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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 day ago

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I'll Make You A Star, Baby (Toji x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Sleazy Music Producer!Toji Fushiguro x Popstar!Reader

Synopsis: You are an up-and-coming pop girl who has dominated the charts with your hit song and is quickly moving into the world of stardom. As your popularity in the music industry grows, your manager and fans are foaming at the mouth for a new hit single. So you pair up with Toji Fushiguro, a hitmaker and a playboy in the industry, well known for his beats AND his dick game. And despite your resistance to Toji's seduction, you quickly learn that becoming a household name in the music world isn't that easy. Maybe fucking this man can make you a star...or is that just what he slipped in your drink talking?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); No Curse AU; Music Industry AU; Celeb!Toji x Celeb!Reader; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Drugging; Rape/Noncon; Dubcon; Drug Use (Marijuana + Cocaine); DILF!Toji x Younger!Reader (Early 20s); Sex on Camera; Slutification; Objectification; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit Play; Degradation + Praise; Snorting Coke Off Toji's Dick; Facefucking; Face Slapping; Daddy Kink; Multiple Positions (Missionary + Doggy); Reader Cums 2x; Creampie

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I hate The Idol with all my fucking heart...but "Popular" is a BOP. I can't believe I'm just now hearing it lmaoo! As soon as I heard it, I got this idea. Originally, this was one for Gojo but I haven't written about my broke ass DILF Toji in a minute lol. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. -Jazz

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Since you've been a little girl, you always wanted to be a star. And you know the man sitting across from you is capable of helping you with that. "So," Toji asks, taking a drag of his cigarette, "you wanna be famous, huh?"

You sit across from him on one of the comfortable leather couches he put in his studio in one of your "low maintenance" outfits: a white bralette, bra free, a cropped zip-up hoodie, low-riding jeans tight on your ass, and your favorite pair of pink furry slippers, your French manicure peeking out from the openings.

"I thought I was already famous," you chuckle. You sit-cross legged on the couch, a red solo cup in your lap. You've only taken three sips since you've been here for over 20 minutes now. It is some concoction of tropical fruit punch and vodka that explodes on your tongue with its sweetness and tastiness.

Toji Fushiguro, a single father and the top music producer in the game, sits across from you in his chair that he likes to wheel himself around on. He is a huge guy, taller than you even sitting down, sitting with his jeans spread eagle in his gray sweats. You advert your eyes from it.

"Well, yeah, but famous-er," he retorts. "Way more popular than you are now. You're still an upcoming artist after all." He smiles with his dark eyes, his lips curling up into a light smirk that causes the faint scar on his lip to become a bit more noticeable.

He is joking with you, you know, but even the mention of still being upcoming makes you want to bash your head into a wall. Hence while you're here. "Don't remind me," you sigh, taking another sip of the drink Toji whipped up for you. "My manager is on my ass about getting another song out for the summer." You grin at the man sitting across from you. "That's where you come in."

Toji raises his pierced eyebrow at you, giving him a very attractive look. He is truly a handsome man. He can make even the black hoodie and sweats combo he is wearing look like designer with his sexy features, dark eyes, and muscular robust. If he wasn't a producer, he would make a killing as a model.

If you are to Google him, Toji Fushiguro would come up as a top producer worth millions gracing magazine covers, a five-time Grammy winner, and someone who has worked with the top singers and rappers in the industry right now, including Megan Thee Stallion, The Weeknd, Rihanna, and Sexy Redd.

Everything he touches turns to gold. You knew that he would be able to give you what you want...and need. Your manager has been breathing down your neck for a new hit to knock your first one out of the water, but so far, his efforts have been failing. Every producer he has called can't give you what you're looking for.

So you took matters into your own hands. You hit Toji up on Twitter on a whim, asking him to do a beat for you. He responded to you a day later, apologizing for his lateness and agreeing to meet up while he was in town. You felt giddy, excited for this chance to possibly gain more popularity and get closer to your goal.

Since you've been a child, you always wanted to be famous. Watching Beyoncé and Michael Jackson on your mom's TV, you knew that your dream was to get on a stage and perform. Make a million dollars. Tour the world. See the sights that your small-town parents never have.

So in your teens, you started doing YouTube videos where you'd dance and sing covers. Before the fresh age of twenty, you were discovered by a talent agent who flew you out to sunny California to audition for your manager's agency. He adored your pretty face, powerful vocals, and moves, deciding that you would be perfect.

A year later, you popped out with your first single 'Rev Your Engines' which was a mixture of bubblegum pop and hip hop that woke the industry and general public up. Everyone suddenly started noticing you in public and inviting you to award shows. You were performing on TV and gracing magazine covers.

The thrust into stardom was a weird and intense one, like taking too many drugs...yet like a drug, you can't get enough. You need more. More money. More fame. More recognition. And you know for a fact that Toji is capable of all of that. "Me?" he asks, acting shocked.

"Well, you are one of the top producers in the game," you giggle, taking another sip of the cocktail. "You'll be my secret weapon."

The producer's smirk grows, widening on his cheeks where two dimple piercing glitter back at you. "Oh, I know." You suck your teeth, rolling your eyes. "Nah, I'm fuckin' witchu," he cackles. "But seriously, with your vocals and my beats, any song we put out is sure to be a hit."

You laugh, giddy and slightly tipsy. "I like that energy!" you exclaim. "Mmm, and this drink! It's loosenin' me up." Plus the red glow coming from a lava lamp sitting next to you and the soft R&B music he has playing from his Alexa Orb in the corner of the room with your Hello Kitty duffle bag. The ambiance is very seductive.

You are the only one in the studio with Toji right now. You are sure there will be other people coming in soon despite the late hour. Despite this being the first time you and Toji are officially meeting each other, you don't mind other people interrupting your studio session. He is a very busy man after all.

Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka begins to talk, your head tilting back against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Toji's eyes trail up your body, stopping short on your stomach where a belly button ring glitters at him. "Just how I need you," he murmurs. "'Specially for the song ya had in mind. What'd you say? Somethin' sexy for the hot girls?"

You open your eyes to give him a playful wink, unaware of the hidden meaning behind his hot gaze. "And the gays," you giggle, swishing your ice around in your cup. "I want somethin' that made the same noise as 'Rev Your Engine', but bigger. I got the lyrics for it here."

You take a final sip of your drink and leave it on a coaster before strutting over to your duffle to retrieve your songwriting journal. You don't feel the producer's eyes on your shapely, heart-shaped ass as it jiggles and bounces in your Region jeans.

"Oh?" Toji asks, interested. "Lemme see. I didn't know you wrote too." You hand your strawberry-printed journal over to him, rolling your eyes when he snickers at the cover. He turns the pages to your new song and begins to read.

Sweating slightly, you stand there in suspense, watching his smile fade and his eyes widen an inch. You feel your body flush with embarrassment and anticipation. You know that your lyrics are more risqué and, quite frankly, slutty here: talking about bouncing on it at the club so everyone sees; being put on a leash; teasing him and his friend through a FaceTime call so they come over and cum in you.

Your lyrics aren't THAT blunt, but they are very "on the nose". And you know Toji knows that as he continues to read, silent. "C'mon, don't keep me in suspense, Toji!" you whine, wanting to snatch the journal away. "What'd you think?"

He finally turns to you, his face playfully deadpan. "I think you're a fuckin' freak," he replies, deadass. "Damn, girl, what do you do behind the scenes when you're not on stage or red carpets?" He passes the journal back to you, his eyes aglow with mirth.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you playfully murmur. You go to take your journal back, but Toji holds onto it, his calloused fingers nearly touching yours. The playful glint in his eyes fades, replaced with something hotter. More...personal. "Yeah, I would."

And it doesn't sound like a joke. His tone is too raspy and too serious for that. Your smile fades and your body feels like it has been put in a sauna, the temperature in the room spiking into the nineties now. The air between you throbs with tension and something that should not be transpiring the more Toji stares you down, almost as if he is trying to get you out of your panties.

Ding!

The sound of Toji’s phone pinging in his pocket cuts through the tension and stops whatever was about to happen from happening….which it wasn’t.

Toji, looking irritated, digs his phone out and puffs on his cigarette as he reads the message. “Oh, that's my plug," he announces, breaking out into a toothy grin. "Stick around. I'll be right back. Go in the booth when you're ready."

You nod and cradle your journal to your chest before he gets up and leaves you alone in the studio to recuperate and calm yourself.

Other than being a renowned and talented producer, Toji is also a total playboy. A whore, if you will. Always has a different girlfriend or fuck buddy every month. A model or stripper on his arm. Always photographed coming out of a sneaky link’s crib or a hotel. He gets around.

You have no time for any of that. Men like him will get you in trouble...though dating him would definitely up your popularity and boost your publicity. But you want to be famous for your talent, not being a famous man's girlfriend or side piece. No matter how hot Toji is...or how could he smells...or how wet his eyes make you feel.

When he returns, you've put down your cup and ventured into the recording booth. He smiles at you from behind the plexiglass, jiggling a baggie of weed around. "Ya want some?" he asks. He looks perturbed when you shake your head. "What, you don't smoke? In this industry?"

You scoffingly laugh, taking the headphones hanging off the mic. "I don't wanna fuck up my throat." Toji raises an eyebrow at this, catching onto the unintended sexual connotation. "You know what I mean!" you exclaim.

"Weed doesn't do that, sweetheart," he chuckles, sitting down in his chair with his legs spread once again. "Just say you're scared! It's fine!" You give him the middle finger, your French tips each printed with a gem. You always loved a good, cute set.

"Ya may need some of this green to sing lyrics like those," he whistles, giving you a wink. "I thought 'WAP' was nasty, but this takes the cake. Is your dad okay with his pretty little pop star singin' dirty shit like this?" He gives you a humored smirk through the booth.

You give him a tense stare, earning a raucous laugh in reply to the shots fired at your manager. It is public knowledge that your manager is very strict about who you involve yourself with...if he knows who you involve yourself with. He will never know about your meeting with Toji until the song is finished.

"My manager is fine with it," you reply. "He wants a hit, so I'm giving it to him. Now turn me up."

When you put the headphones over your head and hear the first threads of the beat, you already know what you want and how you want to sound. The best part of being an artist is recording. You love losing yourself in the music, closing your eyes and taking yourself away to a place where there is nothing but your voice, the beat, and the feeling you feel while singing.

But with this particular song, it doesn't go that way. At first, you feel sensational. Sexy. Liberated. The vodka runs through you and Toji's laser vision on you make you sing the salacious lyrics with conviction and all the heart you have in your body.

But after a while, when Toji asks you to do different cuts and you pause to get your mind right, you start to feel that self doubt creep in. That thought that you look and sound stupid saying all of this shit. At some point during recording, you stop, the words dying in your throat and the vodka's magic wearing off.

Toji wrinkles in brows in confusion, cutting the music in your headphones. "Hey, what's up, doll?" he questions. "You good? You stopped right at the chorus."

You slide the headphones off your head, biting your lip. "I-I don't know," you lamely admit. "I'm sorta second-guessing these lyrics. Maybe you're right: they're too dirty."

But Toji scoffs, waving a passive hand at your negative talk. "Nah, nah, nah," he protests. "Don't fuckin' do that. Don't get in that head. You're an artist, Y/N, and this is what artists do."

"Yeah, but..." You stare off to the side, still chewing on your bottom lip. Maybe this isn't a good idea. What if you lose your fanbase? What if people start to see you as a sexy gimmick and not a true artist?

Seeing you battle with yourself, Toji crooks a finger at you. "Here, come on out here and let me help ya out." He then gets up and walks over to the mini fridge sitting by his fish tank filled with aquatic wonders sitting adjacent to the other couch on the other side of the room.

You do as he says, leaving the booth to sit back on the couch next to it. As you get comfortable, he pours you another cup of the fruity concoction that you've come to love. "Sip on your drink a little," he encourages. "The vodka will help you." He gives you an encouraging smile, silently telling you to drink it.

You take a long sip, letting the sweetness explode over your tastebuds. "Mmm," you pleasantly hum. He nods in agreement, clinking his red cup with yours. "See? Nice and sweet, like you." He takes a sip of his, licking the red residue from his plump top lip. You ignore the way his tongue glitters with a piercing.

He then gives you some space and takes a seat in the couch across from you where he begins rolling himself a blunt. Maybe it's the vodka creeping into your brain crevices, but suddenly, Toji's veiny, calloused, and inked hands are very attractive. They seduce you with every twist, bend, roll, and pinch that his fingers make as he sprinkles in some shavings of marijuana and prepares his blunt.

He is an expert at this, focused and highly intriguing the more you watch him. Especially when his pink, pierced tongue slides along the brown paper to close the blunt, successfully rolling it. He then takes his lighter out and fights it, the flickering flame illuminating his son's name tattooed on his right collarbone: Megumi.

His plump lips wrap around the blunt and he takes a puff, smoke billowing in the air like tiny ghosts. You feel hot suddenly, like your entire body is throbbing, and your veins itch with some weird anticipation. Is it the vodka? It's making you feel so reckless.

"Can I have a hit?" you softly ask. The producer raises a brow, smoke billowing out of his nostrils. He blows an O in the air, bringing your attention to his mouth. He smirks and saunters over to you with the blunt, telling Alexa to play his 'Hotbox Playlist' as he does.

The sound of a Giveon song enters the air as he takes a seat beside you, nearly dipping the cushions because of how big he is. "You ever done it before?" You shake your head, making him laugh. "Don't worry, doll, I've got you. Start off slow when you inhale."

He passes you the blunt, instructing you to hold it between your forefinger and thumb. Trembling with nerves, you slowly wrap your lips around the blunt and inhale, the end of the blunt glowing red like a firefly in the summer night sky.

As soon as the weed hits your lungs, you're coughing, your throat burning. Toji stifles a laugh. "Easy, easy, baby," he chuckles, patting you on the back. "I said take it slow. Try again."

You take another sip of your cocktail and do it again, being extra careful to not inhale so hard. This time, it is easier and when the weed hits, it hits big time. You feel a warmth in your lungs and your chest, causing you to press a hand against your beating heart. "Ooh," you sigh. "Wow."

Toji grins at you, nodding. "Uh-uh," he agrees. "It'll kick in soon. Wanna get back in the booth?"

You lazily nod, feeling good and as light as a feather. So you take your cup into the booth and do another cut of the song. This time, your vocals are slow and sensual. Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka and weed take over, making your body feel heavy and light at the same time.

As you sing, you focus on Toji and he focuses dead on you, barely taking his eyes off of your face and body. They trail over you like you're a dessert plate...and for some reason, you like that. You enjoy him watching. It makes your body throb more and your breath come out short.

Not to mention the wetness in your panties. When did that happen?

After your session, Toji gives you a thumbs up and you sway out of the booth, holding onto the wall for support. Maybe you need to back up off of the cup for a while. The vodka is obviously hitting you, but you can't remember the last time you felt so disoriented and aroused. Could it be the weed too? You only took two puffs!

"We got a good take," Toji says, giving you a smile that illuminates his handsome face. "You're a natural at this, doll." His gaze is full of so much admiration that it makes you flush. You shyly giggle, unaware that your hand resting on the chair is close to his forearm. "I learned from the best."

You're not quite sure what that means, but Toji doesn't question it. Instead, he takes another puff of his blunt and taps it into the ashtray sitting next to him. His smile widens, a secretive playfulness in it. "Now let's celebrate."

And so you do. You drink more and you watch Toji puff on his blunt, becoming more aroused by the way he forms those smoke Os and wondering what his tongue piercing feels like. At some point, when the edges of your vision become blurrier and your panties grow tighter, Toji pulls another bag out of his pocket.

He sits next to you on the couch, the smell of his cologne and body wash smelling like ocean waves engulfing your senses. You watch intently as he takes a magazine and sprinkles white powder onto it. He also whips out a $100 bill and a Black Card from his wallet, no doubt flashing his wealth at you.

You stare at the white substance, your fuzzy mind processing things slowly but processing nonetheless. Cocaine. Toji notices your perturbed expression and gently nudges you. "Don't be so scared, baby," he chuckles. "We're havin' a little party, ain't we? I'm sure you've done it with the girls at the club before."

You only did it once at an industry party and vowed to never do it again after waking up in someone else's bed with no recollection of how you got there. But when you see Toji begin to cut straight lines with his Black Card and roll up the dollar bill, you start to wonder.

When he bends down to snort a line, he grunts slightly and sniffles, leaning his head back with his eyes closed and his throat exposed. He swallows roughly, his Adam's Apple bobbing. Then the expression on his face softens and he shudders, a look of euphoria on his face. Now you really start to wonder just how it feels.

He slowly turns to you, his smile lazy. "Wanna try?" he asks, passing you the bill. The alcohol and weed fumes make you more susceptible and reckless. More willing to try anything. Everything sounds like a good idea now.

So you lean down, stick the dollar bill up your right nostril, close the left with your fingertips, and tentatively snort a line of the coke. You can only explain it as a rush of fire going up your nose, leaving you to only do half a line. You gasp and grunt at the pain, pinching your sinuses. "Easy, mama," Toji coos, stroking your hair. "It'll pass. Once it hits, it'll feel real good."

And it does. A warm feeling spreads throughout your body like you are washed in light and you feel tingly. Your heart beats like a hummingbird's wings and everything seems sharper. You break into a smile, giggling. A weird light glints in Toji's eyes. "Yeah, it's workin'," he chuckles.

You lean back against the couch, the ceiling spinning slightly. Your body throbs with heat, your skin feeling as if lava has replaced your blood. "Mmm," you hum uncomfortably, wriggling slightly in your hoodie. Toji leans back against the couch too, his head just inches from yours. "Hot?" he chortles. "Yeah, it'll do that."

His fingers pinch the zipper of your hoodie, not unzipping it but not moving either. "Why don't you take it off if you're hot?" he suggests. So you do, letting the tiny piece of clothing fall from your arms and reveal the hard nipples under your thin bralette.

Now your limbs itch to move. You need to stand. So you suddenly stand, damn near scaring Toji, and your favorite Kehlani song begins to play. You hum in delight and start to sway to the music.

"Feelin' good, baby?" Toji asks. His voice sounds far away yet so close at the same time.

"Mmm-hmm," you hum. "I love this song." You begin to wind your hips to the slow beat, envisioning yourself as a wave. As your hips begin to gyrate in a circle to the beat, Toji watches from his spot on the couch, wanting you to get out of more of your clothes. You stick your hands out for his, giggling. "Dance with me, Toji," you request.

Toji's slick, slightly-red eyes stare at your dainty, manicured hands before he gives in and stands. Your heart lurches at the sheer size and height of him looming over you, though you don't feel intimated. If anything, it is all a major turn on. He takes his hand in yours and begins to sway with you to the music, the two of you in your own little world hazed with weed smoke and booze.

He then snakes one muscular arm around your waist and uses the other to turn you around so you're facing away from him. You breathe sharply through your nose as he presses himself against you...or are you pressing back into him? Either way, suddenly, your ass is brushing against the undeniable stiffness of his hard-on in his sweats.

"Dance for me," he whispers to you. He then takes a seat again and watches you as you begin to wind your hips to the music, flipping your hair and staring him down so seductively that his hard-on twitches in his sweats. He is but a fan in your audience as you glide along the stage.

You then place a hand by his shoulder to grasp the couch and hook a leg over his thigh. Then the other. And suddenly, with one yank from his hands snaking up your hips, you are straddling him. "This could be the single cover right here," he murmurs, eyes roaming up your body.

You shake your head, humming "mm-mm" is disagreement. His brows wrinkle. "Why not?" he questions, his hands still snaking along your hips and up your spine. "You'd make a million on a single if ya did, just sayin'. Maybe even with less clothes."

You remember when you were first starting out that a photographer in charge of snapping photos of you for your press tour tried to pressure you into posing topless. You refused. But now, sitting here with Toji, feeling his hot muscles under your fingertips and his even hotter cock throbbing underneath you, you think that maybe you were mistaken.

"Really?" you softly ask. The producer crookedly smiles at you, making himself look even more dangerously attractive. "Hell yeah. You have a beautiful body, Y/N. The talent is just a plus."

His hands trail up to grasp your breasts in your bralette, his palms pressing against your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "I can see these goin' viral on IG already," he dreamily sighs. "Goddamn, you're perfect."

In the back of your head, you are fully aware that your producer is groping you and this situation is very inappropriate...but you also don't care. Caring isn't even in the room with you right now. "You sure this would make me go viral?" you giggle, but you secretly mean it. Your back arches, pushing your chest farther into Toji's hold. "Wanna find out?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

And so, Toji gets his phone out, the bright light of his camera washing over you, while you slip off your top. As you do, your pussy gushes in your panties and your nipples grow harder, hardening to peaks once the barrier of your top is gone.

You sit there on top of him, your heart accelerating and your blood pressure reaching the ceiling. Toji gapes at you, his large hands gently brushing your skin. "Shit," he swears. "Look at you, baby. The hottest girl ever."

He snaps a photo of you with your tits out, the flash making your eyes flutter and tear. One of his hands reaches out to gently fondle one of your pretty titties, the light touch making you tingle. "Toji," you whimper.

"Yeah?" he asks. "What is it, baby doll? You like posin' for me?" He takes another photo, this one catching the way your bottom lip catches between your teeth. Finally sick of taking photos, Toji tosses his phone asides and latches his lips to your neck.

You gasp as his soft lips latch onto your tender skin and throat, his inked hands groping your breasts, rolling and fondling them in his big palms. "W-We shouldn't...oh," you moan. You instinctively tilt your head back to allow more of his touch. His kiss. His everything. "What if someone comes in?" you weakly ask.

Toji looks up at you, giving you a rather irritated expression at the mention of a stranger interrupting your moment. "Nobody's comin', baby. It's 1 AM, plus I've got the key." He continues to kiss your neck, each one like a trail of fire licking across your skin. "Just relax for me. You'll love this."

"Toji," you mutter. "We shouldn't..." But your reasoning dies as soon as his tongue juts out to lick your neck and earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot, clammy skin. You moan again, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and neck, feeling his muscles underneath his hoodie.

He pulls away and gazes longingly at your tits in his hands, squeezing them gently. "Look at these tits," he groans. "So perfect. You can be a star with this body, baby." One of his hands snake down to your ass, creeping underneath your jeans to grasp your cheeks. Your moan is louder this time, leading Toji to swallow it with his mouth.

His lips are soft and taste of fruit punch, his tongue wetly sliding against yours. His kiss is just as addictive and dangerous as he is. You share moans and gasps as you continue to heatedly make out in Toji's studio, your body drawn to his like a moth to a flame. With every second of his lips locked with yours, you grow more impatient and aroused. Every part of you screams 'I am horny'.

As if sensing this, Toji wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, standing up with you in his arms. He then lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, his handsome face swallowing up your sight of the ceiling. His hands, quick and skillful, reach for the fly on your jeans. You don't stop him when he starts to unzip them.

"I can make you a star, y'know," he continues as he peels off your pants. "You don't have to worry. With me, I can make you big." Your pants slide down your legs, revealing the pink G-string you're wearing underneath.

Toji smirks at this, pinching the thin waistband of the thong between his fingers and pulling it back to snap against your skin. Once your pants are off of you, he goes back to sucking on your nipples while one hand sneaks down to rub your pussy through your thong. You gasp at his touch, his thick fingers rubbing circles around the wet spot of your panties. "Oh, Toji!" you whine. "F-Fuck!"

"So pretty," he murmurs against your tits. He nuzzles them. Inhales your scent. Presses kisses to your chest as his hand continues to move in semi-circles against your soddened panties, feeling how puffy your pussy lips are sticking to your thong.

"So wet for me," he sighs. "Guess that little pill I slipped in your drink kicked in."

Suddenly, the world tilts on is axis and everything feels sharper now. You gaze down at him, confused and alarmed. "W-What?" you gasp.

He slipped you something? When? How? Why? Is that why you're feeling so weird?

Toji tilts his chin up to heavily kiss you, his stubble rubbing against your cheek. "Relax, doll. It's just an aphrodisiac." He smirks against your open mouth as you moan in his face, his fingers slipping between your slit. "Somethin' to get this body ready...somethin' make this little pussy wet for me."

He tears himself away from your tits, opting instead to be between your thighs. With his hands around your ankles, he yanks you down the couch so your legs are hanging off of the couch and he is kneeling between them. You watch helplessly as he drags your wet thong down your creamy, soft legs and places the tiny, soaked panties in his back pocket.

His eyes, laced with weed and lust, stare into yours, illuminating by the red glow of the lava lamp. "Just do what I want and I'll make you the brightest star in this fuckin' world," he softly growls. "Now open up for me."

You have no choice in the matter anymore once he is diving between your thighs and pressing them apart with his strong hands to get better access to you. Toji Munch Fushiguro should be his new government name because the man knows a thing or two about eating pussy.

"Toji!" you gasp, your hands grasping his black hair. "Oh, fuck! Oh, my God, yes!" You can't keep quiet as his tongue slithers inside of your wet hole, his pillowy-soft lips sucking on your puffy pussy lips drenched in your juices and his spit.

Speaking of spit, he likes to do that. He pauses a few times from tongue fucking you to spit copious amounts of saliva onto your pussy, letting it drip down your asscrack, and slurping it back up, making your throbbing clit hum and sing with pleasure.

You have never been eaten out in such a possessive, dominating, and eager way. His mouth is like Heaven and Hell mixed into one, each stroke of his tongue sending you further down the rabbit hole like little Alice. As he eats, you grip your titties, tweaking your nipples and fondling them in an effort to give yourself more stimulation.

"Oh, Toji, please," you whimper. "Please make me cum."

Your cute moans seem to awaken something in Toji because suddenly, he is roughly yanking you up and scooping you up into his arms. You gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. "You wanna cum, slutty girl?" he murmurs against your mouth. "Fine...I'll make ya cum."

You can only squeal when he kneels down with you hooks his hands under your ass to press your pussy against his face. You stay as still as a statue when he walks over to the nearest wall and presses you against it, still slurping your pussy like a starving man.

"Oh, fuck!" you moan, tossing your head back against the wall. You grasp his scalp, pushing him farther into your gushing cunt, your feet dangling off of his shoulders. "Fuck, Daddy, yes!" The name just slips out of you the tighter Toji holds you, the power in his fingertips making you gush and pour more honey into his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum!" you whine, your voice bouncing off of the studio walls. "Please, Daddy, make me cum!" Toji hums agreeably into your pussy, his licking growing more vigorous and eager, wanting you to cum all over his face.

And with a loud moan that could break glass, you finally come undone in his arms, your pussy quivering and shaking around his mouth. It could just be the cocaine paired with Toji's mouth, but it is an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking and your head fuzzy, not a single coherent thought in it.

When you finally come down from your orgasmic high, Toji carefully places you down on the couch and unwinds your jelly-like legs from his shoulders. He stares at you, his chin slick with your cum and his lips dripping in it. "That felt good, right?" he coos. He licks away your honey, keeping his eyes locked on you.

Slowly, you nod, still at a loss for words. His big hand shoots out to grip your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. "Say thank you," he growls. You roughly swallow, doing your best to please him despite your mental being so fucked up. "T-Thank you, Daddy," you stammer.

Toji smirks, pressing a chaste, wet kiss to your lips. "Mmm, good girl. You listen so well."

Yes, you are a good girl. And as a good girl, you know you need more. So when you see Toji's hard cock outlined by his sweats twitching and throbbing, you crawl to him. He watches in awe as you press your cheek against his dick print and begin nuzzling it, your eyes fluttered closed.

"Watchu want?" he chuckles. "You want this here?" He takes a handful of his cock, gnawing on his bottom lip. You slowly nod, oozing wetness from your pussy that throbs insistently despite your recent orgasm. "Then come and get it," he demands. "Take my cock out if you want it, doll."

He watches you slink forward, your back arched and pretty ass tooted in the air for him. You eagerly untie his sweats, delighted to find that he isn't wearing underwear, and pull them down to reveal the long, hard, thick, throbbing, veiny cock dangling between his muscular thighs sinewy with hair.

You ogle at his hard dick and his lickable happy trail as he strips his hoodie off, revealing his tattoos and broad chest littered in black chest hair. You salivate at all of him, but especially his cock. The desire to feel it stretch out your mouth and throat fills you with a buzz.

"Nice, right?" he chuckles, a cocky smile on his face. "Needs a little bump though." He takes the baggie of coke off the coffee table and you watch, entranced, as he sprinkles some white powder onto his shaft.

Now you cannot hide your hunger anymore. Greedily, you wrap a hand around the base and take a lick of his cock, licking up the coke in the process. Toji moans at the sight, tilting his head back as you slurp up his pre-cum bubbling from his tip, moaning as you do. The coke sinks into your tastebuds and gums, giving you a zing that hits in a way the first line didn't. You feel alive, like you can walk on the moon.

It gives you the urge to swallow every inch of Toji's cock, taking him deep into your wet mouth and sloppily sucking on him. White residue from the coke sticks to your nose and the corners of your spit-covered lips as you greedily suck, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down, up and down, your throat sliding around him.

"Ngh," he grunts, squeezing his eyes tight. "Fuck, that's fuckin' hot!" His face is flushed red, his Adam's Apple bobbing roughly as your throat flexes around him. "Go 'head, baby girl. Take me in that throat and suck me good."

Feening from the encouragement and praise, you wrap two hands around the base and suck what you can, sliding your sloppy, wet, tight throat around Toji's cock. As you do, a blinding light washes over you as Toji watches you from his phone, the camera shining on you.

"Thaaaat's my little star," he encourages, staring at you through the lense of his phone. "My good lil' cock slut. You take dick as good as you sing, baby girl."

His hand wraps around the back of your head and he pushes you deeper onto it, causing you to sightly gag as his bulbous tip brushes against the back of your throat. He begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and your throat, grunting as he does so. Your head feels fuzzy and dizzy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he uses your mouth like a toy.

A buzz, indeed. Especially the way the man attached to the delicious dick in your mouth talks to you. "Such a pretty little bitch I've got," Toji murmurs. "You love this shit, don't you, slut?" His words are degrading and nasty, but his voice is sugary sweet, sending shivers down your spine.

You try to speak around his cock, but he stops you by pushing deeper, filling your nostrils with the scent of him. He is pressed flush against you, his heavy balls pressed against your chin. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he grunts. "Just keep suckin'. I want the perfect angle of you."

He turns his phone horizontal so he records in landscape. Your eyes, glassy with tears, stare up into his phone. “And don't worry; nobody's seein' this but me." He gives you a smirk riddled in sin and red-hot lust as he continues to fuck your throat off its hinges.

You have no choice but to sit on your knees and take it, breathing through your nose and letting spit drip from your chin down your tits, much to Toji's satisfaction. You place your hands on his hips, indulging in his firm ass and thighs as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your tight-as-a-vice throat.

He then pulls away, dragging his cock out of your mouth and letting the saliva string stretch from his tip to your lips. “Open your mouth.” His tone is firm, serious. You do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out.

He leans towards you, tilting your face up by your hair, and spits a wad of saliva into your mouth. “Now put it back on my cock." You do just that, going back to sucking him dry as his spit drips from your mouth onto his shaft, drizzling down his balls. “Yeah, slurp it up, baby,” he groans. “Such a good fuckin’ girl!"

He watches you with an expression close to anguish as if he can't take the sight of you gagging on his dick. As he begins to throb and swell in your mouth, a guttural sound escapes him as if he is resisting. “No,” he growls. “If I’m gonna cum, I need to fuck you first.”

So he pulls out of your mouth and taps the wet tip against your lips, putting his phone away. “Do you want me to fill that pussy up, doll?” You feel your body tingle with excitement and need, the desire to be fucked, filled, and ruined taking over. “Yes,” you whisper.

A light flickers in Toji's eyes, exciting you further. “Then grab onto me.” You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him to scoop you up so your legs dangle from his waist. He sticks his tongue in your mouth, sloppily kissing you as he walks you over to the control panel.

He plops you down on the edge of the panel, accidentally switching the 'ON' button for recording. Neither of you notice, even as Toji's voice echos throughout the studio as he speaks. “Up ya go,” he chuckles. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

He slides his tip down to your pussy, gently prying your lips apart and swirling it around in your juices. You softly gasp as he nudges your clit, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. “Toji,” you whimper. “Fuck me please.”

Between the way your eyes grow slick with unshed tears, your cute little French tips dig into his shoulders, and your simpering begging, Toji is helpless to resist you. He sticks his mouth to yours as he slides himself home inside of you, causing you both to gasp at the new sensations.

Sex off cocaine, vodka, and aphrodisiac pills is something you have never experienced before. There is nothing quite like it.

Toji must feel it too because his entire body is tense as if he can't take the pleasure. "Fuck, you're tight, baby," he grunts. "And so wet." He begins to thrust, rough and unrelenting, each word punctuated by a stroke that makes you gasp and your thighs shake.

"Such. A good. Fuckin'. Girl for me," Toji groans, driving his cock into you again and again. Your mouth falls agape on each moan and gasp that rattles your bones and drags unnatural sounds from you, each stroke of his cock taking you to a world far beyond this one (plus the cocaine helps).

Toji grabs your chin, mushing your cheeks together. "Say it!" he demands. "Say you're my good fuckin' girl!" He thrusts a little harder, making your pussy throb and tighten around his merciful cock.

"I'm your good fuckin' girl!" you sob, gripping him for dear life. Your feet dangle from his waist, your body wrapped around him like a koala bear as he fucks you dumb. "Yeah?" he chuckles. "You love this? You love bein' my little slut?"

Your desperate moans answer for him. Your head lulls against his shoulder, each thrust exhausting you. It is too much. Too intense. The sheer ecstasy is almost agonizing. "Such a tease," he growls. "Always teasin' me with this fuckin' body. I've been wanting you for so long, baby."

He leans you back against the buttons on the control panel, giving him a good view of your body. He fondles one of your tits as he fucks you, his eyes lecherously sliding across every curve of your frame. "Toji," you whine. "Harder."

The producer chuckles, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Harder?" he parrots. "You've got it, babydoll. You know why?" He begins to drive his hips harder against you, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours permeating the air. "'Cause you're mine now," he moans. "You're my little pop girl and I'm gonna give you everything you want and more."

And with every thrust, he does. He sends you on a rocket trip than you don't want to get off. You see stars as he fucks you, knocking all common sense and reason out of your pretty brain. You begin to deliriously smile as you moan, your pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. You love being his little slut. His little dancer. His whatever he wants you to be.

"C'mere," he demands in his deep, sultry voice. You sit up for him, eagerly staring at him as he you wait for his next request. "Tilt your head up." You do so and he leans forward, open his pretty lips for you...and drooling a string of spit into your mouth. "Give it back to me," he sultrily orders.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you grip him to you as you sloppily kiss him, serving his saliva back to him as you kiss. You begin to suck on his big, fat tongue, moaning wantonly as his cock massages your pussy walls.

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when you start to get close. Your body crackles with fire, your core tightening like a balloon filled with too much air. "T-Toji," you whimper, your toes curling against his ass. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum again!"

Toji frantically nods, slowing his pistoning thrusts down to slow, deep strokes. "I can feel it," he hisses. But then he stops and slowly pulls away, moaning at the sight of his cock slick and shiny with your juices. You gape at him, confused and desperate.

Why the fuck did he stop?

But the heated look in his eyes stops you short. "Turn around and bend over." He doesn't look like he's up for any protests. Though your legs feel like jelly, you slide off of the control panel and whisk yourself around, bracing yourself against the panel for more.

And Toji gives you so much more when he taps his cock against your pussy and glides in again, causing you to gasp. He is so much deeper in this position, his balls gliding against your clit as he begins to give you shallow thrusts. Pressing his lips to your ear, he nibbles on the lobe, sending you careening deeper into bliss.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy until you cum all over me," he whispers. "And then you're gonna lick all of it off me when I'm done."

As you shudder, he grips your hips and begins to piston into you, pulling in and out, in and out, stroking your walls and stimulating your clit with his balls slapping against them every second. Your eyes roll back and your mouth lewdly hangs open as Toji fucks your pussy like it is his, drawing his throbbing cock into you with every intention of making you cum.

With every thrust, your ass bounces into his pelvis, creating a symphony of slapping sounds that mix with the music playing from Toji's playlist. You feel one of his big hands paw at one of your cheeks, roughly groping your behind. "Look at this fuckin' ass," he growls. "You drive me crazy, you little slut."

SPANK!

You moan at each harsh spank, his calloused hand causing your asscheeks to catch fire. "Nice little tattoo of my name would look good here," he chuckles, sliding his finger along the top of your ass. "Then you'd really be mine. Nobody could touch you but me."

His hand wraps around your throat, nice and tight, slightly restricting your airways and making you feel lightheaded. It makes his thrusts feel that more intense; that more good. Your mind is totally blank. You are thinking of nothing but the pleasure and the way your pussy feels being filled up and pounded senseless.

You are not a singer. You are not a dancer. You are not a star. All you are right now is Toji Fushiguro's slut and you are totally okay with that.

You can feel yourself tensing up as your core tightens, causing your moans to grow louder and your grip on the panel to get tighter. Toji's thrusts get faster and rougher, nearly causing you to fall into the panel and accidentally press buttons that you shouldn't.

His tongue licks at your earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot skin. "Just a little more, sugar," he groans into your ear. "Take a little more. C'mon, you've been doin' so well takin' this dick so far."

You whine in response, your pussy squelching and quivering with need. "Daddy, please!" you beg. "I'm gonna cum! I-I can't...can't..." Your body begins to give out on you, your limbs turning to mush. Toji wraps an arm around your waist and grips you to him, his other hand still tight around your neck as he draws himself into your cunt.

"You'd better cum for me now then," he demands, his voice rough and raspy. It makes you peak that much higher. "Cum for me, baby doll. Cum all around that fuckin' cock. Give it all to me."

And you do. With his voice in your ear and his tight, possessive grip on you, your moans and whines grow louder as that invisible string gets tighter and tighter...until it snaps. "Oh, sh-sh-shit!" you shudderingly whine, cumming all around Toji's cock.

This orgasm is just as intense as the first one. It leaves you shaking in Toji's arms, especially when he keeps thrusting into you so roughly. Your pussy has no choice but to continue cumming, all of your cream leaking out down Toji's shaft and your inner thighs. You start to feel the aftershocks like you're standing in the middle of an earthquake, your body shuddering and jerking through your orgasm.

This triggers Toji because he roughly bends you over so your ass is sticking out and proceeds to pummel your pussy as if you are a toy. A fleshlight. Nothing but something for his pleasure.

You grip the control panel for dear life, gasping as he draws himself into you, pounding into your hole over and over again. Your eyes weakly tilt up to look in the booth glass, watching Toji's jaw tighten and his muscles tense, each vein in his neck popping with restraint and concentration.

Finally, he stills, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You feel his cock swell inside of you, warning you of his orgasm. Quickly, he pulls out and begins to furiously stroke his cock, his grunts and wet sounds the only things loud enough for you to hear through the blood pounding in your head.

"Fuck!" he bellows as a stream of cum escapes his cock and slaps across your ass. Strings of swears and moans drip from his lips as he sprays your ass with spunk, the warm, wet droplets making you gasp as they hit your skin.

With a sigh, Toji slightly stumbles away, whistling to himself. "Hold up," he tells you. You do so, making no effort to move. Your limbs are too tired and you feel the high from the coke and the pill he slipped you start to wear off. You just feel tired and used. You need a hot shower.

Click!

You blink at the flash of light from Toji's phone as he snaps a pic of you bent over naked with his cum coating your ass. "Such a dirty little girl," he sighs, giving your ass a feeble grab. "You'll look so good on my lock screen."

You say nothing in response. You know that tomorrow you won't even remember this night.

Toji sighs, taking a seat in his chair and scooping you up to sit in his lap. Your sweaty bodies press against one another, sharing in your lost highs and exhaustion. He suddenly laughs, his chest rumbling under your ear. "Oh, look, doll," he chuckles.

You weakly turn your head to where he points, blinking tiredly at the red light on the recording button. 'ON', it says to you. Toji smirks down at you, his hand possessively gripping your ass as he snuggles you in his lap. "We got a hit on our hands."

THE END.

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616ioi · 2 days ago

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❛ #GLINT! MOB PSYCHO 100.

────────── cry for me .ᐟ.ᐟ

⤿ pairings. reigen arataka x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, this used to be another character but i changed it to this lovely chimpanzee. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. IM GONNA DESTROY HIS HAIRY MANLY GLORY BOX GET HIM AWAY FROM ME

Contrary to that laid-back, always prepared and witty demeanor, reigen can't let go. He holds his head up high, all while disregarding his own emotions. But you're so patient and so understanding with him.

It's surprising that you're still around, not that he's complaining. Sometimes, he wishes you'd hurt him so he can feel worthy of the love you give. The worst he can get as punishment out of you is silence.

But those rare times when he's on his best (read: better than usual) behavior, he gets to ask for anything.

He looked up at you through his lashes, a brow raised as if he was daring you to do something. His chest moved up and down harder as he squirmed around in his sweats, the bulge an obvious sign of what he wants.

He knows you want him to say it. He nearly scrunches his hair up in humiliation.

No way.

Your fingers tease him by running down his body, feathering over his v-line and tracing the imprint in his pants.

"H-hey." He glares weakly at your hands, his hips bucking up in the air as if it will it to move. "If-if you don't stop.. I'll leave..."

As if. Reigen thinks that if you stop, he'll go crazy.

You smile, cooing upon seeing his blown opened pupils, you could barely even see the beautiful brown color of them. His eyes widen when you palm him through his sweats, his body going red from the impact. "Look at the state of you.. you don't want me to stop-"

You push his shirt past his chest and he quickly gets the hint to hold it up for you, wrinkling the hem so tightly within his hold.

His pathetic attempt to shut down this allegation quickly died down when his eyes meet yours. The look you're giving him makes him shudder with pleasure.

Like you adore him.

You look so pretty kneeling in between his knees, his pants sporting a bigger pool of his precum as he twitches in them.

"-Right?" You mumbled with a tilt of your head.

He lets go of his shirt and runs his shaky hands down his stomach, no longer being able to stand this teasing. A groan is ripped out of his throat as you lightly grip onto his wrist and pull them away, pining them down on either side of his body.

You release his wrist and give him a pointed stare. "Keep still, rei'."

He could really only focus on your eyes. those pretty, gentle eyes of yours - looking at him like he's a god, someone to respect. He practically melts when your warm hand runs up his inner thigh to his hips, purposely avoiding his bulge.

You pull the band of his sweatpants back before watching them snap back in place. He jolts, timidly bucking into his pants and, in his way, your shirt, adding onto his desperation.

You lean down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down his plushy stomach. His leg tenses and twitches, hands trembling so much he has to ball them up so you don't notice (a little too late, honestly), "I promise I'll make you feel so good."

Oh god, how he wants wants to be good. Just for tonight, only for you, just you.

So, he puts down his pride for just a couple of worthless seconds and swallows nervously.

"Touch me," He whispers, blood rushing down his nape. "...please."

"What's that?" You hum. Reigen grits his teeth, you know exactly what he's talking about. You're not dumb and surely, as far as he's aware, not deaf.

But he doesn't want to loose this.

A shiver runs down his spine, "touch me all over."

A trembling hand of his reaches down to lightly graze his boner, jumping at the contact. "Here [name], please."

He ignores the grin on your face and opts to place his hand back in place beside of him, taking ahold of the thin sheet underneath him.

He won.

He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this - his body stiffening and shaking like a leaf by your touch as you forced him to at least try to stay still.

You were denying him his right to come!

"Look at me," you grip his jaw in your hand. He's almost tempted to gasp in shock, "Don't take your eyes off of me."

You remove your hand and return it back to his chest, which is heaving rapidly, up and down, his breathing out of his control. While he isn't loud, his body says all he can't say. Filthy things he would never vocalize.

"Don't you like me, reigen?" he gives a weak nod, his tongue peaking out to lick and nip at his lips. You're sure he mumbled something along the lines 'love you s'much', but his rambling became incoherent at this point. "So look at me.."

His eye lids flutter shut without meaning to. His body fails to listen to his commands.

"Look at me, or i'll stop." You nearly prove your threat when he takes a second too long to respond. Your hold on him slowly loosening, until reigen quickly recovered to meet your eye.

"I'm looking!" he grunts out in a whiny tone, drawn out and breathy moans escaping him. "M'looking, okay?!"

"[Name]-" he tried calling out, except it came out as a broken and barely audible whimper. He tried again but got the same result as the last. His head was lolling to the side, fingers gripping the sheets with all his might.

You let this slide for the moment.

"[Na-], [name]!" he panted out, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as his eyelids close shut. White blinded his vision, it's as if he's going blind!

He hears a laugh from you. You're so close yet you sound so far away, muffled. You click your tongue softly, "aw, you can't even say my name properly!"

His body convulses with pleasure, and it worries you a bit when you spot his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheet. His veins were practically popping out!

"Want me to slow down?" You muttered softly, tracing your name on his skin as if marking him. The thought only spurred him on.

"Uh-huh.." he fights back weakly, his hips twitching, faster and deeper into your warm hand contradict his argument.

You smile at his cute antics and take his hand within your grasp. It's warm and clammy and you don't care when he starts gripping on it like its his lifeline.

"My pretty boy," Reigen mewls, his orange bangs, are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. He couldn't hold back his whine when you flick your wrist, thumbing his leaking slit.

He wants to cum.

He sniffles, nose red, his pretty eyes staring into yours with a shy look. He's gonna cry...

Cry, cry, cry.

You prayed, squeezing your thighs together as his eyes water.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Reigen begged with himself, unfortuantly, once he starts crying, he won't be able to stop.

His lips threaten to tremble.

"It's okay," reigen lets out a heavy breath of air. It almost sounds like a sob. "Let it out."

He thinks you're talking about his need to come. but when he takes notice of the small crazed glint in your eye, his own practically ends up having heart shapes in his.

He loves it.

Before he realized, tears had leaked out from his eyes and his flushed face. A sob tumbling past his red and swollen lips as you reach down to touch yourself over your clothes at the sight. He's crying!

"So pretty," you slur out, quickening your pace around him. "Love seeing you like this."

Reigen's shoulders quiver as he curls into himself, a series of 'ah, ahn, nngh's following. His hips loosing their fast paced rythmn and weakly bucking up as he decides to let you do the rest of the work.

He twists and turns, chest heaving and stuttering as silent cries leave him. He's having trouble breathing -

He's gonna die.

He really is gonna die.

Oh my god!

Just as he was on the verge of orgasm you pull away, hand going back on him only to give him a light pat on the head as if he was your dog.

Huh?

This causes his breath to quicken, frustration and desperation being thrown in the mix of his frustrated sobs.

His heart drops when you stand up to get ready for his aftercare. you still look down at his shaking figure with adoration, but the difference now is that he's staring up at your looming figure as if you were the god now.

His only religion.

"You should've kept your eyes on me."

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ebwritesstuff · 10 hours ago

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Regulating Emotions (Villain POV – Part 1)

Villain's POV: "I knew they would come for you." Hero's POV: "I didn't think anyone was coming for me."

Part 2: Regulating Emotions (Hero POV – Part 2) COMING SOON

I suppose I'm a bit of a contrarian, but I feel like this concept fits the prompt well enough :) thanks to @whumperly for the prompt. There really aren't any TWs for this one, as it's mostly just dialogue and character building.

"Her" POV

I never used to struggle to regulate my emotions, but I suppose aging gives rise to a smaller threshold for patience in the face of stupidity than one might possess in youth. A sharp rapping knock at my door cuts through the irritation.

Unclench your jaw. Straighten your posture. Don't let your composure slip.

"Come in," I say, my tone even and unbothered.

A tall, lanky orderly scrambles in. He barely catches himself on the door handle before sprawling onto the ornate rug furnishing the hardwood floors of my office. He quickly rights himself, dusts off his jacket, and then stands at attention. What else should I expect from a boy of his age? He appears to be no more than 15 years old.

"As you were." I return to my laptop as I say the words, needing to finalize the proposal I've drafted for the head of defense at the next base over. Fingers clack swiftly atop a sleek keyboard as the boy speaks.

"Sir, we've run into a slight problem with the prisoner in room 8." Silence blossoms as my typing halts.

Deep breaths. Remember, this was to be expected.

"What sort of problem are we dealing with?" I say through gritted teeth. The orderly must've sensed my frustration, as his eyes widened and his Adam's apple bobbed almost comically before he replied.

"Well, he's uh–" the boy searches his mind for the right words. "He's refusing to eat, sir."

This is what they're wasting my time with? How incompetent could these men actually be?

"What's your name, kid?" I ask, making direct eye contact him as I do. He has to lean in to hear my words.

"My name, sir? It's Gus, sir. It's actually Augustine, sir, but 'Gus' for short, sir."

He's shaking and forgot his last name.

"Well, Gus, let me ask you something." I wait until he curtly nods, eyes wide and full of trepidation. "What have you done to encourage our guest to eat?"

Gus swallows. "I think they've been using the whip and maybe the cow prod, but I'm not completely sure," he trails off, presumably catching sight of the fire building behind my eyes. "I just got here 5 minutes ago and the first thing Chandler had me do was come here to tell you what's happening, sir."

I pause, leveraging his discomfort, then continue.

"It seems you haven't the slightest idea what's happening." I say cooly. He tenses. "Am I wrong?"

He blinks, eyes flitting around the room, trying to decide how to react to my blatant irritation with the situation. Then, out of nowhere, something seems to click in his head. He stares me down as he responds.

"No sir, you're not wrong. I've come to you ill-prepared and should've been more inquisitive before addressing you, sir. I shouldn't have made an excuse for my folly, sir. I'm ready and willing to accept whatever consequence you see fit, sir."

Now that was not the response I was expecting, but it sure was good. Perhaps he could be of use, after all.

"Let's go see what happening in room 8." I close my laptop and stand up from my chair. "Take me there."

"Yes, sir." He barks, relief obvious in his countenance. He turns and leads us to the holding wing.

I follow Gus out of the room, allowing myself to revel in the mounting excitement I feel at the thought of taking out some frustration on Chandler before Tristan's friends get here. After all, they would never abandon their second in command.

"I knew you would come for me." vs. "I didn't think anyone was coming."

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pomefioredove · 3 days ago

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hi may i please have a sugar cookie with sprinkles #15

order #15, sugar with sprinkles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ linger

summary: no one is allowed to push around rook's pet... except for himself, of course tropes: hurt/comfort characters: rook additional info: romantic or platonic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, long, perhaps a bit indulgent, injury/blood, rook is rook, if you're reading the title and thinking "like the cranberries song" yeah like the cranberries song, fluffy

Free meal.

Those words, and the haughty, hungry mouths they came from, followed you all the way from class, through the corridor, down the hall, around the corner, and, now, here.

You weren't sure what exactly you were thinking; maybe you didn't want to cause a scene. Maybe you didn't want to draw any more attention to yourself than you do already. Maybe you thought you could handle it on your own- a foolish thought, but in the safety and sunlight of Trein's classroom, it seemed, to you, tactless to hide behind your teacher and have him tell off your bullies for you.

And now you're here. Backed against a wall, between the stone of the school and the hard place of your pride. And you'd give anything to hear the stern voice of a staff member, or your name from a friend's mouth.

But, it's only those two words, those taunts- "Free meal- come back, free meal!"- that you dare not wonder the meaning of. Accompanied by cackles, a biting sound that buries itself beneath your skin, and cracks your bones.

"Whaddya gonna do, cast a spell?" the first says, flicking your forehead as if you were a nasty, annoying fly. "Oh, right."

The other- shorter, but more menacing, with slumped shoulders and bags under his eyes- tsks.

"Y'know, I worked my ass off to get in here," he says, brushing off the purple-and-silver band on his arm- Octavinelle. "Since I was four. Took all these supplements to manifest my magic early, stayed up for days studying, worked nights at a time just to afford the uniform. I made deals. And you wouldn't know a thing about that, huh? You can just waltz in, all cute- and innocent-"

He hisses, his hand slamming on the wall by your head. His friend doesn't let up, either, the both of them crushing your hope of escape with their cold, clammy bodies.

"-And despite nearly burning down the damn building, and despite destroying everything you touch, and- oh, yeah! Being magicless, you can bat your eyes at the Headmage and he'll give you whatever you want. Free tuition? Sure. Uniforms, books, your own dorm, even though you never belonged here in the first place? Why not! But some of us- worked for this. And we're not going to get outdone and risk losing a place for some poor unfortunate soul in oversized shoes,"

"Can we rough 'em up now?" the first one giggles, a sharp, oafish grin spreading over his lips.

"Azul said not to," he mutters. "But- hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?"

You don't even have the strength to shield your face, and so you only shudder, feeling the air around you become tight with tension and unbearable with the looming threat of first blood, and then-

wwwhhhhISH.

"AaaaayyyyyyEEEEEEEEE!!!"

You can suddenly feel your feet on the floor again, and you finally breathe, and your knees buckle, and you crumble. And you're not alone- there's a puddle of blood pooling beside you, but it's not yours.

"Ah, zut alors! It seems as if I have forgotten to tighten my bowstring this morning, and my aim has been most unfortunately affected!"

"YOU SHOT ME!"

You wouldn't have heard the softened sound of Rook Hunt's footsteps if you weren't already on the floor. He walks with the elegance of a housecat, and the stealth of a much hungrier predator.

He hums, too, something merry and unbothered, his hands behind his back.

"Oui, I see that," he says, inspecting the arrowhead lodged in the first boy's hand. The one he was about to hit you with.

You look between them from below, eyes wide. There's no way that could've been an accident- the arrow is perfectly slot in the back of his hand, not deep enough to pierce all the way through, but enough to draw blood. Only an archer like Rook could chance such a dangerous and delicate blow.

"DO SOMETHING!" the bigger boy yells.

Rook tuts. "Moi? I'm afraid I've left my first-aid in my room today. I would hurry to the infirmary before you lose more blood and begin to feel faint,"

He doesn't need to be asked twice. He bounds down the hall, and the second boy- the surlier, shorter one- snarls at you before he follows.

Before you, too, can flee the scene of the crime, you're lifted to your feet and carried away by thick arms.

"Mon Trickster~ getting up to trouble again?" Rook giggles, dragging you out of the hall.

"I didn't- but I-"

He laughs merrily, the sound light and mirth, like the tinkling of bells. "Non, you misunderstand! I know you, chouchou, you would never invite such trouble. It simply... has a way of finding you,"

"Mhm," you mumble, smothered between his arms as he coos and carries you around like a beloved pet.

"Back to your humble abode," he hums. "Are you injured?"

"No...t physically,"

"Très bien, then I will lovingly tend to your emotional wounds once we're home!"

You grimace. "You don't have to do that,"

"Ah, but if I don't, who will?"

He has a point there, you suppose. And so you let him ramble on about his bowstring and his beauty routine and the play he's seeing this weekend, until you're comfortably inside Ramshackle and he's sat you on his lap.

"I had never seen a beetle with such a luminous color! Oui, and I said to the professor, I must have that insect!"

"And what'd he say?" you ask, still somewhat forcefully muffled with your face pressed into his chest. Something you're used to, at least.

Rook sighs, wistfully. "It scurried away before I had to chance to capture it- perhaps for the better, hm? Its beauty would no doubt have inspired me to pin it in a pretty case..."

You feel a little sympathy for the beetle. You, too, have been pinned in a pretty glass box by Rook for your beauty.

In a way.

"How do you feel?" he asks, lessening his tight hold on your body as if he had been reading your bitter thoughts.

"...Better,"

"Tsk, tsk, trickster, you know I hate when you lie,"

You hesitate, and, while finding the words to respond to that with, you feel his hand on your head, patting your hair.

Which is pleasant in its own way, you suppose.

"...Those guys, just... said some stuff,"

"Such as?"

You hesitate again. "I mean... I... they just... I didn't really work to get here, did I? It was all chance. I don't deserve to be here..."

Rook falls silent, for once, and he cradles his chin in his palm, a contemplative, almost pitying expression on his face. Strange.

"...But, no one could do what you do, could they?"

You blink, a bit taken aback.

"I can't really do much of anything, Rook. No magic, remember?"

"Ah, but that's what they would think, isn't it?" he asks, sitting you up a little straighter in his lap so he can look at you properly.

"The common student- as magnifique as his magical talent is- thinks that that's all it takes to "make it", oui? A few powerful spells, a talent for potion-making, a natural aptitude for magic, perhaps an academic background, as well. But you... mon trickster, you shine brighter than all of them. Tell me, who could tame a direbeast like Grim? Who could see to the Headmage's demands, day in and day out? Who could have worked as hard to catch up to their classmates in a world where they are all sixteen years ahead? You are as diligent as a mage, as clever as a mage, as deserving to be here as any student- and yet, you have more- you possess what so many Night Raven College students lack- you are kind, mon trickster. Could the cold, ruthless, determined or conniving, well-meaning as they may be, have the patience or love to care for Grim, with no reward?"

You're silent, limp in his arms as if you had fallen asleep there. Rook smiles at your dumbfounded expression and cradles your face between his hands.

"Could they have?"

He's looking for an answer. You look away.

"...It wasn't all that hard,"

"Ah, to you," he corrects. "Any student, even the most powerful housewarden, would struggle to earn the trust of a wild beast."

"But that's not- I mean- that doesn't matter, here-"

"But it does!"

He pulls your face a little closer to his, piercing green eyes, softened only by brown liner and the benevolent, loving look in them, finding yours.

"If I... may be so bold," he mutters. "...I do not think you belong here, chouchou. Truthfully, you are far too good for this place. You should be somewhere more suited to your personality... I have pictured you in the pristine uniform of Royal Sword Academy, perhaps once or twice... but... I am, selfishly, grateful that you stay. That you are here."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft and fleeting but imbued with all the love in the worlds, both his and yours.

"...I fear the others do not understand how special you are, and how easily one could lose a precious thing like you... though you are bound to leave, like the setting moon, let it be another time. Let the beautiful night linger, for just a little longer,"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt x reader #queued

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multikara24 · 1 day ago

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Don't Think Twice

a/n: This is my first time writing for John Walker.. I remember back when TFATWS came out I hated this man and after seeing Tunderbolts* twice and reading some amazing work by others on here, I am writing him myself. I don't know how accurate my writing will be to his character but please enjoy.

Warnings: 18+, Slight Spoilers to Thunderbolts*, Established Relationship, Slight Domestic John, Slight Mention of Alexi and The Team, Alcohol Mentions and Consumption, Talk And Descriptions Of Creepy Male Friend, Nonconsensual Ass Touching, Sprinkled in John Hate, Mentions of John's Past, Avoided Argument, Angst If You Squint, PLOT, Smut, Unprotected, Oral (F and M Receiving), Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Slight Fingering, Slight Handjob, John Walker's (canonical) Praise Kink, Smut with Feelings, Implied PiV, I PROBABLY MISSED SOME..

Pairing: John Walker (US Agent) x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

“You know, he’s only inviting you because he doesn’t know you’re inviting me.” John had always been weary of this friend of yours, you simply thought the US Agent was jealous. You knew he was a ticking time bomb half the time especially since joining the Thunderbolts which came before you figured out he was the man you wanted. When the realization dawned on you it was incredibly stupid. John was spouting off about his weapons and military service while Ghost and Yelena nodded and pretended to listen. Out of the blue you called the man a fucking idiot. “You’re a fucking idiot, John.” It was also the first time you used his first name in any context. He had to process the fact you called him an idiot over something he knew like the back of his hand and then immediately after the fact you used his name. He could tell that there was a tinge of something in your voice that made the comment less of a crude comment than he originally thought.

“You are paranoid.” You spoke softly and chuckled as you looked over at John who was lacing up his shoes. The outing was a simple bar night with your friends and Eli. It wasn’t something that went over your head when Eli’s gaze lingered a bit too long, or when he stood closer to you for a split second longer than he should have. The thought sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, nonetheless he was a nice friend and scared shitless of John. Partly due to John’s reputation but most people other than Alexi and soon the team were unaware of the relationship you held with the Dime Store Captain America. How Alexi found out you and John would rather forget then remember. A brief summary was an unlocked door, compromising positions, and Alexi misunderstanding boundaries for a moment.

“Alright.” John simply shrugged off your comment about him being paranoid. He didn’t want to be seen as overly protective even though that was exactly what he was. He didn’t even try to hide it sometimes but he still tried to deny the claims. His pride and ego would not let him say a single word on the topic. However, it was not just you who noticed Eli’s closeness. The man you told multiple times that the two of you were just friends and Eli just “accepted it”. John ticked his head to the side, a mannerism he picked up as a way to keep his anger at bay. Due to his time in the trenches this mannerism also quickly meant John was getting ready for a fight. John quickly stood as soon as his shoes were tied. Luckily, he was out of his typical attire: the spandex, armour, and tactical pants. The team practically lived in their uniforms and John took a bit more pride in his, even though he felt unworthy which he had opened up to you about after a long time of arguing.

“What does it take to get a super soldier drunk?” You ask as you notice the 6 '1 super soldier approach you from behind. Your eyes keep trained to the mirror as you're still picking out what shirt to wear. The difference between a shortsleeve with a V neck or a shortsleeve that almost looked like one of John’s that accidently shrunk in the wash. One was black and the other was a dark grey both nondescript due to the controversies behind being a superhuman, a hero, which still did not sit right in your brain.

“I can’t.” John spoke quietly as he stole a glance over your bare back before looking back in the mirror and over your shoulder. He mumbled his preference into your ear and you had to lightly shove him off you. You knew that rumbling voice of his would get you both into trouble again. John took the hint and stepped back with a shy smile that barely creased his lips. You knew he was dreading this meet up with other people, especially with how most people still looked at him. Much less your friends, much less Eli. John audibly rolled his eyes at the memory of having somewhere to be just as you finished pulling your shirt over your head.

“You’re sure we can’t just stay here?”

“And wait for Bucky to assign us another mission? I would rather go to the club and drink.” John looked at your eyes through the mirror and understood that there was no room for compromise, after all he did invite himself to this outing. John let out an audible groan which gained a glare from you and he immediately shut up.

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When the two of you arrived at the bar you were immediately greeted by your group of friends. Eli was one of them and John tried to keep close to you despite seeing the questionable glances. He couldn’t blame your friends for being weary. You were quickly situated with John at the counter and even quicker you were turning your attention to your friends. He knew he invited himself along but the ignorance stung a bit.

John kept his eyes on you from across the bar, he was sipping on your drink that you gave to him because you “didn’t want to get too drunk” and John would have appreciated the sentiment more had Eli not been as close as he was to you. John was like a militant ready to shoot if anything went wrong. His mind was more occupied with Eli and you than it was with the fact he was currently sitting alone, he wasn’t sociable enough for your friends, or rather they still saw him as a killer. The only reason he had heard from you, that your friends even liked the Thunderbolts was because you were in the group.

John was about to take another sip of the smooth drink, still impressed that you knew how to keep your liquor, before he reacted. It was three strides and he stuffed himself in the middle of you and your friend Eli. He must have seen something before you did but the feeling wasn’t too far from as soon as John spoke. Eli’s hand had gone to your ass for some reason and immediately you jolted away as if you had been stung by a lit cigarette.

“She’s spoken for.” Was the brutally cold knife that cut through the silent air.

“By you, The Drug Store Captain America?” The tone of voice that left Eli’s mouth was more than accusatory. It was disbelief and pity, god John hated pity. John’s head ticked to the side once again before he had to remind himself not to cause a scene here. The anger bubbling under his skin was making his reminder a difficult thing to follow. He wasn’t going to lose you too.

“Yes and I suggest you don’t fucking touch her.” John was now in the man’s face. The anger he felt thinly veiled under his skin. John’s words came out more as a promised threat than a warning as he had intended. Though Eli’s drunken next words were what broke the camel's back for John.

“Or what? You’ll kill me? I don’t think she would like that very much.” You quickly reached for John’s chest both knowing that the comment was underserved and that he would be ready to fight. You simply tried to keep the super soldier away from Eli and John let you. He could have used his strength to walk into your hand and move you with him but he let you ground him. The reaction he was about to make was quickly silenced by your next words.

“John? Drop it. Enough damage has been done.” You looked up at him and noticed the look in his eyes. Your wording could have been better but you were also still in shock that Eli would try something like that. As soon as you realized John was distracted for a moment you took his hand and led him out of the bar. When the two of you were outside he went cold and took his hand back. Enough damage has been done, yeah..

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“Enough damage?” John’s voice sounds of disbelief when the two of you entered the tower alone or at least from what the two of you gathered. That’s why he had been so cold when you tried to apologize on the way back for not heeding his earlier warning about Eli for telling him enough damage though you were quick to correct yourself. You blanked on how John would have reacted when all he was doing was trying to protect you. He wasn't a good guy but he was trying.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You quickly interjected. You looked around the living space of the tower before looking back at John with a genuine look on your face which John noticed but he was already in his head.

“No? Then how did you mean it?” John steps up to her as if he was only half man and the other side was pure testosterone and super soldier serum. With a man like Steve Rogers the serum was accentuated with the personality traits of what made him Captain America and with a man like Walker his anger tended to be accentuated as well as his ability to be his own critic. There was never going to be another Captain America and the Government should have waited for Sam to take the shield because each time you argued with Walker he was a volcano festering yet ready to explode.

“I meant him. He ruined our friendship, John. That was the last straw.” You tried to remain civil and not raise your voice knowing an argument would fester. Now, John felt like a fool. He let his anger get a hold of him and snapped at the one person who he could trust. His ego wounded and his pride in the gutter. He was starting something out of nothing and he quickly took a step back, silently apologising. John nodded gently and looked over at you. He went from a steaming bull to a puppy who had just been scolded. You rolled your eyes teasingly and softly smiled over at him. Your smile was always contagious but it had not worked this time. John caught himself up in self-sabotaging and the desire to be more than he was.

“You did good.” You spoke gently before stepping forward to John. You noticed him puffing his chest out slightly as if he was preening at the compliment. He did pretty well.You chuckled before leaning over and whispering in his ear;

The only person allowed to touch me like that is you and a soft noise became trapped in John’s throat partly due to surprise at the comment you made.

“Damn right, I am.” The husk John’s tone took on was a welcome sound. Part of him wanted to remind you who exactly you belonged to while the other part was still fuming at the encounter at the bar. He had tried to warn you but he also did not want to come off as controlling. You pressed your lips against his Adam's Apple and another sound found itself lost within his throat. Neither of you were entirely sure how the progression happened but the both of you were standing in the kitchen John’s lips were on yours kissing like a man starved. He only pulled back to pull your shirt over your head and help you with his shirt. His hand quickly found your exposed thigh as he pressed you further against the hanging cabinet. He slotted himself between your legs yet he didn’t fully press against you. He looked up from where the skin of his hand was against yours and the space between the both of you.

“It’s okay.” You said as soon as you saw the look in his eyes. The haste need was momentarily tossed aside by reverence and the question of consent before he even opened his mouth. When he heard your words he removed the hand on your thigh and dropped to his knees. You were expecting him to tease you, to be needy and take, instead he threw you a curveball. Warforged fingers quickly slide down your panties, his eyes remaining on yours. His blue irises softened as he worked your panties off your ankles. His touch was possessive, enticing a fire to your skin. He took one last glance between the both of you and your face. The needy and anticipating look on your face forced a reaction from the hardness tenting in his jeans.

“Good boy.” Another small noise became trapped in his throat when you murmured the two words and scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Both of his hands went to the curves of your waist keeping you trapped against him with his inhuman strength, without another word he began. One of his hands kept your skirt hiked up as he licked a stripe against your cunt. When you moaned his name he let his tongue have a mind of its own. Within a matter of moments your hand was in his blonde hair and your legs tense over his shoulders. He was eating you out like a man starved, as if one moment all of this could go away and he would wake up alone. The need to please was higher than the twitch of his tented cock he groaned into your cunt. The taste, the sounds you made, the way his body reacted to how he was making you feel, the praise falling from your lips.

“Christ..” He took a moment to breathe. The breath of his words hot against your center before he continued. He got off on the cry of his name on your lips, he chuckled gently at just how sweet the sound was. The muscles in his shoulders taut as he tries to keep you from writhing too much. The both of you had to admit this was hot, even the cocksure part of John was incredibly proud to be on his knees.

“J-John!!” He simply hummed into your cunt as he knew what you were trying to express. You were close and he could tell as his teeth gently grazed over your clit. He brought his fingers into play as his tongue focused on your clit. Pumping his middle finger in and out, curling to meet your g-spot, a second finger irresistibly found your center and as soon as he felt you cumming on his fingers he pulled them away and lapped up what he could. He rode you through your orgasm before feeling you pull back on his hair.

“Can’t help it, you taste amazing.” He spoke with a cocky yet affectionate smirk. He pulled back and slowly got to his feet trying to look for your shirts in hopes that the rest of the team wouldn’t find them before you two did. Although, when you slid off the counter and went to your knees John’s search was quickly forgotten.

“It looks painful.” That was a sight.. You on your knees for him, thighs still clenched together. His mind buffered for a moment. Sure, there were times you had him finish in your mouth but the sight. Who in their right mind would refuse you. In a way he couldn’t blame Eli for wanting a shot with you but John was over the moon that at the end of the you choose him. It spoke more than the praise you gave him sometimes. He shook his head in hopes to find a response other than gripping the counter. If he pulled the counter would come loose with ease. Painful was an underestimate.

“He’s always like this when it comes to you.” John’s ability to protest the move to the bedroom or out of the openness of the kitchen was quickly thrown out of the window as soon as your hands worked to free him from his confines. He simply watched as you took care of him, his hips jolting forward at the soft and simple jerk. You knew his ticking points and just how long until you could leave him a goddamn mess. He wasn’t often an advocate for oral from you since he thought he was unworthy but the way you had your thumb brushing over his tip smearing his precum. His bicep flexed as he white-knuckled the counter. He tried to let you take your time, tease him, but his restraint was a ticking time bomb that sped up with every furthering touch.

“You’re so handsome, John.” He had half a mind to grab your jaw and open it, tell you to open wide and take him already. He was playing the fools game and treating you despite what he wanted. When you licked his tip slowly and teasing all that left his mouth was a guttural groan. His mouth remained open and his eyes screwed shut as short, quick bursts of air left his lungs. That egged you on just enough. Your first attempt to take him all the way down was met with a gag and an immediate deep groan from John. When coming up bob your head to set a rhythm before going again and again until you finally take him deep enough. When you do manage to take all of him his hand is immediately in your hair.

“Stop teasing.” You bobbed your way up his length and took his words as a challenge.

“Or what?” Your voice was already taking on a hoarse tone. John took on the challenge and chuckled looking down at you with lust blown and darkened irises. “I won’t be able to play Mr. Nice Guy much longer.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes amusedly. You knew he was lost to lust but his words were somewhat funny yet you also knew better than to get him to that point or his super soldier stamina would be the reason you saw stars until the early morning. You finally gave in and worked him with your mouth. What you didn’t fit was worked in your hand.

It only took a matter of seconds before John’s hand was in your hair again but this time he was guiding you and his hips were moving in tandem. This was what you wanted, him taking matters into his own hands while using your mouth. Not just had you said that when you pulled back again your actions more than proved it. He was not going to say no but God was his guilt going to eat him alive. When he pulled back again you praised him knowing the falsities behind his cocky attitude. You could hear it in each praise he tried to give you. His voice was filled with groans and swears, stumbles of breath and the occasional reminder that this is what you wanted.

“FUCK!” Was groaned loudly alongside your name with one final push deep into your throat as he came undone. He rode himself through his orgasm and as soon as he pulled back he took a moment to come down and help you up. The kiss, initiated by you, was what sealed the fate of tonight. You pulled back first but Walker’s hands were on your waist.

“We should clean up..” Both of you could be saved the embarrassment of being asked about the cleanness of the counter. Walker made a mental note to take care of the messes as he was finished with you. He had you walking backwards with his lips on yours, the counter on which he had you finish and wiping off the floor if needed was lost to his mind.

Fucking Super Soldiers..

#x reader #fanfic #marvel #john walker fanfic #john walker marvel #john walker #john walker x reader #john walker mcu #us agent #new avengers #john walker smut #thunderbolts #thunderbolts x reader #john walker x you #smut #John walker's praise kink #I don't know what else to tag #x female reader #john walker x fem!reader

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imaginariumwanderer · 2 days ago

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So I know you aren't active on here as you usually are, but your predictions about eternal sugar update are mostly right. Hollyberry shield breaking, one of the beasts followers not being major fans of them, pre corrupt flashbacks, and even beasts interacting (Not in the story tho...yet)

Cheesecakemermaid I am thriving. I enjoyed how the writers approached pavlova's character with him only let slip his desire for freedom when esugar is not around. With every beast-yeast update, minus ep7-8, we have one released epic cookie being the beast's follower while the other helps the ancients. I wonder if pavlova will help the holly gang out, it might be interesting if it turn out both sugarfly and pavlova ended up playing the ancient helper role.

The moment I saw the beast's battle dialogues I freaked out n immediately switched teams to read them lol. Devsis must've read my mind. This is also the first time since shadow milk that we have a beast referred to another beast in-story, mystic flour not exactly counting since she talk about the group as a whole. Consider the newest update's title screen we might actually get an in-story beast on beast interaction sooner than I thought.

(Pardon the quality)

Devsis rlly love smilk, his beast yeast ep was just a couple months ago and they're putting him in the story again. I'm hoping it's a sign of later updates having small hints or future build-up to ep11-12. Since it's likely silent salt/white lily's update will also act as a finale to the whole beast saga. (+of course they're using smilk's lady milk form, everyone love the lady milk form, I'm predicting it now when ep 10 drops the official lady smilk sprite the fans are gunna go insane over it, I just hope that's not the only thing everyone will rave about) Coming back to their battle dialogues it's crazy how a couple of lines can reveal so much about the beast's relationships, namely that they hate each other's guts- I can go into details about each but I'm sure many other fans have already done a way better analysis than me so, I'm just going to say that the flour/spice dialogue n milk/sugar dialogue are my favorite! I've always have a headcanon that flour+spice would be the two beast who'd buttheads over their respective philosophies n their canon talk fuels me to no end. It's funny how passive-aggressive smilk is toward the other beasts, especially toward esugar, his lines imply he enjoyed making her mad in particular which make sense consider how languid n serene she tend to be. As opposed to, let's say burning spice, it'll be too easy for smilk lol Coming in w a semi-spicy take (pun not intended), someone is going to stab me for this but scouting through the youtube comment section got me scratching my head as there's so many folk who believed spice+milk are besties? For some reason?? Bspice straight ignored smilk in one and his "you're all talk..." clearly expressed disappointment at smilk. The "hot stuff" can be taken as flirting I guess, but eng!smilk just love giving folks nicknames in general (which make me wonder what he said in the og kr) Non of the beast's battle dialogues are positive, as much as the idea of them being evil besties make me happy it's clear they're not lol the writers are making an intentional move to contrast the beast vs the ancient. Without a common enemy the beast would've sooner or later tear each other apart trying to establish their selfish goals. Other miscellaneous thoughts: Baby hollyberry is so cute I kinda wish we got to see other baby ancients, both vani n smilk's younger form got revealed in their update so I kinda hope the game will feed the fans eventually. There's exactly one(1) baby vani sprite n I shall treasure it like I treasure my non-existent first born. Ep 7 implied at least smilk wasn't just poofed into existence as an adult cookie but have to grow up, we don't know if this apply to other beasts but I'm thinking the answer is yes. This scene got everyone in a choke-hold:

It's short but it's impactful, I'm glad the fandom is embracing it n giving some love for my mustached king royal berry. I'm also enjoying how the fandom is considering thought that hollyberry/dark cacao are indeed neglectful/bad parent (going maybe even into abusive territory) and mulling over the fact that they can be heroes with good intentions at the same time. It's the kind of complexity that I love.

It's fitting ep 9 got released so close to mother's day, one thing I like about esugar is how she's almost nurturing and smothering similar to a mother. With the way esugar treats cookiekind, she's like a overprotective/manipulative parent keeping their kid inside all day far from the "danger" of the outside world. We've never exactly see much of holly's parenting per se, but it's clear she's a lot more lax compared to esugar... And we still have no ideas wtf is up w the babies in esugar's trailer. I've seen theories floating around but I guess we gotta wait for ep 10 and see. With that I'm taking my leave, I wish you a fun update w plenty of pulls cheesecake!

#1m4 answer #1m4 rambles #crk #cookie run kingdom #text #game screenshots

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samisverycool · 2 days ago

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Hi! I love your yandere prince (sorry but you've written him too well not to like <3)

I just had an idea pop up and just wanted to share it.

So, the reader seems like a relatively strong female, in the sense of how she views herself and does seem to have the ability to yell at others when needed. (Unlike that time she was hit by two maids but then again it something she wasn't prepared for but she survived!)

And I just really wanna know how the princes reaction would be if reader stood up for someone sternly and even frightened the mean person by her glare. (Like maomao did from apothecary diaries and jinshi was surprised)

Thank you so much for writing your character! Hope to see more! Loads of love!<3

OMDZ this has been sitting in my drafts for so long 💔💔 bro im so busy its not even funny like release me rn pls 🙏

—> ooh yes, the reader is a very capable person! i haven't actually seen apothecary diaries, sorry 😞. thanks for the req tho ♡

࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince . part five

part four

"that's exactly what i'm saying!"

a young maid by the name of lila beamed up at you, big eyes sparkling with excitement.

you were in the throne room, cleaning windows with other maids while the prince kept watch from his royal seat. lila was a new hire, and just a few years younger than you. she was shy at first, but after she warmed up to you it was near impossible not to adore her childish charm.

the two of you laughed as you sprayed and wiped, sprayed and wiped. the chatter was starting to increase in volume as the other maids started to give sideways glances at the pair.

you cracked a joke, making the young girl lose composure as she stumbled back. her heel caught onto the hem of her skirt as she bumps into another maid's bucket of soapy water. it clatters loudly onto the stone tiles, making some maids flinch.

lila gasped as she whirled around, hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. "oh. my. goodness. i am so sorry! that was an accident, please forgive me!" she immediately grabbed a nearby mop and bowed her head. "i'll help you clean it up. again, i'm really sorry—"

"well, yea, you should be."

the sour maid, marla's, voice cut through, sharp and unamused. her eyes were dull as she crossed her arms, "i didn't make this mess, so you can clean it up by yourself. maybe that'll teach you not to be so obnoxious while the rest of us are actually doing our jobs."

lila's face fell as her grip on the mop grew shaky, bottom lip trembling as she tried to hold tears back. her innocent eyes glazed over, not having the courage to talk back.

you frowned upon seeing her so upset. you stepped forward, "that's enough."

marla's gaze turns to you, incredulous. "excuse me?"

"she said she was sorry. it was an accident. don't you have any empathy?" you said flatly, placing a reassuring hand on lila's shoulder.

marla's scowls, "maybe you shouldn't be distracting others with stories—"

"maybe if you didn't pride yourself on picking on children, you would be more tolerable. stop yelling, it's unnecessary and frankly, embarrassing."

marla looks livid, lila is trying to stifle a giggle, and your eyes trail over to the throne.

there sits the prince, so quiet you forgot he was even there. papers were clutched in his hands, some in his lap, but his eyes were focused on you. he had this expression, not one of anger, but of awe.

"everyone, continue. you, my sweet, come here."

everyone bows their heads as they resume their work, even marla hurries back to her spot. you gently pat lila's back before approaching the dais leading up to the overly lavish seat.

you bow before the prince, but he pulls you closer. his eyes are wide, and you're taken aback by his boldness.

"you continue to surprise me," he laughs, too giddy, too pleased. "i knew there was something in there," he poked at your chest, "a fire. it just had to be provoked."

he smiles as his eyes light up, as if he can actually see a flame in your heart. this was the first time he'd ever seen you act this way, and it was addicting. like he needed to see what other emotions he could make you feel.

"you look cute when you're angry," he mumbles against your neck.

you glance around awkwardly, and the other maids pretended not to see anything.

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adallinda · 19 hours ago

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Tobias Rogers mischaracterization

As we know, the creepypasta fandom is one hell of a place. Jumping from a joyous place to Satan's spawn. People switching like a light when it comes to opinions and if you'd see to speak up you don't know if you're gonna be okay or get jumped and doxxed.

Well that thing isn't only to the people in here, it also accuses to the characters and one for the biggest mischaracterized character is Tobias Erin Rogers / "Ticci Toby" .

As we know from the creator of Toby, Kastoway, Toby was described to be diagnosed with Bipolar syndrome, CIPA (Congenital Insensitive To Pain) and Tourette Syndrome.

The character Toby was said to be jumping from one emotion to another. Especially at the start of the story, he was basically numb and depressed due to the death of his sister, although this fact changes thorough the story it shows us that his emotions changes frequently. He was described by his creator to be "Upbeat and hyperactive. However, he can occasionally be a very sarcastic person, he will uncontrollable due to his mental instability". He is also mentioned to be frequently fidgeting and twitching because of his disorder, hence why he got the name " Ticci Toby ".

We can see from the start of his story that he can't feel pain, it is not mentioned directly that he has CIPA but it is very hinted at. As we move forward we can see that he usually stepped in, and take the beating, when his father abused his wife and daughter, because he can't feel pain. After his sister died, and the operator appeared in his life, he can be seen self mutilating by biting his fingers until there's almost no skin around the nails. This is a very important fact that many seem to forget, that he canonically is a cannibal ( the creator stated he wanted to make him one but was scared that his story would be too similar to Jack's one) .

The forgotten details

Let's start with every single one and explain them thoroughly.

Bipolar syndrome : Many people forget he is bipolar. One of the factor caused by this is because many don't read his story but another one is because some people follow each other's opinion like a herd of sheeps. There is nothing wrong with being incorrect but spreading false information can make a character be heavily mischaracterized and that's something no author wants.

At first it was that he was ONLY upbeat. The meme "Hey masky! " was very popular in the fandom in 2016 and it only intensified by Ieatpastaforbreakfast, which many people interpreted him as a ray of sunshine and that he was like an annoying little brother towards Masky. Also let's not forget the "Toby loves waffles" jokes that only made him look more of a child than he was mentally and physically.

NOW I'M NOT SAYING ANY OF THIS IS BAD. This was very popular in 2016 and it wasn't only hurting anyone. It was just us who had fun. But I'm mentioning these factors here because this also falls under the mischaracterizarion umbrella. I, myself, love the fanon much more.

Though as years went by, the fandom died and it only kinda revived last two years. Now people are more matured than they were back then and they have tried to make him more realistic. Which is not a bad thing, it brings nostalgia back and all but I am not sure we have the same meaning of realistic. Some people made Tobias seem like an abuser, a predator and many went as far as calling him a r4pist. He is NONE of that. Calling a character that, evil or not, is very disgusting on your behalf.

CIPA : Many forget he can't actually feel pain and it is not a big thing but I wanted to point it out if I already mentioned it in the first part.

There's nothing wrong with forgetting or not knowing, but knowing and spreading lies about a certain thing is something shitty to do. Especially to new fans who are willing to learn about a potential "new favorite" character only just to be lead by false information.

Tourette syndrome : Another syndrome forgotten by the fandom. This is not a new thing, it also was present from the start in 2016 but it only intensified.

Toby twitches and tics very often. Not only with his head but with his tongue too, messing up words and whistling very oftenly. This is very overlooked and in every early fanfic you read there is no mention of any tics or twitches.

This happens less now, people writing it or mentioning it frequently now. And almost in every fanfic you read now, there is at least one mention of his tics.

In my opinion, I don't really care of they're written or not. It's all the same for me, but I get why some get irritated when they're not mentioned. Especially people who have these disorders.

The ships

Tobias is a very popular character, he always has been and many people adore him. Now every character has ships, and it is a normal thing to ship character, but there are good ships and bad ships.

At the time, the creator of Toby, Kastoway, was in a relationship with the creator of clockwork, "Soffbois", and because of said relationship they also made the characters be in love which I find a cute thing.

Tho many people didn't agree and didn't find it cute at all, in fact, many started spreading hate towards the creators and we don't know if it's because of that or if it's for another reason but after a while the creators broke up, and so did the characters.

Unfortunately, many people were pleased with this outcome. Now I get some of them were children and just followed what the others were doing, spreading hate towards them mindlessly and not understanding the consequences of their actions but some were teenagers with maturity development in them and could understand what they were doing was fucked up. Sending hate towards two people who were happy with what they achieved just because you didn't liked your fav character was taken, was fucked up. Like very.

Others started shipping him with some other characters. Since he is a legal adult, he can be shipped with almost anyone but some took it far and created horrible and disgusting ships alongside fanart, fanfiction and many other things of said ships. Most of these ships are " Toby x Sally ", " Toby x Ben " ," Toby x Masky "

I hope I don't have to explain why they're horrible, illegal and shouldn't exist at all. Sally and Ben drowned are kids and Masky is a decade older than Tobias.

People in this fandom don't seem to understand that " Tobias x Masky " is in fact very much weird. Despite them being both adults, Toby is (now) 30 and Masky is somewhere in his 40s. Also Tim ( The creator and person who plays Masky ) is asexual.

Fanon vs canon

There have been some instances where a debate was created, is fanon better than realism or the other way around? There is no right nor wrong opinion to this. If person A loves the fanon ideas and person B loves the realism, well I can't do anything about it. Just have fun, this place should be a safe space (no weirdos) for all and we all should have fun in here. Losing the whimsical of it all brings no porpuse to this fandom.

Conclusion

Tobias is a very complex character who has a tragic story and suffers of many disorders, and many took advantage of that and destroyed and remodeled him. And keep in mind his age when making ships.

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perkeleen-lavellan · 9 hours ago

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I'm not one of those people who instantly thought killing Varric was a bad idea. I even like the thought on paper, if it's done correctly. And I think having Solas do it is an excellent starting point, I just.

There is something to everyone who's been saying how quickly it all falls apart. Like for instance, the biggest issue I see is how unrealistically Solas's blood magic on Rook was done. Again, like the idea on paper. But you're also trying to sell us a found family plotline. Supposedly these people have been spending weeks or months growing closer, hanging out in the Lighthouse (wish we saw literally any of that). But of course it's more like the companions hang together while Rook occasionally peeks their head in and says 'hi what's up'.

And I could find it believable that the other characters would have missed Rook talking to a magical hallucination on the regular, if you had been intentionally building it up as the rest of the team bonding while Rook isolates. But it just doesn't seem intentional either. We get this middle of the road unfinished sketch of the group's life in the Lighthouse imstead of a clear picture. Name of the whole game, right. Unfinished sketch.

That's actually an awesome idea, and I think it's what they should have done. Have Rook constantly pull back from the other companions, have some of them even point this out casually and Rook dismiss it. Make Rook mirror how Solas pulled back from his past allies. Then have there be a moment of realization where Rook understands what they are doing. Have it tie into Solas's regret over killing Felassan, which first of all needed to be more clearly in the game. Focus both on Felassan and then Solas pulling away from the Inquisition. Have Rook see that, and then realize how futile it is. Then you can have the moment of Rook being saved from the regret prison be even more impactful.

And also, that would explain more why the rest of the companions could have missed Rook being under Solas's blood magic control.

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bullet-prooflove · 13 hours ago

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Say It With Flowers: Harry Wilson x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @buckysteveloki-me @hagarsays @misskrose @pascal-rascal424

Summary: Harry gets a surprise when he discovers a dozen red roses sitting on your breakfast bar.

Companion piece to:

Sugar - You're Harry's first stop when he makes it back to New Orleans.

Bourbon (NSFW) - The things you and Harry get up to with a 10k bottle of bourbon... it's sinful.

Court Days - Court days are your favourite days.

The Corkscrew - You realise Harry isn't the person you thought he is when you see him on a date with another man.

The Fixer - Harry returns to the place it all started in an attempt to reconnect wiith you.

A Southern Man - Harry and you discuss his revealation.

Roses aren’t your thing, which is why Harry is surprised when he steps inside your house the next morning to find two dozen of them sitting on the breakfast bar, residing in a crystal vase, you certainly don’t own.

“You got someone else courting you darlin’?” He signs to you because you’ve just gotten out of the shower and you aren’t wearing your hearing aids.

You sigh, plucking the card from within the flowers and pushing it towards him. He picks it up, frowning as he studies the words written in block capitals.

“Oh.” He says, keeping his head tilted up so that you can read his lips. “They’re from Neal. I mentioned I was spending some time at the horse sanctuary because rehabilitating racehorses was my character Arthur’s passion. He’s been texting me all night. I had to give Breanna the phone because it was driving me crazy”

Neal, is the man they’ve been running the con on, the one you saw holding Harry’s hand the other night. He’s been using romance scams to scam people out of thousands of dollars, breaking their hearts and their banks.

“Hm.” You respond before signing. “Neal is a real thirsty bitch.”

“He certainly is.” Harry signs back after placing the card back down on the breakfast bar. “Look, I want to reassure you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about, if you remember what I was telling you about Mardi Gras, he isn’t even my type-”

You snort and Harry’s heart sinks until you use your hand to shift the roses to the right, revealing a pretty hand painted water jug of windflowers. It’s a beautiful colourful summer bloom that looks like a cross between a poppy and a daisy. Each flower is bright and vibrant, from the crisp white to the rich burgundy to that stunning cornflower blue hue that just pops between them.

“If he doesn’t know you well enough to buy your favourite flowers, he doesn’t deserve you.” You sign and he can tell you’re teasing him by the way the left side of your mouth quirks up.

“Did you go to the flower market especially for me?” Harry asks, feeling a swell of emotion raising up in chest. He cannot vocalise just how much this means to him. His ex-wife she never focused on the little things, the things that tell someone how much you care for them. You, you’re all about that, you live in a world where actions can be more powerful than words and he cherishes every small gesture you make in the relationship.

“I thought they would make you smile.” You tell him simply. “This con is tough on you because of our relationship and I wanted to reassure you that I’m still going to be there at the end of the day when you’re done with Neal.”

You put extra emphasis on the name to show your distain for the man. Romance scams, they’re heart breaking on so many levels, it takes a real prick to play on people’s vulnerabilities to take their trust and to shatter it into a million pieces.

“You know what Sugar, I’ve just had a thought.” Harry signs before a smile crosses his handsome features. “Why don’t you come see me in action, witness Neal’s downfall in real time?”

“Are you serious?” He can tell you’re excited by the speed your hands move, it takes his brain a moment to catch up once you’ve finished.

“Yeah.” He says, feeling his own excitement rise up because he wants to share this part of his life with you, he wants to share every part of his life with you. “Let’s pull back the curtain, show you the art of the con.”

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khs-biggest-loser-tournament · 2 days ago

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Good morning I am here to remind you all that Demyx is in fact the biggest loser in KH and if you vote against him you're objectively WRONG. This man is the ultimate failboy.

He blatantly cheats in his boss battle with the fucking water clone QTE and he still dies, and like can you even blame him for fighting dirty because he turned up on Weapon Assignment Day and they gave him a musical instrument. All the other Org members get to do this menacing slow walk coupled with unbroken eye contact when they approach Sora in battle, but nooo this clown has to stare at his plinky-plonky instrument of murder instead while walking towards you cause he has to play fucking Guitar Hero to fight.

And then he dies and Jiminy Cricket roasts him in his journal. This dumbass gets roasted by A BUG. AN ARTHOPOD. A LITERAL INSECT.

And he absolutely deserves the roasting because have you seen him in Days?? Nobody ever shuts up about how he's That One Coworker who absolutely refuses to ever do anything. And they're right, like do you know how many times he's seen standing in the break room (not counting cutscenes)? ONCE. ONE SINGULAR TIME. Otherwise he spends the entire game on that stupid angular sofa.

And the sidequests he gives you, my god. If he's not telling you to find some stupid treasure chests, he's all like "hey Roxas could you go scour every inch of Halloween Town for Heartless k thx bye", and if you for some reason decide to humor him and do his actual goddamn work for him? What does he give you in return? MORE FUCKING WORK. Like at least the other Org members have the decency to be like "hey well done, now you can do this extra mission that only super cool people are allowed to do" but not this idiot, oh no he LITERALLY TELLS YOU he's rewarding you for doing his job for him by MAKING YOU DO MORE FUCKING WORK FOR HIM. The Lion the Witch and the Audacity of this Bitch.

And there's this one point where he's like "hey Roxas please go to the Moogle and synthesize two potions together", bitch the game practically drowns you in potions and the Moogle is like ten feet away from where you're sitting, go do it yourself you lazy fuck.

AND he's fucking useless in multiplayer. His limit requires way too much effort and it's got such poor accuracy that it hits something maybe twice a week. And when he inevitably loses his loss animation on the results screen shows him falling out his stupid tall chair. smh Donald can do a whole stomping tantrum dance on the chair when he loses but this absolute walnut somehow manages to fall off when trying to punch the chair in frustration. Actual reality-defying failboy-ism.

OH AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN TALKED ABOUT KH3 YET. He comes back because god knows why and manages to ruin Xehanort's plans because his SHEER INCOMPETENCE means nobody would ever think he'd be willing and/or able to do anything useful for anyone. And he steals a catchphrase from the early/mid-2000s KH fandom like this man could not be more cringe if he tried, and he definitely tries because my GOD have you seen that Re:Mind cutscene with him?? "see all the cool kids have one right" well you are neither of those things so why the fuck do you have one

Fucker doesn't even have a proper name yet. It's been almost 20 years and we still don't know what his real name is. If that's not loser behavior I don't know what is.

And it gets even worse if you consider the non-canon stuff! In the manga he's somehow even more of a failure, which shouldn't even be physically possible. For fuck's sakes he gets his ass handed to him by Pluto. PLUTO. THIS DUMB FUCK PICKS A FIGHT WITH MICKEY MOUSE'S DOG AND LOSES.

Meanwhile on the novel side of things we've got his Character Files short story (I think that counts as novel-adjacent but I digress), where it's implied he rejoined the Real Org because he wanted friends. This ABSOLUTE CALCIUM-DEFICIENT NINCOMPOOP joined a fucking apocalypse cult because that's the only way he could get friends?? and even that didn't work because all they do is roast him. My god we've truly reached a level of patheticness beyond the comprehension of the feeble human mind.

jfc I swear if I didn't love him with every single solitary cell in my body the mere thought of this idiot would make me cringe myself into the Shadow Dimension.

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howdeepthegrave · 3 days ago

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Okay so we all know we're not getting a season 2 of Agatha All Along, and we're probably not getting anything Young Avengers. Our last best hope is that the mainline MCU is going heavily multiversal so maybe we might see an alternate version or two of Agatha at some point.

Still, I think a lot of what a season 2 could be. What I'd like to see. So follow me on down, kids.

Obviously (as I've posted in the past) a season 2 would involve a road trip to find Timantha Tilliam Tommy. I'm fine with that. A road trip means going places, and it means time passed on the road (lol) that can be filled perhaps with Agatha divulging tales of her past, real or fabricated, to Billy. This gives us room for flashbacks that would let the costume and art and set departments shine. This gives us room also for the glory that is AGATHARIO BACKSTORY. The road trip aspect can allow too for meeting up with various side characters the MCU seems ready to jettison, as well as possible Young Avengers (c'mon an' gimme that sweet, sweet return of Kate Bishop!)

I propose that it would become clear to both Billy and Agatha early on that someone is following them. At first Agatha thinks it could be Rio, wanting to hunt down Billy and Tommy as abominations, but things occur and signs are left which point to something other. Something perhaps malevolent in a way Death truly is not. Billy wonders if Wanda could be back, if she could be seeking him and Tommy to reunite the family.

They actually find Tommy relatively early, but it takes quite a bit of doing to get him to understand that he IS Tommy Maximoff in the body of Thomas Shepherd. At some out-of-the-way, no-tell motel, Billy finally manages to break through and truly reunite with his brother... But Agatha vanishes.

Agatha is trapped in some strange limbo space at first, and she is SURE this is Rio's doing. A hooded figure appears, crackling with power. The figure lashes out, and the power does... Something to Agatha. It hurts her, which it should not be able to do, as she's a ghost. It knocks her back, and the figure just keeps jolting her, moving closer and closer, crouching at last beside a now restored, corporeal Agatha.

"Hey, Mom."

His hood falls back, and... It's Nicky. Not our Nicky, but an adult Nicholas Scratch from an Earth where he's comic accurate: evil. Seems he's been trekking the multiverse under the auspices of Mephisto, seeking out and neutralizing every version of Agatha he can find, taking each incarnation's powers, trying to basically get so juiced nothing could stop him from doing whatever he wants. He draws out a lot of power from Agatha, not exactly in the way her siphon works, but still draining her.

"Why? Nicholas, this... This isn't you. What..."

"Oh, this is me. This is the best possible me."

He's about to hit her again, maybe finish her off, and the... Floor? falls out from under them.

Nicholas goes... Somewhere, and Agatha lands in a place we've gotten a bit used to thanks to some of the flashbacks: the cottage. But it's not as we've seen it before. Gone is the magic-filled, candle-lit home. Now it's dark, cold, dusty. It's sort of... Dead. Agatha starts to panic. She needs to get out of here, find the boys, and stop this twisted version of Nicholas who, P.S., has ended up outside the motel just as Billy steps out of the room, seeking Agatha.

Billy sees this stranger, and he can sense power in him, so he figures it's worth a shot to seek his help.

"Hey, uh, sir, excuse me, this might sound crazy, but have you seen a crone? Around 5'5", white hair, purple dress, maybe 60% opacity? Answers to the name Agatha Harkness."

"She a friend of yours?"

Billy shrugs.

"I don't know if I'd go that far. More like a teacher. A mentor. A highly questionable mother figure."

Nicholas smiles.

"I think I know just the person you're referring to."

Tommy, meanwhile, steps out of the room just in time to see Nicholas blast Billy across the motel parking lot. Of course, he tears off at superspeed to get to his brother.

"Billy! Billy, man, c'mon! You gotta wake up. Billy, I can't handle this on my own!"

Tommy looks over his shoulder and sees Nicholas walking toward them.

Back in the cottage, Agatha tries the door, but it won't budge. She tries a window... nada. She can't seem to summon up any power, or she would try to blast her way out.

"Trying to leave in a hurry? Again?"

Turning, Agatha sees another hooded figure, but at the moment, this one actually produces slightly less fear than usual.

"Please, you have to let me go. You have to let me get to the boys. I..."

"Still trying to save those abominations? Agatha, why? Why do you even pretend to care about them?"

"I don't care. I... The proximity to power is all that matters. Tommy and Billy are the last remnants of the mystery that Wanda left behind. I want to understand them and then get whatever I can out of them."

"That so? Because it seems to me like you're using them to assuage the pain of your thwarted maternal drive. Like you've utterly replaced our son..."

"Don't you talk about him! Don't you dare..."

"Why not? Why should I not talk about our son? The son I've been sole parent to since his passing? The son who, every time I go and see him, only wants to know one thing: When is Mama coming home?"

That jolts Agatha almost as strongly as one of the blasts from evil!Nicholas.

"You... Why would you..."

"I don't lie, Agatha. You know that. I misdirect, on occasion. I omit. But I do not lie, especially not to you."

Back in the parking lot, Tommy's lifting Billy up, he's managed to get him conscious again, and Billy grabs at Tommy's shoulder.

"Run."

"What? No! No, I gotta help you. Whoever this guy is..."

"Tommy, just run. Run like I know you can."

"Billy..."

"It's okay. I found you once. I'll find you again."

So Tommy helps Billy the last little bit to his feet, hugs him, and bolts off with all due speed. Nicholas watches him go and looks almost impressed.

"Wonder if after I'm done with you, little witch, I could drain away whatever makes your brother so quick."

"You won't have the chance."

Billy and Nicholas just rip into each other with bolts of power.

Back in the cottage, Agatha staggers under the weight of the knowledge that Nicky has never hated her.

"How? How could he possibly still want to see me after... After all that I've done?"

Death laughs, face still shrouded by the hood.

"Our son was made from pure love, Agatha. How could he be anything but loving?"

Now Agatha is the one who laughs.

"I don't think things work out so well in every reality, Rio."

Death tilts her head, confused.

Back in the lot, Billy has held his own against Nicholas for a while, but things are getting gnarly. It's clear the battle is turning, and it looks like Nicholas will be the victor. He's doing that typical villain gloating flourish thing, ready to end Billy, when something blurs in from the side and knocks him sprawling to the pavement. Tommy's back.

Tommy rushes to once more help Billy up, and they hurry to the van, thinking maybe they can put some road miles between them and Nicholas. Nicholas himself, meanwhile, rolls up onto his side, arm raised, ready to blast them...

A door appears, opens, and Agatha steps through, right into the path of the blast. Of course, her siphon activates, and she's absolutely in her element, drawing in power that this wicked version of her son has claimed from masses of her multiversal selves. Billy and Tommy freeze, watching it happen, awestruck.

As the last threads of power leave evil!Nicholas, Death Herself emerges from the same door Agatha had left, marching over and slicing the veil, kicking this twisted version of her son, body and soul, into an endless abyss.

Agatha is there in the middle of the lot, or rather levitating slightly above it, absolutely aglow with power, flickering between her restored self, her ghostly self, and a few other iterations. Billy and Death both approach her at the same time. Death, hood fallen back at last so we can see the face of Rio, reaches her first, taking Agatha's hand as she drifts down, stabilizing her into her restored form, but with a streak of white in her dark hair.

"Will you come home now?"

There is the heaviest pause you can imagine. Agatha looks at Billy, and there's a familiar sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she turns back to Rio.

"I'll make you a deal, my love."

Cut to some time later. Billy and Tommy are chilling (WITH THEIR FELLOW YOUNG AVENGERS DO THIS ONE THING FOR ME MARVEL) at whatever place they've come to call home. Billy steps away into the kitchen to grab some drinks, he leans into the fridge, and as he steps back...

"BOO!"

He yelps, drops cans and bottles all over the floor, and Agatha bursts out laughing.

"Agatha! Don't do that any more!"

"Hey, kid, I gotta get my kicks however I can."

Billy looks at her, really looks, because she's in her ghostly form again.

"I thought..."

"Oh, check this out!"

A snap of the fingers, and she's her restored self from the motel parking lot again. Another snap, she's full (classic comic accurate) Richards-Family-Nanny Agatha. Another and she's her young self from the first Salem days.

"I got a million of 'em."

"So, is this... Are you back?"

Agatha shrugs, snapping back to herself as she was just before they departed on the Witches' Road.

"I can be. What happened back there... Well, I can go back and forth now."

"So you can be with Nicky now?"

"Yeah."

"And Rio too?"

"Seems like the divorce never went through, so yeah, Rio too. Of course, she's pretty busy..."

"120 bodies a minute?"

"But she has help, so we almost have a normal home life. Well, for us."

"I miss you, Agatha."

"Oh, don't get sappy on me, kid. Besides, you've outgrown me. You know what you're doing without your old teacher now."

"I don't miss my teacher. I miss my friend."

And Billy lunges at Agatha, hugging her. She, naturally, does not hug him back.

"Ugh, kid, I said don't get sappy."

But then she sort of hugs him back.

"Maybe I'll stop in, from time to time. Just to keep an eye on things."

"You better. Maybe on coven game night."

"Coven game night, huh?"

"Sure. Wouldn't wanna miss a chance to hang out with Jen, right?"

Agatha scoffs, but Billy smiles.

"Sometimes, Alice comes along too."

And then Agatha smiles.

"Well, I might take you up on that. One day. But for now, I gotta get back."

"Yeah. See you around. And... And thank Rio for holding up her end of the deal."

"Oh believe you me, she gets all the thanks I can muster."

"Eww."

Agatha laughs and disappears, and Billy turns to leave the kitchen. Just as he reaches the door...

"Hey kid?"

He turns back.

"Yeah?"

"If you tell anyone I said this, I'll dedicate myself to publicly embarrassing you once a day every day for the rest of your life..."

Billy rolls his eyes, and Agatha smiles at him.

"I'm proud of you, Billy."

"I'm proud of you too."

Agatha vanishes again, and Billy leaves the kitchen.

And somewhere across the veil, there's a cottage, and there's a boy in the yard, chasing a pet rabbit. At a sound, the boy stops, looking up and laughing happily as he sees in the distance that both of his mothers are almost home again.

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"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 2 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that… Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: just some dancing seduction going on! LOL!

Chapter 2

You watched Jey closely on the monitor at the Gorilla position as he conveyed his promo for Monday Night RAW. He was worked up and rightfully so. Two weeks prior Gunther had attacked his twin brother, Jimmy–made him bleed. A lot. All to get into Jey's head before their title match coming up on Saturday.

Lost in your thoughts, you took notes on his promo when you heard Jey as he said, "E'rbody keep on asking me… 'Uce. Jey, where your mind at? Are you crashing out?' Yeah, I'm crashin' out. But I'm locked in! Locked in for me. Locked in for my family. I'm locked in for y'all!" He took a breath and said, "Check it out though, hey, hey… Hold up. Listen to Gunther out here talk… You know what that made me feel like? He mad." He looked straight into the camera then, just as you saw and felt someone walk up to the monitor beside you. You didn't look up to see who though. Jey held your attention captive.

"Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah. You afraid. Yeah Gunther. You afraid. You afraid I'm gonna whoop your ass in front of sixty-thousand people for the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania! Hey, look though! I'm gonna see you on Saturday, Uce! Gunther! I'ma get you cuz! So here's what we're gonna do! One time for the one time! Hey, Uce! Hey, Uce! Please, please, hit my music! Oh, yeah! Uh-huh! YEET!"

His music hit then, and he proceeded to pander to the crowd for a little bit. You watched as he grabbed a Prime Water from the Hydration Station and then headed up through the crowd.

Taking down notes on what you thought of his promo and how you could use something like it in your book, you turned to head back to his dressing room to ask him a couple of questions, and bumped into the person who apparently was still standing there.

You looked up to find Gunther watching the monitor, but since you bumped into him, his attention was now on you.

Well, crap.

He had his usual cocky smirk on his face, and already you wanted to slap it off.

"I don't believe I've seen you back here before," he said, putting his hand out for you to shake. "I'm Gunther. And you are?"

"My name is Y/N." You said, giving his hand a brief shake. "I'm here shadowing a couple of wrestlers for a book I'm writing."

"You're here to shadow a couple of wrestlers? And you didn't pick me to shadow?" He asked quite cockily.

Man, you really wanted to slap him.

"Who, may I ask, are you shadowing?"

"That is between me and the talent I'm working with. If they want to let you know, they will." You tried to step around him, but he sidestepped and blocked your exit. "You were watching Jey Uso. Would he be one of the wrestlers you are shadowing? If so, good luck with that book. You'll need it." He said in a haughty manner.

"I like my chances," you said, wishing you could get your mouth to cooperate with your brain. It was about to get you into a big mess. "Now, please, let me by," you said firmly, trying to ignore your trepidation. After all, you were talking to the man that literally beat Jimmy Uso to a bloody pulp. "I have somewhere to be."

"Do you, now?"

"Gunther, piss off!"

You breathed a sigh of relief at hearing Nattie's voice as she came through the set of black curtains and joined you. Not that Nattie could probably fight Gunther off either, but it felt nice to have some backup anyway.

Gunther looked as though he'd argue for a little bit but finally he started to walk away. He turned and said, "See you around." And disappeared behind the curtains.

"Was he bothering you?"

"A little. But he's gone now, thanks to you," you said, reaching over and hugging Nattie. "Hi, and thank you for showing up when you did."

"Don't worry about it. You should probably tell Jey about that though–Gunther pestering you, I mean. You wouldn't want the guy to make you a target."

"Oh, it's nothing, Nattie. I'm not a target. Don't bother Jey with it. I don't think he likes me very much anyway."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, he's… very rude to me. Like he's not even given me a chance to prove myself. It's like he's got this preconceived notion of me."

"That may be exactly it," Nattie said, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "He got out of a bad relationship and he's not been the same since."

"What happened?"

"He was dating an author, or so he thought. But it turns out she was just a dirtsheet reporter trying to get dirt on everyone backstage from the wrestlers all the way to the referees. She used Jey. He doesn't trust the media now, or writers."

"Oh, gosh. Now I feel bad."

"Just do what you came here to do. He'll see–in time–that you're serious about your book."

You nodded, feeling dejected.

"I mean, I understand why he feels the way he feels, I just feel so badly that he must see me as a piece of scum."

"Don't take it personally. He'll see the truth. I know it." Nattie smiled and gave you a hug. "You're a sweet person. He'll notice that in time. I promise."

You nodded again. And strolled back toward Jey's dressing room with Nattie. "Okay. I'll just be myself."

"Exactly," Nattie said. "Oh! We're gonna hit a club after the show. Do some dancing. A little drinking. Wanna come with us?"

You failed to admit you didn't drink alcohol but you found yourself nodding. "Yeah that would be fun! Count me in."

"Okay. I'll swing by your room and you can ride over with me and Naomi."

"Sounds good! I'll see you later."

You said your goodbyes and you approached Jey's dressing room. The door was open, so you proceeded to cautiously walk in and found Jey pacing like a caged animal. "Stupid idiot," he muttered.

"Hey," you greeted, laying your notebook on the sofa with your writing pen. You took a seat on the large piece of furniture and glanced at him. "Amazing promo you did out there."

"Are you kidding?" He spun around on you and glared. "I stuttered! What wrestler stutters on the mic?!"

"Plenty do," I said calmly, feeling the need to placate him.

"Name some." You had the distinct feeling he knew of some, but that he was testing you. So you obliged.

"Hulk Hogan. He completely messed up a promo against Vince McMahon one night on Smackdown. Mick Foley–frequently forgot lines and the cities he was in. He'd been known to write the cities down on his hand to remind himself of where he was. I've even seen your cousin, Roman Reigns, struggle during promos." You said, being careful of how you chose your words. You didn't want to offend him. "Most notable, though, is Sycho Sid. He completely forgot he was live on tv and asked to start over on a promo when JR told him, 'We're live, pal.'"

Jey seemed like his breathing had calmed down. He looked at you for a moment, and then gave a slight nod.

"A stumble, once in a while, isn't the end of the world, Jey."

"Yeah, thanks."

"You're welcome. Just don't be so hard on yourself."

He nodded again and sat down on the sofa next to you. "You sound like you could use some down time," you said, with a small smile. "I was invited to go out dancing after the show. You coming too?"

He shook his head and laid his head back on the back of the couch. "Nah, I'm too busy for that."

You nodded.

"Suit yourself."

"You don't look like the clubbing type."

You looked over at him and smiled, "I'm not really. But it sounds like fun. And I'm trying to have fun on my vacation as well as get some work done."

"Librarian, huh?" He tilted his head to look at you. "They sure don't make them like they used to."

"What do you mean by that," you asked a little indignantly.

"I mean, that when I think of a librarian, you're not what comes to mind. I think of a little granny with a bun in her hair and glasses."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"I didn't say it was a disappointment."

You looked at him and found his dark, chocolate colored gaze was already on your face. You felt a flush creep up your face and you looked away.

"I need to visit the ladies room," you said softly, rising to your feet. Your thigh brushed against his through your skirt as you stood. "I'll be back in a few mintues." You turned and headed out the door. You didn't see the look of contemplation cross his handsome features…

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You danced with Nattie and Naomi in the club–The Flamingo House–bumping hips and totally acting silly. But you were having a blast. Despite the heat in the club. You were sweating a little and you were regretting the tight black leather low-rise pants and red crop top you wore.

The club was featuring all music from the 2000s to the 2010s and at the moment you were dancing to Christina Aguilera's Dirrty. Not one of your favorite artists, but hey, the song had a great beat. You danced around until you were finally in the center of a group of your new-found friends.

Ah, heat is up So ladies, fellas Drop your cups Body's packed Front to back Now move your ass I like that

Tight hip huggers (low for sure) Shake a little somethin' (on the floor) I need that, uh, to get me off Sweat until my clothes come off

You did a few body rolls and broke out a few of your best dance moves–wiggling your hips around–when you heard the crowd whooping. You laughed and continued dancing along when a hand reached out and grasped your hip, pulling you back against a hard body.

You spun around, appalled that a guy would just take it upon himself to grab you in such a way, even if you were being just a little promiscuous.

Gunther.

"How dare you grab me like that!"

"Oh, you were asking for it, dancing like a little whore in here," he muttered in your ear.

You gasped, and drew your hand back, but just as you planned to slap him across the face, he reached over and grabbed your arm painfully in his hand.

"Let go of me."

You said it calmly, with no fear in your voice, but inside you were trembling.

"After we dance."

"I don't want to dance with you."

"Tough."

"Let her go, Gunther!" Nattie yelled.

"Yeah, or we'll kick your butt from here to next week!" Naomi chimed in.

Suddenly a figure stepped in between you and Gunther.

"I think she said to let her go, and that she doesn't want to dance with you."

"Jey!"

Jey ignored your exclamation and stared Gunther down. "Trust me, Uce. You don't want this fight here tonight." He took his shades off and stared into Gunther's eyes. "You really don't."

Gunther got a smirk on his face and released you. Put his hands up in the air in a defensive gesture and backed away into the crowd.

"I think you're a target now," Nattie told you. "I'd watch my back, if I were you."

Great, you thought. Just what I need.

You glanced over at Jey and he was staring at you, eyeing your clothes. His dark gaze scanned all the way back up to your face. You took in the sight of him as well. He wore a pair of black jeans and a white tank top. His tattoos on full display. You had to admit, you liked what you saw. "Dance with me," he finally said, as Dirrty ended and Usher's U Remind Me started. "I'm not really in a dancing mood all of a sudden," you tried not to sound snappy.

"You want Gunther to be bothering you again in a little while, Mama?" He did snap his words as he stared you down.

You shook your head and moved toward Jey. Began moving to the music, swaying your hips back and forth. Jey took your arms and rested them on his broad shoulders as you both danced. Suddenly, he spun you around by your hips and then grasped them in his hands and pulled you flush up against his body–your back to his front.

See, the thing about you that caught my eye Is the same thing that makes me change my mind Kinda hard to explain, but girl, I'll try You need to sit down, this may take a while See, this girl, she sort of looks just like you She even smiles just the way you do So innocent, she seemed, but I was fooled I'm reminded when I look at you

But you remind me of a girl that I once knew See her face whenever I, I look at you You won't believe all of the things she put me through This is why I just can't get with you

By instinct, you did a body roll and then rotated your hips into his along with the sultry beat of the song. You heard Jey groan and you brought up one of your arms around his neck, urging his face closer to yours.

Where you were getting your nerve, you had no idea. But it felt right.

Lord, did it feel right.

"Gonna play like that, huh?" He asked, his voice rumbling in your ear.

"You're the one who wanted to dance," you said as you continued to dance with him. "There's that sassy mouth again," he groaned as you pressed your bottom into him. Unintentionally, of course.

He spun you around again to face him and lifted you–as if you weighed nothing–and urged you to hug his waist with your legs. Then he began swaying to the music with you in his arms. He was thrusting against you ever so slightly, and you could tell he was doing it on purpose.

"Jey," you breathed his name.

"What," he asked, trying to look innocent. "Just giving you a dose of your own medicine." The song ended and he set you on your feet. "Wanna dance to this next one?"

You listened to the incoming song and smiled. It was the slower version of Crazy in Love from the previews of Fifty Shades of Grey.

You nodded in reply and wrapped your arms around his neck as you danced. He danced with you, both of you swaying to the music.

"I love this song, but I have to say my favorite cover of it is by a girl by the name of Sofia Karlberg. It's so amazing."

"Are we going to get into a music discussion?"

"Just trying to make conversation," you replied.

"I think we should go get a drink," Jey said all of a sudden, he took your hand and led you to the drink bar and let you order first.

"I'll just have a club soda on the rocks with a slice of lime, please."

"I'll have the same," Jey told the bartender.

"Really? You don't drink either?" You asked him. The bartender was already handing you your drinks.

"I drove here."

"Oh, right."

You looked around and saw Naomi, Nattie, and Rhea smiling in your direction and giving you the thumbs up. You waved them off and chuckled to yourself. They were so silly. But it was nice. You could do with a bit of silly in your life.

"So, if it's okay to ask… How is your brother?"

"He's okay. He's tough."

"I imagine being in this line of work, you have to be."

Jey nodded. "So, I guess you have a love of books, since you're a librarian along with being a writer."

"Definitely. I've loved books ever since I was little. My mom read to me every night before bed. And I fell in love with storytelling."

Jey actually smiled a little. "I can picture you as a little girl listening to all the fairytales."

You giggled. "That was me, all right."

"What was your favorite?"

"It was a tie between Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel."

"Have you ever read the Brother's Grimm version of the tales?"

You took a sip of your club soda and nodded, "Of course. They're amazing. And they're actually originally how the tales were told."

Jey nodded, and started to say something when Nattie came up to the two of you. "We're heading out, Y/N. Do you want to ride back to the Sheraton with us, or is Jey driving you?"

"I'm taking her back," Jey replied, finishing off his club soda. "Gotta make sure Gunther leaves her alone."

"Oh, I'm fine," you assured him. "Gunther isn't going to be a problem. I have pepper spray, besides."

"You. Are. Riding. With. Me."

"Okay, okay! Yes, Sir!"

A look crossed his face then and you couldn't read it. His lips twitched as if fighting off a smile. He threw some bills down on the counter in front of the two of you and then he took your arm, gently, and led you toward the exit.

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