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luvwestwood · 5 months

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"Thank You For Your Service" - Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

4,341 words.

warnings. nsfw, firemen! toji/sukuna, food-play, oral sex, p in v, mildly dubious con, double penetration, unprotected sex, throat fucking, rough play/sex, praising kink, creampie, degradation/dumbification (slut, whore)

notes. as an owner of your own independent bakery, you deliver your local firemen some sweet treats as a 'thanks' for their service. although a few of the men at the station decide to have a little fun with you. aka toji and sukuna fuck you silly and stuff you with their cum like a profiterole. also this has been in my draft for ages and I wanted to post it before I get back to classes 😭💀

banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig

After successfully balancing the cash register, you glance over to the clock on the wall that reads sharply, '4:30' in the afternoon.

The rest of the staff, aka the young students you've hired to work in your bakery were long gone, as you had let them off quite early today.

You walked over to the display fridges to see what's remained of the cakes from today. As expected, there were a good few things left such as profiteroles and small dessert cakes.

"Mmm, maybe I should give these to the firemen down at the station."

You smiled as you came up with the sustainable idea to gift the local fire station a box of sweet treats as a thank you for their service. I mean, who wouldn't want free cakes?

You hummed as you tied the pink ribbon over the box. Hopefully you put enough in there, you knew that those working at the fire station were hardworking people, so they needed a lot to refuel.

Glancing to the clock again, only fifteen minutes have passed. You decided it was time to make your way to the fire station. You made sure everything was left prepared for the opening staff tomorrow. Grabbing your coat from the staff room, you took the rest of your belongings, and the nicely wrapped box, making your way to the fire station.

The walk wasn't long, as the station was only located down the avenue. They put the station in a place to make sure it was accessible for everyone. It was convenient for you at this moment too.

Coming to the front of the fire station, you were met with the garage shutters open. You weren't sure if you should just walk in through there, or go around to the visitors entrance. The lights were on though, and you could hear a faint chatter coming from the inside.

Deciding to take a peek, you could see two men sitting in chairs and talking, which you assumed were the firemen on duty today.

You couldn’t really make out their faces, but you could tell one had coral hair, the other, a dark black. At the same time, you mentally slapped yourself for freezing in one spot, wondering why you were unable to move.

Your eyes scanned their bodies, the muscular physique they owned had only been complimented by the fitted navy shirt they were wearing. You could tell both had put in the work at the gym. For once, you wished you were in a burning building right now.

Suddenly, the coral haired man looked in your direction, and by now you could make out some strange tattoos on his face. You gasp, startled at the fact he had caught you staring for awhile like some idiot. Curious, the raven haired man turns his head as well, and speaks.

"Well.. what do we have here?" he continued, "You lost, doll?" his voice so deep, it only went straight through your ears, down to your pussy.

By now, you had the attention of the two men, and it sort of felt belittling in a way. Part of you wanted to turn around and leave, as if nothing happened. Or maybe you could act like you walked into the wrong place.

Gulping, you clutched onto the corners of the box out of nervousness. "No.. I work at the local bakery down the block. I came here to uhm...” Your voice trails off, you had forgotten what to say.

The coral haired one butts into the conversation.

"Oh Toji, you've made her all nervous. She's so soft spoken now." He motions his hand for you to come closer, the so called 'Toji' rolling his eyes at what the other had said.

Hesitant, you stepped through the garage entrance, now hearing it close behind you as you walked closer to the two men. I guess there’s no turning back now..

You still didn't know what the coral haired one was called.

As you finally stood in front of them, they respectfully did the same, standing from the chairs they were just on.

Your stomach churned as you noticed the difference between your heights, the men now towering over you had only made the nauseous feeling worse. It had caused you to look up at them, like some lost puppy. Am I really this sex deprived?

You could have sworn that you felt something purr down there as the so-called Toji crosses his arms, his massive biceps on show. His navy fitted shirt practically sculpted over his muscles.

Begging to get out of this place that made it more difficult to withstand each minute, you spoke first.

“I work at the bakery down the street,” you continued after a breath, “..and I just wanted to give you these goodies as a thank you for your service to this city.”

Wanting to compensate for discomforting you earlier, Toji speaks. “Ain’t that sweet? S’kuna, take the box and put it behind me on the table.”

Sukuna, gently takes the box from your grasp. You felt your face warm up as his more bigger, calloused hands made contact with yours. He smiled at you, possibly for a silent thanks. You couldn't help but do the same.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you blushed. Flattered that these men were praising you. “Oh, it’s nothing really..” you slowly took a step back. “Anyways, I better get going.”

Toji had only kept his eyes on you, as if he were to devour you at any moment. Leaning against the table behind him, Toji didn't dare to look at anything else in the garage. Sukuna was busy on the other hand, toying with the pink ribbon on the box.

“..Leavin’ already? Isn't that a shame, I thought that you yourself came with these desserts.” Toji snickered, looking at Sukuna behind his shoulder for a response.

Your lashes fluttered, in utter shock you were speechless.

Sukuna, could only laugh at Toji’s cheeky joke that was laced with filth. His own eyes watched you as he sucked the cake’s cream off his fingertips.

Awkwardly laughing, you brush off what just happened. “..I really.. need to get going. I have a bus to catch.” You lied, thinking that it would be able to get you out of here.

“C’mon, it’s not everyday we get the opportunity to share these cakes with a pretty girl. Right, ‘kuna?”

“Yeah, today’s our lucky day.” Sukuna hums, his sentence ending with a smirk.

Biting your lip, you thought about it for a moment. I mean, there wouldn’t be anything else for you to do as soon as you come home.

You knew you were going to regret this, but part of you wanted to stay. I mean, what could go wrong? “Mmm, okay fine, I guess I have a few minutes to spare..”

Toji grins, the scar on his mouth moving with his lips as you walk back closer to the two. "I promise, we'll make the most of it."

He stands back from the table, casually grabbing you by the waist and swiftly setting you atop the table as if you were a doll. You could only hiccup, taken aback by his sudden gesture. You immediately tug down on your skirt due to it rising up just now.

Flustered and warm, you made the sensible decision to take off your coat. Toji only takes it from your possession, setting the coat down on a chair nearby.

Your legs dangled off the edge of the table, slowly swinging back and forth, taking a few breaths to calm your nerves as you watch the men’s next move.

Toji stood in front, facing you, almost between your legs as he reached over to the box of desserts on your right side, grabbing one of the few cream cakes.

Sukuna on the other hand, makes small talk with you. “You make these yourself, beautiful?”

“Oh no, not just by myself. I have a few other staff at my bakery who of course help out.”

He nods slowly in approval, wiping the rest of the ganache off his hands using the pants of his cargo overalls.

You bit your lip, asking a sudden question out of curiosity . “Can I ask, where’s the rest of your crew?.. Is it just you two?”

Toji, busy taking a bite of the cake rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t matter right now,” the question stays unanswered as he changed topics, “God, the cream in this- whatever the fuck this is- tastes great. What you call these again?”

"It's called a profiterole," You watched as Toji took a huge bite, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth.

He uses his finger to swipe a small dollop of the cake’s cream onto his fingertips, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Here, try it for yourself, It’s the best thing I’ve had.”

Does he expect me to suck it off his finger just like that..?

You knew better, this man was a stranger. Should you really be going around casually sucking on men's fingers? “Oh, I don’t know if I should-”

“Don’t leave me hangin’ doll! creams gonna slide off my finger..”

You shyly gabbed onto his hand, sucking the cream off his fingertip. Toji would be lying if he said that a tent didn’t just form in his cargos. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to come out.

"'Atta girl.." Toji purred as he felt your hot mouth wrap around his finger.

He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to suck your own juices off his fingers after they had just been inside you.

This whole time, Sukuna was quietly watching everything unfold. He could feel a tinge of jealousy wash through him, angered at the fact that Toji was all handsy with you, and poor Sukuna couldn’t get a turn.

His index finger left your lips with a pop, his eyes never leaving yours. You heard Sukuna shuffle around with the box, his footsteps coming close to both where you and Toji were.

He gently pushed Toji aside, and unfortunately the raven haired sex fanatic took offense to that, Toji stabbing daggers into the back of Sukuna's head as he replaced his spot.

You shivered as Sukuna slithered his one hand onto your bare leg, the other hand holding another one of the cakes.

"How 'bout you share this one with me? Say ahh.." He brings the cake closer to your face, your face heating up from his hand slowly caressing the velvety skin on your thigh.

You grabbed onto his hand to stop it, "I'm really full, thank you th-"

Sukuna's hand suddenly moved down to your chest, smearing cake all over your blouse. The rest of the cake falling onto your skirt.

You jittered as you felt the cold cream manage to dribble down your sternum behind the fabric, a high pitch gasp escaping your lips out of discomfort.

"Oh my.." he continued with a devilish grin, "My hand slipped."

You gasped, your blouse now all ruined with red velvet cake and buttercream. "It's.. okay.. I'm heading home anyways."

"No, no-“ Toji behind him stepped in, "We gotta do something about that."

You tried to reassure them; using your hands as support to try hop off the table, "Guys, I promise it's nothing seriou-" but unfortunately Sukuna grabs the side of your thighs, setting you back on the table.

"Yeah no," thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms. "We gotta take that top off. In fact, take everything off."

Toji smirked, and let out a laugh. "I agree,"

Sukuna's large hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, pulling the top apart, the remaining fragments thrown to the other side of the garage.

The tiny buttons fly everywhere as you wince at the sight that unfolded before your eyes. You were able to see the evident change in the two men's demeanor as their eyes landed on the black lacy bra that was now on show.

"Ah-" Sukuna cooed, "She got some between her tits. Get this girl some tissue."

Toji walked around the garage in search of a tissue roll, and you watched him like a hawk, using your arms to cover your chest. "Can't seem to find any 'round here.."

Unable to form a sentence, you gape your mouth open at Toji, then to Sukuna.

"Well that's too bad.." he reaches for your arms, pulling them apart to expose your cake-stained chest back to him. “I wouldn’t mind licking it off.”

“Wait- I don’t think that’s-“ you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this badly right now.

“Shh…” His hands snake down your chest to your abdomen, gently pushing you to lie against the table.

Your nipples go hard due to the contact of your back with the table’s cold surface, luckily they weren’t able to see that.

You felt as Sukuna’s wet tongue touches your stomach, slowly gliding up towards your cleavage that was stained with cream. You gasp, a breathy moan escaping your lips. That was enough to tell them both that you wanted this as much as they did.

You immediately grab onto his hair, and you could feel the smirk form against your skin.

You heard Toji’s footsteps come closer to your side of the table, he was suspiciously quiet for the time being.

Sukuna would only look up at you as he licked off the creamy residue all over your chest. The warmth from his tongue was ticklish, but this scene arousing enough to have a pool form between your legs.

“Think we gotta take this tiny skirt off too..” you felt him roughly grab on your skirt to slide it off, but not strong enough to rip it apart.

You could only clamp your thighs together, as the rest of your garments were stripped of you, the outcome being you all flustered that you were so exposed in-front of the two men.

Sukuna uses his hand to force your legs open, his head moving between your legs.

Until you felt another pair of hands clutch onto your panties and- rip!

You shudder as your bare pussy was met with the cold air of the garage, hoping to feel Sukuna’s warm, wet mouth but you were mistaken.

It was more cake.

Toji had smeared a Victoria-sponge dangerously below your lower abdomen.

Toji could only palm himself through his pants as he watches Sukuna devour the cake that was making its way towards your clit.

His tongue made its way to your dripping hole, slowly fucking into you back and forth.

“T-that feels.. so good..” you breathe out, Sukuna’s cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he heard this.

Unable to watch anymore, Toji stops palming himself through his pants. He makes his way to the box of desserts, disassembling a jam donut, scooping the strawberry glaze into his hands.

Horny, and jealousy filling his body like mad, he walks behind the table where your head was almost hanging off.

He eagerly unzips his cargos with an unoccupied hand, grabbing for his cock that has been nothing but a nuisance to him these past few minutes.

Too busy moaning in pleasure, you looked up to Toji, your vision of him upside down as you were laid against the table.

You could only watch as Toji’s heavy, thick cock slaps against your forehead, his jam covered hand wrapping around the base and making a mess of it on his length.

You felt his hand smear the strawberry residue all over your chest again, which was most likely for Sukuna to be able to lick.

“Better open wide you slut, or else it won’t fit.” You felt Toji’s hand grab onto your jaw, forcing mouth to open wider.

You moan as his cock fills your mouth so full, the sweet jam from the donut coating your taste buds. Toji wraps his hands around your neck, his two thumbs caressing your throat as he fucked his cock into it.

He groans, “Fuck, just like that..” throbbing as he felt the outline of his cock form against the skin of your throat. Squelching noises could only be heard as he staggeringly rut his hips back and forth.

You could hear Toji grunting above you from the sensation of the vibrations going to straight to his cock as you moaned. You felt Sukuna on the other end lapping at your clit, fucking you with two fingers of his fingers at the same time.

Taking a minute to close your eyes, you indulged in the pleasure you were receiving at both ends. At the same time, you were unable to tell who ripped your bra off you.

Toji pulls his cock away from your throat, leaving you to gasp for air. You shut your eyes tightly, disappointed at the empty feeling you were left with. Warm spit trickled down your face, Toji caressing your cheek but only to slap in after.

Toji doesn’t forget to plant a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away. You whimper as he leaves your side, but only this time he starts walking over to Sukuna’s end.

Sukuna pulled away from your dripping holes too, you wince and moan, praying that this isn’t the final moment that they’d have hands on you. You were too scared that the fun was cut short.

Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watch the two men, speechless. You try to use this opportunity to catch your breath, but your head only falls back down onto the table. You stay sprawled out on the table, looking up at the bright lights of the garage.

“Feel like it’s time to stuff some cock in that pussy, don’t cha think?” Toji speaks, voice raspy from groaning.

“I think so too. But I’m fucking her first,” Sukuna replies.

A disagreeing Toji snaps back. “Nah, I want to.”

“Aren’t you forgetting we can both fuck her at the same time?” Sukuna suggests, your eyes widening at the thought of two men stuffing you full of cock at the same time.

You could almost predict that they could break you into two, and you have no idea how big any of them are yet. You use your elbows to prop yourself up again, your face showing an expression of disbelief. “I- I can’t do that.. I don’t think I can.”

Of course, they'd hardly take that as an answer. “We’ll see that for ourselves.”

You felt Sukuna grab onto your thighs once more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you towards him. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you over his shoulder and walking towards what seemed like one of the fire trucks.

You heard a door open, Sukuna placed you onto a longer leather seat that was behind the driver in the truck cab.

Hearing a door open behind you, Toji follows inside, crawling onto the same leather seat. He lays back, hands pumping his cock as he watches you from the other side of the seat.

Dazed, you could only immediately crawl onto Toji’s lap, straddling him. He grins, his hands squeezing onto the soft skin of your tits and fondling as you waited for Sukuna to join.

Sukuna climbs onto the seat but this time behind you. Toji slightly moves his head to the side, taking a peek at Sukuna. Too bad, Sukuna was already busy fucking your ass with one of his fingers, making sure you were ready to be stuffed of his cock.

Jealous, Toji grips onto the doughy skin on your hips, aligning his tip with your dripping cunt before slowly sliding in.

You let out a long string of moans and curses, as you felt his thick length stretch you out as you sink down onto his cock.

“God, you feel so good around my cock. ‘S like your pussy’s made for it.”

Hearing a zip behind you, you disregarded it, as you were still trying to adjust to Toji’s size. This was cut short as you were caught by surprise by Sukuna filling you up with his own cock, this time in your ass. He was thick, but not thick as Toji. Although the length made up for it, you would think that he was all the way in but in reality it was only half.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both of their cocks were stuffed deeply in both of your holes.

Your hands clutched onto the fabric of Toji’s compression shirt, wrinkling it all together.

Toji placed his soles flat onto the seat, using this support to harshly thrust into you upwards more faster than before as Sukuna behind staggered into you at a more slowed pace. Although he wanted you bad, he made sure to be gentle. He just wanted to indulge every inch of you.

Toji on the other hand, bottomed into you balls deep, his thumb cheekily creeping over to your clit, rubbing in continuous circles as they both fucked into you.

“Fucking slut,” Sukuna spits out, voice shaky as the plush flesh of your ass only clenched around him. “Both holes stuffed full of men’s cocks who you don’t know?”

Sukuna reached for your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against his chest.

You whimpered, snaking one of your hands behind to his nape. Sukuna leaned in for a kiss, only to pepper more down your neck to your collarbone.

Toji kept his pace, which as quite impressive. You moaned back into Sukuna’s cheek, feeling a knot twist and form in the pit of your stomach.

“I-It’s too much- I can’t…” Your hand leaves the back of his neck, moving up higher to clutch on his coral hair as the immense pleasure had only washed through you.

Toji below you speaks, “You think we should let her cum?”

Slapping your face as he started to slow down, he could see you were drunk of their cocks. Fortunately, Sukuna was unable to see this as he was busy behind.

Toji thrusted into you balls deep each time in a consecutive pattern, bullying your cervix as your body jolted up and down along with your tits.

Sukuna moved his hands back down, away from your hair to be able to spread your cheeks apart. Groaning as he watched his cock slip in and out of your ass, he makes a decision. “Fuck, I think so. She’s been such a good girl this whole time.”

Toji grins, his hand moving to your cheek but this time roughly caressing your lip with his thumb. “You hear that doll? He says you were such a good girl.”

You were unable to form a sentence, your brains were fucked out at this point and Toji, wasn’t happy with this.

“Fucking answer me you whore,” surprised, you came back to your senses as Toji slapped your cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on your face.

“..Please, let me cum..” you hiccuped, “I can’t take it anymore.”

You watched Toji flash his same old devilish smile through your tear filled eyes, both of their paces picking up again.

Your moans turned shaky, the slapping of balls against your skin and wet noises filling the taxi cab.

Toji went back to lazily rubbing circles on your clit as both of them fucked you, making sure that you would cum on time with them.

This time, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your throat, bringing your ear close to his mouth. “You want us to breed you? Is that what you want?”

Lost in a trance, you just went with whatever. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be stuffed full of them forever.

You could only nod, but Sukuna couldn’t take it as an answer.

“Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” His warm breath tickled your ear, Toji’s thrusting making it difficult for you to speak.

You held onto Sukuna’s wrist around your throat, “I want.. both of your cum.. in me..”

Although your hand fell back onto Toji’s shirt as Sukuna gently pushed you back down. You sighed out loud, sobbing quietly as you felt his cock slide out of you.

Toji’s deep thrusts were the only thing you could feel, “Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunted beneath you, until you felt Sukuna’s cock entering the same hole Toji was in.

As you moaned out louder than before, the pleasure too hard to bear. You could feel yourself turning into jelly, your hands wrinkling the fabric of Toji’s shirt once again.

Your voice strained as you felt both of their cocks shoot warm, ropes of cum into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, your chest heaving as Toji’s grip on your waist remained, but Sukuna’s hands slowly lost grip on your hair.

Both of them filled up your hole with seed to the point that it leaked out of you in no time.

Your eyes completely rolled back for tenth time this hour, feeling them both twitch inside of you, the white fluid leaking onto the black leather seats of the truck cab.

Sukuna leaves your hole first, moaning at sight of the generous amounts of cum that dripped down his length to his shaft as he slid out.

Followed by Toji, you could feel his cock slip out too, until his finger made its way back inside, making sure to fuck the escaping load back into you.

Both of them had left their mark in you, stretching you out so fully that no cock in the future can impress you but theirs.

You felt like a total cock sleeve, and your body yearned for more. But honestly, it felt like you were gonna break apart. So maybe next time.

All three of you stayed in the same spots, the windows were now fogged up to the point the entire truck cab smelled of sex.

“I can definitely point out one thing you and ‘em profiteroles have in common.”

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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Aren’t you jealous? — Takashi Mitsuya

Content: short fluff

Tropes: established relationships, miscommunication

Warnings: not proof read

Summary: You and Mitsuya who have an undying trust in one another. So much so that when Mistuya is being too nice for his own good and then struggles under the reprocution, you just sit back, grin, and watch.

Vixen's two cents: hey! This has been collecting dust in the back of my drafts so I've decided to give it some love and let it see the light of day. I love mitsuya till the day I die and it's only a matter of time till I write something for Hakkai too (cutie). Anyway, remember that my requests are open if you have au idea you'd like to see! Now enjoy!

You take joy in watching Mitsuya grow uncomfortable around the overly-friendly girl who’s hanging off him like a tick. You had told him that she was no good before but he didn’t seem to care all that much, assuring you that he could handle it. Look who’s laughing now.

And when Hakkai comes up to you, face tinged pink with confusion (perhaps frustration?), and asks you why you’re not doing anything. You just smile and say “He can handle it, and if not I’ll know when to step in.”

Kai's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, his jaw basically hitting the floor. "What do you meannnn?" he whined in disbelief. "I mean that he did that to himself, I told him not to." You looked far too relaxed for Hakkai's liking and leaned back against one of the bar chairs on the kitchen island, one hand supporting your chin, the other grasping your drink.

"Youre just gonna let that happen?" Hakkai prompts again, completely baffled. "Yeah, look, he's coming crawling to me already." You smirk teasingly and nod your head in their direction. Mitsuya, clearly displeased, was weaving his way out of the girl's grasp, making a bee-line to where you and Hakkai were, but ever incessant on wooing him, the girl followed right after him.

"Hey there." you started once he entered your circle. Mitsuya and you made brief eye contact, his gaze screaming a plea before he looked to Hakkai, to whom he gave a weak greeting. “Hi.” He breathed, voice exhausted and annoyed as he rested both arms on the counter he was lying on.

"You seem... glowing." Hakkai tries to comment awkwardly, seeing the girl weasel her way to where the three of you are standing. Mitsuya only offers a disgruntled groan in return.

"Takashiiiiii! Are these your freindssss? you wanna introduce me already??? Hahahahahahah that's so sweet!!" The girl squealed and clung herself to his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Your ears rung at her obnoxious laughter, the noise foreign and fake. The air grew uncomfortable when Mitsuya didnt respond,so she took the liberty of introducing herself, drawing out the short speech with elaborate (unnesseary) details, reaching over the counter to shake your hand.

You only looked at her, unimpressed, and look at her a bit pitifully. "This is the catch of the night Mr. Mitsuya?" you smiled down at the heap of a man, and he groaned in response. "Yes Mrs. Mitsuya, it seems that something got caught up in my net." It was a running gag between you two- and your friends to some sort: Mr and Mrs despite not being wed. It was clear that it was forever between you two though, so everyone just kinda went with it.

Little Miss disturbance didn't know of that though, and upon looking down at your hands and finding one (the wrong) ring finger embezzled with a promise ring, her mouth widened. Jaw on the floor and hands clammy, she slowly stepped away from Takashi and retreated. Fast. "It was, ah, uhh, pleasure meeting you mr and mrs mitsuya, let me know if you ever need a babysitter.”

Hakkai laughed out loud and clutched his stomach “You’re the best y/n! Man you totally owned her just now! Fuckin' wear the pants!" Te laughed and clapped a hand on Takashi’s shoulder, who had still not risen from his slumped pose. "You better not hire her though, I'll do it for free, swear I wanna watch your little beasts <3" Hakkai's voice had a serious edge now and he looked at you. "Make sure to tell me if he ever dares to treat you wrong. I'll rock his shit!"

Sighing you nod at Hakkai with a smile "Thanks Kai. Will do." you rounded the kitchen island and came to stand to next Takashi, resting your hand on his arm. "Good evening Mr. Mitsuya.” he pulled his head from the counter. "Good evening Mrs. Mitsuya." his drowsy eyes met yours - smiling as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You smiled back, and before long your lips met his in a soft exchange of endearment.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Hakkai turn red and turn away with a shy smile on his face too.

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whore-ibly-hot · 1 year

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What Friends are For.

Yandere!Best Friend x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: AFAB reader (not the case with all my stuff.), yandere content, smut, dub-con, manipulation, corruption kink, overstepping boundaries, toxic friendship.

(An: My first smut, not exactly my best, it's been in the drafts a while 😑. If you enjoy, leave a comment or feel free to request something!)

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You sigh as you roll over to look at your best friend Carl, who seems more focused on his phone than the movie that blares from his TV. When he invited you to this sleepover, you didn't expect him to act so off. The whole evening he's been a little strange, constantly fidgeting and looking at you when he thinks you're distracted.

Suddenly, a knock sounds on the door of his room, and his older sister Sherri pokes her head in with a smile. "Hey guys, me and Dan are gonna go to a checkup for the baby and see a movie after, are you two good to stay here?" She asks. "Yeah, we'll be fine, we're not babies-" Carl mumbles as he shifts from his spot on the bed, dropping his phone onto his lap. Sherri rolls her eyes, and exclaims that she was just trying to say goodbye. "I'll see you later, Sherri!" You smile sweetly as she nods in response and bids you farewell. You hear the downstairs door slam as her and Dan leave, saying something about calling the babies doctor.

"It's really cool Sherri's having a baby, Don't ya think?" You ask, turning over to Carl. He shrugs, clearly not too enthused about the whole ordeal. "I guess, she's kind of a pain in the ass with all the, uh-" He thinks "Hormones n' shit." You let out a small laugh. He grins in response and leans back against the window frame just above his bed. "But, at least now that she's pregnant I don't have to hear them fucking upstairs everynight." He shudders as he recalls the many sleepless nights of him clutching a pillow over his ears in an attempt to drown the explicit noises. You fake a gag in response. He then groans, flopping over and burying his face in the pillow. "Having to hear that shit isn't exactly great for trying to get off, fuck I'm backed up." You look up, your brows creased in confusion. "Um, 'Backed up'?" You repeat, confused. "Y'know, like, I haven't gotten any in a while?" He says, sighing when your confusion doesn't lessen at his crude explanation. "I haven't fucked lately. That's what I mean." Your eyes go wide and you look down at this. "Oh, I'm sorry?" You respond, unsure how to approach that situation. You're not familiar with anything of that nature, especially not when it comes to guys anatomy.

"Nah, you ain't gotta apologize. It's not like you can help." He says coyly, glancing at you while trying to suppress a grin. He watches as you sit with a serious expression, deep in thought. "Well, maybe I could help..." You eventually mutter, only making his grin grow wider. He knows he's got you now. "I mean, I'm not gonna say no." He pats the bed beside him, and you nervously stand to sit beside him. "I don't really have any, um, experience with this stuff." You admit, and he only nods understandingly. "It's okay, I happen to be an expert with this stuff, just do what I say, alright?" He asks. You nod. "C'mere." He pats his outstretched legs and leans up against his headboard. You slowly climb up onto his legs, trying not to be clumsy. One of his hands immediately moves to your hip, while the other cups one of your breasts through your shirt. "What are you doing?" You ask, feeling his hands explore parts of you. "Well, I can't just get it up right off the bat, I gotta get ready." He explains.

"Fuck, you look good, but-" He pauses, making you look at him with concern. "I don't know if it's gonna be enough." He sighs. He knows he's lying, just getting to touch your over your clothes gives him enough jerk-off material to last him for the next year, but you don't know that. You're so eager to help, and god, he knows you'd look even better naked, letting him touch and use whatever he wants on you. "What should I do?" You ask, not wanting to disappoint him. "Take off your shirt." He winces at how over-eager he seems, and tries to correct. "Uh, it would help, I mean." You nod, unsure. As you unbutton the front of your shirt, you feel a pit form in your stomach, making you feel a bit nauseous. You try to shake it off as just nerves, and soon your shirt is dropped off the side of Carl's bed. You sit still, looking down as Carl ogles your chest. "Look at this," He coos, touching the simply lacey bra holding your breasts. "Y'know, if I didn't know better, I would think you wore this for me." He snaps the bra strap, startling you. He laughs at the squeak of surprise you let out, before his hand slips to the back of your bra. You shiver a little as he unhooks the bra and lets it hang loosley from your shoulders. He pulls it down, now completely exposing your breasts to him.

He squeezes your left breast, trying to gauge your reaction. You tremble a little, the feeling of his hands on you is not completely terrible. "Yeah, feels kinda good, huh?" He whispers, and you can only manage a small nod. "Try doing this yourself, just rub them with your hands, try to be gentle at first if it feels bad." He says. Your hands shake slightly as you place them over your breasts, nervously beginning to rub the tender pink buds as Carl watches with a predatory gaze in his eyes. It feels odd and sensitive at first, but after a few moments small tingles shoot from your chest, making your breathing slow. "Yeah, there you go..." He eggs you on. Despite his massive hard on pressing against his pants, he fights the need to get off in favor of playing around with you a bit more. "Keep going for me, okay? I'm gonna try something real quick." He says.

Carl's hand lands on your thigh, slowly slipping under your skirt and grinning when they part slightly out of instinct. You continue to rub your chest trying to continue the good feeling and ignore the growing bad feeling that remains in your stomach. Carl looks up, watching your face as he cups the front of your panties. "Uh-" You gasp a little, feeling pressure on that very sensitive spot between your thighs. "Keep playing with your tits baby, I'm just explorin' down here." He coos, turning his attention back to his hand. He strokes over your panties, prodding gently at your clit. "Oh, C-carl?" You ask, the shock of pleasure emitting from the simple touch makes you jolt. "Yeah?" He asks. "What are you doing, down there?" You ask. "Nothing, just gonna make you feel real good. Why don't you help me out, strip these off for me, m'kay?" He asks, feigning sweetness. You nod softly, slipping the garments off your thighs. His finger begins rubbing your clit gently, the strange feeling practically making you buckle and fall down onto him. "Hey, it's cool, c'mon... you can lay on me." He encourages, his free hand pushing your weak frame down against him. As he continues rubbing, you feel a knot forming in the stomach, different from the nausea you felt earlier. You let out a few noises, too overwhelmed to be ashamed by the lewd sounds slipping from your lips.

"Mm- Carl, feels funny-" You choke out. "Come on, baby, I need more than that, can't just feel 'funny' when you're this wet for me." He chuckles. "Feels good, F-feels so good." As the feeling in your stomach builds, you feel overwhelmed and a bit frightened, but your instincts tell you to chase the feeling, You begin to jolt your hips against Carl's hand, only making his brows raise with his smile. "Woah, takin' the lead huh? You might be more sensitive than me, huh?" You don't respond, continuing to buck against his hand. "Oh god, something's happening, I'm-" You cut yourself off with a moan. "Gonna cum for me, fuck, I'll make you cum. Say how good I make you feel, c'mon." He pants, his cocky attitude fading to pure lust. When you don't respond, too wrapped up in pleasure, he pulls his finger back. You practically scream at the sudden lack of stimulation, feeling that high fading fast. "Carl, please-" You whine. "Say how good I make you feel." His tone is less friendly, and it makes you shiver, though you're too desperate to resist. "You make me feel so good, so good. Please, m-make me feel good again." You whine. He begins to rub again, but not nearly enough to get back that high. "Faster, please." You moan. He grins at how helpless and worked up you are, the feeling of knowing he's in control is almost enough to make him cum with you. "Say who's doing this to you, m'kay? Fuck, I want the whole neighborhood hearing you whore yourself out to me, c'mon." You whine again, but fulfill the request. "You, Carl. Y-your the one touching me, making me feel so good, A-ah..." A few more sudden strokes and you feel yourself coming undone, your pussy convulsing around nothing as you spout unintelligible phrases. The feeling is so overpowering that you collapse naked onto Carl's chest. Panting heavily, you glance up. He's got a boyish smile, and he moves to stroke one of the hairs from out of your face. "So good for me, huh? Such a good friend." As he says this, you remember the reason you did this in the first place. "But, I didn't help you, y'know..." You trail off, suddenly shy after all that happened. He shrugs, and says "You did plenty, besides, we'll have time for me later." He says, You blush at the suggestion. "You mean you want to do something like this again?" You ask. He nods.

"C'mon, you're my best friend, and after seeing you like that, all needy and desperate, I'm not gonna end it here." He suddenly moves so he's now over you, with you pinned against his headboard. "It's gonna feel so good baby, you right here, under me. Fuck, your pussys gonna feel so fuckin' tight, letting me ram n' and out." He pants. Your face pales at the notion. This was supposed to be a one time thing, and you had planned on losing your virginity much later in life, to whomever you married.

"C-carl, I did this because you wanted help, I can't, I mean, I'm not ready to-" You pause. "Go all the way." His smile fades a little. "Why? You don't gotta be scared, I'll be gentle. I'm your best friend, remember?" He tries to keep himself calm, and not scare you off with his frustration. "But, surely there's other people who would do stuff with you." You say, trying to make some distance between you and Carl. "Course' there is. I'm a fuckin' smokeshow." He scoffs. "But I don't want to do it with anyone but you, got it? And you're not gonna do it with anyone but me." His voice is low now, and there is a glimmer in his eye you don't recognize. You shiver as you ask "W-why not?" He rolls his eyes. "Because, you offered to help me. You're not gonna hurt a friend, and break our promise, right? I still need your help." He coos, making you look away in guilt. "I guess..." You mumble, tensing when you feel a pair of lips on your neck. "That's my baby." He presses his weight gently against you.

"This is why you're my best friend."

#reader insert #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #x reader #yancore #yandere #yandere boy #yandere content #yandere fanfiction #yandere oc #yandere smut #tw.dubcon #tw.corruption #yandere x reader #yandere fantasy #smut #afab reader #oc carl

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just-some-random-blogger · 10 months

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hello, can i request

the reader is getting frustrated because she is having trouble coming, so she tries to fake it. Morpheus figures out what she's trying to do because he knows how her pussy feels when she's tight around him, so he gets mad and stops, leaving her wanting for the next few days....then when he finally gives in , is she sharpened all night as punishment? I hope this makes some kind of sense.

Good Thing

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Lord Morpheus does not appreciate you faking it and your sweet dream turns into a nightmare.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, petty!dream, MDNI, smut (pwp, free use, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, light sadism, vaginal penetration, edging, temperature play, cunninglingus), typos, etc.

A/N: this has been in my drafts for ages T_T me so sorry. but ya know nonnie, what was so wild, when you sent this i was reading an aemond targaryen fic with he exact same prompt i was sent into orbit Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I squirm as I am hoisted on his lap. I feel Dream's hot breath on my neck. My flesh was spilling between his fingers as he kneaded them. My hands were shaking as they latched around his neck.

He felt good. He felt so good-- he really did. But I was exhausted.

Dream brushes his nose against me, palms by the curve of my hips as he maneuvered me in sync with his movements. He snapped into me with a need that could not be quelled. His thighs and abdomen were hot and sticky with my slick. My whole body was burning with sweat and remnants of the multiple orgasms he's left me, he's left in me. He mutters against my ear, his deep voice making my shaky one even more unstable, "one more, my love."

One more.

But see, he's been saying this for hours.

And when I say hours, I mean there's no sense of time in the Dreaming, and he's taken fuck me to oblivion way to fuckin' seriously. And yet -

"I assure you," he crooned as he clutched the back of my head when it got too heavy for me to keep up, "my sister will not touch you. I will not let her take what's mine. She will not come near you," he sucks on my skin, "not when I have you in such a servile state."

Fuck me.

And he did.

And he was.

Still is.

My head rested on his shoulder. My body jolted with each of his thrusts. I felt my eyes water all over again, and now even my mouth was crying. I dribble on his skin as I whine, "D-Dream."

"Shhh," he kisses my head, "let me relax," he holds me firm in my place, "we have an arrangement, don't we? You want me to do this, don't you?"

I whimper when his thumb rubs on my oversensitive nub, "p-please-"

"I know," he tuts, "I know," he purrs, claiming my mouth with his, "just one more. Can you not give your beloved king one more sweet orgasm? Don't you want me to relax, darling? You said you'd let me do anything I want-"

"Dream-"

He sits up straighter, "and I want to feel you take pleasure in my love making."

A tired cry leaves my mouth.

"I need you to feel how much I love you, my jewel," he licks my neck and nips on my skin, "one more time."

"B-but you've been s-saying that-- for hours," I feel tears streak my cheeks.

He nods and licks my tears, "I swear to you, my love," his fingers dig into my flesh, "one last rupture is all I will ask of you now."

"Promise?" I blurt desperately.

Dream peppers kisses on my neck, "you have my word."

And fair enough, fair enough, he did promise me relief after. The words of an Endless were not fickle and I should have trusted in him. I mean I did! I do! But my mortal body could only take so much and so, I did what I had to do.

I faked it.

I faked it and immediately he stopped.

Thank. Goodness.

At least... it was a thank goodness in that moment.

I caught my breath as I melted like putty on him, allowing my body to bathe in its exhaustion though I did not feel pleasure from the squirming show I just put on.

Dream's hold on me relaxes. His hands come to my thighs as he adjusted me on him.

"T-thank you," I mutter.

"What was that?"

I heave as I look at him, "I said t-"

"You did not finish," he cuts, one hand coming to my back to keep me in place as he pulled back to scowl at me.

My silence proved me guilty. My stutter decided my sentence.

Dream's nostril flare and his jaw hardens, "hmmm." He reaches out for my face and pushes back my sweat soaked hair, "did you think I would not realize?"

I squeak when he pulls me off him and sets me down on his side. I fidget as I feel the cushion of the bed on my swollen, dampened thighs. I reposition myself uncomfortably as he leans on his knees and sighs.

"Dream-"

"I will not forget this."

"... w-what?"

Dream turns to me, eyes darker than normal, face tense and clearly irritated, "you will learn not to resort to trickery with me, insolent girl."

Well, fuck. "My love-"

I don't get to speak as he stands and eyes me in disdain, "if you do not want me to touch you-"

"I didn't say I don't want you to touch-"

"-then I shall have my leave and keep my hands to myself."

I sigh in frustration as I watch him walk away from me. I crumble on the bed and slam my head on the sheets. I look up and see he's already by the door, his clothing already manifested on him, "Dream. Dream, please-"

Dream reaches for the knob and slams the door shut on his way out.

For the next week, the whole Dreaming would be walking on eggshells around their king and it was all my doing.

A harsh winter fell on the Dreaming. Everyone was fighting for their life in the cold and I could no longer let them suffer because of my unintended offence and his exaggerated pettiness.

I manage to get Mervyn make Dream go to the throne room.

The throne room echoes, "so, you've resorted to trickery once more, brat."

I turn over my shoulder and jolt when I see Dream already looming over me. I clutch my chest as I look up at him, "don't be ridiculous. Am I not guest who can ask for the attention of the king?"

"No," he rebuts.

The windows of the throne room begin to get battered by hail. I flinch when a large, icy stone breaks through the glass. I turn to the thing on the floor, back to the being that was the reason why there was an eternal frost, "Dream, please-"

"So, I do not please you?" his voice reverberates through my rib cage as his form is obscured and grows larger.

My heart races as I reach out and try to touch him. My hands go through his form and I whimper, "my love."

He growls.

I gasp when his icy hand takes my cheek.

"You have offended me beyond reparation."

I flinch at his touch. Cold begins to creep up on me. I bite back the quip lingering on my tongue. How dramatic of him.

I try to reach out to him again and this time, he lets me touch him. I feel something like shoulders and I pull on him, "puppy, please-"

"Do not insult me," he barks, face coming into view as he looks down on me, "I've had enough of you."

A shiver runs down my spine.

His hand dig into the roots of my hair. He pulls my locks back and tilts my head up, "so..." he inhales deeply, "how shall I get retribution? What will you to to appease me?"

My pulse quickens. I bite my lip, "anything."

He scoffs, "and have you trick me again?"

"I -" I shudder when he circles around me, "I promise I won't complain. I'll be a good girl."

"I do not believe you," he leans into my neck from behind, "insect."

Goosebumps form on my skin, "Dream-"

He places a hand on my mouth, "silence."

I squeal into his hand and do my best not to squirm at the ice cold of his palm now scouring my body. He breathes against my skin and I flinch at the cold.

"Oh," he mocks, hand coming off my mouth, "are you cold, my love?"

I suck in a sharp breath, "y-yes."

He hums and kisses my jaw. His lips are ice cold, "my poor girl."

I flinch when his hands trace upward underneath my shirt, "perhaps removing your clothes will help you," he pulls my top off, "don't you agree?"

I shiver and pant at the notion.

"Well?" he coaxes.

I find myself nodding, "y-yes."

Dream kisses my cheek repeatedly, "very good."

He turns me around and begins to strip me naked. I begin to shiver more violently when I'm left bare. I feel my nose begin to clog.

Fuck, I'm going to die.

"D-D-Dream," I shudder, "I'm fre-eezing."

He pulls me into his chest. He is an icicle. He caresses my cheeks, "shhh," he leans in and kisses me, "you're mine. Nothing else will touch you but me," he lifts me up, "isn't that right?"

"R-r-r-r-ight," I wrap my legs around him.

I let out a hiss when I am upon a cold surface. I realize then that I was sat on his throne.

I continue to shiver as he pulls away and looks down on me. He tilts his head as snow begins to powder the room, "you will not touch me," he bends down, "am I understood?"

I nod quickly as I watch him drop to his knees.

He sighs, steam wafting up from his lips, "good girl."

I hiss, nails digging into the armrest, when his suddenly hot fingers touch my shaking knees and part them, "sweet Mary- fuck-"

He snorts, steam coming out of his nostrils, "you will not say any other name but mine."

I pant heavily as he takes my legs and throw them over his shoulder. I whine and so badly want to grab at him when I feel how warm he is. I lean into him and cry out when his mouth connects with my freezing skin. My belly quakes for multiple reasons when his large hand rubs my skin. My nails scrape the wood on the armrest. I scream his name out helplessly.

He sighs in satisfaction. I hear him in my head: very good.

I screw my eyes shut and rut into him, "please let me touch you."

"Never," he rather instantaneously retorts.

It continues like this. I tremble at his ministrations while snow continues to build all over the throne room, save for the area around him.

"Fuck," I shake off snow from my shoulder. I flinch when I feel his tongue working on me. I could barely feel my fingers though my lower half was warm, "p-please, my hands-"

My cries fall deaf on his ears.

It continues like this up until my voice is hoarse and my calves are shaking at the feel of him eating me up.

"F-fu- D-Dream-"

"Mmm," he finally looks up at me, face wet with slick and saliva.

Fuck, I hate him but he was so pretty. "P-please- m-my hands," I shudder."

I could see the warmth radiating off him, "what of your hands, little bug?"

"T-they're so cold-"

I whimper when he takes my hands and places them on his cheeks, "better?"

I nod, "thank y-you."

Dream smiles softly, placing a burning kiss on the inside of my thigh, "good girl."

My belly spasms when I feel his hot breath on my core again, "tell me. Will my beautiful toy trick her master again?"

I let out a overwhelmed sound when he slowly sinks his teeth into my aching core. I arch my back and dig my fingers in his hair, pulling firmly. My toes curl as I whimper, "n-no."

He hums against me. It makes me squeal.

He takes my legs and pushes me back, hanging my legs on the armrest, "you swear it to me?"

I whimper when he pulls away from my thighs and rises to his feet to kiss me. I bring him close and relish the feel of his warmth, "yes," I sink my face into his neck and rub my cheek on his skin, "yes! I swear, I swear-"

"Mmm," he places his arms around me, "I believe you."

Dream rubs his hands down my shoulders then my thighs and pulls back.

I look up at him as snowflakes fall onto his hair and lashes. He smiles at me then rubs my cheek with his warm hand, "best find your clothes in the snow, my love. It would be unfortunate if you caught a cold."

"W-What?"

With that, he retreats and wraps his coat around himself.

I shiver and watch my breath condense in the air Dream walks off, treading easily through the snow.

When I realize what was happening, I curl into myself and feel my body shake. Was it the cold? Anger? Betrayal? Who knew.

"Come quick, pretty girl. I will prepare a cup of tea for you in the kitchen," he calls over his shoulder, licking his lips as he heads for the door.

I hiss when I attempt to step into the snow. I whimper and look up as I clutch my chest, "you're not seriously leaving me? Dream?! DREAM!"

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eusion · 2 months

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪and july ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ college!nicholas x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.2k

content ⌒☆ drinking, slightly suggestive

note ⌒☆ idk this has been sittin in my drafts

"this skirt is riding up my ass ... "

on a normal friday night u usually find urself staying in ur apartment, tucked away in ur knitted blanket while chipping away at missing assignments. although 90% of the time ur on ur laptop, ur usually online shopping or binge watching a random tv show on hulu. its been a long week for u, finally finishing ur midterms all while juggling ur work responsibilities. u never settled for an easy-going lifestyle and u were fine with that. if anything, fulfilling ur own responsibilities was more than enough to keep u satisfied.

thus, u have never had a boyfriend. u never found it in urself to spark up conversations with anyone other than ur friends or teachers. no one particularly peaked ur interest and u never felt the societal pressure of finding someone to like. and by no means were u ever deemed unattractive, u knew u had a few admirers urself, but it was not something u paid any attention to.

the amounts of 'ur single?' 'uve never kissed anyone?' 'yeah, but what about this guy?' felt endless. it turned u off from the idea of relationships even more.

so u werent sure how or why u managed to get pulled out of the comfort of ur room with nothing but a pair of heels and a short, skimpy dress. tugging at the hem of ur skirt attempting to cover up what was left of ur dignity deemed to be useless, only revealing bits of ur strapless bra the more u pulled it down. ur two friends were frequent party goers, knowing most of frat row since theyre there every free weekend they have.

the cold air bites against ur skin and u start regretting that u didnt bring ur nice leather jacket. as u clutch onto ur friends arms for dear life, u all finally make it to the front door of a house uve seen in passing from ur daily walks to campus. seeing it at night was so much different from what u were used to. the windows were filled with colorful flashing lights with silhouettes of people having conversations and dancing. some people were standing on the lawn outside passing around what seemed to be half a blunt, a man passed out right in the middle of their group.

"lucky we dragged u along for this party! this might be one of the good ones" ur friend excitedly knocks on the door, rubbing against ur own arm for warmth. u werent sure why u were nervous, u never found it hard to talk to people but for some reason u felt like u were going to go into cardiac arrest. ignoring the constant calls from the men settled on the lawn who were obviously drunk. u were completely distracted from the noise that u didnt even notice that the front door finally opened.

"leave them alone man" said a taller male, throwing an empty cup at the group of men on the lawn. followed by a string of yells & protests, u glance up and find ur friends joking around with the dude that just littered. his hair was black and slightly long, one ear having a dangly earring. hes wearing a black shirt that hugs his frame a bit too nicely along baggy ripped jeans equipped with chains. as ur observing him, his eyes glance over, raising an eyebrow at u. almost in a teasing way, he sends a u toothy smile, glancing over his shoulder and resting his arm against the frame of the door.

"entry is $5, but for you, i can let u in for free"

all u could do was slightly part ur mouth in response, no words coming out. was he serious? ur friends roll their eyes in unison obviously used to this man's behavior, shoving past his frame followed by a "very funny, nicholas". u follow promptly behind since all ur arms were still tightly linked, and as u looked behind ur shoulder to check back at the front door, he was shooting u another signature smile before walking off to find his own crowd.

several shots in & three hard seltzers later, u became a lot more loose around the huge crowd of people. u found a few familiar faces that shared a couple of classes with u, each person almost shocked that u even came to a function like this. all u could do was shoot a smile, cheers their can with ur own & walk away to mingle. it was hot & steamy on the main floor, every person who was wearing glasses having fogged up lenses. 'this isnt terrible' u thought. its almost as if a lightbulb lit u above ur head after realizing going out every once in a while is a good thing.

ur phone pinged for the tenth time and besides ignoring it like u have for the majority of the night, u flip ur screen over to find that u have an assignment due at midnight tonight. curses & panic run through your mind, bringing urself to the staircase to walk up to the empty level of the house. ur back crashes against the wall as u slide down, reading the canvas post as u begin drafting out ur paper right then and there. ur fingers are rapidly typing all while thinking 'im never going to finish this ...'

"u seem fun at parties"

ur brows furrow in response, breaking contact with ur phone, ur eyes settle on someone a lot more pleasant.

"go on. dont let me stop u"

that same toothy grin was lit up by the rgb lights in the hallway, taking a seat right next to u as he sips on the warm jungle juice. ever since u came here, u were never in the right state of mind especially after all of those shots. focusing on ur assignment was difficult in a setting like this ... and even more difficult now that theres a very attractive man breathing over ur shoulder.

"do u mind ..." u shoot, back now slightly facing towards him in attempts to cover ur phone screen. ur fingers are busy typing but somehow there are zero words written for this assignment. u have about 40 minutes left until midnight.

u almost couldnt stand his overwhelming presence right next to u. the scent of his cologne was strong even through the smell of the dark, musty house. ur ears shut the music out once u notice something moving in the corner of ur eye, his hand snatching ur phone away faster than u can react. the alcohol in ur system didnt make ur response time any better, and honestly, neither did his.

"give that back, ur gonna send in an empty assignment ... "

he laughs at watching ur attempts at retrieving ur device back, his arm raised up high in the air as u lean over trying to retrieve it. all of this commotion, u dont even realize ur dress riding up high on ur thighs, a strap of ur dress falling off of ur shoulder.

its no doubt nicholas notices how vulnerable u are. he wasnt sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that ur practically half-naked in front of him. with wavering eyes, he clears his throat, quickly tossing ur phone on ur lap before grabbing a discarded jacket that was left in the hallway by a random and wrapping it around ur shoulders.

u watch as he gets up, softly patting at ur head before heading back downstairs. it wasnt clear to someone like u who was extremely faded, but a clear blush was spread across his face.

"u got at least 30 minutes to finish that assignment, u got this"

and 30 minutes later ...

u didnt finish ur assignment.

instead, u were left in the hallway, simmering in ur own thoughts of nicholas.

#&team fluff #&team scenarios #&team #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team nicholas

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yee-haw!!

sub! dan hiroki x dom!reader

cw: dom!reader, sub!character, afab!reader, pegging, accidental biting (is this even a thing?), a teeny tiny bit of cum eating at the end, kind of mean reader but not really

i feel like i forgot a lot so tell me if missed something

wc: 1.7k

This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks..

Also I want to add that english isn’t my first language. This is just a fun way to waste time, when im bored but if people actually like it I can post some more of my drafts.

but yeah.. Enjoy!

“Ride me"

You said while aggressively making out with Dan on your lap. He was clawing at your still clothed upper body, making sure not to scratch you. Even though you wouldn't mind him scratching you because it would show you that you're making him feel good, and he can't get enough of you. His knees are caging your thighs with more force than you're used to. He is so fucking desperate.

"y/n, please. You know-"

"Try at least?" You uttered with both of your hands resting on the side of his face to direct his lust-filled eyes to yours. You're well aware that Dan is very much a pillow princess and prefers for you to do all the work but you just can't help but want to see how he'll look completely crumbled just by the thought alone of having to put any effort into receiving pleasure. It's not fair to him, and you know it.

But when have you ever been fair?

"I- alright, sure then. Hand me the lube!" he voiced assertively while shaking his head to free himself from your hold and opening his hand for you to place the lube in. After you did that, he grasped the bottle with a tight grasp. Open's it and pours some of the thick liquid onto his fingers and guides them to his hole.

"You know I can help with that," you get ahold of his waist, gracefully dipping every one of your fingers into his side to hear his little wince.

"No! I want to do this alone"

Dan just knew that if he let you touch him already, he would fold too quickly for his liking. He doesn't want to cum too early as he doesn't want to disappoint you. Two slow fingers ease up his hole in and out. Slight moans escape his lips as he is fingering himself, trying to loosen up for you. He bites his bottom lip and flops his forehead on your shoulder trying to hide his face from you while his unoccupied hand is still clutching your shoulder tight.

"You're doing so good for me, Dan," you whispered while snaking a hand up his nape and keeping it tangled in his hair.

You can feel him shiver at your remark. He was always so weak when it came to getting praised by you. He wants you to do the fingering so bad, but then it'll all be over so soon. He bites his bottom lip harder to get over this pathetic want he is feeling. He adds another finger, now three fingers fucking himself without many difficulties.

"Ok, I think I'm ready for you," Dan raises his head to meet your eyes and guides his fingers out of his hole. He repositions his hips on your lap from all the squirming he had done. (The strap was already attached to you and all)

"Let me just remind you… I won't be doing anything, ok? I want you to do all the work, and I want you to come just like that, are we understood?" Dead silence and a face of disbelief from Dan meet you.

"I said, are we understood?" You repeat.

"What- yes sure of course…" he answered startled.

"You can back out anytime you know the safe word, right?"

"Yea but I want to try"

"Ok, then put it inside"

His hand took hold of the length. It wasn't an unfamiliar length, he's very well acquainted with it, but now the length and the girth seemed to be somewhat scary from this new perspective. After a few lazy meaningless strokes to waste time, he lowered himself on the strap and felt like that alone drained all of his energy for the entire night. The overwhelming rush of pleasure nearly knocked him over as he bottomed out, feeling the tip reach places no other strap or dildo had hit before. Both of your hands were resting on your sides, nowhere near his body, and it frustrated Dan so much.

He reached out for your hand and tried to place it on his hip. But you quickly removed your hand and left him shocked.

"I said no, Dan," you said sternly.

"It's just your hand, please"

The way the frustration is leaking from his voice makes you feel so hot in your abdomen. He craved your physical touch and attention so much. And this feeling of being needed that desperately just did something to you.

"I don't like repeating myself and you know it. And stop sitting on my dick without moving. Won't you get on with it already?"

With that, he hides his face again by letting his forehead fall into the crook of your neck. With his hand on your shoulder again.

"Move"

You can feel his body gradually heating up from being so flustered. His hips move up with the perfect back arch you could have the pleasure of witnessing. Him sticking his ass out like this, seeing him show off, made you feel lightheaded. You had to physically refrain from touching his mole right above his left ass cheek. He is so gorgeous, and you try to make sure that he knows that every day by complimenting and praising him. You were dying to touch him with such insatiability, and it wasn't fair because this was supposed to be a hard thing for him but not for you. So why is it so hard to keep your hands off his hot and warm-blushing body?

Moans and whimpers are the only things audible aside from his exaggerated sighs to show you that he can't do it anymore. A rapid up and down motion are what his goal was, but it never feels the way it is supposed to feel.

With a pleading look, he tries to persuade you into forgetting the whole "not touching him and making him cum on his own by riding" thing.

You didn't say anything at all. A cold stare-down is the only thing you give him while you have to do everything in your power to stand your ground and not fumble and keep up the facade. Dan continues to bounce on your dick, hands, and arms slinging to your neck in a tight embrace to keep you close while he fucks himself on you. The clapping sound by now turned into a pleasant melody in your ears.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking close,"

"Yes, yes, just keep going,"

"I can't. I just can't cum like this y/n, please,"

Dan uses his hand to direct your face to his.

"Just turn me around and fuck me hard, please. I can't cum like this"

Your continuous hard stare is what brought him to frustration and tears. He kept bouncing, trying to reach his climax, but it simply would not come. His legs were shaking, and he couldn't stop spasming like crazy. What is he supposed to do?

His face inches closer to yours and connects his lips with yours, exposing his crimson flushed face to make you fold and give him what he wants.

What he needs.

Both of you fall back down to the mattress after Dan purposely put pressure on your upper body. You reciprocate the kiss with great pleasure but try to hold back on touching him. Just his cheeks, you say. Your hands rise to his cheeks, holding them gently while crashing your tongue into his mouth, muffling all his pathetic moans from the strap still ramming his insides. Dan moves his head away to grasp some air and speak his mind.

"y/n, I mean it. I can't come like this. I have been trying, please help me. Please-"

You turn him around with his back hitting the mattress and you kneeling in-between his spread legs. He couldn't even say a word and just clung his arms around your neck for another hug and not to hide his excessive blush from you.

One hand of his is placed on the back of your skull keeping your head down while you push your dick into him again, fucking him desperately.

You finally touch him! You roam your hands all over his hips and waist and gradually go up his arched spine while still maintaining a steady pace.

Tears in his eyes start to pool up again, and his inability to keep his mouth closed because of the pleasure makes his face look so arousing.

"Fuck, oh my! That's it! You're-" he came hard, and a lot while muffling his screaming by biting hard in your flesh right above your collarbone which had you wince in pain.

"Ow, Dan! What the actual fuck!" You shout, pushing him off you out of reflex. Your right hand comes flying to the wounded mark on your shoulder as if it was bleeding and you were in desperate need to stop it.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry…" he was so out of it. His whole stomach and chest had splatters of cum on them, reflecting light from around the room as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly. He didn't hold back, did he, you thought.

"I would have been screaming way too loud. I just didn't-"

"What do you mean? You live so secludedly up here. No one would have heard you 'screaming'"

You touch his stomach with your index and your middle finger and go further north gathering his cum in the process.

"you just wanted to bite me, didn't you", you giggled.

"No, no i swear-"

"Open your mouth!"

Without any protest, he opened his mouth welcoming your cum coated fingers. He closed his eyes, enjoying every drop of it. And here you thought it could have been some kind of punishment for him.

He tremored, still overwhelmed by the intense orgasm he had.

"l'm sorry for biting you," he repeatedly murmured.

"Shh it's ok, it's ok,"

It wasn't ok. You now have a big bite mark above your collarbone. How are you going to explain that if someone sees it?

But just the way he's laying there completely exhausted and tired from going so rough at it makes you smile in triumph. You hate to admit it, but Dan might be your biggest weakness. You can't stay mad at him for too long. Whatever it is.

You keep this sadistic smile until you stand up.

"Wait! Where are you going?" He asked desperately.

"Hey, I'm just getting a wet towel. I don't really want all this cum on your body to dry, you know.."

#welp here you go #dom!reader #dan hiroki #brutal manga #sub!character #idk how tumblr works #and tags #i feel old

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Would you be interested in writing a drabble for my favourite DJ?

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

For you? Anything!

Good for a Laugh

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey unintentionally makes you laugh. Word Count: Almost 630 Warnings: Laughter, implied oral, hot man wearing panties, balls, I don't even know what these warnings are at this point, Mickey Henry (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Life has been crazy, so why not something short and fun for Sinday? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist

When it came to sex, Mickey Henry could do no wrong in your eyes. Maybe it was because he looked like a mix of a god and sin incarnate with his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes. It could have also been because he was confident without being arrogant about his sexual prowess. It wasn't an easy line to toe, but he made it seem effortless. It was part of his charm.

But tonight when he walked in, his arms opened wide as he smiled from ear to ear?

You laughed.

And it wasn't a dismissive snort or a giggle. It was a soft sound that grew the longer you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow as the sound filled the room, clutching your stomach and nearly falling off the edge of your bed. Your sides ached and it took a second to make your head stop spinning as you tried to catch your breath.

Kind of like after the mind shattering orgasms he gave you.

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

You didn't mean to laugh. You truly didn't. And seeing the small pout on his face as his hands went to his hips, you feared you'd start all over again. But you couldn't. Not if you wanted to feel the rings on his fingers dig into your skin within the next few minutes.

"I'm sorry. It's just…" you gestured to his bulge. "My panties? Really?"

Mickey smirked as he did a small spin. The blue lace made him look prettier, which you didn't think was possible. You also wished you could smack his handsome face because why did his ass look better in your underwear?

"Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about. I mean. They're kind of comfortable, but I prefer you without them. Easier access and all that."

Your chaotic man, always ready for a good time with you. "They look good on you."

He sauntered over to where you sat and part of you was tempted to grab him a pair of heels, just to see how well he could walk in them. "Then why are you laughing?" he questioned, running his palms along the top of your thighs.

You shivered as he leaned down, just out of reach for a kiss. "Your balls are out."

Mickey took a couple of steps back, which gave you a nice eyeful as his hand went to his crotch to feel. "Thought I tucked them in."

The laughter began to bubble up from your throat again as he tried to push them into the fabric. You discovered very early on that he was packing heavy when it came to those bad boys. Your panties didn't stand a chance. "Did you not FEEL a draft?"

"I mean, I felt a little cold," he chuckled as he ran his other hand through his fluffy hair. "I carry a lot of heat down there, baby. They're huge."

"They are," you agreed, clenching as you pictured them smacking against your bare skin. "And I'm ready for you to sex me up."

"I didn't ruin the moment?" he smiled, showing that he was unphased by your earlier laughter.

You slid off the edge of the bed to drop to your knees, smiling as you gently pushed his hand away. One of the reasons you loved him was because he made you laugh. He always showed you a good time. He deserved the same.

"Never. Feel free to wear any of my panties you want."

"Any of them?" he groaned, his head tipping back as you mouthed at the fabric.

"Yep. In fact, let's see if I can make you ruin these before you even get inside me."

*****

Happy Sinday. Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat writes #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry x female reader #mickey henry x you #mickey henry x y/n #mickey henry fanfiction #mickey henry imagine #mickey henry #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan

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moonydustx · 4 hours

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Zoro, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy (Cross guild), Whitebeard, Izou, and Charlotte Katakuri x Reader where They are in a Disney/ Fairy tale Story? (I've been watching Disney lately, and it's living in my Brain-Free.) Also a bonus: They break out in a song number.~

Hi Hi! I think this was the most complicated request I've ever received and to be honest, all my drafts didn't get anywhere that was interesting to read. So, in order not to be left without an answer, but also not to deliver something terrible, I decided to change the format a little (and I really hope you don't hate me for it)

Even though her father (grandfather in this version) is against all this, our little mermaid wants to find the surface world (again, pirate world) and see all the wonders that await him. You'll make different friends along the way and, above all, collect incredible things like a certain hat along the way.

Luffy

Our Beauty and the Beast story is a little more troubled here. Instead of a beast cursed by the witch, we just have an evil-looking and somewhat threatening man who still hasn't found a reason to let anyone get close to him. When the right person arrives, he will definitely become someone lovable - even if it involves some fights, wars and everything that can prevent anyone from interfering in the lives of the two of you.

Crocodile, Katakuri

Living the best life, without growing up, without responsibilities, just him and his people living happily in Neverland and disturbing the life of the pirate who passes by. Despite trying to bring our beloved Peter Pan to the real world, you would ultimately understand that Neverland is the place made for him to be free.

Buggy

I know, I know it's not exactly a fairy tale. But, our beloved Puss in Boots would be just as stubborn, adventurous and showy as this one. His sword would be the sharpest and most agile of all the kingdoms, apart from all the flame that only he has.

Mihawk

Bonus point: in a universe where Cross Guid is made up of enemies and we are in fairy tales/animations, Crocodile would be the wolf in the second film.

This one would be Sleeping Beauty, I don't think we even need to explain why. However, this sleeping beauty here chose to sleep for days straight after being in battle and when you tried to wake him up in a kind way - aka, the kiss of love - he hated it, after all, he was in the best part of sleep.

Zoro (and I'd include Buggy here too, I can see him grumbling about it).

The world was just a small view of the tower his mother trapped him in and of course, his mother knows better. Until he found himself being saved by someone fearless, brave (a bit of a scoundrel) who took him from his cruel mother's clutches and took him to explore the world - and that includes the nearest bakery.

Charlotte Katakuri, Sabo (I mean, his parents were pretty shitty)

He would definitely be Mufasa and he would make us suffer terribly with his loss, but he would have been a great father. (and you can't tell me that Ace wouldn't be the son with the chaotic and adventurous spirit also known as Simba)

Whitebeard

Bonus:

He would have to put up with you singing Let It Go in any situation, but he probably wouldn't get angry about it. Except when you were in a more intimate moment and you said that the cold wouldn't bother you anyway (and of course, he would create little ice drawings for you in the winter)

Aokiji

We also have Snow White: dreamy, kind, fearless too. Instead of seven dwarves, he has loyal companions. Some are more serious and angry, but ready to help our Snow White here and other cute and funny eaters.

Shanks (and yes Benn Beckman is our angry one in this one) ---

a/n: ok, I had more fun writing this than I thought I would

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #shanks x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #luffy x reader #sabo x reader #katakuri x reader #whitebeard x reader #crocodile x reader #mihawk x reader #buggy x reader #aokiji x reader

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askzworld · 11 months

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Emalee we need a fic like your recent innie one (I loved it btw 10/10) but y/n taking care of Hyunjin I’m begging it’d be so cute. Maybe when he has the stomach flu too and doesn’t wanna bother y/n cus she’s busy but she catches on and helps him?? 💓💓

omg yes this is such a cute idea 🥹! also thank you for the positive feedback, it means so much to me! if you have any more fic requests fill free to send them to me!

let me know..

sick!hyunjin x reader, implied relationship, pet names like baby, my boy, darling, lovely, MENTION OF VOMITING, CRYING, DEHYDRATION, & BULLYING/HATE

i placed my bag on the back of hyunjins chair and booted up my computer at the desk in his room. waiting for hyunjin would definitely take a while, so i decided to start a university essay iv been procrastinating on. as i sighed and started typing up a draft to base it off, hyunjin walked into the room.. 2 hours earlier than usual.

“well you’re quite early today.” i said softly as i stood up from my seat. “yeah- minho said we did good today so.. we uh, got done early, are you doing a essay?” he looked over my head at my open computer and empty doc. “i was going to start it while i waited for you but since you’re home early..it can wait another day.” he shook his head at me and looked at the bathroom, avoiding the eye contact i tried to make with him. i noticed his body tense up a little and he looked at me for about .1 of a second.

“im going to go shower, go work on your essay, okay? don’t wanna get behind do you, darling?” i shook my head as he turned to me again and gave me a smile. as he walked into the bathroom, i couldn’t help but notice him clutch his stomach just a tiny bit. i guessed that he might’ve been sore from dance practice so i shrugged it off. i sat back down at the chair and pulled my legs up to my chest as i stared at the wall, trying to think of how to start it. i heard the shower head squeak on and water started to poor.

i couldnt think, the only one thing that filled my head was the way hyunjin acted. was he getting hate from social media again? or maybe he was just tired. i turned my focus to the empty doc and watched the small line blink, then fade away. laying on my head on the keyboard out of defeat of my writers block, the keys pressed under the pressure and the letters and symbols appeared on the screen. I turned my head to the side to see a framed photo of me and hyunjin backstage during their maniac tour. He was holding his phone out as he kissed his cheek, eyes closed gently, as i winked, held his cheeks and looked at the camera.

a smile appeared at the sight of the familiar picture. i picked it up to look at it closer, han and minho were making faces at us in the background. then a lightbulb went off in my head. i knew what i was going to write about! i placed the picture back in its place and backspaced all the letters and symbols that had been accidentally pressed into the doc.

i started typing and typed faster than i thought i could. i was so emerged into the essay, i didn’t even notice Hyunjin walk out of the bathroom, change into sweats and a white tee, and crawl into bed. well, that was until about 2 to 3 hours later, my computer was 10% to dying. i sighed and saves the doc before closing the computer and plugging it in. i turned to see hyunjins sleeping figure, his legs bent at his knees and his hands rested under his cheek.

i was slightly confused but he looked so peaceful. he never fell asleep before me, he always made sure i went to sleep before him. i came to a conclusion that today was just hard for him, and he was really tired. I changed into some shorts and a baggy tee i stole from his a few days ago. it was one of his shirts that had been smothered in paint. i thought it looked beautiful, even it was just some splattered colored on a basic light grey tee. it was so beautiful to me, because of the fact that it was made by my boy, my hyunjin.

i slipped into the bed next to him, throwing my arms around his middle. he shivered in his sleep despite feeling hotter than usual. i looked at his face as it scrunched up in slight discomfort. i brought my hand up to his face to brush some hair out of his face, brushing his cheek and forehead in the process. both felt unusually hot. i frowned, thinking possibly hes sick.. but he would’ve told me? he always does. i sighed closing my eyes to fall asleep with him, id make sure to take care of him in the morning.

i woke up to feel hyunjin getting out of bed beside me. “jinnie?” i mumbled, seeing his figure turn in the dark. “im just going to the bathroom..” i sighed and pick up my phone from the bedside table. it was 2:42 am. “just go back to sleep, okay lovely? I’ll be back in a few minutes..” i sighed and laid back in the bed. as he went into the bathroom, i heard him cough a few times and then i thought i heard him.. vomit? “jinnie?”

i opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, hunched over the toilet. i didn’t say another word, i just walked up behind him and held his slightly long, black hair away from his face. the lingering feeling of his skin felt like fire against my fingertips. as i held his hair with one hand, i held his hand gently with the others. “im sorry” he coughed out. he got finished throwing up and laid his head against my chest. i felt a droplet fall onto my leg. i held his head in my hands to look him in the eyes

“why are you crying baby?” i asked as i brushed a tear off his cheek with my thumb. “im sorry i didnt tell you.. im sorry you have to take care of me. i-i know you have an essay to do and- i-“ i kissed his forehead and held him close to my chest again. “don’t apologize.. the essay can wait, ill take care of everythin. of you, my university work, everything.. but you’re my first priority, okay?” i hugged his shoulders as he nodded and sniffed softly. “why didn’t you tell me you were sick my boy?” “you looked so concentrated on your essay.. i didn’t want to make you loose your train of thought.”

i laughed softly. “you we’re my train of thought, i was writing an essay about the cons of being in love with someone.” “you wrote about me?” he whispered as he met his eyes with mine. “yes.. and id do it a thousand times more, i love you hyunjin.. let me take care of you?” “okay..i love you too yn.” i kissed the crown of his head a few times before laughing. “let’s get you into bed, yeah? ill get you some medicine and water.. i know your dehydrated.”

we stood up together and i brought him to bed, tucked him in and set up a desk fan on his night stand. “have i ever told you have good you are to me?” he laughed and held my hand. “all the time..” i respond with a smile. “ill get you some medicine and water, then we can go back to sleep, okay?” “what about your classes tomorrow?” he frowned. “don’t worry, ill work online. ill even work in bed with you if you want.” i brushed his hair back into a ponytail. “and ill talk to minho and chan tomorrow, you won’t have to worry, okay?” “thank you lovely..” “of course.”

i left the room and grabbed him a ice cold water and some medicine. when I came back he smiled at me, taking the medicine, and downing most of the water. “will you stay with me all night?” he asked as he pulled me into bed with him. “however long you want.” he smiled again and held me in his arms. “goodnight, my lovely girl.” “goodnight, my hyunjinnie.”

#stray kids #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz #stray kids scenarios #skz hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x reader

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melishade · 4 months

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Number 11?

This ask game

Eren and Megatron bonding in the Dark Timeline.

When the boy had alerted Megatron that he wanted to train in the middle of the night, he knew that something was wrong. But Megatron obliged anyway. It was brutal in its own right. Just because the boy was weaker than him doesn't mean that he was going to pull his punches. The boy needed to be prepared for war.

However, Megatron knew something was wrong when he went for an attack he knew that Eren could block, and it landed a direct hit. Eren clutched his side in pain and collapsed to the ground. Megatron saw the titan shifter's wounds heal. He saw the steam rise up from his body and evaporate, but Eren didn't want to get up. He was still trembling and holding his side, and the former warlord could hear the familiar sounds of sniffling. His hair covered his eyes, but he could see the lubricant falling.

By the Allspark, the child was crying.

"You said you wanted to train," Megatron remarked as he walked forward; however, the boy turned his body away from him. Something was bothering him, but Megatron didn't know what.

"Look, Eren, I'm not Optimus. I can't read your emotions and find a solution," Megatron reminded, annoyed.

"I know," Eren sighed, "It's why I asked to train. I...I thought it'd be easier. You probably see crying as a weakness, so maybe punching the problem would be better."

Megatron sighed as he squatted down in front of Eren. "Good to know you think so little of my intelligence."

"You think so little of humans," Eren spat out.

"Fair," Megatron wasn't going to retort, "But crying is a weakness. It's a weapon that your enemy can use to defeat you and manipulate you."

Eren was prepared for that to be the end of it, but nearly let out a gasp when he felt a hand on his head. He glanced through his bangs to see Megatron staring at him.

"That is why you only show your weakness to those you can trust," Megatron declared.

Megatron could see Eren staring at him in surprise. He expected the boy to leave and find his friends or something, but more tears streamed down his face as it contorted to one that mirrored sorrow.

"I...I miss him," Eren whimpered.

Megatron sighed as the boy continued to cry. He gently patted his head, but grunted when the boy tackled him into a hug. Megatron was going to remove, feeling uncomfortable with invasion of space, but...he decided against it. He merely let his arms rest on the ground.

"...I miss him too," Megatron confessed.

(I have #17 in the drafts but everything else is free game. And don't forget to vote in the pilot poll)

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linguisticparadox · 2 years

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EDIT: the most up-to-date edit is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43221607

Okay it's a bit rough (bc I only wrote the first draft a few hours ago fjcjh go figure) buuuuut here we goooo

Cling to Hope

Mina's journal

Thank God, it is over! We are on the train homeward at last, and Jonathan is finally sleeping peacefully beside me as I write. The curse is lifted--but, oh, what a price we have all paid!

Dear Van Helsing and Jack have remained behind to see to Quincey. Oh, I can hardly believe that such a man as him should die--but then, all men must die someday, and he gave his life in a worthy cause. What more can any man ask for? I can still see him when I close my eyes, pale and still in the snow, supported in my husband's arms as the cloud of his last breath fades from the air; and then, poor Jack coming and taking his body, oh, so gently from Jonathan, who staggers to his feet and gropes for me silently, pale and shaking...

The poor dear did not speak a word all the way from that dreadful place to the train station, but only clung to my left arm, the kukri hanging untouched by his side, a hollow look in his eyes. Once we had settled in the train car, he sat close beside me, clutching my arm with both hands, leaning on me with his face pressed into my shoulder. Arthur sat silently across from us, sometimes sneaking glances at us with an expression I might almost have called worry, but mostly discreetly averting his eyes, as if from an intimate scene.

The train had been moving for only a few minutes when I felt Jonathan shift against me, and take in a wet, shaking breath. The exposed fabric on my shoulder felt suddenly cold in the air, and I perceived that it was damp. I reached over with my right hand, and smoothed his hair back, and kissed his poor white head.

"What is the matter, darling?" I soothed, though I had a struggle to keep my own voice steady against the sudden emotion that welled up in my chest. Arthur turned his head to watch us again. "Why are you crying?"

He shook his head. "I don't know," he moaned, his voice muffled by the fabric of my sleeve. "I don't know. I--I can't stop." I felt him shudder as his fragile composure gave way, and he began to sob.

Arthur reached out his right hand and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. "Poor fellow," he murmured.

Jonathan's left hand loosened its grip on my arm (though the right clutched all the more tightly as it did), and he stretched it out, shakily; Arthur took his meaning, and with his own free hand, he clasped it.

Then he sighed. "Poor fellow," he said again. "We have all been through Hell these past months; but I suppose you have had it the worst of all of us."

Jonathan let out a weak sob. "Don't you say that," he groaned, "not you, of all people."

Arthur did not reply, but only squeezed my husband's hand; and I could see that he was blinking back tears of his own. Then, with a nod to the empty seat on Jonathan's other side, he said, "May I?"

Jonathan nodded, silently, and in one fluid motion Arthur was beside him, shifting his right arm to embrace him. "I think we have all of us had more than enough of pain, anyhow," he said.

Jonathan only nodded, and I nodded, too, mute against a rising well of tears. I have never been given to hysterics, but I felt then that, if I had not had those two dear men beside me, I should have broken down completely. As it was, I only rested my cheek on Jonathan's head, still stroking his hair with my right hand, hoping it would hide any tears.

His hair was so soft, and his face was so warm and so blessedly alive, that for a moment, I thought that I should have sacrificed any number of men, even good men like Quincey, only to have my darling one whole and safe by my side. It was wicked and selfish of me, but I suppose Quincey would not begrudge me such thoughts.

I wonder if Arthur thinks such things of poor Lucy. I would not hate him if he did, even were I to be one of those on the sacrificial altar. I wish we could have saved her; I would have given my life myself to do it, if it would not mean leaving Jonathan behind.

But there, it is foolish to think of what might have been. That way lies only despair. We must cling to hope! My husband is here beside me, safe, and whole, with skin warmed by the rising sun, and a beating heart in his chest, though he is pale and shaking still with the aftershock of his long pain. We all are, I think. I feel myself shaking, now, and the tears beginning to fall, even as I write this--

I do not know how, but Jonathan knew I was crying, and he has wakened; and now his arm is around me, and dear Arthur is calling on his sworn sister to let him repay her comfort...Thank God! Thank God! We are alive, and in possession of our souls, and our selves, and we shall live on beyond the horror. May we someday find peace again. Farewell!

#dracula #dracula daily #original #my fic #jonathan harker #mina harker #mina murray #arthur holmwood #this one's pg rated at most btw dw #it is. so sappy and fluffy. and everyone is cryingggg 💖

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serena-hart-09 · 2 years

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How to Survive Your Yandere Demon Boyfriend and Live with him in Peace and have Fun: Chapter 4

A/N: FINALLY. After writing 9 drafts of this chapter...... I felt this was the best of them all..... (My back is ded-) This is again a "build up" to the main conflict, so not much aside from plot-building happens.......

Also, this chapter's writing style is a bit different (imo) , but it still has the "changing povs" in between.

Also, also, after this, I won't be much active, due an upcoming exam that I have to prepare. I may start taking requests again in late july.....

Anyways, as always, have a great day ahead!

(Yandere AU x Replaced MC AU)

Yandere Lucifer x MC

TW: Implied Bullying ; Implied Sexual Content (Mild) ; Unhealthy Mindset ; Yandere ; Angst ; Insults ; Swearing ; Denial ; (If I have missed something please tell me!)

Extra: Mention of "Note"(1) ;OOC Demon Brothers ; Changing POVs ; Unreliable Narration ; Female Reader/MC ; OC Lucifer (According to what I think of him as a Yandere) ; Secrets ; Use of Pact ; (Slight) Dark!MC.

“MC! Today I made an appointment for us at my favorite spa!”

'A memory…….'

“MC……! You should hang out with me!”

'Of those days………

Those precious days……'

“Hehehe….. you’re so cute MC!”

'You were always kind……….'

“Hey, MC………. Do you love us? Then would you stay with me and my brothers….. forever…? I promise you wouldn’t regret it!”

'I would love to………..

You are my family after all…'

“Oh, MC darling! I’m sorry, but I promised Irina that we would hang out today…….. I promise I will make it up to you!”

'Ah, it’s ok.

It’s just one time, one day.'

“uh…..MC? The thing is…… I am quite busy….. today….”

'…….'

“You know MC? Blue doesn’t suit you……. *sigh* why am I with you…… rather….. why can’t you be like her….? Whatever, just my luck.”

…………………….

'It’s ok.

H-he doesn’t mean it….'

“Why are you talking to me? You’re wasting my time.”

'………

It’s ok.

Maybe he is just in a bad mood…?'

……..

'No.

Please.

I’m sorry.

It hurts….

Please…. Help……'

“Huh? What the hell are you up to Mamm-”

'Asmo……..Please…..'

“…….Really now? How pathetic…… Whatever Irina, let’s go, shall we?”

He looks at her eyes gleaming with delight……

'Why…….?

Why won’t you help me?

Did I do something wrong?'

I hear their voices fading away as they walk away from the scene….

“Ah, no. I’ve never truly liked MC. She is far too naïve and most importantly pathetic. Hah! I can’t believe we were even talking to her, we should’ve just ignored her from the start…. Like a ghost!”

...........

Something slithers down my face… a liquid…?

“Haaaaah……. You make my food taste sour by your mere presence…… just go somewhere else to mope would you?”

………

……………..

……………………

(1st Person POV)

“Please help me MC!”

“……”

I look at the demon in shock……

“MC! Please you have to help me! I can’t- Th-that woman….!” Asmo tearfully looks at me clutching my clothing tightly as if to hold onto me for I am his only hope in this situation…….

“……Ha.”

“Huh…….? M……C?”

“Pffffft- HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA-”

Asmo looks at my face in horror…..

It seems my eyes do look a little crazy……….

Whatever, I don’t care.

I try to control my laughter at the ridiculous situation.

“……Why..?” his eyes search for an answer in mine but to no avail……

“Asmo……… Darling…… If you need my help please give me a good reason for it. I won’t help you just for free you know?”

“I…….”

“Hm…….? You don’t have a reason? Fine go on and tell Lucifer or your dear brothers….. you aren’t my problem anymore.”

“WHAT? NONONONO PLEASE NO. DON’T GO.”

“Then do you have a reason? Something that would benefit me?”

“Yes of course! I-If you would help me then we can go back to how we were! Oh MC! You don’t know, I have missed you so much!” he looks at me with those same eyes……….

“Who would want you back?”

“?!”

He finally removes his hand from my clothes, stumbling back, losing balance for a second. He does not tear his eyes away from mine. He looks at those eyes of mine that held so much love and adoration for him, now empty and mocking.

“…..You are wasting my time Asmo.” I look away from him and head to the door of the study.

In the end, it wasn’t anything important…. Huh…… so much for the suspense…..

…..

“Tha-………..Ah! Diavolo! He has been meeting her quite a lot since his, Barbatos’s, and Lucifer’s return!”

…….

“Oh?” I turn to look at him in interest, eyes gleaming with a silent command to continue.

Well, I knew that Diavolo had something going on with Irina, thanks to the “note”………

I still don’t understand……. What did they mean by “error”….?

“He- uh He always seems to invite her in the castle after RAD or during club activity hours…… he tries to be discreet…. But fails……… Probably thanks to Mammon’s crows…..”

…….

Huh……

Wait there is one more thing that I don’t understand……….

“Asmo… What happened to Barbatos…? I don’t see him much anymore……”

He looks away, hesitant.

Rolling my eyes, I use the Pact, “Tch, Asmo spill it.”

“AGH-….. H-He has been working with Lucifer against Diavolo. He had suspected Irina had ulterior motives from the very first day……. He couldn’t be more right….”

Lucifer?

Against Diavolo?

That also Barbatos too?

“Mammon had listened in to their conversation……… Lucifer and Barbatos said something about stopping Diavolo……… and also removing him from the picture….. something about it being for the better for the future…….. and that since they have returned from Mausoleum….. Diavolo ought to be killed…. Or something…….”

…..What…..?

“Did Mammon tell this to anyone other than you?”

“He told us brothers of it and…… her…… she was there with us!” his eyes shine in realization as if he had just realized something…

“Asmo?”

“Ah, uh…… The thing is…..we, brothers wanted to help Lucifer….. with whatever was going on…… because it is difficult to defeat such a demon after all… but as usual, he never told a soul about it to us…….. so we made a plan to like corner him…….. give surprise him with our help……. but before we could…..” he trails off as he sobs quietly…..

“She fucking told Diavolo everything.”

For some reason, a cold shiver ran down my spine…….

“S-she said that Diavolo will now aim at us brothers………. To get Lucifer to stop and surrender him to him……”

I already knew the answer to this question, but asked him anyway, “Does Lucifer knows about all of this……?”

“No…”

I sigh and plop down on one of the plush chairs in the study.

“I was afraid that he would get mad at us, at me……..” he says with a voice full of regret looking down in his lap.

…..

Tch.

I don’t want to work with this guy……

But also…….

“………Does this help involves me trying to chase Irina out of here or…….?” I tilt my head at him.

“Wh-hat?”

I sigh, bored, “A few minutes ago you said you wanted my help. So, now I am agreeing to it. Say, what does it involve?”

The demon's looks shifts from surprise to absolute happiness, “Oh, MC!” he runs to hug me.

“Don’t. Stay down.” I command him in Demonic tongue “Don’t you even dare think I am doing this for you or your brothers…… I am doing this for myself…..”

I walk up to him and kneel at his level……

“M-MC?”

My dark hollow eyes look at him for a moment.

A wide and creepy smile dances on my face.

I don’t care how I look.

I don’t care how I have to do this.

I don’t care about the Devildom anymore.

Nor about the Three Realms.

“The only thing that I want…… Is to destroy you and survive.”

That is the only thing that I want.

***********

Third Person POV:

It was a very weird morning, to say the least.

Lucifer felt confused and still was in his daze of confusion and curiosity, even after dawn had arisen.

After his MC had come out of his study, she just smiled at him and told him that Asmo just needed help with his homework.

First of all, MC herself knew that Lucifer would not buy such a lie. So why bother?

Second, Asmodeus did look a bit comfortable after their conversation, but there was still a hue of horror on his face, which was pale. Which is quite concerning.

Third, why didn’t the brass peacock in the study record their conversation? .....He should probably fix the thing along with the other ones in other rooms as well…..

Fourth, why………. Why did MC lie to him?........... Even though he did so much to gain her trust….. does she still not trust him yet? Or was it all a lie? All about “loving” him? No, but then, why would she say such a transparent lie? Was there something that he needs to know?

Also, why is Mammon stealing glances at his lover? He had been doing that since yesterday night………

…..

And even today in the morning, Asmo was trying to have a conversation with MC while she was ignoring him and talking to the eldest. Asmo was chirping away about how they both should spend some time together and how it had been too long, much to Irina’s frustration as she got up from the seat with an angry huff whilst the other brothers tried to catch up to her, glaring at MC before leaving.

…………

He truly never liked Irina from the start. Like Barbatos, he also had his suspicions about Irina……

And after living with her for a week?

Lucifer just wished she could be burned alive.

She was annoying, bratty beyond reason, and especially rude.

When it came to MC he found her bratty or rudeness endearing, after all, they had a very unique way of flirting.

But her?

Please.

Lucifer would rather eat Solomon’s cursed cooking than stand by her even for a second.

The eldest doesn’t understand what his brothers found so fascinating about the lowly human…….

And it's not just his brothers either…… it's Diavolo as well.

For some reason, the both of them started quite literally worshiping her, much to the Royal Butler’s annoyance.

…..

Diavolo……

Something changed in him after meeting that pest……

And especially after coming back from the Mausoleum…….

…………

For some reason…. Lucifer feels sick only just thinking about it……….

He had to act fast.

He has to find a way to kill Diavolo……

Or else he would most probably come between him and MC……..

But-

“Lu?”

He puts aside his thoughts and looks at his beloved with a small smirk, trying to reassure her that he is alright.

“Hm?”

“Are you alright? A second ago you looked like you looked very pale……”

“Ah, it is quite alright, my dear. No need to worry.”

“Are you sure?”

He shakes his head fondly smile growing wide on his as he feels his chest flutter with joy, “Yes, I am. Though, I must say you look cute when worry about me…. So cute, that I just want to devour you, right now….” The demon speaks as he sneaks a hand on her thigh under the table.

“L-Lu……” the human looks away flustered, “Oh-oh look at the time!” she exclaims trying to change the subject. The Avatar of Pride just chuckles at her, “I can call in late as well.”

“But you hate being la-ate!” she nearly shouts as she feels his hand becoming bold.

“Yes, but I can make an exception for you…. Plus, I don’t have that many documents to worry about this week.” He looks at her, with eyes of hunger.

“He-”

“As much as I like for the both of you to indulge in my sin” the demon beside MC starts, “I would like you to take this outside or somewhere no one would see you. Please.” He speaks nonchalantly, still eating his breakfast.

“Tch. I forgot that you were still here…..” the looks away at the window, annoyed.

“YOU FORGOT ME? YOUR BROTHER?” the 5th born shouts shocked and betrayed.

“At least he is acknowledging your presence.” The demon of greed whispers, trying to peak at MC.

“………”

“Anyways, I am done.” the human announces to the room and gets up walking towards the door.

“Ah, MC!” Asmo calls out to her, only to be ignored again.

“Haaaahh…. Why is she being like that……?” the second-born thinks aloud.

“……”

“Probably because you bullied her, my dear stupid brother.” The prideful demon glares at his brother, he continues, his voice full of venom, “You are the ones who abandoned her, deserted her, made her life hell while you lot had made a promise to her to keep her happy.” He scoffs as he too starts to walk away.

“Then what about you then? You too, abandoned her right? You weren’t there when it all happened!” Mammon shouts.

“…….” Lucifer looks at his brother in disgust, “Now you are trying to pin your wrongdoings on me? Really? Are you not ashamed of yourself?”

“Says the guy who used his own brothers to imprison his obsession inside a gold cage!”

“MAMMON!?” both the demons shout simultaneously.

“What isn’t that the truth?” the second-born chuckles mockingly glaring at his brother.

“………..”

……

This is going to be a long day……..

*******************

After arriving at a desolate place, she takes D.D.D. and calls him. After several beeps, he finally picks up the call….

“Hey……” she whispers, after all this conversation was quite private.

“Hm…..? Did something happen?” the silky voice laced with concern asks her.

“Asmo….. that useless piece….. I think he spilled the beans to Lucifer……..”

“So, Barbatos was right……”

“Huh?”

“Ah, Barbatos had told me and lord Diavolo about that happening….. I am quite glad that we have him on our side…..”

“Oh? Yeah, I am glad that he is…… but I do feel like we can’t trust him…. Not yet……. But are you sure about Barbatos’s vision?”

“Yes. If he had, then lord Diavolo would have known.”

“hm…….”

“So, will you meet us today at the same time?” he asks her with a soft and hopeful voice.

“Huh….. Yes…… you are eager huh?”

“Of course. I already miss you, Irina.”

“Me too, love. But…. What about that angel?”

“Ah, him? He has already left for the Celestial Realm. I can’t let him get involved in this……”

“You care about him huh?”

“Yes… I do….. but I do miss him a lot too….”

“Are you sure you want to go through this…….?”

“Yes. I want to do it for you…. For me….. to free myself from these chains that bind me……”

“No regrets? No second thoughts?”

“None.”

“Ok…… but I don’t understand….. why don’t you just use your powers? Then we can win easily against them…….”

“I can’t, father would know of it the minute I start to use them.”

“Tch. Dammit.”

“Patience, love. *chuckle*”

“Yes, yes…. I get it……”

“*small laugh* So cute….”

“Hm…. You are the one to talk……..”

“…..”

“Anyways, what are you going to do about the sorcerer, Simeon?”

End Notes: I hope you like this! 😊

Please do not repost without permission! (Reblogs are welcome!)

All the characters mentioned above belong to Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, NTT Solmare

#obey me! shall we date?#shall we date obey me #lucifer x reader #yandere lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #omswd #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #yandere obey me #how to survive your yandere demon boyfriend and live with him in peace and have fun #book of evil #obey me replaced au #replaced mc #replaced au

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on-coming-dusk · 1 year

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some silly little steddie

i'm just keep finding scenes in one of my notebooks today. next up is one from beginning of November 2022. Shall we have a look see????

*****

Steve hadn't meant to intrude, really. It was such a private moment and he was going to hate himself later for just barging into that hospital room. Eddie clung to his uncle, sobbing with his face buried in the man's chest. Steve back pedaled immediately, but not before he saw the way silent tears ran down Mr. Munson's face as he held his nephew like he would never let him go again. It makes Steve's chest ache as he drives back to his big empty house.

It hurts worse that night, worse than it has in a long time. The mean part of Steve's brain - the part he desperately tries to ignore - tells him how sad it is that even the town freak has more people looking after him than he does. He knows that isn't fair, especially because he really likes Eddie, and realized throughout this round of Upside Down shit that he hadn't been fair to Eddie in the past. Maybe it was karma from being a shitty person that left him sitting alone in this house, that was at least an easier pill to swallow than the alternative. He forces his mind away from it all, turns on whatever record Robin left on his turntable just to shut his brain up.

Steve gets through it, breathes through the tears as he has so many times before. He goes to the hospital for regular visits, spending what precious time with Max and Eddie he can until they are released. He's a little sad that Dustin is spending almost every free moment he has in Eddie's hospital room but hey, he gets it. At least if Dustin can see Eddie he knows he's safe. Steve remembers vividly that state the kid had been in when they were headed back to the trailer, clutching a bloodied Eddie, sobbing and screaming for help, screaming Steve's name. He never wants to see Dustin like that again.

It goes on like that for a while. Steve and Robin volunteer regularly until Family Video is able to reopen while the party goes to school. Eddie and Max recover while Mr. Munson signs every form imaginable the government places in front of him because Eddie broke down and told him everything. It takes Max longer to heal than the kids thought it might, her spunk and ferocity making it hard to believe that she needs all these weeks in the hospital. But Eddie is released before long, back to driving his teachers insane and determined to graduate.

Steve doesn't expect it, the heavy knock on the front door of his house. Robin knows to just let herself in. He blinks as he opens it, staring up at Eddie, curls groomed and looking more put together than Steve can ever recall seeing him before. "Hey Harrington. Henderson mentioned you have a real sweet piano in this big ass house. Think I could use it? I need to sound something out for Gareth and really don't want to spend all my free time at that God forsaken school."

That implies you're happy to spend time with me though his brain practically shouts and now Steve is fighting tears as he lets Eddie inside because he has someone who wants to visit besides Robs. Not that he's ever ungrateful for his time with Robin, this is just different and new and for some reason seeing Eddie Munson kicking off his new Reeboks in the foyer is exciting. "I didn't realize you play piano, Munson. Are you a man of many hats?"

"Nope. But we're planning something for Uncle Wayne and I need a piano for it. Now is as good a time as any to learn, y'know?"

*****

This is purely self indulgent and I love it. I was a band geek in school and...yeah. Stay tuned!!! I'm gonna post this to ao3!!

Ps, I know my tenses are all out of wack I speed ran writing this at work today 🫠 I promise it will be better in the final draft!

#this is a preview #i have made the choice to upload the full thing to AO3 #i'll post the link once i post #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #wayne munson #stranger things fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #my writing #i said it before and i'll say it again #this is purely self indulgent

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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I Feel You in These Walls | Rick Flag x vigilante!Reader (NFGN)

A/N: As part of No Fucks Given November, I will be posting my unfinished WIPs throughout the month. Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer and @sociiallydiisoriiented for beta reading this. It's been lurking in my drafts for months and it's time to let go.

Summary: A figure from your past reappears.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.8k

The corridors of your New York apartment block smell different tonight. It’s a subtle shift. Anyone without your particular set of skills would never notice the faint scent of gunpowder or the sharp tang of blood in the air, but it’s enough to put you on edge. The weight of your gun tucked inside the waistband of your pants is not quite the comforting presence it should be.

You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, some more deadly than the rest, so it’s difficult to believe that this is just a coincidence. And if the last few months are anything to go by, the shuffling footsteps and heavy breathing two floors above – right outside your own front door – can only belong to someone looking to cause you a headache.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you mentally cross off the list of potential pains in your ass: Batman seems an unlikely candidate since you left Gotham and promised never to return. The same goes for the Joker and everyone else like him in that cesspit of a city. Good riddance. There’s a handful of small-time villains still harbouring a grudge after you lied, cheated, and stole from them, but you doubt they’d have the guts to track you down like this. Which leaves one woman, with both the means and the motive.

Amanda Waller.

You’d thought you’d seen the last of her six years ago, but by all accounts she’s like a stain; stubborn and near impossible to get rid of. You’re well acquainted with her brand of persistence. She’d been trying to recruit you into her suicide squad ever since that particular brainchild first took seed in her dark and deceitful mind, but you’ve always been far too smart to end up in Belle Reve.

Too smart for prison maybe, but too stupid to turn down cold hard cash. $100,000 of it, to be exact. You can still picture the glimmer of barely concealed triumph in Waller’s soulless eyes as you’d shaken her hand over the table and accepted the packet of crisp green notes. She may as well have just snapped you in cuffs and hauled you down to the swamp herself.

That first mission had been unexpected, to say the least. Waller had contracted you out as personal protection for her commanding officer, Colonel Rick Flag. It had been laughable at first, that a military man as distinguished as Flag would need you of all people to have his back, especially when he had a team of super villains supposedly under his control. Within five minutes of meeting the team, however, Waller’s motives became clear. Despite - or maybe because of - the nanobombs implanted in their necks, the squad wanted Flag dead. Hell, five minutes in his company and you wanted him dead. But as always, the money was more important.

Whilst not going entirely to plan, the mission wasn’t a total failure. Flag was still in one piece, and with the team no longer thirsting for his blood, you were free to go about your merry way, to start a new life for yourself, sizable paycheck in hand. Of course, nothing ever works out quite the way you intended. You'd ended up with another five missions and another five envelopes of cash under your belt before managing to free yourself from Waller’s clutches.

Now, she wants you back.

You wouldn’t put it past Waller to find an excuse just to throw your ass in Belle Reve this time. To stick one of those nano-bombs in your neck and be done with it. You can picture with crystal clarity the cruel smirk that would cross her face knowing she had you forever at her beck and call. Which is why you need to be careful.

Compared to the likes of Harley Quinn, you’re a relative nobody within the criminal underworld, but judging by the attempts and offers that have been thrown your way recently, Waller is even more desperate than before. Desperate and dangerous.

It’s been this way ever since Corto Maltese: a mission gone spectacularly wrong; hundreds killed; mutiny within the ranks. With what remains of the Suicide Squad now disbanded, Waller needs a new team and with slim pickings at her disposal, her crosshairs are seemingly set on you.

A "gun-for-hire", she'd called you on her last phone call. “Why fight your true nature, Lynx? Just take the fucking cash.”

But the money means nothing to you now. Not anymore. Some things are more important. When you'd informed her as much, she'd simply scoffed. "Everyone has a price."

Not everyone, you think.

She told you he was a traitor – a criminal, just like the rest of his squad. That if his broken body hadn’t been buried under the rubble of the fallen secret military base in South America, he would have spent the rest of his life in a maximum security prison. As if that was supposed to make you feel any better.

You know – knew – Rick Flag well enough to be confident that these things weren’t true. And even if they were, he must have had a reason. Rick wasn’t the type to be reckless and rash. He never did anything without a reason.

Except falling in love with you.

Reaching the stairwell of your floor in record time, you try to ignore the pang in your chest that occurs whenever you think about Rick. It has always been a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down.

When you'd first heard the news, you had drunk yourself into a stupor for nights on end, replaying his last words to you over and again. “Coward”… “liar”… “why can't you just give me a chance?”

Back when he'd declared his feelings for you, your immediate response had been to laugh right in his stupidly handsome face. The great and honourable Colonel Flag head over heels in love with you – a small-time thief and some-time vigilante? What a joke.

Only, you’d quickly realised he wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest. In the few years you'd known the soldier, you'd never seen him so serious about anything – so hurt by your callous reaction. As usual, you'd been inconsiderate and brash. You'd told him to get a grip. That evidently, sleeping with him had been a mistake if he was going to go and catch feelings like some silly schoolgirl.

You can still see the pain in his eyes that came from your swift and casual rejection.

That was two years ago. Plenty of time for you to ponder your reaction. To wonder if you might have been wrong – hasty, even – to break his heart. Because even from day one there had undoubtedly been something about Rick Flag that had gotten under your skin. Something that had made you look twice. Whatever it was, it had certainly been enough to drive you into his arms and his bed.

But that's all by the by now. He's gone. Dead.

It still doesn't make sense. Rick was supposed to be invincible. The best of the best. Other members of Task Force X were replaceable, but not Rick. He had always been Waller’s golden boy. What the hell had gone so wrong?

Reminding yourself that now is not the time to be distracted by thoughts of what could have been, you pause. Waller is unlikely to show her face in person; she’ll have sent one of her lackies instead. You slide the gun from your belt and proceed along the corridor with caution. The scent of blood and gunmetal is stronger here. A single heartbeat rapidly pounding, breathing shallow and laboured. All signs point towards fear. Good. They should be afraid of you.

Over the last twenty-something years you’ve fine tuned your super-human senses, allowing yourself to become whatever you need to be in order to survive: a thief in the night, a ghost, an apex predator.

Silently rounding the corner, your eyes land on a dark hooded figure leaning next to your front door, their back turned towards you. Not exactly what you had been expecting, but you know better than to underestimate Waller. And so, not bothering to announce your presence you creep closer, your weapon carefully trained on the back of the stranger's head as you open your mouth.

"You can tell her my answer hasn't changed since last week."

At the sound of your voice, the figure pushes off the wall and turns around. Your grip on the gun doesn't waver, not until a tanned and scar-flecked hand pulls back the hood and all of the air leaves your lungs in a single woosh.

“Hello, darlin’.”

"F-Flag?”

Despite the shock and confusion – the awe and relief – at seeing him alive, you're quick to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. To wipe the surprise from your face and straighten your stance. It's second nature – a defence mechanism. Show no weakness. No matter how much you might want to fall to your knees and weep.

“What are you doing here?" you demand, voice devoid of emotion.

“Just passin’ through." He flashes you a faint yet disarming smile. "Figured I’d stop by.”

You fold your arms and stare him down. Now that you’ve got a better look at him, it’s a struggle not to let your concern show. Dark rings circle his eyes, his lips are dry and chapped. He's favouring his left side, and it looks as if he’s been wearing the same clothes for weeks. “I thought you were dead.”

A shadow crosses his face. “There’s a lot of that goin’ round.”

"It's been months. You could have called."

The muscle in his jaw ticks. "Would you have answered?"

It's a fair point. The last time he tried to get in touch, you'd dodged his calls. The memory now makes you sick to your stomach, but he doesn't need to know that. “What do you want, Rick?” There's no point beating around the bush. Something tells you he wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

"It's good to see you too, Lynx." He all but rolls his eyes. “Think we could go inside?”

“Depends why you’re here.” Your arms are still folded and you level him with an unamused glare. “Did Waller send you?"

"Waller?" He pulls a disgusted face. "Fuck no. If she knew I made it outta that hellhole alive I wouldn't be standin' here." His attention flickers back to the door of the apartment. “I need your help.”

Isn’t that always the case?

Sighing dramatically – a calculated attempt to further disguise your relief that Rick is actually here in front of you, alive and in one piece – you dig the keys out of your jeans pocket and shoulder your way past him to reach the door. “This better be good.”

Inside the apartment, you flick on the lights and dump your grocery bag on the kitchen table. When you gesture to a chair, Rick collapses into it. His heartbeat is strained and you can still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air.

“Go on then.” You lean against the counter and appraise him expectantly, ignoring the twinge of concern for his physical well-being. “I’m listening.”

He runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, eyes fixed anywhere but you. “I need a place to stay. Some place Waller won’t find me.”

“Dammit, Rick,” you slam your hand on the table. “You know I thought you were Waller.” If he's trying to hide from Waller, the last place he should find himself is anywhere near you.

“What?” He frowns, confusion etched across his brow. “Why would you think that? What would she want with you?”

You withdraw your hand and retreat back to the counter. “People are disappearing again. Whatever went down on that island, she’s recruiting. And I'm on the top of her wishlist."

“Fuck.” Rick drops his head into his hands, giving you the opportunity to study his slumped figure. He seems smaller, somehow. A ghost of the man he used to be, yet his size is still so at odds with your tiny apartment. When he looks up again, you can see the conflict in his expression. "You really think she wants you?"

Despite the situation, you can’t prevent the crooked smile that creeps across your lips. “Everyone wants me.”

Rick’s own smile doesn't quite meet his eyes. He’s worried, you realise. Not to mention that he's probably remembering how spectacularly you turned his advances down.

Swiftly wiping the smirk from your face, you join Rick at the table, slipping into one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs. “Look, Waller’s money bought this apartment so you can’t stay here." You regret the words even as they leave your mouth. Mostly because for once it's actually the truth. "Besides, she knows you and I have history. If she gets wind you're still alive, this will be one of the first places she looks.”

“C’mon, Lynx." He places both hands flat on the table, large palms facing up like he’s showing you he’s all out of options. "We both know you have at least two safe houses somewhere in this city.”

You arch your brow. “You’ve been keeping tabs?”

“No. But you always keep your options open.” There’s a twinkle of something in his eye. “I know you.”

Which begs a question. "Then why come to me? It’s been two years." You force yourself to meet his gaze. "We didn't exactly end things on a good note."

Rick’s eyes crinkle, as if what you're referring to might be nothing more than a fond and distant memory, not the moment of pain and humiliation that you're sure it must have been. "Yeah, you made your feelin's pretty damn clear. But that's why I know you are the only one I can trust. You were the only one who truly had my back, even if you were breakin' my heart at the same time.”

He says it with such conviction. You open your mouth to argue, but he cuts you off by withdrawing something from his jacket pocket. A computer drive, scratched and flecked with dried blood.

Frowning down at the drive, your suspicious mind goes into overdrive. "What is this?"

Rick’s fingers tighten around the scrap of metal, and when he speaks again his expression is strained. "This… is the reason I should be dead."

Your eyes widen as your attention flicks between Rick and the drive. “You’ve got to be kidding me? And you brought this thing here?” Reaching across the table, you pluck it from his grasp. “Don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me what’s on it?”

He snatches the drive back. “Trust me, it’s better you don’t know.”

Something about his tone chills you to the core, but you press forward regardless. “How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know the full story?”

“All you need to know is that Waller was willin’ to have me killed to prevent the contents of this gettin’ out. Dubois told her I was dead and the drive was destroyed. If she finds out either of those things is a lie… I can't risk tellin' you much more. I don't wanna put you in any more danger.”

“Don’t worry about me, Rick. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, Lynx. But this… this is different.”

You don’t like this. Not one bit. Telling Rick as much earns you a resigned nod. “I understand if you don’t wanna help. I shouldn’t have come here, droppin’ all this on you.”

When you fail to respond, he rises from the seat on unsteady feet. From the clench of his jaw and the sweat beading across his brow, you can sense he's in pain. Your resolve weakens.

"Sit down, Rick."

To your surprise he doesn't argue, flashing you a look of confusion as he sinks back into the chair.

"You're hurt." Even if not for his pale and drawn expression, the sound of laboured breathing and the coppery tang of blood keeps you painfully aware that the colonel is in less than tip top shape. You can’t in all good consciousness kick him out. Rising from your own seat, you approach. "Let me see."

His eyes flicker down to his chest, but he shakes his head. "It's nothin'."

"You're a shitty liar." You raise your brow. "Remember who you're talking to?"

Reluctantly, Rick slowly but surely peels up the fabric of his hooded sweatshirt, until the slick and tanned muscles of his abdomen are on display. Your attention immediately lands on an angry-looking wound in the centre of his chest. You've seen your fair share of injuries to know that this one should have been fatal. For the second time this evening, you find yourself breathless.

"That doesn't look like nothing."

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