#why yes i DO sometimes get voices that are sure as hell not my own. in my head. but i KNOW they're not mine

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

doctors: try to remember the depression is not you

me, internally: so do you want me to end up psychotic or

[suguru-getos]

| Yandere Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Axphyxiation |

A/N: The yandere in me has risen from the dead. Read this at your own discretion, Satoru is a manipulative, dangerous, abusive asshole here. Mentions of guilt-tripping, dub-con (doesn’t happen but mentions), belittling, comforting, gentle-talking.

Normally, on a normal day, you’d have the right to be livid, to scream out and throw a tantrum over Satoru’s antics whenever you wanted. It would usually go unnoticed, even catered to if he’s feeling nice. Not today…

“Being a little too bratty are we, Princess?” There was a greyish hue of rage in his sky blues. All, because of you. He would make sure you realize it. You’d cower in fear of him in times like these, breaking down into choking sobs and mumbling apologies for pissing off the ‘Honored one’.

“I swear, I didn’t—” You tried to defend yourself, before the glass window behind you cracked, breaking into shatters as you flinched. A reminder to not piss off Gojo Satoru right now. Your heart raced at the situation you were in. Kneeling in front of him like a guilty prisoner, not daring to look up. Anxiety being the only thing hugging you right now.

“Why did you think it would be nice to ask for Megumi’s phone?” Satoru spoke… almost dazed, still controlling the immense rage that he felt. At times like these, you, a mere non-sorcerer feels a pang of pressure in the atmosphere. As if it was hard to exist, as if it was hard to breathe. It was Satoru’s cursed energy going haywire.

“I wan-wanted to ask for, something.” You were slowly getting broken by this. Yes, you had asked Megumi to give his phone to you, a pathetic attempt to contact your friends. You couldn’t risk contacting your family or Satoru’s rage would pave way in a direction you’d dread more. You just missed them… you aren’t delusional enough to think they had the chance to rescue you after all.

“Ask for what, hmm?” Satoru tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting his harsh, unforgiving ones. He looked dramatically betrayed at your antics, while a choked sigh escaped you. “Just- just missed my friends, Toru.” You had been carefully calibrating this reply. Squeeze his nickname in with the truth. There— that’d make him… less dramatic. Or, that’s what you prayed & hoped for.

“Just- missed my friends, Toru.” He mocked you, mimicking your tone and his hand rested onto your neck, slightly choking. A grim reminder of what he can do to you but chooses not to. Tears well up in your eyes as you looked at him, silently praying for this to end.

“Am I not enough?” His voice rose, almost tediously high. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for what’s to come. “Please- Satoru.”

“I asked you a question, cupcake.” He chided you, as if he is shutting a brat up who was hell bent on throwing a tantrum. “I asked you something and I need an answer.”

You had to be really, really careful with this one. You mumbled, hands shivery and jittery. There have been times he’s locked you up, just so you miss him. Maybe decided to use your cunt with his fingers just so you’d embarrass yourself cumming over and over and he could taunt you for being a needy slut for him. You didn’t want that… “You are important.”

Your answer squinted Satoru’s eyes, thin ice….

“You are, enough. You are a friend to me, too. S’ just that sometimes I wish to know how they’re doin’ that’s it.” You were internally panicking. Satoru didn’t do anything to you until now but it was the ‘what he could do’ that made you nervous. Satoru wasn’t delusional, he knew you were being calculating and didn’t want to piss him off. However, he was fine as long as you tried to be in his good books. He liked feeling important.

“I see, then should’a just asked Daddy, eh?” He quirked a brow, another question for you to duck.

You decided to accept your mistake like his ‘good little girl’ nodding and looking down, looking oh-so-cute with the guilt laced on your features. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Oh it warms his heart up when his Princess tries to be good for him. Tries to win his heart & suppress his rage. “My baby’s apologetic?” He cooed, kissing your forehead softly, while you nodded like a bobble-head; almost reflexively.

“I see, I see… what’s my baby gonna do to make it up to Daddy?” A smug grin plastered over his features. You were so naive he had you exactly where he wanted you to be. Expressions all knowing & dreading the impending doom, you looked up at him and bit your lip. The bile rising in your throat with anxiety.

“Whatever- whatever you want.” You wanted to make this easy on yourself. Better to have him throw words at you and comply. Satoru… was more twisted than that. “Nuh uh… gonna have to see what you would do on your own to make it up to me.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly the answer he wanted. “Daddy can make love to me.” You uttered brilliantly, his eyes growing more tender. Satoru never, ever, forced himself on you. It was somehow, you, always begging, crying apologetically even— tormented in situations which hugged you like spiderwebs, with no escape wherein you’d do nothing more than to surrender. That’s what Gojo Satoru does…

“Oh really?” He almost scoffed, clicking his tongue. “Daddy’ll make you feel good after you committed a mistake?” He would also make it seem like everything he does is for your pleasure— there are days you believe it, there are days you dread it.

“Sorry.” A stray tear escaped you, it was as if you were being pulled apart with no defenses. “Please, I just— if you want I won’t cum.” Aww— his pathetic, little, dumb, princess.

“Perfect.” Now he has you where he wants.

“Then gonna be my pretty, precious lil cocksleeve yeah?” Satoru asked you once more, feigning the opportunity for you to say no. You nodded, almost gracefully in defeat.

“That’s my good girl.”

[pwinkprincess]

my doll, my princess ୨ৎ

megumi roughly fucking his princess :3 ୨ৎ

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ MY DOLL, MY PRINCESS ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> aged up (20+) characters, emo x bimbo, creampie, p in v, rough sex, praising, pet names (baby, princess), light begging, oral sex [m receiving], squirting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, possessiveness, talks of recording, black reader :3 but anyone can read

megumi can’t help it. the way your naturally full lips turn into a pout whenever he says something you don’t want to hear. the way your acrylic nails scratch over his arm (or sometimes his scalp whenever he’s feeling extra vulnerable). the way you’d say ‘gumi’ with a huff as you try to defend yourself from his teasing. you look so innocent but in reality you’re his slutty girl.

no one ever said being a sorcerer would be easy, hell, if anything he got told everyday that it’s hard. but as he aged and grew into an adult, he found balancing a normal life and being a sorcerer impossible. he would come home at inconsistent hours in the morning, just to go back to work a few hours later. it was genuinely becoming a job instead of a passion.

it felt like he was already tensed and pent up. he tried working out for extensive hours, didn’t work. he tried sparring with yuji, didn’t work. he even reluctantly went to get a massage with nabora, still didn’t work. he was beginning to accept that this was his life now. he now understood why nanami walked around with a permanent frown. 

that was all until he discovered you. he had exited the local cafe after ordering himself a iced white mocha frappe. he had just got done with an intense session in the gym and felt like he earned himself a sweet treat. he was walking towards his car that was parked in the parking lot until he heard a feminine voice squeak out, ‘sir!’. he turned around and that’s when his eyes landed on a brown skinned woman. her entire outfit was decked out in pink, there were cute little bows in her hair, and her outfit was a mini skirt with a cropped shirt. she was absolutely adorable.

“yes?” megumi asks with a confused expression on his face.

her heel boots clacked against the concrete as she made her way towards him. megumi realized that she’s actually even more breathtaking up close. the way her head had to turn up to make eye contact with him made his dick stir with curiosity. 

“uhm, so, i noticed you from where i sat in the cafe.. and i think you’re really handsome and i wanted to know if i could get your number.” megumi’s eyes shifted from confusion to shock, he had never been approached so boldly before. he found himself enjoying the boldness.

“i-i.. sure?” he responded. this was so abrupt that he didn’t have time to seem confident. suddenly, he remembered he’s all sweaty and possibly flushed still. he should’ve taken a shower at the gym instead of waiting to get home.

a smile adorned her pretty face. great, she’s even prettier when she smiles. megumi felt like he was going to faint.

“gumi, am i not making you feel good?” your voice knocks him out of his thoughts. his eyes glance down to where you are. you’re seated in between his legs with drool dripping down your face. you hold his dick in your hand casually as if it was a natural thing to do. there’s a pout on your face as you look up at him for reassurance. 

“you are, baby. you’re making me feel so fucking good.” he leans up a little so that he could cradle your cheek with one hand, “i’m sorry, i just got lost in my thoughts for a second.” he coos as he replaces your hand on his dick with his own. he guides your head back onto it and like the good girl you are you open your mouth and welcome his dick back into your mouth.

he uses two hands to guide your head back and forth. the sound and feeling of you gagging as you try to deepthroat makes megumi’s eyes roll back. he uses your head as if it’s a fleshlight. his hips occasionally buck to meet your mouth, no matter how many times he tries to suppress doing so. 

your hands rest on his thighs as you squeeze your eyes closed. stray tears escape from your eyes, no matter how many times you try to blink them back. 

megumi still could not believe he has gotten his hands on something so delicate. that little innocent facade you like to put on towards strangers. megumi had fell for it until you practically begged him to let you ride his cock. he still remembers how tears and drool leaked out as you bounced your way into becoming dick dumb.

“my little cockslut.” he coos at you. when you moan out from his words, it sends a vibration up his cock causing his toes to curl. “fuck- i wanna cum inside your tight pussy, baby. c’mere.” he slowly removes his cock from your mouth, he bites down on his lip while he watches you smear your own drool and his precum on your gorgeous face. “my nasty girl.” he says as he pulls you up and onto his lap.

you let out a breathy gasp when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, it’s almost embarrassing how fast your hips begin to buck. megumi would usually tease your clit some more but he had already denied himself once when you were sucking his cock. he was feeling way too sensitive to tease you.

“gumiiiiii.” you whined as he slowly began entering you. your pussy immediately began clenching around his length as he made slow work of bottoming out inside of you. “haaaa! gumi your cock is so big!” you always knew how to stroke his ego.

“shh, princess. you’re gonna take my cock like you always do. be my good girl.” he says as he softly thrusts his hips up.

being the pillow princess you are, of course you’re gonna ride with your knees instead of planting your feet. you press your chest that was poorly covered with a size too small bikini top against his as you begin meeting his thrusts. he doesn’t waste any time getting rougher with you. his hands grab the fat of your ass cheeks as he plumpets into you. 

“shit!” you gasp as your eyes roll back.

“watch your mouth.” he threatens. 

you lower your head and begin placing sloppy kisses on his jaw as an apology. your acrylic nails press into his shoulder blades as you try to take everything he’s giving you without complaint. the sound of your wet pussy making noise every time he slams back into you is enduring. 

“i should record you, let everyone see how my little innocent girl is actually a slut.” he pumps faster into you. you couldn’t keep up with his inhumane speed, you were practically forced to just stay there and take it. “wouldn’t do that though. you and this pussy belongs to me, no one deserves to see it.” he growls out. the feeling of his grasp tightening on your ass cheeks makes you groan.

“yes, gumi! i’m yours, only yours! no one else's!” you scream out once you feel your stomach flutter. megumi knowing you like the back of his hand, lets go of your ass cheek and instead starts rubbing at your clit.

“cum for me, baby.” he coaxes. he rubs with an almost painful speed. your breathing gets caught in your chest as you try to warn him that you’re coming. your poor pussy squirts around his cock. the fluid streaming out like a jet.

megumi moans shamelessly at the sight and feeling. his toes curl as he suddenly leans up and bites into your shoulder. his cock twitches as his sensitive tip begins spurting out his cum right into your pussy.

“gonna make you a fucking mother. have you so full and round with my seed.you want that? hm, baby? you wanna walk around with my claim on you?” he babbles drunkenly.

“yes, gumi! please make me a mother! please!” you agree in the heat of the moment. the two of you continue talking dumbly to each other until megumi finally stop orgasming. he pulls out and his cum immediately drips down onto his thigh.

“fuck, princess.” he mumbles before pulling you into a kiss. “what do you say for me cumming in you?” he asks once he pulls away.

“thank you, gumi.” you reply with a bright smile. fuck, you’re so pretty.

[mooniiify]

what about tsukishima with a girlfriend who’s insecure about her glasses?

it starts off a little into their third year of high school. she keeps complaining that her eyes are burning during every study session, sometimes they even water up. and once tsukishima showed her something on his phone and y/n asked him to give her the phone because she couldn’t see, tsukishima pointed out she probably needed glasses.

she scoffed. “no, i don’t. the typing is just too small.”

“i see it perfectly fine with my glasses,” tsukishima pointed out. “when was the last time you got your eyes checked?”

silence fell between the two for a moment. y/n played with her thumbs. “. . . never?”

tsukishima sighed. “just go get them checked. you might not need them, but it’s better to know. otherwise you’re just straining your eyes.”

she waved him off, but decided to actually take his advice and book an appointment. tsukishima hadn’t heard about it, not until she called him on a tuesday two weeks later.

“i look so fucking ugly.” she cried dramatically on the other side of the phone.

tsukishima, who’d been sitting on his desk doing his homework at his house, put his pen down and furrowed his eyebrows. “what are you talking about?”

“you were right, my eyes are shit snd i got glasses but i hate them. i’m never wearing them.”

tsukishima scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. “they can’t be that bad. show me.”

“no. they’re ugly.”

“well, i can’t judge if i don’t see them.”

“you’ll never see them. i don’t need your judgement, too!”

tsukishima took his phone off his ear and tired to switch the call to a video call, which y/n immediately rejected. “don’t even try! i’m refusing to wear them.”

“i’m sure you look fine, dumbass,” tsukishima tried to reassure her. he touched his own glasses for a moment. “can you at least see better with them?”

“. . . yes, i can. the doctors said i should wear them all the time if possible so i don’t strain my eyes further, but i don’t want to.”

“you’re being dramatic, it really can’t be that bad.”

“dramatic?” y/n scoffed in the other side. “fuck off. i’m going to go and self-pity since my boyfriend won’t allow me to.”

before tsukishima could say anything the call ended. he sighed and got up, grabbing his wallet and keys on the way.

y/n, on the other hand, sat on her desk. a small mirror faced her as she held her brand new glasses — those ugly little things. she didn’t want to put them on, not again. those had looked good in the store but now they made her face look so odd; she hated it. she was never—

a knock. y/n stilled in her seat. “you in there?”

his voice. “how did you get here?”

“your mom let me in. can i come in?”

y/n sighed. “fine.”

she heard the door open, then close. she heard tsukishima’s footsteps approaching her, then saw from the corner of her eye as he placed a plastic bag on the desk, right next to her elbow.

“i got you something from the store.” tsukishima’s long finger pointed at the glasses still in y/n’s hand. “so that’s them?”

“yup.”

tsukishima took a moment, his eyes stuck on the glasses. “it’s just some average glasses. that you need to see.”

“yes, i’m aware. thank you.”

tsukishima sighed. “come on, put them on.”

“no.”

“you know, you’ll have to wear them eventually. if you don’t, you’ll strain your eyes more and your eye sight is gonna get worse and it’ll start to sting, and—“

“okay, okay! i get it,” y/n cut him off, grumbling as she opened the frames. “why do you always have to be so reasonable?”

normally, he would’ve teased her further, but seeing as she was finally feeling comfortable enough to put on her glasses, he didn’t want to ruin it for her. he was an asshole, but not that big.

the glasses were on and y/n stood up, looking at him. “there they are, ugly as hell. you happy?”

“do you see with them?”

y/n was taken aback. that wasn’t the response she was expecting. “huh? i mean, i guess so.”

“yeah? i see with my glasses, too.” tsukishima took a step closer. he didn’t touch her, keeping his hands on his hips. “and you know what i see with them? i see you, just as i’d see you every day, and you look as pretty as usual. if anything, in my eyes you look better, knowing your blind ass can finally see.”

y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch him or kiss him.

“why can’t you ever compliment me normally?”

“that’s not what you signed up for.”

still, his words stuck with her. he’d helped, in his weird, tsukishima-esque way.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆no one would hear you scream⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: tiktok trend, f!reader, "fuck," "hell")

You loved the frat brothers of Nu Chi Theta, you really did. They had welcomed you with open arms, they made sure to clean (kind of) when you went over, at least one bathroom was left spotless for your use in the frat house, most, if not all, of them were friends for a life time, and they treated you like you were one of their own. Which meant that frat outings, fundraisers, events, and bonding activities also included you.

Most of the time you loved being included, you loved the camaraderie, you didn't feel left out or out of place in any way, but sometimes, like today, you wished they could just leave you out. Realistically speaking, why did you, Fratboy!Jaehyun's girlfriend, have to be on the frat bonding hike that started at six in the morning? Did Taeyong, Johnny, Haechan, and Jaehyun all technically emotionally manipulate you into coming? Yes. Were you promised a large coffee and a huge breakfast for free after the hike? Also yes, but that didn't mean the act of hiking so early was going to suck any less.

Honestly speaking, everything was fine. Once you woke up with the cold air and got your muscles, moving you were doing fine, but it was summer. That meant that the cool air lasted for all of an hour before the sun started to heat everything up and make everyone sweat and stink. Plus, Jaehyun looking absolutely yummy in a backwards baseball cap motivated you enough to keep going. Luckily, before it got too hot, you had all reached the peak and were making your way back down.

You and Jaehyun were at the back of the group, Haechan and Mark just a few feet ahead while Johnny and Doyoung led the crew back down the trail. It was more leisurely heading back down, and you took this opportunity to admire the beautiful nature around you. The trees were huge and towered over all of you and led up to the right blue sky. Luscious shades of green surrounded you all, and the fresh air mixed with the earthy scent of dirt and pine filled your lungs. You had also slowed down since you and Haechan had a little prank up your sleeve...

Jahyun's hand was clasped tightly with yours as he led you over a rough patch of the trail. "God, it's so beautiful out here," you exhaled dreamily which led to Jaehyun mumbling out an agreement. You kept your hand tightly encased with his, keeping your voice light and happy, "no one would hear you scream." You even slow your gait so you fall behind from the group just the slightest bit.

Jaehyun's eyes widen as he stumbles over a hole and picks up his speed, "what the hell did you just say?"

You smile at him, squeezing his hand, "I said it looks like a dream."

You hear Mark and Haechan laughing, the latter wheezing and stopping in the middle of the path. You try to keep your own laughs in as you both come to a stop behind Haechan. Mark stops a few feet ahead of you guys, taking a sip from his water before grabbing Haechan's and handing it to him.

"He's taking up the path, want to take a short cut back?" you ask Jaehyun in an all too happy tone.

His eyes widen and he struggles to pull his hand out of your hold, "fuck no, I mean- no. No, we better stay with the group. I need to stretch my legs some more. Let's get going. Mark! You're with me now, you and Haechan in front of us. I need eyes on you at all times, sweetheart."

You shrug nonchalantly and begin walking ahead of Jaehyun and Mark. Haechan walks beside you for a few minutes, all of you enjoying the serenity that comes with being out in nature. You inconspicuously lean into Haechan, keeping your voice low, "did you get it?"

"Absolutely," he answers while showing you the video in his camera roll, ready to be sent to you to post.

For the rest of the day, Jaehyun keeps an uncharacteristic amount of space between the two of you. He doesn't even get annoyed or upset that you and Haechan are attached at the hip. At breakfast, he gulps as he watches you pour everyone their coffee at the diner and then waits until everyone has had a sip before he even thinks about drinking from his own. He makes Mark take a drink from his mug and when Mark doesn't react strangely, he breathes out a sigh of relief, finally drinking his own coffee.

By the end of the day he's been so weirdly on edge around you that he just feels his nervous energy changing his overall vibe. You enter his room, wrapping your hair in a towel as you toss your dirty clothes into his hamper, mumbling something about doing the laundry before you head back to your place.

"You wouldn't actually do anything to me right? Like anything scary?" Jaehyun asks you suddenly.

You freeze, turning to him with furrowed brows, "not unless you asked me to and we both agreed to it, why? Or maybe if it was like Halloween or a prank."

Jaehyun feels a weight off his shoulders, and replies with a deep exhale, "no reason, sweetie."

[sohyxn]

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS⠀───⠀JANG WONYOUNG.

SYPNOSIS : jang wonyoung is a hardworking student who rarely takes time for herself. when her best friend convinces her to take a trip to vegas, wonyoung reluctantly agrees. but her simple getaway takes an unexpected turn when a beautiful stranger offers her a drink.

TAGS : wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, uni student! wony x bartender! reader, reader is the same age as wony.

NOTES : inspired by the movie what happens in vegas? read the continuation here 👩🏻‍🦯

it was supposed to be just a simple girls' trip to vegas - wonyoung's friends had practically dragged her kicking and screaming to the club, despite her protests. but the moment wonyoung stepped inside, she felt completely out of place among the pulsing music and flashing lights.

that is, until a gorgeous bartender caught her eye. "you look a little lost," the woman called out, flashing wonyoung a playful grin. "can I get you a drink?"

wonyoung hesitated but something about the bartender's warm smile, inviting demeanor put her at ease. "uh, yeah, sure. a vodka tonic, please."

as the bartender mixed the drink, their eyes kept meeting, and wonyoung felt a spark of electricity between them. "I'm yn, by the way," the bartender said, handing wonyoung the drink.

"wonyoung," she replied, taking a sip. "thanks for the drink. and for not judging me for looking so out of place."

yn chuckled. "hey, we all need a break from being the responsible one sometimes. why don't you let me show you how to have a little fun?"

before wonyoung knew it, she was laughing and dancing with yn, all her inhibitions melting away. the night flew by in a blur, and when wonyoung finally stumbled back to her hotel room, her head was spinning - both from the alcohol and the intoxicating woman she'd just met.

when wonyoung awoke the next morning, she was disoriented, her mouth dry and her head pounding. as she slowly opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't in her own room - and there was a warm body next to her under the covers.

wonyoung's eyes went wide as she recognized the familiar messy dark hair and chiseled features of the woman beside her. "yn?" she breathed, her heart racing.

the bartender stirred, then blinked her eyes open, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "well, good morning, ms. jang."

suddenly, the memories of the previous night came rushing back - the drunken stumble to a 24-hour chapel, the impulsive "I do's", the hazy recollection of yn's lips on hers. "oh my god, I got married?" wonyoung squeaked.

yn let out a low chuckle. "looks like you're stuck with me, babe."

as the reality of their situation sank in, wonyoung felt a mix of panic and something else - a flutter of excitement at the prospect of being "stuck" with the captivating bartender. but before she could sort out her feelings, her phone began to ring, yujin's frantic voice on the other end.

"wonyoung? girl, what the hell happened last night? I just got a wedding certificate in the mail - and your name is on it!"

wonyoung winced, glancing over at yn. "you're not gonna believe this..."

the memories came flooding back - the hazy, drunken stumble to a 24-hour chapel, their laughter echoing through the dimly-lit halls as they giggled and leaned on each other for support.

"are you sure about this?" the sleepy-eyed wedding officiant had asked, eyeing them skeptically.

"absolutely!" yn had slurred, flashing the officiant a dazzling smile and pulling wonyoung closer. "this is the love of my life right here."

wonyoung had tried to suppress a giddy smile, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol coursing through her veins. "yes, yes, we're sure," she'd insisted, gazing adoringly at yn.

the next thing she remembered was the officiant pronouncing them wife and wife, and yn swooping in for a passionate kiss as wonyoung melted into her embrace.

now, as wonyoung met yn's sheepish gaze, the memory of that spontaneous, alcohol-fueled union sent a thrill through her. "I, uh, I guess we got married last night," she admitted to yujin over the phone, unable to keep the hint of a smile from her face.

wonyoung took a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of events from the previous night. "yujin, I... I got married to yn. the bartender from the club."

there was a stunned silence on the other end of the line. "you did WHAT?!" yujin finally exclaimed. "wonyoung, what the hell? how did this happen?"

wonyoung glanced over at yn, who was watching her with an amused expression. "we, uh, we were pretty drunk last night. we ended up at a 24-hour chapel and... well, we got married." she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm as shocked as you are."

yujin let out an exasperated sigh. "unbelievable. so what are you going to do now?"

wonyoung chewed on her lip, considering the question. "I... I don't know," she admitted. "this is all so sudden. I mean, I just met yn last night, and now we're..." she trailed off, glancing over at her new wife.

yn reached out and gently squeezed wonyoung's hand. "hey, it's okay," she murmured. "we'll figure this out together, alright?"

wonyoung felt a flutter in her chest at yn's reassuring touch and words. there was something about this woman that made her feel safe, even in the midst of this crazy situation.

"yujin, I... I think I need to talk to yn," wonyoung said, her voice soft. "can I call you back later?"

"yeah, sure, girl. just be careful, okay?" yujin replied, her tone softening. "this is a lot to take in."

"I will," wonyoung promised. she took a deep breath and turned to face yn fully. "so, what do we do now?"

yn gave her a warm smile. "well, first of all, good morning, wifey," she said with a chuckle. "and second of all... I think we should take things one step at a time. no need to rush into anything." she reached out and tucked a stray lock of wonyoung's hair behind her ear. "why don't we start with getting some breakfast? I'm starving."

wonyoung felt a blush creep across her cheeks at yn's gentle touch. "breakfast sounds good," she agreed, a small smile playing on her lips. as she followed yn out of the hotel room.

[d6volution]

imagine jax eaves dropping over you, his one and only fuck buddy and ragatha, something about you confessing to RAGATHA ?? spoiler alert she was helping you to practice your confession to jax !! he doesn't know about that part since he left silently fuming, now here he is waiting at your room. long story short jealous sex turns fluffy :)

yes yes a thousand times yes.

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tags: oral sex, rough oral sex, jealousy, misunderstandings, confessions, smut, and fluff.

minors dni.

more below the cut.

You and Jax had established a .. friends with benefits type of relationship as of late. The next best thing to keep your brain stimulated was well... sex. And boy did it work, Jax knew how to push your buttons, among other things. But... as time passed, your feelings began to change into something much stronger. Lust was becoming .. love? You felt so silly thinking it ... so how the hell were you supposed to say it?

Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to read Jax, so you couldn't even tell if he felt the same way. There was a fifty percent chance he'd deny you. And that was all too high. You'd need help on this endeavor, and you knew just the doll to ask.

A short while later, you arrived at Ragathas door. Lucky enough to have Kinger become a distract for Jax to sneak away. Once she swung the door open, the words erupted from your mouth. "Woah, woah y/n slow down ! Wanna come in?" You caught your breath and nodded, a little embarrassed.

"So, Jax, huh? He's... not my first choice for you, but I will be 100% supportive!" She said with a smile. "Thank you, Rags.. I just know how to confess to him. What if he..laughs you know?"

"Hm.. yeah, I see. He can be a jerk sometimes! heh.. But, I think if you're serious.. he'll listen. Like really listen. I have an idea! Practice on me."

"W.. What? On you? That'd be, too.." Your voice trailed off.

"Come on, y/n it's just me!" She nudged you and caused a smile to lift at the corner of your lips.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes before straightening up your back and looking the doll in the eyes as if to get into character.

"I've.. wanted to talk to you about this for a while now.." You started your 'confession.'

Unbeknownst to you, Jax finally managed to shake off Kinger and was searching for you. He checked your room first , then a few others before ending up in front of Ragatha's. "I finally get rid of that nutcase and you ditch me. Givin' me a taste of my own medicine, huh?" He spoke outloud just before he rose his fist to knock on Ragatha's door.

Before his knuckles could make contacr with the wood, he heard your voice and leaned in. That permanent smile was growing on his lips. He was evesdropping, of course, because why wouldn't he?

Unfortunately, this was the first time he regretted doing so, he heard you.. confessing!? He quickly pressed his head a bit harder to the wood. Making out the words carefully.

'I love you. I.. wanted to tell you for the longest time but I didn't think you saw me in that way.'

Love? Her? Since when?

Jax felt clenched his fist , absolutely seething. Sure, you were only friends with benefits, but maybe you should have disclosed our feelings for the rag doll before allowing him to rearrange your guts.

He stomped off to your room like that of an upset child and waited , sitting your bed and staring at the door.

Meanwhile, you were giving Ragatha a goodbye hug, squeezing the doll. "Thank you, that helped a lot. I'll .. let you know how it goes." You parted ways and headed to your room, knowing Jax would either be there or eventually show up sometime tonight. You were in a chipper mood, full of confidence as you swung the door open to your dimly lit room.

Immediately, you felt the wave of anger hit you. It was thick in the air. And Jax was sitting there, his eyes on the ground and his smile not there. "Jax..?" Your voice was small, you couldn't muster up anything more than that.

"So, you and Ragatha, huh?" He almost spat. "Y'know I knew you were a slut but, .. you really had me fooled."

"What? Jax? I can explain— it's not what you think." You said and nervously scoffed towards the end of your sentence.

He took this as you laughing at him, "C'mere, doll." His voice was flat, not playful and teasing like it usually was. Your body didn't want to move.

"Now."

You shuffled over, a familiar heat growing in between your legs. You knew this was a misunderstanding and knew you could clear it up if he let you speak.. but he was also really fucking hot right now.

"Jax just listen to me please." You begged.

"On your knees toots, ya know. I was here first, befofe her. If she's gonna have you, its not gonna be til im done with you first." He said, pointed at the ground, and you instinctively fell to your knees. "That alright with you doll?' He was still checking in, making sure he wasn't really doing something you didn't want but you nodded eagerly.

"Like I thought, a slut." He scoffed and gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he pulled his semi hard cock from his pants. "Be a good girl and suck me off, I want you to go back to Ragatha with the taste of me on your lips." His words morphed into a whisper towards the end, and a breathy chuckle escaped his lips. Your stomach was in knots.

He yanked you forward again, and you whimpered, lips brushing against his tip. Your mouth opened and accepted him inside with ease. He moaned, "Mn.. yeaah.. ya think you have the luxury of takin your time? Nah." He slammed your head forward and you scrambled in between his legs , gagging on his cock as he used your throat like a flesh light.

"J.. Just like that, take it .. gonna shake that little brain up til you forget about her.." He groaned, and your eyes fluttered shut. Trying hard to keep up with his thrusts, but they were too sporadic. To harsh, yet your cunt throbbed the entire time.

He was quick to spurt ropes of cum into your mouth, pulling back— his cock slipping out of your mouth with a lewd pop. "Nh.. hhaa.. " You tried to catch your breath. "Now, what were you tryna say earlier doll?" He leaned back on his elbows, also trying to catch his breath.

"I was .. practicing my confession to.. ragatha.. it was just practice..f-for you.. Jax.."

His ears seemed to get straighter, pointing directly up upon hearing that. He immediately slid off the bed and kneeled next to you. Gathering your face in his hands and wiping your damn hair from your face, "Me? You.. were plannin' on confessing to me..? If this is some kinda joke y/n—"

You cut him off and planted your lips onto his cheek. Peppering his face in kisses. "It's.. not a joke. I love you, Jax." You were flushed, your body still so turned on yet filled with emotion as well.

"So , you wanted me to face[censor!!] you huh? Ya could've told me to stop ya airhead." He teased and stared at you with a softer grin.

"I didn't want you to, you getting all jealous was actually pretty hot."

"Was it now? C'mon toots, on the bed.. I got some makin' up to do." He said and helped you onto the soft mattress, "Oh and.. I love you too. Took ya long enough."

[rodolfoparras]

i wanna step on gaz

not in a bully mean dom way cause gaz is my baby but in a

"aww are you so needy you can cum from this alone :( do you like me so much that just seeing me above you like these makes you leaky :(" soft dom way

i want to make him CRY from pleasure

maybe fuck him so good he passes out and has the best sleep in years

Thinking about Gaz who you spoil and love so much, especially in bed and don’t get it wrong he loves it, basks in the warmth of it but sometimes he wishes you were a bit rough with him, sunk your fingers or teeth into his skin, denied him release or even sharpened your words and tone a bit.

But he knows you wouldn’t ever do it, God he’s tried it so many times, tried being bratty only to earn a soft scolding, tried riling you up a bit til you couldn’t help but be rough with him, only for you to be as composed as ever with him, hell he’d even voiced his wishes (albeit vaguely) only for you to fail to get the messages.

He’d never expected that his secret wish would be delivered to him right in the palm of his hand, and during a sparring session at that, when your foot is pressing awfully hard against his stomach which in turn has blood pooling to his lower half.

“Ready to give up yet?” You say through labored breathes, while playfully glaring down at the younger man.

Gaz’s body is slicked with sweat, chest falling and rising at a rapid pace and shirt and shorts awkwardly hitched up, from all the rough housing you’d been doing.

As you continue to trail your gaze down his body you notice the boner he’s sporting and can’t help the smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.

Gaz has always been so easy to rile up.

But the smile quickly drops from your face once you catch a hint of pink among the sea of navy green, peaking out between his legs.

Without even thinking about it your sock clad foot moves from his stomach, down to his crotch, toes nudging his shorts to the side, now fully exposing his panty clad cock.

It’s the piece of pink lace you’d recently bought for him, material carefully chosen as to not irritate his skin and going well beyond to make sure it compliments his size, something comfortable enough to lounge around in.

You just never thought he’d be wearing it to practice.

“Why are you wearing that?” You say, voice sounding breathy and strained.

Gaz tries to form words, brain scrambling for a reason- any reason as to why he’s wearing lingerie during practice only for a pathetic “comfortable” to tumble from his lips.

“And boxers aren’t?” You say giving him an incredulous look. “Be honest angel, why are you wearing these hm?” You say sock clad toes brushing along his sack and sending shiver up his spine.

“Felt-felt pretty” he finally manages to sputter out, hips slightly buckling up as you continue to lazily stroke his shaft.

You hum in response lightly pressing down on his cock in reward and hearing him grunt out in pleasure.

“So you decided to wear them to practice today? Wanted me to see how pretty you look in the stuff I got for you?” You say pressing down your foot once again and lightly dragging it along his length.”Is that right Angel?”

His cock twitches at your touch, and he nods his head in response to your question.

“Words Gaz, you know the rules” you say, tone sounding a bit more sharper, foot pressing down harder

“Yes sir, wanted you to see how pretty I look wearing them- just -please please -“ he stutters out, once again bucking his hips up.

“What do you want pretty?” You say with a smile on your face, feeling your own cock stir at the sight of him looking absolutely wrecked when you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Make me cum” he almost sobs out.

“Make you? Sweetheart you know I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll just have to beg for it”

[lowkeyremi]

Dating the teacher P2 plsssss <3 (if you want to do a part 2)

I was actually thinking about doing part 2 I just wasn't sure when, thanks for prompting me to do it :)) also sorry this took me so long, my motivation is still slowly coming back, which also explains why this is so short

"Mom I swear the hot cocoa's good! Just try it!!!" Denki tries for the 5th time? You think it's the 5th, you started tuning him out because you're nervous.

It's christmas break for Denki, and you decided that it's finally the time for him to meet your boyfriend... his teacher.

"I'm good hon, I promise." You offer him a smile and he returns it.

"Okay! Anyway, I'm excited to meet your boyfriend. He's nice right? If he isn't I don't think we'll get along. You deserve to be happy after being alone for fifteen years." Denki's been chatting your ear off about Shota for the past two days (since he got back home). He doesn't know it's Shota though.

Denki made one of those ugly sweaters for him, so he could match you and your son. He wants to be a "happy family" his words not yours, you thought the two of you were a happy family, but Denki had said, "we're happy but not complete! Do you know what I mean? I don't know just ignore me." His words repeated in you're head for awhile.

It's true that you're happy.. but are you complete?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the door bell rings. You can feel your stomach drop, "I'll go get it!" Denki runs to the door, you spring up off the couch and follow after him. He opens the door, "Good evening, Denki."

"Mr. Aizawa?!" Denki yells in surprise. His body twists to look at you.

"Are you sleeping with him to get me good grades?" Denki asks, and you open your mouth in shock.

"Denki! What the hell are you talking about? You get good grades because of your effort!" Aizawa quirks a brow at Denki's question.

"I'm so sorry Shota, come in." Your child is still in slight shock at the fact that you're dating his teacher.. teacher!!!!

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The first couple of minutes are awkward. Shota's sitting next to you on the couch and Denki's sitting on the single seater furthest away from the couch. He doesn't say a word while the movie's playing. Obviously he's not too interested in it, he must be thinking you presume.

Shota rubs his large, warm hand up and down your thigh, an attempt to comfort you. "He'll come around, don't work yourself up over it." He whispers into your ear. You really wanted to cry, in your mind you'd hope everything would go well but with the way your son is distancing himself from you... must mean he doesn't approve, right?

"I hope so, I really want him to like you, Sho." Those comforting arms of his wrap around you. Shota Aizawa is the world's best cuddler, and anyone who disagrees can fight you.

"Mom."

Those nerves which just settled jumped sky high once again, "yes, baby?"

"I'm uh- happy for you. Hope you didn't get the wrong idea. I was just kinda shocked y'know. Like, Aizawa sensei of all people.." he trails off not finishing that sentence.

"I can assure you Denki, that I treat your mother well. Just as I take care of all my students. I'm sure you must think I'd be the last person to be domestic." Shota's voice is smooth as always and you calm down a little bit. Nervous breath slows into something somewhat normal.

"That's exactly what I was thinking! You're always in that sleeping bag and stuff. And you're mean sometimes!" Denki whines slightly and you take the opportunity to slip into the kitchen.

You'll let them talk, man to man... or man to boy? You'll never accept time aging up your baby boy.

The kitchen smells delightful, it's just cold enough for chicken noodle soup, so that's what you've decided to make. It's a recipe passed down in your family but you like to add your own little twist which makes it special.

If anything goes with chicken noodle soup it's grilled cheese. The cheese melts perfectly with the bread while it's cooking on your greased griddle. It's only been about thirty minutes since you escaped the living room and you hear Shota and Denki laughing together.

That weight on your shoulders has suddenly been lifted and relief settles in. Thank God, you were scared things would go south.

"Mom, you have to keep him. He told me he took you sky-diving for your birthday! I would have never expected him to go sky-diving but he went because you wanted to." A big smile cracks on your face when you see that glimmering shine in Denki's eyes.

"Hey Mr. Aizawa does that mean I can call you Shota outside of school?!"

"Shota, dad, whatever fits the bill, kid." Shota wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin on your shoulder. (i think i have an obsession with men hugging you from behind)

"That smells so good, pretty mama." He breathes out evenly. Your own breath hitches at the new nickname.

But of course your ever loving son ruins the moment, "ewwwwww disgusting! Can you flirt when I'm not right here?! I might barf in my chicken noodle soup."

Somehow you and Shota roll your eyes in sync and Denki snorts.

"I love you mom and dad." He says softly.

That fucking does it, the tears spill. Happy ones at that. Your son has accepted Shota into his life. You expected it'd at least be a few months, maybe years before he'd start calling him dad, but you figure with no father figure in his life, having one right now must mean the world to him.

"I love you too my sweet little boy." Shota wipes those tears with his big scarred hand.

"I'm actually not little I'm about sixteen years old." He argues.

"You've still got a few months until you're sixteen."

[pandorxxx]

Playmate

Neteyam x omatikayna fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: cursing, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie at the end, gamer-girl helping Neteyam with his “set up.”

Synopsis: He needed help with his gaming set-up, and you were willing to lend a helping hand in more ways than one…

You were in the middle of doing your daily chores when it happened…

“Hey, y/n right?” A familiar, deep, sexy voice asked from behind, completely stopping you in your tracks. This couldn’t be, you thought. There was no way.

You placed your basket of laundry on the little table infront of you. Taking a deep breath before turning slowly. A fake, nervous smile plastered on your face as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the tall, dark, handsome man infront of you. He shot you an award winning smile that showed off his pearly white canines. So white you could’ve sworn you saw them glint like the cheesy commercials.

You went to speak, but a small whimper fell from your lips. What an idiot, you thought. Not even being able to form a coherent thought, let alone SPEAK infront of him.

You had a huge crush on Neteyam, this was very true. Your friends knew about it, your siblings knew about it, your father and mother, HIS brother who so happened to be your bestfriend…hell, even NETEYAM knew you had a crush on Neteyam. You were so painfully awkward around him that it made it so obvious.

But Neteyam was unattainable in your eyes. Being the next in line, and the most popular warrior here, you believed that you didn’t stand a chance. He chuckled at your flustered little mewls, before shooting you a lighthearted smile again.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. Or…ASK you for help with something.” He corrected himself, eyeing your small frame briefly, making sure not to have you whining Infront of him again. He knew even the slightest look would make you nervous, but he couldn’t help it.

He was just a man, after all, and as much as YOU didn’t see how beautiful you were…he sure did. You had the body of a goddess; full breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and long legs. You had beauty that could make a man melt, and he was so hot for you. You always wore those screening glass too. The ones that you wore to play your video games. A lot of the clan members thought it was…different but Neteyam liked it a lot. It reminded him of those fake “school girls” in those porn videos he’d sneak and watch. Never would he tell you that though, you might actually faint.

“Mhm.” You hummed, nodding frantically, wondering what in the world the mighty warrior himself…would need help with…from YOU.

“You and lo’ak always play those video games together at night, right? I hear you through his headset sometimes.” Neteyam asked, taking a step closer. You took a step back quickly, your plump ass backing Into the table with force.

“Mhm.” You hummed again, nodding your head at him. He bit his lip subtly, he couldn’t help it. You turned him on so much without even knowing.

“Use your words when you talk to me.” He commanded playfully, taking another step closer. You whimpered again, trying to back up but quickly noticing that there was nowhere for you to run.

“Yes, sir..I-I mean, Neteyam!” You spoke in your sweet, innocent voice. You mentally face palmed. What the fuck was wrong with you? You thought. He brushed that off, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

“Well, lo’ak wants me to get into it. But I don’t know where to start, and he’s just no fucking help. Think you can set me up? Maybe I’ll be able to play with you two now.” He smiled genuinely. The question, had you stuck in place. What did Neteyam want with childish games? And why was he so serious about it that he had to come to you?

“Well, there are monitors and PC’s in the lab. That’s where lo’ak got his from. I built my own though. My monitor has really nice graphics too, but I just picked that up from the lab. It really depends on what you’re looking for. Mine has about 46GB’S of ram, but 8 is the sweet spot. I think I can hook you up. You’d have to come with me to carry all of that equipment though…because I can’t. “ you rambled, not even realizing that you haven’t stuttered once.

Neteyam just smiled at you, watching you go on and on about something that you were passionate about. So damn passionate that you forgot about the silly crush you had on him for a moment.

“I-Im not tech savvy like you and lo’ak, so I don’t understand a word you just said.” He chuckled. You a long with him.

“But, let’s meet at the lab tonight, yeah? You can pick the set up out for me, and then we can put it together at my hut.” He asked, nodding his head to get you in agreeance with his plan.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you there tonight.” You spoke confidently. The only thing you were every really confident about was your knowledge with technology.

He nodded happily, reaching his arms out for a hug. And there it was again, the nerves creeping up on you with a quickness. You eyed his chest, all the way down to his chiseled abs….allll the way down to his loincloth. God, he had you in heat just looking at him.

“I promise you…looking at me won’t do much justice.” He teased, curling his fingers in a “come here.” Motion. You whimpered again, you just couldn’t help it. It was like a habit around him.

You walked closer, wrapping your arms around his torso. His skin was warm, yet hard. A mix between a protector and a warrior. His strong arms found there way around your shoulders, wrapping you up in his embrace with a tight squeeze. His scent was crazy, so damn addicting that you didn’t even want to let him go.

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?” He whispered in your ear, swaying you both back and forth. “Yes, Neteyam.” You spoke calmly , a delirious smile plastered across your face as your eyes shut.

You found yourself drawing circles in his lower back before your hands shift up to the back of his arms, caressing them gently. You both pulled away at the same time, a sarcastic grin on your face at this very awkward moment for you.

“Bye, y/n…” he trailed off teasingly before walking away from you. You could see every muscle flexing in his back from his hard steps, his hair swaying back and forth along his shoulders. God, he was so fucking hot.

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The day went on as usual, and you met Neteyam at the lab. You gave him a simple tutorial for things he needed to know about his new set up before you pulled some equipment out for him.

You walked him through the tech room, and picked some stuff out for him, putting them in his arms until he couldn’t see over the huge boxes. It didn’t take long before you two were off to his hut.

Once you got there, you began to put his set up together rather quickly. He just watched you work. He didn’t understand why this was turning him on so much, watching you make complicated tech work for you in the way that you wanted.

About an hour and a half later, you were done. Stepping back to look at you work, Neteyam stood by you, admiring your work as well.

“You like it?” You asked, watching him run his fingertips over the expensive equipment. He was in awe, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“I-I love it. Thank you, y/n.” He nodded genuinely before catching your gaze with his. You blushed, giggling into your hand.

“Ofcourse, Neteyam.” You smiled, pushing your glasses up with one finger. The act alone making his cock twitch. You were so hot without even fucking trying.

“Wanna show me how to use this stuff before you go?” He asked, taking a seat in his chair, and twirling towards the monitor. You swiftly walked up next to where he was sitting.

Without even knowing, you shifted infront of him to press the “on” button on the chin of the monitor. However, your slender back, and round ass was on full display for him when he sat back and let you take control.

He licked his lips, tilting his head to get a better view. You were putting it out there for him, so why not admire it?

“So , this is the power button. It’s how you turn the monitor on and off.” You explained , not even looking behind you. You grabbed the mouse once the monitor was on.

“I took the liberty of downloading all of the games you need on here already, so you don’t have to worry about that.” You explained, pressing on the first game to open it for him.

He wasn’t even listening, as much as he tried to. He was too focused on your backside, on full

Display for him. He was so tranced that he started to feel drool drip down his chin.

“This is actually my favorite game. Mind if I play with you?” You asked innocently, already beginning the game. The reflection of the computer in your glasses.

“You can play with me all you want.” He spoke, wiping his mouth off. He adjusted his hips, his large hands squeezing the arms of the chair, trying his best to not bring you down on his lap.“Perfectttt.” You sung, already immersed in the game.

You were so oblivious sometimes, you clearly weren’t getting the fucking hint. So he had to take matters into his own hands. He knew you liked him anyway, what’s the worst that could happen?

“You can’t be comfortable…standing up like this. Wanna take a seat?” He asked, simultaneously grabbing your hips and bringing you down onto his lap. He thrusted up softly, groaning at the new found friction.

“Awnn, you’re so sweet! Thanks Teyam.” You smiled, still engulfed in that fucking game. You really couldn’t care less about anything when you were gaming. Didn’t even notice his growing bulge underneath your clothed cunt.

“DAMMIT! Bro get out of the way!” You shouted at the screen, intense keyboard smacking following.

He was growing a bit frustrated. You were paying him no fucking attention, so he decided to turn things up a notch. His large hands shifted up your tiny waist, all the way to your full breasts, squeezing them gently.You gasped, letting the controls go all together. You let out a low moan, looking down at his wandering hands.

“Teyam?” You asked, a small whimper following when he began to roll your clothed nipples in between his fingers.

“I need it, I’m sorry. You’re too damn sexy for me to just let you slip between my fingers without getting a taste. Here, play your game. I’ll be quick, yeah? Don’t need you getting nervous on me.” He explained, sitting up to press the keys so the game could restart for you. You were flustered, but did what you were told.

You found it hard to focus on the game now. Shaky hands finding the mouse and keyboard as you started playing again.

He began to shift his hands back to your waist, using it as leverage to dry hump you. Rocking you back and forth on his rock hard cock while he groaned behind you. His head went back against the chair, getting carried away. He started to thrust up into you, the friction consuming him.

You couldn’t focus now. You were just playing with the keys because he told you too. You began to moan lowly, strategically moving your hips to help with the friction as well.

“Let me fuck you, please. I-I need it.” He groaned, now fully bouncing you on his lap. How could you say no? You wanted it just as bad as him.

“Mhm. Take it, Nete.” You moaned, letting the keys go entirely. You grabbed the arms his chair, grinding into him hard. Driving him up a fucking wall.

“Ohhh, shit.” He moaned, guiding your movements with his large hands. Watching the show infront of him.

He didn’t even have enough time, nor did he have enough patience to fiddle with the strings on his or your loincloth. He haulted your movements for a moment, reaching down to slide his loincloth to the side, just enough for his raging cock to come through the fabric.

You could feel it on your back, it was pulsing and heavy, making you wet just thinking about that going inside of you.

You reached around to your front, standing up alittle to slide yours to the side as well before hovering over his cock, the tip probing at your entrance.

“Need to be in you..s-so so bad.” He groaned, grabbing your hips to slide you down on him slowly. Your pretty mouth falling agape at the stretch while his eyes rolled back.

“Ohhh God.” Neteyam whispered to himself before thrusting up into you one time so that your pelvises were flush with eachother.

The stretch was delightful, to say the least. It was so good that you began to bounce on him without him guiding you. You needed some kind of friction. You were a mess already, moaning with that sweet innocent voice of yours. It made his fucking head spin.

“That’s it, fuck me, juuuust like that, baby.” He chuckled teasingly before his bottom lip found refuge in between his teeth.

With one hand guiding your hips, the other one had your long ponytail in a pitbull lock, wrapping it around his forearm as he began to thrust into you firmly.

“Harder…” you whimpered, grinding on his dick. Using him to get you off. “I hear you, baby. I’m gonna rock your whole fucking world.” He growled, standing up with you still wrapped around his cock.

He pushed you into the table, you immediately pushing the keyboard and monitor to the side to crawl on the table for him. Your knees placed firmly on the wood while your back was arched, opening yourself up to be used like a personal fuck toy.

He twirled the strings of your loincloth around his hand, using it as leverage to fuck you harder like you asked. So hard that his movements alone were rocking the entire hut. “Like that?” He asked, smacking your ass a few times, leaving prominent handprints on the plush flesh.

“Ooo yes! Yes, juuust like that.” You whimpered, your head finding refuge on the table, twisting your upper half to watch him.

A thin layer of sweat was visible on his forehead. He was concentrated, reaaaally concentrated. Watching your ass smack against his pelvis with every rough thrust.

“I-I’ve been dying to fuck you. For s-sooo, so long.” He confessed, tilting his head to watch you fall apart. Those few words making your walls flutter around him. “Yeah?” You moaned, a delirious smile plastered across your face.

“Mhm. Been waiting to make this pretty pussy cream. I know you’re close too. Go ahead, baby. Make daddy’s dreams come true, yeah?” He groaned, heavy pants escaping his chest as he sped up his pace.

“I-Im gonna-“ you began before gulping down your words. You could feel your muscles tense, and your legs shake. This orgasm was going to ruin you, unlike any build-up you’ve ever felt before.

“Don’t be scared, I don’t bite, baby. Let it go for me.” He reassured you, now fucking you nice and slow, leaving that build-up lingering in your lower abdomen.

“I-it’s not normal. This isn’t normal, neteyam!” You panicked, shifting your hand to his abs to hault his movements. Yet, he didn’t oblige. He knew what was happening, and he wanted to see it first hand.

“Hmm. What’s not normal baby? The feeling in your stomach? Like you’re gonna fucking burst at any second , right?” He teased, speeding up again.

“I-Im gonna pee, I think.” You whined, the coil in your stomach seconds away from unraveling. His eyes rolled in pleasure at your sweet, innocent voice.

“You’re not gonna pee. I swear, j-just let go. Pleaseee. I-I need it.” He moaned, angling his hips up to hit your sweet spot aggressively. And that was it…

The coil in your stomach snapped, free flowing out of your tight cunt like a heavy stream. A rippling wave of electricity surging through your body. “Fuuuuuuck.” You cried, actual tears running down your pretty face.

“Ohhh shit. Just like that, baby. Juuust like that. Feels so good.” Neteyam groaned in pleasure, watching your body tremble. Your walls fluttered around him expertly, sending him spiraling.

“I’m gonna cum. G-Gonna fill this pussy up.” He moaned deliriously, pulling you up by your long ponytail. You quickly shifted to where you were standing.

Letting you re-adjust, he began pumping into you while his lips found refuge on your neck. A few wet, sloppy kisses down your jugular led to whimpers in your ear as his peak got closer.

Your hands gripped the edge of the table firmly while he fucked you like an animal. His arm wrapped around your neck, as he continued his attack on your poor cunt.

You were a fucked out mess. Your eyes were red, and puffy. Your cheeks were flushed and stained with tears. And you were on the verge of yet another orgasm as he man handled you like he was taming a wild beast.

“Gonna let me cum in this pussy right? Gonna be a good girl for me? Huh? Say it.” He commanded, fucking Into you harder and harder with each stroke.

“Need your cum, t-teyam. I’ll be a good girl and take it.” You moaned, eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm ripped through your soul. This time, he watched a thin coat of your cream cover his cock with every single thrust, just like he wanted.

“Gooood girl. I-I’m gonna cum for you. Give you what you want, ok?” He whispered in your ear before playfully nibbling at it. A few more lazy strokes and he lost it.

You could feel ropes of seed making it’s way into your empty womb. You both humming in pleasure at the feeling. “Shiiiiiit.” He groaned, thrusting into you one last time, before slowly pulling out of you. You both took a few deep breaths. As he held your hips in place, stopping you from tilting over.

“Well. Now that I got that out of my system. Can you repeat everything you said about this PC for me, pretty girl?” He asked jokingly, a breathily laugh escaping his chest before he kissed you cheek.

What the hell were you gonna do with him?

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[bones4thecats]

Them Having a Aemond Targaryen! S/O

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto and Malleus Draconia (separate) Inspired By: My horrendous taste in men. A/N: Yuu is stated to be the Reader (Aemond's) younger brother, meaning that yes, Yuu is from the same world as the Reader. (And yes that means they were both isekai'd WITH DRAGONS) ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of fighting, losing an eye, mutilation, familial bonds being nonexistent, near death, decapitation, and war crimes (usurping, etc.) ⚠️

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╚═════ Azul Ashengrotto ═════════════════════════╝

🐙 When you first arrived to NRC with Yuu Targaryen, your younger brother, everyone knew there was something off with you two. And that was obvious when you were approached by the Octavinelle Trio

🐙 Azul had wanted to make a deal with you sometime, and seeing how you just stared at Jade and Floyd behind him blankly made him confused. Why were you so- cold?

"What is it you need?" You asked.

"I just wanted to speak to you in a more private setting, Lord/Lady Targaryen." Azul stated, making you quirk an eyebrow in confusion.

"How unfortunate for you three. I do not wish to speak to you at all. Good day."

🐙 Standing up straight from your leaning position on a pillar, you began to walk away, your sword that hung on your hip lightly patting your leg as you took step by step away

🐙 And, unfortunately for your younger brother, Azul wouldn't let your uncaring nature tint his own drive to get you to speak to him

🐙 Just a few months later, you began to actually speak to Azul. Not in a cynical and obvious condescending way, but rather in a fairly interested and calmer way

🐙 After a few weeks of dating, he began to notice how you would always have your eye-patch on, no matter who or what was around. Hell, when Floyd tried to take it off your head, you unsheathed your blade and nearly cut the eel's head off with a swift go. Thankfully, he had quick reflexes

🐙 Your boyfriend had asked you what was so bad that you had the urge to nearly kill one of his closest friends, to which you sighed and asked if he really wanted to know

"Of course I want to know."

"You swear that you will not be scared, yes?"

"I swear."

🐙 Azul watched as you reached up and began to pull the fabric off of your face, allowing your face to finally be fully observable. He then noticed how you gently ran your hands along a line- wait, was that a scar?

"Is that a scar, Y/N?"

"You'd be correct, Azul."

"How did you get that kind of an injury?" He asked, a tone of fear coming through his voice.

"I... had fought with my nephew back in my home world. His name was Lucerys, Lucerys Velaryon. The damned bastard had cut my face with a knife, before causing me to go half-blind for the rest of my life."

"Great Seven..."

🐙 Just as you were about to put your eye-patch back on and leave the V.I.P. Lounge -as many called it here- before you felt your lover's hand grip your wrist and gently coax you to turn around and look into his eyes

"If you think I dislike how you look, you'd be wrong. Dead wrong." He then added, "I love you for who you are, not for your looks. And I'm sure you'd agree with me on that."

"Yes... thank you very much for the support you have shown me in the previous seven weeks. I- I love you." You stuttered out nervously.

"And I love you, my Prince."

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╚═════ Malleus Draconia ═════════════════════════╝

🐉 Coming from two noble bloodlines allowed you guys to connect faster than with others. But, he does owe a lot of that to your younger brother, Yuu Targaryen, since he did introduce you two to one another

🐉 When he first heard your name from the young Targaryen, he was fairly shocked to hear that you were a famous warrior back in your home world, nonetheless was nicknamed Y/N the Kinslayer and Y/N One-Eyed

🐉 Malleus had asked Yuu if he could bring you on a nightly walk just in case, to which he just smiled nervously and said that you didn't go here as a student, rather, you participated as a guard for Dire Crowley. Since there was something going on with the Council

"Then do you have any idea when they are free for a small chat?" He questioned.

"I'm not sure myself, Prince Malleus. Perhaps I can ask him sometime here soon."

"That would be lovely, thank you Prince Yuu."

🐉 It only took maybe a couple weeks for Yuu to finally settle a day when you were free from guarding Crowley, since he planned a small vacation that weekend

🐉 Malleus stood by Ramshackle as he heard a roar and the sound of wings flapping from above, and in true dragon fashion, the prince looked up and was shocked to see a large bronze dragon flying down before landing and laying down, allowing a humanoid figure to jump down onto the ground

🐉 Instead of transforming in the air of a threat, Malleus calmly watched as the human walked around, pet the dragon's nose and lightly begin walking towards the dorm, the sound of a sword's holster hitting the leg of the human making him slightly on-edge

"You must be Prince Malleus Draconia of Briar Valley. I have heard about you from my younger brother, Yuu. You appear a lot different than what I once imagined." You said, looking at the man from behind.

🐉 Swinging around with a shocked expression, Malleus was surprised at how quickly you walked in a matter of a minute

"Yes, that is correct. You must be Y/N Targaryen, Yuu's older sibling. It is truly an honor to meet one with such power as yourself." He replied.

🐉 It only took a matter of a few weeks, around five maybe, for the Heir to the Briar Valley throne to understand that he wanted you. But, it took you almost quadruple that amount of time to come to understand you feelings, then it took an additional couple months to accept these feelings before you began to court one another

🐉 One day, you had been training against Silver and Sebek, taking on both at once, which shocked all others watching, since nobody was able to take them both on at once like you

"Y/N, if I may ask without offending you in any way, how did you obtain that scarring on the left side of your face?" Malleus quizzed with an obvious cautionary tone.

"That is quite the personal question, Malleus. Though, it is understandable why you would ask me that, since we are courting after all." You began. "Then again, since we are courting, I should tell you. It started when I was a young child, I had fought against my nephew Lucerys Velaryon. During said fight, he had taken a knife and cut my eye, causing the loss of my eye. Though in the end, I had placed a sapphire in it to repent for the missing body part."

🐉 Malleus sat next to you with a shocked expression, how could your family not seem to give a care in the world for what happened to you. It must have been so scary to lose such a vital sense to a degree like that

"I apologize for such an action happening to you, my dear."

"It is not your fault, Malleus. Actually, while I used to plan to usurp my oldest brother, Aegon, for the Iron Throne back home. But, ever since I met you, I cannot help but conquer that it seems useless to do so. Now that I met and have fallen in love with you, Malleus, it just- it is more pointless than a wheel on a carriage when it comes to importance."

🐉 Smiling gently as you laid your previous intentions out for him to see, Malleus lightly gripped your hand and kissed your cheek, making you blink with a shocked expression yourself before smiling back at him and relaxing

"I love you to your world and back here, my dear."

"I agree."

[fanofstuff01]

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four

TW: sexual harassment, no means yes, asshole doctors/doctor slander (sorry if you’re an actual good doctor), mentions of alcoholism/sickness, burns

You should probably decide to do whatever the opposite of man up is-pussy down?-and specifically request to not have Officer Ludlow ever be on your patient roster again. He’s bad for your health and, despite being the one always putting him back together, you’re bad for his, too. 

You’re trying not to morally question yourself about why you didn’t do something after the first, second, or hell, even third time he borderline sexually harassed you…  You’re trying not to think too much about why you don’t do it now: open the manager’s door with your shaking, clammy hand and say “hey, creepy patient, please keep him away from me”. It would be so easy. This stuff happens a lot to the other staff in the ED, and always gets solved without a problem. 

You don’t do it, though. You walk away without blacklisting Tom Ludlow. And doesn’t that just say mountains about you. But, anyway, you have your own job to do fighting disease and trauma from the mean streets of the City of Angels, so you don’t really have time for all this petty drama bullshit. 

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

You’re not really sure how it’s possible, after eight years of higher education plus residency training, but doctors really can be idiots sometimes. 

“Discharge, really?” You whisper to yourself, clicking on the order to see if it’s just a mistake-nope, legit. 

You grab the clipboard from your patient’s bedside and go hunt down Dr. Mercer, who is currently standing at the desk flipping through paperwork. 

“Hey, Julian, can I have a quick second?”

He gives you one of his signature, charming white smiles that can calm almost any belligerent patient down. “Of course. Anything for my favorite nurse.” He motions for you to sit in the swivel chair, and takes the one opposite from you. 

Julian makes it a point to give you his full attention, and that never fails to fluster you, but you can shoulder through it most of the time. The man is too handsome for his own good, and you haven’t found a female in this hospital immune to his charm-even Shelby, the housekeeper who is strictly attracted to women… and one man: Dr. Mercer. 

“You put in a discharge order for room 13?” 

“Hmm, one sec.” He leans over to click through the computer, then turns back. “Yes, is there a problem?”

“Well, I thought we would be admitting him?” 

“No, that won’t be necessary. He’s free to go home.” 

“Julian.” You’ve known this man for a whole year and should not be this hesitant about questioning a single order from him, but you take a big pause nonetheless. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem; any other doctor you could confront with ease, but Julian is so, so nice and he always gets your Starbucks order right and never lets you pay him back for it. You don’t want to be a dick to such a sweet person. “I don’t think he’s ready to be discharged. He’s a heavy drinker and his potassium is still low. Plus, he lives alone.” 

“His potassium is only one point off, y/n. And the rest of his labs look good. I can’t keep someone for alcoholism.”

Well, the good thing is that you’re not hesitant anymore, just really pissed, because obviously Dr. Mercer’s kindness and understanding doesn’t extend to his less fortunate patients. 

“Wow, that’s not okay, Julian.”

His smile fades a little bit, or just turns mean, you can’t really tell which, and he sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m very busy. If this conversation is about morals, I’m afraid I don’t have time for it.” 

“It’s not about morals.” You try to lasso your anger, but it seeps into the tone of your voice like a hiss. “I’m concerned about patient safety, and his potassium is just going to drop further if we send him back to drink himself to death. And then he’ll have a heart attack.” 

“I treat current conditions. I can’t focus on what-ifs.” He tries to put his hand atop yours, but you pull back. 

All doctors are the same? What a shocker. You haven’t met even one who didn’t eventually do this shit, and Julian is no different despite your burgeoning hope that he was. 

“I’m not giving him that paperwork,” you say. “I’m not discharging him.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m not doing it.”

“We need to free up the bed for patients who need it.” 

“Do it yourself, then.” 

His smile falls the whole way down, and you can’t find it in your bleeding heart to care.

You need to get away from him before you say something that will make him want to get you your usual coffee order and then spit in it, but he grabs your forearm gently before you can. 

“Y/n-“

“I told you I’m not discharging him.” He lets you pull back. “And I really don’t have time for this.” 

***

You should just let it go, but by the time your break comes around, you are still quietly seething over Dr. Mercer’s idiotic order, and the way he fucking talked to you. 

You’ve come a long way, but sometimes when a man talks down to you with that certain tone, you still see red. 

Maybe it’s a character flaw, but after the hell you’ve lived through, you can’t help but feel entitled to some righteous feminine rage.

You’re alone in the little side nook with its hard plastic chairs that almost hurt you more than standing. But your feet need a break, so while you massage your foot your tailbone suffers.

You need a massage. A real, full-body rub-down–why is it, that the thought calls up the memory of a certain large, strong, calloused pair of hands that may or may not belong to a certain inappropriate officer of the law?

It’s possible you are staring into space, fantasizing about burning dark eyes unabashedly boring into yours as those mitts for hands–

A soft knock on the doorjamb pulls you back to the present–and the last person you want to see is taking up the whole doorway. It takes every iota of self-control you have left not to snarl, What do you want?

“Doctor?” You even put extra sugar into your tone, which he seems to sense is utterly manufactured judging by his awkward smile.

“Y/n.”

You wait silently, allowing the lift of one eyebrow that you fear conveys all your disdain. “I believe I owe you an apology.”

You blink, certain you misheard. 

“I’m sorry?”

“You were right. The patient was not ready for discharge.”

You blink again. Has hell warmed over? “I know,” you finally answer, which for some reason makes him smile. He takes the liberty to cross the room to sit down next to you, with only one plastic chair between you. 

“It took some courage to stand up to me. Well done.”

Dr. Julian Mercer is TV doctor hot–tall, broad shouldered, handsome. His thin scrubs do very little to conceal his lithe, athletic body underneath, and everyone in the hospital loves to titter about him as he breezes by. You’re not exactly immune to his charms, but failing to advocate for a patient for fear of displeasing him wouldn’t have even occurred to you.

“I just want what's best for my patients.” That, at least, is the truth. 

The good doctor nods, his longish hair swinging into his eyes. Maybe you do feel the slightest urge to brush it away. 

“Truly commendable, y/n.” Then he points at your foot, and makes a come hither gesture with his fingers.

You don't understand what he wants, and your face shows it. 

“Is your foot hurting you?”

Perpetually, is the answer, but you just nod dumbly.

“Give it here.”

“Why?”

His smile is gentle as spring rain. “I’m offering you an apology foot rub.”

“How wildly inappropriate,” you comment while extending your foot. You’ve eyed Dr. Julian’s hands before. They may be soft, but they are big, so maybe he could be of some use to you. 

He laughs at that; a short huff of laughter that possibly softens you a little towards him. And once your foot is in his hands–ok, that feels good, maybe better than good, and maybe Dr. Julian does know something about making the human body feel better. A small noise escapes you, and you are breaking so many hospital policies right now, but god dammit they work you to the bone here.

He’s even kind enough to do your other foot too, and by the time he’s done with you you’re leaning back in your chair on your hand with your eyes closed. You open one eye with a sigh as he gives the ball of your foot a finishing squeeze.

“Ok. I’m mostly not mad anymore.”

He gives a short guffaw at that. “You were mad?” Like he’s surprised you’ve taken any of this personally.

“Of course I was.”

“Oh.”

Strangely he doesn’t seem offended by this. “You really do care about your patients.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I'm not surprised. but…”

“But what?”

“It's hard on us as medical professionals, to take every case personally. We do our best, of course, but at the end of the day you have to keep some sliver of your heart back for yourself, or you won’t survive to help anyone tomorrow.”

You raise your eyebrows at that. It never would have even occurred to you not to give your heart and soul to anyone who needed it during your shift. 

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.”

You can’t help but notice he still hasn't released your foot, toying with the curve of your big toe through your sock. 

“Perhaps we will.”

He is looking at you searchingly, and it’s all you can do not to flinch from that intuitive gaze.

“Thank you, Dr. Mercer.” 

He opens his mouth as though to say more, but one of your colleagues walks in, and that’s the end of your little moment.

***

Surprise, surprise, when the next night, Guess Who finds his way onto your examination table.

For fuck’s sake.

“Officer Ludlow. What brings you in tonight?”

You know you sound tired, look like hell, and smell like straight up human waste, but Tom looks extra happy to see you. “You work too much.”

You don’t have the energy to argue, much less with the truth. “Yeah, and you get injured too much.” Great, solid comeback, you really got him there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

He whistles. “Bad mood. Damn.” 

“Just tell me what you’re fucking here for, Tom.” You plop down on the stool next to his bed, chin in your hand. 

He tugs his charred pant leg up, and beneath, so fresh it should be sizzling and smoking, is a nasty burn the size of your head. 

“How did you manage that?” You wince, leaning down to assess the damage. Luckily, it’s only second degree, shiny and bloody and wet and looking too painful to bear weight on. “How are you walking?” 

“Remember the sword?” 

“How could I forget?”

“Okay, well this time it was a flamethrower.”

“How are people getting their hands on this shit?” 

He shrugs, which makes you laugh for the first time all day. “Alright, I don’t think it’s third degree, but I need the doctor to-“

“Good evening Mr. Ludlow.” Julian has drawn back the curtain and stepped inside your little exam room with that branded, signature smile on his face.

“Hey, Julian-Doctor-can you take a look at this?”

While Julian looks at the burn, you sneak a peek at Tom, and see some type of look on his face-not confusion, not concern, more analyzing. Assessing. Thinking. 

“This your doctor boyfriend you were telling me about?”

You can almost hear the sizzle of heat making its way up your neck to your cheeks. This fucking bastard. Embarassing you at work, trying to catch you out in your lie. He levels that penetrating gaze with you, just the tiniest tick at the corner of his mouth betraying his amusement.

Yet he is not the only perceptive man in the room. Julian looks between the two of you, and you swear he reads the situation as clearly as a book. Without losing a beat, god bless, he goes into Full Authoritative Doctor Mode. “I am, not that my relationship with Miss y/n is any of your concern.”

Either of them could have pushed you over with a feather–you can hardly believe Julian is playing along.

“Sorry, doc. I’m a detective. Just curious by nature.” Ludlow levels Julian with a stony look, conveying that he didn’t believe the doctor–or he really didn’t like what he’d said.

“I’m sure you are,” answers Julian, throwing you a knowing look that only makes the fire under your collar ten times worse. “Can you go check on Mrs. Andersen in room 10, y/n? I can handle Officer Ludlow.”

Somehow, you kind of doubt that, and you find you’re reluctant to leave them alone in the room together. But, you’ve already been insubordinate once this week. They’re grown men. What’s the worst that could happen? 

Yet as you’re making your exit, you can’t help but feel like you’ve just left Dr. Mercer at the mercy of a wolf. 

You are glad you went to check on Mrs. Andersen, because she needed some warm assurance, on top of a slight adjustment of her IV. When you walk back out into the hall, headed for the nurses station, it’s almost as though the atmosphere has changed. No one else seems to sense it, but somehow you just know something is off. With dread in your heart you scurry back to where you’d left Ludlow and Mercer, bursting through the curtains.

They are standing toe to toe, nose to nose. It’s made a little more ridiculous by the bulky dressing on Tom’s calf, but you still don’t doubt his ability to wipe the floor with Dr. Julian. Which is a ridiculous fucking thing for you to have to worry about, but here you are.

You don’t raise your voice, not wanting to draw attention, but you do not hesitate to put yourself between them. You try not to notice how solid Tom’s chest is beneath your hand, compared to Julian’s. “That is enough.” You direct this at Tom, of course, because you have zero doubt as to who started it.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Tom complains childishly.

“Because I’m not stupid.”

“I know you’re not stupid. But this asshole seems to think he owns you.”

You do lift an eyebrow at that, but it’s so not the issue at hand. “Do you want to be escorted out by security?”

“I think I’m done here anyway.” Ludlow picks up his jacket, glaring at Julian. “Thanks for the dressing, Doc.” His tone, however, more conveys Eat shit and die. Then he looks at you, and those burning dark eyes send an uneasy thrill to your toes–by way of your treacherous pussy, who does not seem to understand that men like Tom Ludlow are very bad for you. She has gotten you into so much trouble before, and by god you are not letting her run the show this time.

“Be seeing you, sweetheart.”

“Not on these hospital grounds, you’re not,” asserts Dr. Julian, and Tom, damn him, just laughs.

There is just something about that man’s presence that leaves behind traces of him in a room, long after he has gone. You just stand there, maybe rather stupidly, struggling to process what just happened. What is it about you, that attracts these cocky assholes that just can’t take no for an answer?

“Are you alright?” asks Julian, and you actually believe that he cares about you, concern written in his achingly handsome features, his kind hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry about him.”

He gives you a gently amused look. “You are not responsible for that man’s bad behavior.

And you won’t be treating him anymore.” 

You would argue, assert yourself, do that thing where you’re strong and independent and take care of the own sore skin on your back, but you really don’t have the energy right now, and Julian-fuck him-he’s right, you should not be Ludlow’s nurse anymore for his sake and yours. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, wishing it was the end of your shift. “Alright.” 

At least the rest of the night goes by fairly quickly, although that means you’re busy enough not to have another break, however, Julian-apologetic Julian, who brings you a turkey sandwich and makes you sit down and eat it and drink at least half a bottle of water-is making things a little better. 

The doctors don’t really get into the shit like you and your fellow nurses, although they are just as busy, and the fact that he takes time to be concerned about you after the emotional beginning of your shift really touches you. He knows he fucked up the other day, and he’s in full sweet cinnamon roll mode to try and rectify it. That’s why you can’t-and, if you’re being honest-don’t want to tell him no when he catches you in the parking lot before you get into your car. 

“Here, you left your stethoscope.” He loops it around your neck, then opens your driver’s door for you. 

“Julian, it really is okay.” You reach up to pat his lab coat shoulder in reassurance. “And I’m fine. Tom is just a big bully.” Why do you feel like you’re betraying him by talking shit to Julian in the parking lot? 

He looks down at you like he’s made up his mind about something, and grins. “Have coffee with me?”

You blink at him. “Like, right now?” 

“No, Saturday morning. Seven AM?” He grabs the spiral notebook and pen from his breast pocket and writes you his number. “Since I’m your boyfriend, I should take you out on a date, don’t you think?” 

Well, at least he’s asking nicely instead of being an asshole about it like some people… 

You chuckle, tuck the note and your hands into your scrub pockets, and hope the heat isn’t visible on your face. “Guess you’re right.” 

You might be playing a dangerous game, here, but hell, there’s a reason you work in the ED of a level one trauma center; you’re a sucker for cheap thrills

[raina-at]

Empty

Bakers, again.

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Hospital tea is awful. Hospital food is worse. Sometimes Sherlock thinks hospitals provide awful food on purpose, to keep patients motivated to get well as soon as possible just to escape the food.

He knows it’s not true, of course. Hospital kitchens cook for the lowest common denominator, and more often than not, sick people don’t have the most refined palette anyway.

Still, there is no excuse for this croissant. It’s dry, tasteless, hard as a rock, and the jam inside is present on a molecular level at best. This pastry could be qualified as a hate crime against the French, or a human rights violation.

Or, Sherlock is angry and trying to take it out on the croissant instead of yelling at the person lying in the hospital bed he’s currently sitting next to. 

Or maybe both.

It’s fuck o’clock in the morning, as John would say, and quite honestly, Sherlock would rather be anywhere else. If he has to be here, the least this hospital could do for him is a decent cup of tea and a mediocre pastry, instead of distilled bathwater and this abomination. 

There’s an audible groan from the bed. Blue eyes blink open and look blearily at Sherlock.

“What the actual fuck…” 

“Good bloody morning to you too, I hope you feel like shit,” Sherlock says, his voice as brittle as his smile.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry groans, closing her eyes against the dim light. “And where the fuck is here?”

“Glad you asked,” Sherlock says in a mockingly cheerful tone. “We just had a thoroughly delightful night together, you, me, and your brother, who’s just stepped out to phone your work and make up some bullshit excuse why you can’t be in today. See, it all started at one on the bloody morning, when your neighbour phoned John to inform him that he heard a loud bump and crash from your flat. Your brother decided he couldn’t just wait until morning to see whether you’d actually managed to off yourself this time, and so we went to check on you. We found you delightfully unconscious, lying in a pool of your own blood from a nasty head wound.”

“I must have tripped and fallen,” Harry mutters rebelliously. 

“We found this next to you.” Sherlock holds up an empty vodka bottle. “Coincidence? Probably not.”

Harry looks away, turns her head towards the window. “Fuck off,” she mutters, quietly defiant like always. 

“Oh, believe me, I would love to. But as long as you insist on dragging your brother through hell, I’m along for the ride, I’m afraid.”

“I didn’t phone him! I never asked for his help! Why does he always have to stick his fucking nose into my business? Who asked him?” Harry’s voice is raspy and raw from the alcohol and emotion, and she’s glaring daggers at Sherlock.

“Would you rather he let you die?” Sherlock asks acerbically. “Is that how selfish you are? Don’t you realise what that would do to him?”

“Yes, and who the fuck cares what it does to me,” she mutters.

“You are an adult,” Sherlock says, leaning closer and holding Harry’s angry gaze. “And furthermore, you are not my responsibility. But your brother damned well is, and it’s my job to protect and support him to the best of my ability. And quite frankly, he’s at the end of his tether, Harriet. I’m not sure how much more of this he can take.”

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know that, right?” she whispers, tears gathering in her eyes. “You act all high and mighty, like you’re so much better than me, when you’re one fucking weak moment away from ending up right down here next to me.”

Sherlock rubs a tired hand over his face. She’s right, of course. He’s a junkie. A sober junkie, but there is no cure for addiction. He will always be tempted. He will always be one needle prick away from the abyss. But that is very much not the point.

“You’re right, of course. I understand the rock bottom you’re hitting every time you disappear into that bottle better than most people. And I’ve been where you are. I’ve bitten the hand that tried to help me up, again and again. I regarded it as entirely my brother’s problem that he didn’t just wash his hands of me when I was at my lowest. But if he’d done that, I would be dead. And he would have to carry that guilt for the rest of his life. I don’t want that for John. Do you?”

She looks away, tears now streaming freely down her face. He has little sympathy, because he suspects she mainly feels sorry for herself, not for anyone else. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she mutters. 

Sherlock sighs, feeling his anger slowly drain out of him. This is pointless. Addiction is complicated, nobody knows this better than him. No rousing speech will change the grip the bottle has on her. And all the love she has for her brother—and she does love him, as much as she resents him at times—won’t make her get sober. He can’t articulate, to this day, why he managed to drag himself out of that black hole. Resources helped, sure. But he doesn’t know what changed, what shifted within himself, to make it possible for him to accept the help that was offered to him. 

And nothing will keep John from extending a hand, again and again, until she’s ready to take it.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I…” he looks down at his hands, then admits quietly, “I can’t fix this for him. I want to, and I can’t.” 

“I’m trying, Sherlock. I’ll keep trying. I’ll probably fail again, but believe me, I am trying,” she says quietly. 

Sherlock doesn’t answer, but he gives her a short nod as acknowledgement, because he believes her. It doesn’t necessarily make a difference, and he hates how much she keeps hurting John, but he does believe her. 

She’s trying. She’ll keep trying. They all will keep trying.

And maybe someday, they can break this vicious circle. Maybe someday, she’ll stop hurting John and Sherlock can forgive her. 

Until then, he’s here, because John needs him to be. And as much as he would like to fight and slay all of John’s dragons for him, that’s never going to happen. Life doesn’t work that way. But what he can do is fight alongside him. And that’s what they’ll do. They’ll fight this dragon together until they slay it. 

“Don’t eat the croissants,” he tells her, as close to forgiveness as he will get as long as she keeps hurting John. “I’ll make you some topfengloatschen later.”

“Five years in, and you still can’t fucking pronounce golatsche,” Harry says, but she’s smiling at him in silent gratitude. 

“Shut up,” he says, returning the smile.

Truce restored, he thinks. I wonder when we will finally have peace.

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[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Yandere Reborn

Lot of stereotypes came with having certain Flame types I mused. As bullets rammed into my back, ricocheting around me like bouncy balls of death. My feet eating up the earth as fast as I could. It was all kinds of unfair.

Like? If you were a Sun? You were expected to be gregarious. Cheerful. Some happy go lucky healer type. To hell with your ambitions, I got a paper cut! And a storm? Well OBVIOUSLY watch out! We got a HOT HEAD over here! Look out for the HOT HEAD! A TEMPERAMENTAL ASSHOLE coming through!

I mean? Maybe they're pissed cause you keep POKING at them, huh? Wouldn't anybody?

I dodge down an alley. Jumping trash cans. Throwing them down behind me. Hearing curses and howls of outrage. Man, they are persistent. And! And like? Being a LIGHTNING?! God, being a LIGHTNING can SUCK sometimes! Sure, I get to be a Tank. And yeah. Human tazer. Pretty neat. But the ASSHOLES!

It's all "ooooh~! You're nothing but a DUMB MEAT SHEILD! Come be my DUMB MEAT SHEILD and lick my BOOTS, meat sheild! That's all you're good for! Because you're so DUMB! Impulsive! We wanna use you to solve our stupid ass turf disputes and lead you ooooon~!" Like? Fuckin REALLY?!

Is it MY fault your brains move so slow? That you're so SQUISHY? I'm not fucking IMPULSIVE! I think things through! I just do it FASTER then you jack asses! Granted... never said I do it BETTER. I may, in fact, be a dumbass. Probably am. All signs point to "maybe"...

......ARE THEY SERIOUSLY STILL CHASING ME!?

It was MY haul!!!

Steal your own SHIT!!!

And yeah, was it WISE to flip the table, punch the Don, and jump out a window with the fugly ass statue they planned to stiff me on? No. No it was not. But I REFUSE to not get paid! Try to steal from ME will you?! I'ma toss this fucker into the SEA!!! Swim for it BITCHES!

I skid onto the main road of Mafia Island. Knocking over somebody's fancy ass mistress. Probably gonna pay for THAT too. Fuck it! Yolo! I am pouring on the Lightning flames at this point. COATED. The metaphorical bull in this, the mafia land China shop. Pulling shooting. Amused and playing bets. Flames rising up to brush against me.

I am a fuckin circus act on display and I HATE it.

But by all that is holy! Those bastards ARE NOT getting their stupid statue back!

To the SEA with it! I shall cast it to the briny BLUE!

FUCK THOSE GUYS!

The crowd is parting like the red fucking sea. Except... except?! Oh shit! Pretty guy on a suit! Move pretty guy! MOVE!! Aaaaah!

I barely... BARELY!! Manage to stop myself from running into Pretty? Hiiitman? Hitman. Got a gun. Very calm. Yep, hitman. Barely! Dodge! By forward flipping OVER the guy and Superhero sticking the landing. Dropping the statue but... meh. Don't care. I still plan to...

Are. You. FUCKING SERIOUS!?

Drugs!?

That FUGLY STATUE WAS HOLLOW! No WONDER they were so desperate to get it! They were BREAKING Vongola's BAN!!! Ooooooh! I'm TELLING! You FUCKERS USED ME!!! Jail! Ten thousand years JAIL! Kill um, Mr. Hitman! They're dirty, non-thief paying, DRUG MAKERS!

Am I pointing accusingly? Yes. Hanging over the hitmans shoulder like the tattling tattle that I am? Absolutely. Jail for them! Get um! Boooooo! My flames still coat every part of me. Which is why I can FEEL when the hitman decides... "fuck it. Why not?"

I can TELL? Because it's like feeling the mountain you're standing on suddenly deciding to move. Like a giant, blinking their eyes open and beginning to stand. Rising up and up and UP. So great it feels impossible. The Sun flames infront of me? Go beyond the concept of "powerful".

It's like standing in front of a star up close.

So bright and burning fury, it consumes all other light.

I can't even FEEL the other Flames around us anymore. Almost can't HEAR what's going on. He... he has a low, purring voice. Like espresso. Smooth. The smell of gunpowder and decadent things... CLINGS to him like a lover. The suit under my carelessly grabbing hands... f... feels EXPENSIVE.

Bad. T... this is BAD. D..Don't panic. Just. Just let go! Yeah? Let go, be polite, and apologize. Y... you'll be okay. Oh god. What did I DO?! L... LET GO. Move! W.. why can't I MOVE?!

I feel more then hear the shots. The slight recoil. Utterly effortless, he ends their lives. An amused lilt to whatever he's saying. His head tilts so he can view me from the corner of his eye. A mean smirk on his beautiful face. I amuse him. My FEAR amuses him.

His Flames reach out like a crushing fist... I... I can not move...

The world seems to STOP.

As two notes of the same song find each other. Flitting and high to some great and terrible low. The two farthest ends of a Set, still empty, with no sky to hold it in balance. Yet? Resonance none the less.

"Oh~?"

The flat disinterest of those abyssal eyes changes. Like a damning light flickering on in the dark. Leading something terrifying straight towards me. No longer just background noise. I was interesting. I... I didn't WANT to be interesting! No, no, NO!

He turned towards me.

And my stomach plummets straight through the earth. Oh god. Please God, no.

Before me stand a terrifying legend. Living infamy itself. THE World's Greatest Hitman, it's greatest killer, Reborn. Who's eyes were locked on my face with a terrible interest. Who's Flames, vast and hungry, tugged and prowled at the edge of my own. His mean little smirk had turned into something that could pass for charming... if I didn't know who he was.

If I wasn't probably going to die.

He casually tucked his gun away. Pulled his other hand from his pocket. And then... oh god. Then two burning weights clamped down on my shoulders. No where to run. No chance of escape. He leaned forward, towering over me.

"You know, I didn't catch your name, bella. Who do you work for again? We have so much to LEARN about each other, don't you think? All the time in the world. Now... give me your phone."

I whimpered. His hands were almost burning with Sun flames. They washed over me in a greedy search for ties that bind and cracks in my defenses. Pushing and pushing. Trying to get IN. Covetous.

"After all~ It's not like you could possibly escape me."

[carionto]

Hyperbrake Racing

Everything in Human ships has a manual override. They love automating all processes and reduce any workload to nothing, but also have this compulsive need to be able to take direct control if so desired.

They also have emergency off switches for everything. Yes, including life support. Don't ask, you'll just get a variant of:

"But What If!?"

Obviously, this applies to things you should never under any circumstances shut down preemptively, such as a Hyperspace Jump.

The earliest space-faring civilizations quickly discovered that if a Hyperdrive has a power interruption even for a nano-second your atoms will get dispersed across a few light months. This is why all Hyperdrives have an internal chargeable uninterruptible power supply unit.

Humanity, however, did not allow "Not having any reason whatsoever" to stop them from figuring out a way. Utilizing their ridiculous quantum computer speed and the ability of their fusion reactors to charge a Hyperdrive mid-jump, and with an injection of a disgusting few million lines of hack code that manipulate all related pieces of hardware in just the most nauseating sequences, they created the Hyperbrake.

Also, not a metaphor - braking literally causes Humans to feel nauseous, sometimes throw up, rarely even pass out. Not a single volunteer crew member aboard joint vessels from any of the other Coalition species has dared to "test" what happens to them.

As with nearly all things Humans come across or invent, they will find a use for it should one not occur normally.

_____________________

Near Neptune

Daniel, Samantha, and Nicholas Schreier were three siblings ages 17, 19, and 20, respectively. Today they had "borrowed" their dad's General FordStar mark 980-MZ HaulerHound, a civilian grade transport typically used by small business owners. Dad, however, was an enthusiast, and had modified the "Hound Dog", as he calls it, with a military grade reactor and computer core. He's always been that guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who can get the thing legally enough.

There is a nearby research station that the kids often visit due to their mom working there, but today she was not. Instead, what they are doing, is racing against each other to set the best record. Well, technically the opposite of racing - coming to a halt.

Using the Hyperbrake, they are competing to see who can stop the closest to the stations outer point-defense range without entering it or you automatically lose. After Samantha's turn, they were suddenly contacted by the station. It was Yakovskii, one of mom's colleagues and a frequent guest at dad's barbecues, so they were on sorta good terms. Not by the tone voice coming through the comms rights now though:

"What in the Hell are you thinking!? At first I thought you were just messing around and accidentally did that, but TWICE now!?! I checked the trajectory, if you had stopped a half-second later, you would've ended up mere meters from Neptune's upper atmosphere! Did you account for the possible sudden gravitational pull? Can you maneuver that lumbering ship fast enough to not get pulled down? Not to mention Hyperbraking severely impairs your cognitive abilities for a moment? A moment that you need to be clearheaded for or risk DEATH!?!"

The three siblings could only hang their heads in shame and mutter out some weak apologies. After a moment of silence and reflection, Yakovskii speaks in a warmer tone:

*sigh* "Look, I understand it's a fancy new toy and you want to see what you can do. I get it, I really do. Me and my brother used to play vertical hockey the first time we got our hands on a surplus gravity field generator. But we first figured out how to make sure we didn't break our bones in case it failed. Seriously, never forget to consider your own safety first before you try out new things in a peaceful environment. You're not being chased by pirates or trying to avoid the law or whatever.

Take your time, pick a starting position that's further away and keeps Neptune and any of its moons to the side of the station, then aim for an area of space that only has the outer range of the defenses and empty space ahead from your point of view. And please set the regular Hyperjump destination within Sol, don't just pick a random place. The Hyperbrake sometimes loops in on itself and never executes the brake and can only be reset once out of Hyperspace. You don't want to get stuck in a pointless jump for hours do you?"

After this admonishment, the siblings apologized more energetically and took his advice to heart. They spent the next hour competing until all three were down to single meter differences and kinda got bored, so they docked at the station and hung out with the off-duty staff, played some poker, but then dad barged in and dragged them all home. They were not invited to the barbecue gatherings for two weeks, but only because mom told him to. Personally he was excited about all the data his kids had unknowingly given him with all their jumping and braking, a real stress test for his beautiful Hound Dog.