeks together, and cursed you.

"You mean nothing to me. You're not my family member, and never will be. This baby is the only family I regard from you. You're just a host for my children."

He lets you go, pushing you away so hard, that you let out a sob.

"And if the baby is useless monkey just like you are, I'll kill it, until you give birth to the ones I want," he grinned at you, so eerily.

You're afraid. Afraid of this monster. You slowly cup your stomach, and the thought of Suguru killing your baby frightens you.

Not only does he has and will ruin your life, but also this baby will be crushed too if it doesn't turn out the way he desires.

And it's all your fault. For having this baby, for birthing it, and powerless to stop his cruel way.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi ^^

I saw your most recent post, so I’m here to make a request! I couldn’t find a request info page so I hope that this is general enough. Could you do the hashiras comforting a s/o who often doesn’t sleep well and/or suffers from a lot of nightmares? My sleep schedule is utterly wrecked rn :,)

Also remember to drink water <3

HIYA! I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THIS ASK BUT I HAVENT WATCHED THAT FAR INTK DEMON SLAYER AND DIDNT REALLY REMEMBER THEIR PERSONALITIES NSKLABEJDJDNDJF

I had to do some research but i managed! :D

Masterlist<3

Hashira x Insomniac!Reader Headcanons

Tengen

He would definately wake up in the middle of the night in your shared bed that accommodates Tengen and his other three wives

You definately all sleep together and you like to cuddle with the girls whenever you can since they're your wives too

You're sweating and shifting around in your sleep awkwardly and the guy can't help but voice a little "ah-" as he sees you kìck the sheets away

Within the next five minutes your devoted husband and wives are doting on you and getting you some water to drink while gently waking you up

Obviously he gives you a relaxing massage because it wouldn't be very flamboyant of him not to

When he notices your sleep pattern deteriorating over the next few days he starts becoming very protective of you, kind of like a glorified guard dog

He's understanding though, and lets you use some of his makeup to cover the dark circles in order to look "more flamboyant!" And you appreciate the gesture. He knows when to help you with your problem and not to reprimand you for something out of your control

He definately makes tea with the other wives to help you sleep better

When you're tired on the way back from a mission he is more than willing to give you a piggyback ride, and his firm grip on your leg is enough to assure you that you're safe and won't fall

He absolutely refuses to bother you when you actually do manage to sleep, guarding you like always and making sure that you get every ounce of sleep that you can

Sanemi

He would most definately watch in silence as one night you stay up through the entire night, confronting you about it when he gets really concerned

Sleepless nights aren't uncommon in their profession sometimes, but your bags look bad and you look like you just rolled out of the grave

His concern looks more like anger and confusion, but you manage to talk it out with him, and the second he realises that you've been having nightmare after nightmare has him reeling

How come he didn't know about this before? How come you didn't tell him? What happened?

He's definately angry with himself but you don't understand why, it's just some bad sleep

Rest assured he is cuddling you closer every night, holding you close to him and letting you trace your fingers along his scars until you fall asleep

He also doesn't mention the teas and the hot water bottle that he got for you

And apparrently he doesn't know shit about the stuffed animal that appared on the bed a day after you told him

On days where the exhaustion gets especially bad and you collapse, he takes off his jacket and wraps you in it, his eyebrows furrowing in concern while he holds you up bridal style, ready to carry you to bed now and reprimand you for being reckless later

As you're asleep and there's noone there to bare witness, he lets his head rest on your shoulder, letting your perfume run through his nose and nuzzling your neck like an affectionate cat would headbutt it's owner

Mitsuri

When she wakes up to find you with your head nestled into her breasts and your eyes open, complimanted by dark bags, she's immediately fawning and worrying about you

She's so adorable. She's got heart eyes for you and everything

She would definately pet and stroke your hair like you're some kind of cat and would pull you closer to coddle you

Any time she sees that you're up late despite being tired or in need of a break she comes up behind you and cuddles her chest to your back, pressing her arms around you and resting her chin on your shoulder

Confesses her love to you every ten seconds becaise she's obsessed with her lover, and puts you to bed on a regular basis after that

Of course she tucks you in as well

She makes the bed around you, lets you relax, and leaves to make you tea, and it makes your soul sing

She absolutely adores you, and is willing to remind you of that by letting you use her lap like a pillow and putting little braids in your hair

This happens out in the open as well, if you're in need of a quick power-nap, and on a few occasions she's shown Shinobu the cute braids she does, and lets her teach her even more styles to use on your hair

As a result of this you've acquired many a butterfly themed hair clip or band, and their serene, but somehow simultaneously mischievous smiles are one of your favourite sights to wake up to now

Kyojuro

He is absolutely infatuated with you

When you start developing strange and worrying sleeping habits he is incredibly quick to catch on and recognise the problem

The man is very transparrent about his worry for you no matter how strong you are or how well you can take care of yourself

He doesn't even mind how stubborn you are in regards to talking about it because he knows that if something was seriously wrong you would tell him without a doubt

But when he's giving you soft praise and passionate cuddles and kisses after waking you up from a particularly harsh night terror, you're all the more grateful to have him supporting you

Would definately rub your back in small circles and put effort into giving you a relaxing massage to help relieve muscle pain and tension

As you both sit in the dark it still does nothing to hide his beaming smile that he still directs to you, and you suddenly feel that much better, despite having been worried about inconveniencing or annoying him with your problems

He's there with you to support and help you out when you get flashbacks or especially triggering dreams, holding you with strong and sturdy arms and stroking your hair

And when you end up curling up in his lap in exhaustion, he only smiles and puts out the light, braiding your hair while he watches over you

Muichiro

When you admit to him that you've had trouble sleeping, he is initially very confused

He really does try his best not to zone out as you talk to him though, which is something you always appreciate from him. He shows that he's at least trying to keep up

As you speak he stares straight into your soul, though, which is always a little unnerving, but he's an absolutely amazing listener and drops everything for you once he realises something is wrong. Even if it does take about three to five working days for him to realise anything

With that being said, it does take a while for your words to actually dawn on him

I'm talking, like, the next day

Now it makes sense why you've been coming to bed late and waking up even later

When he fully processes the fact that he might be able to actually help you, he's putting less caffeine in your teas and going on more expeditions to hunt demons in order to successfully tire you out

That idea was courtesy of Shinobu, whom he'd asked for help

He usually doesn't really talk to any of the other Hashiras if he doesn't have to, but he went out of his comfort zone just for you

When you both end up asleep together he cuddles into your chest, using your breasts as pillows and curling up around you like a tired cat

Gyomei

Although he's blind, he still notices the difference in your movement and the altered way that you shift your weight around him, almost as if you feel like you're heavier

He's pretty quick to pick up on the sloppy movement and the exhaustion tugging at your limbs just from your aura, and immediately there are tears running down his face as he cries for you, praying for your wellbeing

On the plus side, his mountain-like form is the perfect resting place when you want a quick nap

His muscles are huge, but not as rock hard as you would think they are until he flexes, making them the perfect resting spot for your head

Improvised cushion

You're not sure whether he's crying because you just called him a cushion, or because he's happy that you're comfortable, but for the sake of your sanity, you assume it's the latter

He's as cuddly as a teddy bear and the second you wake up from a nightmare you immediately know that you're safe because he's got his arms wrapped around you, dwarfing you in comparison

He stays up with you sometimes if you're really strugggling to get to sleep because he doesn't want you to be alone

and when you stay awake through an entire night he pulls you aside and lets you doze off in the safety of his arms. He radiates warmth as well, and he considers it a beautiful boding moment when you sleep on him

He thinks that when you sleep on him, you're letting him be in control when you're at your most vulnerable, and he cries every time he thinks about it

He cries for you when you tell him about your nightmares as well, showing you his sympathy through his tears and resting your foreheads together

Obanai

He tries not to make you aware of how much he cares for you because it's a little embarrassing for him, but he notices immidiately when something is off about you

The first time the nightmares really affect you that badly you look a mess in the morning, your hair is greasy and knotted and your eyes are drooping shut, circled by dark bags

He listens a little more intently to you that day and hangs around a little longer, his touches lingering longer as well as he debates on whether to talk to you about it or not.

The next time it happens he is significantly worried and ends up questioning you with the same monotonous voice, yet with a tinge of worry to it

As he pries every last detail from you, he makes the decision to stay with you and help so that you don't feel so exhausted and worn to the bone anymore

It works like a charm because he's strict about your diet and your excorcise habits that aren't helping you. No more coffee or lounging around for you broke your heart

He cuddles tight when you sleep though, and even his snake curls up around you both as you feel his firm grip on you even in your sleep

He provides you with a back massage as he lays next to you when you start to drift off, and when you wake up the next day he rests his forehead against yours as if to say good morning

There is no way that any one else knows about this because he refuses to tell anyone and cusses them out with a sneer if they make any comments

He does like to sit in the trees with your back against his chest though, and he uses this opportunity to let you vent about your nightmares

He might not have a lot of advice to give you, and he seems relatively apathetic on the outside, but he lets you know he cares with his small gestures of affection and the occasional "i love you" when he feels it hasn't been said enough

Giyu

He starts to get very cuddly as soon as he notices you starting to get fidgety

Every time you let out an especially loud whimper or you start moving a little too much, he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up

You'll be kicking and crying and all of a sudden he's no longer spooning you, he's sitting up on the bed with you in his lap, cuddled against him

He always likes to put his hand against the back of your head and push it into his chest, letting you cry into his arms and not saying a word except for a whispered "'s okay. I love you"

He holds your hand in your sleep and tries not to wake you up, instead opting to try soothing your nightmare so that you don't end up sleep deprived

Blue eyes stay trained on your now relaxed expression as he basically pets you, that same longing stare on his face but with just a touch more love and adoration in his eyes

All this big baby wants is to hold you

And he sleeps like an absolute baby when he's with you

He's also probably started noticing that you've been having strange sleeping habits before you did yourself

He's already gone to Shinobu for advice since if anyone knew about this kind of thing it would probably be her

He doesn't like to let her know that he's following her advice to the T, but she already knows. He can't hide from her. She'll do anything to protect you two

Shinobu

Her expression barely even faulters as you admit to her that you've been experiencing sleep problems lately

She only gives you a serene, sympathetic smile, staying awefully quiet

"Oh, i see..."

In reality she's just thinking over in great detail every single thing she could possibly do to help you out

Is a hundred percent making you drinks with sleep stimulants and feeding you medicine with your food, herbal teas are served to you every day for the next week and you can't help but sweatdrop as she provides you with every kind of drug or medicine possible that could help you sleep easier

Is she stying to knock out a horse?? Damn those teas are strong-...

She lets you talk to her about your nightmares, which have already started to impact your daily life in the form of flashbacks and paranoia. She's an amazing listener

She is more than willing to sing to you and oh. my. god.

Her voice puts you right to sleep sometimes

She's often seen sitting at the butterfly estate on the decking with you next to her, your head resting on her shoulder and her head resting on top of yours

Obviously she's playing with your hair like you're some kind of dress up doll - you would have to use all ten fingers and probably some of your toes to count the amount of times you've woken up with a new hairstyle or some kind of butterfly accessory in your hair

You wouldn't have it any other way, though. Who wouldn't want to wake up feeling glam??

When you take a nap on her chest she will always tease you after

"are they soft?" "you sure looked comfortable"

[ririkoakashii]

୨⎯ " Made Just For You " ⎯୧

"You're pouring your heart out ,I'm acting like I knew, You held me so down, So down I never grew, oh I tried to find out, When none of them came through, And now I'm stuck in the middle, And baby had to pull me out, oh" - Streets by Doja Cat

Content Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Cum-eating, ADA! reader x Fyodor, Doggy style(?), Cock-warming, spanking, Fyodor is very ooc, Dom! Fyodor, sub! reader, slight thigh ridding, Cunnilingus , home office sex, cursing, petnames.

A/N: I hope you guys Fedoor lover enjoy this! and I'm sorry if you felt like my grammar(s) are wrong or smtg tbh english is not my first language and if you feel like you once read this on a draft paper from your classmate or smtg, no. You didn't. This stuff been in my drafts longer than my grandma but anyways I really hope y'all like this stuff

Words count:2681 words

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. . . . . ╰──╮ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ╭──╯ . . . .

Hands trembling, reaching out the door handle. Slowly, you open the door with hesitation. "Umm, sir? Are you in there?" Soon you spoke while opening the door that leads to that bastard's office. You might wonder who I'm talking about. one and only Fyodor Dostoyevsky. The wanted criminal, the manipulator, the leader of the rats in the House of the Dead, a member of the Decay of the Angels, and also the most dangerous ability user you've ever met.

You look inside the home office and see no sign of Fyodor. He'll usually let only God know what he's planning to do to get rid of the sinners. You came here because the stupid armed detective agency made you finish a mission as soon as possible. Your mission is to steal one piece of data from his computer, transfer it to a USB drive, and then return. But it takes you 7 months to do it, and right now you're going to accomplish it. You're tired of playing darling with Fyodor for 7 months—faking your name to him, trying to like things that he likes so he'll be impressed by you, acting so innocently to grow his ego. To be honest, you did lose your virginity to this devil/rat before anyone else in the agency.

You close the door behind you. Sighing, you walk closer to his desk. You swear that if he suddenly went up to the office you'd shot yourself to death, You open his computer, trying to find the stupid data that the agency wanted. Once you found it, you plugged in the USB. While you're waiting for it to transfer, you sit down in his office chair and think about everything you've done for him.

To be honest, you have had some great times with him. And you're kind of sad that you're going to leave him, but you have to. And after rethinking several times, Nikolai begged Fyodor to let you join the Decay of the Angels, but Fyodor refused despite your safety. And let's be real, you do have a little crush on Nikolai. Because, in nature, he is similar to you, and you are similar to him. 

Drifting off suddenly, a voice spooks you. "I didn't know you're a sneaky little bitch, Myshka, or shall I say y/n from the armed detective agency? You think I didn't notice you were faking your name, mousy?" You recognized his voice when it spoke to you. You didn't know when he was in the office, but he's been watching you for a while now. Standing up, you reply, "Ah! Fedya, dear, what are you talking about? I'm just in here because it's the warmest room in here! And who's this y/n girl you're talking about?" You lied (oh, come on now, you're y/n); "shall I call you by your full name, Myshka? Y/n L/N? I knew from the beginning, dearest. Should I kill you so no one remembers you, or… are you going to be our doll?" he paused. You were stunned by his words. You're not ready to die! And he knew that "Cheiri" is not your real name; he knew everything, including your mission. The agency was well aware that you were no longer the ideal candidate! "What'd you say, Myshka?" He inquires, resting his hand on your chin. "W-what do you mean by our doll?" Gulping you reply. You knew Fyodor was into punishing you (it's called crime and punishment for a reason), but you didn't think he was into sharing with you. "Oh, dear, do you think I'm going to keep in here all for myself? Ah, it'll be paradise if so, but dearest, have you forgotten? Paradise is so hard to achieve, and I haven't worked that hard to achieve it so easily. In order to achieve paradise, you must have an opponent." He began to whisper next to your ear. You glance toward the USB; you didn't have a choice but to pick the second option. You can escape later. Or so you thought.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you pull him into a passionate kiss, where he slides his tongue into your wet cavern. He put his hand on your waist. Another hand travels in your dress, groping one of your breasts and slightly squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, your body becoming warm as well. He broke the kiss, and you're a panting mess. "I suppose you wanted to be our doll, Myshka. A whore who was made just for me." He says while rubbing both of  your cheeks with his thumb, and you nod. "Yes, sir, I was made just for you." Pleased with your response. Smirking, he kisses you again, but this time it's more of a hungry kiss, peppering your chin and neck with small kisses and love bites. "I'm going to mark you up before Nikolai can." He murmurs into your skin, sending vibrations through it. "Mhm, yes, please... Take me as yours." You mewl in his ears. It's like music to his ears; you're on fire with your cheeks flushed pinkish. Fyodor bit down on that one certain spot of your neck to earn an embarrassed choke-moan from you. "Ack!" You swing your hand to cover up the lewd noise you make. Fyodor notices it and grabs your wrist, stop sucking your neck. "There's no need to be shy, Myshka. I want everyone to know you're my slut who's drooling over her master's cock and moaning mess for me when I enters her." He whispers while removing your hand from your lips. He stared at you for a second before kissing you again.

His hands are now working on the front of your dress, pulling down the ribbon of your dress; he never broke the kiss while at it. He stopped kissing you and smirked to himself. You were confused by his actions; he sat down on the office chair and faced you. " Strip." You stared at him, not knowing whether you should strip naked or let him do it for you. "Should I repeat myself, mousy? Strip now; just leave your panties on. Did I really fuck you that good till it fucked your brain too, Myshka?" He spoke with a sadistic grin. 

You start to strip off everything you're wearing except for your white lacy panties which he likes to see you wearing. He stares at your naked body with no expression, but the bulge in his pants is evidence that he's turned on. " c'mere." He said this while patting his lap and motioning for you to sit on his thigh. You couldn't bring yourself to disobey him, so you sat on his thigh, facing him. His hand travels on your bare back and stops right on your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that makes you bite your lower lips to keep quiet. He kissed you unexpectedly, and you swear you felt him smirking while he kissed you. While he was busy kissing you, you rolled your hips back and forward on his thigh, chasing your own pleasure.He immediately spanked your ass, which made you break the kiss. "What was that for? It hurts.." You hiss at the pain, which will most likely leave a red mark on your ass cheeks. "Oh? My little mouse is very needy, isn't she? And if you keep going, you'll stain my pants with your own arousal. Plus, you'll know who you belong to." He said this while rubbing that red spot on your ass while wearing his famous smirk. 

You're too needy to think straight, so you got up and sat on his desk, spreading your legs. "Please, Fedya.." you said while pushing your panties to the side so he'd get a full view of your glistening pussy. He moves the chair closer to you, resting his head on your thigh and caressing your left thigh with his other hand. "Please what, dear? I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, Myshka." He threw a smile at you. "Fuck me like a slut, fuck me until I can't walk, punish me, degrade me, eat me out, fuck me until I forget everything but you." You beg him just to get a low chuckle out of him.

"As you wish, Myshka." He went closer to your crotch, both hands spreading your thighs and preventing you from closing them. While making eye contact with you, he kisses one of your inner thighs and begins to nibble on it with small kisses. A small whimper escapes from your lips, pushing your hips closer to his face. "I barely touch you, and you're so needy already. I wonder if anyone saw you like this. All desperate for me." He murmurs to himself, and without a word, he shoves two fingers into your wet pussy just to earn himself a high-pitched scream from you. He moves his fingers in a slow, torturous pace, slightly curling them upward to find a spot to make you see stars. You wanted his fingers deeper in your throbbing core; you rolled your hips, and as you rode his fingers, he pulled away. "Why did you stop? I want more,  please." You begged him; tears began to fill your eyes. All he did was give you a smirk. He didn't speak; instead, he buried his face in your crotch, giving it kitten licks. "Fuck-fuck more, deeper, please." You're too needy for him; deep down, he was shocked because for no reason you're in heat; he was about to punish you, but why? You're so horny when you're about to meet Lucifer himself.

He suddenly began to suck up your pussy that makes you shake so violently, and his hand that was wet from your juices went to rub your clitoral area in circles. " mhmm ahh more~" You mewl while pulling his hair so he'll get closer to your clenching hole, and it doesn't take much time for you to feel like you need to release. "Ah fuck! I'm cumming. Please, ah, Fedya ngh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He didn't stop sucking you at all when you announced you were getting close to your orgasm; instead of slowing down, he started to lap his tongue more deeply into your cunt. You feel a knot snap inside of you when you realize you squirted on his face. You were a panting mess, gasping for air. He collects your cum on his fingers, then taps it on your lower lip and says, "Open up." and you, being a good obedience pet, did what he said and started lapping your own cum on his fingers. He looked at you, slightly smiling to himself. "What's so funny?" You ask after licked his fingers clean. "Nothing, dear. It's just… It's only the beginning of our game, and you've already worn out. I didn't even properly fuck your pretty pussy yet." He's right. He's not going to let you get out of this punishment that easily.

He stood up, looking down at you who's lying on his office table, all messed up from him, just like he wanted. Leaning down, he kissed your lips while your naughty hands undid his pants. He notices it immediately, but he didn't let you stop; it's part of his plans after all. You can feel his cock pressed against your clothed crotch, but you want him inside right now. " Mmm Fedya, I want you.. inside of me.. I wanna carry your babies, please." You whisper to him while French kissing him; your hands wrap around his neck, and you don't want to let go. "Of course, dear. Even if your body refuses to carry my children, I'll fuck you until you can carry it." He murmurs into your lips, and you only hum in reply.

You broke the kiss because you needed to breathe, only for him to kiss your cheeks and say, "Stand up and bend over the desk, dear; I'm going to make you feel so so so fucking good." He demanded, and since you're so fucking needy, you did as he said. He's only in his boxers since his pants are across the room because of you.

Ass up in the air, panties around your ankle, waiting for him to ruin you in one thrust. "Mmm, can you hurry up a little, sir? It's cold."  Your desperate plea made him chuckle to himself. "My, my, tell me, dear, which one of your cute holes you want me to fill up with my cock? Your ass or your pussy?" He leaned down from behind you to your ear level, whispering those filthy things. "My pussy sir, since it was made just for you."

Smirking at your reply, he lined his erection and shoved it in your pussy, receiving a loud moan from you. He let you adjust his cock for a second, and you could feel his cock brushing your cervix, so deep in you, like you were becoming one. "My, you're so sinful yet so precious, like a fleshlight that was made just for me." His hands travel down to your hips, keeping you from moving too much. He then starts to thrust in your clenching hole slowly yet so deeply. Every thrust he made made you see stars, making you feel like a virgin again. You felt like you were getting closer as the tip of his dick brushed your cervix again, and that's where you came on his cock following with a moan; you swore you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

And that's when you heard a groan from him: "Oh fuck-hah, I'm so close, mousy, I wanna fill you up.. Hah fuck!" He said between his breath, his thrust getting sloppier than before, and his movement—making your tits bounce, your mouth hanging open, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your breathing getting heavier each time—the whole room got a strong smell of sex. You can't think. All you wanted was for him to fill you up with his thick cum; you'd never felt so satisfied by him before. "I'm cumming-you so fucking good, fuck-ahh, love." A second later, his white cement painted your velvet walls white. He's so fucking deep in you too. You don't want him to pull out of you, but he did, and all you could do was whine due to his cock leaving you feeling empty again.

He sat down on his office chair and asked you, "Don't you want to warm me up, dear? It's cold in here, isn't it?" He spread himself out, making some space for you to sit on his crotch, warming it. Your legs are sore and wobbly from the event, but he pulls his chair closer to the table where you got all bent over it, making it easier for you to sit on him. You tried to turn yourself around with the lack of energy you had, and you succeeded. You are now facing him, holding yourself up with both of your arms. His knee now touching your skin, he snakes his arm around your waist to help you warm him up. Pulling you down so his cock meets your entrance, he pushes you down to his cock, taking him all, making you wince due to your senses. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, hugging him like a koala, and your face snuggles up into his neck. His hand travels down your bare back, slowly drawing circles with his fingers. Slowly, you feel like you're drifting off, and the last thing you heard before falling asleep was, "My, you're so perfect, like we're meant to be together. Ah.. what's that you said again, love? You're made just for me? I'm so lucky to have you, and you will be mine forever because you're made just for me and I just made for you."

[noforkingclue]

Congratulations, I'm really glad to hear that your interview went well.

If it's okay with you, may I please request a Dhawan!master x reader (or Whittaker!master x reader) request where the reader has gone to a hypnosis show with some friends, the master is disguised as the hypnotist. The reader gets called on and goes to the stage but by the time the reader recognises the master they put the reader under their control. Makes the audience forget and takes the reader with them .

If you're not comfortable then it's okay. You have a nice day/night and congratulations once again.

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Title: Under His Spell

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You hated being the centre of attention so it was a surprise to you that you agreed to go on stage. Maybe it was the encouragement of your friends or the couple of glasses of wine you had but somehow you found yourself up on stage.

“A round of applause for our brave volunteer.”

You could feel your cheeks get hot at the sound of applause. However, there was something strange about it. The audience had fixed grins and their eyes were eerily blank. The clapping went on for far too long and it was only when someone clicked their fingers that it stopped at once. Everyone stopped clapping at exactly the same time and that made you blood freeze.

Terror gripped you but you found that you couldn’t move. You gritted your teeth and tried in vain to move your arm but it just wouldn’t budge. Strong hands gripped your shoulder and a pair of lips brushed against your cheek.

“Easy love,” said a sickeningly familiar voice, “don’t want to hurt yourself.”

The Master trailed a finger down the column of your throat and you gasped for air. You glared at him as he walked in front of you and grinned at you.

“Did you like my little show?” he asked

“Fuck you.”

“Rude.”

“The truth hurts. Now let me go.”

“After I put all this effort into getting you here? No.”

“Getting me here? What do you mean?”

The Master sighed and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked around you. He gave you a disappointed look as he disappeared from view. You hated not being able to have him in your view. Your breath hitched as you once against felt his hands on your shoulders. He trailed his fingers up and down your arms as he pressed his chest against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and rested his cheek against yours. You cringed at the feeling of his beard against your cheek. To an outsider it might’ve looked like a romantic scene. The Master brushed his nose against your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss against it. His arms snaked around your waist and gave it a tight squeeze.

“What have you done to them?” you asked

“To who?”

“Them.”

You tried to raise your arm but it was still stuck. The Master chuckled and said,

“Ah, them. The useless humans.”

“I’m a useless human.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, pet. You are far more than that.”

The Master walked in front of you. He studied you intently before pressing his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips brush against yours. A mockingly intimate gesture.

“You are my human,” he said, “and you’re coming with me.”

“And what about all those witnesses?”

The Master briefly looked over his shoulder before looking back at you. He had a bored expression and shrugged and said,

“Bold of you to think that they’d remember any of this.”

“Wh…what? You can make them forget?”

“I will make them forget.”

The Master brushed his hand over your face and a sudden weakness came over you. Your body suddenly unlocked and you collapsed into the Master’s waiting arms. Your eyelids became heavy and you found yourself slowly slipping into a comforting darkness.

“And,” the Master said softly, “you as well. Sleep well.”

[notwonderlandsworld]

Now that you say you write for Marvel and DC I'm tempted to request a deadpool x Fem!reader smut. And pretty much it's just him acting like a dumb shit during the deed 💀

Idk why but this idea seems so cute to me

(Y/N) has female genatalia

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Fem!Reader

warning(s): PWP (literally no plot like at all, just interaction), NSFW, 18+ MATURE, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 933

(18+ content further ahead)

The sound of a squeaking bed-frame followed by various moans filled the bedroom of your apartment. The TV played in the background unseen.

Hopefully Wade had set the volume loud enough to block the noise from your neighbors.

Hey, it's called being a good neighbor.

Currently the merc with a mouth had his girlfriend in a catapult position, her ankles perched on his shoulders. She reached to rest her hands on his arms as his thrusts grew more forceful.

"Wa…Wade ah…" (Y/N) managed to coax out, biting her lip as she worked to suppress the volume at which she moaned. "Go faster, p-please…"

Your boyfriend paused for a bit, stopping entirely. You growled at him, "What are you doing?!"

The man laughed, pulling up his mask past his lips, "You said go faster, at least let me catch my breathe for a bit babe."

Crossing your arms and glaring at him from underneath, "Really? Deadpool, superhuman mercenary—"

"Don't forget bad ass motherfucker."

You rolled your eyes before scoffing, "...anyways, Deadpool. A superhuman mercenary, and you're telling me he needs to catch his breath?"

"Remember what you said honey pie, superhuman. Human."

"Excuses." (Y/N) laughed as her boyfriend glared through the specs of his mask. Hands on his hips, the merc looked down at you, "You wanna get fucked or not?"

"Only if you tell me a story throughout."

"Which one?" Humming, you placed a finger on your chin, thinking.

"Y'know you never told me about that time where that Wolverine guy got locked up in a room with you. Poor guy."

Wade responded with a sharp thrust you could've felt in your cervix. Biting into your forearm, you muffled the moan that came out. You didn't want to give Wade the satisfactory as he smirked down at you.

Grabbing the cheeks off your ass, your boyfriend lifted you up by the hips and trusted faster. The squeaking of the bed-frame only increasing. You didn't even notice when he snatched you arm away from your mouth.

Too busy focused on the pleasure, you didn't hear what he asked. Whining, you looked up at him, "What?" You panted.

"I…fuck…I said…ah…Still wanna hear that story?" Your boyfriend asked. Shaking your head, you moaned out, "Noooo, ah ah ah just k-keep going…ah!"

Things were starting to feel intimate again as the merc switched positions. Now in lazy dog style, you let out a shaky exhale as you felt your boyfriends hand reach down to stroke tiny circles on your clit.

Moaning in higher octaves, you felt your insides clench as he grazed your sweet spot. Knowing he hit it right there, the man grinned and began thrusting harder.

"Fu-u-u-ck Wade! I-I need to—"

Wade groaned, letting out a laugh as he stopped midway. "Yes, schmookums?" He was about to tease when he felt his girlfriend's vagina clench further, making him stop thrusting completely.

"Hah? Did an innocent nickname turn you on? Out of everything I've done, not even the anal beads could—"

(Y/N) threw an arm over her face, glaring at him, "It wasn't because of that! In case you didn't notice I was getting near but now that you stopped—" sitting up, she crossed her arms with a pout on her face, "Now I'm over it."

"Aw babe! It's okay if 'schmookums' gets you down easy! Everyone's got different kinks, and I for one don't kink shame." The man smiled, pressing a big fat smooch to your cheek.

Groaning, you tried to push his away but his scarred lips stayed smushed against your skin. "No! You ruined the mood now."

"What? How?"

Attempting to hide the blush staining your cheeks you quietly confessed, "...I'm embarrassed…" Wade didn't seem to hear and asked you to repeat. "I said I'm embarrassed! Ok?!"

Slapping both palms onto your face in an attempt to block out Wade and the obvious flush, it only caused the man to pry them away.

Curse him and his strength.

"Aww sugar plum!! There's absolutely no reason at all to feel embarrassed!" He then pulled out, gesturing to himself, "Besides you fuck this!"

Rolling your eyes, you reached over and snatched the merc's mask off. He had it lifted up to his nose so there wasn't really much of the struggle. "Don't use yourself as an example, doofus."

"Why not? I'm the literal definition of what the fuck."

Sighing, you got up on your knees and cupped Wade's face. "You're the literal definition of perfection in my eyes."

Wade groaned, leaning closer to your lips, "I have to call bullshit on that. Besides You're just saying that, (Y/N)."

"So? Still love you." Welp he couldn't argue with that. Whining as you closed the gap between each other, lips meshing into one, a scream caused both of you to pull away.

Looking at the TV, a red-head was pointing towards a human-looking fish creature. It's gils flapped back and forth as it walked closer to the woman.

She screamed louder but remained in the same spot instead of running.

Blinking, your boyfriend looked back at you before letting out a laugh, "What did you put on?? You giggled, shrugging, "Anything that'd be loud enough."

"Well jokes on you, now I'm invested."

The rest of the session included you and Wade cuddled together naked while on the bed. The human-looking fish creature ended up marrying the girl and then running away together.

"Welp…" Wade sighed, kissing your shoulder, "That was a weird yet awfully cliché and niche ending." You yelped as you were thrown under him again.

"So…you up for a round two?"

Request 2 is finally done 😏 if it sucks then I'm sorry 🙂

my excuse: I START MY FIRST JOB TODAY!!

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren

Short Cuts

Story Summary: A short series of scenes featuring Sabine Wren occurring throughout the first season of Ahsoka that help fill in the narrative gaps left by the hat man (Sabezra focused, of course).

Author's Note: I was super bored at work today and came up with some more headcanons for stuff that should have happened during Ahsoka. Enjoy.

One Last Thing Before I Go

Sabine Wren x Ryder Azadi

(Takes place near the end of Ahsoka 1x02, Toil and Trouble. Sabine visits Governor Azadi to ask for some last favors before she leaves.)

The intercom on Governor Azadi's desk chirped, signaling an incoming message from his secretary. He clicked the channel open.

"Azadi here. Go ahead," he said, scribbling away on some forms.

"There is a Sabine Wren here for you, Governor."

Ah, he thought. Decision time.

"Send her up, please," he replied.

His secretary, sounding flustered, said, "She, uh - never mind, she's already on her way to see you, sir."

Azadi sighed. "Of course she is." Formal decorum never was Sabine's style.

The doors to his office hissed open - and a Mandalorian walked in.

Azadi's eyebrows climbed up his forehead in surprise until he recognized the familiar color scheme. Few Mandalorians painted their armor in such a vivid array of colors.

In fact, he knew only one.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Well, well," he drawled. "Don't you look spiffy."

The Mandalorian took off her helmet, revealing Sabine Wren - with a freshly shorn haircut. She had on a cocky grin and her eyes glinted with fierce determination.

Azadi felt his heart soar. Now that's the Sabine I remember, he thought.

"Still fits," she replied, showing off her armor.

"That it does," Azadi agreed. "I take it this means you're partnering up with Ahsoka again?"

"Yeah. We'll be on our way, shortly."

"Good, good." Azadi was in disbelief of Sabine's involvement when Ahsoka showed up and told him of her plans to ask for her help - until she revealed what was at stake.

Or rather, who was at stake.

"And your wound? It's not bothering you?" he asked.

Sabine reached down to her abdomen almost instinctively. "What, this? Nah, it's fine. All good to go," she said, dismissively.

Azadi snorted. "You were stabbed by a lightsaber, Sabine. Not very many people just walk that injury off."

She shrugged. "It's fine, Ryder." Her eyes flashed, dangerously. "I plan to pay it back, don't worry."

"Glad to hear it," Azadi said, firmly. "Anything else I can do for you before leaving?"

Sabine reached up and rubbed the back of her neck - a nervous gesture that sent a mysterious sharp pang of nostalgia through Azadi.

So familiar . . .

"Yeah, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. Name it."

Sabine looked at him. "First - I need someone to feed my loth-cat, Murley."

Azadi blinked. "You want - what?"

"Someone needs to feed my loth-cat. Twice a day. And probably play with him, too."

Azadi blinked again. "And . . . who do you have in mind for that?"

Sabine tapped a finger on her chin and smirked. "You could send one of those hotshot pilots you had chasing me down the speed-way the other day."

Azadi rolled his eyes. "You want me to use military resources to feed your cat."

"Yeah. If that isn't too hard for them."

"Sabine," replied Azadi, steadily, "if you're going to be annoyed, do it at me. I gave the order."

Her eyes flashed again. Azadi braced himself.

"You knew I wasn't going to show up at that ceremony. Haven't done so for years."

Azadi leaned forward, irritation creeping into his voice. "You're not the only one who misses Ezra. That ceremony is meant as a token of respect and gratitude towards everyone else who sacrificed and lost that day!"

He jabbed a finger at her. "What about them, Sabine? You forget about everyone else just because their name isn't Ezra Bridger?"

The smirk vanished in an instant. Sabine took a step backwards, rubbing at the back of her neck again in embarrassment.

Why is that so familiar to me?

Azadi took the moment to calm himself down. Way to go, old man, he thought. What a role model you are.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I know Ezra meant a lot to you."

"No - no, you're right," she admitted. "I was being selfish."

Azadi hesitated for a moment, thinking - and decided to push forward anyway. "You were also being scared. Which isn't like you."

Sabine looked up at him. "You think I was running away."

"Yes," he confessed. "I was tired of seeing you run away from . . . everything. Life."

She was quiet for long moment, processing this. "I've been running my whole life, Ryder," Sabine said, sadly.

He studied her. "This trip with Ahsoka - are you still running?"

Sabine considered her answer for a few seconds and then spoke, confidently, "Yes. But the difference is I'm running to something now. Not away."

Running to someone, you mean, Azadi thought. I know your price. But the answer was sufficient for him.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, thinking. "I'll send one of my assistants to check on your loth-cat while you're away, Sabine. You have my word."

Her shoulders sagged with relief. "Thanks, Ryder."

Azadi nodded. "Anything else?"

Sabine dug in her pockets and pulled out a hastily folded form. "Your secretary insisted I fill one of these out. It's an official request."

Azadi took and scanned the document. Smiling, he said, "Consider it done."

Sabine, in a surprisingly formal move, bowed her head. "I appreciate the help, Governor Azadi."

He blinked and bowed his head in return. "Of course, Commander Wren."

She turned to go - and paused. Rubbing the back of her neck again, he saw the embarrassed look -

And it clicked. The pang of nostalgia ran through him again, and he knew why the gesture looked so familiar to him.

Ezra used to do that. Whenever the boy was feeling flustered or unsure.

His heart ached - and not just for the lost Jedi. Oh, Sabine.

"Something else, Sabine?"

"I just - I just wanted to say thank you. For letting me stay on Lothal all these years."

For a moment, Azadi saw the young girl again, still in her teens, with the weight of a galaxy on her shoulders.

"Lothal will always be a home for you, Sabine. Wherever you go," he replied, a tear running down his face.

Sabine turned to him and smiled - a true smile, not her trademark smirk or mischievous grin; something he hadn't seen her do in years.

"I'll bring him home, Ryder," she promised. And she turned, departing with a wave.

Azadi wiped the tear from his face and looked down at the request she had given him once more:

COMMANDER WREN

REQUEST TO GOVERNOR AZADI

REGARDING THE MEMORIAL FOR THOSE FALLEN AT THE BATTLE OF LOTHAL

PLEASE REMOVE ONE NAME FROM THE MEMORIAL DUE TO ERRONEOUS SUBMISSION

NAME IS: EZRA BRIDGER

Azadi looked at the closed doorway where Sabine had left.

Softly, he said to the empty room, "Make sure you come back home, too, Sabine."

Down Time

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(Takes place during Ahsoka 1x07, Dreams and Madness. An extended version of Sabine and Ezra's conversation.)

Ezra was babbling again. Something about the Noti, their culture and their language.

Normally, Sabine would be listening with feigned interest but she just laid her head back on the weird dome that served as the nomadic crab people's domiciles/vehicles.

Her boots were propped in front of her and she just let Ezra talk.

The same thoughts kept cycling in her head, unceasingly.

Ezra's here.

He's alive. He's safe.

A small, dark voice in the corner of her mind interjected: he doesn't know what you did.

She locked down that train of thought, viciously. She would deal with that later.

For now, she just wanted to hear Ezra's voice; real, warm, and alive. Not being filtered through a holo-recording.

That alone made it all worth it. Just hearing him talk, in real time.

Sabine felt a sharp poke on her cheek. "Hellooo. Is this thing on?"

She grinned and said, "Just taking in the view, Ezra."

"Ah, yes," replied Ezra, dryly. "Peridea is famous for it's barren wastelands."

Sabine waved at the caravan surrounding them. "The locals are nice, though."

"True," Ezra admitted. "The Noti are nice. Saved my life a couple times."

Sabine stared at the open, grey sky. "Does it ever lighten up around here?"

Ezra shook his head. "Not really. Not much in the way of sun, around here." He cocked his head, thinking. "The nights are beautiful, though."

He considered it for a long moment, then admitted, "More beautiful than Lothal's nights. Hard for me to say that."

Sabine's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow. That's saying a lot." She knew from many late nights just how beautiful the starry skies over Lothal looked.

Ezra shrugged. "At least, from what I remember. It's been a while."

Sabine winced. That last part had come out a little too casually.

"You can see a lot, at night?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah." Ezra's eyes lit up, as he said, excitedly, "You can see whole galaxies and nebulas - everything, Sabine. It's totally wizard."

She smiled at his wonder. "I'll take your word for it."

"I used to look up at the night and wonder which galaxy was home, you know," he said, his smile fading a little.

Sabine felt her own fading in response. "Did you ever figure it out?"

He shook his head. "No. I'd just choose a random one and . . . talk, I guess. Tried reaching out with the Force, to see if someone could get a message."

Ezra said, ruefully, "Didn't work, as you can see. But I still talked. Pretended it was Hera, Zeb, Kanan . . . you."

Sabine felt her heart ache. "What did you talk about?" she asked, softly.

"Just how things were going. What I experienced that day, good or bad." He paused.

"How much I missed everyone back at home," he finished. "Silly, really. But it helped."

Sabine reached over and gripped his hand. "You were missed, Ezra. You were missed so badly."

He blinked at her, tears welling up. "Really?"

"Of course," she said, firmly. Sabine could feel her own eyes begin to glaze over with unshed tears. "The whole crew split apart after you disappeared. We couldn't keep it together without you and Kanan."

His face turned sad. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," she replied, quickly. "Don't even think of blaming yourself, do you hear me? It was just how it happened. We didn't hate each other or anything . . . it was just the war with the Empire and all of us had separate paths to take."

She tried to blink away the tears, remembering the aftermath of Ezra's disappearance; how quietly the Ghost crew, her family, had just . . . drifted apart.

Sabine wiped her face and looked up at the bleak sky of Peridea. "We held funerals for everyone who died during the battle, you know," she said, quietly.

"Kanan?"

Her throat became thick with emotion. "Yes."

She couldn't look at him, as she added, "And you."

Ezra was quiet for a long few moments, before saying, jokingly, "Hope mine wasn't too boring."

"I wouldn't know," Sabine replied. "I didn't go."

"Oh," was all Ezra said.

"They all believed you were dead," said Sabine. "I never believed it. I didn't want to believe it . . ."

Ezra interrupted her talk with a hug. Sabine froze, in shock, and then melted into him. She felt the strength, the love, the dedication, the surety of his care and affection for her -

All real.

All for her. What she had missed, craved so much in the past decade. It flooded into her, filling a dark hole that she had been ignoring inside of her, and the pain and relief of it made her weep.

And she sobbed into his shoulder. For Ezra, for herself, for all the years they had been apart and the damage that had been done.

"Why did you leave, you stupid idiot? Why did you leave me all alone? To fight all alone? We were supposed to finish this war together! Live and see Mandalore and Lothal revive during peace, together!"

She pounded a fist into Ezra's shoulder with each question, the tears and hurt and anger just pouring out of her, uncontrolled.

Ezra didn't say anything. He just accepted her fury, her despair, and responded the only way he knew how.

He just held her tighter. Keeping her from flying apart; keeping her whole.

When she finished, Ezra just continued talking about inconsequential things, like nothing happened.

Sabine loved him so much for that. For just accepting her and letting her be what she needed to be at that moment.

She took a moment to wipe away the snot and tears.

The dreaded voice, like a gremlin, spoke from the dark corner of her mind once more: he doesn't know what you did.

Maybe so, she retorted back at the voice. But I still have him for now.

She prayed to the Force - or whatever power ruled in this unfamiliar galaxy.

Please, just let me keep him for a while longer. Just a little while longer.

(Author's Note: I cried like a bitch writing this part.)

Someone Special

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(An extended epilogue to the Ahsoka finale 1x08, The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord. Sabine returns to the Noti camp after the 'Shadows in the Starlight' scene to find Huyang waiting for her with a surprise.)

"Lady Wren," called Huyang as she approached. "I have something here that might interest you."

Sabine frowned at the droid. "What is it?"

He held out a metallic box, crudely put together. Sabine peered at it closely: it looked like someone had done a rush job with welded together Imperial salvage. And all of it was built to -

Sabine's eyes widened. "It's a holo-recording."

Huyang nodded. "Indeed. I believe Master Bridger left a message for you."

Another recording. Sabine's heart raced at the thought.

Ahsoka, her master, caught up to her. "A message?" asked the older Jedi.

Sabine took the recording from Huyang's outstretched hand. "From Ezra. Do you mind if I take a listen?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Go ahead. I'll take first watch."

Huyang led the way inside one of the domes, where they could be alone. "The recording is in bad shape. If you don't mind, I'll observe to make sure it doesn't explode on you."

Sabine snorted. "Thanks, Huyang. Whatever would I do without you?"

"Explode, probably," replied Huyang, dryly.

Gingerly, Sabine set the recording down on a crate and cranked the power on. The machine sputtered and sparked - and then the lenses flared to a shimmering image.

Sabine gasped.

"Oh, dear," Huyang observed, sadly.

It was Ezra, alright. His hair wasn't quite as long; the beard not as scruffy. Younger than the current Ezra now.

But he looked hurt. A bandage, hastily applied, was wrapped around his mid-section; a dark stain was staining it, visible despite the thick gauze. His left arm was in a crude sling, made from some unknown cloth.

But it was his eyes. His eyes were the worst part. Haunted, bruised with a sadness and wariness that she didn't know he was capable of.

Ezra was hurting. Someone had hurt him.

Sabine's heart cracked at the image, but she forced herself to stay still. Her hands clenched into tight fists. "Thrawn," she hissed.

Ezra was peering at something and muttering; the audio didn't catch it until he took a few steps closer: " . . . think it's finally working. Yes!"

Despite his battered appearance, Ezra smiled and waved awkwardly with his one good hand. "Hey, Sabine. I mean - I'm assuming it's you watching this."

He took a deep breath and seemed to gather his courage for a moment, before speaking again.

"If you're watching this, Sabine, I'm probably dead."

Sabine's stomach dropped out of her. She could feel Huyang watching her, waiting.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way," Ezra continued. He gestured at his injuries. "As you can see, today was a bit rough."

"It's been . . . I think three years since I came here? Wherever here is. Thought Thrawn had given up on finding me. I got sloppy."

He chuckled. "My mistake, obviously."

"I managed to scrape together enough salvage from the Chimaera; the purrgils took big chomps out of it when we came out of hyperspace. Took a while to get this holo-recorder built without the proper tools but I managed it. And today got me thinking that I should probably prepare a farewell."

"I don't know how it will happen. Most likely Thrawn. Or it could be something else. But I think it's coming. Don't know when or where. And I don't want you to come all this way without . . . without knowing."

Ezra reached up and rubbed the back of his head. She had to remind herself that Ezra was safe, he was heading back home.

He wasn't dead. He wasn't dead.

"In my last message, I told you I was counting on you. I don't know when you'll find this; I've given the Noti instructions to give this recording to anyone with the starbird symbol. They know what it looks like since I've been painting on all of them since I got here. I hope you like it. Not as good as yours, but I had to make do."

"If you're here now, then that means my faith in you wasn't misplaced. I hope the Empire was beaten and that Lothal was saved. You're probably home with your family in Mandalore now."

Sabine's stomach twisted; her parents, her brother. Her home. Ezra never knew.

Ezra's faced turned sad. "Please don't beat yourself up for getting here late. I don't regret a single thing - a single moment of my life. Any of it. I would do it all over again, given the chance."

With uncanny accuracy, the holographic Ezra seemed to look directly at Sabine.

"I'm doing this message now to say that I want you to lay down your burdens, Sabine. Live your life now. Be happy. Maybe . . . maybe find someone special to have in your life. You deserve it."

He paused and then said, emphatically, "Someone special like you were to me."

Her heart skipped several beats, a blush threatening to come.

Ezra turned away for a second, composing himself - and then laughed. "I think I said last time that you were like a sister to me."

Sabine snorted. As did Huyang, surprisingly.

Sheepishly, Ezra said, "You probably figured out that was a lie." Taking a deep breath he continued, "It wasn't the right word - but none of them seem to be right, when it comes to you. I just didn't want to burden you with . . . with how I felt before leaving."

He gestured in a frustrated manner. "And now I'm leaving again. But this time I don't want to leave with regrets."

Turning to look at her again, Ezra Bridger said, softly, "I love you, Sabine Wren. Always have. Always will."

"While we were on Mandalore a while back, I asked your brother for some Mandalorian phrases - and, well, here we go."

He raised his one good arm and pounded it to his chest in a formal Mandalore salute. Sabine choked back a laugh at the sight.

"My Lady Wren. It pains me that I cannot continue to stay by your side and see your song be sung. I hope that whoever you choose as your partner will do so, in my stead, and see that day when all of Mandalore acknowledge your courage, your passion, your honor, and your prowess as a true Mandalorian warrior."

Ezra's eyes were shining with tears.

"I hope, my Lady Wren, that you know that I will always cherish the time we had together, fighting side by side. That there was no other person who was your equal. And - " He stopped short, fully crying now.

Sabine was crying, too.

" - And I hope you know that I will always be grateful for the verses in your song that I could share. And that, one day, if you are ever on Lothal and the sun is shining and you feel a breeze and hear the tall fields of grass rustle, you will think of that as my song, to compliment yours."

Ezra was absolutely butchering the Mandalorian phrases, but it mattered little to Sabine. She cried at the sincerity, the love he was giving her; a final, parting gift.

He smiled, lop-sidedly, as he finally finished. Sabine felt a smile tug at her cheeks, too, despite the message's tone.

"Wow, that was easier than I thought," mused Ezra. "Should have done that much sooner."

He peered at the something - the holo-recorder, in his point of view. A beeping noise could be heard. "Ah, karrabast. I think the power's draining. Need to make this quick."

Huyang tsked. "Goodness, the language. Where did he learn that word from?"

Sabine chuckled weakly at the thought of Huyang meeting Zeb one day. His circuits would explode.

Ezra smiled and said, quietly, "Live and be happy, Sabine. I'll always be with you. I really do hope you find someone special in your life to share in all the laughter and joys and sorrows."

"I hope they know how lucky they are." He grinned and added, "I'm sure you'll be reminding them plenty."

The hologram began to fizzle. Quietly, Huyang said, "The power reserves are almost out."

Ezra raised a hand in good-bye, a sad, but loving smile playing on his face. "Good-bye, Specter-5. This is Specter-6, signing off."

The recording sputtered and died, leaving Sabine and Huyang in the dark.

After a moment, Huyang said, "I'll leave you be for the night, Lady Wren."

The droid walked out.

Sabine picked up the holo-recording gently and cradled it to her chest, feeling the tears track silently, warmly down her cheeks.

Someone special in your life.

"Yeah, I did find someone special," she choked out through the sobs. "And I'll be reminding him plenty when I get back.”

[meowz3rzparty]

An updated Wip for the doctor masacrik fanfic ‼️

*You don’t know what happened, you couldn’t remember who you were, where you were, hell you couldn’t even remember your past. You woke up in a hospital, inside a patient room.you were in a hospital gown,nothing else. You were confused and scared. You had no clue what was happening of course you’d be frightened.*

*your whole body hurt as you sat up slowly. You looked down at your legs to see stitches going up your right leg, the area around the stitches being bruised and slightly red. It was so confusing and panic inducing. Eyes wide and aware as you looked around when you felt something on your head. You couldn’t see what it was though, but luckily there was a mirror in sight and you could slightly see into it. Seeing the cat looking ears sown onto the base of your head, also noticing a cat like tail sown onto your lower back.*

*But like I said, you couldn’t remember anything and had no clue if those had always been there on not. The only clue you would’ve had is how the stitches look. However you didn’t know what healed stitches look like, and even if you did I doubt you’d remember.*

“What the fuck..? W-why can’t I remember anything…?” *You stammered out quietly. You were trying to calm down by taking deep breathes except the stress of not being able to remember anything was making you anxious and scared. As you breathed heavily your eyes paced around the room and noted an iv tube inserted into your forearm. As you took notice of it you decided it would be a good idea to try and get it out and go ask someone for help. Your hand reached for the iv tube that was probably being used to give your body medicine, you grabbed it a gently started to mess with it trying to get it out*

“Ah your awake. Stop playing with your iv though..” *you hear a stern voice say suddenly,flinching slightly at the unexpected voice. Eyes darted to look over at the door frame of the room to see a tall figure, you couldnt quite make out who it was because it was quite dark. The ‘figure’ stepped into the room. A tall doctor, with strawberry pink hair that was short and slicked back, teal eyes glaring over at you. His style of clothes was… questionable. A mint teal button up top with a white hospital coat over it with his name tag on, “Doctor Masacrik”. Ah so that’s his name. His shorts were a maroon colour as he had heart covered stocking under them… interesting fashion choice.*

“W-what am I doing here..?! Why cant I remember anything-? Who even are you..!?” *you faltered out as your eyes were glued on this mystery doctor. Doctor masacrik looked down at you in amusement and mockery as you spoke frantically.. *

“Calm down.. Im Doctor masacrik, and your my new experiment, don’t worry though, I won’t hurt you.. yet” *he remarked as he started walking closer to you, you were confused but there was a feeling of comfort you got from him, it felt oddly comforting but stern, like he wouldn’t be afraid to get rid of you if you made the slightest mistake.* “oh, and don’t try and take these off” *he mentioned the ears* “their sown on, they won’t come off no matter how hard you pull or tug..” *his words were menacing.. making you want to cower up..*

“Your name is (users name)..” *he said as he leaned forward and grabbed your chin with his hand, lifting your head up to eye level..* “such a pretty pet.. I’m surprised you survived, you lost quite a lot of blood during surgery..” You looked up at him, confused but you felt a bit more safer now.. for some reason he brought a sense of peacefulnesses to you.*

“(Users Name)..? That’s my name-?” You asked quietly as his hand was on your chin still, his eyes examining you.*

“Yup, that’s your name~ now.. stand up I need to check if your legs still work..” *he said that as if he had done something to your legs, before her took a few steps back from you. It felt confusing but you had no one else at this point so you just listened to him, slowly crawling out of the hospital bed and stood up. You noticed your legs felt numb and were slightly hurting. He crouched down slightly so he could look at your legs closer up. He had made the muscle in your legs weaker so you couldn’t escape from him..*

“Good good, doesn’t look like I made them to weak.. we wouldn’t want you to be completely useless now would we (users name)…~? Does it feel weird or does it hurt…?” *he questioned mockingly as his hands moved up your legs.

“I-i feel weak.. but it doesn’t hurt..” *you trembled out softly as your eyes looked down at him.* “ that’s good.” *he said as he stood up and looked at you before his slender cold hand petted the ears on your head.. you couldn’t really feel it because it wasn’t an original part of your body but I felt comforting to an extent.* “sit back down, I’ll be back in bit..” *he said, his voice suddenly turning more stern and demanding

[megan0013]

12 + 26 for gabenath? also ur literally like one of my favorite writers for them likeeeee

THANK YOU!

12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear + 26. kissing the top of their head

He’s staring at a window, utterly transfixed, when she comes across him in her burrow.

“Ah,” Bunnyx says, smiling softly as the scene Monarch is watching comes into view. “I thought you might be drawn to that one. It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Monarch’s chin tilts in her direction, but his gaze never leaves the vision of Betterfly striding through the atelier to greet a seemingly healthy, happy Nathalie. “Why?”

There’s a baby in her arms.

“It gives me hope.”

“It shouldn’t,” Monarch says, voice thick with an emotion he’s trying very hard not to think about as he watches Betterfly tuck an errant strand of hair that had fallen out of Nathalie’s ponytail behind her ear. “That’s not me. That’s not my Nathalie.”

The baby squirms, effectively capturing her parent’s attention.

Bunnyx frowns. “How do you know they’re not?”

Betterfly coos something at the baby and sweeps his thumb along her perfect little cheek. Her bright, steely blue eyes widen.

“They can’t be.”

“Maybe,” Bunnyx suggests with a nod to the window, “you should take a closer look.”

And despite his reluctance to do anything suggested by one of the heroes, Monarch does. He takes a small step forward, gaze darting from one little detail he hadn’t originally noticed to the next - a familiar set of crutches in the corner of the room, the charcoal portrait of a sleeping Nathalie he’d sketched sitting framed on his desk. But it’s the differences he sees in Betterfly’s costume that truly give him pause.

It’s sharper than he remembers it being, the cut and color more reminiscent of Hawk Moth’s darker style than what he associates with Betterfly. The mask and hair are different, too. Silver, like his cowl had been, and slicked back.

“This is a very real future for you, Gabriel Agreste.”

Monarch sucks in a deep breath as the hero in the window leans down to place a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

“You will play a pivotal role in the war to come,” Bunnyx continues softly. “You just need to make the right choice.”

prompt list

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Companion piece to https://www.tumblr.com/sicklyseraphnsuch/729835039196676096/write-something-about-marceline-meeting-up-with?source=share

Marceline sighs, sinking out of the air to lie down next to Bonnie. She lets a pair of pink arms wrap around her as she breathes out, slow and sad. She's not technically alive so she doesn't need to breathe. But sometimes, there's nothing like a good, long exhale to really take the pressure off.

"It's like my mom all over again," Marceline murmurs, leaning into Bonnie's warmth.

"He just wanted to protect you."

"I don't want protection. I want the truth." Marceline squeezes her eyes shut. "And when has hiding the truth ever protected me?"

"Well..." Bonnie rubs a small circle on Marceline's arms. "Then... Maybe it's to protect himself."

Marceline twists in her seat, eyeing Bonnie with a skeptic look.

Bonnie swallows a laugh. "Hey, put those peepers away. Let me explain." Her smile softens at the edges, turning faint and fraying like a coat worn too many times.

Marceline grabs Bonnie's hand and gives her a supportive squeeze.

Bonnie squeezes back. "OK, well... It's like this. You don't have kids, so you don't have a point of reference. But I've raised every single one of my candy citizens. And you were there when I ended up living in that old cabin. My kids kicked me out and I... Well, I broke down. I spent so much of my life as the caregiver, the protector, the mother - I had no idea what to do when I wasn't any of that. It's not like I had any other kind of relationship with my citizens."

"No offense to your people, Peebs, but they're not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed. You have to protect them. And I like to think that I'm smarter than your average Cinnamon Bun."

"Yes, but that's not my point. Marcy... What if Simon was protecting himself? What if your mom was saving herself one final hurt? If they weren't protecting you, then what good were they? What have they ever accomplished really? It is selfish. But I think... people have to be sometimes, otherwise they'd fall apart."

Marceline studies Bonnie, remembering the days when she wore a plain t-shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, and a baseball cap. She remembers a vegetable patch of some kind, a shoddy little log cabin, with a way of life so far removed from Bonnie's usual style. Finally, she remembers tears in an underground tunnel, and a confession that spilled out between sobs. Oh. Okay.

"That doesn't make his actions okay. He definitely didn't think about you when he decided to go Crown Hunting."

Marceline bits her lip and it's not until Bonnie reaches up to wipe her chin that she realizes her fangs sunk straight through the skin.

"It's... It's so - so hard to believe that I matter to him. He always says he loves me, but given even a sliver of an opportunity, he would get up and leave. Like, how am I supposed to reconcile that!"

"Yeah, it stinks like moldy breadballs."

"How am I supposed to help him? I get what you're saying. But there's got to be something that I can do! It can't just stay like this!"

Bonnie says nothing in reply. She traces absentminded patterns on the mattress. Marceline watches her for a few seconds before turning away. More time passes, slow and thick as molasses. By then, Marceline is ready to sleep on it. But her brilliant, beautiful girlfriend finally replies.

"Patience. I think. That's all we can give him right now. Patience and... well... Even as dull as my candy citizens could be, we eventually figured out a way for me to be less... out of reach, you know. I got to learn their hobbies and I... Well, I try to enjoy their hobbies as best I can."

"What about your hobbies?"

"I include them in my experiments whenever I can."

"Ah... I should have known."

Bonnie pouts at her before leaning forward and bumping their foreheads together. "Maybe he's not ready to stop protecting you. But maybe you can start befriending him. When he's more comfortable with the idea of being your friend, maybe then he can move away from being your caregiver. Does Simon even have hobbies?"

Marceline can't really think of any. She can't really think of anyone that Simon hangs out with. And wow, in hindsight, the answer was sooo obvious. How did she not see it earlier? Was she some kind of genius to miss out on such a simple answer?

"Why do I get the feeling that you just dissed me in your head just now..."

Marceline flashes her a playful smirk before kissing the frown off Bonnie's face.

"Tomorrow, when we're moving his stuff, can you help me get him to talk? I can't be all buddy buddy with him when he won't stay in the same room as me for more than five minutes."

"Oh say less, girlfriend."

[ivyprism]

The Cursed Beings: Manticore (Elpis x Reader)

Warning: Manticore, kind of scary, scars, flirty, etc.

"This is torture!" You shout as you walk. Dusk looks over and rolls his eyes.

"I could show you actual torture… We have to split up here." Dusk places his hand on his hip as he looks over at Dusk. You huff at the skeleton before heading into the trees. You dislike the fact that it is so silent. This was awful. Your body tenses when you hear a gentle snap.

"Gotta go, gotta go…" You start whispering when you believe you feel a tail touch your leg. You tighten and jump as you stumble and fall to the ground. You gasp in pain as you hear a gentle giggle. You stiffen up as your gaze meets a pair of deep crimson eyes. You become pale when you notice the scar on its right eye.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all by your lonesome….?" The creature purred as it moved closer. You might call the voice deep and masculine. It raises a paw as you flinch, but you feel it barely brush something.

"Wh…Wha…" Your mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish. It chuckled and nonchalantly shook a leaf from its paw. You focus, and you can tell he's a manticore.

"You got some leaves in your hair. Now, are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to repeat myself?" The manticore quietly circles you. It's tail dragging lazily on the floor. You gulp as you watch him circle you.

"M-My uh- my team was doing some research on the legends of these parts..." You sputter out and he hums. He leans towards you his eyes glowing. You blink as he looks more skeleton than Manticore. The manticore chuckles before he pulls back. He was standing on his hind legs, he looked like a very tall skeleton. He sits down in front of you. He raises one leg and rests the other down. He puts his chin on his knees.

"Is that right…? Well, you are looking at one." The manticore smirks, making you blush. He was undeniably attractive.

"Oh, one of the legends…? No way… They existed centuries ago." You spoke shakily as he hummed and leaned against his hand.

"I am Elpis… Sounds familiar…?" Elpis, the manticore, smirked as you tensed. How was this possible? It should not be. He shouldn't be…

"Y-Yes, but h-how…?" When you ask, Elpis hums and gestures to his cursed form. He smirked slyly.

"I'm cursed." He leans on his leg, smirking. He appears to shrug slightly in reaction to your stare. "So, got any questions, or are you going to keep staring?" Elpis makes jokes while he glances at you.

"I-I didn't actually think-" you begin, but he appears to giggle slightly. He leans his head against his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, now with the questions." Elpis seemed to be encouraging you to talk. You blink, but you grab your notes and stare at him intently.

"Uh- okay... What are you? How did this happen? And um... Are you the only one?" You ask. Elpis hums as he stretches a bit. His wings spread a bit as he does so.

"I'm a skeleton manticore. Gods happened. Also no, I am not the only one." Elpis chuckles as he leans on his hand.

"Uh… So- so were you always…?" You couldn't find the perfect words to say when you asked. Elpis observes you silently.

"Do you mean I was always a skeleton manticore? No, I was a regular person many years ago… But I don't remember how I used to look so I'm just a manticore now." Elpis shrugs and rests back against the tree. He crosses his legs crisscross-style. "Well, I guess I have some things to do. But…perhaps we can meet again?" Elpis grins as he pokes your nose. He returns to his manticore form and does the cat stretch before flying away.

"Wait- ah… He's gone…" You blink as he flies away… It can't get any worse than this. You couldn't feel the other two sets of eyes on you.

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Part 2: The Cursed Beings: Mantidrake (Benoit x Reader)

[rxgerthatt]

even satan used to be an angel

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x reader

Summary : Lloyd Hansen is an ass. You’re in denial.

Warnings : smut/18+/descriptions of gunshot

A/N : man I’m on a roll! Enjoy babies!

“So angel face, I hear we’re working together.”

You fucking hate Lloyd Hansen.

Even when he leans over your desk now, smug smile on his face - cocky, brazen attitude on his chest like a badge - it’s hard not to punch him square in the face. You keep it together with a deep breath.

“Unfortunately,” you say, looking back down at the paperwork before you.

Lloyd chuckles, hand tilting your chin to look at him but you turn away, cut a glance in his direction - the iciest you could muster.

You’d argued with your boss - please, anyone but him, please - well, more like begged, but at that point you didn’t care. You would do anything to get out of working with Hansen, and you mean anything.

“Awh, don’t be like that sunshine!” He laughs before his voice drops lower. “We’ll make a great team.”

You’ll believe that when you see it.

—

It’s a fucking sleeper agent.

No intel, no name and this job was about to be so much longer than you needed it to be. You were sure by the end of it you will have lost your sanity completely.

To make matters worse, your lead is your home town. It had been years since you’d been home and with any other company you reckon you would be happy about it, but it wasn’t any other company - it was Lloyd fucking Hansen.

“Jesus - it’s fucking hot,” Lloyd blows out a breath of air - dramatic. “How did you live here?”

You look at him incredulously, “not all of us had a trust fund at the age of seven.”

Lloyd laughs, a deep belly chuckle, white gleaming teeth peaking out from a perfectly styled moustache. How was this guy an agent? He looked like he should be at the fucking social club.

You lead the way to the safe house - your old home.

It sat alone, an old style plantation home just outside the French Quarter in New Orleans. It was surrounded by lush nature. Ivy climbed like veins up the sides of the building - twisting and pulsing with life. Your parents left it for you - they’re only daughter - and you had little time to look after it given your job.

“You sure you didn’t have a trust fund at seven?” Lloyd asks.

“Shut up,” you reply, fetching the key from a rock placed perfectly on the patio.

The house had remained untouched - cobwebs making homes in corners long forgotten. The stairwell stretched in front of you as you walked in, white paint peeling from a wooden banister, you mothers old ornaments dusty and dull compared to what you remember.

You catch Lloyd studying a family picture. You’re 19 in it - little pink sundress with white sneakers and sun kissed skin - the sweetest smile in New Orleans. You hated reminiscing.

“You look like your mother,” he commented. “She’s hot.”

You roll your eyes, “have you always got to be this insufferable?”

“Yes,” he responds with a smile. “You’ll come around, they always do.”

Yeah - right.

—

You follow a lead to an old cafe at the end of St Louis.

It brings back memories you don’t want to unbox. A quaint little building, striped gazebo and open planned - the inside lit with warm lanterns, bathing everything in a golden glow.

You used to come here after school with friends - their pastries were to die for. Now you were here with your greatest nemesis - looking for a faceless man. Or woman, who were you to judge.

“Ah! Y/N! My darling!”

You remember Annalise. She knew your parents well, used to watch you on a Thursday afternoon when your mom was on the back shift. She pulls you into a bear hug.

“How are you Annalise?” You ask her, reciprocating her affection. Lloyd smirks as he watches the interaction. Smug prick.

Your dislike for him ran deep in your veins, and you don’t use the word ‘hate’ lightly. Typically you give people a chance - give them time and you’ll warm up to them. You’d known Lloyd Hansen for five years, and you were still waiting for the switch to flip.

“I’m well,” Annalise replies and it’s only then you notice how much she had aged. Skin like wet leather, hair as white as snow and you don’t remember her being as hunched as she is now. You imagine she was thinking the same.

You catch her looking at Lloyd and you hope to god she doesn’t ask-

“And who’s this?” She smiles. Fuck sake.

Before you can speak, Lloyd is stretching a thick arm towards her, “nice to meet you ma’am, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend Lloyd.”

You bristle, words caught in your throat because that was low. You knew he was sneaky but fuck. Annalise makes a squeak before grabbing both of your hands - you’re too busy cutting Lloyd a deadly glance to share her excitement.

“Oh! I can tell you so many stories about Y/N when she was young-“

“That will be unnecessary,” you cut her off. Lloyd begins laughing beside you and you feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment. You decide then that this is the worst mission you had ever been on.

Your boss would be signing your resignation upon return.

“We’re actually looking for someone Annalise,” Lloyd turns on his charm and you notice the way the older lady melts. If only her husband could see this.

He turns his phone with an updated picture HQ had sent in this morning. It was of a young man - the assumed suspect.

“Oh yes! He lives near the swamp. Be careful down there, lotta gators.”

You look down at Lloyd’s slip ons with a complacent grin.

“You’ll need to change your slippers.”

—

So, turns out the suspect is in possession of some really valuable intel.

You found this out when it hit you and Lloyd in the face, a cloud of colour - purple, blue and fuck knows what else because it was down your throat, in your eyes.

All in all not a great experience.

“What the fuck!” You heard Lloyd shout. He’s coughing, waving his hands about erratically - finger on the trigger and bang.

Well - the suspect is dead.

Your vision comes back, granted it’s blurry and your eyes are sensitive but at least you weren’t blind - yet.

A bullet hole, right in the centre of his forehead - leaking blood, parts of his brain in his lap and his skin was already turning a bluish grey. Maybe that was just the dingy lighting.

You’re lightheaded, skull pushing against your brain and it’s not long before you’re throwing up the contents of your stomach, skin slicked in sweat with a sudden heat that was completely unbearable.

“Hey sugar,” Lloyds hand is on your back. “We gotta get you out of here.”

Lloyd looks funny. He’s in a purple filter, face contorting every time you blink and it makes you giggle uncontrollably.

“You’re so handsome.”

That has him concerned.

He lifts you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. The sun blinds you, the steady sway makes you titter even more and you feel Lloyd shaking. He’s laughing now too?

This really isn’t good.

—

By some miracle you end up back at your house.

A call to your boss confirms the worst. It was some kind of pollen you had both inhaled - Fibre 2.0 they were calling it - a truth pollen to put it simply. Any poor asshole that consumed it could tell nothing but the harsh punch of truth.

You’re sitting on the sofa - filter falling from your mouth and you’re telling Lloyd about your life in New Orleans. He’s listening, staring at you with eyes like cherry pies - wide and sweet and so unlike himself.

“I’ve had a crush on you since the training academy,” he blurts.

“Me too,” you surprise him.

It’s not long before he has you bent over the kitchen table, black panties at your ankles as he pounds into you from behind and oh - if your mother could see you now.

But it felt too damn good to care.

“You’re the hottest,” he grunts, pushing his cock into places you didn’t know existed and knocking the breath from your lungs in a minty puff. Your insides curl with pleasure, an undeniable pressure building in your groin and you moan like a fucking porn star as you grip the table.

“Thanks,” you manage to squeeze out. “You’ve got a great dick.”

“Thanks,” he replies, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

The orgasm hits like a wave of warm water, stealing the thoughts from your brain and you’re a mumbling fucking mess for Lloyd Hansen.

Fuck Fibre 2.0.

He finishes on your back, cleans you up afterwards and helps you to the sofa. It’s oddly caring, affectionate and you can’t help but point that out because you need to say everything that comes into your head.

“You’re being nice,” you pant.

“I’m nice when I want to be,” he slumps beside you. “Plus, that was the best sex I’ve had in my life. You deserve me being nice.”

“I’ll remember that Lloyd.”

—

You argue when the pollen wears off.

“It’s a truth pollen sunshine!” He shouts from the bottom step, you standing above him. “Which only means one thing. Oh! I know! You were telling the truth!”

“I don’t give a fuck what it was!” You scream, stomach cringing and you really hated yourself right now. “I don’t like you!”

“Boring,” he sing-songs and your fury bursts as you throw an ornament at his head. He dodges, narrowing his gaze back towards you.

“You can be in-denial all you want angel face,” he’s pointing a finger at you now - he’s hot when he’s pissed. “You and I know the truth - you want a bit of the Hansen.”

Give me a break.

You turn away, marching up the flight of stairs to your bedroom with a wave of your hand.

“Keep dreaming Hansen.”

—

It’s you who ends up dreaming.

Replaying the feeling of him deep inside you - over and over again. Your shorts were soaked through, a deep pulsing in your intimate area that had you whining because you needed that release.

The release only he could give you.

It was 4 am. He was surely asleep - you could just check. God! You were weak! Right now, your word meant jack shit. Like dirt on the bottom of your shoe and it was all because of that pollen. If you hadn’t inhaled that, you would have never fucked him and you wouldn’t be feeling like this!

Right?

A sudden thought of - what if the hatred I feel isn’t hatred at all? - crosses your mind and you want to bat it away as quickly as it comes. It sticks like gum and before you know it you’re standing outside his door.

What am I doing?

Before you can turn the door is open. He’s shirtless, eyes squinting as he adjusts to being awake and you’d never seen him so undone.

“Angel, it’s 4 in the morning-“

You kiss him, push him into the room and he’s caught off guard momentarily before he’s kissing you back. It’s a heated kiss - all tongue and teeth clashing together, but you couldn’t ignore how you felt anymore.

Pushing him onto the bed you drop to the floor, unbuckling his belt to reveal an already hard cock - staring you right in the face, judging you because -

Look at you now.

You don’t allow yourself to think anymore, taking his cock into your mouth you feel a swell of pride when he melts before you. Maybe you were looking at this all wrong because who had that affect on Lloyd Hansen?

He breaths heavy as you bob up and down, taking him like a pro, spit dripping down your chin in the most lurid way but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Holy s-shit angel,” he croaks. “You’re too good at that.”

He’s pulling you from the floor, laying you down on the bed with something about how that’s not how this works before he’s pushing into you.

Like a match to gasoline your body comes alive. You wiggle beneath him, trying to accommodate his thick girth and he takes your tit into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’ve got the best tits,” he groans. “Always knew you were hiding something special under those cat suits.”

You moan in reply as he begins to move, a steady rhythm, not like the brutal pounding in the kitchen. No, this was passionate, slow and deliberate like he wanted to make it last forever.

God, you hope it would.

There’s a squelch that starts from the joining of your bodies and it only serves to bring you closer to release. You pant, holding his arm with one of yours to keep you from drowning in the waters of your own pleasure.

He grunts as you squeeze him, the metaphorical coil in your stomach snapping with such force it makes you stretch your spine. You gasp for breath and he’s not far behind you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and pressing a kiss there.

The question of whether he wanted you to leave was soon answered when he pulled you under the covers, wrapping you in strong arms and holding you there.

“I could be good for you,” he says so uncharacteristically. “I don’t like a lotta people sugar, but I like you.”

He’s being honest. As honest as he had been not even 48 hours ago. You knew Lloyd, you’d known him a long time. He was a good liar, but not that good.

You offer him a smile, “you’re not all bad Hansen.”

Sure - he’s tortured the fuck out of some people, but you were no angel. You had more than enough kills under your belt to warrant that trip down the River Styx.

“So when we’re back, you’ll let me take you for dinner?” He asks hopeful, you see that twinkle in his eyes.

“Sure,” you reply, laying your head back on his chest and you feel it release a pressure.

Did you make Lloyd Hansen nervous?

How many times had you answered that question differently? Let me take you out sugar? Let me show you a good time? Be mine angel face?

You suppose even Satan was an angel once.