#if i hit ask limit there will be a pause but i'm free for the night so <3

[hiraya-rawr]

looking for your favorites 3 (sagau)

synopsis !! they can't possibly be your favorite character. . . right?

characters !! wanderer, scaramouche, chongyun, abyss prince aether, razor

note !! EVERYTHING WAS WRITTEN IN MY FREETIME bit by bit, hence why it sometimes sounds a little off i guess? i tried to fix it as much as i could ++ I'm honestly not sure if I can continue writing for the og sagau concept, I keep twisting it into something else eeh- heheheh

contains !! gn reader, mild religious themes, honestly the sagau concept is a little everywhere in this one, i couldnt seem to settle on one type, spoilers on sumeru's archon quest, scaramouche/wanderer spoilers

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A Genshin Player typically has a variety of characters to choose from. Such options can range from free-to-play characters to limited five stars. Regardless of how much one invested in the game, they're bound to have at least a handful of options.

This is what all characters are aware of— that they are options among hundreds to thousands of vision holders across Teyvat, with every character being special and enticing in their own way.

There's no way they could be the favorite.

Right?

[x] WANDERER

He doesn't quite know who he is.

He doesn't understand what his purpose is either.

He just wanders, lost, nation to nation in hopes of maybe discovering a sense of fulfillment.

And with all the wandering he's done, he -of course- has heard about you. A special entity to this world. A small part of him wonders if you'd know the answers to his questions (or perhaps, you could make use of him? If he could be useful to someone like you, then surely he would feel fulfilled?).

Despite his quiet hopes, he wasn't in any rush to find you. Nor did he hope for you to actually make use of him. He just continued wandering, from the mountains of Liyue to the forests of Sumeru— all the way to where he is now. The barren desert, with nothing but sand for miles and miles to see (and perhaps that rather intimidating, flipped pyramid at a distance).

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting you of all people to follow his tracks out into the desert.

At first you were just a spech amongst the sands, then you became clearer with your approach, showing more and more the familiar features he once saw in passing amongst statues or paintings.

When you were finally within hearing distance, you raised a hand as if to call out his name, hesitating for a moment before deciding what to say—

"Wanderer!"

He tilts his head, pausing to face you as you walk closer. The sand around you stills, as if no longer fighting against every footstep you take, and instead assisting you to come closer.

"You are. . . the one this world was created for, right?" He asks unsure as soon as you were close enough

"I suppose I am?" You reply with a laugh, and he finds that he quite likes your laugh. "I tried looking for you, I'm glad I caught up before you got too deep into the desert."

"You tried looking for me. . ? Why?"

"Because how could I visit Teyvat without meeting you?" You smile softly. He looks away, it doesn't make sense.

"Meeting me, huh. . . then may I ask for a favor?"

"Anything you want."

His eyes catches yours -sunlight hitting them just right- and without missing a beat, "Can I be of use to you? Can you give me purpose?"

You freeze, hands to your side as you stare back at him. In truth, you were expecting something like this, but now? So soon on your first meeting? He looks back seriously.

"Sca– Wanderer," You begin, "You're doing this. . . to find out who you are, right?"

He nods. You sigh.

"Well. . . I know a friend back in the city who can help you. They're a traveler as well. In fact, you can say they're a friend of yours!"

"A friend of mine. . ?"

"Trust me. You'll love them. And shall we go back?"

Go back? He wonders. There's miles and miles of sand around you.

"It would be nightfall soon. I don't think we'd be able to make it back today. I'm sorry."

You turn to him, lips in a wide smile. There's something wrapped between your fingers as you hold it out for him to catch. He opens his palm, it settles down slowly— it's. . . an anemo vision. Glowing brightly.

"Why walk when we can fly?" You grin.

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"Don't you feel hot at all?" You whine, shielding your eyes from the glare of sunlight.

"I have a hat."

"I see. . . "

[x] SCARAMOUCHE

* It's conflicting, really. Scaramouche despises gods— their invisible influence taunting him like he was a defective product, like he should be ashamed to ever think he could stand on their level.

* You were... an oddity in his feelings towards such powerful beings. The world was made for you, catered to you, and people naturally adored you (just like how they adored the traveler you've shown your favor to).

* So when you, the being which his very world was created for your entertainment, landed in Teyvat, as human as any human could be— he didn't know what to expect.

* He didn't care. There are hundreds for you to meet, and he's not about to wait in line, dilly-dallying for your attention like a common peasant.

* But in the open halls of the Tsaritsa's palace, you approach with the quick pattering of your heels.

* The crowd of Fatui workers naturally part as soon as they noticed your approach. It's odd enough to hear that the player begged to go to Snezhnaya -land of nothing but barren snow- but to rush to Scaramouche's main headquarters? Unheard of!

* Yet there you were, face to face with a single option out of hundreds (the single option you chose).

"What in Teyvat are you. . ." He trails off, his face scrunched between irritation and shock. He doesn't know what to say, really. Would insulting you incur some sort of divine fury?

"I came looking for you!" You reply.

He thinks you're an idiot. He shouldn't call you that, right? Would it damn him to the abyss or something?

"Why. . ." He tries to form the words, "Why in Teyvat would you–" He pauses, looking around at the small crowd.

With a glare, the Fatui agents scatter away from the hall. It doesn't take much to scare them away like little rats. As he turns back to you, you look back unafraid, if not a little excited.

"Why are you here? Do you pity me, is that it?" He asks with a bite to his voice.

"Yes."

"I– what? So you admit it?" He scoffs, is there a limit to your shamelessness? Is this a trait natural to the gods? "Unbelievable."

"I pity you, everything you went through, but that's not the reason why I'm here! Isn't it obvious?" You say, a wide grin beginning to form, "You're my absolute favorite!"

He freezes. What? Absolutely. . . favorite?

As if understanding his speechlessness, you continue on, "I've been wanting to meet you since the very first event– ahem, first time I saw you!"

"You truly are an odd one." He mumbles under his breath because why him? Why the one who was abandoned and used numerous times? He's merely a puppet without a heart.

An empty vessel.

"And why should I believe you?" He says unconvincingly, arms folded. He notices the little chatter behind the walls, those darn recruits are listening in.

"Why would I be here if you're not my favorite?" You quip back.

He scoffs, "I don't know, but there's certainly something wrong with you in the head. You're not exactly what I expected."

"If you were expecting a certain level of power, then I could still do that. I can give you gifts."

". . . gifts?" He tilts his head.

"Artifacts, weapons, talents— they're all for you since the very beginning anyway!"

Artifacts, weapons. . . power? He thinks. Truly, if you were such an ultimate being, you could provide him anything? As if pondering over it, he suddenly pauses.

Yes, indeed you could give him these things.

But why him?

Because of favorites?

How could he be favored when he was once thrown away.

". . . Can you give me a gnosis?" He says, voice uncharacteristically soft.

"Um. . . we'll work on that. Maybe on the later arcs."

[x] CHONGYUN

* Despite modern Liyue's sovereignty from gods, it's still a nation that values traditions and piety. It's natural that with your arrival, you only deserve the best!

* That included invites from some of the highest ranking nobles and guilds. It's no surprise that Xingqiu, the second son of the largest Commerce Guild, makes an appearance to greet you in the Jade Palace, his brother and parents already done with their turns.

* Xingqiu expected a lot from you, maybe discussions of the arts (or perhaps you're even interested in novels?). What he didn't expect was for you to ask such a random question.

"Oh Xingqiu! You're here! Ah– but where's Chongyun?"

He only pauses for a second. Chongyun may be the son of a longstanding exorcist clan, but they're not much to boast about in terms of influence or wealth. Chongyun is... well, Chongyun. His dear best friend.

"I apologize, I wasn't aware that you'd like to meet him as well. Chongyun should be. . . hmm around the harbor by now, perhaps." He stands straight from his bow, "We were planning on meeting after this, your Holiness, to look for haunted h— I mean, to stroll Wuwang Hill."

You already know what they're up to as you clasp your hands together.

"Excellent! I'll go with you!"

"Wait- what?"

* Oh poor Chongyun, he would be a frantic mess in disbelief. It was hard enough to believe that you suddenly went to Liyue, but to approach him of all people? Did you mistake him for someone else? Are you going to ask for directions? Did he do something wrong?

* The thoughts swirling around his head is enough to destabilize his yang energy as you helplessly reassure him that you're there because you want to meet him as soon as you could.

"Chongyun!" You rush up to him, arms wide in an embrace— the cryo allogene freezes in place, stares with his cat-like eyes in wonder because wait, wait, wait– is the one and only controller of this world approaching him for a hug?

"I- Wait, me?" He stutters, tumbling over his words as you smile. His arms are awkwardly raised, unsure if he should hug you back.

"Yes! I met Xingqiu a while back and was wondering why you weren't with him."

"You- you were looking for me?"

"Of course I have! I've always wanted to meet you in person like this!"

As you squeeze him in your arms, you feel him go limp as his face turns red in heat.

"Oh no! His yang energy!"

[x] ABYSS AETHER

Aether knew he was damned. The minute he resolved to see through everything till the end, despite everyone thinking otherwise, he knew no one would understand why he decided to do this.

Alone, is how he decided to do this. So he sits lonely on a throne in the nave of what seems to be a dark cathedral. The walls depicting menacing murals of an era where everything went wrong. The abyss mages that normally float in worship are no where to be seen, just the way he wanted it.

Until you appeared, the little soft patter of footsteps echoing down his aisle, the heavy doors moving back to reveal your underwhelming entrance. He sees you and he wonders if he expected you to come, to blame him or get angry because how could he stray so far from his oh-so-favored sister, Lumine.

Yet, you walk up to him with a look of what seems to be sorrow.

"Are you here to blame me?" He asks and his voice echoes against cavernous walls.

"Blame you? No. . ." You reply.

"Then do you pity me?"

"Aether, I just want to understand." You confidently say, finally by the foot of his throne. He doesn't feel comfortable looking down on you like this, not you, so he stands to approach your eye level.

"Shouldn't you already understand?" He questions, curious.

"I— don't. . . I don't know everything there is to this world."

Aether frowns. Maybe because he was hoping that you of all people -mortal or god- would understand why he's doing this.

"That isn't my problem. There are bigger things for me to think about." He turns away and just before he could take the first step;

"I don't know everything about this world but if it's you– then I want to understand. I'm sure you have your reasons. I trust you more than anything."

He pauses, face in wonder, because how could you trust someone so blindly?

With an exhale and a decision made, he turns to you, "Then follow me. If you want to understand why, then stay with me."

"Okay."

[x] RAZOR

It was a classic welcome— arriving in Mondstadt, touring around the city, greeting the characters you've always wanted to meet. Despite their initial formalities and decorum, you've managed to tone down the professionalism and started to treat each other as friends.

That didn't mean they weren't very open to the idea of you meeting the less. . . civil of the bunch.

"I'd like to visit Wolvendom." You tell the small group. It's another day in the city, enjoying drinks by the taverns under the sun. Lucky for you, the Cavalry Captain and the Outrider have their time off to enjoy with you.

"Oh? Is there a reason why?" Kaeya leans back, head tilted.

"To be honest. . . I wanted to visit Razor. I'm sure you know him!"

Truth be told, you just wanted to meet a certain good wolf cub hidden in the woods. While everyone has went out of their way to meet you, Razor kept to himself in Wolvendom. Perhaps he was too intimidated by the crowds pouring into Mondstadt, or maybe he just wasn't familiar about you, but Razor was nowhere to be seen since your arrival.

". . . Razor?" Kaeya says hesitantly, "Hmm while I have no problem with you going to Wolvendom to meet him, there is another issue. . ."

"What issue?"

"The knights decided not to let you meet Razor," Amber quips in, "I mean– It's not that there's anything bad about him, it's just that he hasn't learned his manners yet. We thought it might be disrespectful if he met you so soon."

"Disrespectful?" You voice out in shock.

"Of course we know that you're not strict about that now! But I guess we never clarified the situation with Razor. . "

You huff, standing up tall with new resolve, "That's it! We're going out to find Razor and give him the biggest hug ever!"

"We are?" They echo back in unison.

"Yes we are!" You hook both your arms around theirs, dragging them out the gates of Mondstadt.

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[enbyonmandalore]

Test The Limits (Reader Insert Version)

Ghost & König x gender neutral reader (no y/n)

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling, dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, voyeurism?, characters act absolutely fucking feral, reader's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of your attitude and decides to fuck it out of you; him and König end up taking turns on you.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything about CoD MW2 aaand also my first time attempting to write a threesome. Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. I've been going wild for König lately and I'm trying to bring my thoughts to paper. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", you shouted in frustration as your face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned you down with his entire body weight, twisting your dominant hand onto your back, your other hand squashed underneath your own body. You'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", you reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of your back, letting you catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", you snapped and turned around as much as you could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling you managed to free yourself from under him, scootching away and staring daggers at him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you opened your mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in your direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let you finish your sentence. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and yanked you towards him, scraping your elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over you, his arms caging you in on either side, a knee between your legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", you said slowly and clearly, your tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on you, as if expecting an ambush. That's when you felt it. You felt him press up against you and with mere inches between your bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as you just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, you flinched.

"Stop that!", you protested.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring you and continuing to grind against your crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and you thought you saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", you gasped as he full on rutted his hips against yours. You tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating you even further, Ghost flipped you onto your stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, you managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made your entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in your head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling you to your feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

You bared your teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick you felt your bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. You refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto yours, analyzing you. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around your wrists within a split second, pushing you against the wall behind you. You were speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", you finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing you could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and your hands were quite literally tied. To say you were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to your throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked you up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", you spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking you out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but you'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", you chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that you might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed you by the neck and spun you around, slamming your chest into the wall. His hands slid down your sides, all the way to your belt. You didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare you for what would come next. Once again you were thankful he didn't see your face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down your uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping you lift your feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on your body, thumbs caressing the dips in your hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

You could almost feel his breath on your skin, that's how close he'd gotten. You skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against your ass, you could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned you back around to face him, shoving a knee between your thighs and pinning you to the wall on your tiptoes, hands above your head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had you ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly dropped you, taking two steps back. Your ass hit the cold concrete floor, your bindings snapping as you scramble to cover yourself. Reality check. You could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on your skin and turned your head in that direction so fast it almost made you dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. You heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of you in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at you still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of you.

You slowly regained your composure, still acutely aware that your lower half was exposed. What you also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. You shifted around until you were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So, to help you get it together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

You exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in your direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as your gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at you, "You talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both König and you. You hadn't known you talked in your sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while you slept. And if you weren't mistaken, you could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a kneeling position, your hands on his wrist to steady yourself. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to you. You felt his cold stare basically penetrate your skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and you complied. Ghost then moved the both of you closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Your heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

You watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of you, your back facing König. He stepped closer and you now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively you gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as you gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been your imagination, but you swore you heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited you. With one hand he lifted your chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of your head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

You answered immediately, a grin tugging at your lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing you knew, Ghost forced open your mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. You fought your gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what you found yourself capable of. You carefully started bobbing your head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working your tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down your throat. You'd never believe it if you weren't hearing it yourself, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

You swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively you licked your bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding your head back down his cock. You could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of your throat you felt the knot in your own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped your head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from you to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both you and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as you took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound your mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it your feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have you on top of him, a spiteful smirk on your face as you ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into your mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

You held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down your face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and you fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving you the chance to wipe the drool off of your face before dragging you to a large storage crate. He turned you around, his chest pressed against your back, and sat down, effectively pulling you onto him as he lay down on the crate. You watched as he removed his gloves. Your entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. You felt the blood rush between your legs and you were almost certain Ghost knew. He nudged your legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into your ear, grabbing your jaw from behind and turning your head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", you whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. You were becoming more desperate by the second, you needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost. God, it was such a pretty sight to see you so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

You gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? Standing between your open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on your thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into your skin and you whimpered once again. Ghost still held your jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what you wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with your entrance. You gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against your hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of your voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", you pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside you and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. You wanted to throw your head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so you turned your face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down your spine as Ghost whispered praise into your ear again. "Come on... Good. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from your lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread you open like nothing ever had before. No doubt you'd feel him for days. You could feel him in your guts, it was relentless, stretching you open and filling you so completely you couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard you almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", you groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered your desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- yes- Yessir!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside you over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into you, your half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Your choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt your hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on your lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to your lips and pushing past them. He was relieved you understood the objective, as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like you'd done with his cock moments before.

You arched your back as König repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as you careened towards your high.

"Greedy, are we? You gonna behave for us, hm?", Ghost teased, swiping his thumb across your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded vigorously.

Under you, Ghost tensed up as your ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped your hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting you hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

You were quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on your face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from your throat as he thrust all of himself into you. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. You saw stars as you came undone on his cock, clenching around him. You felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating your insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, your ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

You gasped in surprise when you suddenly had Ghost's hands on your waist, pushing you down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between your sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted you off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean the both of you up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", you agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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[msschemmenti]

Hi,

Would it be possible to request a Mel & OFC(don’t mind who, reader or not just that they are not together or even good friends yet) where Mel is upset/ill/injured/scared or any combination of those and no-one at abbot notices and/or cares except ofc who comforts/supports/helps etc her and shows her it’s ok to need/want and ask for help/support/comfort please? They end up much closer by the end Sorry hope that made sense. Thanks 😊

A/N : hi! thank you so much for this request. i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish. i've been doing a lot of reading, BUT here it is and i hope you enjoy it. i am finishing all (2) of my requests so feel free to send more if you'd like <3

Black Ice

pairing: melissa x reader

warnings: injury/pain

Wc: 1300

Winter in Philly. Beautiful and dangerous. Especially when you work at a neglected school with a janitor who always seems to be doing anything but his job. As soon as Melissa pulled into the parking lot, she could see the snow covering the steps of the school. The parking lot had a few cars in it, but none that looked like Mr. Johnson and she made a mental note to tell Ava about the hazard. Melissa collected her purse and made her way toward the doors when she felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her jacket. She paused at the steps and pulled the device out to check the notification. 

Barbara: Think I caught whatever cold has been tearing through the kindergarten. Taking the day. If the sub asks, you know where the plans are. Prayers xx Barb

Melissa sighed solemnly, getting ready to craft a message to reassure her friend she’d handle it. 

Melissa: I got it, feel better. Let me know if you need anything.

As soon as she hit send she moved to head up the stairs and hit a slick patch of ice. It happened far too fast for her to actually do anything, but once she was down she was down. She tried grabbing the railing but fell just short and found her back soaking wet with the ice and slush. 

“Shit.” She hissed quietly as she felt the pain spreading through her body. She took a moment to catch her breath before rolling to her knees to get up. With a steady hand on the railing she pulled herself up, dusting her back off as far as she could reach. Melissa’s eyes danced across the parking lot looking for anyone that could’ve seen and sighed at the still empty parking lot. 

The first step instantly stopped her as a spot of pain shot through her leg and up her back. She groaned as it faded as she took the weight off of her foot and gazed down at her boot-clad foot. There didn’t seem to be any physically visible marks but she could tell it was bruised somehow. But she had no time to worry about that. With squared shoulders and practiced stoicism, Melissa Schemmenti mustered all of her strength to enter the school as normally as possible. And with that strength, she planned on making it through the school day as well.

The day had gotten off to a pretty bad start for Melissa and it only seemed to be getting worse as her pain increased. Despite the throbbing radiating through her body, she made no attempts at getting help. She did her best to show no signs of damage and when she couldn’t she made sure she was alone to react. No one really seemed to notice and that was serving the redhead for the day. Without her best friend, she wasn’t expected to talk or engage as much when in the break room. For her students, she taught from her desk and if anyone needed help she had them come to her. She walked the halls alone and limited all of her normal interactions to only the necessary ones. She was cruising rather uncomfortably through the day. 

What she didn’t account for was Y/n, a newer teacher being observant. Y/n stayed to herself most days and only really spoke when spoken to but she did a lot of watching. She and Melissa really weren’t close at all, but she’d spoke to her in passing when Mrs. Howard was around. SO when the day started the first thing she realized was that Barbara Howard was not at school today. She didn’t see her car in the parking lot and her theory was further confirmed when she wasn’t standing outside of her door waiting for her students to arrive. With that realization, this prompted Y/n to locate the redhead who seemed to be bound to Mrs. Howard’s hip during the day. 

Instead of catching the older woman standing tall in her most intimidating stance like usual, there was a certain slouch to Melissa in the halls. Chalking it up to exhaustion and not having her best friend around Y/n didn’t think too hard about the change. But then there was the limping she caught her doing on her way to the bathroom. And then there was the point where she stopped to lean against the brick walls of the hall when returning from the break room. Her hands seemed to hover over her lower back as she hobbled down the nearly empty halls. Y/n had never really noticed how often she saw the redhead, but with all the changes in her behavior, she was grateful she did. Something was definitely off with Melissa Schemmenti. And knowing her, she was planning to suffer through the rest of the day in pain.

Y/n peaked her head around the threshold of Melissa’s classroom cautiously.  The redhead was sitting at her desk, leaned as far back as the chair would allow her. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in pain. She paused in fear briefly and contemplated turning back and heading to the break room with the rest of the teachers but she stilled her nerves and pushed ahead. Melissa was scary, but she was also in pain. Y/n cleared her throat quietly, rousing the older woman from her state. As Melissa’s eyes hardened, Y/n almost turned back again. She’d had a total of maybe 5 conversations with the older woman since she started and now she was standing in her classroom, uninvited. The women stared at each other silently, Melissa challenging Y/n to say something. Y/n praying this plan doesn’t backfire. Just as she was about to give up and look away, Y/n tossed a bag on Melissa’s desk.

“I’m not sure where the pain is, and I know you won’t tell me but here.” 

Melissa grumbles and doesn’t reach for the bag. Y/n merely chuckles, and reaches into the bag to pull out an ice pack. When Melissa doesn’t take the pack from her hand Y/n sits the pack on her desk and pushes it toward her. “Let me know if you need anything else. I won’t say anything to anyone else, but if the pain gets any worse please come find me.”

Melissa eyed her suspiciously, attempting to read her intentions but she found nothing but genuine concern. Before she could say anything, Y/n stopped her with a gentle smile. “It’s okay to ask for help and I know that’s easier said than done but it’s still true.” 

Melissa’s eyes softened a bit at the younger woman’s words. She gave a barely visible nod of gratitude and ducked her head toward her desk. Y/n, feeling satisfied with the conversation, headed for the door and her own classroom. Melissa watched her go quietly and couldn’t help seeing the younger woman with new eyes.

 

The next day went as any day would. Except it didn’t. Y/n pulled into the school as she normally did. Trapezing from the parking lot and into her classroom. The only difference in her routine was the plastic bag hanging from her door knob. She grabbed the bag and examined it curiously before unlocking her door and heading inside the classroom. She settled behind her desk and shook the bag hoping to figure out what it could be. With no rattle, she finally opened the bag to reveal a Tupperware container of what looked to be the most delicious pastry to ever exist. The worn red container screamed Melissa and if the scrawled instructions for return were any sign to go by, this was some sort of thank you. 

[roxygen22]

Sickfic/Hurt/Comfort Any Timothee character of your choice :)

On Edge

Summary: Lee saves eater!reader from themselves.

C/W: Suicidal ideation

One last sunset. That was your last wish. You had spent all day driving to a spot you knew had a great western view. At last, you stood on the precipice of the tallest point in the state just in time to watch the sun sink below the horizon. A slight breeze swept your hair behind you and cooled the tears on your cheeks. The air was fragrant from the wildflowers that bloomed below.

You heard a twig snap behind you. You startled and jolted, knocking rocks off the cliff's edge as you turned toward the noise. The amount of time it took to hear them hit the bottom made your resolve waiver slightly. In the dimming light, you saw a lanky figure with curly red hair emerging from the woods.

"Whoa there. I'm not going to hurt you," a tenor voice called out. He walked slowly toward you, with a slight crouch to his step and a hand held out, like he was trying to calm a scared feral kitten. "What brings you to the edge of the Earth?"

"A fitting end for reaching my limits, is it not?"

A brief flash of sadness (and was that...recognition?) flitted across his face. "My name is Lee. What's yours?"

"[Y/N]."

"Well, [Y/N], if you jump, I jump," he stated matter-of-factly.

"That's insane. You would die, too!" you exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well, I can't turn away now. I'm involved," he said flatly as he set down his pack. "But maybe you can fill me in on why we have to die today?"

You looked over your shoulder back at the sunset. "I- I just can't do it anymore. My family wants nothing to do with me. I k-keep screwing things up, so I can't stay in one place long enough to make new friends. I'm...too different."

"I know. So am I." Lee gestured to himself. "This may sound weird," he paused, "but I could smell you from miles away."

"Smell me?" you asked incredulously.

Lee nodded. "Food just doesn't cut it for you, does it? You feel a deep ache down to your core until you...feed?"

You paled. Conversations about your eating habits usually required you to flee. You stepped back reflexively and lost your footing.

"[Y/N]!" Lee screamed and lunged forward to grab your hand as you slid off the edge. You cried and screamed, clawing at the rocks with your free hand until you were able to grab his arm. He pulled you back to safety and clutched you to his chest.

You shook like a leaf in his embrace. "I- I thought I was the only one." You felt him shake his head as he rested his cheek on your hair.

"You are not alone." You heard his voice catch as if he were crying. "Let me prove it to you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you, if you'll let me."

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Masterlist

A/N: slight inspiration taken from the jumping scene of Titanic

[artemis32]

Jrksnsk Ur yandere erasermic tho!! It's so good haha. Can I ask what do you think are the ways the reader can hurt them back? Because I noticed that your version of them is rougher(? Or maybe harder? I'm sorry I'm not good w/ words) than others (and I love both versions fyi!!)

So I'm just curious what kind of actions the reader can do to kind of get to them or hit them where it hurts, whether emotionally or physically haha. Like they're so shock or hurt that they can't even punish the reader for it- and if they do they're not that focused on what they're doing.

(bsksnsks I forgot but please feel free to ignore this if you're not taking requests rn or something 😭😭💜)

subjugation drabble v

this is such a delicious thought, i will run with it

subjugation masterlist

So, to truly get to either one of these men, you really have to take some below-the-belt shots. No holding back.

If you're too kind or soft about it, they'll laugh you off as they usually do.

If you're harsh and rough about it, but not enough, they'll just end up annoyed and take it out on you.

You need to stun them to the point of silence, truly shock them.

It's not an easy feat, and if you give them any time to think over what you've done, you'll probably be in more trouble than you'd thought, but if you manage to properly get under their skin, then you've earned yourself some peace and quiet for a while.

And if you do a really good job, you might actually get them to reflect on what they've done - not that they'll ever let you go, they'll just apologise and give you a bit more leniency.

Now, let's get to it.

Verbal

We've already established that calling them perverts or anything along those lines gets them super riled up, though not in the way you want. They become physically aggressive and aren't afraid to put you in your place if they think you've gone too far.

That being said, there are a few verbal jibes that can actually get under their skin, though probably not enough to shock them to a point where they genuinely have no idea how to react.

You could pay special attention to the fact that you were their student - don't outright mention it, but subtly allude to the fact that they were your teachers, people you trusted, long before you caught their eye. That'll give them pause, if only for a moment. After all, you're right.

Their feelings towards you are already wrong on so many levels, but add to that the fact that you were their underage student when they first met you? Regardless of the fact that nothing happened while you were their student, it strikes a nerve.

They, especially Hizashi, feel queasy for a few hours after that.

The best part is they can't even punish you for saying it, because you didn't actually say anything.

Or.

The option which will probably get you the lashing of your life.

You could mention their old friend.

How you found out about Oboro, they'll probably never find out. But regardless, you know about him, and their relationship with him, and you use that to your advantage.

Mention how disappointed your friend would be if he knew that this is what you've resorted to.

They'll be in too much shock to truly retaliate.

"What would he say? If he knew that his two best friends kidnapped a girl nearly half their age because they were just that pathetic?"

You might be expecting a backhand through the face, or a hit hard enough to send you flying, but it never comes.

They just stand there, shocked and appalled by your words, not even able to punish you for tone or your words.

(I'll probably write a separate drabble for this because damn, I love the potential with this piece)

Physical

A good old fashion kick to the groin should do it.

I'm not even kidding - if one day, you reach your limit, eager for even a mere two minutes of peace and quiet, and you decide to go for the nuts - well, whoever you hit will be down for a while.

They'll probably punish you for it, but that means admitting that you managed to pull one over on them, which they won't do. And, they're both well-seasoned pro-heroes. They should know better than to fall victim to a cheap shot like that, so it's completely on them.

Same goes for any head shots that manage to knock them out.

They aren't worried about you getting away, but if you manage to sneak up behind one of them and knock them unconscious - with an object or your own hands - they probably won't punish you, because again, it's on them for not paying more attention. They take it as their own punishment for their lack of awareness.

Plus, they'll never admit it, but the teachers in them are proud of how resourceful and smart you can be when you plan things like that out. It almost warms their hearts.

To them, you're more like a playful kitten than an actual threat.

Months of isolation and inactivity have made sure that any physical advantage you may have had, had melted away. It was difficult to maintain stamina or muscle strength when you were locked up inside for most of the day, and the fact that the two of them watched you like hawks whenever they were around didn't help either.

You couldn't do that much damage to them, at least not physically.

Emotional

The cliché "when you hurt yourself, you hurt us too" is something they'd say (or at least, Hizashi would).

To be completely honest with you, emotionally manipulating the two of them is actually pretty easy.

They truthfully do feel bad about what they've put you through, but they'll never admit it. Yes, they feel bad, so some subtle emotional manipulation would work pretty well on both of them.

Some small mention of the life you used to have; of the longing you feel for what you've lost - it won't really amount to much.

But overtime, it begins to wear on them.

They know how much they've made you suffer. They know, and they feel remorseful. Not enough to grovel and beg, or let you go, but enough for it to weigh heavily on them.

If you hurt yourself to hurt them - emotionally, physically, or otherwise - well, it'll work. Probably better than you'd like it to, honestly.

Immediately after they find out, they'd be stunned, unable to muster any reaction beyond silence. It'd take them a while to process it, but they'd eventually come to terms with it. After that though, they'd hover even more than they already do. They aren’t typically the kind of people who like to coddle you, but they’ll go above and beyond to crowd your space and take up all of your time.

Hurting yourself in any way would definitely get the reaction you want.

That and, if you expressed any emotional ailments you had because of them. That in particular would hurt Shouta - he loves you, and to hear that his actions hurt you - it kills him inside. He does what he does to keep you safe and happy, so it hurts to hear first-hand that it does the opposites.

Like I said, immediately after you’ve expressed your emotional distress, Shouta in particular is the most likely to give you some space.

It’s more to give himself time to think, reflect on himself and his role in everything, but it works out well enough – you’ll get some space from him and his overwhelming presence, and he soaks in the worry and anxiety for a few days before acting on whatever he’s decided.

With Hizashi, it has the opposite effect. He won’t give you any amount of space. Unlike Shouta, who gives you some space for a few days before crowding you, Hizashi immediately overwhelms you.

Of course, in his mind, you feel this way because he hasn’t given you enough love or attention, so clearly the only way to remedy the situation is to overcompensate for what he’s missed.

To emotionally manipulate him, giving him the cold shoulder works surprisingly well. Considering this is a fully grown man, you’d think he’d be able to easily distinguish when you’re trying to manipulate him, but he doesn’t.

If you really want to add insult to injury, give Shouta all of your attention – go above and beyond with your affection. Hizashi will think he’s done something unforgivable.

Cue the begging and pleading.

Be careful with that route though – Shouta is smart enough to see through your antics, and if he sees that you’re trying to manipulate or hurt Hizashi with your games, he’ll shut it down immediately. And then you’ll have a punishment to deal with on top of the usual treatment you receive from them.

Balancing both men while simultaneously manipulating them is a difficult feat, but if you’re smart and patient, you’ll manage. And truly, the results will be worth it.

You’ll have space from the two of them, some much needed peace and quiet, and two mopey men eager for your forgiveness.

Don’t take too long to wrap it up though – their remorse and sadness will very quickly turn to irritation and anger.

After all, they’re in control. You shouldn’t get to dictate your relationship with them, especially not when they’re so generous and take care of your every need without so much as a thank you in return.

But yeah, that's how you can hurt them back.

Their reaction ranges from mild irritation to genuine shock, but no matter what you do, they won't let you go, no matter how sorry they are.

[grapenehifics]

Prisoner 224

I really loved writing Out of Sync for @fulcrum843's @topwan-obikin fest prompt, but fully intended it to be a one-shot until @somethingsteff started feeding me ideas and, well, I'm limited on free time right now so this is still only a ficlet but I couldn't help myself.

If you don't know the fic, the Council finds out about Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship and they quit the Order. Anakin punches Palpatine when he insults Obi-Wan and gets sent to jail, and Obi-Wan hurries to hit the Chancellor as well so they can stay together. This also fulfills @ficwip's Hey Sweetheart challenge!

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“Where are we going?” Anakin demanded. His hands were bound at the wrists in front of him, which didn’t make him look very threatening, but he gave his best glare to the backs of the heads of the troopers escorting him down the hall anyway.

Neither the troopers ahead of him nor the two at his back answered him. Their little group just kept marching along.

“I demand to know where you’re taking me,” Anakin tried, not pausing in his forward march but flexing his fingertips in preparation. He didn’t want to use the Force against them – besides the fact that they were probably just acting on orders from someone higher up the prison management chain of command, he was also pretty sure even something mild like knocking four guards out for a few hours would get his sentence extended and that was the opposite of what he wanted considering Obi-Wan was already slated to get out weeks before he did – but he also was not planning on taking a move to another cell block without putting up some sort of a fight.

He and Obi-Wan were kept apart for most of the day – Anakin in his cell and Obi-Wan in his – but because they were part of the same cell block, they were allowed to take both their exercise hour and their meal break together, Anakin holding Obi-Wan’s hand clasped in his as they jogged around the exercise track in their prison-issued tracksuits and rubbing elbows as they sat side-by-side with their dinner trays (and this only because they’d been told off for trying to sit on each other’s laps instead). But it was still a far sight better than not getting to see him at all, and Anakin hadn’t even done anything wrong (lately) and so really didn’t deserve to be punished like this.

“I want to go back to my cell,” he said.

“One of my batchmates is serving under Commander Cody in the 212th,” the trooper behind Anakin on his right said through his helmet vocoder. “CT-3812.”

“Sure. Punch, right?” Anakin said easily. “Yeah, I know him. But what has that got to do with anything?”

“That’s him,” the trooper agreed. None of the prison guards had ever told Anakin their names, just their badge numbers, although not for lack of asking. This one was one of the supervisors. Some of the younger guys were so green they had five-digit designations. “He’s met General Kenobi a few times.”

“Cool. So have I,” Anakin nearly growled. “That’s who I’m trying to get back to. So if you could just put me back in my cell, that’d be great. Or at least tell me what I’ve done.”

“Punch tells me he’s a real stand-up guy,” the trooper continued, as if Anakin hadn’t spoken. “Always makes sure his men have enough to eat. Doesn’t take unnecessary risks. That sort of thing.”

They rounded a corner. Anakin was starting to get desperate. “Just tell me where we’re going,” he practically begged. “I can call in a couple of favors and get myself reassigned back to Obi-Wan’s floor”-

“Punch also said,” the trooper on Anakin’s right said, so loudly he was almost shouting in Anakin’s ear, “that one time you and your troops joined up with their battalion, you threw yourself in front of a blazer bomb. Saved the lives of fifteen men.”

Anakin had done that enough times that that didn’t really narrow it down for him. “Which campaign?” he asked, but the trooper ignored him yet again, which seemed rude, considering he’d started the conversation in the first place.

A commlink chirped – Anakin instinctively looked to his own belt before remembering he didn’t wear one anymore – and one of the troopers at the front of their procession answered it.

“We’re ready for you, Sergeant,” the voice on the other end said.

“Copy,” the man said, replacing the device on his belt.

“Well, I’m not ready,” Anakin said, and he stopped walking. The troopers at his back nearly ran into him. “I’m not going any further without an explanation. If you can’t give me that, then you can just put me back in my cell, because” –

“We do regular maintenance, on all the cells,” one of the troopers injected, talking over the tail end of Anakin’s sentence. “Routine cleaning, things like that. Check that the water pipes are functioning properly, do a little light dusting…”

“I don’t care if my cell is clean or not,” Anakin hissed. “You can skip mine for the next five months if you want. Or let me do it myself. Is that the problem? Just give me the tools and leave me alone. If you’re worried I’m going to break out, I promise I won’t. As long as you’ve got Obi-Wan here I’m, like, the opposite of a flight risk.”

“It might take, say, three hours to finish the whole floor, wouldn’t you say?” the trooper on Anakin’s left asked the trooper on Anakin’s right.

“Maybe as many as four,” he responded.

“And we do these sorts of rounds every other week,” the first one continued.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Anakin demanded.

“If you’d just wait right in here, Prisoner 224,” the trooper who was friends with Punch said, and nudged Anakin in the back with the butt of his rifle.

“I told you; I’m not going. And you’re bluffing. You won’t shoot me.”

“That’s true,” the trooper admitted. “I’m not. What I am going to do is count to thirty, and by the time I get to the end, you’re going to decide to go, all on your own.”

“Ha,” Anakin said. “Like hell I am. What on earth do you think would make me” –

“Here we are, sir,” another of the troopers said, and he punched the button to release the door guard in front of one of the cells. He was wearing a bucket, but he somehow seemed to be able to stare straight into Anakin’s eyes anyway. “Four hours, every other week,” he repeated slowly, enunciating very clearly.

“I don’t care how clean it is,” Anakin insisted, just as he was very unceremoniously shoved forward into the new cell he absolutely did not want to be in –

“Oh. Hello, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan said, sitting up from where he’d been lying on his back across his bunk, his arms crossed behind his head. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“What” – Anakin stammered as the door guard slammed down behind him, locking him in. Locking him into Obi-Wan’s cell. With Obi-Wan.

Anakin opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. The binders around his wrists unlocked and fell to the floor with a clatter. “Send Punch my regards,” he said, without turning his head. He and Obi-Wan hadn’t stopped staring into one another’s eyes from the moment they’d faced one another. Obi-Wan grinned. Anakin grinned back.

“Will do, sir,” his friend said jovially, but Anakin missed hearing him as he launched himself at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan, laughing, caught him and lowered him down onto his bunk.

“Did I just hear you say something about four hours?” Obi-Wan asked mischievously, one eyebrow raising into a verbal question mark.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan did.

[ccycloneblogging]

I keep forgetting to ask my questions now is the present I guess-

Well 1, love your work! This AU is so cute and full of potential trauma it makes my mind flow with ideas... one of them being REALLY trauma heavy that has me in a vice grip rn...

So anyways- your post where you showed how in your AU catnap removed dogdays legs... were the murders of the hour in the same way? Because I just- Imagining Catnap dropping an anvil on some poor soul and them getting crushed slowly after the initial impact while catnap watches in apathy- has not left my mind. It's just Saw death traps at that point.

And about the whole "Going back to the cartoon" thing catnap wanted... would that not be suicide? A fully fledged, free thinking being going back to being with a world bound by a script and it's existence only continues if it's makers wish for it seem like killing yourself with extra steps. Again- this Au has so much Trauma potential I just HMMMMMMMMMMM-

And Oc's... well who do you want to hear about? I got a few lying around... well only 2 poppy playtime ones at the moment (and like one is kinda hard coded for another AU)... not to mention all the ones I have not drawn up yet that lie within my mind.

I would not mind another reason for William posting- but I'll let you choose!

Thanks, man! :D

You have no idea how much I've had to edit the scripts and drawings I make for the blog, because I go too dark too quickly for this toon AU.

I'm gonna go on a long ramble. Bear with me.

Like - there's this one script I still need to rewrite. But the premise is that Angel and DogDay are in Home Sweet Home, striking up a conversation - though Angel is injured.

Angel: ...Do you ever just... Stop? *[Angel eyes DD, as DD is in the process of sniffing like an actual dog, walking along the walls]* DD: What do you mean? *[He pauses to look at them, his tail wagging]* Angel: This. *[They gesture to his whole self, which causes him to finally fall on to the ground with a yip]* Angel: We're being hunted by a monster, close to death, and you're acting all... *Looney*. DD: That's what I do, Angel. I was brought here to make people feel happy. Safe. *[His tail begins to wag again as he makes his way to Angel]* Angel: Great. *[Unamused]* At least we'll die laughing. DD: You know, laughter is stronger than you'd think. *[A little "Uh-huh" from Angel.]* No matter how bad things get, you just have to laugh! Even if you feel like you've lost all hope, unsure about tomorrow... Not knowing what you did wrong, wondering how the world collapsed around you... *[DD grabs on to an ear, his smile turning more upsetting. The background getting darker. Maybe emphasize some of the in game model]* DD: Knowing that deep down, it's your fault for their deaths and already missing your chains because you deserve them --- *[He immediately switches back, sunshine and smiles]* DD: A laugh can chase away the gloom! Angel: *[Disturbed]* ...You want to talk about it, Pup?

So, they're all thoroughly traumatized, that's for sure!

I plan on drawing a comic that takes place during the Hour Of Joy, but yes. CatNap has killed some humans with falling anvils, endless pits, trapping them in repeating hallways until they go insane. Humans cannot survive the same punishment a toon takes, you know. >u>

But you know, he's not entirely heartless. Just angy. A poor lil meow meow

Oh, it's just CatNap being unable to cope, being ripped out of his comfort zone and never being able to adjust with the horrible things going on in Playcare. Though the Critters in this AU are not the same as the In-Game Bigger Bodies, there's still been human experiments. CatNap would much rather take scripts and limited freedom over what he was given... You are right though. That is one of the themes I wanted to try and hit with him. Especially if I follow through with an ending of Angel adopting the Critters. Then the aftermath of the trauma can really sink in.

My man, pal, friend.

I love OCs. The floor is yours. Send 'em in!

[royaltyoon]

JOHAN SEONG X READER

Hateful confessions

[A/N]

Ik I'm supposed to have deactivated this blog but I really couldn't get myself to. This isn't a promise that I'll come back but I really really missed lookism and my favorite boy. And definitely my mutuals who i apologise to, for not keeping in touch :( it's so overwhelming to post on here after like a whole year

Tw: mentions of blood/injury

"you're hurt"

"i know" he said, looking nowhere in particular

"you're bleeding." It was more of an observation rather than a statement.

"what makes you think that I wouldn't know." He said looking straight at you with both brows furrowed. "You think I would willingly come to you if I had no work for you?" He said matter-of-factly.

"you're being a bitch, Johan." You rolled your eyes, what an insufferable dumbass, you crossed your hands looking at him accusingly. "I learnt from the best." He quiped. "Are you finally admitting that I have an influence over you?" You scoff, pushing back your shoulders in pride.

He paused for a second and then sighed "you annoy me." He said shaking his head. "Well you are always free to go ask other people for help." You shrug, obviously not meaning it but that's just the way you two converse.

"if there was anyone willing to patch me up for free, trust me, i would." He said walking past you, flicking you slightly on the forehead. "I don't believe that even a little." You point at a stool indicating for him to take a seat.

"What makes you think you're that important for me to not replace you?" He huffs while taking a seat.

"take your shirt off." You order, ignoring his question. He tilts his head up to look at you for a little more than a second. "What if I say no." You couldn't believe the audacity of this dude.

"Die of blood loss then, I don't care." You spat, crossing your hands yet again. He's really testing the limits of how patient one can be. "I don't believe that even a little." He said using your words against you while using a tone which only made you want to create more damage than repair to him.

"what reason could there possibly be that I won't let you die for being so insufferable right now?" He only shrugs at it, "the same reason you think I wouldn't replace you with someone else." You knew he was aiming in the dark and yet he hit Bullseye.

Through gritted teeth and the most sarcastic voice you could manage to bring out , " Please take your shirt off, your highness." Words left your mouth sounding like venom but he smiled as if poison has no effect on him.

He just huffed a satisfied response while zipping down his jumper. You inhale sharply "How can you act like a total piece of shit with an injury like that. Do you have a death wish? A little more time spent and you'd have actually bled to death." You said looking at the narly gash at the side of his abdomen.

"Is that concern i suspect in your voice?" He asks halfheartedly. "Johan, if your life is in my hands you know that I can make it worse right?" You glare at him but let it slide, kneeling down in front of him paying more attention to the injury than the man who has it.

You feel his gaze on you. "What?" You asked still tending to the injury. He shakes his head looking away. "I liked you better in the beginning when you didn't say much. You talk a lot now. It's annoying" He said it in a monotonous voice, absolutely expressionless. For that, you not so discreetly pushed a little too hard on his cut, causing him to grunt.

"you did that on purpose, didn't you?" He hisses. Of course you did. "i have no idea what you're talking about" you just smiled at him. "I prefer you back in the beginning too, i thought the worst you could do is death glares but then you opened your mouth and that was a whole 'nother type of hell." He chuckles at that, throwing his head back slightly. You notice a small cut of his forehead.

"I would normally not take it nicely if anyone else said something like that, you were always so full of yourself. I wonder why I don't feel the need to be angry at it with you." He said a little in thought. Making an observation on himself. "Don't get too comfortable" you raised one side of your lip into a smirk. "I can be a whole lot annoying. Stick around more and you'll find out." You say finally patching up the cut on his side. It was not as bad as it looked. "I plan on it." He mumbles but he speaks before you can make sense of it.

"i can be a whole lot more insufferable" he said challengingly. At times it feels like everything with him is a competition. At that you just shake your head slightly, reaching to push his hair back.

He flinches and moves a little back, catching your wrist before you could reach his hair. "what are you doing?" He says looking at you, now slightly closer than before.

"You have a cut on your forehead." He looked at you for a few seconds before turning his eyes elsewhere and dropping his hand down. He refused to meet your eyes after that. You bend a little to get a better view on the cut. It didn't go unnoticed by you the way he was clenching his jaw. He never really liked anyone breaching his personal space, that was the only conclusion you came to.

"Have you not gone for a hair cut recently?" He knew you were secretly asking if he visited his mom. "No." The answer came a little too quickly. "You should go get one. I know how important a haircut is for you." You angled his face to look at yours.

It was quiet for a few seconds. He looked at your eyes, holding your gaze "I hate how you know so much about me. And I hate myself that I don't regret telling it to you." You smiled, it was genuine this time. You turned to keep the first aid box on the table. "I could say the same."

A voice of the stool against the floor was heard, indicating he stood up. "I hate a lot of things." He said taking a step towards you. "I hate how I have to ask you for help." Another step. " I don't min- "I hate that sometimes during a fight I let a few punches hit me because it means I get to come here. " Another step closer.

"I hate that I want to hear you speak, I want you to annoy me. I hate that I don't feel like hating you. I hate that I can't get rid of you, I hate that I don't want to get rid of you." He was just a few inches away from you.

"i hate that I used to consider you a friend. Now I hate that you're just a friend." His index finger reaches your chin pushing it up to look at him. "I want to say I hate you, but I can't and I hate myself for that." His hand slid under your ear. "And I will probably hate myself more after this." And his lips landed on yours.

It took you a second to register it all before you reciprocated the action, pulling him closer by his shirt. He moaned against your lips as a reaction and slightly pushed you against the table, leaning against it.

"God, how much I hate that I let myself not hate you."

"just because you don't hate me anymore doesn't mean I don't hate you. I do." You tried hiding your red face behind the facade of hating him.

Johan just scoffed, "I don't believe that even a little."

[trivialbob]

TVs get larger and have more features as their prices drop. Cars today are substantially more reliable and safe than those from when I was a teenager. People live longer due to advances in medicine.

I'm an optimist. Life gets better.

When Amazon first arrived I was excited. I bundled my orders to avoid a shipping charge. Amazon didn't collect sales tax in those days. Then I got Prime. It's has a hefty annual fee, but it comes with the TV streaming and free shipping.

My adult kids have credit cards on file on my Prime account so they can take advantage of the free shipping and not pay the annual Prime fee. I can also treat myself to some free stuff by using their cards (kidding). Now that Netflix has stopped us from sharing accounts, I figure it's just a matter of time before Prime does that too.

Lately when I open Prime streaming there are commercials. Mostly they are for shows but this morning saw one for Maybelline eye makeup. I have to hit the Back button to get on to the main screen. It's easy to move along. But that extra new step annoys me.

This week I got an email from Amazon telling me there will be limited commercials on Prime streaming starting January 29.

This will allow us to continue investing in compelling content and keep increasing that investment over a long period of time.

It made me think of the surcharges some restaurants now add to the bill. 6% for healthcare. 18% for fair wages. 2% for clean silverware! Any place with the tablet that swivels asks me to tip 20, 22, or 25% to the teenager who put two doughnuts into a wax bag. Recently I purchased something with a lifetime warranty. The salesman offered to sell me an extended warranty. None of these things make my shopping or dining experiences more enjoyable.

Amazon politely notes that I will have the option to pay a $2.99 monthly premium to avoid commercials. I'll probably put up with commercials. Paying more to Amazon doesn't sit well with me.

So it will be like the old days. Instead of using the pause button when I want to get a drink or snack I'll do that during the commercials like it's 1988, when I still had hair and a 75 pound television set.

Another thing about Amazon Prime: It is starting to feel like Temu. If I'm looking for some product that isn't necessarily under a particular name brand I see multiple items with the same picture but different company names. Gogoku, Calicob, Miaozuhn.

I can take my chance on lower priced things that might be crap, like some USB charging cables I bought that added hours to the time it took to charge my phone. There was probably a single strand of thin wire inside the rubber coating, that's my guess. Oh why did I trust you, AAguuds?

As much as I use online sellers I do like to shop local and support nearby stores. Amazon has begun to make that choice even easier.

[luxrayblues]

Hello! Could you do a Raihan x Reader where Raihan and the reader have a disagreement/argument and Raihan accidentally said something that hurts the reader's feelings, but he later apologizes?

I hope you like it!

Raihan x reader - Stung (SFW)

It had started as a normal conversation. You wanted Raihan to pause his training to battle Leon again for one day. Your birthday. You explained to him that you wanted to spend the day with him and would appreciate his full focus. Of course it had turned into a spat. You knew it was important to him to beat Leon, but he had been obsessing lately and you could both use a break from it.

You couldn't believe it as the words left hit mouth. You bite your bottom lip, hot tears stinging your eyes and you can feel the frustration warming your cheeks. He was a hot-head and it had really come through with his harsh words this time. Covering your mouth, you shake your head. "Fine! Shut me out, Raihan!" You shout back at him. He hadn't meant to say that you have no passion. He didn't mean that, but it had slipped out. He got so heated talking about his rival that he just couldn't help it, his dragon rage flaring in his chest and he couldn't even come down in the moment to realize what he had done until you were already out the door. Covering your face, you move to lean against a wall, closing yours eyes to cry softly, letting it all out. You were so upset that he couldn't see from your side on this. You didn't think you were asking for too much, but after that you were wondering if you had been the one in the wrong. "No passion? ... Fuck... " You were heartbroken, your sobs sounding rather pathetic to anyone who could hear them, though you were left alone to your thoughts. It was hours before you had been ready to return, having gotten it out of your system and being resigned to being hurt, understanding that you would not have your way this time. You didn't expect to see Raihan stand up in a hurry with a bundle of flowers. He had a sad, desperate sort of look on his face.

"I fucked up." He says simply, moving toward you. You were inclined to tell him to leave you alone but something about that expression he had made you hesitate.

"I know I did and I'm sorry... I just got so caught up in my own head." He begins to reach his free hand toward you, wanting to touch your arm. It had been hours and yet your eyes still stung from having dried out after you'd cried all you could cry.

You started to pull away, but relented and allowed him to hold onto your arm. "We're going to take a break for the whole week. You're right.. we're burning ourselves out like this and... I think the fact I snapped at you. YOU. I know that I'm at my limit right now... can you forgive me, Y/N? I'm going to make it up to you." Letting out a soft sigh, the tension in your chest released almost immediately. "You really hurt me today, Raihan. But that doesn't mean I can't forgive you." You take his hand in yours, squeezing slightly. "I support you and I always will."

He smiles at that, clearly having been afraid that you weren't going to accept that he was going to try.

"I know you just want me to be healthy and happy. I want to get there with you." He pulls you in for a tight hug and you reach around him, gripping at his jacket. Relationships were tough, but you wouldn't want to battle your way through life with anyone else.

[apothygrossest]

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Your commissions are so cheap! I'm currently using a lower pricing to scope out the interest in my work- In future I'd hope to bump up the prices though. Also… The economy.

Why don't you want to be paid per piece? I don't feel getting paid per piece would properly represent the amount of work I put into a given artwork. Even bad art takes time and effort, so I would rather be compensated for my time than be paid per piece.

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[average-giant-kissing-enjoyer]

G/t July #19: Trickster

"Welcome, Mr. Nilsson. You may open your eyes now."

Giles Nilsson blinked deliriously at the sudden bright light and the sterile white of this holding cell. He was seated in a chair, a white chair, at a table which was also white, and he wore a pitch black suit that he knew he didn't own. Across from him sat a stranger in white, the man who had addressed him a moment ago. This had to be some kind of weird dream. How did he get here?

"You may be wondering where you are right now," said the stranger in a calming baritone. "Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to say. Anyway it doesn't matter. You are here because I have a choice to present to you. Once you have made this choice, you are free to go."

The stranger pulled out a small black box and placed it on the center of the table. On the top of the box was an enormous round red button.

Nilsson perked up suddenly. "Hold on, I know this one. It's one of those sadistic choices where I have to push the button or die. Who are you again?"

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself," said the stranger. "I am Loki."

"Uh, like the norse god?"

"Exactly," he said. "I am he."

"You're a god."

Loki nodded. "Yes. The gods are real. All of them. All of them except for Set."

Nilsson was sure he was being pranked. "Wait, why Set?"

"It's obvious," Loki replied. "I don't think I need to explain it."

"But all the other Egyptian gods are real?" Nilsson asked.

The god rolled his eyes. "It feels like we're straying from the topic a little. Mr. Nilsson, I have brought you here as I have brought many others because there is a choice you need to make - a choice that will determine the course of the rest of your life."

"But all choices determine the course of the rest of my life," said Nilsson.

"Shut up. Wouldn't you like to know the choice?"

Nilsson thought for a long moment and then nodded. "But if you're going to offer me money on the condition I kill people or something then the answer is no."

That answer seemed to please Loki, who smiled slyly. "Nothing quite so obvious. See, you humans are always so concerned with morality and feelings. Far too few of you are easily tempted to murder, even for millions of dollars."

"Then what happens when I press the button?"

"Patience, Mr. Nilsson," Loki said, waving one hand casually in the air. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk. And - "

Tap. Giles Nilsson had already pressed the button.

Loki paused with his hand still in the air. "What are you doing?"

Nilsson shrugged. "You said the terms. I pushed the button. Can I go now?"

"I don't think you understand, young man," said Loki, a look of confusion crossing his face. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk a little. For real. I am going to take inches off your height. I am a god and I can do that."

"Neat," said Nilsson, pressing the button again. Tap.

"Stop that! I haven't even explained the other part of your sadistic choice."

Nilsson froze. Somehow he had forgotten that. What if someone had to die because of him? He'd pressed it twice! Were two people already dead? "Oh god, what's the bad thing that happens?" he said, his voice flat.

"That is the bad thing!" Loki growled, grabbing at his hair in frustration. "I'm going to shrink you, but…"

Tap.

"Mr. Nilsson, I don't think you understand. Your choices are cumulative. For every time you press the button, I shrink you more."

Tap.

Loki yanked the box back out of his reach. "Okay, you have to wait until I finish talking. For every time you press the button, I take an inch of your height in exchange for cash. The more you press, the smaller you get, but the more money you make. The pot starts at 1 dollar and doubles every time you hit the button."

"But then I shrink," said Nilsson.

"Then you shrink," Loki repeated.

"Okay, so what's the limit? How many times can I push the button?"

The god looked genuinely unsure. "Nobody's ever pressed it more than… wait, that's none of your business."

Nilsson took advantage of his brief confusion to reach across the table and wrest the box out of his grip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Why isn't this thing working? I haven't shrunk at all!" Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just as quickly, Loki grabbed the box right back. "You get shrunk all at once at the end of this. I don't think you realize. This is permanent. You'll be tiny forever!"

"Give me that!" Nilsson cried, diving over the table and tackling Loki to the ground. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Well I hope you like being a little guy!" Loki roared. "I lied about the money! I am the trickster god. You've fallen into my trap! You are - "

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Loki pushed Nilsson off him and stood, while the man kept tapping the button. "That's it, I quit. Humans are weird. You're sick. I'm done trying to trick you people. STOP PRESSING THAT BUTTON"

[enbyonmandalore]

Test The Limits

Ghost & König x OC Heaven St. John

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling (ex. "good boy"), dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, characters act absolutely fucking feral, OC's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of 141's new airstrike operator's attitude and decides to fuck it out of them; him and König end up taking turns.

A/N: You can find the reader insert version of this fic by searching "test the limits" on my blog! Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", Heaven shouted in frustration as their face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned them down with his entire body weight, twisting their dominant left hand onto their back, their right hand squashed underneath their own body. They'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", they reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of their back, letting them catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", Heaven snapped and turned around as much as they could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling they managed to free themselves from under him, staring daggers at him. Propping themselves up on an elbow, Heaven opened their mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in their direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let Heaven finish their sentence. Instead he grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them towards him, scraping their elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over them, his arms caging them in on either side, a knee between their legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", Heaven said slowly and clearly, their tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on them, as if expecting an ambush. That's when they felt it. They felt him press up against them and with mere inches between their bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as Heaven just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, they flinched.

"Stop that!", they hissed.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring them and continuing to grind against their crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and Heaven thought they saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", they gasped as he full on rutted his hips against theirs. Heaven tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating them even further, Ghost flipped them onto their stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, they managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made their entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in their head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling Heaven to their feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

Heaven St. John bared their teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick they felt their bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. Heaven refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto theirs, analyzing them. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around their wrists within a split second, pushing them against the wall behind them. Heaven was speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", they finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing they could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and their hands were quite literally tied. To say they were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to their throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked them up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", they spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking them out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but they'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", Heaven chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that they might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed them by the neck and spun them around, slamming their chest into the wall. His hands slid down their sides, all the way to their belt. Heaven didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare them for what would come next. Once again they were thankful he didn't see their face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down Heaven's uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping them lift their feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on their body, thumbs caressing the dips in their hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

They could almost feel his breath on their skin, that's how close he'd gotten. Their skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against their ass, they could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned them back around to face him, shoving a knee between their thighs and pinning them to the wall on their tiptoes, hands above their head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had they ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught them off guard when he suddenly dropped them, taking two steps back. Their ass hit the cold concrete floor, the bindings snapping as they scrambled to cover themselves. Reality check. Heaven could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on their skin and turned their head in that direction so fast it almost made them dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. Heaven heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of them in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at Heaven still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of them.

Heaven slowly regained their composure, still acutely aware that their lower half was exposed. What they also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. They shifted around untilthey were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So to help you get t together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

They exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in Heaven's direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as their gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at Heaven, "Satan, you talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both them and König. Satan hadn't known they talked in their sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while they slept. And if they weren't mistaken, they could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed Satan by the collar, pulling them into a kneeling position, their hands on his wrist to steady themselves. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to Satan. They felt his cold stare basically penetrate their skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and they complied. Ghost then moved the both of them closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Satan's heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

They watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of them, their back facing König. He stepped closer and they now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively they gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as they gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been their imagination, but they swore they heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited them. With one hand he lifted Satan's chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of their head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

Satan answered immediately, a grin tugging at their lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing they knew, Ghost forced open their mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. Satan fought their gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what they found themselves capable of. They carefully started bobbing their head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working their tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down their throat. They'd never believe it if they weren't hearing it themselves, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of their mouth, allowing them to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

They swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively they licked their bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding their head back down his cock. Satan could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of their throat they felt the knot in their own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped their head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from Satan to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both Satan and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as they took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound their mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it would feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have Satan on top of him, a spiteful smirk on their face as they ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of their hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into their mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

Satan held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down their face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down their throat. Fighting the urge to gag, they swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and Satan fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving them the chance to wipe the drool off their face before dragging them to a large storage crate. He turned them around, his chest pressed against their back, and sat down, effectively pulling them onto him as he lay down on the crate. Satan watched as he removed his gloves. Their entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. They felt the blood rush between their legs and they were certain Ghost knew. He nudged their legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into their ear, grabbing their jaw from behind and turning their head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", Satan whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. They were becoming more desperate by the second, they needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost and Satan. God, it was such a pretty sight to see them so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

Satan gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? There was a height difference of half a meter between them and König after all. Standing between their open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on their thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into their skin and Satan whimpered once again. Ghost still held their jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what they wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with their entrance. Satan gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against their hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of their voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", they pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside them and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. Satan wanted to throw their head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so they turned their face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down their spine as Ghost whispered praise into their ear again. "Come on... Good boy. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from their lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread them open like nothing ever had before. No doubt they'd feel him for days. They could feel König's dick in their guts, it was relentless, stretching them open and filling them so completely they couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard Satan almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", they groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered their desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- Yes!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside Satan over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into Satan, their half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Heaven's choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt Satan's hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on their lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to their lips and pushing past them. He was relieved they understood the objective, as they swirled their tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like they'd done with his cock moments before.

Satan arched their back as König repeatedly hit their sweet spot. They cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as they careened towards their high.

Under them, Ghost tensed up as their ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped their hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting them hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

Satan was quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on their face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from their throat as he thrust all of himself into them. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. Heaven saw stars as they came undone on his cock, clenching around him. They felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating their insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, their ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

Heaven gasped in surprise when they suddenly had Ghost's hands on their waist, pushing them down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between their sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted Heaven off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean them both up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", Satan agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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[kaepop-trash]

Johnny+ "On Friday" for your now event please

Very late but can we just give me a free pass? I love you all.

This reminded me of one of my favourite movies, "His Girl Friday" so it is kind of inspired by that. Re-watched it thanks to this ask and I can see where the roots of my dialogue style lie.

Edit: About a week into writing this, I realised that this was probably a mean girl reference Sorry it's too late now. For what it's worth, I think Johnny would be the ideal candidate for high school mean girl.

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Exes to Lovers Trope, Politics au

Summary: There were many things you let go of during a low point in your life. To live with that loss, you have pretty much convinced yourself that it was never meant to be. But when two of those show up in a package, you have to consider if one of those is worth the risk of the other. Alternatively, Johnny tests the limits of his convincing personality.

WC: 2.6

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"Where are you going?" Paul pulled the phone receiver away from his ear, giving Johnny an incredulous look. "We have to prepare for the morning show tomorrow." He pointed at a pile of papers that probably meant something to him.

"We can do it later. I have an important meeting." Johnny spoke as he donned his outerwear.

"With who?" He asked.

"Whom." Johnny wrapped his scarf around his neck.

"Senator." Paul was exasperated, tired of the burden of his position. And because he was up since 3am trying to book a slot on local tv.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Johnny slid his coat on.

For a moment, Paul said nothing. There was a deceptive silence that settled between them before a crackle sounded. Whoever was on the phone asked Paul if he was still there. He answered a brisk no before hanging up and walking towards Johnny.

"Your ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Paul questioned like there was anybody else.

"One and the same." Johnny finally slipped on his gloves, giving Paul a pursed smile, already uncomfortable.

"John." Paul tried to reason but Johnny shot him an impatient look.

"This wasn't supposed to be a negotiation. I'm going to be late." His words were curt, making his campaign manager take a step back.

"Just let me know when you'll be back." Paul sighed, dragging himself back to the phones.

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Johnny walked into his old favourite diner, breathing out a sigh of relief once the warm heated air inside hit him. He squinted and browsed the joint, empty enough that he spotted (Y/N) easily. She was busy typing something into her phone while a cup of coffee steamed in front of her.

Johnny removed the hands in his coat and the growing smile on his face, stopping in front of her booth while he unwrapped his scarf.

“Ordered anything yet?” He questioned.

“I want chicken and waffles.” She answered while continuing to draft what he could now see was an email.

“Alright.” Johnny nodded, turning to spot the waiter and beckon him. After catching the boy’s eye, Johnny slid into the booth and seated himself. Only after that did (Y/N) look at him.

“How’s the campaign going?” She asked, lips pursed with impersonal neutrality.

“Fine.” Johnny answered absent-mindedly.

“Fine?” She winced, “Is that why you flew me down here?” She scoffed with a kind of haughty arrogance that would have amused him had she not been right.

“In a manner of speaking.” Johnny avoided her gaze, turning to the approaching waiter.

“Long time no see.” The boy smiled at (Y/N) before turning to Johnny. “The usual?” He questioned. 

“Yes,” Johnny smiled back, “For both of us.” The boy wrote down the order and made his way towards the kitchen.

There was a momentary pause when Johnny sneaked a look at her. Brows gathered, she was grinding her teeth— deep in thought.

“You know what your problem areas are?” She finally spoke after breaking out from her thoughts. Johnny couldn’t stop his emerging smile, feeling hopeful for the first time in months.

He put his hands under his chin, smile lingering on his face as he asked, “Why don’t you tell me.”

“Your campaign manager is an idiot with no people skills. Smart on paper, but he doesn't understand the reality of campaigning to people." She waved the coffee stirrer in her hand like she was conducting a symphony.

"I thought smart on paper would balance me out." Johnny shrugged. "Worked well with you, didn't it?" He rested his cheek in his palm, "A little too well." His eyes gleamed, spreading over his tired features when her cheeks burner red.

"You still need someone to meet you halfway." She clicked her tongue, looking away from him to keep her reins in.

Johnny crossed his arms, sitting back and humming.

"You should have started your campaign in the rural areas since the city was already in the bag." She added like she was recalling the things off the top of her head. "You’ve always been good with improvised speeches so I don’t know why you waste time giving stiffly delivered soundbites on cable shows nobody watches anymore."

Johnny couldn't help his growing smile. She was clearly angry. There was the matter that his early run at catching eyes before the campaign cycle began was disastrous enough to warrant that anger. But Johnny didn't care when it was about to give him what he really wanted when he kept saying yes to morning shows.

You need to fire your campaign manager and hire somebody else immediately.” She finished just in time for their food to arrive.

Johnny didn’t say anything for long enough that she frowned, giving him an impatient look.

“Why are you smiling?” She asked.

“You made a list.” He bit his inner cheek this time.

She looked at him incredulously, “I’m telling you that you’ll lose and that’s what you say?”

Johnny nodded, “I’m not going to lose.” There was utter confidence in his tone. Before she could ask, Johnny spoke up again, “Not when you prepared a pitch to be his replacement.” He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. The twitch of his lips was impossible to hide, something warm and familiar blooming in his chest.

Her forehead creased more than before, confusion mixing with flushed embarrassment.

“No.” She scoffed. "That's not what this is."

"Is it not?" His voice raised, looking relaxed.

"No. I just can't watch you in those awkward interviews where they ask you if you'll get a dog first or a wife." Her forehead creased with so much disgust that Johnny couldn't help but laugh.

"This isn't a fucking joke." She snapped before composing herself.

"I think the dog needs to come first." He kept it up.

"Or you could just get a little lap bitch and call her your wife." She mumbled.

The statement leeched the light hearted mood Johnny had tried to play up. His eyes lost it's glimmering smile, lips curling down, looking on the edge of anger. She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to feign ignorance.

"Of course I can't be your campaign manager. The optics would ruin you if people caught on." She looked away from him, suddenly detached. Yet she changed the topic swiftly.

"Caught on to what?" He questioned, almost amused at how she was avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Johnny." She sighed, sounding ready to reason.

"How's it going with being a press correspondence? I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that you work for the news.

She couldn't help her ensuing smile, acknowledging the irony of it. "It's nice actually. Something therapeutic about condemning politics without being at the center of it."

"Don't you miss it?"

"No." She spoke to soon.

Johnny smiled with a shake of his head. "Liar."

From late nights of exhausting crying to quick texts in the middle of the workday mocking their respective senators. Johnny had been the wall that had made it bearable to be backed into the corner by her career all those years ago.

"My job was thankless and tiring, and my boss was an absolute tyrant." She reminded him of it like he wasn't the person who knew that better than everyone.

"Do you miss it?" He asked again, unwavering in his belief.

She ground her teeth together, a habit Johnny hated above all else.

"Yes," She answered after giving in to the truth.

"Come back." His voice turned taut and he had to clear his throat to avoid the infiltration of sentiment.

"It's a terrible idea, Johnny." She sighed, a lot more regrettable this time. "You deserve to win and signing me on will just give the press the narrative they were looking for." She looked down at her plate to avoid his unfettered attention.

"Fuck them." He dismissed.

She looked up prepared to give more excuses.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? My image is too clean to hit the national cycle." He pursed his lips, eyes suddenly gleaming with some thought. "If they'll talk, we'll use it. Let's make headlines together, baby."

(Y/N) felt like someone punched her lungs from inside her stomach. While she tried her best to remain looking unaffected, she distantly wondered if it was worth the trouble when the man in front of her knew her too well— much to her horror.

"It won't be enough if that's what you're hoping for. It will be like petty gossip for the reporters in D.C. who knows us. They will try to involve the country in that gossip for a few news cycles. We will be mocked, then the country will get bored. All before the election." She urged him to understand her explanation.

"That's exactly what I figured. That's why I've started off a little early. We give them enough time and once they move on, the real campaigning can begin.

(Y/N) was speechless. A rare condition for anybody in her line of expertise.

Timidly, she found the words she needed to explain, "Look. It's not worth it. I have my strengths, but you can find a handful of people who can do a better job," She sighed, looking over to the window. The sun fell on her face, showing the unmistakable signs of woes.

"People without the looming threat of the baggage we have. I know someone who could really shake your campaign up. He was Senator Do–" She rummaged through her bag to look for something.

"Listen to me." Johnny cut her off. She looked up at him, visibly nervous now. "Your speeches got a man elected president."

"It wasn't just my speeches." She scoffed, still digging through her purse.

"Look at me." He demanded. To that tone, her body would listen without protest. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't know that you single-handedly got that man elected." He dared her.

She had no answer. Partially because he looked like he believed himself. And partially because she could clearly remember the last time they looked into each other's eyes this way.

"That's what you are, the kind of skill you possess. And you want to waste it writing puff pieces on bipartisanship and making podcasts?" He sounded, at the same time, confused and offended. "You are a force to be reckoned with and every single person who will cover my campaign will be compelled to see that."

Johnny felt a little winded after letting out his carefully worded statement. He had been waiting for this for months.

"I have the voice for podcasts I think." She tried to joke despite the deep red now coloring her cheeks.

"Take the job, (Y/N). You always told me that you wanted to make decisions."

"I don't want to decide on what tie is the best for an Illinois morning show." She matched the impatient frown on his face, "I've campaigned once, it's all promises before the election hands you bureaucracy."

"When I win," Johnny began.

"If you win," She interrupted.

"When I win," he repeated with a heavy exhale. "You can run my office."

She sat up and leaned closer, speechless and not knowing if it was in her to refuse that offer. In his eyes, she could see clearly that he knew that too. Bastard.

"Chief of staff?" She asked, not wanting to be sure till she heard him say the words.

"Is that enough to get you out of retirement?" He leaned closer. For a moment he was close enough to feel his breath.

Her eyes struggled to stay on his brows but it didn't matter when he dropped his gaze to her lips. Something sharp crawled down her spine and she sat back with a jolt.

"What's in it for you?" She asked while adjusting her pants, trying to hide her hot cheeks.

"You."

Her cheeks only turned hotter, fingers freezing on her thigh.

"I want to get elected and I know only you can do it." He added before the word lingered for too long.

"I know nothing about this state." She reminded him.

"You know how to play people's strengths. That's what I care about." He shrugged, still so certain that it was excruciating.

She hummed, not sure how to respond.

Johnny finally sat back, running his fingers over the lapel of his jacket. "And I want you back." He spoke like he was asking for something routine. Like a pair of keys before leaving the house.

"Excuse me?" She choked on her words, heart pounding loud enough to deafen her to all sounds but his voice.

"I want you back, (Y/N)." He repeated himself, unfazed by the weight of his confession.

She reached for her coffee, the room temperature drink unpleasant. With her throat coated, she felt okay to speak. "What are you talking about? Why?"

"What do you mean why?" He squinted at her, "Because I still love you." Johnny looked like she should have known that already, like it was apparent.

Her hand frooze with her cup against her lip, her fingers gripping the rim. The words had, it seemed, robbed (Y/N) of normal functions. She choked on her coffee, sitting back while hacking up a fit. After a second of indulging in laughter, Johnny got up to rub her back.

"That's not funny." She spoke after drinking down her entire glass of water, voice hoarse.

"There has never been a time when I said those words to you and didn't mean them. I don't plan on starting now." He nudged her in, sitting down beside her.

She watched him sit down, "Now that you've said that, what makes you think I'll say yes?" Her voice was heavy with caution.

Johnny smiled, "Because I know you, (Y/N). Like the back of my hand. The only thing you crave more than a challenge is to win." His brow raised, as if daring her to deny it.

His hand moved and she thought he would reach for her. Instead he stretched across the table to grab his own coffee. Distracted by his presence now, she couldn't process his bid.

"I'll think about it." She offered after trying for another stretch. Johnny rolled his eyes and sat back, making her frown.

“Just tell me now. Whether you want to take it or not, you already know what you'll do.” He sat back, clearly trying to hide how her dismissal provoked him.

He was right. But she wanted time because she currently wanted to say yes. And that to her felt like a hasty decision.

She missed her old life more than she expected. She missed the urgency of every task, how people spoke about her, to her. While it was minimal, (Y/N) knew a time when she had power in the Capital.

But perhaps most importantly, she missed him. Sitting here in front of him in his favourite diner, the one he'd bought her too plenty of times. She missed the way he was the only person who would look directly at her while she spoke. She still couldn't tell if he was just not one of the people unnerved by her, or if he knew how to hide it.

She missed him so much that she could not be certain that it wasn't clouding her current judgment.

"Just let me think about it for a moment." She tried again. When it looked like he would insist she snapped, "Away from you." She specified.

Johnny's face fell. Clear as day, disappointment coated his pupils just as he averted his gaze. He looked like a puppy.

(Y/N) tried to swallow the guilt that stuck in her throat, shuffling in her seat and crossing her arms. "Why do you want to work with me anyway? It's historically been a terrible idea."

Johnny's lips twitched, fingers flexing to reach for his glass. "We make a good team despite our differences, (Y/N). I respect your ability to cut through bullshit and I know you have a soft spot for my convictions." His face softened, finally halting his wandering eyes to meet her gaze.

Johnny reached over the table, placing his hand just short of over hers. Despite not looking, her focus remained stuck in the gap between their fingers. "Look." He sighed, "This is a re-election, and I know you don't think it's challenging because I will win. But this isn't about this election. It's about getting my corner ready."

Her gaze narrowed, confused by his cryptic words. "What are we doing in the corner?" 

Johnny's lips twitched again, a devious glint lighting his eyes, "Anything before the others show up." He licked his lips.

She rolled her eyes at the implication, hoping it would conceal the way she felt breathless and flustered at the words.

"What are you planning?" She questioned.

"A dream team. Much like the one you were in all those years ago. I need all the help I can get if I want to run one day."

She sat up, suddenly very serious. "Run for?" She asked carefully.

"You know." He played it off, yet keeping his gaze fixed on hers.

(Y/N) sighed, sitting back with defeat. "Fine, I'll do it." She picked up her coffee looking rather angry at herself. But they both knew that Johnny had just given her a challenge she could not refuse. Johnny smiled.

[twistedshipper]

Did you share anything about "Burning Till You're Cold"? Because if not, I want to hear! :)

Thank you, Jacquelyn! I'm so excited that you asked me about this fic, as it's one that's been simmering in the back of my mind for a long time now (and one I hope to focus on once I finish SL).

The idea for the fic is actually older than SL and, unlike the other wips I have, is set in the verse of spn but without anything overtly supernatural; it's just the characters facing their real world struggles.

The fic is about Dean in his early twenties trying to look out after Sam and himself after the difficult upbringing they've had under John's roof since their mother died.

I'm not sure about much of the plot but I have the first chapter written. In it Dean takes a drive out of Lawrence to clear his head and winds up at a dive called Harvelle's (which is located closer to Lawrence than in the show), where he meets Jo, who likewise, has her own fair share of struggles (similar to the show she dropped out of school because she didn't belong there and is helping her mom out at the bar), and the two hit it off.

Other things about the fic is that Sam (like in s7) is a psych ward patient (and is inpatient at the start of the fic), going in and out of the hospital ever since his first psychotic break while he was away at school at Stanford (which I'm very attached to as an idea as it's inspired from the show as much as my own experiences).

There's also this dark undercurrent in the fic that deals with themes of abuse which would be a major spoiler to share here so I won't. Instead I'll leave some snippets from the first chapter:

It was his first time getting wasted (publicly, that was, and without company) and it was his first time at this bar, located at the outskirts of his hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, dead set in the middle of the U.S. Why he came here as opposed to his usual haunts, he didn’t really know, other than that creeping feeling on his skin that told him he wanted the hell out of home and anything that reminded him of the stench and stain of that old house, its memories: the good, the bad, and the ugly, all of it.  He so desperately wanted out, that in a flash of recklessness, one would call impulse, he stole his father’s keys as he lay passed out on the couch senseless and took his wheels, telling himself to keep on driving until he crossed the city limits.

Well, he didn’t get that far. He saw the flickering neon lights beckoning out to him from the roadside and on another whim, thought he’d pull in for a drink. He certainly deserved one after the last few days, even though a part of him felt guilty for the indulgence, knowing full well that his kid brother wasn’t flying so high and free.

Not that Dean was either; if anything, he was running, running from his family, his problems, his responsibilities, that weight he carried inside himself, pressing hazardously into his chest. Was it too much to ask for one night just to lose himself?  Like all those nights his father lost himself in drink?  A part of him felt hesitant, afraid even to become the man, but well, these were desperate times, times that called for desperate measures.  So going on nothing but gut, as he ever did, he pulled into the lot, parked, and pushed his way through the double doors into a haze of smoke and sorrows potentially worse than his own.

And here's an interaction between Dean and Jo (because I love them so much):

“What about you?” she asked after a pause.  “Why are you here on a cold Thursday night in November?”

“Ahh,” he began fumbling for words.  “You really don’t want to know.”

“Try me,” she said. 

He bit his lip.  “Well, it’s a tough situation,” he said, repeating her choice of word.  “You see my brother…” he suddenly stopped himself, shook his head.  “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but, um, he’s…” he turned away then, scared that he might just break down and cry in front of her, this girl he only just met.  He had to gather himself and quickly. 

“He’s okay, right?” he heard her ask, from where she stood, huddled in his jacket that dwarfed her.

“Yeah,” he said turning back to face her.  “Of course, he’s fine.  Totally.  But you know, it’s my responsibility to look out for him, and sometimes that’s hard.”

He stopped himself and caught her watching him with a look all her own.  “What?” he said.

“It’s nothing,” she said.  “Just…”

She was about to speak when suddenly an old pickup pulled up, bathing the two of them with its headlights. 

“Is that…?” she asked instead.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Dean said with an awkward wave towards Bobby who looked miffed in the driver’s seat. 

“Here, let me give you this back,” she said quickly, taking off the jacket and handing it to him.

He took it from her gently and she went back to crossing her arms, to protect herself from the cold.  “Thanks,” he said.  “You better get back inside.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling slightly, “and you better not keep him waiting.”

“Right,” he said, and turned to hop in the passenger seat.

“Oh, and Dean?”

He dropped his hand from the latch, turning back to face her.  “Yeah?”

“Take care of yourself, won’t you?”

He nodded.  In the moment it was all that he could do.

Bobby beeped the horn.

And the moment, whatever it was between them, was over.  He opened the truck door and shuffled in, and in the span of time it took him to fasten his seatbelt, she was already slipping through the front doors of the bar, as a pair of men came stumbling out.  A part of him, however drunk and senseless, hoped she would turn back and wave at him, but the door shut behind her and she was safe inside and warm.

So much for that, he thought.  Now it was time to face the situation at hand and he expected Bobby to smack him upside the head and yell at him for taking his dad’s car all the way out in the middle of nowhere only to get smashed stupid.

But Bobby didn’t speak right away as they pulled out of Harvelle’s Roadhouse and onto the road and that’s when Dean looking back at the old dive noticed that a light snow had begun to fall, each flake glittering under the streetlamps like a tiny iridescent star.

Thank you again for asking me about this fic. (I was hoping someone would.) You've reignited my interest in it and now I'm just craving to write it, haha. ❤

[sleepy-achilles]

The Family of Destruction- Roses Bloom.

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It was a rough night in the valley and the michaels? They were preparing for war.

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Leon leans against the old cabinet as he looks at the weapons infront of him. "A bit overkill no? All because lee had one bad dream?" Cassie asks causing the blonde to glare at her. "Cassie.." Shawn warns as he watches taker shape a cross out of wood, watches as it starts to burn his hands. "Im just saying, if its that dangerous, why isn't John with us?" Cassie asks. "Because John is far away and safe. I also have an eye on him at all times." Taker mutters. "Oh, so John's living it up with pizza and young adult life and I'm stuck here, trapped in my own house preparing for whatever evil to come knocking the door down? Can't wait to tell everyone this at storytime tomorrow" cassie mutters.

It's takers turn to glare at the young girl. She frowns and looks down, crossing her arms tightly. Leon pauses as the floors begin to creak. He's the closest to the door, he did it on purpose. He slowly glances at taker who can also hear it, takers jaw is set and his eyes are locked onto the door. No thing can get past that door without permission. Taker would know, shawn has done it to him plenty. Leon would also know. "I want you two to stay in here and do not let anyone in. No matter what, even if you think its us." Taker whispers. Shawn nods. Cassie just holds her thumb up.

Leon pulls himself up, knife loosely hanging from his hand. Taker hands the cross to shawn. "Im serious..this isnt a drill" Taker mutters, kissing shawn softly. "I know" Shawn nods. Cassie jumps as something screeches and runs past the office door. "Daddy?" She gasps, moving towards her brother, who's the closet for safety. Leon wraps his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. Taker glances at her. "Youll be safe here with papa, he won't let any harm come to you" Taker tells her. Cassie glances up at her big brother, it unsettles her the slightly look of fear on his face.

"Come here baby" Shawn whispers. Cassie hugs Leon one last time before rushing to shawns arms. Taker moves towards Leon, wrapping his hand around Leon's biceps. "You know the rules" he whispers. Leon nods. "Let nothing in" Taker tells him. Leon smirks.

Taker already knew it was the end. The moment the house got infected, shawn would be infect, the kids...Charlie... they would all be traumatised by death, the afterlife. And that kills him inside.

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Leon keeps the knife close to his body. Anything that wants to hunt his family down would have a hell of a fight on its hands. Leon couldn't help but think about John...was he truly safe from all this? He knows the bond that was created between them all. Taker, Leon, cassie, John. It led to long nights and tears.

Leon jerks forward as something runs past him, knocking his back. He can suddenly feel his heart and its racing fast. It causes his breathing to pick up as he slowly turns. He doesn't like what he sees. Not at all.

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Taker can sense the evil. He doesn't need to see it. And what he feels isn't good. He should of given Leon more warnings because something fucked up was in this house and it wasn't here to be friends.

A familiar hum stops him in his tracks. He looks towards the upstairs study, the study his family used anytime they wanted. It wasn't off limits like his office. He swallows any nerves as he slowly makes his way to the ajar door. He adjusts his grip on the cross, ignoring the burn in his hand. Shawn wasn't happy when Taker dug out his old cross and turned it into a weapon, but right now? Taker couldn't care. It was going to protect his family.

He brings his free hand out, closing it around the door knob and pulling it open. His body freezes as the humming gets louder.

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Leon steps back, his back hitting the hard door behind him. "My baby boy" a voice hums but the mouth he's staring at doesn't move. Leon feels his throat tighten as the head tilts at him, the long curly ginger hair flowing in the air. Leon shakes his head slightly, hand reaching back to grab the doorknob. The doorknob to the first room they are never to enter. The basement.

But as the jaw on the figure extends and sudden fear takes over Leon and he's pulling open the door and rushing down the stairs.

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John jerks upwards, chest heaving. "Leon's in the basement" he gasps out. Randy, who was rudely awoken by his roomates sudden alertness, glances over at him confused. "What?" He mumbles out, rubbing his eyes. John hunches forward slightly, clutching at his chest. "Cena? Jesus, John are you good?" Randy asks suddenly sensing the atmosphere change. He's quick to move to John's bed as the man starts choking.

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Shawn jerks forward, clawing at his throat. Cassie holds her throat at the sudden tightness, her eyes immediately shooting towards the door.

The choking sensation is short but still, the fear rushes through them both. Shawn quickly pulls cassie close, checking her throat. "Are you okay?" Shawn asks. "What was that?" Cassie asks. "I don't know baby, but are you okay?" Shawn asks again. "Yes papa" she nods. Shawn pulls her into a hug and can't help but fear that something has happened to Leon or taker.

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Taker doesn't know if the choking sensation is because of whats staring back at him or the fact he feels the basement door opening. The huming doesn't stop though, even when he gains his breath back.

Taker feels a sudden sadness as the figure stands up. This isnt right. This isnt fair. He feels like a teenager all over again.

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Leon doesn't hesitate to run down the stairs and down the hall. It's dark and cold and as he reaches the main room, the footsteps stop as his hand touches the door. He can't see the door in the dark but he can feel it. It feels like those stupid doors from cassies fairytales. You know, the big curved doors with the animal face and knocker?

As Leon feels the door he can feel pain and anger radiating off the door. Evil. Darkness. It overwhelms him, makes him feel sick.

"Open it. Let us in" the voice whispers against his ear. Leon pauses before slowly pulling his hand back from the door. He takes a step back from the door into immediate coldness. He looks back at the hallway just as the main door slams shut, leaving him in complete darkness.

He lets out a shakey breathe as he turns back towards the dark door.

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John straightens up, his eyes connecting with Randy's in the shitty hotel light. "Jesus man, are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Vince? Hunter?" Randy asks. "Leon's in trouble." John whispers. "L..Leon?" Randy asks confused. "I ne...I..." John holds his head in pain. Randy jerks forward and John falls as if he's been asleep the whole time.

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Shawn watches as Charlie growls and huffs at the door. He feels useless but he knows, he knows he can't leave this room. Even as that feeling in his gut was growing violent. His children were in danger and he couldn't protect them.

The he suddenly feels cold.

Children?

Not child. Not just Leon.

John.

John was in danger?

Shawn let's out a shakey breathe as he holds cassie closer.

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"Dad?" Taker asks quietly as the figure looks at him. The demon who has stolen his father's face just continues humming. Taker loved his parents his did, but he absolutely hated his father humming. It wasn't comforting. It was annoying and cold and he only ever did it to either annoy Taker or to let Taker know he's pissed at him.

He always knew his parents were haunting the house...but what he's looking at..it isn't his father. He's seen his father, Leon has seen him more, he doesn't look like this.

His skin is burnt, his hair is burned off, his clothes..his eyelashes...taker could almost laugh. He looks like a villain from Leon's stupid comics, half burnt...whatever his stupid name was.

The smell of smoke fills takers nose. He feels sick suddenly. It doesn't help he can sense cassie and he can sense Shawn. And boy Shawn is filled with so much worry and fear. But taker cannot sense Leon or John. And that? That makes him feel so damn sick.

His boys are in danger and as the office door slams shut behind him, he understands he has no way of protecting them. And that makes him feel sick.

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Taker props himself up under the tree. "Morning sleepy beauty" Shawn smiles. Taker looks at shawn, he's sat up against the tree, his knees bent and a sketch book rested neatly against them. "It was a good nap" taker yawns looking over at the kids. He can't help but smile as John picks Leon up and pretends to tombstone him. The way giggles burst from both Leon and cassies mouths. "Its nice like this" shawn states. "Hmm?" Taker asks glancing at him. "You know, the peace of them all getting along. It's nice." Shawn tells him. "I nice knowing they are all safe." Taker states. Shawn looks at him and smiles, running his hand through takers short hair. "And that's all because of you...you've really changed mine and John's life and I don't know if I can ever truly pay you back for that" Shawn states. "You did that by agreeing to marry me..by letting me become apart of John's family...another father to him. By giving me two beautiful children." Taker murmurs before leaning up and kissing the blonde.

"Ew!" Is all they hear before three hyper children jump on them. Taker is quick, and shawn is forever grateful, to move shawns sketchbook to safety. "What do you mean ew?" Taker asks. Shawn smiles at the playful tone. "You know what we mean" John smirks. "Oh yeah?" Taker smirks. Before the kids know it they are being chased by the big bad undertaker with a mix of deep growls and roars and high pitch screams and giggles.

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Leon runs back down the hall from the old staircase, the big shadow chasing him. This time, he doesn't hesitate to go straight through the evil door in the basement, letting it slam shut behind him.

Everything is quiet. The only real sound is Leon's intense breathing. He stops as he realises the lights are already on. The room looks like a library office type thing. He takes a step towards a center piece and listens to the ground crackle under his feet. He ignores it, moving towards it. He stops infront of the stone pillar. Frowning at the knife on a stand. It has a bone like handle...Leon wants to name it a skeleton blade. He brings a hand up to touch the glass casing and can't help but gasp as a bad feeling rushes through his arm. He jerks back and frowns at it. That isn't okay. That isn't right.

Leon turns to his right and jumps. The long, firey wavy red hair only brings him a second of comfort before the overwhelming smell of smoke fills his nostrils. He gags and brings both hands up to his mouth and nose. Even in her dead...burned like state...Athena looked as beautiful as the pictures. And it pained Leon but he can really see cassie in her.

Leon begins to shake his head as she reaches out for her, he moves back. He knows that despite this looking like his grandmother, it isn't. He's met his grandmother and this was not her. And he just didn't know how to feel about that.

The small boy in him was begging and crying for his daddy real bad right now.

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John grumbles as he opens his eyes to be met by not just randy but batista. "Dave? Randy?" John groans sitting up. "Yeah, kid called me in a panic..thought you were experiencing some sort of...seizure or something" dave states sitting on the edge of Randy's bed. "No I..." John pauses and looks around. "Taker and Leon.. I need to call them.." John whispers. "John...its really late..like nearly 3am...they won't be awake." Randy tells him. "No..no Leon's awake. I can..I ca.." John trails off and looks at the alarm. "John?" Dave asks quietly. "I can feel him" John whispers clenching the base of his neck as it tightens slightly.

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John watches as Leon lays on his stomach, drawing something on the page of one of shawns notebooks. "Whatcha doin?" Cassie asks plopping down next to him. "Watching lee" John answers. "Why?" Cassie asks looking over at Leon. "He feels sad." John states. "How do you know?" Cassie asks. "I..its weird...its like I can feel it when I look at him. Its never happened before but right now? I can feel how he feels." John states. He looks at his baby sister. "Can you feel how I feel?" She asks. "No. But I don't need a magic ability to know you are a little bundle of joy" John teases. Cassie let's out a little giggle as she lays back. John smiles only for it to fade as he looks back at Leon to see a shadow looming over him.

Shawn looks down at his feet with a frown. His children shouldn't feel such intense emotion at such a young age. But, he knows he can't prevent it.

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Shawn glances at his phone. 3:00 am. John calling.

His hand shakes as he picks it up. "Hey baby...its early, whatcha doing up?" Shawn asks softly. Cassie yawns quietly as she glances up at him. "Leon's in danger papa." John states. "Leon and dad are in danger." John repeats. Shawns heart stops. "W-What?" Shawn whispers. "Papa I can feel if. I can feel Leon. He's in trouble, please" John sighs. Shawn gently moves cassie into the seat and moves towards the door. "Ill see what I can do John." Shawn mutters before hanging up.

He watches the door handle wiggle. "Papa?" Cassie asks quietly. His family is in danger and he's just hiding. He waits for the door handle to stop before grasping it tightly. "Papa, daddy said to stay here" cassie speaks up. "And you will do as so" Shawn mutters twisting the handle and pulling the door too. He's safe but the moment he steps out of that frame, he's fucked. He cannot remember the last time...

Shawn chuckles to himself. The last time he was this scared he was staring at a completely possessed version of his husband. And it scared the living daylights out of him.

Shawns eyes widen as he stares back at his lover. Its not his husband. Its his lover. A scarily evil version of a already evil man.

Takers hair is pitch black, skin pale, eyes pitch black, skin cracking and blood dried on his skin. "No" Shawn whispers as he smiles at him. He runs towards Shawn and cassie screams causing Shawn to slam the door shut, pressing his back against it. They won't let him leave. They want Leon and taker alone. "Cmon shawnie...play with me baby" the voice sings. "I have some friends for our dear little bug" it chuckles. "Dont listen to him cassie" Shawn growls, locking the door as his baby cries.

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Taker looks back at the door as cassies screams echo through the house. "Cassie" he gasps moving to the door. He jerks back as his father blocks it. "No no no..." his voice is wrecked from fire damage. Taker moves back. "Not my dad..my baby girl is in danger and you will not stop me from protecting my family" Taker growls, adjusting his grip on the cross. "Not again" he adds before charging.

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Leon's back hits the wall as athena floats infront of him, flames crackling off her. What catches him the most off guard are the roses starting to Bloom from the floor. The black roses begin to wrap around his legs and tightly. "Let us in..we won't harm you" one again..the voice isn't coming from athena. Leon feels his eyes start to water as the roses move higher. "We want to join you" the voice whispers. Leon shakes his head, pressing his hands tighter against his face, trying to erase the whimpers leaving his lips. "We want to help you" the voice states. "Save you" the thorns dig into his skin as the roses brush against his jaw.

"LET US IN!"

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John gasps for breathe, clawing at his throat. "Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement, Leon's in the basement-" "John!" Randy snaps. "Im getting hunter. This...this isnt okay.." dave mutters rushing out. Randy doesn't know what to do, John keeps rocking and rambling about his baby brother being in a basement. He doesn't know how to help. What to do. What to say.

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Shawn and cassie stare in horror as the door handle shakes. "Papa" cassie cries. "Nothing can hurt us baby..nothing in here." Shawn whispers. He looks over at Charlie who's suddenly not barking. He looks back at the door as it opens. "D..daddy?" Cassie asks. "Its me baby...see?" Taker asks stepping over the door frame. Shawn doesn't hesitate to rush to taker and hug him. Cassie joins them. Taker drops the Cross, his skin burnt, but he hugs his family. "Somethings wrong" Shawn whispers. "Are you two okay?" Taker asks. "It was you daddy but scary" cassie whimpers. "Its okay now. Its gone. Whatever it is, it's gone" Taker promises her. "John can-" "I can't feel John Shawn. I can't feel John and I can't feel leon-" "Taker!" Shawn snaps pulling back. Taker looks at him. "John called. He said Leon's in danger. Where is Leon?" Shawn asks.

Taker looks at his office. Leon isn't here? He looks back into the house. The smell of smoke still strong despite the lack of fire. "Leon.." Taker whispers. He can't feel Leon. He can't sense him. "Leon" Taker looks towards the basement door. "No" he whispers as it hits him. His only must follow rule. And Leon's gone and broke it.

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Leon can't fight the tears streaming down his face. He can't breathe as the thorns dig into his neck, as his grandmother's burnt face gets too close. His hands are stuck against his face. He feels like the walls are closing in on him.

Which is when the door is kicked open. "Be gone demon!" Taker yells. Leon crumbles to the floor and sobs as the demon screeches and disappears, the roses going with it. Taker glances at the roses dying on the floor with immediate confusion before moving to Leon's side and pulling him into a hug. "We did it. It's over. It's over." Taker whispers. Leon clutches at him. "Everyone's safe now. We scared them off. You did it. You lasted the night." Taker doesn't hesitate to lift Leon and carry him out of the basement.

Taker explained to Leon that they couldn't stay with cassie and shawn. That he wishes they could but whatever was coming could and would get into the office if they were there. Taker wishes that wasn't the case as he carries his son to the others. "You did it" Taker whispers, examining the skin he can see.

"Thank you" shawn whispers as taker walks back in, shutting the door. "Its hunter. John was freaking out...kept saying something about Leon being in the basement." Shswn explains as he lowers his phone. "Is he okay now?" Taker asks spotting cassie asleep in the chair. That's when he hears Leon snoring softly. "I could hear him. He kept chanting it until I saw you leave the basement...then he fell asleep." Shawn states as taker lowers Leon onto the sofa. Taker sighs and sits on the floor, leaning against it as shawn carries cassie to the sofa, laying her behind her brothers legs before joining taker. "Ill..I'll look into it tomorrow.." Taker whispers holding shawn close.

"What did you see with him?" Shawn asks quietly pulling the first aid kit over and opening takers hand. "My mother...and roses...a lot of damn roses." Taker whispers. Shawn looks at him confused. "I've never seen it before shawn. It actually has me..scared." he admits. "I know and that's okay" Shawn mutters.

"It'll all be okay.."

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NOTES

Can I just say I started this a night or two ago and it's currently 2am at the time I'm finishing this.

I'm not going to lie, it's messy and probably doesn't make sense but it's Canon and well I've only wrote it because my nightmares have been coming back and well it's fuckin kicking my insomnia back into action like a bitch.

I've yet to have this happen since I started posting my works so now that it's something I do I thought I'd write something I could post.

This fic title was originally supposed to belong to a fic about drew, Leon and taker. But that changed.

I like to write horror when I can't sleep. Which doesn't help the fact I can't sleep because I watch horror as I write horror. Or thrillers whatever you call it.

So yeah. Have some sleepy, quite literally sleepy, sleepy achilles issue writing.

My first every suffering so I write fic that i planned on posting. Trust me my drafts on other apps like notepad and wattpad are full to the brink of these kinds of writing.

They do get fucked up which is why I never planned on posting any of them. They also go from wrestling to marvel to crime show fandoms. Not very consistent.

Anyways peace and love.

Sleepy will try get some sleep now that this is done.