#if i could id give you him. and him again. and his weapon.

[mondaymelon]

AAAAA

MELON

I LOST FURINA TO DEHYA

I DIDN'T EVEN GET A DILUC CONSTELLATION :(((

NOOO CIRCY NOOOOOO !!!! its... o- yeah. its not okay. we need to hold a funeral. for both furina (lmao after the archon quest this makes a silly amount of sense), for your primogems, and of course, you. because i assume you are dying right now.

ID SAY ITS OKAY BUT CMON WE ALL KNOW ITS NOT>.. I MEAN DEHYA IS COOL RIGHT. HER KIT IS A LITTLE... MM... BUT HER IDLES AND VOICELINES ARE REALLY COOL !!! HER DESIGN IS SUPER PRETTY !!!! YOULL... YOULL MAKE IT OUT OF THIS....?

[meatonfork]

Hi! Can I request for a grim au where, grim goes missing and the whole squad is freaking out. Then, grim just comes out of no where, covered in blood from head to toe after surviving an ambush. They take care of her and after she’s taken care of, they get ready to absolutely destroy the people who hurt her.

How Copy?

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pairings: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: cod violence, blood, angsty, nudity (not sexual)

summary: when grim goes missing, the task force fears the worst of their friend.

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“grim, how copy?” soap heard ghost’s voice crackle through the comms. his heart sank upon not hearing a response.

“grim! how copy?” again, soap and ghost were met with silence.

“god, damn it. soap, you have eyes on them?”

“no, sir.” a sigh left soap’s mouth as his brows furrowed upon the realization that you weren’t going to respond anytime soon.

the last they’d heard from you was when you’d announced that gaz had been right, and this had in fact been an ambush. that was over twenty minutes ago, and nothing since.

rubble surrounded soap’s boots, crunching under his weight as he scanned his surroundings. fallen buildings and ash littered the ground as smoke bellowed into the air. sweat had started to form at his hairline from not only running around, but worry at your lack of response.

“can we look for them?” gaz asked as he lifted his foot over a large piece of building.

“no. we need to go to the rendezvous, we can come up with something there. mission comes first, you know that, gaz.” price’s voice was strained as he answered. he didn’t like the answer he had to give, but emotion couldn’t take control. they had a mission to finish, and then you came next. they could only hope they weren’t too late by the time they’d find you.

reluctantly, gaz answered his captain’s command, “yes, sir.”

and, to the rendezvous point they went.

it was right after sunset, the four men gathered around a table as they figured out their next move. the targets had been detained. a russian operating force who was in the process of getting a new weapon that could wipe out countries at the flick of a switch.

now you.

“you think they were taken? grim isn’t dumb enough to turn off their comms.” gaz was getting frustrated. he had come to a quick conclusion that they were going around in circles. no one could decide on what to do, which was rather odd for their group considering who they were. but they were frazzled. someone so important to them has gone missing, and they all only wanted the best outcome from this incident.

“no. absolutely not. they’re too quick. no way they would’ve gotten taken. they could be hiding.” soap quickly countered back.

“then why the fuck aren’t they answering?” gaz quickly stood from his chair.

“they could be compromised. unable to answer.” soap stared him in the eye, daring him to lash out.

gaz’s nostrils flared as his eye twitched.

“calm down. now. we can’t help them if we’re arguing.” price cut in, hands up as if to prepare to physically diffuse the situation.

“well, let’s stop goi-“ soap was cut off at the sound of a thump outside the front door.

ghost was on watch, “i don’t see anything. there’s no one there.” his eyes narrowed from behind his mask as he looked through the scope of his rifle. shifting ever so slightly as he scanned the immediate area.

“then what the fuck was that?” price stood, and made his way to ghost.

“no ide-“

the door slamming open startled all four men, weapons drawing in the direction of the door.

everyone froze as you entered the room, blood covering your small shaking figure.

your hair was matted with dirt and blood, eyes wide and darting around the room. your black fitted shirt was torn, and that was made the men notice your tactical vest was missing.

you right arm was raised to your left bicep, blood seeping from between your fingers. a sizable cut made home on your throat, making the guys’ eyes immediately hone in on it.

“grim? are you okay?” price gently reached for your figure, pausing when you flinched back.

“please don’t. please don’t touch me.” a raspy breath shuttered from your cracked lips.

your eyes wouldn’t meet any of theirs, a steady tremor racking your body made it almost impossible for you to continue standing on your own.

“grim, you wanna come sit down? we gotta check out your wounds, kid.” gaz stayed where he stood, slowly raising his hands to show he was no threat to you.

standing there a second longer, you nodded. no one made a move to help you, fearing you’d lash out. instead, they let you have your moment of silence and independence before bothering to help you.

soft murmurs from deep voices met your ears, but you made no move to see who was talking. you could barely even feel your own hand gripping your arm with white knuckles.

the couch cushion under your bottom barely even registered in your mind. you sat there, unmoving as you slowly made your way back to reality. five grueling minutes before you finally came down from the adrenaline flooding your system.

a sob wracked your body, making the men in the room turn to your hunched over figure sat on the edge of the couch.

“gaz,” a whisper left your mouth, “please. kyle, please help me.”

kyle’s hair stood on end as a shiver ran over his body. he’d never heard you call for him so desperately. you’d never used his name unless it was absolutely necessary. if asked how he felt right then, he would say he was terrified. no one actually knew what had happened to you while you were missing. anything could’ve happened in those long hours you were gone.

he quickly, but steadily made his way to you; crouching in front of you, as to not startle you.

“what do you need me to do, grim?” his voice held desperation.

“i need to change. i need to get out of these clothes, please.” your hand reached out to grip his shirt, knuckles whitening.

“okay.” he nodded.

helping you off the couch, he took you to the bathroom.

under your shirt was more blood. small nicks here and there littered your skin. nothing too major, gaz had noted.

“do you want to shower? i think it would help.”

you’d only nodded, and he turned to start the shower. making sure the water wouldn’t be too hot nor too cold.

he helped you undress and step into the tub. and when you meekly asked him to help you with your hair, he did it with no hesitation. you needed help, and he was there to do so.

after you washed the blood and ash from your skin, he helped you change into a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt.

“we gotta look at your wounds, kid. ghost can help with that.” gaz’s eyes were kind, and his touch on your lower back was barely noticeable from how soft he was being.

“okay.”

stepping out, you made a beeline to the giant lieutenant.

“can you help me with these?” your shaky hand pointed to your neck and arm.

he looked you over. you looked like shit. blood seeping from your wounds and onto your freshly clean skin. a nasty bruise was forming beneath your left eye and around your neck.

“yeah, c’mon.” he beckoned you over to the table.

he made quick work, cleaning and stitching the wounds. his touch was gentle, which was a stark contrast to the anger radiating from his form.

you cleared your throat as he wrapped gauze around your bicep, “are you… are you mad at me?”

his eyes widened and snapped to yours, “what?”

his harsh tone made you flinch.

he sighed at your movement, “i mean, no. why the hell would i be mad at you?”

“i didn’t answer my comms.”

he stared at you, dumbfounded. “kid, i’m not mad at you at all. we don’t even know what the fuck happened to you. why would i be mad at you for getting hurt?” he continued wrapping your arm, quickly starting on your throat.

“i don’t know.” you whispered back. tears pooled in your waterline. “i was really scared. they just came from nowhere. i wanted to answer back, i promise! i just couldn’t. and then- and then they broke my earpiece, so i couldn’t hear you. and-“

“kid, hush. it’s okay. you’re okay. we’re here. we’re safe.” his hand latched onto your shoulder, lightly squeezing.

you took a deep breath in, “thank you, simon.”

“of course. now, let’s go find the sons of bitches who did this, and go home. yeah?”

“they’re dead.”

silence overtook the room.

“what?” price moved to stand next to you, eyes locking onto yours.

“i killed them. i wouldn’t be here if i hadn’t.” you shakily ran your hand through your wet hair. “they’re dead. all of them.”

“okay, then.” price cleared his throat.

you watched in silence as ghost packed up the med kit.

“can we go home?”

“we’re leaving in the morning, kid. come eat and then you can get some rest, mkay?” price helped you up from your seat.

“okay.”

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a/n: mmmm idk if i like this that much LMAO

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Toji x Reader Fanfic Part 1

You’re in love with Toji, even after finding out he trains sex dolls at the Doll House. Taking a chance, you sell yourself to the Doll House so he can be your trainer, and you bet him that you can make him fall for you by the end of the training.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.

Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Toji’s. I’m not sure how many parts it will have. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol. 

Smut. 18+. Short Fem Reader. Cock drunk reader. Age difference (Reader is 20, Toji is 38). Size difference kink. Oral sex. Fingering. Use of aphrodisiacs. Divider by @benkeibear!

You’ll never forget the day you met Fushiguro Toji. It was your first day at your first job, straight out of high school. A job you still have now, over two years later: working the register at a convenience store in town. 

That day, you were still being taught the ropes by a friendly older co-worker. You heard the bell on the door signaling a customer was walking in, and you turned to give them the practiced greeting. What you found was the biggest, tallest, hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. He was quite a bit older than you, with a scar on the corner of his mouth, but he was absolutely ripped and had lovely green eyes. He was wearing simple clothes, sweatpants and a T-shirt that clung a little too tightly to his muscular form. 

At first glance, he was intimidating. He had a dangerous aura to him, and you remember thinking that he could rob the place and not even need a weapon. You glanced at your co-worker, who smiled and whispered, “I know he’s kinda scary, but he’s a regular. Don’t worry.”

You watched the man grab a few snacks and a pack of beer, then bring them to the counter. When he was standing right in front of you, his imposing height was even more noticeable. Especially considering your short stature. 

As you nervously rang up his items, you looked up at him and said, “May I please see your ID?”

You felt silly asking this man for ID to buy beer when he was obviously much older than you, but your co-worker was watching your performance on your first day. You’d been told to always ask for ID, no matter what, when selling alcohol. 

The man didn’t seem offended, thank goodness. He pulled out a wallet and then a drivers license. You stared at it, trying to glean as much information as you could without being weird about it. His name was Fushiguro Toji. Thirty-six years old. Shit, he was old enough to be your dad, exactly twice your age at the time. 

But you’d smiled and thanked him, saying the usual, “Have a nice night!”

He smiled back and said, “You too!” as he walked out the door. And you were a goner.

Over the next few months, Toji came into the store often, at least three or four times a week. You’d finally gotten comfortable enough to start making small talk with him, and a few times he even lingered after paying for his items, just chatting with you. 

There was nothing romantic or even flirty about his attitude towards you. He probably thought you were too young for him. But by this point you were nursing a pretty major crush. There was something about his casual, easy-going attitude that contrasted with his huge size and the intimidating, dangerous vibes he emitted. It drove you wild. 

Everything changed one night, nearly a year after you started working at the convenience store. You were working alone on a slow night when a man dressed in dark colors, a hood pulled up over his hair, walked in. He lurked in the store for a bit, browsing the magazine rack and then the beverages. When he finally brought a few items up to the counter, you began ringing them up. 

All at once, out of nowhere, there was a large knife pointing at your throat. The man was holding it steadily in his hand as he said, “Empty the register!”

By reflex, you held your hands up in a motion of surrender. “Please, sir, don’t hurt me! I’m just-“

“Empty the fucking register or I’ll stab you in the fucking face!”

With trembling hands, you opened the register and began placing the stacks of money on the counter. Your heart was pounding rapidly, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead, tears threatening to leak from your eyes. You’d never been more terrified in your life. 

There was a button on the underside of the counter that would trigger an alarm system when pressed, but the man was watching your hands intently. You didn’t dare do anything to anger him. Even so, when you were almost finished emptying the register, he suddenly jabbed the knife in your direction, almost stabbing you in the cheek. 

“You pushed the button, didn’t you?!” he demanded, his eyes wild. 

“No! I never touched it! I swear!”

He raised the knife, preparing to slash down at you, but he froze mid swing when the bell on the door jangled. Both of you looked toward the door, only to see Toji walking inside. 

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried. Toji looked strong, but he was unarmed. You didn’t want him to be hurt. 

Toji looked at you, at your frightened face, your hands in front of you in a defensive position, then at the man holding the knife. The situation must have been clear, because Toji’s expression darkened as he stepped toward the counter. 

The man turned his whole body around to face Toji, the knife now pointed away from you. “Stay back!” the man yelled. There was a tinge of fear in his voice. 

“Are you making trouble in my favorite store? For my favorite cashier?” Toji asked, walking at a leisurely pace. “I can’t let that slide.”

Toji disappeared. That’s the only way you could describe it. He moved so fast that it looked like he disappeared and then reappeared right in front of the man, wrenching the knife free and sending it clattering across the floor. Then, in another instant, the man was on his back on the floor, Toji on top of him, giving him a savage beating. 

You watched the scene with a mixture of awe and fear. Toji was grinning as he repeatedly punched the man in the face, blood and even a couple of teeth flying through the air. It was brutal, it was violent… it was insanely hot. 

When the man stopped moving, seemingly unconscious, Toji stood up and approached the counter. “Are you alright?”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. You looked down at your own hands and realized they were still shaking. In one fluid motion, Toji jumped over the counter and stood next to you. “Hey, are you hurt? Did he cut you?”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t seem to speak. Instead, you threw yourself into his arms. He patted your back. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I took care of him for you,” he said in a voice far softer than you’d ever heard from him. 

He ended up staying with you until the police arrived, and that’s the night your crush on him ended. From that night on, you were in love with him. 

It would be several months after that when you confided in your friendly coworker about your feelings. She looked at you in shock and said, “Oh honey, don’t you know what he does for a living?” When you said no, she gave you a pitying look before saying, “He works as a trainer at the Doll House.”

That came as a huge surprise to you, and also felt like a knife to your heart. So he spent his days having sex with beautiful women. No wonder he never flirted with you, or seemed to notice at all when you made clumsy attempts to flirt with him. 

But it was too late. You were already in love, and finding out you had even less of a chance with him than you already thought did nothing to dampen your passion. You found yourself fantasizing about being a doll he was training, about being pinned down by his muscular body and fucked all night long. 

You’d only had one boyfriend, back in high school. The few times you’d slept with him had been unsatisfying and underwhelming. In fact you’d barely felt him when he was inside you. It left you wondering what sex would feel like with a guy who knew what he was doing, or a guy big enough to make sure you felt him. Toji was certainly a big guy. So you dreamed about him taking you in his bed, bending you over a table, even about him coming into the store and lifting you onto the counter so you’d be high enough for him to fuck you without bending too far. 

Now, exactly two years after meeting him, your desire for him is at an all time high. You want him. All of him. You want him physically, of course, but you want him emotionally as well. You want to spend hours talking to him, because your chats in the store just aren’t enough. You want to meet his family, find out what his favorite books and movies are, to cook dinner with him, to just… know him. 

And so, without consulting anyone who might talk some sense into you, you decide to do something totally reckless and probably stupid. 

You’ve paid such close attention to Toji’s buying habits that you’ve figured out his patterns. Every six weeks, like clockwork, he buys a pack of beer and extra snacks. Otherwise he avoids alcohol and only buys a few items. Your guess, considering the timing, is that he buys these items when he’s finished training a doll, almost like a reward to himself for a job well done. 

He came in early today and bought the “magic items” as you call them. Which means his doll’s training is complete as of today. Which means he’s available as a trainer. 

After he leaves, you take off early from work and head over to the Doll House. You park on the street and watch as Toji’s car pulls around to the back, then you see him walking toward the front door. 

This is your only chance! If you don’t act now, you’ll have to wait another six weeks, and you don’t think you can do that. 

Steeling your resolve, you get out of your car and hurry over to stop Toji before he goes inside. 

“Excuse me, Toji?”

He stops and turns to face you, a flicker of

surprise on his face. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he asks, his tone friendly. 

You hesitate. You had this all planned out, but standing right here in front of him is making you more nervous than you expected. He’s looking at you curiously, probably wondering why the hell you followed him to his job. In a panic, you just blurt out what you want to say. 

“I’m in love with you!”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he says. “I’m flattered, but-“

“And I want to be your doll!”

His face seems to freeze. “Huh?”

Your own face is burning with embarrassment, but you’ve come this far. You can’t back out now. “I want to sell myself to the Doll House, if you’ll agree to be my trainer!”

He leans forward and looks at you closely, then asks, “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty,” you answer. 

He sighs and scratches the back of his head. “Go home. This is no place for you.”

You stare up at him, not backing down. “I’m serious about this. I want you to train me.”

His eyes sweep over you, down and back up. It feels like the first time he’s ever looked at you as a woman. “Look, if you want me to fuck you that badly, I can take you out back and rail you in my car. But you don’t wanna be a doll. Trust me.”

It’s tempting to take him up on that offer. But you can’t let yourself get distracted now. “I don’t just want sex. I mean I want that too but… I’m really in love with you! I want your heart too. If you have no interest in me at all, just say so and I’ll drop it. But if you’re attracted to me, even a tiny bit, let me be your doll!”

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Toji looks down at the girl in front of him, wondering what he did or said to make her feel this way. He’s always thought of her as the cute, cheery little cashier who always greeted him with a bright smile. And that’s pretty much it. He assumed she was younger than she is, probably because she’s so damn short, so it really never occurred to him to think of her in a sexual way. 

But looking at her now, knowing she’s an adult, he thinks she’s quite pretty. Still, she must be naive, or have really bad judgement, if she fell in love with someone like him. And wanting to be a doll? Did she even understand what that meant?

“It’s a ten year contract,” he tells her. “You’re signing away ten years of your life when you become a doll.”

“I know that.”

“You’re basically a sex slave. You have to do all kinds of filthy stuff, whether you want to or not.”

She nods. “I understand.”

Toji thinks she definitely doesn’t understand. She practically has hearts in her eyes. Shit, she’s actually in love with him!

Well, time to give her a wake up call. 

He steps closer, looming over her, exuding a threatening aura. “My training isn’t romantic. It’s not about love,” he tells her in a serious tone, “it’s about fucking you all day and all night until you’re so cock drunk, the only thing you can think about is cock. You’ll feel empty when my dick isn’t buried in your pussy. You’ll feel hungry when you’re not drinking my cum. And even if you’re sore and exhausted, I won’t stop. There’s no breaks in my training. Love will be the last thing on your mind, because by the end of it, you’ll want any cock that’s available, no matter who it belongs to.”

She stares up at him. He expected her to cry and run away, or at least look frightened. But she has a strangely blank expression as she asks, “Are you trying to scare me away?”

He narrows his eyes. “Is it working?”

She smiles. “Nope. I know how I feel. I might get addicted to you, but I’ll never want anyone else!”

He sighs again. “See, that’s another reason I can’t do it. As trainers we’re not supposed to let dolls get attached to us. You’re already attached. How are you gonna feel when I hand you over to some random guy, and you’re stuck with him for ten years?”

She doesn’t falter even then. Instead she says, “I heard a rumor that trainers can keep a doll they’ve trained.”

Oh. So that’s her plan. “Yeah, I can keep exactly one. Not to be rude, because you’re cute and all, but what makes you think I’ll pick you as the one and only doll I can keep?”

She looks him straight in the eyes. “I’m willing to bet on my love. It’s a gamble I can take, because the reward will be worth it.”

He chuckles. “Ten years with me is a reward? You’re delusional.”

“Maybe so. But it doesn’t change how I feel. I bet you’ll fall in love with me before the training is over!”

He laughs and bends over slightly to face her. “And I bet I can turn you into a cock drunk slut who doesn’t care about love.”

Her eyes light up. “So you’ll be my trainer?”

Shit. He got caught up in the moment. He never could resist a bet. “If we do this, you can’t complain. I’m not gonna go easy on you just because I know you from the convenience store. You can’t pull the shy virgin card. I’m gonna be fucking your brains out constantly, filling every hole you have.”

Her face reddens, but there’s excitement in her love struck eyes. “I’m not a virgin,” she says, “and I might be a little shy at first but I’ll get over it.” Then she meets his gaze again. “You’re all I’ve thought about for two years. I want you to wreck me!”

His eyes widen. She’s cuter than he realized. She’s so small framed, he could snap her in half like a twig, but she’s determined and strong willed. He’s starting to look forward to splitting her open on his cock. 

“Okay, if you’re sure about this, come inside and sign the contract,” he says. 

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The inside of the Doll House is, oddly, almost exactly how you imagined it would be. Everything looked opulent and classy, the furnishings all expensive, the colors all rich. The smell of some sort of perfume fills the air, making you slightly dizzy as you follow Toji inside. 

“Wait here, I’ll get the owner,” he says, disappearing into a dark hallway. When he returns a few minutes later, a beautiful woman with silver hair is with him, holding a contract. 

“Read this very carefully,” she says, “then sign if you agree to the terms.”

Despite your reckless plan, you still take the time to read over the contract. Everything sounds fair, so you take a pen from the nearby counter and sign on the dotted line. Toji watches with an unreadable expression. 

Once you’ve signed, Toji leads you further into the house, down a hall, and to a door. “This is my room,” he says, opening the door and motioning you in. “You’ll spend most of your time in here, but you’re not confined. You can wander the house if you want.”

Walking into his room, you feel a bit overwhelmed. It’s fancy, like the rest of the house, but there’s enough personal touches for you to see his personality. There’s a large punching bag hanging from the ceiling in the corner, a mini fridge sitting on a cheap-looking metal stand beside a large TV. The bed is made, surprisingly, but it still looks a little sloppy. There’s laundry scattered here and there on the floor. 

“You can send for some clothes and stuff later. You won’t need much thought,” he tells you, tossing some clothes out of a nearby chair. “Here, have a seat.”

You walk over and sit down in the offered chair. Toji leans against the dresser and begins explaining the rules. 

“As a doll under my training, you have to do whatever I say, no matter what it is. If you don’t, you’re breaking the contract. I don’t do freaky shit like punishments or collars or whatever. You’ll see plenty of that with the other trainers. If you don’t follow my orders, I’ll just send you home and you’ll get sued.”

You nod. That all seems simple enough. 

Toji goes to the mini fridge and opens it, then comes toward you with a small bottle of liquid. “Drink this,” he says.

You look at the bottle without touching it. “What is it?”

“It’s an aphrodisiac. It helps with the training.”

“Oh, I don’t think I need that,” you say. 

Toji frowns. “You wanted me to train you, so listen to your trainer. Drink it.”

You take the bottle from him and pull off the lid. After giving the liquid inside a quick sniff, you shrug and down the whole bottle, then give him back the now empty container. 

“How long does it take to work?” you ask. 

He gives you a grin. “Just a few minutes. You’ll know it when you feel it.”

“Okay,” you reply, trying to act cool when you’re about to burst from excitement. The man you’re madly in love with, that you’ve been thinking about nonstop for two years, is going to touch you, kiss you, have sex with you! You want to squeal! But mixed in with the excitement is a little bit of nervousness. What if you can’t satisfy him? What if he’s too rough? 

He’s back to leaning against the dresser, one ankle crossed over the other, casual slide-on sandals on his feet. He’s wearing baggy sweatpants and a form fitting T-shirt, his standard look. God, he looks good. You can’t wait to have those big strong hands on you, sliding over your body, pinning your arms above your head, squeezing your-

Wait. Is the aphrodisiac already working? You were already thirsty for him but suddenly you feel like tackling him to the floor. Your body feels hot, like you’re running a fever. Your breathing has quickened. You look up to find Toji grinning at you. It’s a smug, knowing grin. He knows exactly what’s happening. 

He pushes away from the dresser and casually strolls over to you. “Sure you’re ready for this?” he asks as he stands over you. 

You gulp as you look up at him, probably looking the same way a mouse does before a hungry hawk. “Y-yeah! I’m totally ready!”

He kneels down in front of your chair, placing one hand on each of your thighs, and then moving them up, dragging your skirt with them. Your breath catches in your throat when your skirt is hiked up around your waist, revealing your blue and white striped panties. He locks eyes with you as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls your panties down, sliding them under your ass and all the way off your ankles. 

His hands are firm as they push your legs up and apart, leaving them to hang over each arm of the chair, spreading you open. His eyes flick up to your face once more before he dives in, burying his face in your wet pussy. His tongue goes straight to work, teasing your clit by drawing circles around it while two of his fingers slide inside you. You’re so slick with arousal that they slip right in despite their size, then pump in and out as his lips close around your sensitive nub, sucking hard enough to pull on it, making your body jolt. 

“Oh God!” you moan, your back arching in the chair, your head tossed back. Toji’s lips release you, his tongue now lapping at the juices leaking out of you as his fingers continue moving. You’ve never felt such intense stimulation in your life. And to think… the man you’re crazy about is doing this to you! It’s euphoric. 

You lose track of time as Toji eats you out in the chair. You eats your pussy like he’s a starving man, and you can only quiver and squirm in pleasure, moaning and gasping. 

“Ahhh… Toji!” you scream out when you feel his teeth lightly graze your clit. Then it’s his tongue again, then his lips, and finally your body can’t take any more pleasure. You cum with a loud cry of his name, and you look down just in time to see fluid squirting out of you, most of it hitting Toji right in the face. 

He pulls back, licking his lips and using the collar of his shirt to wipe his face. He laughs and says, “Didn’t know you were a squirter!”

You blush crimson. “I’ve never done that before! I’m sorry it got all over you.”

“Are you kidding? I love squirters! Lets me know I’m doing a good job. You can spray my face anytime.”

Before you can respond to that, Toji stands up and then scoops you into his arms. You feel weightless when held by his massive strength as he carries you to the bed and lies you on your back. 

With expert motions, he pulls your shirt up your body and over your head, tossing it to the floor where it blends in with the rest of the laundry, then slides your skirt down and off, leaving you completely bare. 

Then, he begins undressing himself. You watch breathlessly as he takes his shirt off, revealing his muscled chest. God, he’s gorgeous. He wears a smirk as he shoves his pants down, watching your eyes bulge at the sight of his humongous cock. Oh, you’re definitely going to feel that! If he can even get that tower of a dick to fit. 

Maybe it’s the aphrodisiac, or maybe it’s the fact that you love him, but you’re not scared at all. You just want him inside you, even if he has to tear you apart. So when he climbs onto the bed and pushes your legs up, folding you in half, you’re ecstatic. Even when you feel his tip at your soaking wet entrance, even when his heavy body presses down on you, effectively pinning you to the bed, it doesn’t even occur to you to panic. You look up at him lovingly, waiting for your fantasies to finally come to life. 

He shoves into you, all the way in on the first thrust, stretching you impossibly wide and deep. It takes your breath away, your hands gripping his broad shoulders. It feels like he just penetrated your womb, even if you know that’s physically impossible. There’s a dull, throbbing ache inside you, but it’s a feeling you welcome. Because you’re stuffed so completely full of the man you love. 

After giving you a few moments to accommodate his size, he begins pumping into you, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. With every thrust, you gasp, your fingers digging into his skin. It hurts and it feels great at the same time. “T-Toji…”

You look up at him, and he’s looking back

at you with heated eyes. “Fuck, you’re tight! Holy shit!” he mutters, thrusting even harder, rocking your whole body against the bed. 

“Ahhh… Toji…. it’s so deep!”

You hear him chuckle, then he leans down, putting his mouth close to your ear as he says, “Baby, I’m only halfway in.”

“What?!” you gaze up at him in shock. “But I thought…”

He grins. “You thought this was it? I’m insulted.” He laughs, patting your head. “You’re adorable. But I think this is all you can handle right now. I’m not into hurting dolls.”

“M-more…” you murmur. 

“Huh?”

“I want more of you! I want all of you!” The words burst from your mouth in a cry as your arms wrap around him. “I don’t care if it hurts! I lo-“

He cuts off your cries with a kiss, his lips smothering your own, his tongue in your mouth. When he pulls away, you’re left panting. 

“There’s plenty of time for that, trust me,” he says, his voice low. “This tight little pussy is gonna get every inch of me. But right now, this is your limit.”

As if to punctuate his words, he gives a hard thrust, making you moan and tighten your grip on his neck. He’s too much, but it’s still not enough for you. You want everything he has, but you agreed to listen to him as your trainer, so you drop the issue and let yourself enjoy the feeling of him inside your body, his toned abdomen scraping across you, the smell of his cologne drifting around the room. 

You didn’t think you could fall anymore deeply in love with him, but you have. 

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Toji wants nothing more than to plow his entire length into his new doll’s tiny, drenched pussy, and she’s practically begging for it, but he was telling the truth when he said he didn’t like hurting dolls. He wasn’t like Sukuna, who got off on inflicting pain. Toji could enjoy giving some asshole a beating, but he’d never understood the appeal of hurting a lover. 

The girl currently writhing in ecstasy beneath him was so small in stature, and a bit younger than the dolls he usually trained. He was aware of his own size, of his unusual strength, and so he had to be careful with dolls like her. He didn’t want to break her. 

As he fucks her, he kisses her again, on her lips, her neck, her breasts, tasting her sweet skin. He slides one hand down between their bodies and finds her clit with his thumb, making her tremble and cry out his name again. 

He looks down at her blissed out face. She’s staring at him so longingly, her face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted and wet with his own saliva, he feels his jaded heart skip a beat. 

Does she actually love him? Or has she just convinced herself that she does? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Within a couple of weeks she’ll be turning those pretty, loving eyes on anything with a cock. 

As for Toji, he will never fall in love with her. He tried love once, long ago, and it only brought him misery. Much easier to have fun fucking dolls and then send them on their way. 

The doll cries out loudly, her body shaking under him as she cums, her arms clinging to him. “Toji… I love you…” she says, barely conscious. 

She really is cute, he thinks, and tight as fuck. He thrusts into her for a few more minutes as she rides out her orgasm, then pulls out of her. His cum shoots out onto her prone body, coating her tits. Her eyes flutter open and she looks down, touching the sticky fluid with her fingers. She looks disappointed. 

“You didn’t cum inside me?” Her voice is weak, almost sad. It makes him want to fill her with his seed until it’s pouring out of her. 

“Not until you get on birth control,” he tells her. It’s something all dolls are expected to do. No one wants to deal with a pregnancy, least of all Toji. One brat is enough for him. 

He gives her a few minutes to catch her breath, then reaches down and rolls her onto her stomach. “Time for round two,” he whispers into her ear. 

She turns her head suddenly to look back at him. “Right now?!”

He points down at his still fully hard cock. “I took one of those aphrodisiacs myself. I can go for hours! I told you, you don’t get breaks in my training.”

There’s a flicker of panic on her face, but it’s quickly replaced by excitement. She draws up her knees and lifts her hips. “Okay. Maybe you can put it all the way in this time?”

His eyes shimmer as he says, “Fuck, you’re already hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

She blushes but smiles at him. “Well, that, and I just love you so much. I want to feel all of you, everything about you.”

He looks away from her face, focusing on the sexy little ass sticking up in the air. “That’s good for you, then. Cause we’re just getting started.”

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Genshin Men headcanon? With a cute Obedient Wive/Girlfriend.

I don't want to put it in too details so I'll just keep it short and simple, basically it's a family thing where the wife have to be obedient with their spouse, but they can break following the spouse order if the spouse request is unreasonable, dangerous and etc. :)

Also can you add Cyno? Thanks

Awe housewife vibes! Also thank you for making it simple for me! Sometimes I find it difficult to understand longer requests so I really appreciate it, I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Obedient wife~༺}

CW: Just fluff!, established relationships and reader uses she/her pronouns! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie and my love, Kazuha: Dearest, Neuvillette: Mon amour, Cyno: Beautiful)

(Includes: Lyney, Kazuha, Wanderer, Neuvillette, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his eyes lingering on the table set with your delicious cooking, "Thank you my love for preparing this for everyone...it all looks perfect." He placed a gentle kiss against your skin, making your face blush that perfect shade of pink he adored so much...he always knew how to get you flustered, "Anything for you dearest, speaking of which, do you need your clothes ironed? How about your hat, have you organised the tricks in it recently?" You awaited his response eagerly, wanting to do the best for your wonderful husband.

He chuckled softly, placing another sweet kiss on your cheek, "Mon chérie, you've done everything I could ask for, right now the only thing left is to spend time with me while we wait for my siblings...if you'd like to of course." You turned to face him, kissing his lips as if the answer were so obvious...cause it was, "There's nothing else Id rather do."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Dearest, could you bring me my sword? Make sure to be careful, even a sheath cannot always contain the blade...I don't want you getting hurt." Kazuha glanced at you from his workstation, flashing that soft sweet smile that always made you swoon and gesturing to his sword not far from you. Even though you didn't know much about weapons, you liked helping him, following his instructions and being the most perfect wife you could be.

You carefully retrieved his sword, watching him with admiration as he sharpened the edges and repaired the handle, by the time he was finished it looked like new again and you were in awe. "You look amazed..., I promise this isn't as impressive as how I handle the blade. " He gently moved your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead, hoping to impress you even more later on.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

You loved Wanderer with all your heart, you enjoyed pleasing him with home cooked meals, a clean house, but most of all you enjoyed his little requests he'd make. Most of them when the two of you were alone, he'd ask you to sit in his lap and talk with him about his day, or he'd ask for many kisses because he was truthfully addicted to them at this point.

Only issue was, every now and again when the two of you were in public and he was feeling particularly jealous he'd request...more forward things, not that consent was a issue, the two of you were married after all, but with so many people around...you had a hard time giving him what he wanted.

"Come on...just one extra deep kiss, I want to make sure everyone knows you're my wife, especially that annoying server who kept eyeing you." Your face was more than a little blushed, the server and most of the customers watching the two of you like you were modern day entertainment...but there wasn't anything wrong with what wanderer wanted...so you couldn't just say no...

"Very well...one more kiss..."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You set a stack of documents on Neuvillettes desk, straightening out any other loose papers for him and taking his crystal clear cup so you refill it with some more water, "Neuvillette, can I get you anything else?" He looked up from his work, his eyes instantly filling with warmth when they met yours...sometimes he got so wrapped up in his cases he forgot how gorgeous and sweet you were, "Mon amour...I apologize for not saying thank you earlier...I was to focused on my work. You've done more than enough for me, I appreciate it immensely...in fact I'm not sure what I would do without you."

You blushed at his kind words and leaned in to give him a kiss, his hand intertwining with yours while the other touched your cheek, "I love you Neuvillette."

"I love you too."

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno held your hand softly, walking with you around the many shops in Sumeru city, keeping a eye out for any wrong doers while you picked out fresh food for dinner. This time you held up a water melon for him, wondering if he'd like it for dessert... "Hmm what about this for desert honey?" He looked at the fruit for a moment, smiling in a way you knew meant he had a joke he wanted to tell you, "I'd have to arrest you for a melony if you don't make that for desert...get it? Melony, felony?"

You giggled happily and reached over to grab some more vegetables, holding up a carrot with a mischievous smile, "I get it...but I'm afraid I do not carrot all for your joke." You winked at him and he had to stand there for a minute to recuperate, he was actually dazed from falling for you so hard...all over again, "I...I love you so much. Never leave me..."

"Your wish is my command my love."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi coveyyy !! i hope you’re doing good and i was wondering if you could maybe do a hc for leo valdez x daughter of zeus if you havent already ?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs warning: language bc i can't be stop lmao author's note: trying something new...idk if i like or not, you guys tell me!! really...tell me. bc ill go back and change them all to match (bc id rather DIE A TERRIBLE AND ATROCIOUS DEATH than have them all be different) or i can change this one back to normal bullet points. also i realized i hadn't written for my manz in so long, which is CRIMINAL. get ready for the leo flood to come your way (hopefully. please stay away writers block im begging rn)

✧ there is nothing on this planet that leo loves more than a woman that could actually kill him lmao-

✧ so no one was all that surprised when he fell for you

✧ im mean, jason and thalia weren't exactly happy...but they also weren't surprised

✧ leo likes asking you to help him weld things

✧ he thinks it's funny when you use your finger with some electricity to weld whatever he wants together

✧ avid debates are held over who get's the nickname 'sparky'

✧ "MY DAD LITTERALY INVENT STATIC ELECTRCITY???"

✧ "YEAH? AND WHAT TO DO USE TO START A FIRE? A SPARK. TRY AGAIN BITCH."

✧ "what did you just call me?"

✧ "mi novia, mi amor, mi princessa, mi media naranja-"

✧ "andddddddd?"

✧ cue huge sigh

✧ "and sparky. juST FOR TODAY THO DON'T GET TOO EXCITED-"

✧ you like to ensure that leo doesn't overheat by sending soft breezes through bunker nine while he works

✧ and while it's very unlikely that the boy who can light himself on fire will overheat, he appreciate the gesture more than you know

✧ being the good country boy he is, he's a big carrie underwood fan

✧ like, unironically (he just like me fr)

✧ thinks its the funniest thing to serenade you with 'blown away'

✧ OH and 'hurricane' by bridgit mendler

✧ in turn, you never let him go a day without hearing 'girl on fire' by alicia keys

✧ or 'fireball' from mr. 305 himself

✧ likes to throw himself from high distances, knowing you'll aways catch him with a breeze or fly up and save him all supergirl sytle

✧ "ladder? nah, i've got my girl, we're good!"

✧ "climb down? i've got a short cut. and her names yn."

✧ you get stressed out and also reprimand him for this

✧ but he thinks you look hotter when you're yelling at him so he doesn't mind much (or really hear your words as his eyes slowly drift away from yours and downwards)

✧ loves you nearly as much as birds love yo ass

✧ key word is nearly - there is no competition, those little shits are winning

✧ it's giving disney princess the way the crowd you, you sometimes gasping at the rapid pace in which hummingbirds tell you gossip

✧ which you then repeat back to leo, who is gasping right along side you

✧ leo even built you a bird feeder, putting it up outside cabin one while you stood there, arms crossed and totally watching him work and not just starting at the way his muscles clenched or how good his lips look tugged between his teeth-

✧ what were we talking about?? i think i got distracted by something

✧ jason loves it to, the both of you sitting criss cross outside the cabin early in the morning, listen to the birds as they spill the tea while you and jason drink coffee and eat donuts, jason's book long forgotten

✧ ALSO leo easily won thalia over, presenting the daughter of zeus with all the silver jewelry that turns into weapons she could want

✧ that girl was instantly switching sides, happy to rave with you about how sweet leo was and how well he treats her- er, you! how well he treats you!

✧ jason was a little harder but after an in depth talk and totally zero threats against leo's life, they came to a peaceful agreement

✧ bro gave up on appeasing your father and instead prays to hera for a long and happy marriage with you and that zeus never finds peace again

✧ which instantly made him a fan favorite from hera

✧ he knows when you really want a kiss or when your mad at him because you legit just get super staticky

✧ like his hair starts stand on end and he's like 'either i pissed her off or she needs a kiss. either way, i got to seek my girl out.'

✧ both end with you kiss leo, so it doesn't really matter lmao

✧ in fact, most interactions with leo devolve into make out sessions

✧ and, really, who are you to complain??

✧ sparky + (other kind of) sparky = true love

✧ yall that's math you can't argue with it i dunno what to tell you

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Holiday - BTS OT7 CEO AU Bonus Chapter 14.5

Sorry for being MIA my loves, life for the moment has calmed slightly, who knows what it has in store tomorow. Just a note, I'm no longer doing taglists as theyre too hard to keep up with and I am trying to avoid stress. Sorry about that I hope this goofy chapter makes up for it <3

4.6K words of the italy trip with the troublesome trio. Warnings: Smut, jealousy, sex implied as a weapon (for revenge), edging, possesive behavior, orgasm denial, money (yes this is a warning it made me swoon)

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THURSDAY

Seven hours into the flight was when what you dreaded happened. The private jet had wifi, and a part of you thought you were going to be safe from the older CEOs if they couldn’t reach you with your mobile on airplane mode, but when it rings thousands of miles in the air, your heart drops. The maknaes eyes all dart to the ringing device in your hand, as you contemplate answering it, but before you can make a decision, it's snatched from your hold. 

“Good evening Hyung,” Taehyung answers smugly. You try reaching for it but he keeps it out of reach.

“Put it on speaker,” Jimin whispers, pressing his ear to the otherside of the phone while Jungkook holds you back from fighting them for it. 

You don’t know what’s said on the other line but Taehyung’s eyes pierce through you, an almost villainous look on his face. 

“We came to flower’s favourite place,” the smirk on his face is dangerous and you knew he wasn’t thinking clearly about the repercussions by taunting them. 

“Tae,” you say warningly, holding your hand out for the phone, not that you would fare better with talking to them. 

“We’d be waiting for you for a while Hyung,” he snickers cruelly, not a side of him you saw very often at all, but when there was a vendetta or score involved, it didn’t matter who it was up against, Taehyung would betray his own flesh and blood for revenge. 

Okay, maybe that was a little far-fetched even in your own mind, but you remember the company sports day, the first and last, where your seemingly innocent boyfriend betrayed Jimin, his closest bestest friend/soulmate, to win, and no one saw it coming. There was a major fall out before everyone started betraying each other in the subsequent races and Namjoon decided that never again would the company have another competing event. The moral of the story? Never underestimate Kim Taehyung. 

“We’ve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.”

The grin on his face at whatever is said on the other line is nothing short of evil. He was going to get you killed with this, now you understood why the idiom was about being thrown under the bus, this felt like a damn car crash and you hadn’t even arrived at your destination. Maybe when you landed you could just fly back and apologise. 

“Have a good weekend Hyung.”

He ends the call and passes you back your phone as if he hadn’t just declared world war three! Jungkook finally lets you go and stretches in the aisle, laughing with the other two while you bite your bottom lip nervously. They wouldn’t blame you if you said the maknaes had kidnapped you, would they?

Your phone rings in your hand again, this time with Yoongi’s caller ID, you quickly answer it before they notice, not even able to say hello before an angry voice greets you. 

“Y/n where the fuck have they taken you?” Yoongi growls through the line.

“We’ve… I’ve,” you swallow down your nerves, “Italy…?”

You say it like a question that answers everything, but you really didn’t know how else to respond. 

​​"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"

“Yoongi,” you whine, “please don’t be mad, it’s just… they just-”

Your phone flies out of your hand, you were too focused on the call to notice the troublesome trio caught on. 

“What-” you gasp, not realising straight away what had happened. “Jungkook! That’s my phone, give it back!”

But he doesn’t, even as you fight him for it. Instead he looks at you like he’s berating you for ruining their masterplans, holding it way above your head as you jump for it, trying to pull his arm down.

“I think we should hold onto this for a little while, bunny,” he says sternly, “you obviously can’t be trusted.”

“Jeon Jungkook give me back my phone,” you scowl.

“Nope,” his lips pop.

“Angel, the whole point in this revenge plot is to deny the Hyungs access to you, we can’t have you calling them, it defeats the point,” Jimin lectures you as if you were dense which only makes you scowl more.

“Oh they’ll have access,” Taehyung smirks, the evil glint in his eyes still present and unsatiated. “But only when we want them to.”

FRIDAY

Arriving at the apartment yesterday (if you could call it that it was more like a villa), quelled your worry over the others, it was too beautiful to think of anything else. When Taehyung told you they bought it, it took a while for your jaw to come off the ground. How they had done it in such a short amount of time you would never know, but the happy way they showed you around, holding you, soft kisses as you smiled, made you completely forget about the purpose of this visit, until of course they woke you up before the sunrise with needy kisses. 

“It’s too early,” you whine incoherently, but somehow they understood you.

“Blame Mr mastermind,” Jimin yawns, although the way Jungkook’s undressing you has his bottom half stirring the rest of him awake. 

“It has to be now if we want our gift to arrive on time,” Taehyung chuckles deeply, something akin to what you imagine a classic maniacal tv villain to sound like. 

“Oh yes,” you scoff, “I forgot I’m just a means for revenge.” You always got caught in the middle of their rivalry, you just didn’t expect it to sting so much this time around, like you were being used. You try to go back to sleep, having had enough of this ridiculous childish behaviour, but Taehyung pulls you up by your arm until you're sitting upright in front of him. 

“Our love for you flower,” he mumbles, pushing your hair out of your face, searching your face earnestly, reading your insecurities like a book, “and our punishment for the hyungs are two very separate matters…”

Something ice cool touches your neck, making you shiver violently in your sleepy state. 

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you from behind, trying to keep your nearly naked form warm, while Taehyung’s fingers on your nape clasp what you realise now is a choker. 

“This holiday is just one stone to deal with them both,” his fingers tilt up your chin so he can show Jimin the sparkle of a hundred diamonds adorning your neck. 

“Perfect,” the eldest of the trio hums in approval before mumbling, “as they say, revenge is best served cold.” 

He smirks, eyes darting down your body as Jungkook starts kissing your neck, both the chill of the piece and the warmth of your skin touching his lips. 

“The recording…” It’s hard to concentrate on Taehyung’s words when the maknae’s fingers dance around your waist, his arms holding you tighter against him. He’s already hard and it’s all your body wants to focus on, but Tae distracts you when you notice the phone in his hand.

“...is for them,” there’s glint of mischief in his eyes, a devilish smirk, “this,” his fingers trace the line of priceless jewels embellishing his beautiful flower, “is for us.” 

—

You can see why they say revenge is an act of passion as your fingertips grip the bed sheets for dear life, open mouth moaning into the mattress beneath you. Your body’s splayed out for his pleasure, his thrusts unrelenting.

“I can see why Namjoon Hyung favours this position,” Jungkook moans out, palm on your back holding you down. “Fuck Baby girl your squeezing me so tight.”

There’s a sadistic chuckle from his lips as he watches his dick slide in and out. He pushes back in deeper, harder, pressing his chest to your back, the angle hitting new spots that made you want to scream. 

“You’re wetting my dick so well,” he murmurs into your ear seductively, just for you to hear, covering you with his whole body, wanting to feel you everywhere. He can feel you breathing hard with the way he smothers you, 

Your hand clamps over your mouth, earning a displeased grunt from Jungkook before he bites down on your shoulder in warning.

“Kitten don’t cover your mouth,” Jimin taunts, forcing your hand away with his grip tight around your wrist, watching you bite your lips so hard they might bleed. “Let the Hyungs hear you.” 

“She really does look like a kitten with that choker,” Taehyung’s signature deep lilt rumbles, his voice full of amusement. His thumb pulls your bottom lip until it's released from your teeth, little gasps escaping as you try to keep quiet knowing they were recording you. Even if the thought turned you on so much you were extra sensitive to their touch, you wanted them to hear you, wanted to moan their names too but that would be too cruel wouldn’t it? And Taehyung wouldn’t be too pleased with that either. 

“Come on beautiful girl let them hear you,” Jungkook orders gutturally, leaning back before his palm spanks your ass hard before returning to your hip, the slap heard sharp through the air followed by your delicious whines. His grip is bruising as he picks up the pace, wanting to elicit more out of you. The harder he fucks you the more his Hyung’s will hear, the thought makes his dumb fucked out grin wider. 

“Don’t call her you know what,” Jimin laughs, the punishment of this was enough for Hobi he was sure, but he couldn’t feel entirely sorry for him when he was one of the perpetrators that locked him out. “Hoseok Hyungs scary when he’s pissed.” 

“He didn’t call her a good girl so he’s exempt,” Taehyung mumbles, almost losing himself to the show you and Jungkook were performing, his heel pressing against his aching length so hard he bites back a groan. Jimin was faring no better, hands in his pants, eyes drunk on how Junkook played with you like his own fuckdoll, you could do nothing but lie there and take it.

“Ah Kookie right there,” you almost scream, the head of Jungkook’s cock was stroking your G-spot making your toes curl, your mouth hanging open, saliva dripping down your lips. “O-oh fuck!” 

Your clit was begging to be touched to push you over, but your limbs were too busy keeping you somewhat steady so you didn’t go crashing into the headboard or falling off the bed. You doubt Jungkook would stop even if you did.

“Baby girl if you want to cum…” Taehyung says with a sinister smug smirk, as if he could hear your thoughts, “... call Jungkook daddy.” 

You whimper in protest, shaking your head vehemently, not wanting to. It was a step too far, you eyed the device in front of you recording away, as if Namjoon was right there listening now. You wouldn’t do that to him, even if your being was screaming at you to do as Tae said just to taste a fucking orgasm. 

“Tsk, bad flower,” Taehyung grumbles, looking annoyed that you wouldn’t behave for his masterplan. “Hyung deserves to be punished.”

He smooths the hair away from your face, leaning down close to you as Jungkook eased his pounding a smidge, edging both of you. It was so close.

“Be a good girl hmmm,” Tae grunts in your ear, trying to be persuasive, using that name against you, “call Jungkook daddy.”

You shake your head again in refusal at his command, you wouldn’t. The hand in your hair slides down your neck, a finger hooking on the back of your choker, tugging hard, a warning to behave. The pressure on your neck made you go dizzy, the rim of gems almost cutting, eyes rolling back as you let out a guttural moan. You meet his now dark gaze, a shiver down your spine has you seconds away cumming, but it seemed the punishment to the older CEOs now extended to you.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs in disappointment and the cock that was pounding into you now disappears with a groan. You feel your walls pulsate against nothing, the emptiness almost painful, but all Taehyung does is kiss your tears as they slip down, letting go of you so your head hits the mattress again, and stopping the recording as he throws the phone aside. He could always edit the audio anyway.

You feel a wetness on your back, the sounds of the maknae fisting his cock until his load shoots all over you. 

“Should we send a picture with the recording?” He smirks looking down at you knowing how much his favourite hyungs would appreciate such a beautiful view. Jungkook turns you on your back, peering down at you with love in his eyes but a smile so devilish. “What do you think bunny?”

You don’t even know what he’s on about, words unable to enter your ears with the way they were pounding, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched, your pussy weeping. 

“Wanna cum,” you whine, thighs rubbing together searching for some sort of friction. 

“Aww Angel wants to cum?” Jimin coos as you squirm before he snickers, glancing at Taehyung’s stone face knowing you weren't going to get there for a while regardless of how much you’d beg and plead. There was a reason Taehyung’s previous partners would call him a tiger in bed, the man could flip a switch in a second, his duality constantly pulling and pushing his partners to and from the edge. Right now, the oldest maknae could see the displeasure of your disobedience in his eyes, the air around him turning dangerous. It was going to be a long day. 

—

“I’m surprised you can stand,” Jimin’s teasing voice pulls you out of your reverie. How long were you staring at this painting for? You lost yourself to it. 

“No thanks to you,” you mutter, eyes still on the soft brushstrokes on the canvas in front of you. At least they let you sleep before your sight seeing, the Europeans had it right, naps in the afternoon should be the law.  

“You’ve been staring at this one for an hour,” Jimin exaggerates with a pout, trying to figure out what was holding your attention. “And Taehyung’s been staring at you.”

At this you turn around to find indeed your devious mastermind boyfriend staring a hole into your back, normally you’d feel his eyes on you but not today. He didn’t like that, he just kept his gaze on you intensely, trying to telepathically get you to notice him but it didn’t work. 

“Who could blame him?” Jimin smirks suggestively, “all these famous paintings and they don’t hold a candle to my angel.”

You roll your eyes, walking away from him and the disgusting amount of cheese he was spewing, trying to locate the last of the troublesome trio. You find Jungkook also enjoying the actual art in the gallery, you were honestly surprised Tae wasn’t with him, this was typically his scene.

“Kookie, do you like this one?” you ask him, taking his hand in yours as you walked past a statue he spent a few more seconds on than the others. 

“Mmmm,” he hums absentmindedly, “the detail’s amazing.”

He sighs in wonder, round eyes admiring the next one in line.

“I need to know how they made it.”

“You want to make one too?” you jest, smiling at him endearingly as he continued to stare. 

“I want to make one of you,” he confesses so easily, making your organs somersault. You try not to let your jaw drop.

“You’re ridiculous,” you breathe, laughing as you pull him away from the exhibit. 

You head back towards the paintings, only to find Taehyung staring intently at your favourite one as if he was ready to start a war with it. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he did considering his current regime for vengeance. You frown when someone in a business suit greets him with a handshake, wondering how the two knew each other. The conversation, whatever it was about, looks deep, and your curiosity wants you to eavesdrop. 

“Angel lets go to the gift shop,” Jimin grabs your other hand, steering you away before you walk over to Taehyung. 

“Who’s Tae talking to?” You ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the pair as Jimin pulls you and Jungkook in tow.

“Just business,” he replies, not really answering the question at all.

—

Taehyung’s heart is in his throat when they deliver it. It’s the evening, he was hoping you wouldn't be back until after the delivery, but you were so worried about his despondency, especially when he left the three of you and came back to the apartment alone. You had to force Jimin and Jungkook to end the dinner plans early, opting for take out instead. They had to listen to you when you threatened to find Taehyung without them.

“What… what is this?” You gasp, jaw on the floor as they uncover it. No fucking way, nope, no, he didn’t…… for fuck sake he did, you stare incredulously at him, knowing exactly who was behind the purchase. “Kim Taehyung you did not.”

He swears he could see the steam leave your ears and flared nostrils. Even the men from the gallery glanced at you both in worry, contemplating waiting to see if you were going to murder him before they made their leave.

“Flower-”

“Return it.” There was no room for argument in your tone, but argue with you he would. 

“Flower,” he says again patiently, “I wanted it for you.”

Jimin and Jungkook were hiding in the other room praying for Taehyung’s survival, while simultaneously hiding from you. They warned Taehyung about the consequences, you had already made explicit rules about stuff like this, and you never took it well when they broke them. 

“Taehyung, I don't even want to think about how much it cost, or it's going to make me sick,” you say, actually feeling nauseous and slightly dizzy. This was overwhelming, he was overwhelming. 

He sighs before approaching you, fingers stroking your sides to try and calm you, but your arms are crossed in front of you like a barricade. 

“The cost doesn’t matter,” he says, pressing a finger to your lips before you can fight with him, his forehead leaning on yours, eyes beseeching you. “I want to spoil you, why won’t you let me?”

You exhale exasperated. 

“It’s too much,” your jaw ticks, he wasn’t going to win this one. “It’s ridiculously too much!”

“Says who?” he asks you, smiling softly despite your anger. He caresses your face with both hands, holding you so delicately as if you were the million-billion euro-pound-won painting. You couldn’t think of the cost, you just couldn't, you would implode.  

“Tae-”

“I love you, I wanted to buy it for you,” a gentle kiss to your nose has your defences shaking, doubled with the gentle lilt in his voice. “My perfect flower deserves the world, why can’t I buy her a part of it, hmmm?”

“You just can’t,” but your own voice starts to match his in volume, and he has to stop himself from grinning in premature victory. 

“But I want to,” the softest kiss to your lips before he pulls away. “You deserve more, why won’t you let us spoil you?”

“Tae,” you sigh, eyes starting to water, it was too much, your heart was so full you could feel it in your chest. You couldn’t accept this, he bought you the painting you were staring at for fuck sake, it was beyond ridiculous, he shouldn’t have.

“I am grateful for the sentiment, but you have to return it,” you say as he shakes his head in refusal, “please.”

“No,” he replies simply, you weren’t going to win this one. “I know you love it, and I want you to have it, that’s it.”

You sniffle, tears starting to drop which he wipes away.

“But it's too much,” you wail, making him want to laugh at how precious you look.

“You said that already,” he pulls you into his embrace, your arms uncrossing to wrap around him. 

“B-but youdun e-even k-now why I like it-” he can barely understand with you gasping for breath between words as you sobbed.

He should feel bad for making you cry but you were so adorable he couldn’t help laughing a little. He kisses the side of your head, smiling as you mumble against him, trying to fight but you already lost. 

SATURDAY 

“Why did you bring your laptop on holiday!” Jimin groans as he walks into the bedroom to find you sitting crossed legged on the bed, furiously typing away.

“I just have one more thing to finish…” you mumble without glancing at him.

“Bunny you seriously have issues,” Jungkook mutters, Jimin turning in surprise to see him on the armchair, chin in his hand, elbow on the arm rest, staring at you as if you were some weird enigma.

“We brought you to your favourite place on Earth,” Jimin exclaims dramatically, trying to close the laptop but you take it away from his reach. “And you’re working?”

“Two seconds, just two more.”

Jimin sighs, fingers raking through his hair as he stands with his hands on his hips ready to berate you before he realises someone was missing.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

The maknae shrugs, but this question makes you look up from the screen like a meerkat.

“Huh?” You look at the end of the bed, as if you’re expecting him to be there. “He was just there…”

You shrug to yourself, sure he was somewhere having fun, turning back to the laptop with intent while Jimin looks at you incredulously. Fine he’ll give you your two seconds but he isn’t happy about it. He starts pacing in front of you, arms crossed and huffing, but it does nothing to deter your work or gain him any attention.  

It’s when his legs start aching that he’s decided you’ve had long enough. 

“Angel put it away before I throw it out the window,” he warned, but you completely ignore him as if he didn’t say a word. Is this how flies felt when they buzzed incessantly around the room screaming for attention… did he really compare himself to a fly… he couldn’t help making the comparison, you were the one to make him feel so insignificant and he flew you to Italy for pete's sake. He marches towards you, not really wanting to resort to violence but you weren’t budging.  “Fine, have it your way.”

“You guys took my phone, don’t touch my laptop,” you warn when he takes another step closer.

“You were gonna call them!”

“And you’ve had your fun and gotten your revenge, let me just finish this.”

“You said two seconds, IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS,” he yells, exasperated.

“It’s been twenty minutes,” you scoff as if that was any better.

“Are they working you too hard?” Jungkook interrupts asking you bluntly, having watched your session since near the start, he thinks he's deciphered the reason behind it.

You hesitate, swallowing around nothing. Why did that question make you nervous?

“Nothing I’m not used to,” you reply, it’s not like working with them was any easier.

“So yes they are,” Jimin confirms. “Yesterday you were enjoying this impromptu holiday, today you look like you’re going to fight us if we try and take you outside.”

“We will take you outside eventually, bunny,” Jungkook adds, “kicking and screaming if we have to.”

“What changed angel?” Jimin narrows his eyes.

You try and avoid their gazes, confession on the tip of your tongue at their interrogation but their judgement holds you back, 

“Spill angel,” Jimin stands with his arms crossed, voice firm.

You groan, falling head first into the duvet as if you could bury your response there forever. 

“It’s stupid,” you mumble against the fabric. 

“What did she say?” 

“Fuck knows,” Jungkook frowns.

You sigh, picking yourself up in defeat. 

“I had a nightmare last night,” you mutter, making things no clearer for the two as they look at each other in question. “About work…”

There’s a beat of silence as your confession sinks in.

“Taehyung's right…” Jimin says as if he’s come to an epiphany, “you really are a good girl.”

You feel your cheeks burn, trying not to let your jaw fall slack as the oldest maknae grins, laughing at you softly. 

“It’s not funny,” you say to the pair as the youngest also decides to cackle too. “They found out I skipped work and then started yelling at me and it scared the shit out of me okay.”

But your words only make them laugh harder, Jimin characteristically falling to the floor as he holds his stomach. You roll your eyes, trust them to understand.

“I’m gonna go find Tae,” you mumble, slamming your laptop shut and exiting the room while they try and fail to control themselves.

“Wait, we're coming with you,” Jimin calls after you, still laughing loudly, the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears. 

Maybe they were right, maybe you did need to enjoy yourself while you could, who knew what work had in store for you when you went back. There was nothing you could do about that, but there was something you could do now. 

You find your target looking at the painting he bought from the gallery yesterday, the one you still couldn’t believe was hanging on the wall of your holiday home. If Taehyung didn’t have the money to buy it you’re sure he would’ve stolen it for you instead. For some reason you could picture him being an art thief in another life. 

He was staring so intently, it was as if the roles had reversed from yesterday, his eyes darting around each pigment on the canvas trying to decipher it. The way you had paid it attention almost made him jealous, so of course he had to buy it for you, at least to try and figure out why you loved it at first sight. 

“Hey tiger,” you greet him gleefully, and he’s more than happy to look at you instead. He grins when you wink at him flirtily like Jin does to you from time to time, but you do it more dramatically, eyebrows dancing as you approach him. 

“Tiger?” he chuckles, that one was new from you, but he didn’t mind it even if it was tainted from lovers past. 

You grab his arm with both hands, tugging him gently towards you, a silent plea to follow you, and he would, absolutely anywhere if you asked. The other two aren’t far behind, but your focus is solely on him, and he can’t help but burst with pride, his chest inflating like a superhero film cliche. You looked at him with far more love than that stupid painting, he didn’t feel as much envy towards it as before.

“I wanna take you somewhere special,” you whisper to him, eyes imploring up at him, how could he ever refuse. “It’s my favourite cafe, but don’t tell the others, shh.”

You playfully press your finger to your lips, as if sharing a secret with him. He bites his bottom lip hard to stop from laughing out loud but his boxy grin is stretched wide across his face. 

“What about us?” Jimin whines as you purposefully ignore him, Jungkook’s jaw ticking with jealousy when you pull Taehyung with you. 

“You laughed at me, I’m not taking you anywhere,” you reply childishly, sticking your tongue out at him with your nose in the air as they continue to bicker with you.

This really was your favourite place on Earth.

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[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

[imamcactus]

TF2 mercers with a reader from the future/our time

So, tf2 canonically happens in 1968. Imagine what it would be like if you got thrown into the late 60s after bumping into Merasmus, who somehow got to our time via some magic shit he did

Slight TW: (serious)mentions of war, political activity throughout the ages (specifically USSR), and mention of racism, (joking)my horrible writing of accents and sayings

Also, the reader in this doesn’t have a specified gender, aside from Scout calling the reader “toots” once

You woke up tied up to a chair in the middle of an empty room

And then 9 men enter room and start asking you all sorts of questions

“Who are you?” “How did you find this place?” “Why are you dressed so weird?”

So you just try to explain that the last thing you remember is going about your day when a weird guy with a with a goat skull on his head did some weird abracadabra shit and now you’re here

The only thing they understood out of all that was weird guy with a goat skull on his head

Spy gets a hold of your bag/purse to look for something like a tracker or a weapon you could have on you (despite your protests) and finds your ID, and looks fairly confused

Slowly, that confusion turned into realisation and slight shock

“Say, ms/mr (Y/N),” The man with a mask on his face starts, tearing his gaze away from the ID card, his brows furrowed and eyes stern. “What year is it to you?”

You stared up at him, slightly confused and uneasy with how seriously he asked that. “Uhh, it’s 2023.” You answer carefully, observing how the rest of the men exchanged looks, each looking more confused than last. The man in a doctor's coat took a look at the ID as well, realisation washing over his face just as fast. “Mein Gott…”

“What?? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

The group stays quiet, disbelief and confusion still in the air, until finally the one in construction helmet speaks up in a southern accent. “Well, I’m afraid you might be over yonder in the wrong day and age, pardner.” 

Soooo, you’re in the past

About 50 years into the past

Your parents are not even born yet

After they untied you, you spent the next half an hour just walking back and forth panicking and trying to understand what to do next

The entire time you’re muttering to yourself stuff like “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to get back? Can I even get back?? Has anyone noticed that I’m missing yet? How long have I even been here? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I’m doomed I’m doomed I’m doomed I’m doomed”

Meanwhile the mercers are just looking at you slowly losing your mind

Eventually, the southern on (who told you to call him engineer) broke you out of your little panic circle, proposing that you stay at the red base for a while until they figure out how to help you get back, or until Merasmus shows up again and he can send you back

“Does he hang around here often?” “Well…” “...I’m doomed I’m doomed I’m doomed-”

Nonetheless, you accept the offer (Despite some of the mercers being against this, they’re still vary of you, unsure if you can be trusted or not), and you’ve been chilling with them since, learning about each and every mercer (as much as you can that is, some wouldn’t budge)

Even getting to spend time with them individually

Scout

Scout would most likely be the one of, if not the most, curious about what the future is like

Will ask like 3000 questions at once

“What’s it like in the future? Do flying cars exist? How does bonk taste in the future?” “What is bonk???”

From that moment he doesn't want to know more about the future, the mere knowledge that bonk has been discontinued ruined him

Still thinks it’s pretty cool despite the fact that you don’t tell him much

You know, first rule of time travel, don’t reveal shit

You do give him subtle clues that leave him wondering cause he’s not smart enough to figure it out

“Heyyyy, toots, question. I know you can’t tell me much, but do you happen to know if I get married to certain assistant-” “Scout for the last time I don’t even know you in the future”

Soldier

“Tell me, maggot, is America still the greatest country in the world?” “...I’m legally not obligated to answer that question.”

At some point you do want to tell him about all the shit that America has done over the years and how knee deep in shit it currently is, but you can’t for two reasons

One, the time travel rules

Two, he seems so genuinely happy and proud to be an american that you don’t want to burst his bubble

Expect a LOT of history lessons about America and everything to do with it that you didn’t know about. He will tell you everything

Hey on the plus side, you’ll pass any american history test 

Also fun fact, the construction of the twin towers started on August 6th of 1968, he’ll be telling you all about it while you just sit there sweating

Pyro

Does he even know what year he lives in??? I feel like he doesn’t have a proper concept of time because of the goggles

But in all seriousness, I feel like he wouldn’t really care that much about a lot of real life stuff

He’ll most likely just wonder if we figured out how to make cotton candy grows on trees 

Honestly, he’s kind of a fresh breath of air to you

He thinks life is just sunshine and lollipops in the future, just like he sees it now, and you just let him live that fantasy, wishing the world actually was the way he sees it

(Aside from the time you saw him on the battlefield. In that moment you wondered if cotton candy really was the only thing on his mind)

Demo

“Aye have to know, did me pa succeed in bombing the Queen of England?” “...Well-”

He’s probably more interested in what assortment of alcoholic drinks you have in the future

You can tell him that much at least, and that satisfies him

When he gets drunk, however, he asks about the rights of black people in the future and if they still face just as much shit as they do now

In that moment, you weigh your options between telling him the truth and tell him that black people still face discrimination but have significantly more rights and are actively fighting for them everyday, or tell him yet again that you can’t tell him anything

you choose to tell him the truth

he is probably the only mercer who you’ve told about the future in such detail

he won’t remember it in the morning, mostly just asking if he said or did anything stupid and laugh off whatever excuse you came up with

And you don’t know whether to feel happiness and relief that you didn’t screw up the future, or feel sad that he doesn’t remember the answer to his question that is probably bugging him a lot  

Engineer

One of those who asks the least questions

Don’t get me wrong, this man is very curious and wants to know how the technology evolves in the future

But he also understands that you can’t reveal anything for everyone's sake to not cause a butterfly effect 

He has 11PhDs, he can figure that the future might change drastically if you reveal anything that will happen 

And you want to tell him everything

All the stuff that we have, even if not as impressive as what he makes for this team, some of the stuff would still leave him surprised

You would show him your phone and how it works on a condition that he doesn’t do anything with this knowledge

He also figures a few things along the way the longer you stay there

Like your surprise that teleportation is possible

Heavy

You wanna tell this man so badly that USSR doesn’t exist anymore 

If you are from one of the post soviet countries, he will apologise so much about what his country has done to yours and your people

You’d probably give him a whole speech how what is happening right now is not his fault as he is an anti communist

(Bonus, if you happen to be from one of those countries and know Russian, you’ll most likely sometimes speak in his native tongue)

My personal headcanon is that Heavy most likely spent his free time with people who were deported from their countries to Siberia to labour camps, learning about their cultures and even a little of their languages, so, surprise! He can somewhat communicate with you in your native tongue!

If you’re not from one of the post soviet countries, you still feel bad for the big fellow, especially with what is happening in the world right now

You simply tell him that the system is so flawed it will cause its own downfall. You don’t tell him how or when, but it will

You definitely don’t tell him about the current mess his home land has caused, but you’re pretty sure he would be against it as well.

Medic

Another case of wants to know more, but understands you can’t say much

He’s insane not stupid, he did have a medical licence once upon a time, so there is a smart brain up there

He’d be the most interested in how the medical field has advanced though

But after hearing all about the crazy messed up shit he has done, you tell him there’s nothing interesting in the future that would amaze him

This man has revived people, cut them open while they stay awake and managed to keep them alive when their organs explode, replaced their vital organs with animal ones, created mpreg, has a Spys head in his fridge that is begging for the sweet release of death, figured out how to make people bulletproof, HAS A GUN THAT HEALS UP ANY AND ALL INJURIES 

And we’ve done a surgery on a grape and turned a woolly mammoth into a meatball

Yeah he would not be impressed

Maybe by some of the technologies we now have for surgeries and all the possibilities for people to live past their expected lifespan

But mostly no

Sniper

“Is being an assassin still a good job?”

I feel like Sniper wouldn’t really care all that much

Hey, what happens, happens, not his place to do or change anything even if he wanted to

So you two mostly just chill, not having access to the internet has made you appreciate nature more that’s for sure. You can’t check the latest news and how horrible things are in the world, so you just chill without a worry

He once caught you recording a voice message for your friend/family member, thought you were akin to spy after all and was ready to attack

Until he got closer and heard you saying to whoever the message was meant for that you are unsure when you’d be back, if you ever made it back, saying how you’re doing and to take care

After you sigh as yet another message doesn’t go through, he sat down next to you and you two just talked

Since then you two just kind of hang out in the wild

He’ll tell you all about the creature and plants you two happen to see

He’s also smart enough to figure a few things out on his own

“oooh, I’ve never seen this (plant/animal) in real life!” “probably cause at the moment these are endangered, probably won’t see those again when you go back”

And sadly, he’s right almost 85% of the time

Spy

oooooooooh boy

This guy doesn’t want to know what happens in the future for personal gain or to do something about it, no no no, he just wants to get as much of the information out of you as possible for fun

he’s used to the fact that he can get information about anyone and anything, it’s just a matter of a few strings pulled

But the fact that he couldn’t get any information about you (like who you were, where you’re from, your background and family information) drove this usually calm and collected man insane

He doesn’t show it, but it’s there

So he made it his personal goal to get as much info about you and the future as he possibly can

Which isn’t a lot, and that drives him up the wall even more

If you are a vaper and happened to have one on you while in this whole mess, congratulations, you just confused the living shit out of Spy with this refillable cigarette that runs on juice and electricity 

Doesn’t understand why anyone would choose …that…over good old fashioned tobacco

Is however amazed by the variety in flavours when you tell him about those

He does smoke menthol cigarettes after all

Admittedly, not my best work out of everything I’ve ever written, but hopefully I’ll post something better soon enough

Also, let me know if you wanna see more story-like scenarios rather than headcanons of this same concept!

[ceruleancattail]

Ooo open requests! Id like to request butlers of your choice protecting/taking care of their master from an assassination attempt. Thank you!

Guard Dog

Butler Jack x reader

Desire is a fickle thing, is it not?

It burns from within, forked tongues of flame licking at your heart. Some use the fire to stroke their weapons. Honing their skills, to appease this desires. Using these feelings as a stepping stone, to push themselves further.

Some fall into the flames, utterly consumed. Slaves to their own petty desires.

Today, you have the pleasure of meeting the latter.

A dagger, elaborate designs craved onto its edge. The silver blade gleamed with a grim determination, pressed against your throat. The edge kisses your kiss, a fleeting touch. Not close enough to cut through your skin.

Yet.

Heart thumping in your chest, throwing itself at its rib cage over and over again. As if it sensed the danger, and was trying to escape. Forcing yourself still, you take in a deep breath. An attempt to calm yourself.

Inhale. Feel the air rush into your lungs.

Ignore the blade held on your throat. Do not acknowledge the breaths on the back of your neck. Each burning hot, scalding your skin.

Exhale. Pretend that you’re somewhere else. Anywhere but here.

The pressure of the dagger increased ever so slightly, pressing itself closer to your flesh. Beads of red start to form, slipping down your neck like pearls from a broken necklace. There was something tragically beautiful about them.

Pearls of pain and deceit, pooling at your collarbone.

“What do you want?”

You ask. You didn’t dare to turn around, in the fear that the blade might find a new sheath to nestle. Your neck.

A gruff voice, heavily muffled. It was low, menacing. The sort of voice a battle hardened veteran might have, after seeing wave after wave of horrors.

The voice of someone who’s suffered hardship.

“Your personal seal.”

Ah, for all his crude mannerisms, this robber had some sense. Your personal seal was used to mark all your transactions. Custom made, it’s been personalised by a master craftsman.

It was the only one of its kind.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have it right now.”

The dagger pressed harder. Grey spots blurred your vision, nausea leaping up your throat. You could taste the acidic taste of bile, just threatening to spill over.

“Do not play games with me. Give me the seal, and I won’t hurt you.”

Your eyes began to water, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. Vision growing hazy, spots of black only growing in number, blocking out most of your sight.

Squeezing them shut, you hear a voice. A familiar one, but never in this tone. A low, gravelly voice, stretched thin by anger.

“Oh, but I will.”

A deafening crash, as the assailant’s weapon was ripped away from him. Yanked to the side, you collapsed onto the ground, legs shaking. Struggling to catch your breath, you glance upwards at your saviour.

A board back, tail of grey pointing straight upwards. Standing at attention. You’ve never seen a more reassuring sight.

Jack Howl, your butler.

With a growl, he rushes forward. Clutching the robber’s shoulders, Jack tosses him onto the ground, arm shoving down on his throat, effortlessly pinning him down. Eyes widening, the man started to splutter his excuses. However, most of it came out as illegible babble. Jack increased the force, choking the man.

“Jack.”

His ears flickered, his eyes still intensely trained on the man, burning with rage.

“Jack.”

You repeated yourself, injecting as much force as you could muster into your voice.

“That’s enough. Don’t kill him.”

He looks at you, lips pursed into a fine line. A moment of consideration, before he gives you a sharp nod. Turning back to the man, Jack grabs him by the scruff of his neck, holding him upwards. Feet barely touching the ground, all the man could do was clutch at Jack’s arm, praying for mercy.

Leaning in, he bares his fangs at the robber, growling.

“Do not ever come near this estate, or my Master, ever again. Do you hear me?”

A shaky nod.

Jack thrusts him forward, shoving him out of the door.

“Get lost.”

His eyes stay trained on the man’s retreating back until he was out of sight. Then, he turned his attention to you. Eyes filled with worry, ears drooping. Jack hands reach for your face, pressing into your cheek. Tilting your face from the left to the right, he does a quick check.

Wincing at the movement, you paw at your neck. A feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, the man didn’t cut anything important, yet the cut still stung, nonetheless.

The rip of fabric cut through the air. Holding a piece of his uniform in his hands, Jack dabbed at your wounds, carefully holding the makeshift bandage in place. His hands were calloused, the roughness tickling your neck. Yet despite that, they were remarkably gentle.

You can’t help but lean into his touch, sighing contentedly.

“You’re a regular guard dog, aren’t you, Jack ?”

Raising your arm, you give Jack an appreciative pat on his arm. He stares at you in disbelief, before shaking his head. A small smile tugs at his lips.

“I’m your guard dog, Master.”

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

I read the Bruce Civilian and Villain Reader post, it's so cute and fluffy it excites me in the best ways. The following could be requested Bruce being kind of a healthy simp for his wife and her children little by little begin to love their stepmother, and so does she. Just fluff and comfort both familiar and romantic between Bruce and his wife 💖🌸✨

[Of course!!]

You gaze solemnly at the photos of the Wayne Family. A specific photo of Bruce, his adopted children and Alfred. All standing happily all together as they smile for the camera. You then gaze at the portrait of Mr. And Mrs. Wayne, where a tiny little Bruce stood in between them. Faces all aglow with familia love.

Your sulking is cut off by your phone ringing, pulling it out you check the caller ID.

"Unknown Number.." You read aloud, looking around the small room for anyone spying on you. You answer the call.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N)..?"

Your eyes widen at the voice as screams of terror and laughter are heard in the background.

"Tim? Is everything okay?" You deeply cringe at yourself, of course everything wasn't okay. Some stupid villian is attacking Gotham, again!

"No- well yeah! Er.."

"Hey! Replacement! Get your head out of your ass and help take 'em down!"

Your eyes narrow at Jason, or Red Hood for that matter.

"Red Robin, tell me your situation. NOW."

You could hear the second youngest son sputter in horror as you hear guns and weapons clash.

-

"..."

You keep glancing back at the masked teens and young adults in your car. Your hair a mess as bits of ash and blood stained your clothing, where their's were barely a scratch thankfully.

You look at your passenger seat to see Damion stare straight ahead at the road than you. While the others in your backseat were silent. Even the friendly Dick couldn't even make small talk in this straining silence.

You stop the car in front of the manor, but before they could escape the vehicle. You look the doors.

"Dick. Jason, Tim, Damion..." You start.

"Uh-huh, a villian scolding, US..." Jason mutters sarcastically, Damion scowls.

"You have no authority to talk down at us." The young assassin remarks coldly.

You stare the rear view mirror to see Tim and Dicks unsure reactions.

"Your good at what you do."

You say, eyes narrowed and face cold. "You know what your all capable of and that's a good thing. You choose to fight, to protect."

"I choose to kill. I get that you don't want some, villain... To give you, some, "super hero" speech. But I'm not. Nor am I gonna scold you for your job. Just, please, for your father. Be safe, I know you want to protect him and the city. But BRUCE, he'll do anything, for all of you, to be safe."

The teens and adults don't meet your knowing eyes. You chuckle as the vigilantes shoot you quizzical glances.

"I gave up being a villain for him, I'll become a super-hero for him if that is to be needed." You say with a mirthful tone. Damion tsked at you as Dick muffled his giggling.

"Don't you mean to say "vigilante"?" Tim said with a playful tone.

"Sure. If you'd like. If it means protecting you birdies, I'm all in."

After Bruce came home, he was exhausted. He greeted Alfred kindly as the butler informed him of the dinner he missed with his lover and children. Sadden at missing at such a opportunity, his blue eyes lose a bit his sparkle as he thanked the older man.

Trudging up the stairs, he passes by his childrens doors. A weight feels lifted of his shoulders when realizing that they are safe and in bed. They're home.

Once reaching inside his room, the rich man's stomach insides became mush once he stepped in through the bedroom door.

They're you sat on your shared bed, reading over a book as his sons flock to your side. You coo at a few pictures inside the book Dick noticed his father's presence. Welcoming him in as big dopey grin crawls on your face.

The boys say goodnight to their father as they speed off to their rooms. Bruce approached you, sitting next to you quietly as he looks at what you were reading.

A grin forms over his face at the pictures. A small scrapbook of you and his sons rested in your hands.

"There's still more spots and pages to fill. Don't you think?" You ask, before you could talk about the adventures you and the boys went on earlier in the day before Bruce came home, the man tackles you down. Peppering your knuckles and arms with fast kisses. A dopey grin on his face, just like yours.

[I need to write yandere reader x batman. Plus other characters too!!]

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Two: You Became an Idiot While in Hell

Summary: Chloe is on a strange case and has to face quite the unexpected face.

Mouse Note: Second official chapter! Sorry for the late post, I read JJK Chapter 2551 and couldn't process anything

            “Los Angeles,” breathed Lucifer. The last thing he had needed when acknowledging a new arrival in Hell, Lee, was a reminder of his old life on Earth. Of Chloe. Of (Y/N).

            His kid. The person he cared about more than any other, the one he’d returned to Hell to protect. The kid that would want him to help Lee’s murderer be brought to justice because (Y/N) was a good person.

            Lucifer couldn’t avoid the reminders of them and their heart. So he did the only thing he could. Lucifer turned to face Lee and squared his shoulders.

            “I’m going to do something I haven’t done in ages, for old time’s sake,” said Lucifer. “I’m going to solve your murder.” For (Y/N). Because it is the right thing to do, and that’s what they’d want.

            The only thing Lucifer wanted was to make his kid proud.

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            Chloe’s case was not going well. Not only were there very few leads, but she had forced herself to dress up to investigate, and now, instead of really knowing what happened, another man was dead.

            “Well, no ID on your street kebab yet, but I found this on him, a .45,” said Ella. “Same as the one that killed Lee.”

            “Yep,” said Chloe.

            “And my Spidey-senses tell me this is our murder weapon, but I’ll know more when I get back to the lab,” said Ella.

            “Okay, great. Good,” said Chloe, walking away.

            She knelt over the body of the dead man and sighed. She needed answers, but so far, she had very few, and none of them seemed to lead her to the truth behind Lee’s death.

            “Agh!”

            The man’s dead body coughed, and Chloe jumped. He coughed up blood and sat up weakly, body still covered in lacerations and the literal embodiment of death.

            “Oh, man, I’m so sorry,” said the corpse(?). “That’s gross.” Chloe stared. “Hey, are you the detective? I’m a demon, and Lord Lucifer sent me to give you a message about the case.”

            “Lucifer.” Chloe’s eyes widened. “How is he?”

            “He’s the King of Hell, so he’s great,” said the demon. “But, uh, sometimes a bit…sad, I guess. Don’t tell him I said that. Anyways, he wanted me to tell you…uh, it’s safe where you stored it.”

            Chloe furrowed her brow. “What? What’s safe?”

            “The thing that you stored?” said the demon.

            “ ‘Stored?’ ” repeated Chloe. “Where?”

            “I don’t know, you’re the one who stored it,” said the demon.

            “Wait, I stored it?” said Chloe.

            “Yeah, it’s safe where you stored it.” The demon groaned. “Oh, crap. This body’s too jacked up to keep working. But you got this…And, uh, Lucifer says to say hi to ‘(Y/N).’ ” The body fell back, dead.

            “Wait, wait!” cried Chloe, but the corpse was a corpse once again.

            “Decker?” said Ella, approaching. “What the hell, did you move the body?”

            Chloe groaned. Now she just had more questions. And, what was worse, she had a message from Lucifer to (Y/N), but Chloe wasn’t sure if she should give it to them. After all, their mental health had already spiraled just from Lucifer’s leaving. She didn’t want to trigger anything worse by letting Lucifer saying “hello” without (Y/N) getting to see him return.

            She resigned herself to ask Linda for advice. After all, a therapist should know how to help (Y/N). Hopefully. Then again, (Y/N) wasn’t exactly human, so what did Chloe know? Or anyone.

            Other than Lucifer. He took care of them.

            Oh, god, Chloe was going to feel better no matter what she did. If she told (Y/N) Lucifer said “hi” but still wasn’t coming back, she risked them spiraling and growing angry. If she didn’t tell (Y/N) anything, she’d feel super guilty and risk their anger if they found out she hid something like this from them.

            Chloe was so screwed.

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            “Hey, uh, Linda?” Chloe stepped into the therapist’s house.

            “Oh, hi, Chloe,” said Linda, smiling as she bounced Charlie in her arms. “Welcome in. I thought you and Maze were working on a case.”

            “We are,” said Chloe. “But, uh, something’s going on, and I wanted to talk to you about it…”

            “Is something wrong?” said Linda, frowning.

            “A demon paid me a visit,” said Chloe.

            Linda’s eyes widened. “What?” The last time demons had come to Earth, it had ended in kidnapping and near-death. “What’s going on?”

            “Lucifer sent me a message,” said Chloe.

            “Oh. Really?” Linda was surprised.

            “Yeah, it didn’t really make sense,” muttered Chloe. She shook her head. “But that’s not what I’m concerned about. I’m concerned about (Y/N). Lucifer wants me to say hello to them for him.”

            Linda pursed her lips. “And you don’t know whether or not to tell them.” Linda was a therapist; she knew what Chloe was concerned about.

            “What do you think?” said Chloe, furrowing her brow.

            “I think you shouldn’t tell them,” said Linda.

            “What if they find out I hid something and get angry?” said Chloe.

            “(Y/N) needs to move on from Lucifer leaving,” said Linda. “I know that hiding things might seem…counterintuitive, but they’re mourning. To be constantly reminded of Lucifer and told that he’s trying to speak to them but isn’t coming back could cause more harm. He isn’t coming back. (Y/N) needs to have time to wrestle with that and become accustomed to that fact.”

            Chloe nodded. Right. Lucifer wasn’t coming back. That was, unfortunately, a fact.

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            Another unfortunate fact was that in the late night, Chloe found herself in a gunfight defending Meg, Lee’s sister.

            “Meg, listen to me,” said Chloe. “You can do this. We’re not gonna die her.” She steeled herself. She was going to face everything that came towards her. “Get ready.”

            Above them, several guns went off, and Chloe and Meg ducked down farther behind the kitchen island. The three men were still on the attack, and the pair were still in danger. The bullets ran out, and tense silence descended.

            A confident whistle broke the quiet, and everyone paused in confusion. A man walked into the kitchen, and the gunmen glared.

            “What the hell?” said Rod, the first.

            “Hello, bad guys!” chirped a voice that made Chloe’s heart skip a beat.

            Lucifer? No, Chloe had to be imagining it. He couldn’t be here, no matter how much she wanted him to be.

            “Who’s this crazy fool?!” said Rod.

            “I hope I’m not late to the party,” continued who Chloe hoped was Lucifer.

            Unable to keep herself from looking, Chloe peered around the corner. Her eyes widened. It was Lucifer. He was there. On earth. In the kitchen. Here when she was in danger!

            One of the men noticed her, aimed, and fired. She ducked back, but Lucifer already grabbed him and slammed him through the wall. The second man aimed at Lucifer, but Chloe interceded and shot him. Meg made a run for it while Lucifer grabbed the gun from Rod’s hands before he could harm anyone. He broke it between his hands, and Chloe knocked Rod out with the butt of her gun before he could do more.

            Silence.

            Chloe and Lucifer stared at one another. Lucifer smiled and took a step forward.

            “Thought you could use a hand, but…” Lucifer gestured to the amputated hand (another part of the mess Chloe had been dealing with). “Looks like someone beat me to it.”

            Chloe didn’t respond. All she could do was gaze at him. She could barely believe it. So, she did the one thing she could to convince herself Lucifer was real. She kissed him. Lucifer returned her act of affection, pulling her close.

            He’s real. He’s here.

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            (Y/N) glared at the screen. “That’s bullshit! Just because it’s in black, that doesn’t mean the design is ‘chic!’ ”

            “Birdie, relax, it’s a TV show,” said Em.

            “But the judges are being stupid! They always say that colorful outfits are worse than all black!” said (Y/N), huffing.

            “This is Project Runway,” said Em.

            “So?”

            “I don’t think it’s that serious,” said Em.

            “Taste is important,” grumbled (Y/N).

            “I’m going to turn this off if you keep going crazy, Birdie,” said Em.

            “Fiiiiiine,” said (Y/N), slouching in their seat.

            The elevator dinged, and Em and (Y/N) exchanged glances. They hadn’t gotten texts from anyone saying they were coming over, and almost every time someone came over unannounced, it meant trouble.

            Em slid towards the table they kept a demon blade taped under, and (Y/N) narrowed their eyes, letting the shadows stir around their feet.

            The elevator doors slid open. A man stepped out. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “Dad?”

            Lucifer stood in the Penthouse and smiled confidently at Em and (Y/N). “Hello!”

            “What-How—” Em stared.

            (Y/N) was frozen, eyes wide.

            “I’ve returned!” said Lucifer, grinning as if nothing was wrong, as if this wasn’t insane. “Well, it’s good to see nothing has changed around here.” He walked through the Penthouse, looking around in satisfaction.

            “…Is that all you have to say?”

            Em tensed as (Y/N) spoke. The shadows swirled around their feet, and their hands had curled into fists. The look in their eyes was dark and dangerous. Em saw it clearly; (Y/N) was furious.

            “Of course. I’m back, isn’t that what counts?” said Lucifer brightly.

            “No,” hissed (Y/N). “No, that isn’t! You left! You abandoned me! You said you wouldn’t, and you did!” They marched up to Lucifer, and the shadows behind them spread out, cloaking the room in darkness. “So you don’t get to just walk back in without an apology!”

            “(Y/N)—” began Lucifer.

            “What is wrong with you?” snapped (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), I’m here now,” said Lucifer. He reached out, and shadows leapt up to grab his arm as (Y/N) glared at him.

            “Yeah, you are. After abandoning me,” said (Y/N). “So it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than walking back into my life to make it up to me.”

            “What can I do? Give you money?” said Lucifer, smiling and raising his hands to show he was open to anything.

            (Y/N) scoffed. “That’s what you think I want? You became an idiot while in Hell. You should know that’s not what I care about.” They turned away and walked towards their room. “Just go away again. You didn’t care when you left, and you clearly don’t care now.”

            “(Y/N), I want to make it up to you. Just tell me how,” said Lucifer.

            “My dad knew what I would want,” said (Y/N). They glared at him in their doorway. “But he abandoned me. So fuck you.” They slammed the door.

            Silence, and Em’s brow creased in worry for (Y/N).

            “Well…that didn’t go as well as I’d planned,” said Lucifer.

            “…You should’ve known (Y/N) would react that way,” said Em, quietly. “Your leaving hurt them.”

            “I know,” said Lucifer, smiling. “But don’t worry, everyone will be alright. I’ll handle everything.”

            He walked away, and Em was left alone in the living room in the middle of the worst situation possible: a regressing Lucifer (in terms of relationships with others) and a pissed-off (Y/N).

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[dancingundermoonlight101]

"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.

"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."

"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."

"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."

sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again

I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)

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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.

The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.

Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.

"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."

"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.

Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."

"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.

"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.

"How much do you know."

"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.

"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.

Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.

Chaos ensued.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️

[therandosfandos]

Chapter 6!!

WOOOO!! @frenderbender09 @bluehamster08

The crew headed into Zapp Brannagains ship, Leela huffing about angrily as she avoided his eye contact with her. She had a right to punch him right in that stupid face of his, but he'd probably like that too. What a creep.

"So, where are we headed again, somewhere fine and course so me and lovely Leela here could go on a date, perhaps?", the captain winks at her and she rolls her eye at him, scoffing with her arms crossed, "never gonna happen", he states as a matter of fact, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Zapp chuckles, "I'm sure you'll change your mind soon enough"

"Oh shut up for fuffs sake!", the professor yells out, "set course for the Mahera quadrant".

Kif speaks up, "the Mahera quadrant?...but that's one of the most highly dangerous areas in the whole galaxy!", he voices his concern instantly. Amy grabs his hand and kisses his cheek, "don't worry, Kiffy, I'll protect you". As this happens, Kif giggles with a slight blush on his cheeks and stutters.

Meanwhile, Fry only sighs, "I can't believe he's gone missing on his birthday...I didn't even get to give him my gift yet", he mutters to himself. Leela places a hand on his shoulder and smiles softly, "we'll find him, Fry or we'll die trying". That gave the orange haired man a glimmer of hope, so he curls his lips upwards back.

—

Will ran back to the house. He needed to get help. Backup. Bender was kidnapped, taken away. He pants as he slams the front door to their cottage home open. Jewels and Anas eyes went wide, while Bon just looked up at his dad and giggled, reaching up.

Ana spoke, "where's Bender?", she asks with worry on her voice.

"Get your stuff...", Will pants, "and every weapon you can find".

—

Bender was back in the cage, he clutches at the collar around his neck in pain. A hiss sound came out of his voice box and he looks around before trying to bend the bars open again. Suddenly he sees a material labeled, "unbendable". Shit.

He sighs and falls onto the floor, his knees to his metal chest. The bot doesn't speak but then he sees the man walk back in clapping. A slow kind of clapping. "I applaud your efforts, bending unit, I really do...", he laughs vily. "However, it's no use...", he grins at looks down at the bot in the cage below him. Bender growls and clutches at the bars tighter. Suddenly a finger on his so called chin pulled his visor into the bars and his optics widen, "what the hell!?" He yells out and tried to pull away, but the human wouldn't allow it to happen.

"Get off!!", he yells to no use again. Suddenly his mouthplate was pressed against this man's lips. Disgust feeling him. He felt like throwing up. A moment later he was let go and fell to the ground weakly with a groan. "I 'oughta kill you...bastard...", the bending unit scowls.

The man laughs at this again, "id like to see you even try...", but his eyes widen when Bender shoots his extendable arm through the bars of the cage and wraps it around the humans neck. He was trying to choke him out. The horizontal lines in the foghat grey robots grill lifted upwards when he sees it's working, but fell quite quickly when he ogles a remote in the man's hand. "What the hell is-GRK!?"

That same painful electricity shooting through his circuits and he lets the guy go, retracting his arm and falling onto his knees. He clutches at the shock collar as his eyes sparked and optics change. Artificial tears spilling from his yellow eyes. "STOP!!! STOP IT!!!", he begs.

The human kicks the robot to the floor through the bar holes and smirks when he sees the robot curl up into a ball. "Cute...", he chuckles.

Bender didn't know who this man was, but he must be some kind of messed up robosexual. It was obvious by the way Hutz was eyeing him up and down. Probably also a fucking masochist based on what he did to Ana and Bon. He wanted them back. They protected him. Made him feel emotions like Fry had. Instead in a more maternal way than a love way. Fry...oh God, Fry! He was supposed to go on a date the night of his birthday!

Too bad that wouldn't happen. Let's face it? There's no route of escape here. The bars are unbendable, he had a shock collar on and this guy was a sicko.

He sighs, reaching into his chest compartment only to realize nothing was there. No, no, no, no! His stuff! And...the stuff he stole. But most importantly, his stash of beer! Crap! Crap! Crap! He'd be unable to fuel up unless he asked. The little bot trembled, hugging himself more and refusing to cry. He was tough. He was macho. He had an ego and an in-your-face interface. He couldn't break that.

However, It feels like a part of him has already been broken.

[2anxious2betrue]

Happy Marriage: part 2

part 1:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/2anxious2betrue/687555004390866944?source=share

Summary: Soldier boy is looking for his wife, has anyone seen her? Its been many years, and he has come back ready to have a happy marriage. Too bad she doesn't see it that way.

Warnings: non-con, mean solider boy, DV, the 1970s

I have no idea how to tag people that have asked me to tag them. I am sorry, but I do hope you find this part 2 and enjoy. The new episode was a big shocker for me, specifically the ending. There are no spoilers here, so no worries. Also there might be some grammar mistakes, I did not have anyone look it over. Anyways enjoy :)

Part 2:

Time was running out. You were not certain where Ben was, but you knew that you couldn’t stay put in one place for too long. After seeing the news, you collected yourself and got to work. You gathered all necessary items (clothes, medicine, weapons) into a duffel bag and swung it over your shoulder. It was time to start a new life, again.

You heard a ping from your phone and quickly grabbed it to read the message. 

‘523 Mable Ave’

You dropped your phone onto the floor and slammed your foot down on it, successfully cracking and breaking the phone into small pieces. 

One final glance at your apartment, and you were out the door. You weren’t attached to the place, but you would miss the scattered memories of not having to look behind your shoulder all the time. It was still bright out when you left, people bustling and walking amongst each other on the streets. Everyone held a certain aura around themselves ever since Soldier Boy appeared again. Even though you continuously saw the repeated videos of Homelander trying to ease the public on the lack of danger, you knew it was a lie. And it seemed that the public wasn���t too convinced with Homelander’s reassurance either. 

Taking a turn into an abandoned alleyway, you began your search looking for a specific symbol. Your eyes caught the discreet symbol of a bull on the gray stone wall, and you leaped towards it. Caressing the symbol, this was your way out. Tapping the stone, you could hear that the area was hollowed out. You gave it a slightly harder tap, and the area crumbled apart leaving a small whole. You tossed the rubble away and took out the contents inside. You flipped through it, an ID and passport with a new name but your picture looking right back at you. There was also a one way ticket to Toronto, Canada leaving in a couple of hours. 

You looked past your shoulder, making sure no one saw your actions. You stashed everything into your jacket pocket and high tailed out of the location. Back in the crowded streets, you signaled for a taxi driver. After two drove by you, the third finally stopped pulling down his window and asking you where you were going. 

You opened the back door and placed your belongings beside you, but before you could shut the door a hand grabbed the door frame. He pulled open the door for his wide body to stand next to yours. 

“There you are honey, I’ve been looking all over for you”. Your mind did not register what was happening, but his deep timber voice brought memories to your body. With ease he pushed your body to the side allowing his body to sit in the car. He closed the door behind him. 

The taxi driver said something, but you were numb. You did not understand what was going on, this felt unreal. You were certain that you had more time. 

You glanced towards him from the corner of your eye, he was dressed casually not in his usual Supe outfit. He told the taxi driver a new location to drive to, and the driver didn’t even question it. You scooted further away from him and slowly moved your hand to open the door. 

“Don’t even think about it”. You fully looked at him then, his eyes were staring daggers into yours. His facial features hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him. He looked exactly the same but his aura gave a darker twist than even before. 

You gave one small nod of your head to give the allusion of appeasing him. He still thought you were his obedient submissive wife, but times have changed. 

You reached for the door handle again and showed it open, flinging the car door towards oncoming traffic. The driver exclaimed loudly, but you didn’t hear the rest of it as you jumped out of the moving car. Your body rolled onto the street, you could feel scratches and bruises already healing as you forced your body to get up and make a run for it. 

Cars honked at you, as you ran across the road looking for an escape route. There was no time for you to glance over to see if he was following you but you knew he was. It seemed like anarchy was occurring around you as cars drove into one another and screams filled your ears. Thudding, thumping, and screaming all around you. Everything was too much, and you couldn’t process it all, no ideas were coming to mind other than run faster. 

You heard your name being yelled out at you but you didn’t stop. 

You wouldn’t stop no matter what, because the alternative would be a much worse faith. The world saw Soldier Boy as a superhero, you saw him for who he truly was. A sociopath. 

1971

The room was silent except for the repeated ticking of the clock. Any moment now your husband will come home. This used to bring joy to you but as the years went by, the fame increased, you began to see new and dark sides of him. 

First it was Vought’s idea that your marriage should be kept a secret from the public, Ben explained it was for your safety. You agreed, because you didn’t know any better. He truly cared for you, and many people wanted to hurt him, therefore you. 

But it didn’t stop there, he would repeatedly come home with blood all over his suits. Your first initial reaction was to be worried for him but he would always smile and say it wasn’t his. 

More and more Ben would change but you would find excuses for his actions, after all he saved the world from Nazi’s. Then one day he decided that the outside world was too dangerous for you. He did not want you to leave the house without him. Eventually you weren’t allowed to leave the house at all. 

You remembered the day he forcibly injected compound V into your system. He held you the whole night while you were in pain. He rocked you back and forth, whispering reassurance into your ear. He promised things would get better and a bright future would be ahead for the both of you. He exclaimed his love for you. 

Now you sit still watching the time tick by waiting for your husband to come home. His words from the past empty promises that were not fulfilled, instead grief overtook you. You knew what lay within your husband and it was not what the public saw, it was not who you married. This person did not care about no one but his own selfish desires, which included you playing the role of a domestic house wife that always obeyed. 

The door creaked open but you sat still, not moving an inch.

“Honey, I’m home”

You glanced towards the direction of his voice but refused to get up and greet him. You were tired of it all. 

“Honey?”

Silence. 

He waited for you to appear, for you to answer, and once he realized he wasn’t going to get it you heard his frustrated sigh. 

His sock clad feet made thudding sounds on the wood floor as he approached you. You could feel his eyes on you as he made his way, he stopped behind you. 

“When will you learn” 

He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it back. Your head jerked with his harsh movement, and you were forced to look up at him. He sneered down at you. 

“I give and I give, and this is the thanks I get?” He gestured with his other arm. “All that I ask is for you to be a good wife, don’t I deserve that?” He questioned. 

Tears began to blur your eyesight, the pain from his grip intensifying as the seconds went by. You didn’t answer him, closing your eyes allowing the tears to trickle down your cheeks. 

“Stop being such a crybaby”. 

His grip on your hair tightened more and he finally swung you over from the couch, you landed harshly on your back. 

“Aw baby, that’s ok. I’m here”. His deep voice was mocking you, as he straddled your waist. His heavy weight prevented you from sitting up. You groaned from the impact, the throbbing in your head slowly disappearing. 

His hand reached towards your cheek, tracing the soft flesh down to your throat. Goosebumps littered your skin, his touch used to bring joy and pleasure, now you weren’t sure what feelings you held towards him. 

You lifted your right hand towards him, and with your full force pushed him away from you. He stumbled off of you allowing a small opportunity of escape from his assault. You turned your body and crawled your way away from him. Your freedom was short lived, he grabbed your foot and pulled you back towards him. 

He clicked his tongue. “Honey, where do you think you’re going?” 

He wrestled you back into the previous position, with him straddling your body down to the floor. This time he also had your hands pinned to the side. His face was hovering above yours, his eyes looking deep into you. 

Shutting your eyes, you no longer wanted to look at him. You wanted to escape from this horrible reality but he wouldn’t allow you. You felt his breath on your face as he leaned closer to you and locked your lips together. His lips were rough against yours, a punishing move. 

You didn’t respond to his actions, so he bit your bottom lip drawing blood. He suckled at the wound and caressed your lip with the tip of his tongue. A reluctant moan escaped you, as he moved his right hand away from your wrist to your breasts. 

His movements were both gentle and demanding. None of his actions were to bring you pleasure, he was doing this to punish you. To punish for your actions and remind you where your place was. 

He groaned into your mouth as you felt his length harden against you, he began to move his hips against you causing friction. He pulled his lips away from yours, and looked at his work. You were laying breathless beneath him, hair tousled, lips swollen, and reluctantly extremely aroused. 

He smirked down at you. 

“My little slut”. 

You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin back to look at him. 

“Are you going to be a good or naughty girl today?” 

You refused to answer him. 

“I like it when you're naughty”.

He let go of your chin, but abruptly leaned towards your ear and whispered. “My naughty slut is going to be punished today”. His breath tickled your skin as his tongue darted out and licked the bottom of your earlobe before biting it harshly. 

You tried to shove him away from you but this time he didn’t budge. More tears built at the corner of your eyes as he wouldn’t let you go. 

“Ben please”

He put more pressure on your body as he leaned his own body on yours, even with your enhanced strength you were no match to him. 

“Please stop”

His tongue made a trail down your jaw, to your neck, and trailed kisses around your collarbone. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. 

“I love you baby.”

His baritone voice whispered into you. 

“I-I love you too”. Your voice was a small whimper compared to his. Even through all his actions, your response wasn’t a lie. You truly did love him, and you despised yourself for that. 

“I love you so much that I would do anything for you. I would kill everyone on this earth, just so I could be alone with you”. 

“I know”. 

He pushed his body up and stood on both his feet looking down at you. His movement finally allowed you freedom to move, you too got up from your position. Standing straight, you waited for his next move, never knowing what was truly going on in his head. 

He moved away from you and back to the couch, sitting down and spreading his legs. 

“Come here”

“Why”

“Don’t be fucking stupid” He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to come to him. “It's time for your punishment”.

[kayhi808]

What Happens in Vegas...

Locked up in a private penthouse suite in The Venetian, Billy can see the Las Vegas Strip lit up like Christmas. He hated taking jobs like this because it was so boring. But the money was too good to pass up and it was easy. Every 3-4 months, this guy holds high stakes poker tournaments and contracts Anvil for security, but insists that Billy works the tournaments.

It's the same 2 dozen people who show up. B-list celebrities, some local politicians, people on the poker circuit but you're new. He hasn't seen you here before. You're early. The players haven't arrived yet. He gives you one of his charming smiles, "ID please?"

*****

You hand him your ID and you're blown away by him. Vegas is known for having attractive people, but this guy is beautiful. He's over 6', chiseled face, perfectly styled black hair and the deepest chocolate brown eyes you've ever seen, almost black. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips and it makes you clench your thighs together. Shit. "Sweetheart," he looks into your eyes and it churns up the butterflies in you belly and your smile dreamily up at him. "Your name ain't on my list."

"Wait. What?" You shake yourself out of your little dream world. "I have to be." Without this job you aren't going to be able to make rent this month. "Can you please check again, sir?" He stares at you and a hint of a smile touches his lips when you called him, sir.

He looks again and you notice he's looking at the players list. "I'm not playing in the tournament. I'm hired as a server." He toggles to a different list & smiles. "My mistake," returning your ID. He steps aside and let's you pass.

You go to drop your belongings behind the bar and help set up the stations before the players arrive.

During the evening you sneak glances at the security guy at the door. Half-way through the night you approach him to offer him a drink and he gives you that same charming smile. "It's just water with lemon." He takes it and drinks down half of it.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"You could just flag us down & we can bring you a drink. We'll probably make some coffee a lil later."

He nods and holds out his hand, "Bill Russo."

I shake his hand, "I know. I've already asked around." I release him & walk back to the bar. I feel his eyes on me.

Day 1 of the tournament ends at around 5am you quickly clean up and divy up the tips so you can leave. As you pass Bill, "Enjoy your night. Morning?"

He wraps his hand around your arm and leans in to whisper, "Running off so soon?"

Shrugging, "What did you have in mind?"

Giving you a smirk, "Wait for me by the elevator." He releases your arm and walks towards his client. He looks over his shoulder and raises his eyebrow, like why haven't you left yet.

*****

This is crazy! What are you doing? You dont know this guy. You hit the elevator button. You can't do this. He's just someone with a pretty face. A pretty face and a voice that gives you goosebumps and a smile that makes your panties wet. You hit the button multiple times as if that would make the elevator car hurry. The bell dings and the doors open. You walk in ready to press lobby when Bill runs up, throwing his hand against the door to keep it open. "Sorry, it took longer than I thought."

He presses the button for his floor and gives you that smile that has you smiling back. You think: This is how you end up on Missing Persons posters.

The door closes and Bill's lips are on yours. He moved quick but his kisses were soft and languid. The doors open & he pulls away, but grabs your hand leading you to his room.

He unlocks his door and you follow him in. His mouth latches on to yours and your fingers tangle in his hair. The lazy kisses from the elevator turn more demanding. He kisses you like he can't get enough of you. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he grabs your wrist and pulls away. You notice his holster and weapon. You can't tell if that's sexy or scary. Again, you make things so easy for a serial killer. Billy secures his gun in a lockbox and removes his holster and tie and returns to where he left you.

Your fingers go to the buttons on his shirt and he works the zipper on your strapless dress. It falls to the ground and Billy smiles at the fact you went braless, so all you're in is a pink thong now.

His hand found their way to your breast and presses them together. Running his thumbs over your nipples, already hard from the chill of the A/C & gently pinching them, teasing you. Each flick of his fingers sent a small shockwave to your core. He walks you backwards to the bed & has you lying back. He bends down to suck your right nipple into his mouth, teasing slow circles around it while his hand gently squeezed your other breast. He alternates back and forth.

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart." You obey and he removes your panties. He pushes your legs up & apart.

He traced his fingers up & down your folds. He inserts the tip of his index finger into your aching pussy, swirling it teasingly around the entrance, as his other thumb traces around your clit in slow deliberate circles. He slowly pushes his index finger deep inside you, pulling out & dragging along all the most sensitive parts along the way. You clench down hard on his finger, "So sensitive. I think your pussy is enjoying this attention, isn't it?" Your breath start coming in soft pants. His ministrations were calculated, just enough to make you want more. "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes, Bill. Please!"

He inches lower on the bed, kissing along your thigh until he reaches your pussy. It wasn't long before his hands were replaced by his tongue. Soft and warm, exploring you in the same way his fingers did a minute ago. He uses his tongue to taste & tease every inch of you. Licking up & down your entire length of your slit, finding his way to your swollen clit. Sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, making you squirm. His fingers return, thrusting deep inside you. You feel yourself stretching around them. They thrust in & out, while his tongue works it's magic on you. You let out a loud moan as your climax hits you.

He strip out of his pants and boxers and reaches over to his night stand for a condom & rolls it on. His hands are back to gently rubbing your clit. "I love how wet you are for me."

He positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock against you. He starts to push in & you eyes flutter closed. "Open your eyes. Look at me." Surprised at his stern tone, you open your eyes & look into his ebony ones. "Good girl. Now I want you to keep them open the whole time, ok?" You nod & he smirks.

He's big. Bigger than the other lovers that you've had. As he thrusts in, you instinctively try to move away from him, but his hips & hands keep you firmly in place. He slows his thrust, "Oh, your pussy feels so tight & warm around my cock." He rests his forehead against yours, trying to maintain his control.

He begins to move inside you, slowly at first & then faster, deeper. Every thrust hitting every single nerve ending along the way. As the minutes went by he was like a machine, never tiring, driving himself into you over & over again.

And then you feel it again, the buildup inside & your eyes start to droop, "Eyes on me!" You whimper, but obey because you don't want him to stop. You explode into an even more powerful climax than before, screaming & moaning. And he saw it all, holding himself deep inside you as you come, his eyes staring straight into your soul.

Only when you collapsed with exhaustion, he leaned down to press his lips to you, sliding his tongue deep into your mouth, he resumed thrusting his cock in & out of you. It didn't take long before his own orgasm hit. He hisses your name as he collapses on top of you and lay motionless as you both try to catch your breath.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

ykno what id like. mike and will continuing the constantly being interrupted trope.

mike and will already confessed, everythings out in the open. but once they were about to kiss with bated breath, jonathan opens the door which makes mike almost bite his own tongue. jonathan asks teasingly if theyre busy. mike slaps his knee and says ‘’nope. we’re fine. whats up?’’ with a forced grin. will and jonathan give each other a knowing look.

and another moment where theyre finally alone. blah blah, another heart to heart. mike leans forward once again, only for them to get interrupted by nancy’s yelling from outside. ‘’you guys have to see this!’’ situation. will mouths a ‘sorry’ to mike and runs outside, leaving mike with gripped fists on his lap. another day, he thinks. its not the end of the world!.. oh wait! it is.

another opportunity comes moments before the final battle and find themselves inside will’s old shed, probably getting weapons. mike doesnt give a shit at this point if they get walked in on. the place smells like pond scum, and its not exactly the most ideal situation for their first kiss, but for mike it was now or never. another heart to heart ensues, and mike leans quicker than usual. its obvious hes yearning. will is too, but hes hiding it much better than mike has.

then lucas and dustin swing the door open, and catch mike already holding will’s cheek. but neither were terrified, just done. will looks away scratching the back of his neck, and mike throws his hands up in the air. ‘’oh for the love of- can you PLEASE just give us one fucking minute??!’ he screams.

lucas and dustin stutter apologies. ‘right, sorry. of course sorry’. dustin tells them to have fun. lucas hits him on the head. dustin apologizes and closes the door. they see lucas wave them off. they leave whatever they came there to find, and before mike could lean one more time, lucas whispers out loud ‘dude i KNEW it!’.

then lucas lets out a sharp ‘ow, what the fuck?’ dustin hisses back, ‘’SHUT UP, youre going to ruin it! lets just leave them.’’ their voices trail off with childlike giggling.

mike and will stare for a while, chuckling nervously. mike rolls his eyes and holds will’s pinky. ‘’i guess we could wait a little longer.’’

‘’..yeah. i think that would be best.’’

‘’we’ll get it right. somehow.’’

‘’it’s always like this with us, isnt it?’’

they laugh.