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sentientcave · 5 months

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Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You.

Chapter One - The Perfect Gift

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Contains: No Y/N (Reader is an OC), Kidnapping, Stalking, Drugging, Forcible relocation, Generally creepy behaviour, Threats (open-ended), I guess this might count as human trafficking?, Dubcon everything because Reader is terrified (non-sexual), plus-sized reader, fem/afab reader, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real.

~3.2k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above

"I told ye, she's perfect," Soap said, eyes on the window across the street. They could see you puttering around your living room, wearing a pretty flower print dress as you tidied up. "Good with bairns too, met her when I was pickin' up the niece and nephew from school. She was workin' for some rich family, an' they let her go because the wife found a pair of her knickers in her husband's briefcase." He snickered. He'd been the one to put them there, although, in his opinion, he’d been pushing the bounds for a long while anyway. Sure he’d essentially cast you adrift, jobless and with no one looking out for you, but, well, they were looking after you now, weren’t they? So it wasn’t all that bad.

"Good job, pup," Ghost said fondly, ruffling Johnny's hair. "Captain's gonna love 'er."

"How do you lads want to play it?" Gaz asked. "Could go in tonight. Won’t take much to knock her out, pack up her things, take her to the cabin. Get her nice and situated for when Price gets back."

"No point in waitin', is there?" Ghost asked. "Nice she's on the ground floor. Makes takin' 'er things easier. I'll go round 'n' check the windows in a bit. Should wait till after midnight. Don't want to be spotted by the neighbours."

"No' much risk o' tha'," Soap said. "Knocked over a bunch of bins last I was here and the cunts didna even turn on a light. Just the bonnie thing worryin’ while the rest of ‘em sleep sound."

Gaz lit a cigarette, nodding thoughtfully. "Small apartment too. Is there much to move?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah, no' much. Sweet girl lives simply. I told ye, she's perfect for the captain. He'll be able to spoil the fuck out of her, once she's broken in, aye?"

"Know 'e'll like that. Man needs a wife to dote on. ‘e’s been goin’ a bit crazy, all alone. An' 'e can train'er up nice."

"Think he might share?" Gaz asked wistfully, exhaling a stream of thin smoke as he sighed. "Nice soft girl like that-- Plenty to go around."

Ghost laughed. "Thought we'd 'ave trouble gettin' Johnny to keep 'is 'ands to 'imself, and you're the one droolin'."

"Scuse me for having eyes, mate. Just think she looks sweet."

"We'll get to see first 'and soon.” Ghost clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on lads. Let's get ready."

You wake up on the hard metal floor of a moving vehicle, your pounding head cradled in someone's hands. That's what you notice first, and the thumbs rubbing circles against your neck soothingly.

It has the opposite effect. Your eyes fly open.

“Hi, bonnie,” a somewhat familiar face grins down at you, blue eyes smiling, but too intense, glittering in the low light that filters in from the windows at the front of the truck. “How’s yer head?”

You grimace, trying to make sense of what’s going on around you. The back of the van seems to be filled with boxes. “Aren’t you Finn and Rory’s uncle?”

“Aw, ye remember me? Knew ye were a sweetheart.”

You try to sit up, but Johnny puts a strong hand on your shoulder and keeps you where you are. Your head feels too heavy to try and fight him, your muscles weak. “What’s going on?” you ask. “What— Is this a kidnapping?”

“Tha’s an ugly word, bonnie. We’re doin’ ye a favour, really. Settin’ ye up with someone respectable. Captain’ll take good care of ye.” He pats your cheek. “Whyna get back to sleep? Still a ways to go, aye?”

Maybe it’s just a bad, weird dream. You do feel foggy, like you’re not fully attached to your body, and keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You’ll wake up back in your own bed, and have a funny story to tell if you ever bump into Johnny again. He’s definitely too nice to be a kidnapper, right? Like, people don’t really do that sort of thing. It has to be a dream.

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes close again.

As you suspected, you wake up again in bed. The headache’s receded some, and there’s warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. You bury your face into the pillows, and then bolt upright. The pillow smells weird, like sweet tobacco and spice, and you don’t get morning sun in your bedroom. The window faces a brick wall across a narrow alley.

The room you’re in now is not your room. It’s sparsely furnished, just a dresser under the window and the bed you’re tucked into, and two doors, one that’s clearly a closet, and one that must lead out into the rest of the… house? Judging by the sound of birdsong outside, you’re out of the city.

You pad to the window and look out. There’s a van in the driveway, and three men carrying things in. One of them looks up and spots you in the window, waving cheerfully.

Not a dream. Fear grips you, ice sliding down your spine, shards settling in your stomach, needling and uncomfortable. Your sinuses prickle like you’re about to cry, but no tears come. You’re too dehydrated to summon them. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been out— It’s fully daylight outside, but you have no idea what time. A second look around the room finds a digital clock sitting on the nightstand, 3:05 glaring back at you in red.

There’s a knock on the door, and it pushes open. The man who walks in is handsome, smiling at you so beautifully that your automatic response is to try and smile back, although you feel that it’s flimsy, unsure. There’s no chance that this man is here to help you, but you at least hope he’s not here to hurt you either.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice is as pleasant as his face is, smooth and cheerful, although it makes you wary about him on principle. “You hungry?”

You shake your head. It’s not true, but you can’t trust that there wouldn’t be drugs in anything they give you.

“Well, come on downstairs, hm? Get some water at least. Maybe a tea?”

Your stomach churns. “I might be sick,” you manage to squeak out. He quickly ushers you out into the hall and into a bathroom. You don’t make it to the toilet, but you do manage to make it to the sink. If you had a little more fire in you, you might have tried to vomit bile onto the pretty man’s shoes, but it’s hard to shake the instinct to be good, not to make any trouble, to hope that they’ll just let you go. You’re not even sure what they want. You have no family to ransom, you don’t have any money to speak of, you’re just a fat little ex-nanny still paying off an English Literature degree from a second-rate college.

You turn on the sink to wash away the sick, and rinse your mouth out. Your hands start shaking when you realize your toothbrush is sitting in the holder next to the sink, like it belongs there. Your makeup bag is sitting on the counter too, and when you look down, you realize you’re standing on your own bathmat, taken from your home and arranged here, as if effects from your own house are supposed to make you feel comfortable. You look at your reflection in the mirror, and then at the man still standing in the doorway, his brown eyes all concern, as if he wasn’t party to a fucking nightmare.

You straighten up, gripping the counter to steady yourself. “What the hell is this?” you ask, trying to inject some authority into your quaking voice. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Gaz. Nice to meet you. Johnny had lots of nice things to say about you.”

So that hadn’t been a dream either. You look around the room desperately, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon, but Gaz seems to know exactly what you’re doing, and he steps into your space quickly to grab your hands.

“None of that. Come on. You’ll feel better after a tea, yeah? Then you can get ready to meet the captain.”

He leads you downstairs. Questions spin around your head, but you’re not sure if it’s worth asking. Gaz only bothered to respond to one of the three you’ve asked so far, and it wasn’t the one that you were most interested in an answer to. So you stay quiet instead, taking in the layout of the big room. A front door and a back door, and windows that look out onto a forest on one side of the property, and more forest on the other side, beyond a large cleared space with a neat garden and a few fruit trees. There’s a second building that you can just see the corner of from the kitchen window, more likely a garage than a neighbour.

Gaz backs you up against the counter and leans down slightly, his hands gripping your thighs. You panic, the touch surprising you, and slap him across the face. The sharp sound makes you freeze, like it wasn’t you that had done it. He takes advantage of your surprise to shove you up onto the counter and grab both your hands with one of his, all the friendliness draining our of his eyes in an instant as he points a scolding finger at you. You feel like you’ve done something naughty that you’re not fully aware of the implications of yet, a badly trained dog or a child. “I’m going to let that one slide, because I understand that this is a big change for you. But you’re not going to like what happens if you try that again, understood?”

You nod quickly, your own eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry,” you say, the instinct for appeasement rearing it’s skittish little head.

And then the smile returns, as pretty as before, storm clouds blowing away as though they’d never been there to begin with. “It’s alright, doll. Just don’t do it again. And definitely don’t try that attitude on with the captain.” He taps the pointing finger against your nose playfully, and lets your hands drop back into your lap.

The rules seem simple enough. Be good and sweet, and get friendly faces in return, to a degree. No matter how cooperative you are, you doubt they’re going to let you go home. Fighting back means consequences, and you’re not sure how far those consequences will extend. If you’re too much trouble, it’s not a stretch to imagine that they’ll just kill you outright and try again with a meeker woman. You don’t yet know if death would be the more preferable outcome.

You pull your sweater down over your thighs. The black zip-up hoodie isn’t yours (the word Riley is stitched onto the front of it), but it’s big, and even though it smells faintly of cigarettes, it affords you at least a little modesty and comfort, more than the tank top and the sleep-shorts you’re wearing underneath do. Riley must be the third man. Was he the captain? Or was there a fourth one somewhere?

Johnny comes through the door carrying your suitcases, and he grins widely when he sees you, the charming, boyish one that you’d thought was handsome before. It’s only unnerving now. “Didja have a good sleep, bonnie?”

“You drugged me,” you accuse.

“Weel, of course. You were no’ goan ta come all peaceable, and LT wouldna be patient if ye were cryin’ the whole way here.” He trots upstairs, and you can hear him drop the bags with a thump, before he’s clattering back down the steps and leaning against the counter next to you. “How’d’ye like yer new home, bonnie? S’a nice place, aye? Better than tha’ little shoebox back in the city.”

“I like my apartment,” you protest.

“Psh, ye’d say tha’. Puttin’ on a brave face since yer such a good girl. But it wasna verra safe, was it? No’ a single neighbour paid us any mind while we were loadin’ up yer things. No’ a good place for a single girl, aye?” He reaches out and puts a big hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Now ye’ll be taken care of, like ye should be.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Nonsense. Ye’ll be glad, once ye get used to things. Already looks real homey in here, don’t ye think?” He gestures at the living room.

You twist to look, and your stomach sinks. Your throw pillows are on the couch, one of the afghans you crocheted hanging over the back of it. You recognize the titles of your books on the shelves. These men were nothing if not thorough, surgically removing your entire life and transplanting it to this house in the woods, with it’s wood panel walls and big, overstuffed leather couches.

He continues blithely, like he’s not delivering some of the most horrifying news you’ve ever heard. “Most of your furniture’s in the garage, ye can sort tha’ out with Price, aye? But we brought all yer clothes and decorations and whatnot in. Figure ye should wear tha’ pretty black sundress, an’ those long stockin’s with the clippy belt, ye ken the one? Cap’ll like those.”

They’d been through all your things. If you had anything left to throw up, you might’ve again. Gaz sets a glass of water on the counter next to you. “How d’you take your tea, doll?”

“Milk, two sugars,” Johnny answers for you. “Our sweet lass has a sweet tooth, aye?”

“How do you know that?” You can hear the quiver in your voice, and it doesn’t slip by either of them.

“Come oan, hen, ye ken I didna jus’ pick ye off the street. Did my research. Wouldna pick just anyone for the captain.”

“When he said he’d found the perfect girl, we didn’t believe him at first,” Gaz says, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen while the tea steeps. “But Ghost and I knew he was right, soon as we saw you.” He nods at the glass. “Drink your water. You haven’t had anything since last night.”

“Is it drugged?” you ask flatly.

“No, want ye awake for when Price gets here. Yer a real cute thing asleep, but we want him ta hear yer pretty voice and see that smile, aye?” Johnny reaches past you and picks up the glass of water, taking a big swig to demonstrate it’s harmlessness.

You take a careful sip when he hands it back to you, and then another, resisting the urge to just gulp the whole thing down. The door opens again, and the biggest man you’ve seen in your life walks in, wearing a black t-shirt and a mask with the jaw of a skull printed on it, pulled up over the lower half of his face. He looks at you dispassionately, and then at Gaz and Johnny. “What the ‘ell have you two muppets been sayin’ to the poor thing?” he asks, his voice rumbling like an avalanche. “She looks like she’s gonna faint.”

“Figure she’s just peaky,” Gaz says defensively. “I’m making her tea.”

The big guy swats Johnny’s hand away from your knee impatiently, and cages you in against the counter, one huge arm on either side of you. “How’re you feelin’ bird? Be honest.”

“Terrified,” you admit.

He chuckles. “Sensible, considerin’. But you don’t need to worry, olright? No one’s gonna hurt you, so long as you’re good. And you want to be good, don’t you, bird?”

You nod. You’d thought Gaz and Johnny were big, but this one’s huge, broad and tall and even scarier. It’s clear why they started off introducing themselves to you in the order they did. If this man had been the first thing you’d seen after waking up you probably would have gone into hysterics.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be good,” you say obediently, because you don’t see any other options, at least for the moment.

“Good girl,” he says, and there’s the slightest hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

Somehow, this is the most comforting thing that you’ve experienced all day. You won’t be hurt if you’re good, and you are being good.

He pushes back from the counter slightly, giving you more space, takes the mug of tea from Gaz, and hands it off to you. “Small sips,” he instructs. “And maybe a biscuit, if you think you can keep it down.”

“Are you the captain?” you ask nervously, gripping the mug with two hands.

“Hm? No. ‘e’s still about an hour out. I’m Simon. Ghost to these two.” He fishes an open package of biscuits out of the cupboard and sets them next to you. “Once you finish your tea, we’ll get you ready. Want to make a good first impression, right bird?”

“Not really,” you admit. “I’d like to go home.”

He laughs, at least finding your honesty amusing. “That won’t be ‘appenin’. If Price dun’t want you, I’ll keep you myself. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll like Price better. If you’re good for him, he’ll be real good to you, understood?”

You bite your tongue. It won’t do you any good to point out that a man that would accept a person as a gift is probably not capable of being good to anyone. Good is subjective, and the three men in front of you are lunatics. Their captain probably has the slightest bit stronger a grasp on his sanity, or a consistent moral code, if not a particularly righteous one. So you just keep your mouth shut, and drink your tea, and eat two chocolate digestives while Gaz and Johnny start collecting things to make dinner.

As soon as you set your empty mug to the side Ghost pops you down from the counter and ushers you upstairs with a big hand placed a little too low on your back. He tells you what to wear (down to the lingerie), but blessedly doesn’t insist on watching you get dressed. He does sit on the edge of the tub and watch you put on makeup, however, requesting red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Your hands are still a little shaky, but you manage to do as he asks. His eyes smile at you just a little when you’re obedient. You feel pathetic for not making a fuss, but you’re not sure what you can possibly do, except something stupid that will make them angry enough to hurt you.

He helps you into a pair of strappy red heels that had been languishing in the back of your closet before they dug everything out, and straightens the seam of your stockings, running his big hands up your calves. It’s like you’re a doll, dressed just how he wants, something to look pretty and say less than nothing, a gift for some other man you’ve never met to keep on a shelf.

Or worse, to play with.

You hear Johnny and Gaz greet someone downstairs, their voices loud and excited, and your heart skips nervously.

Ghost rises to his feet, smiling so big you can see it even with the mask. “Wait right here, pet,” he says firmly, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed while he goes off to greet his captain. “Want to introduce you proper.”

So you sit, and you wait, shaking and nervous, for what feels like eternity, until you hear Simon’s surprisingly light footfalls on the stairs again. He offers you a hand, and hoists you over his shoulder as soon as you’re on your feet, carrying you down into the living room.

“We all pitched in,” Gaz says, as casually as if he meant throwing in five dollars for a card. “But she was Soap’s idea.”

“Picked ‘er out special, Cap,” Johnny says. “She’s perfect for ye.”

“She?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “Don’t tell me you got me a dog.”

“Better than that, skipper.” Ghost laughs as he circles around the couch, and drops you carefully into the man’s lap, stepping into line with the other two. “We got you a wife.”

I've been low-key thinking about this concept since I read ohbo-ohno's Don't Leave Me Locked in Your Heart a while back (If you haven't read and you like a good dark fic, you should click that link, you may enjoy it). I think getting someone a person as a gift, or being given as a gift, rather, is a fun fucked up fantasy to explore. I'm not entirely sure where I'll take this but I promise to put in content warnings. Let me know if I miss something, I don't want anyone to be surprised by what they find!

Image Credits: Banner

Dividers: 1 - 2 - 3 by @/Cafekitsune

#cod mw fanfiction #cave writing #John Price x Reader #x reader #dark fic #Price please keep your dogs on leashes they are terrorizing women #The boys missed the real retirement party because they got emergency deployed and they've been trying to reschedule all year long #Good thing they've got such a good gift to make up for it #The homies in discord agree: These guys are unsettling

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Kiss and Make Up || Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: With the couple on a break, it’s hard for Daniel to see Y/N, especially when she’s looking so good in his favourite dress.

Song: Kiss and Make Up - Dua Lipa & BLACKPINK

Warnings: 18+ oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. A little bit of swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

a/n: I think (???) I’m getting a little better at writing smut. one day I swear I will write one without giggling after every sentence. enjoy!

Daniel's blood boils as he watches her, watches his girl at the centre of attention of his fellow drivers. He wants to be angry at her for entertaining them in the first place, but he's angrier at his so-called friends for gawking at her and passing off their obvious flirting as 'just being nice'. It's annoying because she knows she looks good - incredible, in fact - an emerald green satin dress hanging perfectly on her body, displaying just enough leg to be considered dangerous. It bothered him even more that he chose that particular dress, and now she was parading around in it for everyone to see; for everyone to stare and drool over her. He didn't like it one bit, but he didn't have a choice.

It was his fault that they were on a break. He'd lashed out, said horrible things. Tension had been brewing between them for a couple of weeks and she could sense he was about to burst. She hadn't done anything wrong; he could see that now. He'd had more than enough time to sit with his thoughts and come to regret everything he'd said, but she hadn't been interested in hearing his apology. At first, in his anger, he'd blamed her friends. He was convinced their influence had led her to her decision, that they'd been whispering in her ear and plotting against him for some time. However, deep down he knew it was nobody's fault but his own.

The 'will he, won't he' situation at Alpha Tauri had gotten the best of him. His overwhelming desire to race took up all of his attention, leaving Y/N completely on the sidelines. She'd understood, of course she had. Racing was Daniel's dream and she knew how important it was for him to find a seat and get back out on the track, but when things seemed to get difficult and look uncertain, Daniel directed his frustrations towards her.

"You're a fucking coward, d'you know that? Who are you to stand here and speak to me like that?"

"Oh, drop the bigger person act, Y/N. It wasn't too long ago that you were going through a rough time and - "

"Don't you fucking dare. You know that doesn't compare to the way you've been behaving. It is completely different."

"You know how important this is to me. Sorry, but I think I'm allowed to be a little stressed." He held his hands up in mock surrender which only irritated her further.

"A little stressed, yes. A total asshole? No."

"Where are you going?" He asked, watching her scoop up her phone and keys from the counter and stuff them into her pocket.

"Anywhere you are not. I can't be around you when you're like this, Daniel." Her voice cracked as she turned away, but she didn't allow him to see her cry. He may not have approved of her being the bigger person, but it's what she had to do. A text a couple of hours later confirmed her need for space, and after spending thirty straight minutes trying to type a response, Daniel realised he had to respect her wishes.

“Here.” Max interrupts, sliding a drink into Daniel’s hand.

“What’s this?”

“I couldn’t stand and watch you stare at her any longer. At least with a drink in your hand you actually look like you’re at this party and not just a creepy stalker.” He chuckles into his glass, the joke going over Daniel’s head, not even bringing the slightest smirk to his lips.

Max gulps, wincing a little at the strength of his drink. “Just go talk to her.” He says, eyes flicking between his friend and Y/N.

“I can’t. She wants space and I have to respect that.”

“Yeah, but anyone can see you’re not okay with that…”

Daniel knew Max had a point. As much as he wanted to give Y/N the space she needed and do everything he could to fix their relationship, he hated being away from her. He hated sitting across the room whilst she pretended he wasn’t there. She hadn’t looked at him once throughout the entire evening and it was starting to aggravate him. He needed to talk to her, even if it was just to find out how she was doing. He didn’t even know if that was a question he had the right to ask, but he wanted to anyway.

Plus, the way she was strutting around in those heels and playfully fixing her hair every few minutes was driving him insane. His eyes couldn’t resist following the trail from her feet, up her legs and to her hips. If she so much as leaned over the bar or stretched to grab something, he’d see beneath the thin green satin and hopefully find out she was wearing tiny, or perhaps no underwear.

He fidgets uncomfortably in his seat, setting his glass down on the table before his knuckles turn white from gripping it so tightly. As Y/N takes Carlos’ hand and twirls beneath his arm, Daniel jumps up from the stool, holding onto the table to steady his feet. “Hey, come on. You know they’re good friends.” Max warns, holding an arm out to try and stop him.

“Make your mind up, Max. You told me to go and talk to her.” He doesn’t even look at Max as he speaks, as his gaze remains fixed on Y/N whilst she dances with the Ferrari driver. There’s nothing suggestive between their dance, and it’s not the first time Daniel has seen them together like this, but he’s suddenly not as comfortable with it as he usually is.

“I think you should calm down a bit first.” Max tries to be stern with the older driver, but he knows his words are going through one ear and straight out the other side. Daniel glances at the Dutchman and gives only a second of thought to his words, then chooses to ignore them entirely.

Stepping past Max’s arm, he makes his way into the crowd and closer to Y/N. Mid-conversation, Charles and Pierre’s heads turn to the Australian as he weaves around clumsy partygoers, almost parting the room in two to get through. The two of them shuffle closer to the bar to get a better view as he reaches Carlos and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Can I cut in?” He asks, once again not bothering to look at who he’s speaking to. Instead he looks down at Y/N, who glares up at him with cold, unblinking eyes.

“Sure.” Carlos mutters, stepping aside, failing to notice Y/N tightening her grip on his hand to try and stop him. Daniel takes his place, his hands awkwardly hovering near her waist.

“Are you going to wrap your arms around me, or just stand there?” She asks abruptly, her tone coming out a lot more aggressively than she’d intended.

Daniel’s hands find her waist and pull her closer, making sure no one else can hear their conversation. Her hands are pressed against his chest awkwardly, all attention concentrating on her feet so she doesn’t fall.

“What do you want, Daniel?” She sighs, exasperation and downright exhaustion evident in her voice. This makes Daniel’s stomach turn and part of him wants to fall to the ground and beg for her forgiveness. He never thought he’d see the day when he’d be the one to make her feel like this. She was disappointed in him, and he was kicking himself for ever uttering a bad word to her.

“I need to apologise - “

“No, you just needed to get me on my own away from the guys.”

Her icy tone catches him off guard, but he feels he deserves it. As much as he’s desperate to finally apologise, he can’t deny that seeing her spending her night with everyone but him was making him jealous. He’d watched her friendships with the drivers blossom over time, especially Carlos and Lance, yet seeing their arms around her and smiles aimed in her direction tonight drove him crazy.

“Am I wrong?” She mocks, reluctantly wrapping her arms around his neck for the sake of her own comfort.

Daniel chooses not to answer, which is an answer in itself. She sniggers, looking off to the side to see the group all engaged in conversation with one another. She knows they’re all putting on an act and pretending not to eavesdrop. Those drivers love a gossip just as much as the next person.

“I don’t like seeing you with them.” Daniel finally admits, his voice low. He doesn’t intend for the entire grid to know his business.

“It’s never bothered you before.”

“Well this time is different.”

“How?”

“Because you’re not speaking to me.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Silence falls between the couple, Y/N’s hold around Daniel’s neck loosening. He reaches up and grabs her hands, readjusting them and holding her wrists tightly. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She asks, glaring up at him, a devious smile poking at her lips.

“Don’t try to walk away from me.” He lets go of her arms, letting them float down to her sides as he leans in close, lips pressed against her ear. “Especially not when you’re dressed like that.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes at his words. A poor and sorry attempt at winning her back, yet completely expected from Daniel. “You think sex is going to fix this?”

“Who said anything about sex?” He plays dumb but she sees straight through him. That had always been a thing in their relationship; they were both terrible liars, or rather couldn’t lie to each other as the other could always spot it.

Stepping back, she calls over to Kika who’s stood between Pierre and Charles, tracing circles around the rim of her glass. “Bathroom.” She smiles and Kika nods, slipping away from the table.

Daniel sees this and steps forward, blocking Kika’s path. “Actually, she doesn’t need you to go with her.”

“Daniel - “ Y/N snaps, cut off by his arm linking with hers and pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Come on.” He barges through the doors, squeezing the two of them into the first stall and turning the lock.

“I can’t believe you just spoke to Kika like that.” She whispers angrily, yanking her arm out of his grasp.

“She’ll get over it.”

“Pierre won’t.”

Y/N folds her arms over her chest, leaning against the flimsy cubicle as Daniel’s eyes wander around the small space. She sighs, heels scraping against the ground as she stands back up straight. “Well you got me here. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Actually, I don’t. Did you bring me in here to apologise… or was there something else?” There’s a shift in her tone and a look in her eye that Daniel instantly recognises. He knows she’s still angry at him, but sees there’s a part of her that wants him just as much as he wants her.

Sparing her a proper response, he slips a knee between her legs and pushes her against the wall. It shakes a little, encouraging a small smile to appear on her face. “You disappoint me, Ricciardo.” She purrs, running a perfectly manicured finger across his jaw.

“Something tells me you’re not so disappointed.” He grinds his knee upwards, pressing it against her clothed pussy. She groans, body slumping forward in pleasure. He catches her with his chest, pushing her back up, keeping her upright against the wall. “Does that sound like the moans of a disappointed woman?”

“Shut up.” She hisses, delicate fingers wrapping around his throat to pull him in for a kiss. Daniel moans, the sound strangled as her nails dig into his neck. The kiss is entirely in her control as she holds him in place, squeezing his throat just enough to make his breath hitch. She draws back, sucking his tongue between her lips and letting it go with a quiet popping sound.

“If we do this, it doesn’t magically fix anything.” She breathes, releasing her grip on him to rest her hand on his chest.

Daniel is smart enough to know better, and knows that hasty sex in a bathroom stall isn’t going to mend all of their problems, but he’s too turned on and fuelled by liquid courage to care. Running his hand over the top of hers, he links their fingers and flips her around to face the wall, pressing her palm flat against the cold wood. She yelps in surprise as he uses his free hand to hike her dress up. He’s delighted to see the black lace that’s barely covering her, and he hooks his forefinger through the waistband to pull her ass towards him. “Planned on getting lucky tonight, huh?” He taunts, his fingers tracing the patterns in the lace.

“I was hoping one of the guys would take me home.” She quips sarcastically, bending over more and grinding her ass against his hand. Daniel groans, letting go of her hand so he can use both freely. He grabs her ass and spreads her legs, his mouth falling open at the sight of her pussy peeking through her underwear.

Wasting no time, he drops to his knees and pushes the thin string to the side, giving him full access to the part of her he needs the most. Feeling his hot breath against her exposed cunt, she gasps, parting her legs even further. “That’s it.” Daniel hums, taking his middle finger and running it slowly through her folds. Y/N’s legs quiver as he touches her, barely inserting a finger as he concentrates on circling her pussy and feeling just how soaked she is. His finger eventually finds its way to her clit, flicking gently against the swollen bud, making her whole body twitch with arousal.

She moans his name, the word elongated on her tongue. He stops for a second, lying his hand flat against her core. “Shh… You don’t want people hearing us now, do you?” He whispers.

Squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to suppress any further sounds, Y/N nudges Daniel with her leg, urging him to continue. Instead, he grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to him, her feet sliding along the slippery tiled floor. “Let me taste you, baby.” The sound of his voice disappears between her legs, her thighs almost cupping his cheeks as he finds her clit with his tongue. The tip of his tongue swipes across her clit, slowly then repetitively in a rhythm. His hands hold onto her thighs tightly, his fingers leaving indentations in the supple skin.

Y/N sinks her teeth into the back of her hand, trying her best to stay quiet. Saliva and bite marks cover the spot just above her wrist whilst Daniel buries his head further and laps up her pussy like a starving animal. His nose pokes between her folds, and the newfound friction elicits a heavy exhale from deep within her chest.

Desperate to keep that nose she loves so much as close to her as possible, she reaches behind to grab Daniel’s head and guide him to the perfect spot. Fingers tangling in his hair and clutching at the roots, she rides his face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue flat against her clit, and the tip of his nose pressing into her. Daniel holds his breath as she ruts her hips against his face, gripping her thighs until it hurts. She winces, tensing the muscles as she rests her forehead against the wall, teeth still gnawing on her hand. He grunts, the sound sending a vibration to her clit and throughout her entire body, making her knees buckle beneath her. He catches her, supporting her body with his hands alone as he delves his face deeper to suck her clit into his mouth.

Losing all sense of caring, Y/N lets her hand fall free from her lips, releasing a stifled moan that echoes around the bathroom stall. Her thighs squeeze together involuntarily as she comes, and Daniel has to prize them open to set himself free. He stands, hands fumbling with his jeans as he sloppily lays kisses on the back of her shoulder, his chin still slick with moisture, so much so that Y/N can smell her own scent filling the air.

“What did I tell you about staying quiet?” Daniel whispers, his lips barely touching the back of her ear.

“I’m sort of sick of you telling me what to do.” She retorts, attempting to hide the shakiness in her voice. Daniel rolls his eyes, trying to ignore her words as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving them bunched around his ankles. He knows she’s not just talking about the present, but he’s too desperate to feel her wrapped around his cock to let it bother him. He hasn’t been able to touch her for weeks, and seeing her spread wide for him like this is enough to almost push him to the edge already.

Hands gripping her dress around her waist, he pulls her towards him, sliding his cock inside her effortlessly. Mutual gasps of pleasure and hissed curse words slip off of their tongues as he bottoms out inside of her, his clammy hands losing grip of the satin. Reaching round to grab her arms, he crosses her wrists and holds them behind her back, forcing her cheek against the wall to support her upper body. There’s an aggression to his actions, one hand holding her wrists and another snaking its way into her hair. Tugging her head back, he leans forward, his face beside hers. She looks at him through her peripheral vision, a smug smile on her face as she notices his slack jaw and half-lidded eyes. Daniel was never truly in control when it came to Y/N. The effect she had on him was dangerous and made him want to do things unimaginable. All she had to do was look at him a certain way and he’d literally and figuratively drop to his knees for her.

Daniel’s slow thrusts tell her that he doesn’t plan on lasting very long. Despite his tight hold on her and rough fingers in her hair, his hips roll in leisurely circles, the tip of his cock stroking her g-spot in a deliciously torturous rhythm. The restroom door creaks, a collection of footsteps clattering along the floor outside. With shadows passing the stall and voices filling the space, Daniel drops his hand from Y/N’s hair, instead using it to cover her mouth and keep her quiet. She tilts her head, sucking his forefinger into her mouth, her tongue wet and warm and making Daniel’s cock twinge inside of her. He moans, trying to swallow the sound so nobody will hear.

Daniel’s wet finger trails out of her mouth and down her neck, drawing a line of her own saliva along her throat. Wrapping his arm across her upper body, he holds her close as he fucks her, the heat between them making his shirt stick to his chest. Beads of sweat run down the back of Y/N’s neck and under her dress. Even beneath the harsh bathroom lighting, her skin glistens and looks good enough for Daniel to taste, to lick clean.

Voices gather at the sinks, water running and paper towels unravelling from the holders. Daniel silently prays for them to hurry up and leave, the feeling of Y/N’s pussy clenching around his dick becoming too much to bear. The muffled sounds of the music outside briefly fill the room, before disappearing behind the door. He releases his breath with a long groan, his body slumping against hers. “Finally.” He hisses, stepping back and pulling her ass with him, bending her into a perfect L-shape.

Relieved to be alone again, their pants and moans circle around the stall as Daniel drives his hips back and forth, quickening the pace. His firm grip on her ass cheeks leaves little white outlines around his fingers as he coaxes himself to climax. Hearing the sweet sounds coming from her mouth sends him over the edge, his thighs stiffening as he comes inside her, his body jolting forward in ecstasy. She straightens, resting her body against the wall with Daniel pressed against her back, his sweaty forehead slumped onto her shoulder. He pulls out with a huff, his cock leaking with cum and legs feeling sore.

Y/N readjusts and pulls her dress down, smirking to herself as she feels cum drip out of her and pool inside her underwear. She runs her hands through her hair, hoping she looks presentable as she turns to face Daniel. He zips his jeans and smiles at her, but doesn’t earn a smile back. “I told you, this doesn’t change anything.” She states flatly, reaching for the lock. He stops her, taking her hand in his.

“Come home with me.” He pleads, running his thumb softly over her knuckles, a stark contrast to the way he’d touched her just a few minutes prior.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Daniel’s expression remains serious. He opens his mouth to repeat himself, but she cuts him off with a defeated sigh. “Fine. But we leave now. I don’t need to be dealing with questions.”

“Deal.” He smiles, earning an eye roll from her as she unlocks the door and heads out, her heels clicking against the tile. He follows close behind, the satisfied grin never leaving his face.

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𝕾𝖔 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖞

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of blood, thriller, gore, death

♡synopsis: Y/n's not afraid of the dark... maybe she might be scared of what's in the dark. The ghosts? monsters? death hunting her down ready to grab her by its fist? of course not. She's scared of her ex.... he's so scary....

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Y/n yawned as she walked down the creepy, dark hallways of the abandoned high school. Tables scattered here and there, blood splatters dried ones and even fresh ones, painting the ground and wall. Evidence of human life being tortured and tormented for days before being ripped into pieces and left on the ground, rotting into the floorboards. Y/n was rather more disgusted, shocked the police hasn't once come across this place... Oh wait- that's a dead officer from the 90's seems he died a few weeks ago. Why was she here exactly?

It's stupid of course. Her dear friend who had been acting weird lately, dragged her to this place, challenging her claiming she'll die of fear before the ghost even gets to her. Y/n was no idiot, denying any invitation to the murder house. Yet Angela Yin, her best friend, dragged her in, the doors shutting behind them, and jammed shut. Then Angela went missing. That's how y/n found herself wandering the empty classroom where the ugly thing was just a second ago. She groaned, grabbing a key she found as she walked toward a door that had a matching lock.

She's ran into the killer once, it left a fog of smoke, causing her trip over small thing. It's nails disgusting and long like claws, head snapped off, hanging backwards. Eyes gauged out and mouth wide open. It was disgusting. its arms reached forward, but it can only see behind itself. That helped y/n, it was so blind it didn't bother looking in the cabinet where she hid in pure silence.

Just as she was about to put the key in the lock, a thick black liquid, slid from under the door, taking over the big, thick wooden rectangle, that blocked whatever was in that room from her. She groaned, arms crossed, as her foot tapped against the tattered floor impatiently, she stared at the many creepy hands holding eyeballs and organs waving them around through the now blackened, inky door. "What do you want from my ghost?... In my 18 years the worst thing I'd ever done to hurt anyone was being sarcastic and throwing parties when I'm home alone, now did that hurt you?" she asked as the eyeballs glared right at her.

"na how bout we talk about what YOU did? kill everyone who tried to send you to a better place, figure out a crime, or at least run home to their family? I don't know why Angela dragged me here, but once I drag that bitch home she's getting it. And you listen to me. I know deep inside you know you did something wrong, hence you killed so many innocent people and are trying to haunt me. I'm not scared of you because you were once a human like me... So why don't you get out of my way, and I leave you alone if you leave me and possibly Angela alone too kay?"

Y/n said confidently as if negotiating with a person who's afraid of her. yet the thick inky liquid disappeared, and the door opened. "That's what I thought." she said, dragging her sharp rusty metal weapon along with her. Yet the doors closed, there stood Angela, eyes pure black, veins visible in her arms and face, no longer blue or purple but black. Her teeth grew sharp as she approached y/n, her bony hands wrapped tightly around y/n's neck, choking her. "Fuck- Angela- What the fuck?! stupid ghost bitch I thought I told you we had a deal." Y/n choked out.

However the girl let go of y/n impulsively, as she fainted, the ghost screaming as it was forced out of her. There she saw a sight that scared her most "Nishimura No......." she mumbled as Riki dusted himself off. "Yes.... Im back baby." he said with a smirk. She threw a table at him and rushed outside, now lost in the dark woods, there, vulnerable, and in the depths of danger, possible vampires and Werewolves that had escaped the military's hold, roaming around in need of blood. That's why she broke up with him.

"Wow babe, one way to say thank you for saving your life, and hi to your darling boyfriend" Riki's deep voice echoed as he walked out from behind the trees. She backed away from him. Her ex. Riki. She broke up with him after she saw her suck the blood of her cousin. "I told you already we're broken up." she said mustering up enough courage to at least try to sound like she was confident in her words. "No you made that decision. Not me, so sorry you're stuck with me." he said as y/n glared at him. He groaned running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Darling.... I only drink blood of a human when I need to, and I only suck the blood of those who do wrong in the world and you know what your cousin did to you..." he said as he gently grabbed her arm, scanning over the healing scars on her arms. She gently pulled away, feeling herself falling into his love trap yet again, like a moth to a flame. "You're not scared of my love.... you're clearly scared for me... y/n I love you and you're mine you can never change that. I don't understand why me being half demon half vampire scares you.... I'd never hurt you... you know it. They can't ever kill me, I'm practically immortal.... So please. take my hand and let me take you to OUR home." he said as he grabbed her arm... yet she pulled away roughly.

"Nishimura Riki. I may love you... but I don't trust you... I don't want you anymore.... Im over you..." she said, almost as if convincing herself, "Then you leave me no choice." He said, yanking her into his embrace, teeth stabbing into her collarbone.... He imprinted her, kissing her lovingly right after. There's no turning back now "I'll go home then-" Angela suddenly said walking toward her boyfriends car, as y/n was still dazed.

She was his now. She realized how too such perfect care of her, before their break up, and even now, as she stared at the permanent mark on her collarbone in the reflection of the mirror. She didn't find him so scary anymore. The comforting environment of his groans of annoyance every time he lost a game his comfortable room, his cologne intertwining in the air, the large white sweater that slipped off her shoulder, so comfortable as she hugged it closer to her skin, his sweater...He's not so scary after all...

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+†+🪦 A Pɾσρҽɾ Bʅαƈƙ Bυʅʅ Wҽʅƈσɱҽ!

Summary: when you date a Magic Knight Captain, it's only a matter of time until you meet their Knights! A/N: just some fluff for Yami! I tried to include as many characters as I could but I'm still getting used to writing multiple chars in one scene. Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: swearing, suggestive jokes

╰┈➤ "Is this really where Suke lives?" you asked nobody as you approached his base. "He's always told me not to visit, but this place is just... creepy. Still, I feel bad for making him visit me all the time. Why not pay him a surprise visit?"

You had been dating the famed Captain of the Black Bulls, Yami Sukehiro, for a few months--4 to be exact--and things were starting to get serious with him.

But they were never serious enough for you to meet his squad.

Sure, you had seen them in passing, tagging along with him on missions, but you've never met the Black Bulls in person. It was like they were his kids that he never wanted you to meet for whatever reason. Whenever you tried to ask him if you could meet them, he'd always say: "Nah, not happening. I don't need you meeting those knuckleheads; they'd probably blabber some stupid story and scare you off, and I don't need that."

For the better part, he actually made the effort to go and see you wherever you were. He'd venture as many miles as needed in order to do so. He also just never introduced you to the public in general because he was scared of someone going after you for a vendetta or revenge against Yami (he was a man with many enemies, after all). So, he was content with just going on private dates in secluded bars or spending the night at your place. Any chance he could take to spend time with you, he'd snatch it right up.

Why did you venture to the secretive Black Bulls hideout in the first place? Well, Yami had been busy with training for a while. The missions were swamping him, and his efforts to keep the devils at bay were, inadvertently, keeping your relationship at bay as well. He never had any time to leave the hideout unless it was to go on a mission or to an official summons, and because you were basically forbidden from going to HQ, it meant all you could do was communicate via letters.

And you were sick and tired of it.

You were an impatient girl. You didn't like being basically banned from seeing your boyfriend, no matter how legitimate his causes or concerns were.

You haven't had dick in ages--you were starting to lose feeling down there!! And lord knows his dick was good, so good it left you unable to walk on several occasions.

But you weren't there just to fuck him (although it was a big bonus of dating him); you were there to mend your little broken heart.

So, that's how you wound up on their doorstep. You went at a time which you knew it'd be empty, so you were sure you wouldn't have to meet those bulls. Even if he, himself, was out, you could just wait in his room as a little welcome home surprise.

"I don't suppose I have to knock before entering," you muttered, grabbing the latch of the door and opening the giant wooden slab. Just as you'd expected: the place was empty. Not a peep to be heard throughout the entire tower of oddly shaped rooms and windows that were jutting out of the wrong places.

"Well, this sure ain't too bad. I thought it'd be in ruins by the way Suke described it," you thought to yourself. As you stepped on the cobblestone floors and ventured inside the place, you took note of it. It had a certain charm to it, like a cozy tavern you'd seek refuge from a storm in. There were torches lit up by mana, different flags hanging from the walls, and a big bar in the left side of the room. "If he wasn't so protective of me, I could imagine myself living here with him..."

"Hello... who are... you?" a ghostly voice suddenly said from the hallway.

"Gah! Wait- is it seriously haunted? Was Sukehiro telling me the truth this whole time?!" You immediately hid behind a couch when you saw the mint-haired man standing there.

"I'm... not... a... ghost! I... keep... this... place... running," the ghost said.

"Are you sure? Because you certainly don't look too- gah!" this time, you were surprised to feel that all your mana was being drained from you, simply by being close to the man.

"I'm.. sorry... I... drain... people's... mana... on... accident. Don't... stand... too... close."

"Figured as much," you muttered, somehow able to break free from the man's mana pull. "I knew I shouldn't have come here... I thought all of you would be out for the day."

"You... didn't... answer... my... question. Who... are... you?"

"Oh, right... sorry about that," you said, rubbing the back of your neck, "I'm, uh... I'm Captain Yami's girlfriend. I came here hoping that none of you would be around, but it seems as though I made a mistake. I thought all of you would be on missions for sure!"

The man's ghostly face lit up in surprise when he realized who you were. "Oh! I... know... you... or, at least... I've... heard... of you... Captain Yami's... always... talking... about... some girl... who... he's... been... dating. We all... just... thought... that he... was... lying."

"You seriously thought that he was lying?" you asked in disbelief. "Then again, he is an acquired taste... Anyway, what's your name?"

"My... name's... Henry. I... don't... go on... missions... because... I'm... too... weak, and I'm... bound... to... this... house."

"Too weak?" you asked, feeling a bit sorry for the guy. "Jeez, that must suck. Anyway, Henry, nice to meet you- ahhh!!" he started draining your mana on accident again and you pulled away.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, Henry; I forgot about your little quirk," you reassured him with a wave of the hand.

"You're... really... pretty. Too... pretty... to... be... dating the... Captain," Henry remarked, making you snicker.

"Well, thank you, Henry! Yeah, you probably couldn't picture him and I together, if I'm being honest. I guess I just have a thing for oblivious brutes," you giggled, making him smile in return. "Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Captain Yami about my impromptu appearance; he doesn't want me hanging around you guys. Somethin' about 'putting me in danger'? As if I could be put in danger," you remarked rather confidently. "I'm not really the type to submit to his wishes all that easily, but he seemed pretty serious about keeping our relationship under wraps. If you don't mind me, I'll be on my merry way-"

"Wait...! The... others... are... supposed to be... back... soon! You'll... get... caught... if you... don't... hide!" Henry warned you suddenly.

"H-Huh? Really?!" you asked him, already freaking out.

As if on cue, you could hear several voices chattering from the other side of the door, and you looked around in panic, trying to find a hiding spot. Henry was blocking the hallway, and if you got too close to him, you'd probably faint on the spot. You tried to hide behind the bar, only for the door to literally break down as the rowdy Black Bulls made their way home. You knew they were loud, but you didn't know that they were the type to break down doors! At the sight of the bunch, you instinctively froze up in fear, akin to a deer in headlights. You ducked for the nearest couch, hoping that they'd choose to go in the opposite direction.

"Did you guys see the way I took that guy down?! It was awesome! I totally surpassed my limits out there!!" A rather enthusiastic, short boy said to the others. That must've been Asta: the anti-magic user.

"You were pretty good out there--not that I'm complimenting you or anything! I'm still royalty compared to you," a similarly short girl with silver hair said. Based on how she was jabbing the boy with her words, that was probably Noelle.

"Just you wait, Asta--I'm gonna get stronger than you!" another guy with a mohawk and glasses said. Magna, if you weren't mistaken.

"I'd like to see you try to get stronger than him! If you do, then I'll spar with you until I get even stronger!" a blonde boy with a psychopathic smile quipped. Luck.

"Just don't go around breaking shit, okay, you numbskulls?" your oh-so handsome boyfriend Yami Sukehiro sighed. "We don't have the money to keep repairing the damage you guys cause."

"I'm going to go worship my sister, Marie," a guy with an apparent sister complex said: Gauche, to be precise.

"What a weirdo," you said to yourself. A few of their heads turned in the direction of your voice, and you hid your entire body behind the couch.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it was telling the truth."

"If you boys don't mind, I'm gonna go have a drink at the bar!" a female voice said, her words already slurred.

"Aren't you already drunk, Vanessa?" another guy asked the witch.

"What's one more drink, Finral? You should come join me!" she replied. You quickly realized you were in deep shit when you remembered that the couch you were hiding behind was right next to the bar.

Well, this is the end, you thought. There was no way you could hide from these guys now. Even if you tried to make a run for it, your boyfriend was right there, and he'd probably teach you a lesson!!

You braced yourself for when the witch, Vanessa, would see you... which was right at that moment. "Umm, guys? Why is there a stranger hiding behind our couch?"

Your eyes shot open in fear, and you looked up at the girl, your face red with embarrassment. "Vanessa, what are you talking about? Are you seriously seeing things?- Oh, hubba, hubba!" the guy named Finral said once he saw you. "If I knew that cute girls would be sneaking into our hideout, I'd leave the door unlocked more often!"

One by one, all the Black Bulls clamored around the couch, wondering who, exactly, the two were talking about. They were all in wonder until Yami came over. Oh, how you dreaded this from the moment you walked in...

"(Y/N)--what the hell are you doing in my base?!" said boyfriend asked, making you flinch with how loudly he asked that question.

"Heh... hi, Suke," you said quietly, only for the man to pick you up by the scruff of your collar and make you stand up.

"Wait, do you actually know that girl, Captain Yami?" Finral asked the man.

"He sure does..." you said meekly.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Great, this is just what I needed: my Bulls slobbering all over my girlfriend..."

"Did you just say GIRLFRIEND?!" all of them asked in unison.

"I guess there's no time like the present," the man finally relented. Yami stopped pinching his nose and instead wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you next to him. "Everyone, this is my girlfriend of four months."

"GIRLFRIEND OF FOUR MONTHS?!"

"I didn't even know a woman could stand to be in your presence, let alone for that amount of time!" Noelle exclaimed.

"So, you mean to tell me that you bagged a babe like her?! Captain, you need to give me your secrets!!!" Finral said, practically on the verge of losing it at this revelation.

"Don't call my girlfriend a babe, pipsqueak!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!! SO YOU MEAN TO TELL US THAT YOU WEREN'T LYING ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND ALL THIS TIME?!" Asta exclaimed, his voice drowning out everyone else's questions. "PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MA'AM--MY NAME IS ASTA AND I'M FROM HAGE VILLAGE, AND YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL!!"

"Stop yelling in my girlfriend's ear, are you trying to make her go deaf?!" Yami asked Asta before grabbing his lips and shutting him up forcefully.

"Would you like to spar with me?!" Luck asked, way too enthusiastically for his own good.

"How about a drink?" Vanessa asked.

"A nice, warm meal would be a great welcome for her!" Charmy proposed.

"I don't care if you're Yami's girlfriend: if you touch my sister Marie, I'll kick your ass," Gauche threatened you directly.

"Creep..." Yami muttered. "For the love of the Wizard King, all of you get off of her and stop harassing her with all your questions!!" he barked, now pissed off at the situation.

"Yes, Captain Yami, sir," all of them said, piping down finally.

"This is exactly why I didn't introduce her to all of you; none of you know how to act properly!" Yami yelled again, this time gritting his teeth in anger. You could tell he was getting riled up, so you put your hand on his chest and silently told him to calm down. His frustrated expression settled down to a simple frown, and he offered you a tiny smile. "Sorry, princess."

"I've never seen someone rein him in so easily," one of the bulls remarked in wonder.

"It's clear that Yami appreciates this woman and that we should treat her with the same respect with which we'd treat one of our own," Gordon whispered. Everyone still side-eyed him for how quiet he was being.

Yami took a deep breath and faced his subordinates again. "Anyway, this is my girlfriend of 4 months: (Y/N) (L/N). I expect all of you to treat her with the same respect you'd treat me, just as Gordon said." Everyone nodded, and for once he didn't feel like bashing their heads in.

"Captain Yami, if you don't mind me asking: how come we haven't met her before if she's so important to you?" one of them asked this time.

"Because, if I introduced her to all of you, one of you would blabber your mouths, and then word would get out that I had a girlfriend. That would put her in some serious danger, considering how many foes we face and enemies we have," Yami explained--and quite calmly at that. "And I like keeping my personal life separate from my life as Captain. I don't want the two to intermingle, even if both lives are equally important to me."

"I guess that makes sense..."

You decided that it was your turn to speak: "truth be told, Suke's always been so overprotective of me. He thinks I'm some delicate little flower who needs to be guarded at all costs, even if I'm a stage 0 mage. It's honestly ironic, considering how his type is strong women," you added with a giggle.

"Well, I can't let you get hurt because of me, princess," he said to you quietly. "Even if you are strong, there's always the chance that someone might go looking for you."

"Look at him, he's so protective of her! It's honestly kinda cute," Vanessa remarked, taking another sip of her drink. Yami merely glared at her before looking at all of them again.

"How come she found out about the base if you're so protective of her? Isn't its location supposed to be private?"

This was a question meant for you, it seemed, even if it was directed at Yami. "Well... your horse and buggy's a little quick to give up information if you're pretty enough," you giggled mischievously, playing with your hair as if you were innocent.

"Finral!" Yami said through gritted teeth.

"I-I just figured she was curious!" the boy said, trembling at the possibility of being punished by their Captain.

"I guess I just have my ways," you giggled again. "I couldn't stay away from my boyfriend for too long, not when I have needs!" you shot a wink at Yami, and all he could do was blush in place.

"I don't even wanna know what those needs are..."

"Don't speak of such things around my sister, Marie," Gauche quipped, making you furrow your brow.

"She's not even here--that's a picture you're holding!!"

"She's here in spirit."

"Stop starting fights when we have guests," Noelle interjected, being the voice of reason for once. She then decided to ask you a question. "So, I simply have to know: what possessed you to date the man for four months? From what I've seen, he's not the most perceptive man out there!"

"Noelle, you can't just say that about our captain in front of his girlfriend!" Asta said to Noelle.

She huffed in response. "As if you'd be any better!!"

"Slander my name to her like that and I'll kill both of you," Yami threatened them, making them both jump.

"But I didn't even do anything wrong!" Asta whined defensively.

"To be honest," you started, making everyone look at you again. "I was the one who initially had a crush on him. I know he's not everyone's type, but he sure is mine. Anyway, it was kinda hard getting him to notice my feelings for him. In the end, all it took was for me to simply confess my feelings for him and hope that he'd reciprocate them! And Suke may not look like the boyfriend type, but he's actually the most caring and considerate man I've ever met; he just doesn't show any of you that side... At least, not as forwardly as he does to to me."

Noelle thought about your words, and she couldn't exactly do anything but take your word for it. "If you say so... But, I still just don't get it! You're so... pink, and he's so... whatever he is!"

"Well, everyone has their type," you shrugged.

"But, how do you deal with his bowel issues?"

"Noelle!"

You couldn't help but giggle at her question. "By buying extra toilet paper, of course!"

"(Y/N)..." Yami trailed off, embarrassed by the topic. "All of you: bowel issues are no laughing matter! I go through battles every single day in that room."

"Yeah, we know."

After the Black Bulls laughed at your little statements, he decided to move on to the next part: "alright, enough of a Q&A session. Since you came all this way, I'd imagine you'd be staying over for dinner?"

Your stomach growled in response to his question. "Oh, yes, please. I'm starving--this place is so far from the nearest town!"

"Not to worry, my fair lady!" Charmy suddenly said, standing up on the table. "Chef Charmy here will cook up an amazing feast to welcome you to our humble abode!"

You looked at Charmy and then at Yami. "Can the half-dwarf really do that--cook well?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Her food is rich with mana."

"Fear not," Charmy repeated, "for you deserve a proper Black Bull welcome!"

Just as Yami promised you: Charmy cooked up a feast fit for several kings from far away lands and then some. Her cotton magic combined with her food magic made for plenty of meals and dishes to go around, and, although simplistic in their nature, each meal left you wanting more.

You were, of course, seated beside your boyfriend Yami (you were almost touching him), and the pink-haired witch, Vanessa, decided to sit on the other side. "You simply must try this drink, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, I don't drink much, but thanks for the offer," you said. Your efforts were in vain, seeing as she had already filled your cup.

"Don't overdo it, princess. I don't want you stumbling about the place. Y'know, since you can't really handle your liquor," Yami warned you.

"I'll try not to, Suke."

After filling up your cup, Vanessa decided to ask you a boatload of questions, as did all the other Black Bulls. Asta asked you about your family back at home; Vanessa asked you about your relationship; Luck asked you about your fighting skills; Gordon asked if he could be your friend (and make a doll that resembled you?); etc. All the other Bulls asked you unique questions that were different according to their personalities and interests, and you were happily to answer all of them. It wasn't everyday that you got to talk about your wonderful relationship!

As the night settled down, though, a certain personal question was asked by a certain witch who was to your right. "So, (Y/N), I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... are you happy in your relationship?" It was on brand for the witch, considering that she liked to talk about relationships and was also quite drunk.

"Vanessa, don't ask those kinds of questions," Yami warned the witch. "You've just met her-"

You answered it, though, regardless of how personal it was. Maybe it was the alcohol that opened you up more, but you gave her a smile and said: "more than you could imagine, Vanessa. Suke makes me happy in ways I cannot imagine. Brash as he might be, he still cares for me, and I can see that he also cares about the lot of you in his own special way. You're his family, after all; I'm just the lucky girl who he chose to open up to." It was more than you intended to say, but it got the point across pretty well. You took another sip of your drink, unaware of the way that they looked at you.

"Wow, that's... I sure am glad that you're happy!" Vanessa exclaimed, throwing her arm around your shoulder (and almost falling out of her chair).

"We all are, (Y/N)," Noelle also said with a slight smile.

"We might've just met you, but if you're a friend of Captain Yami's, then you're a friend of ours!" Asta exclaimed.

"I hope we can be great friends," Gordon whispered.

With each praise, each remark of approval, you couldn't help but smile at them. Truth be told, you'd been longing for a group of people who you could call home. Much like Noelle, you, too, had been shunned by your family for reasons you couldn't explain. Yami had been your lighthouse, your guiding rock all this time, but the idea that there was a whole other group out there who you could lean on for support kept your spirits up.

You might've just met them, but you already felt at home.

"Welcome to the fold, kid," Yami muttered into your ear before kissing the skin behind it.

Now that dinner was all cleaned up and over with, the two of you retired to Yami's bedroom. He shut the door behind him quietly, breathing a sigh of relief. "(Y/N), you have no idea the heart attack you almost gave me back there." Although he let the stoic mask drop and be replaced by the softness that he showed you, he still couldn't help but scold you. "Seriously--I wasn't prepared to introduce you to all of them."

"I didn't mean to surprise you like that, I just... look, I planned on sneaking in and going to your room and surprising you there. I wanted to see you--you've been so busy these past few weeks! I really didn't mean to meet them so early," you said, taking your earrings off and putting them on the nightstand.

Yami took the opportunity to sneak behind you and wrap his arms around your body. "I know I've been busy, princess; I would've snuck you in if you asked me to, though."

"I was impatient, Suke. You know how long those letters take to deliver; I wanted to see you today."

He didn't scold you; rather, he chuckled deeply and pressed his lips to the top of your head. "Well, aren't you an impatient princess?"

"You gave me that title, Sukehiro," you quipped, making him chuckle again.

"I guess I did."

After a few moments of silence, and after you'd taken your jewelry off, he took the opportunity to hug you tighter and let his lips travel down your neck. "Well, since you're here... I might as well get that loving in, hmm?"

"You might as well," you quipped. You stopped talking, instead letting him kiss your neck and your shoulder. You were so small in his arms--like a goddamn kitten! Even though you were strong, confident & fierce in your daily life, when you were with your beloved, you were like putty in his big hands, reduced to mush in a matter of moments.

"Good god, woman, I've missed you," he growled, letting his big hand trail up your shirt. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge to just drop everything and come running to you."

"That's no way for a Magic Knight Captain to behave," you teased him, making him spank your ass out of annoyance.

"I know, princess." He went back to kissing your exposed shoulder and decided to take it a step further. "Turn around for me, baby," he rasped into your ear. You obliged happily, turning around to face your boyfriend. "That's more like it," he said, cracking a smile before attacking your lips. His chapped, rough lips kissed your much softer & sweeter ones, his tongue intermingling with yours and tasting the sweetness of your mouth. "Missed this... the way your lips taste," he whispered, angling your head so he could kiss you deeper.

"Missed yours, too," you murmured to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say I smelled like cigarettes and beer?"

"That was before I made you quit all that shit. Now, shut up and kiss me," you said before diving in again.

"As you wish." He spun you guys around so that he was sitting on the bed and you were in between his legs. "What're you standing there for? Sit on my lap, sweetheart." You happily obliged and straddled his hips, letting the man pull you in for another deep, passionate kiss. His wandering hands trailed up and down your sides until he finally decided to peel off your shirt.

"Suke, it's cold," you whined.

"Then lemme heat you up," he rasped, continuing to let his hands run amok. Every time he got his hands on your soft, supple skin, he felt his heart skip a beat. You were just so goddamn perfect for him--you were like an angel, sent to keep him tamed. He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, kissing and biting at the soft fat of your breasts. "Mind if I take this thing off?" he asked, sticking a finger underneath the clasp of your bra.

"Only if you take this off," you quipped, peeling your boyfriend's tank top off, giving you access to those sweet muscles that you were so incredibly attracted to.

"Like what you see?" he rumbled with a cocky grin on his face.

"More than you could imagine," you giggled, pushing him back onto the bed and earning a spank from the brute's big hand.

"Come here and give your man some loving, hmm? He's missed having you in his bed."

You promptly requested a change of squad the next day. The Crimson Lion Kings would understand.

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"So, this is the girlfriend I've been hearing so much about, Captain Yami?" the man, who was his vice-captain, asked him. It was a rare occurrence for him to leave the shadow realm and go back to HQ, but when he heard that his old friend of so many years had gotten himself a girlfriend, he couldn't resist the urge to meet you. His eyes flickered from Yami to you, and you felt like they were staring into your soul.

"Yeah, this is her: (Y/N), (L/N). Try not to scare her off and say anything bad about me, 'kay?" Yami asked of the young man.

Nacht offered you a smile and even outstretched his hand from his coat. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Nacht Faust. I was wondering when Captain Yami would find someone who'd put up with his antics," he said, surprisingly friendly for how reserved he seemed.

"Do I really have that kinda reputation?!"

"Yes, you do."

"Um... nice to meet you as well," you replied, unsure if you should be scared of him or be glad he was so friendly.

"Anyway, I should get going. I can't exactly stand to be around your boyfriend for so long," he said in that eerily calm voice before slinking back into a shadow. "It was nice to meet you again!"

"Yeah, it was..." you trailed off as the man disappeared into the shadowy side of that wall. "Is he always like that?"

"He's usually worse," Yami sighed. "Anyway, let's go back to bed. I'm tired."

"But it's 3 pm!" you protested. He merely scoffed and threw you over his shoulder. "Hey, put me down!!"

"Does it look like I care? I'll cuddle my girlfriend anytime of the day I want."

#yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro smut #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #black clover smut #black clover fandom #black clover #finral roulacase #vanessa enoteca #asta black clover #luck voltia #magna swing #gauche adlai #gordon agrippa #noelle silva #charmy pappitson #nacht faust

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 4 months

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since the last ask bummed me out what if the reverse happened? how would the Tokyo Rev boys react to overhearing their crush being like "oh that cute/hot/whatever compliment boy that's been hanging around me?" when their asked by someone else what they (the crush) think of them (the boys)? hope this makes sense^^

Ok a happier one! Them finding out you're attracted to them ♡

Takemichi- He gets so excited with this info! Smiles a lot and starts walking aroud all proudly.

Mikey- Smiles smugly at Draken and gives him a "I told you so". He knew you'd like him and now he's been proved right, clearly Draken knows nothing about girls and what they like.

Draken- He's a bit surprised that it worked out so well for him but he's smiling happily with this news. Starts making plans to actually talk to you more and make a move on you. Now that he knows you like him, he's more relaxed with you.

Baji- He thinks he misheard for a moment but eventually it clicks. Spends the rest of the day with this happy vibe around him and talks about you a lot, even if he doesn't realise he keeps bringing you up.

Chifuyu- Goes very pink, he's happy but also embarrassed! Let's out a sigh of relief though, he's just glad his feelings for you probably won't be one sided.

Mitsuya- Smiles softly at your words and decides to hang out around you even more. He's glad you like him and don't find him creepy or anything.

Hakkai- He's on the verge of fainting but manages to pull himself together. Asks Yuzuha to help him with talking to girls more when he gets home.

Smiley- Idk if it's possible but his smile gets wider. He may have also opened his eyes for a sec there but it happened so quickly that who's to say for sure? He's definitely blushing the whole time as well though.

Angry- Genuinely smiles with a slight blush on his face. Though isn't entirely sure what to do with this information next, does he ask you out now???

Mucho- Wastes no time in asking you on a date after finding out what you think. You like him so he might as well right?

Sanzu- He is very surprised with this information, he did want you to like him but wasn't expecting it to happen this quickly and this easily. Honestly panics a little since he's really not sure how to react to this, probably asks Mucho for advice.

Kisaki- Grins, this is exactly what he wanted. He's still a little nervous but decides to try and get even closer to you.

Hanma- Immediately approaches you after finding out, putting his hands over your eyes and going "guess who???" If you say anything other then cute/ hot guy then he says you're wrong. He's delighted with this info so of course decides to have fun with it.

Kazutora- He's shocked by this, sure he's been crushing on you for awhile now but never considered that you might actually like him back. Decides to continue doing what he was doing with you before since it seems to be working.

Inui- Asks you out like the day after you said that. He knows he likes you and that you like him back so why waste any time?

Koko- His heart flutters a bit when he hears that, he's so excited, you actually find him cute!? Tries to talk to your friend to find out if you said anything else.

Taiju- Just walks straight up to you, ignoring your friend and tells you to repeat what you just said. He looks at you very intensely as you repeat yourself before nodding and walking off. He's pleased but wants to ask you on a date properly so goes to make plans.

Izana- Eagerly smiles at your words, as soon as you're alone he's decided he's going to approach you and ask you to be his. What a perfect day for him, getting to find out the one he's always admired, admires him back.

Kakucho- Practically beaming will joy, even Izana asks what's put him in such a good mood. He just can't help it though, you really said those things about him! Get's a little more embarrassed around you after though, he blushes more often.

Ran- Immediately walks up to you, putting an arm around you and teasing you about it/ using cheesy pick up lines on you.

Rindou- Smiles snuggly after getting over the initial shock, before panicking a bit since he realises this means he finally has to ask you out. And that he has to do this quickly, before Ran somehow manages to hear the gossip or he'll just tease him and try to ask you out for Rindou's sake.

Shion- Speaks before thinking, shouts out something like "i think you're hot/ cute too!"

South- His triumphant laughing immediately gives it away to everyone around that he heard. It doesn't matter anyway though cause he's about to confidently ask you on a date.

Wakasa- Grins and immediately goes to tease Shinichiro that a girl is interested in him before Shin. He plans to hang around you more often though, since he now knows you're interested.

Benkei- Just smiles a lot throughout the day after that, tries to come up with a plan to get even closer to you since he wants you to like him even more before he makes a move.

Shinichiro- He is out there celebrating straight after, tells practically everyone he can. Also buys you a bouquet of flowers and asks you to be his girlfriend, he really hopes this won't be yet another rejection.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev

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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months

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Stuck In The Devils Arms

𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, drinking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap, blind dating, eating out, manhandling, praising, ass smacking, teasing, brat taming (?), groping, nipple play, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: When an Angel and Devil accidentally meet how will they handle each other

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"Price is old," Soap says as him and all of Task Force sat in the mess hell.

"That was so fucking random," Gaz says.

"I mean, the man is single, no kids, lives alone, probably has a cat or something...I mean, have you guys ever hear him talk about his love life?"

"Probably for a good reason, Johnny." Ghost says.

"Does he even date?"

"If he did, we will never know," Graves says, sitting next to Soap.

"What are you poor bastards talking about?" Price asked, sitting between Ghost and Alex.

"Soap, is being nosy about your love life," Ghost said.

"My love life?" Price asked, sounding offended.

"Price, you are a single man, when's the last time you went on a date?" Soap asked him.

"I went on a date not too long ago."

"WITH WHO!?" Soap jumps up.

"Jesus, I'm not telling," Price says. "I don't want you finding her and asking her how I am in bed, you'll never know, Soap," Price smirks as everyone at the table laugh.

As Price was eating his attention was caught by a new recruit, she was young late 20's maybe 26-28? Somewhere around there. Price watched as her dark green shirt showing off her breasts and her pants sitting high on her hips.

The Military's pants were men sizes and didn't fit the ladies, so the only way to get them to fit was buckling them around their waists. She picked this trick up by her dormmates.

She carried a tray, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail. She walks pass the Task Force table sitting with a group of girls, she knows.

Price watches her not in a creepy way or anything, but she was cute, beautiful even.

"Price, I'm going to set you up with someone."

"Fuck that, I'll do it on my own."

"No, let me, I know someone," Soap smirks.

"I don't trust you," Price says.

"Yeah, you do, come on, one time, you will like her."

"Man-"

"Come on, Price, it's one time."

"FINE!"

"YES! I'll let her know, you said yes."

"Why the hell did I just get myself into?" Price asked, putting his hands on his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.

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That Night (8:00PM)

Price was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a black and white flannel, this was a casual date, hell, they are meeting at a bar, nothing special.

He has a drink in his hands and was looking at the TV behind the bar watching the football game going on. The bar door opens and the person was greeted by the bartender.

Price turns his head and sees a girl, she had asked for a screwdriver and waited, she looked like she was looking for someone. Price didn't want to bother her just in case it was the wrong girl.

"Are you John Price?" She asked, he turns and looks at her, she was cute, a cute sun dress and her hair curled with light makeup.

"Yeah, I am...are you?"

"Y/n...I'm Soap's friend." She moved a bit closer to John and she put her hand out, he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he says.

"Same."

"How you know, Soap?" Price asked her.

"Our parents know each other," she says with a smile. "He told me a lot about you," she was sweet, Price can tell. She was calm and her voice was like velvet, smooth and soft.

He wanted to hear her talk, he would listen to her forever!

"So, are you and Soap friends?" She asked.

"Kind of."

"What's kind of?"

"I mean, we talk and hang out...so I guess we are," he says. She just gives him a smile. His heart skipped a beat. Price hasn't felt like this about anyone in a long time, his first love cheated on him, and all he's been doing is sleeping around every now and then.

"How come you agreed to meet me, without knowing me first?" she asked. "Was it to get him off your back?" She giggles.

"A bit yeah."

"Yeah, Soap can be a bit much, he's done it to me a couple times," she says.

The night consist of them talking, they forgot about their drinks, and mainly started talking more then worried about their drinks. Y/n had gone to the bathroom and she trusted him with her drink alone.

Price kept the cup in his view and death stared anyone who dared get close to her drink. She came back, her hand touched his shoulders, letting him know she was back and not to freak out.

She sits back down and fixes her dress. "Thanks for watching my drink."

"Of course."

Price and Y/n talked and then he asked her. "Do you wanna...go back to my place?"

"If it's okay with you?" She asked, her fingers circled the rim of her glass.

"Of course, it is, come on," he gives the bartender his card paying for both his and Y/n's drinks.

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Price opens his front door letting Y/n go in first. She takes off her flats and Price takes off his shoes and flannel.

"You want anything to eat?"

"Oh no, it's okay, you don't need to cook anything," she says.

"It's okay, come on, what do you want?" He asked, leaning over his marble counter as Y/n sat at the stool.

"Umm~ spaghetti?"

"Anything for the pretty girl," he smirks, giving Y/n butterflies.

Price was getting everything ready and Y/n walks to him and she washes her hand and helps Price.

"Can I help?"

"Sure," he smirks. He watches her pour the sauce into a pot and putting some water in the glass bottle shaking it to get the last bit of it and pouring it into the pot again.

He watches her, she was gentle, he stir the pot of tomatoes sauce. He grabs a knife and cutting board and starts chopping up mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and a few other things.

Y/n sat at the counter watching him with a glass of red wine between her hands. She watched at how skillful he was with a knife, she rests her chin on her palm as she was amazed by him and started to make small talk.

"So how long have you been in the Military?" She asked him.

"Since my twenties," he says with a smile.

"Wow...do you think you'll ever retire? Settle down with a family maybe?"

"Are you asking me, to start a family with you, miss Y/n?" Her face was red and she stood up straight.

"Eh-no...that's n-not what I-I meant, I was just wondering if you'll ever retire?"

"I don't have a plan to do so," he tells her.

"I understand...so when you're on your last leg," she cracks a joke on him.

"Wow! I will not. When I get married, and I have kids, then I'll retire till then I'm single, currently on a date with my Sergeants friend, who keeps...staring at me with her beautiful eyes," he says.

"John Price," she turns her head to avoid eye contact.

"They're pretty," he says.

She just shakes her head to try and hide her embarrassment. "You're just saying that," she says.

"I mean, I'm not wrong...Soap didn't say anything about those eyes of yours," Price says, leaning on the counter.

"I think my eyes are just fine," she giggles at him.

"...Can I kiss you?" He asked, bluntly.

"Price!” She was shocked.

“We don’t have to,” he says.

“No, it’s okay…” she gets off the stool and comes around the counter.

Her hand glides over the countertop and she looks up at him, her hand resting on his stomach before standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and gentle, Price pulls away first and then picks up Y/n placing her on the counter, he stood between her legs cupping her face and giving her another kiss.

Her hands rested on his chest as they both hear the water sizzling on the stove top. Price turns and lowers the heat on the stove.

"Should we eat first?" He asked.

"If the old man needs his food first to have enough stamina," she teased him.

"I not that old, I'm 40 years old," he says with a pout.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she says, cupping his face and getting another kiss from him.

"Fuck it," he pulls the noodles off the stove along with the sauce and picked Y/n back up and took her to the bedroom, she giggles knowing she struck a nerve.

"What are you giggling at?" He asks her.

"Just how you got so mad over a simple comment," she says, Price can feel the smirk from her.

"Oh yeah," he smacks her ass earning a soft squeal from her and her legs bending up. He chuckles at her. "How cute, you got such a bratty attitude but when I manhandle you that all goes away."

"Oh no, sir, this is only a treat," she says, her hands on his back sitting up but then she flopped on the soft mattress.

She giggles when she bounces up a couple times, and Price watched as she was now on her back, elbows propping herself up, and her right knee bending exposing a bit of her panties.

He smirks, crawling up her and kissing her lips. She smiles and kisses his lips. His hands went up her body, holding her waist before his left hand unzipped her dress, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and Price pulls it down off her body.

She giggles when Price starts kissing her ankle and kissing all the way back up to her exposed chest. His mouth attached to her right nipple and his fingers played with her other.

She let's out a soft moan, her hands going into his hair and her back arches against his body. Price sits up and removes his shirt and starts messing with his belt.

Just undoing the belt before going back to kiss her lips. Price's rough, calloused hands held her waist before he starts moving them downward pulling her panties off and then he grabs her thighs and moves them over his shoulders.

It's been a while since someone has done anything like this to Y/n. Soap had known about Y/n never really wanting a relationship but didn't mind a hook-up every now and then, but this...what her and Price are doing is something she could live with.

Price licks his lips before gently kissing her wet folds. His tongue licked between her folds and then soon his tongue was pushing inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt good from what Price was doing to her.

She looks at Price and made eye contact with the older man. He smirks before sucking on her clit and shaking his tongue back and forth earning a breathy moan from her lips.

Price likes hearing her moans, he soon tasted some pre-cum coming from her lower half, he smirks before removing his tongue which earned him a annoyed groan from Y/n, he taps the side of her butt.

"Flip," he demands, he removes his pants as he stares at Y/n's ass as she flips over. He smirks before bending down and biting at her ass, she looks over her shoulder mouth opened letting out a soft and satisfied moan.

he moves a pillow under her lower half as he positions himself at her entrance and pushing inside of her. She puts her head back, her head hit against his broad shoulder. She looks in his eyes and lets out a few satisfied moans.

He was thrusting fast, he wasn't sloppy, kind of professional in a way, like he knew what he was doing. Y/n felt him hit against her spot a few times.

"You're doing so well," he praises. "You look so cute with your eyes really in the back of your head," he says.

"P-Price-" she was cut off by his lips on hers and she moans into the kiss.

"Those pretty eyes...rolling back...looking at me...they are so fucking intoxicating," he says with a smirk on his face before kissing her neck, he thrusts became harder, rougher even, the loud smacking of skin against each other filled the room.

His tip was throbbing wanting to cum inside of her, she squeezes around him when the feeling of wanting to cum filled her body, Price and her both moaned before they ended up coming together.

Price keeps going, he doesn't want this night to end just yet. he was going to keep going to prove that he isn't just some 'old man'. He smirks when seeing Y/n's face buried into the pillow, her moans muffled and her legs shaking.

price smirks knowing that her little comment is eating her. His hands rested on her waist guiding her to keep going faster, cause he wasn't done just yet.

As he was moving faster, Y/n's lovely moans being muffled and her eyes carrying some hot tears, not of pain but of pleasure. She loves this feeling probably more than Price.

"One more, love. I know you can cum one more fucking time," he demands.

He was sloppy with his thrusts again, and the sound of skin clapping, and sounds of something wet and sticky filled the room. She did what he asked her to do and that was to cum once more and she did.

Price smirks and pulls out of her, cum rushes from her lower half.

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Price was plating up the food, yes, he reheated it up. Y/n came downstairs in some shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to price.

"John, the shorts," she lets go of the shorts and they immediately drop to her ankles. "They don't fit," she says as Price laughs.

"Okay, you don't have to wear them," she steps out of them and temporarily places them on the back of his couch. She sits at the table as price gave her the plate and then goes back to get her a glass of water.

Y/n and Price ate and talked and by the end of it, she was being carried back upstairs to the bedroom to join Price. He places her on the side facing the closet door and he laid near the door.

"You get some rest okay?"

"Okay...good night."

"Night," he cups her face before holding her close to his chest.

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"Kids are confirmed," Soap says as he sits next to Price at the mess hall.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Price says.

"Y/n told me what you two did-"

"Is she pregnant?"

"Price, that's not how it works, it'll take time before that happens, and not only that, Y/n's on birth control, she wouldn't stop taking it for a stranger."

"She would for me," Price says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his tea.

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poppy-metal · 10 months

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procrastinating like crazy dont tell my bio professor but but i raise to yoy ... upperclassman!jordan who's in some of your classes--who you aren't reaallyy friends w but it's sort of implied that they r there for you bc they always seem to end up coming to ur rescue when creepy guys hit on u at parties 🙄 because your scumbag bf is probably too busy playing beer pong with his bros. it's not like you and jordan go out of ur way to hang out w each other but you know they care about you at least a tiny bit !!

and it just so happens they live in the same building as aforementioned bf. n when you and he get into a fight--a big one, bad enough to leave tears streaming down your cheeks n your hands fisted at your sides--and you just want to get away from him, their door is the one u end up knocking on. sniffling when they open it up, barely having time to open your mouth around a meek "'m sorry." before they're gripping your chin, painstakingly gentle, eyes panicky. "hey- what happened? you're not hurt, are you?" and their tone, the way they touch you, everything--js makes you feel so much better :( hiccuping out "can i come in?" and they aren't gnna say no 🙄

make sure everything's okay, that he didn't hurt you, get you a drink n everything before sitting on the edge of their bed. you pacing, ranting abt dookieface bf between sniffles 😔 all "i just- i don't know who he thinks he is. i know i'm not perfect, whatever, but--i'm nice to him!! i mean, for fuck's sake, i'm pretty cute, too. nd he just- he doesn't care about me. i don't know what i did wrong." jordan mumbling out "hey, c'mere." bc your voice breaks w the last sentence and you're crying all over again :( wrap you up in their arms, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck. "you didn't do anything wrong, freshie. he's just an asshole." n they don't say it but they're fantasizing abt allll the ways they could kill him 🤗

and you pull back, wiping your cheeks w the back of your hand. "don't think he likes me, jordan. he ignores me nd--he's probably cheated on me a million times. it's like i don't mean anything to him--he can't--won't even make me cum." and jordan raises an eyebrow at that one. n you're quick on the defensive, "'s just- i don't know. don't even think he tries." and booy have u piqued their interest. you're just digging yourself a hole, unable to stop ur words from spilling out. "he- he was my first. ever. and it's like that meant nothing to him." taking a step back n mumbling out, "i'm sorry. that was too much, i just... i should probably go, anyways." as if they would ever let you 🙄 especialky after that lil confession.

n you're still close enough that they can grab your hips, pull you back towards them all gentle. "'s that why you came here, hm?" soft smirk on their face at the way you flush, stumbling over your words, your excuses--gripping your chin to shut you up. "shh. he's an asshole, baby, i know." when they stand up and turn you around, hands moving to your waist to sit you on their bed. your big eyes looking up at them, your shaky little voice when you whisper out, "jordan..." them pushing your legs apart so they can step between them :( grabbing at your thighs, leaning in so you can feel their hot breath on your ear when they whisper, "what is it, little girl? need me to make you cum, hm?" nddd you know it's wrong but you r nodding :( a little bit frantically :( and zoo wee mama are you in for it!! bc they csll jordan pussy destroyer for a reason!!!

too dleepy to proofread anf also my demons possessed me and. couldnt fight them off but ❤️❤️ love u poppy!!

-🦸‍♀️

grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u

breath catching n tears teetering on your lashes your mouth dropping in a perfect O when jordan pushes your thighs apart. their ringed hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs is enough to suck all the air out of the room and you're already panting by the time you let words tremble out, "b- be gentle, please?" because your boyfriend - ex - has always been rough meaty hands grabbing at you in ways that never made you feel small in a good way, more like a poorly treated chew toy. dry digits shoving in your cunt - pumping once, maybe twice, before calling it enough.

jordan chews on their lip, to you it looks like contemplating; but jordans just hiding a grin. you're such a little fawn, they think. stumbling on shaky legs from the jaws of a bear into the den of a fox, because it looks kinder. but jordans still has fangs and they still want to eat you up. the difference, they guess, is that they actually want you to enjoy yourself.

nothing feels quite as good to their ego than a cute girl squeezing the life out of their fingers with their cunt.

"you've been with bad men, not only that, but one who by the looks of it - can't lay pipe for shit." their hands soothe up your thighs higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your panties under your skirt. "we'll get you sorted, princess."

you think they'd slide your panties down but they dont. you jolt, though when you feel the bare brush of their knuckle against the slick folds of your cunt as they skim their fingers down the edges of your panties. they hook the fabric to one side.

their eyes flick up to yours, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

your shake your head, biting your lip. something flashes in jordans eyes. "you good with me eating you out like this?"

you feel your face flush but you're quick to nod. "yes." you rush to say, "um. youre very pretty."

jordan smiles then. something in their gaze softens, just a little. "thank you, baby." with their free hand they pat one of your knees, nudging it open - "spread for me? there you go -"

nawing on your lip as you spread your thighs shyly, you cant help but eagerly look at jordans reaction to seeing your cunt. the way their eyes darken immediately. they bite their own lip, silky hair falling around their cheek as they shuffle closer.

"fuck." they say. still holding your panties to the side, still just looking. "shit. i need to-" their eyes dart to your face, "was gonna rizz you up some more but i really fucking need to eat you out -"

your head falls back when they cut themselves off like they can't help it, can't talk anymore, the draw between your legs to intense, and their head is between your thighs and you feel the soft wet heat of their lips around your tight little bud and its so fucking good - already better than anything you've had. jordans so earnest - they fucking love eating pussy, you can tell. the way they move their tongue, like their kissing it - sucking your lips, licking between them, swirling around your clit. dipping in and out of your weeping hole.

your hands fist the sheets - you dont even remember your exes name.

#ask #🦸‍♀️ anon #sighs dreamily #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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justanothersanjilover · 3 months

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One Piece Modern Gym Au wip (Part 5)

They actually stared at each other for almost half an hour before something came to Sanji’s mind.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“I don't know, can you?”

Sanji felt the burning ache to roll his eyes, but that would mean losing the game, so he didn't. Instead, he narrowed his eyes to give Zoro an annoying look.

“There were two girls at the bar earlier…”

“I assure you I don't have their number, and even if I won't give it to you.” Zoro cuts in immediately.

“For fucks sake, can you not jump to that conclusion right away?!” Sanji sighed. “They talked about a girl who used to come here some years ago and then stopped only to come back now.”

This time, Zoro narrowed his eye, but Sanji didn't put much of a thought into it.

“Yeah?”

“So…I never saw a new girl come in these past days, and I wondered who it was.”

“Don't know; ask them if you want to know. I wasn't here for the past three years, too.” Zoro shrugged his shoulders but never looked away.

Sanji licked his lips while thinking about what else the girls had said.

“Oh, one of them talked about that this girl had her breasts removed - chopped off was what she said, but I don't think that's appropriate to say. You never know why she did that, could be a medical condition…Also, it sounded like she wanted to look more buff. At least that what they said and that she should have get steroids instead, because the effect is the same, and…”

Sanji stopped talking as he realized the shift in Zoro’s gaze. Next thing was Zoro turning on his heals and walked out the front door without a word, leaving behind a very confused Sanji. Did he say something wrong? Did Zoro know the girl? What had just happened?

The next day came and went without Zoro showing up…a strange fact considering he practically lived in the Gym after his return - he was the first to come in and the last to go. But no one thought about it too much. After the following day went by without a sign of him, Sanji felt worry nagging its way into his mind. Nami seemed unbothered, and so he ignored it.

After the fifth day without Zoro showing his mosshead in the gym, Sanji had to ask Nami if she knew something about him. Was it normal for Zoro to show up every day for five to six hours, training, casually hanging out, and making his work life some kind of a mix of heaven and hell - and then disappearing from one day to the other? Or maybe it had something to do with the question about that girl…

“Maybe it's my fault…” Sanji said, looking down at his feet.

“How should this be your fault?” Nami wanted to know.

“Remember the evening you and Vivi left us behind because we had this little staring fight?”

Nami nodded, now looking up from her paperwork.

“I asked him about a girl I heard someone talk about.”

And funny enough, Nami had the same reaction as Zoro as she heard that.

“What girl?”

Sanji described the whole conversation he overheard and that he just wanted to know if Zoro knew that girl. Also, he was sure now that he knew her and maybe wanted to avoid her because of reasons he couldn't think of.

“Now it all makes sense,” Nami mumbled and shook her head.

She let Sanji describe both girls and said if he saw them, he should send them to her because she needed to tell them something.

“And what about Zoro?” Sanji asked quietly - to be honest, he was worried to the point he thought about him every day.

“He surely just crashed at Luffy’s house. If you want, I can give you his address, and you can check?”

“Would that be okay? I mean, I’m a stranger. Wouldn't your friend be upset if you handed out his address?”

Nami laughed while scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

“Na, he doesn't mind, believe me. Actually, I think he’ll be quite happy to have a new victim for his rambling. He collects people like others collect post stamps,” she paused and grinned as she saw Sanji’s somehow irritated and scared face. “That sounded creepy…It’s totally not, believe me. He just likes to make friends.”

And so Sanji left after his shift to check out if Zoro was at that Luffy’s place or not.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Hi I had an interesting idea about barbie and the reader dating. Then everything goes wrong for her in the barbie world so she, y/n and Ken go to the real world. Y/n notices Ken being weird so follows him back to barbie land where they are brains washed to date another barbie and when barbie comes back with the humans. Then she notices all the change and tries to bring y/n back and it’s a happy ending and barbie and y/n live in the human world together adopting a pet dog

Ooo felt like I was writing almost the whole movie, but I enjoyed doing this request!!

Hope ya'll enjoy it, too <3

.........

"So let me get this straight..you had thoughts of dying last night, woke up with morning breath and terrible breakfast, fell from your dreamhouse, and got flat feet, too?

"Pretty much..." Barbie sighed as her gaze shifted away from yours, looking down to her hands resting in her lap. "Thank you for not freaking out."

"Of course, I know that won't help your situation." You nodded in understanding, although you were unable to hide your growing frown of concern.

It was most unusual not to see that perfect smile on your girlfriend's face as you always did. Every day and every night she wore it with pride, and it made her radiate with such confidence.

Now there was nothing but doubt and worry written all over her expression--negative emotions you didn't even know were possible for her to have.

She's Stereotypical Barbie, while you were just [Y/n]--a doll created as an alternative partner to Ken. Even though there's only one of you in all of Barbieland, it never bothered you or her one bit.

There was also Midge, Allan, Skipper, and others who were also unique dolls that you were close friends with.

And of course, you were friends with other Barbies and Kens, too...but Stereotypical Barbie was the one you loved most and looked forward to seeing every morning and every girls' night.

Yes, she convinced the other Barbies to let you hang out with them, and you felt honored.

For the longest time, it's always been this way.

Just you and her together, happily in love in this magical land with seemingly no problems or fears...

But then all of that suddenly changed.

Next thing Barbie knew, she was in your house, talking to you about all these troubling experiences she's had lately. Some of the other Barbies knew, although when they suggested she went to see Weird Barbie, she became afraid and ran to you for advice instead.

She didn't know how you'd react to seeing her slowly becoming "imperfect", but you were calm and collected as you listened to her concerns.

Part of her hoped that you would've disagreed and said there's a better solution to this--but unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.

"Are you sure there's nothing else we could do?" She muttered in disappointment. "Is she really our only option?"

"Yes, but honestly she's not all that bad. I've actually met her myself once-"

"You have?? When??" She interrupted with a horrified gasp, although the annoyed look you gave her made her shrink back. "Sorry, go on."

"Listen, I don't know what they've told you..but I don't think we should be calling her "weird" right to her face." You tried reasoning. "For years we've been judging her too harshly. She was a Barbie once, too, you know...like you and the Madame President."

"Right...once. Now she lives in that creepy house up in the mountains and never talks to anyone." She shuddered.

"I know, but....um...Barbie?"

"I heard her legs are broken and that only started when she got flat feet.."

"Barbiiie-"

"Oh no...what if that happens to ME one day? What if I fall from my dreamhouse and break-??!"

"Barbie!"

"What is it?!"

"....your hands are doing that thing again.." You reached over to take her hands into yours, frowning slightly as you felt them trembling.

Only then did Barbie realize it, too, and felt silent. She was ashamed that you were watching her fall apart like this. You never should have to see her like this.

"I don't know what's happening to me, [y/n]...but I want this to stop. It has to stop."

"And that's why we should go see her as soon as possible." Letting one of her hands go, you reached up to cup her cheek, making her look directly at you. "I know you value your independence, but..would you feel better if I came along with?"

Her bright blue eyes remained wide, although seeing your comforting smile brought her some ease. And eventually her shoulders relaxed a little, as she nodded, mirroring your expression.

"Yes, I'd like you to come with me..thank you."

"Of course, darling." You kissed her cheek in reassurance. "I'll always be here for you. We'll figure this out together."

...........

The journey to Weird Barbie's home was long.

And not just because of the stairs leading up to it, but also because of the added challenge of Barbie wobbling in her high heels. She found them suddenly uncomfortable and groaned about not bringing comfier shoes.

You just helped her if she needed it...although in trying to make sure she didn't trip, you yourself nearly slipped on a tiny brown pellet.

Of course that was courtesy of Tanner, the discontinued dog doll, who appeared around the corner the moment he heard your voice. He greeted you with a bark, nuzzling his nose against your hand.

You smiled lightly and patted his head. "It's good to see you, too, boy."

He didn't have his owner around anymore, so he's been living here under Weird Barbie's care--despite her never bothering to clean up the "pellets" all around. You would've taken him home, but didn't think your girlfriend would approve.

After he went away, you spotted Weird Barbie coming out of hiding. She was thrilled to see you again...but looked confused when she realized you weren't alone and brought Stereotypical Barbie with you.

Eventually, she explained that there was a tear in the portal between Barbieland and the Real World, caused unknowingly by both Barbie herself and her doll's owner--and this could only be mended if she went there and found them.

The idea of leaving this place behind and see humans for the first time was a frightening prospect, for sure...but you convinced her this was the only way forward.

If either of you hoped to get things back to normal, she had to go.

You were surprised when she asked you to come along, although you were actually quite curious about humanity and figured it would be an interesting adventure.

Before long, you two departed from Barbieland in her pink convertible after the other dolls gathered around for a little "going-away" party, bidding you good luck on your trip.

There was only one other problem...

Beach Ken had snuck into the backseat, scaring you half to death.

Of course, you should have expected that.

He was one of the Kens that you were closest friends with, always supporting him when he does his "beach" job and hanging out at your place if Barbie was busy.

Before you came around, he was created for her specifically, although she never seemed interested in him. So he'd just admire her from afar and try to impress her at every opportunity.

Then when you entered the scene and won her heart so effortlessly, Ken settled with becoming your "wingman" for dates and such, still wanting to be valued as a friend (if not Barbie's boyfriend).

Yet you never noticed his longing, lingering stares and pouts whenever you took her attention away from him...and he often imagines himself in your place.

Of course, though, he respects Barbie first. He'd never think to cross any lines lest he upset either of you, and he assured you that he's simply coming along for the ride as "support".

You three have done a lot together in Barbieland.

Might as well add "Journey to the Real World" to that ever-growing list.

..........

Upon arriving to the human world, in a place called "Venice Beach", you realized it was quite....confusing, for a lack of a better term.

You, Barbie, and Ken were rollerblading through the crowded park, looking around at the humans who were either skating, walking, or staring at you three. Most minded their business, but others seemed to be bewildered by your brightly-colored outfits.

Some even outright laughed...and not the way that made you or Barbie feel good or confident.

Right away you could feel your girlfriend's growing discomfort as she squeezed your hand and asked why the men were looking at her so strangely.

You didn't know why, either..but you didn't like it one bit.

Ken, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to both of your feelings--almost relishing in the attention he was getting from both men and women alike.

That concerned you as well, especially since you had to drag him away from the construction workers after he bragged about having "all the genitals".

He knew that dolls didn't have them...right?

"Ken, I don't think we had to tell them that. Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better, why do you ask?" He looked at you with the most innocent smile.

You huffed. 'There's no way he can be this blind to what's going on....'

Before you could give him an answer, you saw some random dude laughing with his friends, before he hushed them and started creeping up behind Barbie.

You didn't know his intentions, so you got between them, scowling. "Can I help you?"

He froze, his eyes going to yours, and then back to her. "Damn, is that your girl?"

You blinked. "Um...yeah? My girlfriend, if that's what you mean."

"Wow...she's so hot." He couldn't stop gawking, not even looking at you anymore. "Did you buy her that outfit? I bet she's totally smoking under-"

You had absolutely no idea what overcame you in that moment.

But you suddenly wanted this jerk to shut up forever.

So you punched him in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. Blood gushed from his nose as you heard Barbie and Ken screaming behind you in horror.

Only then did you realize what you've done..and it freaked you out just as much:

You attacked a human being out of pure rage.

Since when were you capable of doing that?

In the moment, it felt good to defend your girlfriend from this stranger's unwanted comments, but the screams of your fellow dolls attracted a lot of attention from other people at the park..

Including several nearby police officers.

.............

After getting arrested twice--once for something called "unprovoked assault" and another for stealing western outfits from an outside clothing shop..

You've come to the conclusion that the Real World kinda sucked.

Of course, you expected a lot of obstacles to overcome, but Weird Barbie never informed you of these specific perils.

The only reason you haven't thrown in the towel yet was because Barbie refused to. She was desperate to find her owner and fix this mess, but obviously running around like a headless chicken wasn't bringing her any closer to them.

Plus she was sick of getting arrested.

Eventually you went to a bus stop, where she sat down and said she'll try to clear her thoughts. Maybe it will help her "see" where this child could possibly be.

You didn't mind waiting with her, although you noticed Ken fidgeting with the fringes on his shirt and looking all around, clearly bored.

"You can go on a walk, [y/n]. I don't mind."

You glanced at Barbie. "Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I just...need a little bit of space right now." She sighed. "I don't wanna be here any longer than we have to. I feel really awful about all of this and-"

"Hey, it's gonna be fine." Sitting beside her, you briefly removed your hat so you could peck her on the lips--a small reminder that you're still here for her no matter what. And when you pulled away, you saw a tiny smile adorn her features.

It was different from the bigger ones she wore back in Barbieland, but for some reason..

You liked this new smile better.

Ken saw it, too, and for a brief moment it made him feel a strange sensation in his chest.

Like a light and dull pain.

'Why couldn't she look at me that way-?'

"Don't think too hard, darling."

"I'll try not to. You can take Ken if you want. Make sure he doesn't get lost."

He snapped out of his thoughts and pouted at her words. "Hey, I can find my own way around!"

"Okay." You turned to him, putting your hat back on. "Where are you gonna go, then?"

"...are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking?"

He blinked owlishly, silent.

Defeated, you just sighed and gestured to a random direction. "Let's go this way. But not too far."

Ken nodded in agreement and started walking with you side-by-side, although you quickly noticed that he kept staring back at Barbie, refusing to pay attention to what's ahead of him--

Such as the middle-aged lady and her dog that he nearly bumped into.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't see you-" He began to trip over his own words, until she gazed back at him with the kindest smile.

"Oh it's okay, sweetie. Thank you for apologizing. Truly." She chuckled softly. "Most men your age just bump past me without even saying a word. Guess chivalry isn't dead, after all."

For a moment, Ken stood there with his jaw dropped.

Not only was she respecting him, but she called him "sweetie" and thanked him for the simple act of apologizing??

He didn't know what "chivalry" was, but it must have been a good thing if she was still smiling at him while saying that word.

He would've cried right there and then had it been Barbie speaking to him that way, although since this was only a human woman he just smiled and tipped his hat.

"Of course, my good lady." He answered smoothly. "Thank you for respecting me."

You raised an eyebrow at the bizarre trance your friend seemed to be in, although you noticed the lady's golden labrador coming up to you. The tag on his pink collar jingled as he looked up at you, wagging his tail and panting.

Suddenly all your focus was on this lovely creature as you kneeled down. "Hi, buddy." You cooed, a big smile on your face.

"Oh don't mind Tanner, here." She chuckled, setting the leash down to allow him more free reign. "He's a blind old bat, but he loves meeting new people..even if he can't see them too well."

"...did you say Tanner?" You looked up at her, surprised. "As in..?"

"Yes, the dog that came with that Barbie playset they discontinued. It was the closest thing I had to owning a pet as a little girl. I just..can't find it in my heart to sell it, y'know?"

"I understand. And how long...have you had this one for?"

"I actually adopted him a year ago. They said he's been waiting for somebody for a long time." She frowned slightly. "It's sad, really..how everybody loves dogs until they're no longer excited little puppies. Then they just get dumped at the nearest shelter to spend the rest of their days alone."

"That really happens? How horrible..." You muttered, feeling your heart sink with distraught.

"It is, but Tanner's lucky I saw him. He reminded me so much of my childhood that...I just had to take him home."

You were immediately cheered up by her story, and you put your attention back on the gold lab. He sniffed your hand, curious, and you decided to pet him on the head. His tail began wagging more in excitement, and it made you grin from ear-to-ear.

You've seen several other dogs being walked by humans, some tall and lanky, others intimidating with sharp teeth, and a few that were small enough to fit inside expensive purses.

But even though this one had gray strands of fur, wrinkles on his face, and cloudy-looking eyes that were all clear signs of old age....you still adored him.

And the fact he was named after Tanner, a Barbie companion still appreciated by a human adult who never truly outgrew her childhood...

It just melted your heart and restored your faith in the Real World.

"You're a good boy, Tanner." The words just tumbled from your lips as you continued petting him "I hope you live a long and healthy life."

"Oh he's in great health, the vet said so." The woman chuckled. "Aside from the...occasional IBS issues."

"Awh." You pouted a little, although you sprung to your feet with renewed energy. "Sorry. I just..never got to see a real dog up-close before. Thank you. This was an amazing experience."

"Sure thing, dear. By the way....where did your boyfriend go?"

"Oh he's not my.....wait...."

You panicked, eyes darting all around before you eventually spotted Ken walking into a busy district of the city, vanishing into the crowd.

"Crap! KEN!!!"

Racing to catch up to him, you had to push past several people, frustrated that he decided to run off without telling you beforehand.

Did the dog really bore him that much?

Eventually you did catch up to him--only to find out that the white cowboy hat you've been following for several blocks was someone else entirely.

So now it was you who was lost.

Oh, the irony.

You became anxious, wondering where on Ruth's pink earth he could've gone-

"[Y/N]!!!"

Suddenly hearing his voice, you looked to see Ken running towards you with the biggest grin plastered onto his face, nearly tripping down the stairs of the building behind him. It seemed like he walked out of it with an epiphany of his own, and you wondered what it was.

"There you are! You scared me!" You sighed in relief. "Look, I have something to tell you-"

"Me, too!"

"Wait..let's head back to Barbie in case she has anything to tell us."

"Right, right! She has to hear this! C'mon! I'll race you back!" He challenged.

You just smirked, fixing your hat. "You're on."

And with you getting the headstart, you two ran back to the bus stop to inform Barbie of what you've discovered on your walk.

It seems she also had something super important to tell you, too, and you all spoke at the same time:

She discovered the school where her owner is right now.

You discovered the beautiful connection between humans and pets.

Ken discovered that men ruled the world.

.........

It all spiraled downhill so fast.

After Ken's odd behavior became more noticeable the longer you've spent in the Real World, you decided to continue keeping an eye on him while Barbie went to meet her owner.

She seemed more confident in herself, reassuring you that she knew what she was doing and promising to see you back in Barbieland once everything was resolved.

So you weren't too worried about her anymore..

It's Ken who you began to worry for, if anything.

You didn't quite understand his recent obsession with the patriarchy and horses. He found books on them at the library and cradled them like prized possessions, showing you them and rambling on and on about what he read.

Then you followed him around as he tried finding jobs he was unqualified for, thinking it would be easy since he was a man. You had to awkwardly pull him away from tense situations before he got himself arrested again. Especially at the hospital.

You didn't know where this new attitude came from, but you feared that his exposure to the Real World was taking a toll on him.

So you headed back to Barbieland together.

He couldn't shut up about the things he discovered regarding men and their power, but part of you felt bad that he barely got his own voice back in your plastic world.

He was always either ignored or shutdown, or some other Ken spoke over him.

And so you let him talk..

Little did you realize that would be your worst mistake yet.

You gave him an inch, and he took a mile.

Soon enough he began talking over you, taking control of the vehicles needed to cross between the two worlds despite having never driven them before, and yet you never protested once.

By the time you both arrived back home, you've inadvertently allowed him to drill these thoughts into your brain until they were all you could think about..

No longer could you think for yourself.

Even Ken was confused when you began agreeing with everything he said, but he suggested telling the other Kens about what he found...and you obliged in helping him spread the word.

They all became "enlightened" as you both opened their eyes to the opportunities the Real World gave men that they were so deprived of..

It wasn't long before they staged a rebellion against the Barbies--against Barbieland Constitution itself, vowing to change society to benefit only them: the Kens.

Next thing you knew, you were living in the land of Kendom as a shell of your former self, dating a Barbie.

Not the Stereotypical one you've loved long before coming to the Real World, but a totally different one that you've only known for half a day.

Ken--who had completely transformed his looks into that of a macho wrestler, movie star, and rock star all rolled into one--convinced you that this was your Barbie all along, and you agreed with his every word.

You had forgotten everything before this.

You forgot the promises you made to Stereotypical Barbie when she first came to you with her problems.

You forgot how you kicked that perverted man to the ground until he bled to defend her.

You forgot that sweet lady and the real-life Tanner and the wonderful connection they shared.

You forgot who you were actually fighting for.

And that was your one true love.

Speaking of whom, Barbie arrived back later on with Sasha and Gloria. Although it was the tween girl who used to own her, it was actually the mother who unknowingly gave her those existential feelings in the first place. She thought to show them what her world was like and have you meet them.

But she was nothing short of confused and horrified at what has become of Barbieland:

The Barbies were suddenly servants and girlfriends who were weaker in power, existing solely to please their Kens, no longer holding their previous jobs. Her own dreamhouse had become something called a "Mojo Dojo Casa House" as Ken called it, decked out in all things horse-related along with TVs, sports equipment, and minifridges--ruining any and all "dreamy" aspects of it.

And to make matters worse...

She couldn't find you anywhere.

She became hysterical, demanding to know where you were and why everyone was acting so weird, while Ken just didn't seem to care anymore and reassured her you were "chill"....whatever that meant.

He thought he finally had her all to himself.

Yet he didn't feel any better.

But he thought she was the one in the wrong here--for not wanting to be with him and snapped at her, asking what made you so special.

The tension continued to escalate, eventually ending with him storming to the top floor of the house, throwing many of her cherished outfits off the balcony.

Suddenly, it all became too much for her to handle.

Everything she knew and loved was now destroyed, and she began to sob uncontrollably despite Gloria and Sasha's best attempts to console her.

Nothing they said made her feel any better as she plopped down onto the lawn.

She needed you.

Only you could make her feel better.

And before long, her prayers were seemingly answered as she heard your voice.

"Who's calling my name? Is that Barbie?"

Through blurry vision, she looked to see you walking towards her, annoyed and confused at the same time. She gasped, quick to jump up and run over to you, nearly tackling you to the ground in a tight hug as she buried her face into your chest.

"[Y/n]..!! I-I...I missed you so much!! Everything's WRONG here!!" She wailed. "A-And I'm so scared and I'm feeling all these horrible emotions a-and I'm sorry I-!!"

"I'm sorry, but can you let me go?"

She fell silent, pulling away to look at you in confusion.

"Wh-What..? [Y/n], it's....me. Your Barbie."

"....."

The longer she stared into your eyes, the more she began to realize...

You weren't yourself.

There was no love, no recognition, no worry in those eyes of yours--nothing except you staring at her like she was a crazy person, prying her arms off of you.

"You must be mistaken, sweetie. You're his Barbie." You gestured up to Ken, who was currently being consoled by another Ken, unwilling to get up from the floor. "I don't know why you guys fought, but there's no need for that. You two should make-up and love each other."

"....what..?" Her voice cracked. "No, that's...WE loved each other! You helped me when I-I started having all these problems...and you're telling me you remember NONE of that?!! What did he do to you?!!"

Just as you were about to answer, you heard your "new girlfriend"'s voice calling out from behind you.

"Babe? Who is that?"

Immediately, Barbie's nonexistent stomach dropped upon seeing a different blonde Barbie walking over to you. And she began crying as your hands left hers in favor of going to the other doll, linking arms with her instead.

"Don't worry, darling...just this Barbie trying to scare me." You huffed. "I think she needs to see Doctor Ken...or Therapist Ken."

She could only weep helplessly, finally realizing that you were brainwashed like all the other dolls.

And if that didn't add salt to the wound...then you being brainwashed into dating another Barbie was.

Why did Ken do this?

Was he jealous of what you two had?

"No! She's not your Barbie!! I was!! You said you'd always be there for me, [y/n]!! You PROMISED!!!" She screamed in sorrow as she collapsed back onto the lawn, yet you looked at her with such a distant gaze.

But a part of your expression seemed...saddened, although it was quick to go away when the Barbie beside you kissed your cheek.

"You seem tense. Do you wanna go back inside the mojo dojo casa house?"

"I do. I heard the Kens are gonna put on the Godfather. Did you know it has multiple parts?" You looked at her with a sparkle in your eyes, now completely ignoring the bawling woman in front of you.

"Oh for real? Then what are we waiting for??"

Nodding, you went back into the house, while Barbie ultimately gave up as she watched you walk away and out of her life.

The only strength she had left was used to roll onto her stomach and lay there in a deep depression, completely defeated now.

Why did she ever take you to the Real World?

............

The sun was shining high above Kendom, and you and Barbie were heading out to your daily outings.

That is...going to consult a Ken on something related to your smartphones. You two have been having technical problems, but of course neither of you were going to figure it out on your own.

You needed help from the tech-savy Ken.

He was glad to help guide you through the whole process, explaining every single step to your girlfriend in helping her troubleshoot the issues.

You waited patiently, smiling as you looked all around at the Kens going on jogs and driving their Barbies around in cool black trucks and blue cars, listening to the manliest country music and rock songs on the radios.

Ken was right.

Things were better this way.

This is what paradise looked like.

Then out of nowhere-

You were snatched up by someone and dragged away, a hand covering your mouth when you tried calling out to your Barbie for help. But she and Tech Ken were blissfully unaware of your kidnapping.

You were thrown into the back of a pink truck and locked in, seeing Allan, Weird Barbie, the humans, and a few other dolls surrounding you, all wearing pink jumpsuits.

But the Barbie in front of you looked most familiar...

Then you realized it's that crazy one from before.

Before you could even utter a single word to her....Gloria began talking first, and you couldn't help but listen in total silence as she told you some affirming things about the broken system you've been so compliant with, how you've lost yourself and who you were as [y/n]....

"...and finally, Barbie said you were fascinated with the connection humans had with their pets. You talked about a dog you met in the Real World. What was his name?"

"........."

"[Y/n], please try to remember..for yourself....for us." Barbie spoke in a gentle and firm tone, taking your hands into hers and squeezing them. She never broke eye contact with you as she hoped you'd finally wake up and come back to her.

This worked with all the other Barbies...

It has to work with you, right?

"Try to remember. You said he was a sweet old golden labrador, right? What was his name?"

"...it was...Tanner." You murmured. "I remember seeing..lots of dogs. Big and small, old and young..and...."

Suddenly, you stopped talking and blinked several times.

It's like somebody had pushed the reset button on your body.

You looked up and around once more, and then back to your girlfriend-

Wait..

You knew who this woman was!

And she was here!

You've never been more relieved to see her beautiful face.

"[Y/n]..?"

"Barbie.." Your smile returned, stretching from ear-to-ear as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing softly. "Y-You're here! I thought I lost you..."

"I've been right here the whole time." She whispered, embracing you as you both cried together and held each other closely. "God, it's so good to have you back."

She pulled you into a tender kiss, showing you how relieved she was to have you in her arms again.

Gloria and the other girls could only smile and applaud. Even Allan began crying at the beautiful display of affection you two shared.

After you parted, you rested your forehead against her own, sighing. "I'm so sorry for whatever I said. It was a mistake to follow Ken back here...I should've been there for you when you needed me-"

"It's alright, you had good intentions. But we're gonna fix the mess he made of this place."

"How?"

"We have a plan that we're gonna enact tonight before the Kens permanently change the constitution," she explained. "But first we need to help all the other Barbies wake up. Are you in?"

You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Is that even a question?"

With the snap of your fingers, your previous attire was swapped with a pink jumpsuit, complete with your own flashy pair of sunglasses.

You felt like a brand new person.

An empowered person.

"Let's get to work, ladies and Allen."

.......

Sure enough, the Barbies' plan to take back this world was a smashing success.

With your help, they managed to reinstate their ruling by manipulating the Kens into fighting amongst themselves on the shores of the beach.

Jealousy is what fueled their war, and it distracted them long enough for you to go to the Pink House and vote to keep the constitution the same as it always was.

It belonged to the Barbies.

And you were there, cheering and hugging your girlfriend as she soon found the courage to join in the excitement, jumping up and down for joy.

The hardest part was done.

Then you helped restore her dreamhouse to its former self...for the most part. Some of the horse decor still remained for now, although it was finally starting to look more dreamy than "mojo dojo".

All that was left now was for the Kens to come and realize their defeat.

When they arrived into the neighborhood, with Beach Ken leading the pack, they were shocked when President Barbie touted the girls' victory over them, proudly dropping an "F-bomb" (as the Real World called it).

You smiled and held Barbie's hand closely, admiring the yellow sun dress she picked out for herself. She never looked more stunning and powerful.

Yet when you two looked back to Ken, he seemed completely lost on what to do now....no longer being that cocky and confident prick he made himself into.

"Kens!!!" He rallied his fellow male dolls together, having them form some kind of shield as they linked their arms together in one final show of rebellion and defiance.

You were bewildered at this display, unsure why they were still trying to fight a battle they knew they lost.

"Who are we attacking, sir?" One Ken asked him nervously.

But he couldn't find the answer to that question, as his eyes fell directly onto you and Barbie for a few moments.

All he could do was stare at you two...

The people he hurt the most in all of this.

All of the sudden, he began wailing uncontrollably, abandoning the other Kens and fleeing into the dreamhouse.

Everyone was puzzled and concerned, especially as you heard sobbing echoing from within the building not long after he disappeared.

"Is he crying..?" The President questioned.

"We'll..see what's up with him." You looked to Barbie, who nodded wordlessly as you both headed inside the dreamhouse.

It didn't take you long to find Ken laying facedown on the bed upstairs, using the mattress to muffle his sobs.

While neither of you believed it was fair for him to have this overly-dramatic meltdown when he took so much away from you and Barbie (including your relationship) in the first place, you began to realize that maybe he didn't want to do any of this.

There had to be a reason he stopped fighting back.

"Ken?" Barbie kneeled down on the mattress, cautiously placing a gentle hand on his back. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..totally.." He mumbled, giving a thumbs up despite his sniffles and shaky voice betraying him.

"It's okay if you're crying. You know, we cried a lot, too..and it's actually kind of amazing." Barbie looked to you, and you nodded in agreement.

"It helped us feel a lot better." You awkwardly patted his head in comfort as his body shuddered with quieter sobs and pathetic sniffles. "There, there. Just let it all out."

"Thank you...you guys have liberated me. I-I know crying's not weak anymore."

"Mhm."

Eventually, you convinced Ken to sit up so you three could properly talk about your feelings. Because there was obviously a LOT of things under the surface that needed resolution. Things that he kept hidden from you deep down that needed to come to light.

Both you and Barbie listened as he explained that he actually hated being in charge of everything, and that he lost interest in patriarchy when it wasn't what he thought it was. But he felt forced to keep up the act.

He also admitted that he let this painful emotion--recognizing it as "jealousy"--consume him too much, hence why he tried putting you with a different Barbie. He was convinced it was the only way to make him feel seen..

Instead, all it did was tear apart whatever good you had as a trio.

It crushed him to witness Barbie wailing for you to come back to her, to hold her and comfort her instead of pushing her away like she was a madwoman.

He had to act like he didn't care at all.

But he did, and it hurt so much to put you both through that. He seemed genuinely sorry about what he's done.

He even offered to let you punch him in the face, just as you did to that man when you first arrived to the Real World, but you refused to, knowing that's not going to make anyone feel better--not even yourself.

So instead he slapped himself in the face as retribution, and wallowed over his own existence and purpose as a Ken doll.

He was made to love a Barbie, yet he had none to attach himself to anymore.

If he couldn't be that, then why was he here at all?

It was hard seeing him going through his own crisis, so you encouraged him to find himself and discover who he is beyond his intended purpose and accessories.

If he wanted to find true happiness, he needed to discover who Ken was.

Once you told him this, he felt his like eyes were finally being opened for the first time, as did the other Kens in the neighborhood who overheard your moving words and realized their wrongdoings, too.

You smiled at them, only to be caught off-guard when Ken jumped to his feet and brought you into a tight hug, laughing with tears in his eyes. You barely managed to hug him back before he let go and raced off to the slide.

He went down it with such whimsical childlike joy as he had a new epiphany.

Something ten times better than "men ruled the world":

This one was "Ken is me".

With him finally making peace with himself, you and Barbie headed out of the dreamhouse hand-in-hand, wondering what awaited both of you now.

Of course you two were together, still. And you felt more human than doll at this point...but where does your story go from here?

Did you two even have a ending?

Fortunately, the answer came in the shape of your creator, who appeared before all the dolls and humans (including the Mattel executives who somehow infiltrated Barbieland), and invited Barbie on a walk.

You let her go, wondering if you'll ever see her again..

But then she stopped and looked back at you for a few long moments, having doubts about leaving you behind.

You've been there for her after all this time. Ever since the day she fell from her dreamhouse and talked to you about her crisis...you've always been there to support and encourage her.

All she did was look at Ruth's spirit, no words exchanged as she simply nodded her head, before glancing back at you and extending her hand out.

She wanted you to follow her again.

And you did.

This time, into the light of humanity.

.........

--[Several Months Later]---

"Welcome to your new home, little guy."

With a soft whisper, you gently pried open the pet carrier, gazing inside at the shy golden labrador pup. He seemed nervous, but with your soft encouragement, he stepped out onto the floor of your apartment.

One that you shared with Barbie--or Barbra, as you called her now.

You and her have finally gotten used to living in the Real World, now being humans yourselves with so much you had yet to discover.

There were good and bad times.

But above all else, you two were still together.

And for a while, you have been thinking about adopting a pet dog and raising it with her. You had a talk, did your best research, and ultimately found a local pet shelter than had sweet animals who were in desperate need of homes.

After coming back to the apartment with one extra passenger, you called out to Barbra, seeing her coming into the living room section.

"Oh you're back already! Did you find any....?"

Immediately, her gaze went down to the pup, and she smiled brightly. "Awwww, he's so cute!! Hi, sweetie!!" She cooed and kneeled down, taking him into her arms as he yipped and licked the side of her face. "Wow, you're a hyper little guy aren't you? Did [y/n] pick you out? Did they do a good job?"

"I hope so." You chuckled, putting your car keys away before you joined your girlfriend on the floor. "I didn't think humans had to do so much paperwork just to adopt a dog...they were also talking about all these vaccines he'll need to be updated on."

"Yeah, I heard pets need some of those from time to time. Complicated stuff, for sure." She shook her head. "But we'll figure it all out. Does he have a name?"

"Oh, they didn't give him one, but it didn't take me too long to figure that out." You held your arms out, and she passed the pup into them.

"That's good, so..what are we calling him?"

Looking up at her, you had the warmest smile on your face.

"I think "Tanner" is perfect."

#clanask #anonymous #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #margot barbie x reader #doll reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #barbie spoilers

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cybercasket · 2 months

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Sally Williams headcanons

(CW for discussion of coping with death + trauma. I go in-depth into Sally's mentality towards what happened, but I don't talk about the trauma itself.)

To start things off, this is based off of Sally's official character sheets (2017/most recent sheet) (2013) and what I remember from the story more than they are the fandom's perception of her. These headcanons might make more sense if you check those out first!

🧸 According to her creator La-Mishi-Mish, her body's age can change. She's chronologically in her 60s, mentally + spiritually 12 (her age at death), and typically appears 8. She used to have the ability to turn any age she wanted, but it got retconned because La-Mishi-Mish kept getting called out for being irresponsible and creepy with it.

So, I think that Sally's form can shift ages to some extent, though it's mostly subconscious and based on her state of mind. It's a little bit like the early Steven Universe episode "So Many Birthdays" except a bit more stable.

🎀 Sally is actually deathly afraid of becoming older, and does everything she can to maintain the persona of an innocent 8 year old girl.

To her, 8 was one of the last few good years of her short life--afterwards is when everything became bad and wrong, and she was subject to so much judgement, criticism, responsibility, and predatory behavior from the people around her that she couldn't handle at the time.

She's afraid that being much older than 8 will make her a target.

🎠 Sally romanticizes being younger a lot, though she also likes the way it makes other people perceive her. By behaving more incompetent, temperamental, and oblivious than she really is, she can make people believe that she's cute, innocent, and incapable of wrong. She has a strong internalized belief that being older is dangerous, while being younger is safe.

🧸 She age regresses intentionally (from 12 to 8) by heavily focusing on her more childish interests (eg. Dolls, girl toys, and princesses) and by pushing away/repressing parts of her that she seems too mature or grown-up (eg. Certain words, ways of speaking, and knowledge/awareness she has).

🎀 According to her creator, Sally spends a lot of time in the woods near her house playing with kids at the local playground.

I think she is absolutely DEDICATED to the act of being a completely normal 8 year old girl. She'll bandage the bleeding from her head, watch all their shows, learn all their games and slang, and even collect the toys they like so she can fit in and play with them.

🎠 Lately though, she's been having to tell kids that her parents don't let her use her iPad much. There's always a bit of an adjustment period for her between each new generation of kids, but she really struggles to wrap her head around Gen Alpha's modern technology.

🧸 Speaking of technology... She's not good at it. For a long time she didn't really bother to learn since stuff like computers and phones were associated with older people, and her not knowing how to use them fed into an image of her being cute and childlike. However, it's genuinely bewildering and confusing to her.

🎀 Do NOT play Roblox with her, it will take 20 minutes for her to join your game and she won't know the first thing about how to play it 😭😭😭. Though with enough patience, you could probably get her hooked on something like Adopt Me.

She's not good at other games either, though she usually doesn't try in competitive video games (eg. Mario Kart) on purpose because she doesn't really understand them, and likes seeing how happy the people she's playing with get when they win :-).

🎠 She has a ton of excuses memorized for why her parents are never there with her at the playground, and why the parents of other kids can't meet her parents.

Sometimes it doesn't work out so well, and she has to spend a few hours trying to find a way to wiggle out of a missing person's report... She usually hangs out farther away from where the adults are to avoid ending up in awkward situations like that.

🧸 Over time, her perception of her years from 0-8 and her years from 9-12 became really polarized--in her mind, her younger years were all really good, happy, and romanticized, and her older years were completely terrible and miserable.

Like, in her head 1st and 2nd grade were happy and peaceful, meanwhile 4th and 5th grade were completely miserable and that's when her life became terrible. Realistically there was good and bad in both, but she isn't able to see it that way.

🎀 Everything past 9 for her is a blur until she has to connect with people closer to her death age, which then makes her shift her physical appearance back to where it'd normally sit. Her older years become a little bit easier to process in that state.

She tries to act a bit more like a "big kid" to fit in, but she's extremely out of practice since she's almost always acting 8, so she ends up coming off a bit immature.

🎠 She misremembers herself dying younger often.

🧸 She doesn't like throwing temper-tantrums (especially around strangers) because it's difficult to tell how people will react to them, however she plans them out strategically and WILL have them if it means she gets what she wants. She represses a lot of her emotions and releases them during these (Though she does have plenty of genuine breakdowns as well, since she's mentally 12 and has been suffering from PTSD and depression for the past 50 or so years.)

🎀 Maintaining her appearance as a young girl takes stamina/energy, though being 12 takes the least because it's more authentic to her.

🎠 According to Sally's creator, she also haunts her childhood home. I think her house is her safe space where she can be herself without worrying about how she's perceived by others.

It's really messy (she's a bit of a hoarder and only cleans when the mess becomes inconvenient to her,) and she has a huge collection of toys and books.

🧸 Her toy collection spans multiple decades, and she even still has some toys from back when she was alive deep in her collection somewhere in terrible condition. She doesn't usually have whole sets, just a few pieces here and there she decided to keep from the people she plays with (whether they left them at the playground or she decides to pocket something small she likes but the other kid doesn't seem to care about while they're playing) or from CVS or something.

🎀 Sally really likes reading, but she's a little self-conscious about it because she likes to read books that are far above the reading level and outside of the interests of the average 8 year old, like Pride and Prejudice. She also likes watching old movies from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, and has a secret obsession with Marilyn Monroe.

She also likes reading romance, but sex scenes trigger the hell out of her so when she comes across one, she gets out a giant black crayon (because black covers the words the best,) and just starts madly scribbling over it.

🎠 Sally likes horror a little bit too, because darker stories and themes often reflect how miserable she feels deep down. However, since she's 12 and doesn't have a large capacity for tolerating the heavier stuff, she usually keeps it light.

Most of it isn't worth much, but there's probably a couple things that are like $200 or something and she has no idea because she barely uses the internet.

🧸 When she runs out of stamina or gets too triggered, her body morphs into a very pale, bony, frail old woman with sunken cheeks. It's terrifying for both her and whoever witnesses it.

🎀 She doesn't kill, but I feel like it's less of a morality thing and more because she's too squeamish and also terrified of the consequences of getting aggressive/violent with someone who ends up attacking her back. Rapists in particular make her angry enough to almost want to kill.

🎠 She's emotionally attached to and chases Ben, but he doesn't reciprocate it. They're both technically the same age (both being dead at 12), but while Sally embraces her childishness and immaturity almost to a fault, Ben is deeply ashamed of and uncomfortable with his which leads to him feeling easily annoyed or disgusted by Sally. Basically, Ben is too much of an "Ew, that's for babies" type of kid to enjoy playing with Sally 😭😭.

#sally williams #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #sally creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ben drowned #jeff the killer #ticci toby #slenderman #nina the killer #THIS POSTED EARLY NOOOOOO

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meowcats734 · 4 months

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(prompt response) A girl grows up thinking that all doors are automatic, but it's actually the work of a polite ghost.

I'd thought the four of us had gotten to know each other pretty well at the Silent Academy. At the very least, Lucet, Meloai, and I hung out together for pretty much every waking moment we had, and it was a rare week that didn't see Sansen and I sipping slurry and brandy together in his comfortable, hand-built home.

But as it turned out, hanging out together in the controlled environment of school was one thing. Trekking across the country and sleeping in the same camp for weeks was an entirely different level of intimacy that I didn't expect. In the first week alone, I learned that Lucet snored, Sansen liked staying up late humming to himself, and Meloai just flat-out didn't sleep at all, instead electing to keep watch for us as we rested.

I learned other things, too. As the food supplies we'd brought with us from the Peaks ran low and I had to fall back on the foraging skills I'd learned as a child, I found out that Lucet was a surprisingly picky eater. I, personally, saw nothing wrong with the meat slurries that were a staple food of the Redlands, and the only thing Meloai ate was a couple soul fragments harvested from the gremsquirrels we hunted, but for some reason, Lucet didn't seem to be a big fan of the ground-up meat powder that I'd grown up on.

Explaining that the meat grinder was a metaphor for the constant violence in the Redlands didn't seem to do much for her appetite, either.

Things got even weirder when we started reaching villages. The first one we found—Hatebroke, according to the lonely entrance sign—was entirely abandoned, and stripped clean of anything remotely perishable. I was just getting comfortable with the empty village when a door suddenly swung open as Meloai walked past.

"Rifts!" I swore.

"Where?" Meloai asked, gaze swiveling.

"What? No, it's an expression—the door, Meloai. Did—you have to have to have seen that, right?"

"Uh, sure? But don't all doors do that?" Meloai asked, taking a step towards the abandoned cabin. The wooden door swung open with impeccable precision, and I could have sworn the hinges even oiled themselves as they moved.

"...No, Meloai," I said. "Doors do not normally open themselves as people pass."

"Really?" Meloai frowned. "They did all the time when I grew up."

"No offense, Meloai, but you grew up in a dead nobleman's creepy-ass extradimensional basement," I said. "I'm pretty sure that your definition of 'normal' is pretty different from human standard."

Lucet kicked me in the shin. "Hey. Be nice, Cienne."

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just a little bit stressed from... I dunno... getting chased out of the only home I had left by a fucking eldritch abomination? If this is Iola messing with us..." I took a step forwards and shut the door; it didn't open again.

"I don't think this is Iola," Sansen said, frowning at the door. "This... I think it's a different soulspace entity. And if my guess is right, it's one that probably decided to follow Meloai around ever since she left the Plane of Elemental Insecurity."

"Wait, so we've been stalked by some invisible soulspace entity for months now? How come we haven't noticed?" Lucet said.

"Say the part about it being invisible again," I said, "but slowly."

Lucet flicked my forehead. Ow, but I guess I deserved that. "You know what I mean. Meloai, does this door-opening thing happen all the time?"

"Yes," Meloai said, grumbling. "Not like it mattered much at the Silent Academy, since there were always so many people moving around that the doors were always open anyway. Look, I obviously turned out okay, and I spent twenty years with this kind of thing happening. Don't we have more important things to worry about? Like, uh, getting enough food for you guys to eat?"

"Well, hang on, maybe one of those problems can be a solution to the other." Sansen, by virtue of being older than Meloai, Lucet, and I combined, was the de facto leader of our little group of adventurers. "I've seen people come and go in my time, and I've even encountered the soulspace entities they've left behind. If this soulspace entity is formed from the soul fragments of who I think it is, then he's not going to be hostile."

"Didn't you just say it was something from Lord Tanryn's vault?" I asked.

"Yes, but I don't think it's that puffed-up nobleman himself. He wouldn't stoop so low as to open doors for some commoner."

"Then... who is it?" I turned to Sansen, frowning. The old man had forgotten more than I'd ever know, and I trusted his judgement.

A faint smile spread across Sansen's face. "I think it's his old butler." He cleared his throat. "Meloai. Did the soulspace entity ever set tables for you?"

Meloai gave him an uncertain nod. "I... think? That's the thing where all the silverware flies into place, and the tablecloth straightens itself out with a whoomph, right?"

"...In this context, sure," Sansen said. "Did he—did the entity do the little thing with the three types of forks? The one with two little tines on the left, the bigger one in the middle, and that delicate, long, pointy one on the right?"

Meloai nodded enthusiastically. "See? It is normal for tables to do that."

"Oi," I muttered. "Well, I guess it's not the weirdest thing we consider normal nowadays."

"Yeah, that's ol' Mairel alright." Sansen's old gaze stared into the distance as he remembered. "He was my first crush, back in the day. If there's still enough of him left to remember how to wait tables and grease doors... well. Indulge an old man for a moment, will you?"

The three of us traded looks, then nodded at once. We may have been an eccentric little group, but we were tight-knit. We trusted each other. "Whatcha need, Sansen?" I asked.

His requests were fairly simple. We cleared out the front yard of the abandoned shack, smoothing over the dirt with our feet and hands—and as we did, something... else... joined us. Something that barely remembered how to speak or think, but still knew how to set a dance floor. Within minutes, we'd cleared a square of land, with Sansen standing in the middle.

And the old man began to dance.

Wordlessly at first, the waltz was an invitation. He took the lead, and empty air followed. And then, all at once, the air wasn't empty anymore. There was no flash of light, no thunderous miracles, but Sansen's steps became more sure, his weight more freely shifted, as he leaned on a partner who wasn't there but had been, once, long ago.

Meloai began to hum to herself, a wordless childhood lullaby that she must have heard when she was growing up, and the cadence of the tune matched the waltz to perfection.

The old man and the ghost finished their dance, and I felt a whisper of wind rustle around the impromptu dance floor.

Then the miracle was over, and suddenly, Sansen was holding nothing but empty air. He let out a long, contented sigh, memory coursing through him.

Then he opened his eyes, smiling.

"You wanted food, kids?" He stepped forwards, opening the door to the abandoned shack. Behind it, impossibly, incongruously, was a fully-set banquet table, resplendent with rich foods from an era long past, with three delicate forks set precisely by each setting. "Seems like there's something left of Mairel after all."

And the four of us ate gratefully, sustained by the memory of a ghost of an old man's friend.

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𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘐

I'd Rather Not

Word Count: 2.6k Words Warnings: Cussing, Terrible Humor, Reader is a player, Shuri has a staring problem

Y/N L/N has built her reputation amongst the students and teachers. Teachers knew her as a young lady with a bright future, while the students knew her as the school's fuck girl and dealer.

Yesterday marked the third year since she left her kingdom, and she still hadn't gone to visit. Three years since she last spoke to her grandparents, three years since she'd seen her sister, Nuru. Today was the anniversary of her and her roommate's friendship.

Riri Williams is a young woman busying herself with small and big projects. She got into MIT with a scholarship granted by the late Ironman, who paid for her books, dorm, tuition, and everything.

"Happy Anniversary," Riri hums and flops onto the floor next to Y/N. She took pride in knowing everything about Y/N, like her real name, where she was from, and more. She even knew about how her parents died and when she lost her virginity. They developed a pattern of Y/N doing random things at odd hours of the night and Riri attempting to stop her. Like yesterday, Y/N drove to glue chicken nuggets to her least favorite teacher's desk.

"We sound like a couple," Y/N scoffs as she lifts her body onto her bed, dragging Riri with her. They sit with their backs against the wall and a laptop playing Scooby Doo in front of them. Her eyelids are heavy, and she feels like she's floating.

"We ain't ever gon date, said so yourself," The shorter girl denies, leaning into her friend's side as she remembered when Y/N turned her down. Y/N told her she would never date her, not because she wasn't attractive, but because it wasn't in her nature to date. She never fully dated anyone, only sneaky links.

"That don't stop you from liking me," Y/N chuckles as she shifts the two to lie down.

"Go to sleep, T."

The first three classes were easy minus random girls coming up asking for a quick meet or boys asking when Y/N would swing both ways. As usual, she turned the heads of both students and teachers, men and women. Y/N knew she was pretty, had since she was six after she batted her eyelashes at the cook so he'd give her two cookies instead of one.

It didn't help that she carried herself with masculine confidence, or at least that's what Riri said.

"It's something about a masculine woman with confidence that just butters our biscuits," She chuckled, her lips pursed as she tried to stop the smile from showing.

"Never say that shit again," Y/N deadpanned.

"I gotta stop hanging with Kayla."

She had one more class today, then she could sleep, but before that, she needed to get her textbook. The teacher, Mr. John, was her least favorite teacher of all. He was your stereotypical creepy teacher. Telling girls off for showing skin, giving remarks that made girls giggle uncomfortably, and he always seemed to be looking at the girls' legs.

It took eight minutes for Y/N to get to her dorm. She was stopped by a group of boys paying her for supplying their party and two girls throwing compliments at her.

Though the dorm was also Y/N's, she still knocked on the door. It felt wrong to barge in. It was like your sibling barging into your room, and then leaving the door open.

"Ri," She knocks twice, pressing her ear against the door. "I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Took me a couple of months, but I had my friend- Did we piss off Wakanda?"

"Not just us, this place is no longer-"

Knocking on the door interrupts Shuri, and the two glance between the door and each other.

"Ri, I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Just tell me where it is," Riri shouted, shoving past the shocked princess and looking around for the thick book. She hears Shuri asking her who it was, she ignores it in favor of stopping the door from opening.

"You got somebody over or something?" The person whispers, her filed fingernails poking over Riri's head to wave into the room.

"Just tell me where it is and I'll-WOAH!" Riri stumbles back, barely avoiding being hit by the door as it swings open.

Shuri and Y/N stared at each other before the woman glared at her while reaching back to slam the door shut. "Who is this woman?!"

"Why didn't you stay outside?!" Riri shouts back, running around the two to grab her bag.

"Why is she here?!" Y/N interjected, following after Riri as she waved her hand towards Shuri, narrowly avoiding her face. Riri sighed, she should've known her roommate would come back soon.

Her eyes widen in realization before spinning back to point between the two women, "She helped me build it! Why you ain't here for her?"

"Build what?" Y/N demanded, twisting so she could look between the two. Shuri tilted her head, her eyes trailing the taller woman's figure before shaking her head clear of any thoughts.

"Ms. Willams built a vibranium detector. Did you help her?"

"I did a little razzle-dazzle," She admitted, scratching her head as she looked to the side. Riri shouted at her, reaching over to smack the woman's arm.

"Razzle dazzle, my ass! You helped me find parts and made corrections," She corrected, using her fingers to list each task. "You used that thing from your alarm clock to make it work."

"Will you shut the hell up?!"

"I need you to pack your things and come with me right now," Shuri demanded, glancing between the two.

"I have class in like fifteen minutes, and Y/N's late for hers," Riri protested as she shared a look with her roommate. Flinching at the glare Shuri gave her, Riri sighed as she looked around the room.

"Ok, just let me go to the bathroom real quick," Riri said as she crept around the princess who watched Y/N. Faintly she hears her roommate mumble, 'Why is she staring like that?' Halfway through the door, she looked up and cursed, "Shit!"

She ran to the corner of the room, glaring at the bald black woman who entered from the bathroom.

"I had it under control," Shuri insisted, slightly irritated. Okoye shrugged, her eyes never straying from Riri, "You asked for five minutes, I gave you six."

Riri watched as both of them crept towards her, and Y/N stepped in front of her. Shuri held her hand out, "Calm down." She pleaded.

"Get out," Riri demanded as she waved her hands towards the door, peeking around Y/N's arm. "Get out of our dorm."

The shorter girl looked around for something and settled for the speaker on the desk. She snatched it and held it in her arms, ready to throw it. "I swear, you better not take another step towards us."

"Mmph see how they teach the children here to treat their guests," Okoye said to Shuri in mock disappointment. Riri took the opportunity to shove her roommate and heave the speaker towards them. Okoye whipped her hand out, and a small metal rod extended into a full spear, slicing the speaker in half.

Shuri and Riri's mouths dropped open in shock at the action, "You brought a spear in here?!"

"I like her," Okoye chuckled. She grunted when Y/N threw a pillow at her, and she shouted, "We don't like you, this is a completely one-sided relationship!"

A breathy chuckle to her left drew Okoye's attention from the panicking duo and toward Shuri, whose eyes were still on Y/N. Riri lifted a heater over her head as the general stepped forward and grinned at them, "You small small girl, you can either come to Wakanda with your giant friend, conscious or unconscious."

"You need to be conscious of the way that you look, walking 'round here all that ash on your head," Riri sassed, glaring at the offended woman.

"Since the ash has been acknowledged, I'm offering you help," Y/N grinned, stepping around Riri to grab a small bottle of oil. She spun back toward the glaring woman with a smile and presented the bottle, "Use this hair oil to get rid of the rolling in baby powder look."

Shuri laughed as she leaned forward slightly before she stood straight to avoid Okoye's glare. "That's funny?"

"No, no it's not," she answered, trying to control her laugh.

"Mhm, I told you," she said, hitting Shuri's arm. The princess smiled in assurance, "You look good."

"Now, wait a minute," Y/N shouted, stepping and glancing between the two. "You knew she was walking round here looking like that?"

"She knew!" Okoye shouted, pointing at Shuri over Y/N's shoulder. The two shared a chuckle at the general's obvious distress. "Sweetheart, that is just foul."

"Riri!" Y/N started, quickly spinning to the startled girl. "If you ever do that to me, I will shave you bald and put baby powder on your head, so you twinning with black Caillou over here."

"Who is this Caillou?" Okoye scoffed, looking over at Shuri, who shrugged.

"It don't matter, we not going," Riri chuckled, adjusting the heater when Okoye went to step forward.

"You know what?" Shuri began, stepping back to grin at Okoye, "Let's leave them here and let them deal with the merman with winged ankles, who wants to kill them, alone."

"You're right," Okoye nodded as the pair walked towards the door. Just before they opened it, Shuri turned back with a grin and danced, "You got this."

"Mhm, with your heater," Okoye grumbled.

"Hell no," Y/N groaned, shuffling around before running around to pack her things.

"T, what're you doing?" Riri asked, watching the girl put folded clothes into a bag. She spun around to glare at Riri and waved her arms at Shuri, "Did you not just hear what she just said?"

After a moment, Riri sighed and went to pack her bag, "We'll need to stop by the workshop, all our projects are there."

They walked towards the car with Okoye in front of them and Shuri behind them. A girl walking past grinned at the group, "Hey, Y/N, you got a new toy for yourself?"

Shuri raised a brow but continued to walk. She could hear another person running up to them. "Y/N, wait!"

They paused right at the car and turned to look at the approaching woman. She was average height with braids in a bun. Y/N rolled her eyes with a huff as the girl reached up to hug her. Her hands stayed in her pockets as she leaned down slightly for her, "What's wrong now, Nat?"

"Just wondering where ya going?" Nature pouted, huffing when the taller girl shoved her away.

"Not like it matters, 'cause we ain't together, I'm working," Y/N murmured, scratching her neck as she glanced at the group behind her.

Okoye was checking something on her beads while Riri was staring at the pair. Shuri seemed to be glaring at the two of them, looking away when she caught Y/N's eye.

"Who is that?" She whispered, staring at the pair out the corner of her eye. Riri sighed as she shook her head, "One of her crazy ex flings, she got tired of the girl following her around and getting jealous. They ain't fucking no more, but Nature has a bad habit of telling everyone she's dating her."

Noticing the way Shuri's jaw clenched, she quickly spoke, "They never were and still aren't."

"Ready to go, sweetheart?"

An arm wrapped around Shuri's shoulders and pulled her into Y/N's side. She could see Nature glaring at her over her shoulder and grinned. Wrapping her arm around Y/N's waist, Shuri snickered, "Of course, Sthandwa."

Y/N smiled to herself and opened the door to let Shuri in. "This is the passenger side," Shuri argued as Riri and Okoye got in the back.

"Do you know where the garage is?" Y/N asked, lifting Shuri into the car and closing the door after checking she was in her seat correctly.

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