#{ i heard 'what if they met on a mission' and ran w it.... }

[moonsmultimusings]

@musingmemories sent: ❛ if you don't let me help you… i can't… i won't stick around to watch you die. ❜ from Yor to Loid (Angsty Sentence Starters) ☾

It had been a long mission already. Twilight wasn't someone who failed to carry out a mission often. Ever, even. He wouldn't have survived this long in the business if he made a habit of failing to complete the tasks he was assigned. Yet this case was special. They'd finally gathered enough information on the infamous Thorn Princess to track her next target. It was meant to be a mission to take down an assassin who had been targeting important Westalian officials, threatening the peace between the nations. Ideally, they could bring her in alive and use whatever information she had to learn more about those she worked for.

Yet things hadn't gone that simple. He'd intended to wait in hiding for her to reach her target, and dive in at the last moment to save the man. Or, rather, the decoy planted in its place. When he'd spotted the assassin's face, cast in the silver glow through the window… He couldn't bring himself to do it. Prepared as he was, he couldn't allow himself to jump in. He'd felt… frozen. And when she realized that she'd been attacking a mere vestige of a human, she'd started to search.

He'd put up a fight when she found him. Disguised as an employee, he did what he could to hold her off. But fighting hand to hand wasn't his specialty. Planning was. Sure, he was a good shot, and he knew enough to disarm most. But a professional assassin, fighting with her most proficient weapon? She'd barrelled over him, no thanks to his heart beating in his ears and an unfamiliar sense of dread tearing at him. What was he supposed to do?

The decision was made for him. After a slash to his abdomen, he had no choice. To prevent any further damage, anything that may be more fatal, he had to remove his disguise. She'd seemed as shocked as he'd been to see him, and in the interim, his legs gave way. Why wouldn't she be shocked? He clutched a hand to his side, wincing at the sting. Even with the adrenaline in his veins, it stung. It had to be deep. How deep, he couldn't say. The light was too low, and the red soaking into his clothes obscured any angle to better view the wound.

She still knelt by his side to offer him help, and he attempted to roll himself over. “I'm fine-” he attempted to insist, but the motion only aggravated the wound. “You need to get out of here,” he hissed, his tone low. He couldn't kill her, but he found no comfort in the idea that she'd be arrested either. She ought to be. It would make his job easier, but… it wasn't something he could think that logically about. He didn't want it to be her. She should be at home with Bond and Anya, and this shouldn't have happened at all. Or maybe… he should've been aware enough that he wouldn't be blindsighted by this.

And still, she wanted to help him. “I've been lying to you too, Yor. From the start. Why would you help me now?” She had every right to express the anger that he couldn't find right now and to leave him here. Bleeding out was probably the best way a spy could go. Better than being tortured for answers. He forced himself to sit up and carefully pull off his jacket. He could try to wrap the wound himself, but he doubted it would do much. “You don't need to stick around. Go home and get Anya… Move somewhere. Don't tell anyone where. Change your names, too.” It hardly occurred to him in the moment that revealing himself like this may put Anya in danger. Yor wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. That was what he sincerely believed.

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ … ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW AND TWO CLUELESS MORONS | kinich x gn!reader

— in which ajaw tends to interrupt kisses. and ruin moments.

— this took way too long to get out, winner of this poll w 458 votes .. includes pre + post getting together, kinich does bite , i love ajaw

recently, the little pixelated... thing that called itself "almighty dragonlord k'uhul ajaw" had proved to be quite troublesome.

and it wasn't just in your love affairs with malipo kinich; ajaw took it upon himself to make not a single second of your day silent.

"i'm nOT forigiving you for this you... you... you- aGH, NEVERMIND! you're literally HOGGING kinich's attention so like.. screw off already!!"

needless to say, it seemed that ajaw was a jealous individual. you'd heard a thing or two about him from kinich, though rather.. unsavory things: irrelevant tidbits, a nonchalant little comment of "i forgot to mention, he'll take over my body when i die, so he constantly wishes for my misfortune."

oh yeah, like that was totally normal.

then, perhaps ajaw's jealousy wasn't unfounded — you "owned" kinich more than he ever would, lol. funnily enough, the way the two of you had met was purely due to ajaw, so if anything, he didn't have the right to complain.

from what kinich told you later on, he had been on some bounty mission for a troupe of ragtag saurian poachers, and had swung by to check grappling indents on the cliffside when ajaw spotted an adventurer scaling the rock. doing what he does best — causing a celestial fuck of a racket — he hovered over, preaching about how "real adventurers don't use equipment" and to "drop everything to show your bravery" ... after a proper talking to, kinich met with you to convey a formal apology.

at the time, you didn't know such a professional relationship would develop into something more.

"he's bothering you again? i'll scold him..."

kinich's voice was quiet, his head settled in your lap, one hand gently circling your wrist. you slowly ran a hand through his hair, released from its typical headband-style. soft, it was fluffy to the touch, and you heard kinich hum in content, bringing his hands up to caress your face — a silent request for a kiss.

and how could you resist? there was something in that gaze that seemed so pleading, so intimate-

"you ICKY ICKY LovEBIRDS !! FOR THE LOVE OF- GET A ROOM!!"

kinich withdrew his hands with a scowl, lips pressing into a thin line. "... read the room, ajaw."

"this almighty dragonlord is not going to witness a k-kis- grOSS, i can't even SAY it...!!"

"..."

kinich seemed to consider something, very briefly.

then, he grabbed the sputtering pixel-dragon forcefully, smothering ajaw's face with a gloved hand. watching in awe and feeling thoroughly entertained, you heard indignant shouts grow muffled.. and just like that, ajaw shut up for the first time in over a decade. historical.

your lover leaned forward, angling his head to the side to press a chaste little kiss into your neck. like he had flipped a switch, he grazed his teeth lightly against your skin, nipping at it first, though not hard enough to draw blood, then biting at it.

"ouch, are you trying to leave a mark? what's with you?"

"shush." he spoke with his face flush to your neck, kissing a small trail up your neck and onto your jaw as if in apology. "i'm merely claiming what's mine."

and there ajaw floated, suffocated and forgotten. "..hell, are those two SERIOUSLY making out ?? when im literally rIGHT HERE!?"

(a/n) ajaw is so detestable i love him if possible i think id want to pinch his pixel cheeks. anyway "so call me maybe" is up next w "so cradle these wings" after, they were supposed to be sorta related but i don't the release order matters so :p

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[velvetures]

Got Me Snoring

A/N: One of my favorite things inspired by all the Ghost/König cosplayer TikToks using that one, song audio. Summary: Ghost admits getting head is boring. Reader isn't happy with that idea and goes about changing his mind. T/W: NS/FW 18+ Only, blowjobs, deepthroating, size kink if you squint, spit?, cursing, aggressive tension?, taunting, not proofread, and it's been a long ass time since I've written full-on smut.

“All I’m sayin’ is that if she calls again, I’m not about to answer.” Soap’s voice carried from the living space of the hotel room to the kitchenette where you stood microwaving some rice from a convenience store down the street.

After-mission talk always leads to the most strange conversations. Maybe the adrenaline or the high of getting almost killed got everyone in a talking mood. However as the Captain slid behind you to go grab more ice outside in the hallway, you couldn’t help but shoot him a questioning look. They’d been talking about their previous accomplishments and failures in the bedroom for nearly twenty minutes, and thankfully they’d not roped you into the ridiculous conversation but with the Captain leaving out of the room, it drew their eyesight right to you standing patiently for your instant rice to finish cooking.

“What about you, huh?” Gaz was the one to poke a little. “Have any horror stories from the bedroom?” His eyebrows raised in mischievous curiosity as all three men sat staring at you with great intent.

“I’ve faked it plenty of times.” You reply offhandedly, waving a hand at them and going back to staring at the small plastic cup rotating around in the microwave.

You overheard the men pass through the moment of silence with low laughs, most noticeably, Ghost. Who’d apparently found something very funny and decided to grace everyone with the sound of deep and resounding chuckles. With a gloved hand, you take out your food and rejoin them in the room, finding a spot on the corner of one of the beds and crossing your legs to hold the bowl while you watch and listen to more of their recounted stories.

Soap complained more about the one night he’d met up with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met, and drank himself into oblivion to try and ease his nerves. The only problem was, that when he finally had enough liquid courage to make a move, he couldn’t get it up. Even watching him recount the tale now, you could see his embarrassment. You couldn’t imagine just how beautiful that woman had to be for Soap to give himself whiskey-dick so bad that to this day he regretted the memory and undoubtedly wished he could take it back. Gaz got pressured into retelling the story of the woman he met in Russia just for you since you’d never heard it; Detailing just how she’d been absolutely obsessed with him right from the get-go.

She couldn’t stop fawning over his accent and just how downright good-looking he was. Gaz on the other hand felt very embarrassed and never really tried to take things further on that trip. Fortunately for him, on a trip back a few months later for pleasure, he ran into the woman again and this time around she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Soap and Ghost laughed, poking fun at how utterly exhausted Garrick was when he met up with them in London. His shit-eating grin was more than enough for them to surmise that his little Russian vixen had taken him for a hell of a ride.

Then there was Ghost.

He didn’t have much to say in the way of his own successes, but did share one or two small comparisons with the other two as they kept pulling out detail after detail about the many people they’d met over the years and how they either felt they’d left their mark… or totally fucking missed it. All of it came to a very interesting topic that you suddenly became very interested in when Ghost uttered one single statement that left your mouth hanging open and staring at him almost in disbelief.

“I don’t like someone blowin’ my cock,” his voice sounded flat. Totally unbothered and nearly sleeping at the idea. “Never cared much for it when half doesn’t fit.”

You couldn’t help but insert yourself into the conversation after a long hour or so of sitting like a viewer at a movie. “Wait a second… You mean to tell me you don’t like getting head because you're too big?” The gasp in your tone was obvious, and even Soap and Gaz looked at him a little strangely as if they didn’t truly believe the idea either. It gave you a bit more reassurance in your belief that almost all men enjoyed it. Sure, there was the odd chance that Ghost just didn’t like it at all, but you really wanted to hear his explanation if he’d give you one.

The Lieutenant turned to look at you and nodded stiffly. “Yeah, ‘bout always puts me to sleep.”

It was at this point you felt the slightest urge to tell him he’d never had someone give him a legitimately good blowjob before. But before you could even say something to the contrary, a thought crossed your mind. Ghost didn’t seem like the kind of man who attracted ill-experienced women. Especially when he had already proven throughout the evening that his previous encounters were much more interesting and expansive than even that of yourself. Something a bit… jealous rose inside of you at the thought.

Imagining your Lieutenant laying on his back and hardly making any sort of sound while someone pulls out every single trick in their arsenal to make a blowjob somewhat entertaining or arousing. You didn’t necessarily profess yourself to have a crush on Ghost, due to just how grey the line between operators and anything felt when you spent so much time together under high-stress environments. There was bound to be some level of emotional attachment that devolved past… professional. And for whatever it was, knowing that Ghost had such a bad opinion on the receiving end of pleasure became a challenge you wanted to overcome.

About that time, Price returned with half-melted ice and a half-smoked cigar hanging between his lips.

“Finished talking about chasin’ tail yet?” He grumbled, walking past the group of you still sitting around each other like a bunch of kids getting caught staying up late by Dad at a sleepover. “Wanna go to fuckin’ sleep.”

He dropped the ice bucket down on the dresser with a little thud before settling himself down on the pull-out couch with his hat covering his eyes and both arms resting behind his head with that cigar still puffing smoke rings into the air. Ghost was the first to stand up, making his way out of the hotel room without as much as a comment about when he’d be back or where he was going. Your eyes trailed over his shoulders tapering into a slim waist before giving way again to thick and muscular thighs enhanced by all of gear still strapped to his body. His kit did leave a lot to the imagination. And god did your mind start to wander as both Soap and Gaz began winding down, settling themselves down to sleep for the night or at least lay somewhere quietly so the Captain didn’t lose any more of his patience and kick someone out or force them to pay for their own room. Not nearly tired enough with all of the questions and thoughts about Ghost now floating through your mind, you didn’t care the least bit about laying down or pretending not to care about the fact of the matter and headed out of the hotel room after the Lieutenant as Soap turned out the final lamp in the corner of the room.

The air was a bit cold outside without your jacket, breath materializing in front of you in light wisps of fog with every exhale as you looked down both ends of the hallway hoping to see some sign of where Ghost might’ve gone to. Down on the far left side, a larger cloud of smoke blew past the breezeway entrance and you knew right away that Ghost would be at the end of it. And when your eyes peeked around the corner, you weren’t the least bit surprised to see him with a shoulder resting up against the wall; his back to you with enough of his mask pulled up so that he could smoke a cigarette. The sweet vanilla and cherry smell hit you like a wall, reminding you that Ghost preferred rolling his own cigarettes and used pipe tobacco instead of buying packs of anything else.

Leaves no trace behind… He’d explained without prompting one night after noticing that you’d been watching him.

“Followin’ me now?” His voice heavy with smoke and unhindered by his mask landed directly on you, not even needing to turn around to know you were the one tailing after him.

“Couldn’t let you freeze to death alone.” You reply with a little smile, taking it as your chance to go ahead and walk -slowly- over to him giving him the privacy to smoke without needing to fuss with keeping his face covered.

By standing just at his back leaning against the wall, he knew right where you were, and it put the weight of conversation on him for the moment. He gave you a gruff sort of sound and took another drag off his cigarette before turning just far enough to offer it to you. You take it from his gloved fingers carefully, licking your lips a little in slight nervousness. This wasn’t the first time he’d offered you a hit, but it was the first time you’d ever actually taken him up on it. Seeing the damp rolling paper on the end made you shiver a little; Hopefully, the cold weather would be a good enough excuse to keep him from recognizing your sudden anxiety around him. Wrapping your lips around it and inhaling, you’re a little more than guilty for noticing the taste of Ghost instead of the vanilla and cherry. With a quick glance to your side, you saw his mask was pulled back down over his mouth and his dark eyes were focused right on you as you blew the smoke out of your mouth and back in through your nose. Attempting to hand it back, he just shakes his head.

“You didn’t come out here to be cold,” He finally broke the silence. “What’d you really want from me?”

No matter how long you spent around Ghost, you never got used to just how miserably direct Ghost could be. Like nothing was truly surprising to him or worth being the least bit delicate over. Even if it concerned someone -like yourself- at least attempting to be a little more discretionary. Yet you sighed and took another drag before tossing the rest of it down on the concrete, putting out the ember with the toe of your boot.

“Were you lying earlier?” Your question falls a little short of confident, giving Ghost the impression right away that you were nervous. For a split second, you thought you saw the phantom of a smile under the cover of his mask before it was quickly hidden back under late-night shadow and white paint. Ghost put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and gave a sigh, making more fog swirl around and through the woven material around his mouth. Another thought of what his mouth looked like flashed through your failing mind.

“Why would it matter?”

You licked at your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to word this without sounding desperate or downright shameless in front of your commanding officer… you shouldn't be thinking about doing this in the first place. So many more bad outcomes could come of this than the one good one. Even then, it was risky. Leaving you a bit dazed and staring at Ghost.

“Asked you a question. I’m expectin’ an answer.” He pressed forward, a slight swagger in his hips as he got closer to you, resting a hand on the wall and tilting his head a little to the side. Damn near mocking you for being so much smaller and easily intimidated. You look down at your boots for a moment, deciding to just put your money where your mouth is and take the hit no matter the outcome.

“If you weren’t lying…” You look up, internally screaming at how heavy his eyes look down on you. “I’d like to try and change your mind.”

A deep chuckle comes from the Lieutenant in response followed by his heavy hand resting on your shoulder, almost totally engulfing it.

“You’re jokin’,” His voice lowered with humor that made you almost shrivel up and die inside. “Why would I let you do that?” You give a frustrated sigh and take a step back away from Ghost. Mentally and physically distancing yourself from the slight Ghost had given you by accident or otherwise.

“Never mind.” You give a short nod and turn on your heel to head back to the hotel room and find somewhere to curl up on the floor or in a bed with someone and try to sleep off your damaged ego.

Yet five steps away from Ghost, you’re stopped short with his arm snaked around your waist tightly and his mouth resting against your ear with a heavy and hot breath fanning against your neck. His palm spreads over your stomach and squeezes almost aggressively at the soft flesh under your shirt. Tall and wide, Ghost yanks your back flush to his chest as a silent threat.

“Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me,” His low growl makes you shiver. “I’m not finished with ya.”

In an instant, you’re spun around and hauled aggressively with your back against the nearest wall with Ghost’s chest holding you from fighting back. His legs limit your ability to try and escape out from under his arms, and while one hand is flat against your chest, the other restricts both your wrists above your head. Breath evacuates your lungs with the sudden shock of your back against the wall, but your eyes are locked on Ghost’s as he glares at you harshly through the wavering mist of his breath in the cold air.

“Now I’ve got you pacified…” His smirk was clear in tone, outright mocking you by pressing those massive thighs tighter against yours. “Let’s continue shall we?” The gloved hand pressed against your heaving chest slides up to grasp firmly at your chin and jerk it up to look him in the eyes.

“Why don’t you be a good little thing and tell me why you think you could change my mind, and maybe… I won’t punish you for talkin’ shit to your superior officer.” He spat loudly, his face less than an inch from yours, eyes flaming with aggression.

“Sorry Lieutenant…” You mutter stiffly through the struggle of his hand against your jaw. “Thought I could do better.” You add a lot weaker, averting your eyes as far from Ghost as you can.

“What was that?” He made dark fun of you, terribly obvious, and downright happy with himself. “Say it again.”

You squirm in his grasp, only to get your wrists slid up higher on the wall and a thigh shoved between your own to lift your feet almost totally off the ground. Toes tapping the ground, Ghost holds you totally of his own power without the slightest effort needed to keep you held right where he wanted you to be.

“Thought I could do better.” You repeat yourself louder, and more clearly, feeling utterly stupid for enduring such pathetic treatment. Only you knew it was your fault for letting such a pipe dream of an idea come to reality by prodding Ghost about his sex life so confidently. The masked man hummed lowly, tilting his head as he inspected your face lighted only by a small sliver of moonlight creeping around the corner of the hallway.

“Better, huh?” Ghost chuckles darkly, this thumb tracing over the bottom curve of your lip carefully. “That’s a lot of confidence for someone so small.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Size has nothing to do with it.”

Ghost barks laughter, grumbling something under his breath before dropping his hand away from your jaw and releasing one of your hands to press against his groin. You can’t miss his meaning from the massive erection pressing back against your hand and twitching impatiently when your Lieutenant squeezes your hand around it tighter. A growl escapes his throat and he looks up at you with almost evil eyes.

“Still think size doesn’t matter, little one?” He questions, one eyebrow raising above the hemline of his mask.

Your mouth falls open in shock. Not only because of the sheer girth of Ghost’s cock pulsing in your hand but realizing that he was actually taking your proposal seriously no matter how aggressive his mockery of you was. It shouldn’t have been so damn surprising when taking into account just how large of a man Ghost is. Surely everything would be proportionate, and his erection was proof of it.

Your face is enough to make Ghost chuckle. “That’s what I thought…”

It’s enough of a dismissal that thaws your speechlessness and throws you right back into the present with enough of the guts to speak up for your own desires.

“I can do it,” You blurt breathlessly, fingers tracing along the curve of Ghost’s dick and earning a lusty growl from him. “I can make it good. I’ll make it fit.” You nod your head feverishly in an attempt to keep your chance open. Ghost’s eyes widen at your desperation and his cock twitches hard in your palm with the sound of your shallow breaths and pleading eyes.

“You want it, huh?” He questions, mask moving like he’s grinning under it.

“Then get on your fuckin’ knees.”

The moment his hands release you, you feel yourself sliding down the wall until your knees make a bruising thud against the concrete floor in front of Ghost. Your hands holding on his thighs without the slightest care that you were standing in the middle of a hotel breezeway where anyone could see you. A weight settled in your lower stomach with the idea of anyone coming out of their room and witnessing such a sight.

“My belt.” Ghost instructs a bit pinched, looking down at you with his chin almost touching his chest.

You’re frantic yet shaking as your hands slide up his thighs and begin pulling his belt loose, hearing that metallic clink as you pull the two sides apart with a watering mouth. No instruction is necessary for you to know where to go next, and as you unbutton his cargo pants, your free hand palms his cock as you pull down just enough of his waistband to expose him but not make him cold. Ghost’s hands help just a little, settling extra material where he prefers it, almost patiently holding up his own hoodie and t-shirt out of your way as you slid your hands under his boxers.

“Fuck…” Ghost mutters quietly, tensing when your fingers wrap around his base and free him from his underwear.

Your thumb smears over his swollen head soft enough to not make him jerk away with sensitivity, and you lick your lips at just how wet his cock already is from sheer anticipation. Hell, you were turned on too, practically dripping in your underwear at the sight of Ghost with nothing but a perfect dick exposed and ready for your mouth. The first lick is a teasing one. Flattening it over his head just because you couldn’t wait to taste him, gathering up his arousal, and making it a point to swallow with your eyes locked right on Ghost’s. You're certain it’s enough to affect him just by the way he grunts and rests both of his hands against the wall behind you to steady himself.

When your lips wrap around his tip and slide down towards his base slowly, you hollow your lips and suck hard. Almost mimicking drinking through a straw with both hands wrapped around his thick base to restrict blood flow, adding to his sensitivity. You feel his feet flex in his boots next to your thighs and another low grunt. It spurs you forward, sinking down further and massaging your tongue on the underside before raising back up to lick at his frenulum and repeating the process with quiet whines each time he’s unable to hold back some sound.

“Shit-” He hisses after no more than a couple of minutes, jerking his hips back away from you and moving your hands out of the way so he could tighten his own fist around his cock with a heaving chest.

He stays like that for a few moments, undoubtedly trying to stave off the pleasure you’d been giving before his eyes meet yours again and they’re downright hungry and raging with fury that you’d brought him so close without any extra fancy moves or those fake moans that porn always showed. With one quick movement, he stepped closer and tilted your head back until it gently rested against the wall behind you, his cock smearing your own spit and his arousal over your open and awaiting mouth.

“You look pretty like this…” He muttered, rubbing his length over your face and tapping it teasingly against your mouth. “You hungry for more?” You’re sticking out your tongue and nodding right away, earning you a tense chuckle and the feeling of Ghost’s dick sliding into your mouth while his hand cushions the back of your head from the wall.

“Let me feed it to ya,” He grunts. “Shove my fat cock in your mouth and fuck your throat..” He adds with a feral sort of sound mixing with an ever-thickening accent.

You moan around his length, feeling your jaw muscles begin to start aching when your nose just barely grazes his pubic bone and his tip touches the back of your throat. He’s thick enough to qualify as the largest you’ve ever experienced, but you’re not the slightest bit concerned about whether he’ll be able to fit. You know he’ll make it fit if nothing else.

And him utterly pounding your throat sounded so hot that you tried pushing further down on his shaft yourself. Eager to feel Ghost as deep in you as possible. Ghost obliges you, and rocks his hips forward slowly, easing his thick head past that ring of pressure at the back of your throat and cursing under his breath when a wet, gurgling sound vibrates around his shaft as you begin swallowing around him.

“Bloody, fuucckk yes…” His groans punch through the quiet air, far louder than he should be risking in such a public space. But he’s only getting started with this experience as your nose presses against his pubic bone, and his hand flattens against the wall.

“So tight… doggin’ me right where anyone can see.”

It’s the thought that had you so eager, and right away you felt just how much it turned Ghost on too. Because the second he said it, he pulled back just a fraction and pushed himself back down your throat, beginning tight and quick thrusts that made your eyes roll back. He kept a furious pace, growling and holding tight to the back of your head until you tapped at the back of his thigh a few times, and he pulled out with a loud grunt, giving you a moment to breathe. You panted, seeing a thick web of spit connecting your mouth and his tip before watching it break and drip down your shirt.

You’re about to tell Ghost… something. But you instantly lose thought of it when he’s bent down with his mask rucked up just far enough to smash his mouth to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth and practically eating you from the inside out. You can still taste the salty edge of his skin, and it’s almost heady to have his mouth mingling with yours and sharing his arousal between soft moans and heavy breaths. The kiss is long and feverish, but not near long enough before he’s standing back up and stroking his fist up and down his cock right in front of you like an unreal kind of dream somehow coming to life.

“Please.” You mutter a bit hoarse from the rough treatment of your throat, totally unsure of what you really want most. Between his mouth, words, and dick there’s so much more than just one you desired, but at least one of them needed to be delivered to you to attempt satisfaction.

“Open up, little one…” Ghost whispers face re-masked already, and it makes you whine pathetically, having naively believed he’d allow you just one glimpse at the mouth you’d just tasted. “Need to have more of you.” You’re totally happy to resign by leaning your head back against the wall with your tongue wetting your lips in the cold air.

Ghost starts painfully slow, holding your head on both sides of your jaw and teasing his head against your tongue and the textured roof of your mouth; indiscernible words falling from his mouth and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You would’ve thought it was nothing more than your Lieutenant just taking his pleasure as offered. But the way his thumbs brushed over your cheeks and his fingers would occasionally rub over the stretched muscles in your jaw gave you the feeling that he was well aware of what you were surrendering to him. As well as how thankful he was to have you on your knees, and looking so fucking angelic swallowing and spitting on his dick like a dirty little whore.

“Let me - Wanna…” His rising breaths and steady strokes begin to falter the longer he thrusts inside your mouth, meticulously avoiding forcing himself deeper in disappointment; resulting in your whining and muffled complaints and pleasure. Had his hands not been purposefully holding you back to prolong the session, Ghost probably wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“P-patience…” His stammer made your chest clench in satisfaction. “Don’t - don’t wanna finish in your mouth…”. That breathy comment nearly struck you stiff as concrete.

You couldn’t believe that after this entire ordeal, Ghost was actually trying to end a blowjob without you finishing it the way you honestly believed it should always end. With you swallowing every last fucking drop that the Lieutenant gave you; wearing a goddamn smile bigger than anyone has ever seen. If he hadn’t been lying and head never impressed him, there wasn’t a chance in Hell you were going to let him finish anywhere that wasn’t down your throat. In a split second, you were shaking your head no and pulling back off his cock with a slight gasp.

“No, finish.” It’s the most demanding and certain you’ve sounded all night. “Finish in my mouth, Ghost.”

His eyes say it all.

They’re wide with his pupils blown at impressive dimensions and his thick eyelashes flutter as his shocked expression forces him to blink over and over again to make sense of you. Mouth and chin covered in spit, on your knees, and literally begging him to come in your mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking filthy…” He mutters aloud, watching intently as you slide back down over him one more time and begin doing what you wanted to from the very beginning.

Bring Ghost to his knees.

It’s a moment before you have him cursing and holding onto the wall with both hands again as you push deeper and deeper until you're teasing the tip of your nose against him yet again. Unwilling to let him pull you off this time or prolong this. Deserving this release was the bare minimum. Not only did you want to provide him ultimate pleasure where no one else had, but you enjoyed every single bit of it. You needed this as much -if not more- than Ghost.

Heavy and twitching in your mouth, Ghost was teetering on the edge of his orgasm with stuttering hips and one hand sliding down to rest on your head. Not pushing this time, just laying at the crown like your movements were too much to feel with only one part of his body. Short pants were cut short by unintelligible words and strained attempts to say what you already knew.

As if giving your final approval of the idea Ghost had found unacceptable, you push him as deep as you could one final time; Hearing his loud shout echo down the breezeway as both of his hands grabbed harshly onto the sides of your head. Pumping stream after stream of his hot release down your throat you moaned deeply, feeling him gently rock his hips against your face as he rode down his high on shaky legs. You gagged a little as he pulled out, feeling your throat begin to burn in an unfamiliar way that had never followed you sharing a moment like this with another man. Only one look at Ghost’s cock right in front of your face was more than enough to reassure you he’d just been the one who gave you enough of a delicious stretch to feel for days to come.

Your eyes met his and a small little shy smile crossed your sore lips, contrasting the absolutely deplorable -and punishable- act you’d ever committed with a superior officer. Wordlessly Ghost tucked himself back into his underwear and neglected to button his pants back up before dropping to a knee right in front of you and pulling up his mask again to brush his lips against yours.

“Want to taste,” He whispered ever-so-softly, hands holding your head gently.

“Need to taste me inside your mouth.” He added, licking your lips before closing the distance between you for a second time. This kiss was still intense. Ghost controlling the pace and just how much dominance you had, which nearly came to zero when he licked into your mouth, groaning shamelessly. He could taste his release coating your mouth as he utterly overwhelmed you with kisses, licks, bites, and more moans that fell like honey on your ears.

You were the first to pull back for a gasp of air you’d gone full minutes without, feeling your own mouth and body beginning to feel a little weak with exhaustion not typical of a well-conditioned soldier like yourself. Your Lieutenant took note right away and rested his head against yours reassuringly, his nose touching yours.

“You’re too cold to be out here like this.” He whispered, pulling your cheek affectionately and wrapping the other arm around you. “Not gonna let you freeze after that.” He chuckled a bit sluggishly, kissing you again long and chaste.

He pulled his mask back down and gave very little effort to pick you up off your knees and into his arms without question or hesitation. Leaving you feeling like a treasured prize he’d won and refused to let out of his sight for more than a moment. Safe and protected, you couldn’t care one bit about the cold nipping through your thin clothes and resting your head against Ghost’s shoulder as he carried you back to the hotel room the 141 had already retired for the night in.

Expertly avoiding Soap and Gaz laying on couch cushions on the floor and covered with extra bedsheets, sliding around Price’s bed without bumping it, all while carrying you Ghost sat you down on the edge of the bed he’d been keen to claim as his own right when you’d arrived. You were nearly asleep just sitting there when he unlaced your boots enough to tug them off, pulled your shirt off over your head, and replaced it with one of his hoodies. Finally, he takes off your pants and nods for you to move up to the top of the bed, acting just as he would normally. But as he climbed into the bed next to you and tugged you back against him tightly, you realized you’d gotten a lot more than you bargained for.

Sure you might’ve changed Ghost’s mind about getting head… but you weren’t finished yet. Because Ghost was curling his arm around your waist and burying his masked face in between your shoulder blades like cuddling with you at night was the usual way of things. His fingers innocently traced the waistband of your underwear, and he radiated body heat that melted away the fringe sensations of cold on your body easily.

“I’ve made a decision,” He whispers very quietly so as not to wake the others. And you wiggle back a little closer to him, nodding your head as a silent acknowledgment for him to go on. Expecting him to say that you did -in fact- change his mind about getting blown.

“You’re mine now.”

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[yndrgrl]

yandere! dabi x fem reader?

you're a fool to think that you could trick japan's no. 1 mafia boss, yandere! dabi , & get away with it

long ass fic. crime lord x spy. quirkless! au. heavily tatted! dabi lmaooo. extra dark romance. fem! reader. ooc! dabi. picture "diet mountain dew" playing, thanks. manz is OBSESSED obsessed.

warnings: nsfw, depictions of extreme/hardcore sex, sex slavery, obsessive behavior, making "movies," mentions of heavy stalking & panty stealing, sex in front of his men, sadism, reader passes out, light knifeplay,

a/n: uhhh is this too much (i hope not cuz i have a couple more hardcore ones cooking) 😭 also look, i'm finally doing the requests that are long overdue... my fault, g.

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"boss, she's here," one of dabi's goons said after he knocked on the large, mahogany door. there was shuffling, laughter, then a muffled "send her in," that followed.

"you heard the man," the other shrugged, opening the door for you. after you, they followed into the room.

your heart was pounding out of your chest & there was a violent ringing in your ear. your breathes were shallow & shaken, yet you had to maintain a calm composure because, in the eyes of japan's most notorious criminal mastermind, you were merely a recruiter for his mob. you're playing the part as a low-life thug/seductress who's in desperate need of money.

of course, that's not the case. you had a good head on your shoulders. you were working for japan's government, a special operation unit ran by a sergeant dubbed "endeavor." your mission is to gather information, find out their next big drug trade, & bust it while keeping your head down. & honestly, it's been going well. you were prepared to fight off dabi's goons left & right because, well... you're a woman, & they are horny, egotistical assholes.

however, none of them approached you. all of them looked scared of you, actually. you felt like a badass, but it was also compromising your mission. how in god's name are you supposed to collect intel of no one will talk with you?

"(y/n), baby, please have a seat," said dabi, snapping you out of your thoughts. you didn't know if you should smile or stay stoic, but your nerves got the better of you & your lips curled upwards.

"yes, sir," you said back. you allowed yourself to notice him, his features. he wore a suit, presumably to look professional even though it just made him look intimidating. with his jet black hair, bags under his piercing blue eyes, & pale skin littered with ink, he had an aura around him, & there's no wonder why or how he's gotten so powerful. his tattoos that were visible to you were mainly on his face & on his hands; there was a bold line stretching ear to ear, dipping in the crevasse of his mouth. it made him look like he had a smile. under the bold line were more intricate tattoos-- flowers, thorns, knives, the works.

"please, call me whatever your heart desires, princess," he purred, & the doors of his lavish office slammed shut. there was no reception in this part of his headquarters, you've already checked. you tried reasoning with your worries, telling yourself that there was no way you've been caught, you haven't even talked to anyone!

you replied, "i am anything but a princess, sir."

"sticking with sir?" he questioned, & you nodded, then he continued, "you can be anything you want to be, no?"

"in the perfect world, i guess i could," you said with furrowed brows. why were you in here exactly?

"no, no, no. that's not what i mean."

"my apologies, what did you mean?" you asked, fighting yourself not to fidget. fidgeting means that your nervous, being nervous means you've done something you're not supposed to, & you haven't dont anything wrong.

"i mean, you," he pointed at you, dragging the word longer than he had to, "you. can be anything you want." he was met with a calculating silence. the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.

finally, you questioned, "why am i here, sir? i'm just a... you know, a concubine." that was your role.

"oh, are you now? what exactly are you doing for my company?" he leaned forward, his face resting in the palm of his hand. he looked bored, yet there was a twinkle in his eyes that said otherwise. it finally sunk in what kind of position you are in. there are two men guarding the only exit, there are three armed men standing behind dabi, & the infamous crime lord himself was sitting across from you, only a desk length away.

"i'm sending men your way so you can grow you um.. company," you told him, & that was the story you're sticking with.

dabi, with a smirk, muttered under his breath with a laugh, "you're fuckin' priceless, doll." with a clear voice this time, he asked, "has anyone touched you?"

what kind of question is that? "yes, sir." no, no one has, you were lying.

he still had a smirk on his face, his bright blue eyes drilling into yours. he fished something in his pocket, his eyes still glued on you. in your head, you kept screaming it was a gun or a knife, he was going to shoot you point blank, you're about to die-

"why do you look so scared, hun?" taunted dabi, finally throwing his hand out of his pocket, & you flinched. this is it, he's about to kill you with a... lighter? wait. he snapped his fingers with the hand that his face was resting on. one of his henchmen quickly handed him something. lighting it, he sneered, "it's just a cigarette~"

he inhaled deep, & blew out a puff a of grey smoke your direction. "you're so jumpy, babe."

"i'm just confused why i'm here is all," you swallowed, your eyes watering slightly because of the smoke.

"i'm considering you for a promotion," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"a promotion?"

"yeah, you could call it that. instead of being some recruiter-prostitute, how does 'dabi's little housewife slut' sound instead? nice ring to it, huh?" he said, breathing in the tobacco & studying your expression.

"i-i'm sorry?" you coughed out, shocked.

"you can be anything, can't you? that's your whole job, am i wrong?" he questioned, eyes darkening. his playful demeanor was gone, & something more sinister glossed over his expression.

"i'm not sure what you mean-" you were cut off by his fist slamming down on his desk, the things on it vibrating & falling off.

"(y/n), do you think i'm stupid?"

"n-no, of course not, sir!" you tried to reason, maybe he was upset about something else.

"do you think i'm fuckin' stupid?" the man scowled, standing up to his feet. his henchmen gripped their weapons tighter, their backs just a bit more straighter. oh, he knew.

"i don't think you're stupid, sir. you're a smart man, i know that-"

"though your flattery gets me hard, it's unwanted right now, doll," dabi told you as he walked towards you while you were just sitting there, your hands on your lap. you picked the dirt from under your nails, the balls of your feet grinding the vintage rug underneath you. your eyes were trained on him in fear that, if you looked away, he'd pounce.

under your breath, you repeated unsure, "hard?" you didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. suddenly, as he was standing directly on your side, he gripped the arms of your chair & forced it to turn. he caged you between him & the chair, him bent down so his face was only inches away from you. you could smell the smoke on his breath, his expensive cologne, & faint iron smell-- whether it was blood or gunpowder, you didn't want to find out.

"you're so bold, spying on me~ i didn't think you'd actually accept the job, yet here you are, thinking you are just so clever, huh?" he laughed in your face, but his tone was still deep.

"y-you know?" you stuttered out, eyes wide. he was so close to you, he was a killer with no remorse, that's what they told you before you took this mission. you've heard it all before, & you've taken guys like him down, but they've never caught on to you. you had no plan, all you could do is hope that your crew knew your location.

"of course i know, (y/n)~ i know so much about you, & i must say, i'm such a fan," he started, looking at you up and down. you weren't cowering away from him, but you also weren't confident. you were going to try something, he knew it. "i'm honored to be your next big case. it's such a shame you won't be completing your mission though."

you swallowed thickly, & you gave him your best don't-fuck-with-me glare you could muster. "what now then? you caught me, you gonna kill me now?" you barked, hoping to intimidate him. instead, you were met with a bone chilling smile.

he chuckled, brushing his fingers through his wild hair, "oh no, sweetheart, i'm afraid you don't understand~" you started to search for something under your skirt-your gun- when he tightly gripped your wrist. "don't," he warned as he matched your glare.

the firm grasp you had on your gun loosened & it fell on the floor. he kicked it towards one of his men, who swiftly unloaded the mag & tossed it in the trash. "if it's information you want, you're not getting it outta me."

"wrong again, you get one more chance."

"would you stop fucking with me!?" you screamed at him, ready to oppose anything he wanted you to do. he gripped your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, & your hands shot up & held his wrist as you tried to wriggle out.

"watch your mouth when you talk to me," he warned, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "such a dirty mouth. if you were anyone else, i would've shot you instantly. consider yourself lucky."

"shtawp! le'me go!" you muttered through your puckered up lips, & surprisingly, he listened. once he let you go, you through yourself back into the chair to create as much distance as possible (it wasn't much). "wh-what are you going on about, dabi?"

"i thought i was, 'sir,' doll? what happened? we friends now?" he teased. the man gave you a fake pout & an eye roll.

"you wish. now answer me. what are you t-" he locked eyes with you once again, & you stumbled over your words, "t-talking about?"

he let out a dark chuckle, kneeling in front of you so his face was nearly resting on your lap. "princess, haven't you notice something weird has been happening ever since you took down shigiraki almost a year ago? don't you always feel like you're never alone? things appear in your car out of nowhere? your panties go missing from your apartment? haven't you ever wondered why you always feel so uneasy no matter where you are?"

your expression shifted from confused to terrified.

"you think you're all alone when you're scrubbing those perfect tits in the shower, huh? you really put on a show f'me when you masterbate. so fuckin' nasty, you know. i would love to know who's on your mind when you fingerfuck yourself," he said, licking his lips. his suit pants were tight enough that it was hard to miss the growing bulge. your eyes were teary out of embarrassment. "but i think i know who's on your mind when you do such dirty things."

"y-you don't know anything. m-my crew will be here soon o-once they realize i-i've been caught!" you fought, yet he had no care in the world. he through open your legs & tsked. you were told to wear a short skirt to "make it more believable," & now you're regretting everything. you tried to press your hands in between your thighs to block your clothed pussy out of his curious gaze.

"do you think so? cuz i think that they've completely forgetten about you 'cuz someone gave endeavor an anonymous tip on where my next drug deal will be held. i think that's more important than some captured spy, to be honest," he told you, "besides -men, hold her down- i have a feeling you actually really want this."

his goons, as they were told, held your wrists to the arms of the chair while another stood behind you, his gun looming just barely in the line of your vision. your legs were spread, & your arms were restrained. you thrashed as dabi's hot touch trailed up your calf to your inner thigh. your face was red hot in anger & flushed in shame. to fit your role, you wore a dark purple thong. your body betrayed you, a wet spot staining your panties. "st-stop! you-you're under arrest!"

"i-i-i am! oh n-no! wh-whatever will i do?!" he mocked, & his men laughed like he was some comedian. "please, (y/n), love, drop the fuckin' act. it's cute & all, but i'd rather you'd just stop pretending, i want you to enjoy this as much as i'm going to~" he faux pleaded, but he knew, either way, you were going to love it eventually. he heard your sighs of content whenever you read 'good guy x bad guy' spicy romances, he recorded you moaning his name when you first got assigned to this case.

"i-i really won't tell anyone, p-please let me go," you begged, watching him stand up & take off his blazer. he threw off his tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt, revealing his toned, tatted body. every part of his torso, chest, & arms were inked with dark grey tattoos. on his left pec was your initials in some fancy, grand font-- except it was a fleshy pink. a healed scar.

"you like it? or are you scared? i can't really tell," dabi questioned, leaning close to you. his guard's hands were replaced by his. "(y/n), if you tell me to stop nicely, maybe i will. granted, i'll lock you up until you're ready, but i'd wait. so tell me, with that dirty mouth of yours, what do you want?"

"uhm... w-what are you talking about?" you tried to avoid his inquiries, it shamed you to say the least. if you were to say what you wanted -what you truly wanted- you'd betray your country. you didn't want to answer.

"now, or later?" he repeated, tapping your wrist. "i'm gonna need to hear you say somethin' or i'll just do whatever i want, & trust me; you won't be able to handle it."

you were silent, your eyes darted from his icy ones, to his cold lips, to his tattooed body, & back to his eyes. avoidant, maybe that's all you have to do. he'll get bored of someone quiet, no?

"(y/n)~ sweetheart~ you're making a bad choice by keeping your mouth shut, unless that's what you want. you want me to use you, hm?" he teased, biting his lip afterward. dabi knew that look you were giving him because it's the one he gives you all the time. pure, primal lust. intrigue. but mostly lust.

you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. your heart was beating out of your chest, your voice caught onto your throat. you pondered, just for a moment, & you let your impulse control the outcome; you stayed silent.

after shutting your mouth, dabi smirked devilishly. "you've made your choice, remember that. so don't get too mad at me, 'kay? i give you permission to enjoy this as much as you want, but you probably didn't need my permission," he snickered. the man didn't even let you answer before capturing your rosy lips with his.

his kisses were intense, rough, yet so, so needy for you. in between pants & kisses, he whispered things like, "i've held myself back f' you," &, "god, fuckin' finally." your wrists were once again restrained by his henchmen, while his hands wandered around your body. as one hand cup your precious face, the other groped your tits through your clothes. if one shifted around your neck, the other one would be gripping your hips, bruising you already.

his pierced tongue explored your mouth. saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. his tongue was down your throat as he choked you. your spine jolted when two, long fingers began to ghost up and down your pussy, pushing a little harder over your clothes clit. he hooked the front part of your thong & pulled up. you let out a muffled scream as your panties disappeared in between your pussy lips. they were drenched in your arousal, & now you started leaking onto your skirt & his chair.

he finally released you from his kiss, your lungs burning. you let in a few shallow breaths before dabi bit your neck. he still had your thong wrapped around his finger, & every so often, he would pull upwards, & a scream of pained pleasure would follow in suit. bite marks & hickeys covered your neck. "all mine~" he purred, licking your tender neck.

"let's get these fuckin' clothes off'a ya," snarled dabi through gritted teeth. it was like opening a present for him. he tore through your t-shirt with ease, not even bothering undressing you all the way so the fabric just hung off of your shoulders. he suddenly fished a knife out of his pocket & cut your bra off of your body. he glided the dull side between the valley of your breasts, down to your heaving stomach. he shoved your mini skirt up around your waist & he cut off your soaked thong.

"fuckin' hell, babe. i've been dreaming about this," he groaned, stabbing the blade into his wooden desk. dabi squeezed your plush thighs, his handprints bruised on your skin. what was strange was how his men acted while the two of you were intimate; they were stoic & unwavering, their hardened faces expressionless.

they were under dabi's complete control, & that's just how he is. he knows how to get people on his side, he knows when they're interested, that's why he's such an influential man. "you really thought you could trick me?" he barked, pulling his leather belt out of his pants' loops. he fastened the belt around your wrists. "poor, little (y/n)~ all hot & bothered in front of the enemy~" with your hands bound, your legs were put onto the arms of the chair. once again, you were restrained by his men. ashamed & -quite honestly- turned on, you were splayed out on the chair, legs spread & pussy throbbing.

he undid the button on his pants, & they fell to the floor. his boxers were soon to follow. you were gawking his member, you couldn't help it. it's the biggest, thickest, you've ever been with in your life.

a smug, toothy grin stretched on his face as he watched your reaction. "you look shocked, doll," he noticed. dabi stood right in front of you, the tip of his cock gently slapping your clit. the contact made you jolt every time. "you've never been with someone like me, huh? that's why you're so quiet?"

you nodded sheepishly while you stared up at him with your doe eyes. he coated himself in your arousal before lining himself up with your entrance. dabi, in such a hushed tone it almost sounded sweet, cooed, "it's a shame i'm gonna use that perfect body. i want you to remember you chose this."

"y-yes sir, i-i remember," you replied back. when he whispered in your ear, it sent electricity up your spine, & you'd subconsciously arch your back.

he placed a firm kiss on your jaw, & he praised, "that's my girl~" dabi slid past you folds, diving himself into your entrance. he let out a throaty groan as he through his head back. his adam's apple bobbed, his hair becoming even more disheveled. dabi wasn't a man known for his slow, savory approach; his gentle demeanor was short-lived. he forced his cock into your dripping hole balls-deep. you let out a breathy scream, eyes widen for a second.

dabi towered over you, muscles flexed with every thrust. he pounded you into the chair that, with every thrust, you felt the chair legs wobble underneath you. he shooed his guards away from you because, in all honesty, you were not getting away from him. he's wanted you for too damn long, he's been patient enough.

honestly, it surprised him how slow you were taking the mission. you were behind enemy lines for months, you'd think that you would want to spend the least amount of time there as possible. it's no matter though, he has you right where he wants you. "aren't you worried, (y/n)? you're so quick to trust me," he pointed out in between his harsh thrusts.

every jerk made your tits bounce; he was fucking you so hard that your hearing became fuzzy. he kept hitting your g-spot over & over with the same roughness. "mnh~ t-too fast~ ngh-ahh," you whimpered. did he say something? if he didn't, you didn't even notice. it just was so overwhelming. even though you couldn't keep your mind straight, dabi still kept fucking you like you were some sex doll.

what snapped you back to reality was when a snap echoed off the walls, & your elevation changed. there was a pressure against your chest & a slight pain your back that was soon stretched out. the chair broke from beneath you. your head was cupped by dabi's tattooed hand. he laid flush against you while he folded you in half. your knees were to your chest & your legs rested on his broad shoulders.

at this angle, you could feel his cock in your stomach pumping in & out of your pussy. you let out a scream of pleasure as you begged, "sl-slow down! c-can't handle it!"

"aww~ i'm so sorry, doll face. i can't do that for you. maybe next time though," he joked as though he wasn't pounding you into oblivion. tears of overstimulation & slight frustration welled in your eyes. it was like you were cursed to overwhelming pleasure & moaning out his name forever.

god, did he have stamina. after an hour of raw fucking, he flipped in so many different positions. after the mating press, he put you into missionary with a tight grip on your plush hips. your arousal stained his expensive carpet, not that he cared because he'll just hire someone to clean it.

while he missionary, he let out a hearty groan, & his voice broke for a second. he held you tight as he drained his cum inside of your weeping hole. you thought that would be the end, but he took only a moment to breath before flipping you over to fuck you from behind.

ass in the air, back arched, & your face pressed against the ground, you saw stars that began to cloud your already-blurry vision. he rubbed your sensitive clit while he pumped his cock in & out of gorgeous, pitiful you. you whined for an ounce of sympathy. it was your first mistake thinking he was a normal man, & your second mistake was staying quiet when he so-graciously gave you a choice on how you wanted him.

"you're taking me so well, doll~" he praised with kisses on your arched back. you clenched around him when he said that, & his brow quirked up. "oh? you like that? you're squeezing so tight after i said that," he laughed. "you're such a pretty girl, all cock drunk just f'me~"

"st-stop it, you're b-being so-so mean," you sniffled but you didn't actually mean it... you were kind of a brat, but that's a secret you'd never tell. xoxo.

once you said that, he went more rough than before-- something you didn't realize was possible. you've creamed on his cock more times than you could count on your fingers with both your hands, yet he's only ejaculated once. the white stars started out as tiny dots, yet every time you came on dabi's thick, hard cock, they grew bigger. "g-gunna, i'm g-gunna... cu.. cum," you droned, letting the white stars overtake your vision, & all the sounds you hear became nothing more than a buzz. the only thing you could hear is dabi's laughter as you slowly slipped from consciousness. you squirted all over his cock -something you've never done before- then passed out. you went completely limp as subconscious sighs of pure hormonal ecstasy mixed with your heaving breath.

"uh oh, someone couldn't handle it," dabi tutted, yet he was still relentless as ever, make good of his promise to use you however he pleased. "what time is it?" he called out, & one of his men answered.

"hmm... i think it's about time for the show to begin then~" dabi said, petting your knotted hair as he scratched your scalp (all while he's still inside you, mind you). he came all over your ass a few moments later, then he carried you to his leather couch.

~~~

"where the fuck are we?" endeavor muttered as he stood in front of an abandoned movie theater.

"this is where the tip said dabi would be," his right hand man, hawks, told him. they were both in their tactical gear equipped with war-grade guns & knives at their disposal. soldiers rushed out the back of van in a single file line & they branched off to surround the building. some hid within the trees & branches, others crouched beside the doors to the building, but they were all waiting for one thing; endeavor's command. "should we try contacting (y/n) to see if she's heard anything?"

"we can't," endeavor said shortly, it would compromise the mission if they reached out to you before the designated time. you've agreed to have a twenty minute rendezvous with one of your "co-workers" every three days at three in the morning. your next scheduled rendezvous would be tomorrow.

his walkie-talkie buzzed off, & one of the squad captains said, "team one, in position."

"team two, in position."

"team three, in position."

"team four, in position."

endeavor, after hearing each captain, responded, "team zero, in position. take initiative in three... two... one...!" the burly man kicked open the main entrance door then pointed his gun around, using the flashlight to scan the area.

on his radio, he suddenly heard, "we've found something in theater nine!"

"hold your position, i am on my way. any surrounding teams make your way towards theater nine."

he stepped over debris, ignored any graffiti on the wall, & noted just how dark the atmosphere got the further he went down the corridor. down the hall was a glowing number nine above the very end left door. the fact that there was still electricity running through the building made him wonder how long dabi has been using this place for deliveries. it made him upset that he was right under his nose.

for years he's been hunting this man, this mafia who always seemed to be two steps ahead of him. now? now he had the upper hand. he has the newest, strongest equipment. his men were in the peak physical condition with reaction times as fast as f1 drivers. yet why was it this easy? he couldn't help but wonder.

endeavor reached theater nine, hawks close behind. the rest of his team stayed out of the room for look out. the other teams were already in the theater, fingers on their guns' trigger. it made a few of them jump when the projector started. "there's a man up there!" one yelled, & immediately endeavor turned over his shoulder to shoot at the projector window.

the bullet shattered the window, narrowly missing the shadowy figure. a team was already in pursuit, the captain speaking through their radio to let the others know. the projector was still running, & a voice caught endeavor's attention. his breath hitched, eyes narrowed.

"hello, endeavor~" greeted dabi, shirtless & coy as ever. "right on time, how did i know you were gonna be here?" he taunted, & endeavor noticed dabi's icy eyes darting down then back to the camera. all that was in frame was his upper half, a grand bookshelf in the background. his arm rested stretched out on the back his sofa. the other was in his lap.

"now before you leave & try to take this film for whatever, i wanna give you some peace in mind. my initial plan was just to blow all of you gullible fuckers up, but your cute little spy begged me not to, so you all better thank her. bad news though, you're not gonna see her any time soon," dabi sighed with fake sadness.

whispers erupted from endeavors soldiers. "(y/n)? is he talking about (y/n)?" "fuck... you don't think he..."

"don't get you panties in a twist, she's more than alright. i take good care of her. honestly, i should thank you for sending her right to me. when we get married, i might invite you to the wedding~" he cackled, & a cough was heard through the video. dabi suddenly looked down & yanked something, no, someone up. the back of your head was seen on the bottom of the camera.

"you fucker," endeavor cursed, even though it would fall on deaf ears. he couldn't tear his eyes away from the video. he wasn't even studying it anymore, he was just listening in disbelief.

"i made this movie to... send a message, i guess you could say," he shrugged nonchalantly. he looked back down to you, & his eyes softened. "c'mere, princess," he whispered, & as though you were hypnotized, you climbed atop his lap. "face the camera, show everyone how pretty you are~" & you did as you were told.

gasps filled the theater, nearly everyone looked away & took off their helmets. "oh, my god," hawks said in shock, it just slipped out. he looked at his -self-proclaimed- partner to gauge his reaction. endeavor couldn't tear his icy blue eyes away from the screen. he was as stiff as a statue, breath held.

the camera zoomed out, & there you were in dabi's bare lap, he held your legs wide open. your eyelids drooped, drool made your lips glossy, & you were practically limp in his hold. goops of cum seeped out of your puffy pussy, there was ropes of his semen covered your thighs & lower stomach. hickeys & hand-shape marks bruised your skin. instead of yearning eyes, begging for help, you had a nearly lovesick smile on your face. gently, dabi kissed your head, pecking down to your cheeks & he said hushed sweet-nothings into your ear.

"don't ever try to spy on me again, endeavor. & don't try to save (y/n), she doesn't need it. i promise i'll take such good care of her~"

[leapingbadger]

The Fallen

Summary - Hunter regrets not being able to save the young Jedi on Kaller. It’s through Omega joining the rebellion that he finally gets some closure.

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Hunter pulled himself up into the storage locker over the top of the Marauder’s main cabin. Crates had fallen haphazardly on their side from Tech’s latest evasive maneuvers. He set about straightening them and shifting them back into place. He came across a long storage locker at the far end, Crosshair’s armor. He hesitated to touch it, before surging forward and methodically securing it into place.

He sat down and wiped sweat off his brow. The heat of Ord Mantel of late was oppressive, just another reason Hunter was hoping they could leave soon and find a more suitable base for themselves.

“Omega,” Hunter called down, “Comm Tech, tell him to pick up more power converters. We’re out up here.”

“On it,” she said, excitedly pressing the button of her comm and relaying the request to her brother. He heard his brother’s taciturn response and lowered himself back down into the ship, his heavy boots hitting the floor with a clang.

He sighed. How had this ship become such a mess? Half eaten ration bars, medical wipes, dirt and pieces of discarded detritus littered the floor. They’d have to clean it up before their next mission.

“Hunter?” Omega asked

“Hmm,” he responded, distractedly picking up bits of rubbish from the floor and throwing them out the door to the space port.

“Why did you take me off of Kamino?” she asked.

“What do you mean? it wasn’t safe,” he said simply without taking his eyes off his current task.

“I know,” she responded twisting the hem of her tunic in her fingers, “but why did you come back for me? What’s so special about me?”

Hunter turned to meet her eyes and took in the look on her face. He couldn’t decide if it was curiosity or something else. “You’re one of us Omega. If I’d known that at the time we wouldn’t have left you behind in the first place.” His words stung in his throat as he thought of Crosshair, the last member of Clone Force 99 on Kamino.

She signed and gave him a small smile, but she didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. “There wasn’t…another reason?” she asked quietly, not meeting his gaze.

Hunter sank into the nearby chair by the communications array. “Omega, tell me what you need to know.”

Her large brown eyes looked up at him sadly, her bright, blonde, cropped hair still too short to be tucked behind her ear, fell over her forehead.

“Tech told me about Kaller.”

“Okay,” Hunter said, “is this about… Crosshair?”

Omega looked alarmed and shook her head, “No it’s not that…Tech mentioned something, the other day. About a boy you tried to save…but couldn’t.”

Hunter felt his stomach clench as he finally understood. “How did this even come up?”

Omega shrugged, “Tech was going through Imperial files. He said he was checking on something for you.”

Hunter let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, kid. There was a boy, a Jedi. Caleb. We were on a mission, our last mission for the Republic actually when…when things changed…” Hunter paused and felt a rush of cold over his whole body as though he were back on that ice planet, standing at the cliff edge, begging to be heard by a scared kid.

“What happened?” Omega asked in a tiny voice, as though trying not to intrude on Hunter’s memories.

He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head, “The inhibitor chips activated in the middle of the mission. The Regs executed the General…” Hunter heard the General’s cries of ‘Run, Caleb,’ and tried to shake them off. “We tried to help the kid, but we didn’t know that Crosshair was… affected…didn’t understand what was happening. Caleb escaped; but…I couldn’t protect him. He didn’t trust me. When we met you, I thought maybe I could help protect you.” He said simply. Hoping he’d explained it right. Hoping she didn’t feel like a runner up or that their choice would have been different if they had managed to save Caleb as well.

“What happened to Caleb?” Omega asked, eyes wide.

“Tech checks the imperial records periodically for any mention of him. If he was captured, they’d make it known. So far, we haven’t found anything.”

“So, he survived?” she asked optimistically.

Hunter smiled, “I hope so.”

Hunter watched as Omega paused, clearly thinking through her next question carefully. She was still ringing her tunic through her hands as though nervous.

Hunter rested his hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him, “Omega, even if we had succeeded in helping Caleb, we would still have wanted to take you off Kamino. You weren’t a consolation prize. You’re a member of our squad, were a member of our squad even then. We just didn’t know it yet. Do you understand?”

Omega’s shoulders relaxed as he spoke, her smile becoming broad, pink patches appearing on her cheeks, “Okay, Hunter.”

He smiled and patted her shoulder.  “Can you help me clear this mess up before the others get back?”

“Of course,” she said happily, flitting around the ship, making herself useful.

Hunter and Omega moved to opposite ends of the Ship. Hunter came across Tech’s secondary datapad resting on the pilot seat and turned it on. The imperial data was still up. He stood as the sun streamed through the window of the Marauders cockpit. Scrolling through the data slowly, not wanting to miss any hints or mentions. Finally, setting it down he breathed a sigh of relief. There was no mention of Jedi Caleb Doom.

“Are we done?” Omega asked, looking around the ship.

“Yeah, I think so. Let’s go find the others,” he said leading the young clone out in to steamy Ord Mantell.

***

The sunlight streamed into the pabu cottage. Hunter was fixing himself some caf when he felt a buzzing on the edge of his senses.

“Wrecker, check the comm. Omega’s calling,”

A few seconds later the comm on the common room table trilled, signaling a call.

“How do you do that?” Wrecker grumbled as he made his way out of this bedroom. He pressed the button to connect the call and grinned as Omega’s smiling face came into the frame.

“Now, there’s a site” he said joyfully, collapsing on the sofa behind him and reaching out to touch her face.

“Where’s Hunter?” she asked breathlessly. Wrecker looked taken aback and she quickly took a breath, “Sorry Wrecker. How are you?”

“I’m good,” he said, waving her bluntness away. “Hunter’s coming, just in the Kitchen,”

“I’m here,” Hunter said, striding into the room with his cup and sitting next to his brother. “How are you? You look tired,”

Omega rolled her eyes and took a breath, “There’s something I have to tell you.” she said, hands up for emphasis as she talked. “Where’s Crosshair?”

“Still sleeping,” Hunter interjected. “Should we wake him?”

“Um…probably not just yet.”

Wrecker and Hunter traded a glance and turned back to their kid. Her hair was pulled back into a braid that trailed down her back, her bangs still draped over her right eye. She wore a bright yellow jacket over a brown jumpsuit that looked old and stained.

“Are you okay? Anything happen?” Hunter asked, leaning forward to try and read her face. He noticed a bruise under her right eye but didn’t say anything. Noting it for later.

“No… I mean, yes something did happen but nothing bad. I just…I had to tell you,”

Hunter’s brow furrowed. She was dancing around whatever she wanted to tell him, and he felt a knot grow in his stomach. If she needed something, help, he couldn’t get to her in time. Although, it didn’t seem like she was in trouble.

“I found him,” She took a deep breath again, closing her eyes as though to center herself. “I found Caleb Dume, Hunter, He’s here. On the base. With Hera.”

“Wait, Hera from Ryloth?” Hunter’s eyes flicked left and right, trying to remember the green Twi’lek girl they had helped all those years ago.

“Yes,” Omega said jubilantly. “She’s in the rebellion. I ran into her yesterday, her and her crew. We got a chance to catch up this morning and her, I dunno, boyfriend maybe, his name in Kanen but she told me it used to be Caleb. That he changed it after the war because he was a jedi. He’s here, Hunter. He survived.”

The words spilled out of Omega’s mouth as though she couldn’t contain them any longer. Hunter felt like he had been struck in the face. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his beard, thinking back to that fateful day. He felt a cool breeze sweep down his spine. Part of his chest released, as though he had been holding something there all these years.

“Hunter? Are you okay?” Omega said, shooting Wrecker with a worried look.

“Yeah. Yeah, kid. I’m…great. That’s…that’s amazing news.” He said with a smile.

“Do you want to talk to him, I can see if I can…”

“No.” Hunter said firmly. Again, Omega and Wrecker exchanged glances. “I don’t think he’d want to see us. I’m sure that’s something he’s been trying to forget.”

“But you tried to save him…”

“I know that, and you know that. He doesn’t know that. He didn’t feel that, or he would have come with us all those years ago. I think…I think it’s best if you just let it lie. He’s alive and that’s amazing news.”

Wrecker nodded solemnly next to him and clapped Hunter on the back.

“Okay,” Omega said, slightly deflated.

“Why don’t you tell us about your adventures.” Hunter said encouragingly, hoping to change the subject.

Omega’s face lit up and she spoke about her most recent mission for the rebellion. Hunter winced at the occasional close call and knew she was keeping the really dangerous information to herself for their sake. Crosshair joined the conversation halfway through, waking up to the sound of Omega’s voice and leaping out of bed.

They talked for a while, laughing about old times, drinking up the stories of Omega’s missions when an alarm blared behind her.

“Oh, that’s me. I have to go,” she said hastily.

“Bye Omega,” Wrecker called, waving at her.

“Be Safe.” Said Crosshair.

They both walked back to their respective rooms.

“Hunter?” Omega asked, the alarm still blaring in the background.

“Yeah, Kid?”

“Should I lie if they ask where I’m from? If Hera asks about you?”

Hunter smiled and took in the worry in her eyes. “You don’t have to lie about who you are Omega. We’re proud that you’re a member of our squad and I know you are too. Maybe just let Hera know and see if she has any suggestions on how to handle things. She was pretty perceptive as a kid.”

Omega smiled and nodded. “Will do,” She have a little salute that Hunter returned with a smile.

“We miss you, Kid. Stay safe. Come home soon.”

The connection broke and the room fell silent. Hunter sat back on the couch, elbows on his knees, head resting in his hands. After all this time, finally knowing that Caleb had survived to adulthood was overwhelming. He felt his chest constrict and tears prickle in the corner of his eyes. He took a deep breath, forcing them to pass. He had survived.

***

Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair stood back as the ship’s ramp lowered onto the stone top of Pabu. Blossoms from the weeping maya tree scattered in the warm breeze. The scent of honey and salt water wafting in the air.

Hunter smiled as he saw Omega as soon as she rounded the corner. She charged down the ramp her long blond hair streaking behind her as she leapt into his arms, almost knocking him over.

“It’s so good to see you,” She cried into his neck.

“New ship?” Hunter asked, gazing up at the yellow and red stiped freighter.

“Not exactly. I just bummed a ride,” she said, hugging Wrecker and Crosshair in turn.

She looked smug as she turned back to the ship in time to see a tall, green Twi’lek exit, an orange droid trailing obediently after her.

“Is that..?” Wrecker started.

“Hera Syndulla,” Hunter said with a smile. She was almost as tall as Omega and waved as she came down the ramp.

“What brings you here?” Hunter asked.

“I thought it was about time I brought your daughter back to you before she tried to get herself blown up again.” She said with a laugh, her Lekku swaying in the breeze.

Omega rolled her eyes but smiled all the same.

“Besides, I could do with a vacation, and I hear this is quite the restful spot.”

“It is when Omega’s not around,” Crosshair said sarcastically.

“You must be Crosshair,” Hera said, extending her hand. Crosshair took it and smiled over at Omega.

“Been telling stories?” he asked her.

“Only the good ones.” she replied, putting her arm around his shoulder.

“How long ya staying, Megs” Wrecker asked hopefully.

“Only a couple of rotations. The rest of the team are still on Lothal so we can’t be gone too long.”

“Do you want to head to the house? Or are you staying on the ship?” Hunter asked

“I think Hera is staying on the ship, but I’d like my own bed, at least for a couple of nights.” Omega said, and Hunter tried to suppress his joy. The house was never quiet, but it was certainly more so when Omega was gone. “But first, there’s something I want you to see on the Ship. Hunter? Maybe just you first?”

Hunter’s brow furrowed as he looked at Omega. She and Hera traded glances but smiled.

“I promise it’s nothing bad.” She said, taking his hand and leading him up the ramp. Hunter shrugged at his brothers and followed. They walked through the cargo hold and up into the body of the ship, past some living quarters. He paused as they came to the door of the common room.

“You know my senses aren’t completely dead, right?”

Omega gave an embarrassed smile and pressed the panel for the door release.

Sitting at the console table in the middle of the room was a man. Long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, much like his own. Lightsaber hilt hanging from his belt. His Intense eyes gazed at Hunter.

Hunter’s feet took him into the room without his body being conscious of it.

“Commander,” Hunter said in greeting with a slight nod of his head.

“Sergeant,” Caleb replied in a raspy voice.

“It’s just Hunter now,” Hunter said with a shrug, moving further into the room.

“Kanan,” he replied.

Omega and Hera hovered in the hallway, eyes flicking from one to another as though wondering if they needed to supervise.

“Its fine.” Kanan said, waving his hand, closing the door.

Hunter sighed. Trying not to stare at the face that had haunted him. His eyes were darker, his face more severe but he could easily see the young padawan in the bones on the jedi in front of him.

“I’m glad you survived,” Hunter said, his voice hoarser than he was expecting.

“Thanks. It wasn’t easy.”

“I bet,” Hunter said.

A silence fell in the room. The sounds of the ship, the murmur of conversation from Omega and Hera in the hallway, the squeaks of the moon-yos on the island seem tampered in the room, as though sound couldn’t penetrate the atmosphere.

“Omega told me about your squad.” Kanan continued, getting up from his seat and crossing over to Hunter. “can’t say I was surprised that you took in a helpless kid.”

Hunter shrugged. “She was one of us.”

“Yeah, so she said. She mentioned that you tried to find me in imperial files.”

Hunter nodded but didn’t say more. He felt uneasy, like he was in two places at once. Two versions of himself were colliding.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you,” he said, after a long pause.

Kanan shrugged, “If you had I wouldn’t be here. Wouldn’t have met Hera. The force works in mysterious ways…But thank you for trying.”

Hunter smiled. “Any time.”

Kanan laughed, “don’t let Here hear you say that. She’ll have you signed up for the rebellion in no time.”

Hunter laughed too, “Sorry, we’re officially retired.”

“Yeah, that’s what Rex said too.” Kanan said with a smile.

Time in the cockpit of the ghost passed easily after the initial shock had worn off. Kanan had caught Hunter up on his teams exploits on Lothal and some of Omega’s more harrowing missions she had neglected to mention. He’d be sure to ask her about that later.

“A padawan of your own.” He said, after listening to Kanan divulge the inner workings of a life with a young force user. “I bet General Balaba would be very proud of the life you’ve made for yourself.” Hunter said, hoping he wasn’t crossing the line in invoking her name.

“Thank you” Kanan said “I hope so. Any advice on raising a kid in a war zone?”

Hunter laughed, “Well technically Omega’s older than us, so you may have to ask her. The only advice I got was that she wasn’t a soldier and that I couldn’t expect her to act like one. We just followed that track, taught her what she needed to know to stay safe, trusted her intuition and expertise and fought for her with every fiber of our being. It wasn’t easy but it ended up okay…in the end.”

Kanan smiled. “I’ll take it under advisement.”

***

Two rotations went by too quickly for Hunter’s liking. He was just getting used to Omega being home when it was time for her to leave. She smiled as she left her bedroom that morning, bed bandana pushing her hair back off her face.

“Uh, I’m not ready for you to go yet,” he said to her as she swept into the kitchen and grabbed a mug of caf.

“I know, but we’re finally making some progress, we can’t give up now.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Omega asked, peeking around the corner into the common room.

“Up top with the Ghost,” Hunter replied.

“Did Crosshair and Kanan…”

“Yeah, a little. I don’t think either of them want to think about that time. We all just need to move on.”

Omega nodded, swallowing the last of her caf and wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

“We’re you raised in a barn?” Hunter asked, exasperated.

She laughed, “no, with a bunch of fugitives though.”

Hunter chuckled and followed her out the door, up the path and to the crest of Pabu.

***

Hunter woke with a start. It was the middle of the night. The comm in the common room had sprung to life. It could only be one person. He was out of bed and had sprung over the back of the couch before the comm chimed a second time.

“Hunter?” Omega wailed into the comm. Her face was tear stained; her hair disheveled, large black bags hung under her eyes like she hadn��t slept in days. The dark room was illuminated with nothing but the blue light of the comm.

“Omega, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asked desperation in his voice. He reached out to wipe the tears from her cheek, interrupting the feed as he did so. She flickered and disappeared before coming back.

“He’s dead,” she whispered. Hunter felt as though a brick had dropped into his chest. He knew who she was talking about, without having to ask. He just knew. “Kanan’s dead.”

She was completely incoherent now. Hunter tried his best to comfort her. “It’s okay Omega. Tell me what happened. Do you need us to come to you? Where are you? Are you safe? Is Hera safe?”

Minutes passed as Omega tried to regain control. He hadn’t seen her like this in years, not since Tech. She took deep, shuddering breaths and finally regained some control.

The noise had woken his brothers. Wrecker and Crosshair were both out of bed, Hunter sandwiched between them on the couch.

“…there was an explosion. They were trying to rescue Hera. He saved her. Saved them all but he was…he died.”

Hunter hung his head. Of course he died protecting his family. Hunter would have done the same thing.

“I’m sorry, Omega. Do you need to come home?”

“No. No, I’ll be fine.” she said, sniffing heavily. “I just… wanted to tell you. I know you…he was important to…”

“I’m fine, Omega. Focus on yourself and Hera. Come home when you’re ready. We miss you.”

His brothers nodded an affirmative. The call ended and Crosshair and Wrecker padded back to their rooms, lost in their own thoughts.

The room was dark but for the moonlight streaming in the kitchen window. Hunter padded quietly over to the far cabinet and pulled a bottle of spirit down. Uncorking it he poured himself and glass, opened the front door and strode out to the wooden bench on the patio.  The moonlight danced on the waves below.

He closed his eyes.

“You ready for this Kid, we move fast.”

“Good, that’s the only way I know.”

Hunter ran his hand over his hair and sighed. “May the force be with you, Caleb.” he said, holding the glass up to the midnight sky. He lowered it to his lips and took a deep drink.

[wisteriaw0rld]

-ˋˏ ༻motherly love༺ ˎˊ-

||synopsis: they like you because of how motherly you treat them, but despite them having a crush you might only like them platonically♡

||a/n: originally requested by anon but I accidentally deleted the request. (Again, I still might be slow on requests, I apologize in advance) - (In this the reader is a hashira and Tanjiros sibling!)

||characters: Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, Genya, Muichiro

“It’s not fashionable to love me.” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚagatsuma zenitsuɞ˚

♡Zenitsu had never actually met you until he landed in the butterfly mansion after the incident on the infinity train.

♡Tanjiro talked about you a lot. Considering you were a Hashira you were always busy with duties and you never had the chance to talk visit Tanjiro and meet his friends.

♡However after you had gotten the news of the flame pillars death after an encounter with upper moon two, you immediately rushed to the butterfly estate to make sure Tanjiro was okay. That was the first time you had actually met his friends.

♡The moment you made sure Tanjiro was okay, you took the time to meet his friends.

♡Right after Zenitsu met you, he immediately asked you to marry him. Before you could even politely decline, Tanjiro smacked him on the back of his head.

♡It didn’t take very long until you realized Zenitsu’s scared personality. He would practically scream at everything. 

♡Any time you got the chance, you would visit the butterfly estate to help him train. 

♡You felt bad at how he was terrified of being a demon slayer. So you offered to help him. You began training him and attempting to get rid of his fears.

♡Any time Zenitsu got scared, which happened a lot, he’d cling to your side while you pat his head reassuring him he was okay.

♡The food you make for him is also something that makes him feel better after getting scared. If your head pat’s don’t help him, your food will. But he’ll definitely have tears in his eyes while eating.

♡Being with Zenitsu is much like being stuck with a scared little kid that’s by your side 24/7.

♡He gets attached to you very quickly. With the way you treat him so kindly, he can’t not be by your side.

♡So whenever he has a mission without you, he’s gripping onto your haori while the people he’s going on the mission with try to pry him off of you while yelling apologies.

♡He overall loves how you treat him. So gentle and nice.

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˚ʚhashibira inosukeɞ˚

♡He doesn’t care much about you being a hashira. Let alone Tanjiros sibling. The moment he see’s you he’s trying to fight you without a second thought.

♡At first, he doesn’t even know you’re Tanjiro’s sibling. While Tanjiro does talk about you a lot, he’s never explained how you look.

♡Inosuke found you sitting at the engawa of the butterfly estate eating an onigiri while minding your own business. The moment he see’s you he takes out his swords, yelling at you to fight him.

♡Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho, who all saw Inosuke trying to fight you, immediately grabbed onto his legs while yelling at him to stop. They knew you were fully capable of beating him as a hashira. That’s why they were trying to get him away. So his injuries wouldn’t possibly end up worse.

♡With all the commotion, Zenitsu heard and walked over in confusion. Then Tanjiro followed. Only to see Inosuke trying to fight you.

♡That’s when inosuke found out that you were Tanjiros sibling. And a hashira at that.

♡The moment you actually first got along with Inosuke was when you were helping Aoi in the kitchen. Aoi had to leave to finish the laundry and that’s when Inosuke ran in.

♡As always he had demanded you to fight him. Every time you ignored his offer. So this time you did as well.

♡”You want some takoyaki?” You asked, completely ignoring his request. It took him a while to process what you said. Especially since he’d already eaten and he wasn’t allowed to have seconds.

♡Eventually Inosuke got used to you giving him food. Even when he was no longer at the butterfly estate.

♡He’s not really used to kindness or affection. Tanjiro had been enough with how nice he treated everyone. But the moment he met you it was different. You had obviously favored him.

♡You were also used to being overly affectionate unlike him. Having so many siblings and being the oldest next to tanjiro made you show affection to others.

♡With all the attention you gave him it didn’t take long until he fell for you. It came to the point you were the only person that was able to calm him down whenever he acted rashly.

♡Many people are shocked when it comes to your interactions with him. Inosuke cares deeply about you but refuses to show it.

♡Even with his efforts to keep it a secret, his crush on you remains obvious to you

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˚ʚtsuyuri kanaoɞ˚

♡Kanao met you through shinobu after she  decided to visit your estate and bring Kanao with her.

♡You were only a year older than Kanao and considering your kind personality, shinobu had assumed the two of you could become good friends.

♡The moment Kanao met you, she fell for you and she fell hard. She’s not used to being cared for which is the main reason she loves you so much. 

♡She doesn’t know much about love but the way you treat her made her admire you.

♡Kanao loves to spend time with you and is always visiting your estate once she’s done with her job at the butterfly mansion.

♡She eventually learns how to talk to you without using her coin with easily helps her open up to you. It takes a while but she soon learns how to talk to you without a problem.

♡Kanao adores the way you care for her. Your hugs and company sooth her and make her feel nice.

♡She doesn’t know how to handle the care of someone else so she does get flustered easily.

♡After you had learned about her past, you treated her with more kindness and of course she felt herself falling more in love with you. 

♡Kanao often gets more clingy as your bond with her grows. She gets awkward when it comes to giving you hugs back so instead she’s always following you like a lost puppy.

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˚ʚshinazugawa genyaɞ˚

♡Genya doesn’t exactly know how to act around someone that cares for him so much. He’s not used to affection.

♡The moment you expressed the smallest bit of kindness to Genya, he immediately took a liking towards you. 

♡He didn’t understand why he felt comfortable around you more than most people. 

♡But you had treated him with nothing but kindness and it made him appreciate you.

♡Genya also noticed the way you tried your best to protect him.

♡The main reason you had always treated him nicely had been because you saw the way Sanemi treated him. In a way you knew the wind pillar did care deeply about his brother but didn’t know how to express it. So you decided to help.

♡You didn’t exactly expect him to grow a crush on you.

♡Genya also admires you a lot considering your a strong hashira. But that also gives him another reason to get easily awkward in a way.

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˚ʚtokito muichiroɞ˚

♡He didn’t pay much attention to you until you went on a mission with him. The way you had treated him in the short amount of time you were with him made him cling to you.

♡You often helped him when it came to his memory problems. You wrote him small notes in a notebook to help him remember some things.

♡Muichiro deeply appreciates your kindness to him, even though it takes a while for him to get used to.

♡He’s not used to someone being by his side and treating him so motherly, he begins getting really cling.

♡Next thing you know he’s the one following you everywhere you go and not leaving your side.

♡He gets jealous easily and doesn’t like when others steal your attention, (which happens a lot).

♡Muichiro’s also always reminding you that your kindness can be seen as a weakness when in reality, he never wants your nice personality to leave.

[lostquinn]

Love sick pt 2

(Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader)

Fluff, flirting

Summary - your sleep is interrupted when the boys return from a mission and someone wants your attention

Hhh God it's been a while but here ya go! I hope ya'll enjoy this fluffy little moment. Lil warning, Ghost is a lil possessive? @cupid-eclipse I am so sorry this took so long please forgive me 🙏

Word count - 660

It had been a few weeks since Simon had kissed your temple and promised you one day he'd make you his. He'd been away on a mission with the rest of the team for a few days and you'd stayed behind due to a field injury.

It was the middle of the night when you heard it. You were tucked up in bed, half asleep with your head pressed against the pillows and Clive, your teddy bear, in your arms.

A soft chuckle drew your attention. Someone stood outside your room, chuckling and trying to stay quiet. The door clicked open, and Soap entered with a grin.

The scot watched as you sat up and ran a hand through your hair, squinting at him in the darkness. He flopped himself down on your bed and cuddled up to you.

"Not who you were expecting, eh bonnie?" He chuckled softly.

"How was the mission, Johnny?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you clicked the lamp on and hugged him.

"Can't get mad at us, bonnie," he mumbled, staring up at you.

"What happened?"

"Your boy Ghost took some hits," he closed his eyes, as if not wanting to see your reaction.

You had been filled with the warm fuzzy feeling of excitement, eager to see him again and hold onto your closest friend however, that was swiftly crushed.

The fear that he was hurt badly overwhelmed you, and panic rushed through your mind. What if he died? What if he had to retire?

"He's - he isn't my boy," you mumbled, staring down at Johnny with worry written across your face.

"Sure," Johnny chuckled softly, shaking his head for a moment as he yawned and started falling asleep in your bed. "Would be if you asked him,"

You glared down at Johnny for a moment before the light tapping of knuckles on your door pulled your attention away, and you climbed out of bed.

You opened the door quietly and were met with Ghost's mask, his eyes glancing around your room before staring down at you.

"See you've already got another man in your bed," he smirked, teasing you.

"Oh shut up, it's just Johnny," you chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Heard you were hurt,"

"Nothing serious, love, no need to worry," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you and putting his hand on the small of your back. He gently pulled you closer as he leant against the doorframe.

"Serious enough for Johnny to warn me," you pouted softly.

"Just a few bullet holes, nothing new, maybe you should kiss em better for me," he smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You don't mean that," you mumbled, trying more to convince yourself he couldn't mean those things when it came to you rather than him.

"I always mean it with you," he chuckled softly. "He seems to take up a lot of your bed," Ghost muttered softly, staring over at Johnny, who was now fast asleep and sprawled out on your bed.

"Yeah, he normally comes and shares mine, says it's comfier," you shrugged, not minding it. Johnny appearing in your room after a mission was a common occurrence at this point.

"Won't be allowed to do that when I'm your boyfriend," he spoke softly, almost as if thinking out loud.

"W-what?" You squeaked, staring up at him with wide eyes and a blush spreading across your face.

"You heard me," he grinned down at you. "Why don't you share my bed tonight?"

You blinked up at him for a moment, almost not believing what you'd heard as you stared at him. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, lifting you up over his shoulder and carrying you away.

"You're mine, luvvie, don't want you sharing beds with anyone but me," he spoke softly, carrying you off towards his room.

"Stop with the teasing, asshole," you muttered, shaking your head.

"I mean it, I want to be your boyfriend,"

[archangeldyke-all]

omg i was on cai (yes, i'm a loser) and did like a sexy bully scene in a janitor's closet... imagining that with sevika. like reader on their knees, sev's hand gripped in reader's hair to direct her where she wants, sev having to move reader's head when they get too tired... BROOO IM SO HORNY :(

no, i wasn't horribly bullied by beautiful girls during the most important years of my social development, what could possibly give you that impression?

men and minors dni

sevika hates you. that's a fact.

you started working for silco a few months ago, and for a while, sevika treated you like anyone else on the crew: a little cold and curt, but nothing targeted, she was just a busy woman who didn't have time to mince words.

you don't know what you did, but two months into your employment, a switch flipped seemingly overnight, and sevika suddenly had it out for you.

it started subtly. she kept giving you the shittiest, longest assignments on the roster, making you do grunt work even though you were nowhere near the strongest on the crew. you didn't say anything... you were the rookie, you had to earn your place.

but then it got worse. every time you'd talk in front of sevika, she'd roll her eyes and scoff. any ideas or comments you made at crew meetings were met with immediate denial and an insult thrown your way.

on your off hours, when the crew'd invite you to hang out at the last drop with them, sevika would get up and leave the table when you sat down.

in the hallways, if it's just you and sevika, she'd shove past you far too aggressively, sending you slamming into the wall opposite you.

and then the teasing started.

your looks, the way you talk, the things you say-- everything you do was spun into an insult and taunt by sevika. she even made fun of the way you breathe one time.

you don't know what you did to her to make her hate you.

you try your best to keep your head down and avoid her.

it only makes her angrier.

she doesn't hit you, but she shoves and pushes and trips you at any opportunity she can get. on a particularly memorable day, she even pulled on your hair.

you don't get it. neither does the rest of the crew.

you're getting fed up with it.

it comes to a head one afternoon at the last drop.

you're chatting with ran about a new mission at the bar.

"what if we came in from behind? one team out front to distract them, and then we ambush them through the back?" you ask. ran huffs and looks down at the blueprints for the building you will be raiding soon.

"that could work, we'd have to--"

"that's the stupidest fucking idea i've ever heard." sevika says, suddenly appearing beside you and ran.

ran bites their lip to keep from laughing at the sour look that takes over your face.

"i'm gonna fuckin' kill her one of these days." you mumble under your breath to ran. they chuckle.

"what was that?" sevika asks. you roll your eyes and turn around to face her.

"i said, what the fuck is your problem with me?" you ask. sevika blinks. "i don't know what i did to make you hate me but i'm sorry! fuckin' get over it!" you say. the bar goes silent. sevika growls. you gulp.

suddenly, she's got your arm in her hand as she drags you out of the bar and flings you into the liquor storage room.

fuck. you think. i guess this is how i die.

you hold your hands up, ready to block sevika's blows, cringing away from her as she stalks toward you.

sevika chuckles darkly, smacking your hands away and then stepping into your space.

"you think i hate you?" she asks. you scoff.

"what else am i supposed to think?" you ask. sevika grins, and then she's kissing you.

you freeze. your brain short circuits. sevika pulls away with a smirk.

"what the fuck?" you whisper. she chuckles, then pushes you backwards.

your back hits a shelf, and bottles clink from the impact. sevika saunters over to you as she slowly unbuckles her belt. you gulp.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"i think you know." she says. "you're not that stupid." you lick your lips subconsciously. sevika smirks. "get on your knees." she commands. you gulp and shakily lower yourself down to the ground.

fuck. you've never considered it before, too busy defending yourself from her to notice, but sevika's fucking hot. especially now, as she towers over you and shoves her pants down her thighs.

her cunt's glistening, like she's been teased all day. you gulp, and then look up at her.

"...you gotta crush on me, sev?" you ask. sevika growls.

"no!" she spits. you smirk, your eyes trailing back down her happy trail to admire her bushy cunt.

"you sure?" you ask with a giggle. "'cause it looks like--"

"shut the fuck up." sevika grunts as she grabs your head and shoves your face between her legs.

you moan, immediately opening your mouth to suck sevika's swollen clit between your lips. sevika sighs and starts rocking her hips incrementally against your face.

it gets messy quickly. sevika's dripping wet, and soon her arousal and your spit start dripping down your throat. her thrusts get wilder, until she's just riding your face.

she's got both hands on your head, guiding you where she wants you, scratching against your scalp.

she's making... cute noises. you never considered that sevika could even be cute, but the little whimpers and whines she lets out when your nose nudges against your clit, and the moans she lets slip when your tongue nudges against her g-spot-- she's adorable. you moan against her cunt, and sevika's thigh twitches.

"f-fuck." she whispers. you chuckle against her and flick your eyes up to meet hers. "shut up." she grunts. you roll your eyes. "can't fuckin' stand you." she grunts as she humps against your mouth. "so fuckin'-- shit just like that-- so fuckin' pretty." she grunts. you whine against her, your hands clawing at her thighs. "wanted to do this for months, baby, shit." she moans.

she's getting close, you can tell. one of her hands is still on your head, but the other reaches up to grab the shelf behind you to support herself.

"i-- fuck i'm gonna-- shit!" she grunts. "fuck! quit-- quit lookin' at me like that." sevika grunts out. you chuckle against her and blink up at her innocently. "fucker." she spits. you moan. "fuck, you piss me off. walkin' around all pretty, distractin' the shit outta me-- fuck i hate you."

you raise a skeptical eyebrow at her from between her legs and she whines.

"f-fuck off!"

sevika cums with a gasp, her legs twitching and her cunt soaking your face as she rides out her orgasm against your face. when she stops her grinding, you continue your ministrations, lapping up her cum and kissing her twitching clit. sevika pushes you away harshly, then grips you by the nape of you neck and pulls you back up to your feet.

you're both panting, staring each other down as you catch your breaths. you start giggling as the reality of the situation hits you. sevika rolls her eyes.

"fuck off." she says. you laugh and pull the hem of your shirt up to wipe your face and neck clean from her cum. when you ring it back down, you expect to see sevika's retreating figure. instead, she's still standing in front of you, staring at you.

"what?" you ask. sevika sighs and rolls her eyes.

"i don't--" she huffs. "i don't hate you." she says. you laugh.

"yeah, i gathered that."

"shut up." she says. you expect this to be the end of it, but again, sevika surprises you. "i'm sorry i've been shitty." she says. you shrug.

"i'm sure you'll figure out a way to make it up to me." you tease her. sevika doesn't laugh though. instead she hesitantly reaches out and grabs your hand in hers.

"how's dinner sound?" she asks. you blink.

"what?" you ask.

"dinner. like a date." she says. you blink again.

"what?!" you ask again. sevika groans.

"just answer the fucking question!" she says.

"you always this mean to the girls you're trying to fuck?" you ask. sevika rolls her eyes.

"no." she says. "but..." she starts, then cuts herself off. you raise an eyebrow at her. "i don't just wanna fuck you." she whispers. "i... i don't normally feel this way about people. i don't know what to do with it." she says.

a smile starts creeping up your face and you dart forward to peck sevika on the cheek. she blushes.

"dinner's a good start." you say. sevika gulps.

"yeah?" she asks. you laugh and lean forward to kiss her lips. she sighs against you.

"yeah." you whisper against her lips.

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wanda maximoff fic recs (2)

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⑅୨୧* sorority!wanda blurb wanda maximoff x reader | fluff

-sorority!wanda being a mean girl in front of everyone but being the softest girlfriend ever in private?

⑅୨୧* four-eyes wanda maximoff x reader | fluff, mentions of violence

-Having just ran out of contacts, Y/n has to resort to wearing glasses around the compound for the time being. Knowing she’d get teased by her loving teammates, she wasn’t looking forward to it. But her girlfriend, Wanda, might feel differently.

⑅୨୧* dreaming of you wanda maximoff x reader | minors dni! angst with happy ending, some fluff, college au!wanda maximoff x reader, artist!reader, wanda is in love, cheating, mentions of drinking, toxic boyfriend named tyler bc i didn’t know what else to name him, one smut scene; top!wanda, bottom!reader, oral and fingering (r receiving), praise kink

-while being constantly ignored by your boyfriend, wanda decides to keep you company for the night and eventually, for the rest of the weeks that follow, wanting more than just sex with you and vows to show you the kind of love you truly deserve.

⑅୨୧* are you a devil or an angel? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

⑅୨୧* ITS BRIGHTER NOW wanda maximoff x reader | mentions of battle, injury, anxiety, overall just fluff and comfort for arguably the best avengers and their girlfriend

-until you met your girls, you once believed love would be burning red, but it turns out, it’s everything in between, and that couldn’t be more golden. i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate, not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, i just think that you are what you love

⑅୨୧* off limits wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

-wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

⑅୨୧* kept and wanted wanda maximoff x reader | 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

-Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

⑅୨୧* morning grumpy witch wanda maximoff x reader | all fluff with Avengers being a family and Wanda being a simp.

-The one where moody Emo!Wanda has a bad morning, but luckily, she also has a soft spot saved for her girlfriend.

⑅୨୧* it's our party sorority!wanda maximoff x reader | swear words, mentions of alcohol, and slight angst

-sorority president Wanda Maximoff, who you also happen to have a huge crush on, invites you to the biggest party of the year. What could possibly go wrong?

⑅୨୧* under the sky of glass protective!wanda maximoff x reader | The reader has a panic attack, so tw for those who are triggered by panic attacks.

⑅୨୧* mayday wanda maximoff x reader

-You and Wanda are paired on a mission and it ends a little sideways.

⑅୨୧* between the sheets wanda maximoff x fem!reader | smut

-Having a little 'alone time' while your roommate was at work seemed like a great way to relieve some stress. What could go wrong?

⑅୨୧* envy in your eyes wanda maximoff x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending

-wanda has been distant lately and you don’t know why. One day, you attend a gala in place of your colleague and find her with Vision. What does it all mean? 

⑅୨୧* ashes of absolution wanda maximoff x witch!reader | murder, descriptions of people burning and dying and blood, praise, foreplay (finger stuff), this is set way back when so no modern times here, established relationship.

-there's no line wanda wouldn’t cross to protect you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | just some fluff. Mentions of hearing loss and sign languages.

-After Thanos, Wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* maybe you were the ocean wanda maximoff x gn!reader | heavy angst, character death, bittersweet ending

-wanda was... an open-ended chapter in your life.

⑅୨୧* sweetheart wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni. smut!!, bit of angst?, kinda fluffy towards the end, milf!wanda, mommy!dom!wanda, babysitter!reader, bottom!reader, unspecified age gap, jealousy, mommy kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, mutual pining.

-constant stress had filled the gaps in wanda’s life after her ex-husband left the family and balancing work and her kids had started to take a toll on her. in search of relief, wanda hires you as a babysitter, not knowing she’d be falling for you.

⑅୨୧* mess is mine milf!wanda maximoff x reader | language, brief smut, divorced ladies who are very still much in love with each other, unspecified age gap, marriage going wrong, hopeful ending, mild angst, fluff

-being divorced from wanda maximoff implies never getting over her.

⑅୨୧* a beautiful mess wanda maximoff x f!reader | college AU; Nat x Yelena x Sibling!R Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy, aka, Angst -> Fluff | Themes of Insecurity | Violence/Injury, smut

-Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy

⑅୨୧* fear, hope and guilt wanda maximoff x reader | angst

-wanda finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

⑅୨୧* edge of the pool milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader | SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

-you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

⑅୨୧* don't keep to yourself wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda is still scared of her powers and being close to reader but reader isn’t scared at all and kisses her hands to prove it (like vision does) and make it so fluffy please

⑅୨୧* the world won't stop for us wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda and reader waking up on the morning they have to go to wakanda (during infinity war). neither of them are eager get out of bed.

⑅୨୧* the world won’t stop for us; part two wanda maximoff x reader | blood, r is stabbed, death (tony and natasha), cursing, 1.4k

-getting blipped back was, without a doubt, the most disorienting thing you had ever experienced. one minute you had turned to dust, holding onto wanda - who had started turning to dust moments after you had - as if it would keep you there. the next, you were brought back, sitting on the same ground in wakanda with wanda, except vision’s body was gone, and the seasons had changed.   part one

⑅୨୧* not now, not ever wanda maximoff x reader | blood, R was stabbed, cursing, 2.1k

-reader and wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. reader gets hurt because she does something stupid and wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

⑅୨୧* so scarlett it was wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda was the most intriguing girl you ever met. and she liked you, but people always leave.

⑅୨୧* you make a great fake girlfriend wanda maximoff x reader | language, sexual situations? (no smut tho), casual drinking

-“agent Y/l/n, mr. rogers and ms. romanoff have requested your presence in the office.”

⑅୨୧* (she will always be) a broken girl wanda x fem!reader | lots of cursing, smoking, drinking, very brief mentions of smut, mentions of physical parental abuse, mentions of homophobia, angst, fluff, 14k

-life away from home is good, and you're studying at the college of your dreams; however, your new neighbor is loud, irritating and a person who doesn't respect boundaries. and, also, is your ex-girlfriend from high school, wanda maximoff.

⑅୨୧* feud wanda maximoff x reader | some domestic fluff, 1k

-“I thought you loved me, Wanda.”

⑅୨୧* bulletproof (4/10) wanda maximoff x gn!reader | 2.6k+, light angst, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, enemies to lovers to enemies, gay disasters

-there's a new recruit who seems to have taken a liking to you. If things were normal between you and Wanda, maybe she wouldn’t feel so…threatened.

⑅୨୧* meant to be yours wanda maximoff x fem!reader | angst, fluff, pining that is a lot more mutual than it seems to either of you, mentions of marital issues, sorority!wanda & milf!wanda (best of both worlds), doctor doom makes his grand entrance, 14K

-nearly eight years after your breakup with her, you meet Wanda again when she enrolls her children at the preschool you work at, evoking a multitude of old feelings and regrets.

⑅୨୧* show off wanda maximoff & gn!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, possessiveness a little, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, aftercare, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!afab!reader, 2.4k

-wanda has a difficult time keeping her hands to herself during a movie night with you and your friends.

⑅୨୧* matriarchal disturbance sub!wanda maximoff & fem!dom!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, angst, fluff, family issues, infidelity, age gap, strap-ons, cunnilingus, spanking, hair-pulling, praise, degradation, slight cnc, impact play, mention of somnophilia, mommy kink

-iryna maximoff pays her daughter a visit, and wanda must learn to balance living with her ever-complicated mother while navigating her rocky relationship with you, her stepdaughter.

⑅୨୧* shower thoughts wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+ ONLY; MINORS+MEN DNI. not proof read. masturbation, exhibitionism but like in private?, top!wanda, degradation, kind of praise?, shower sex, heavy orgasm control, vibrators, oral (r receiving), fingering (both), etc etc you get all that. this is smutty, 1.4k

-wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

⑅୨୧* endlessly wanda maximoff x reader

-you’ll learn to like your coffee black, if it means forgetting the way her blood stained your hands.

⑅୨୧* new family wanda maximoff x fem!Reader x natasha romanoff | pregnant!reader, smut, and cursing, 6k

-your wives help you through your pregnancy. no matter how hard it gets for the three of you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | fluff, mentions of hearing loss, sign languages.

-after thanos, wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* are you an angel or devil? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of, 1.1k

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

[whoreforall]

DECISIONS PT. ONE

*9 years earlier*

"im gonna find you bill!" i ran around the kaulitz home on a mission of hide and seek. i rush up the stairs listening closely for any sign of bill. we see each other at school all the time but i begged and begged my mom to let me go over for weeks before she finally gave in. i creep down the hallway quietly and peer into one of the bedrooms. i walk toward the bed and lean down to check for bill.

not there. i sigh and stand up straight again. i look at the closet and smirk. i open the door quickly seeing if i could scare him. still no noise. i frown and push the clothes around to see if he's behind them. no sign of bill. i close the closet door and notice a tall mirror leaned against the wall in the corner of the room. it's huge. my eyes widen more amazed by the mirror. it looks so fancy. i step in front of it and admire the design on the edges.

my thoughts are interrupted by bill crawling out from the side and as soon as our eyes meet he freezes. "UGH!" he says dramatically and i smile. "i thought you left! i was gonna switch spots." he whines while standing up, he crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes. i giggle at him. "see. told you i'm better at hide and seek." i said proudly. "NOW COUNT TO 30 AND TYRN AROUND!" i shout while running out of the room.

as i slow my running down i look back and hear bill. "1!... 2!... 3!... 4!..." shoot i'm wasting time. i think as i creep down the stairs. i walk into the living room and approach the tv stand. i notice the 2 cabinet doors quickly and smile to myself as i open one. this stand is a decent size i should be able to fit. i get down and crawl inside. i adjust to get more comfortable and close the door. i sit in silence for what feels like forever before i hear someone enter the living room.

i stay quiet and eventually hear them walk out. i hear the person head upstairs and i let out my deep breaths. (u guys ever hide so good that the air quality is horrible but u risk it to win. i did that shit all the time and won everytime. 😈) suddenly the cabinet door opens and i was about to say something, but i stopped and grew confused to see another boy who looks like bill. he smiled and laughed at me.

this made me more confused. "shhhh. you'll get me caught!" i whispered. "relax. bill is dumb. he won't know. who are you anyway?" he raised his brows. "y/n. bills friend." i said simply. "who are you?" i questioned. since i'm a grade below bill and, the only reason me and bill met is because he came into my class to present for a club he was in, i'm unfamiliar with everyone else in his grade. and i haven't seen him at school.

safe to assume he's bills brother since they look a lot alike. but was he older? or was this the twin he was talking about? "im tom." he replied. "bills twin...?" i questioned. he nodded and we stared at each other for a moment before he yelled. "BILL SHES DOWN HERE!" he looked back at me and chuckled. my eyes widened and bills running was heard in the distance, until he peaked his head down to look at me. "tom! why did you tell!" i shouted.

bill and tom laughed. "i invited tom to help me!" bill smiled as tom moved away and stood up. i crawled out and stood up aswell, brushing myself off. i crossed my arms and looked at the two annoyed. "dumbies." i mumbled and walked away. the boys continued to laugh before bill came up to me, tagging me on the shoulder. "TAG YOUR IT!" he yelled as the boys ran away. my frown turned into a smile as i shook my head and ran after them.

***

and that was the first

time i met tom. we would all play everytime i came over after that but tom would always say mean things to me. it made me sad but i got over it quickly. i never showed him how it made me feel, but when he would say things like that he would always laugh. he would constantly mock me and there was times bill heard and kicked him or gave him a slap on the back of his head. it usually made tom stop laughing and instead get annoyed with his brother.

*4 years later*

it's my 14th birthday and of course i spent it with bill. at this point he was my only friend. i didn't care that i had one friend, but he was busy alot more. and he doesn't go to my school. he stopped going after they formed a band with georg and gustav. they were more busy and there parents decided homeschooling would be best. i was sad when i got the news but happy that bill was doing something he enjoyed.

since they had tours to go on i went with them and stayed hidden from the public. i have anxiety especially when it comes to people. so bill made sure he could spend time with me, and keep me away from the media. he's my bestfriend. and i appreciate him for everything. so once they finished their show and came back to the hotel all the guys came into bills room.

where i was waiting for them to finish. i smiled at bill as he rushed to me. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!" he said excitedly. he climbed onto the bed and pulled me into a hug. he squeezed me tightly before pulling away. "thank you billy bob." i laughed. "hey." he made a fake serious face and pointed at me. "we talked about this." i chuckled as he spoke before gustav interrupted. "happy birthday." he smiled and sat on the other bed.

i returned the smile and thanked him before georg sat next to gustav. "happy birthday!" he also smiled. i thanked him aswell and felt the bed dip down. i looked over at tom who was now sat on the corner of the bed looking down at his phone. "tom. don't be rude say happy birthday." bill said and flicked toms hat. tom looked at bill with furrowed brows then looked back down at his phone. "happy birthday." he said dryly. i laughed a little and looked at bill who was also laughing.

"thank you so much tom! that's the sweetest thing you've ever said!!" i joked making him look over at me. "you are so welcome!" his voice full of sarcasm as he faked a smile. his attention went back to his phone and the rest of the boys laughed aswell as me. bill sat down again and started telling me the plans for the rest of the night.

[variousincorrectxreader]

quick word vomit.

my favorite genshin characters reacting to your death.

includes: Sucrose, Amber, Zhongli and Lumine.

Warnings: character death (reader), slight spoilers in Sucrose's part, blood in both Amber and Lumines part, reader is sick in Zhongli's part.

Sucrose

She was completely unaware that you had left without taking proper first aid, she was simply too distracted to do her usual check up on you. Oh how she wishes she did so now.

"dont worry! Sweets. I'll be back before you know it. Its just a simple supply run after all."

and you had left, leaving with a peck on the cheek and a murmured I love you that she barely caught, too focussed on her strange experiments to reply. You had run into a horde of monsters blocking the road. A very unlucky random encounter. Only you and two others were fully equipped to fight, and fight you did... you fought well, but you had sustained heavy injuries, and you had no way of healing them. How stupid you felt, how guilty you felt. Because now you were leaving Sucrose behind, just like her so called friends. your vision went dark, dot by dot, the yelling of your comrades fading away into nothing.

Sucrose was just finishing yet another experiment when a knock on the door was heard. 'Strange,' she thought. Normally you would just barge in, recounting your epic tale of the day. Well whatever. She was just happy to see you, excited to show you her findings. So why did her stomach twist uncomfortably as she approached the door?

Instead of your smiling face, smudged with dirt and who knows what, she was met with two grim faces. Both looked as if they had been through hell. Sucrose's heart dropped as she saw what they were holding in their hands. Her world faded away, tuning out the condolences given by your teammates as her focus zoomed onto the familiar weapon and- Your vision. Dull and devoid of color.

in that moment, Sucrose felt her entire world break, her usual anxiety around unknown people crumbling away as she snatched the vision out of their hands, sinking to her knees and sobbing her eyes out, tears fogging up her glasses.

You had left her alone.

———

Amber

The Outrider was there, with you when you died, having been assigned a mission around the edge of Mondstadt, responding to reports of treasure hoarders passing through constantly. Her mind frequently wanders to that fateful day, wishing she was able to protect you better... wishing to have been stronger. You had gotten shot. Twice, an arrow wedged painfully in the side of your ribcage and another buried in your chest. Warm blood was coating your lovers hands, drenching your shirt and sticking to Ambers body. Her brown eyes were staring fearfully into your own

"H-hey, sleepyhead... stay awake, alright! That way w-we can... go eat some sticky honey roast with P-paimon and the t-traveler..."

she knows its useless, you know its useless... you've been bleeding for too long, the wounds too deep to heal properly. But she still tries to cling onto hope. And all you do is smile, your breaths shallow. And in your last moments you comfort her, youre dying and yet... shes the one seeking your comfort instead of her giving it to you. She feels so worthless right now. As she watches your vision and the light in your eyes flicker, she pulls you close. Rocking you as if you were falling asleep. Your last words being a testament of your love for her.

and as your grip on her hand loosens, she knows you have gone somewhere she cant follow, not even if she ran with all her might, or crossed the most dangerous chasms with her wind glider. Youre gone, and she will forever blame herself.

———

Zhongli

The Geo Archon is grateful for the time he has with you, so many good memories of laughing and telling stories while drinking wine.

But he cannot stop himself from despising the fact that you, are a mere mortal. While he, he is a God with much more time on Teyvat that you could ever dream of.

especially when you are brought into the Funeral parlor he is currently employed at. Was this why Hu Tao was acting weird? Zhongli was no fool, he knew you were sick. He knew that your lifespan was short, even more so than the average mortal life. Bu he didnt expect you to just flicker out so fast. Zhongli is used to seeing the people he cares for dying, for he has been around to see the rise and fall of many things, including Liyue itself. But it still hurts just as much as it did a thousand years ago, to lose someone so important to him.

you left him letters, the first one he found in your shared home, on his bedside table. Along with the Vision he himself had given to you, The letter had been an apology, for not telling him that your health had gotten worse. You also said that there were more, more letters hidden in places the two of you shared fond memories. He finds them all quite quickly, his eyes watering as he looks over each one, lovingly written

'I love you,' these three words ended each letter, and in response, after reading each one. He would say "I miss you." Even hundreds of years after you are gone. ———

Lumine (Traveler)

Lumine couldnt feel anything. The only thing she could see is the blood, dripping from your gashes as you tried to stumble into Mondstadt. Presumably to the cathedral. She didnt care about the stains she couldnt care about anything as she ran with all her might, carrying you in her arms. She had sent Paimon go on ahead, to tell Barbara of your condition.

Right now, everything is dangerous. Anything could hurt you. It doesnt help that the blood loss has made you delirious, blurting out a sudden confession.

"shhh, save it for l-later."

its ironic, the words she wants to hear the most during a time she doesnt want to hear them. She tells you to hush, to save your strength for while Barbara heals you, knowing the Deaconess can only do so much. And yet you dont stop. You keep listing reasons why you have fallen for her. her determination, her skill, her voice, and her eyes. Oh how you love her eyes.

suddenly, before she realizes it, she has carried you halfway to the cathedral, and she can see Barbara rushing towards the two of you, fear clouding her ocean eyes. She begins to heal you, but she is being realistic. You have lost a lot of blood, the trail thick throughout the city of freedom. She tells Lumine there is a slim chance of survival, but she takes it. A slim chance is better than no chance at all. and she watches as the medics take you away, unaware that she was fighting them off until Paimon yelled at her to calm down. Before you are out of sight, she screams out. Desperately;

"I love you too! So... p-please survive so we can go on a date!"

your smile has a sense of finality that she despises, oh how she hates how youve accepted your fate. She wouldnt be able to accept your death. So how are you? After she has cleaned herself of the crimson staining her body, she makes her way to the cathedral, Paimon trailing behind, equally as worried. Its strange seeing the pixie so serious about something.

and the waiting game begins. Lumine was never patient, and this moment was no different. She was restless as she waits for an update on your condition.

when Barbara finally comes out, Lumine stands up, rushing over, seeking an answer.

the one she gets shakes her to her core. She has just lost another important person in her life. Barbara speaks up, her voice shaky. "They... they wanted you to have this..." your vision, lacking the beautiful glow that reminded her of your eyes. She didnt take it, despite you wanting her to have it, she couldnt. Seeing it broke her even more.

She's lost her brother, and now she's lost you. You've finally gone somewhere she cant follow And when she reaches for you again, you won't be there.

"w-we were supposed to go on a date..."

[oscurascout]

Bad Sanses Adventures

Escape Room (Horror only)

Note - Happy Halloween!! I hope all of you have a splendid day, I will do something different for this day, which is to post a new story every hour, sort of like a count down until we get to the hour where everyone goes por candy (like around 5 or 6, I think) so yeah hope you guys enjoy!

Masterlist

Lust and Horror were in the back garden after a baking day. Lust had started to get close to all the skeletons, and slowly they accepted him. Today, no one besides Horror was at the castle; they had all gone on different missions. As they both finished, Lust still hesitated to ask something.

Lust - *entering the kitchen* “Umm, Horror, would you, umm, come with me to an escape room?”

Horror - *putting some flowers in a vase* “Escape room?”

Lust - “Yeah, you see, I've been wanting to go with a friend and I'm not good with puzzles”

Horror - “Don't worry, neither am I”

Lust - *smiled* “Then let's help each other out.”

They went to the alternate universe where the event was being held. As they entered the venue, decorated with Halloween-themed decorations, they saw an unexpected sight.

Dream was there, though he looked sad. Both Horror and Lust approached him.

Horror - “Dream, are you okay?“

Dream - *surprised then smiled* “Oh! Horror, Lust! H-how are you two?”

Lust - *worried* “Good, but what about you?”

Dream - “I'm great”

Lust - “You also came to for the escape rooms or something else?

Dream - “Yeay I just wanted to experience an escape room, see what's about, *sighs* I've never been to one”

Horror - “Why are you alone?”

Lust quickly glanced at Horror, then back at Dream. Horror ignore Lust's glace he was more concerned about Dream. He wanted to know what had made him sad. Dream's smile faltered for a second but quickly returned.

Dream - “Yeah, the others are a little busy. *whispers* Well, more like Ink is busy being mad at us”

Lust - “Why is he angry?”

Dream -“Oh, uhh ... *changing the subject* what do you guys think of the decorations? Pretty spooky right?”

Lust and Horror exchanged a concerned glance. Dream looked down, clearly not wanting to discuss it further.

Horror - “Do you want to join us?”

Dream - *surprised* “Can I?”

Lust - “The more, the merrier!”

Dream nodded, and they all went to the designated room.

Once there, they began playing and solving puzzles, but what they didn’t know was that the escape room they chose wasn't just about solving puzzles.

Dream was happily solving some puzzles near a door while Horror and Lust were in another room, working on a different puzzle. Dream suddenly felt someone behind him, he turned around happily, thinking it was Horror or Lust. Instead, he was met with a bloody woman with a screaming face.

Dream - *scare* “Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!”

He immediately ran away, turned a corner, and bumped into someone, making him scream again. He quickly looked up and saw it was a confused Horror.

Horror - *worry* “What happened?”

Dream - *scare* “There, w-w-was a, a uhhhh, something—a woman!!”

Horror tried to calm Dream down when they both heard a scream. A few seconds passed, and Lust appeared, screaming and running. He quickly hugged Horror, this cauded for Dream, to also clung to him, both acting as if Horror were a big teddy bear. Horror smiled gently and tried to calm them down. He looked up and saw someone dressed as a bleeding woman with a screaming face.

He waited for the person to do something, but they just quickly turned around and ran away. Horror was confused but didn’t pay it much mind.

They all worked on the puzzles together after that, with Dream and Lust unable to do it alone since they were still pretty scared. Finally, they escaped the room, but not before being chased by a man with a chainsaw. Both Dream and Lust immediately dragged Horror with them, quickly passing through the exit.

They found themselves in a café, eating donuts they received as a consolation gift and drinking some nice hot beverages. Now, Dream and Lust were happy—still a little startled, but otherwise content.

Dream - *looks at Horror* “How come you didn't get scared?”

Horror - “I've seen worse”

Dream - “Oh right, your name isn't Horror for nothing”

Horror nodded, glad that both of them were feeling better now.

Lust - “Next time, I'll triple-check all the information for the escape room”

Dream - “Oh, you didn't know?”

Lust - “No, I didn't check everything, so I wasn't expecting there to be people scaring us”

Horror - “It's okay... we got donuts,”

They all smiled and decided to spend the rest of their time relaxing and calming down in the café. However, Horror noticed that there were splashes of white, purple, and blue paint, outside almost everywhere yet he turn his attention back to his donut not didn’t paying too much attention to it.

[lil13]

FAMILY TIES - ethan landry

You're the daughter of Billy Loomis' younger sister, except like Sam Carpenter, you have a different last name — Parker. Now that you're in college, you feel the urge to follow in your uncle's footsteps, but need to find an accomplice. One drunken night with your best friend — Ethan Landry — secrets were spilled and you decided to join his family in "avenging his brother".

•

"You’re not gonna wimp out on the plan, are you?” Ethan’s words stung, his hand gripping your wrist.

He doubted you?

You yanked your arm away, “I’m literally a fucking Loomis, Eth. It’s in my blood.”

He huffs, taking a step back. “But if Sam gets to you—”

“She won’t. Ok? The bitch has no idea i’m even her cousin.” You snapped, wincing at the sight of Ethan slightly recoiling. “Nothing’s gonna stop me, not even family ties.”

You walked ahead of the boy, still slightly annoyed at his doubt. This would be your first time killing with the boy. You had solidified your alliance with Ethan and his family about a month prior, but this was the first ‘mission’ you’d been sent on.

The goal was to get at least 1 of the 5 of your “friends” out of the way.

You had joined the friend group as a friend of Quinn’s — Ethan’s sister and Sam and Tara’s roommate. They’d been quick to take you in as another member of the friend group. According to them, you’d become friends with Ethan post-joining their group even though you’d met him months prior.

“Y/N/N, wait for me to text. I need to be able to get in position.” Ethan called out.

You held a thumbs up, signaling you’d heard him.

Ethan had been with the group before he met up with you about an hour ago. He’d left to “go to Econ” for a study group. You were said to be there too. The two of you had “become friends” over the past couple of weeks, the group loving your growing dynamic. There was for sure an Econ study group tonight that you both desperately needed to attend — but duty calls.

The boy had to climb a fire escape and go in through Sam’s room, through the attached bathroom, and into Quinn’s room. He then needed to take out her hookup and then “kill” her.

You were supposed to sound the alarm. Quinn was supposed to text you for help when her hookup was being attacked and you were supposed to go up to the apartment in fear, begging for the 5 to help her. This was supposed to buy Ethan and Quinn enough time to do what they needed to do for the plan to progress — and to get them not to suspect you.

Go for it.

The text from Ethan was your cue.

You ran up the stairs of the apartment building, finding their door — 3b — and beat as hard as you could on the door. Your yells for help could probably be heard throughout the building.

The door swung open to a concerned Sam, “Y/N, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“It’s Quinn, she texted… Ghostface is in your apartment.”

Sam’s face dropped.

As if on cue, the noises from Quinn’s bedroom got louder and you peeked passed your cousin to see the other 4 staring in fear at the door of your “best friend’s” room. Ethan then shoved Quinn through the door, her “dead” body falling atop of Anika.

Sam rushed further into the apartment while everyone dispersed. Chad and Tara ran toward you, the latter grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the stairs with her.

Everything was going according to plan.

•

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N/N.” Ethan whispered in your hair, holding you close as you all walked out to the theater.

It was something his Dad had set up for his older brother. You knew this, seeing as Ethan and Quinn had taken you here before so you could study the layout of the building. Their Dad had it all planned that this building would be the set of their “final kill”.

You leaned into his side, the two of you had been getting pretty close lately.

You’d also be lying if you were to say you weren’t attracted to him. The two of you had been best friends for months, even though according to everyone else it had only been a couple of weeks. Ethan meant a lot to you.

His words of affirmation really hit home, “Thanks.” You mumbled quietly, you never really knew how to take a compliment.

As Gale was letting you all in to the theater, Ethan pulled you aside, out of view of everyone else. They were all too focused on the theater to notice you two fall behind.

“So, uh, Chad’s staying at their apartment tonight. Would you, maybe, wanna come over?” Ethan sounded nervous.

You suddenly didn’t know how to feel. For some reason, the thought of truly being alone with the boy made you anxious. “Yeah, of course.” But still you said yes.

He now sported the goofiest smile ever, taking your hand in his and tugging you along to join the others inside.

•

“Ok, i’m going to admit that I like your dorm far better when Chad isn’t here.”

Ethan laughed, leaning back on the couch as he pressed play on a movie. You’d already been there for a while. The two of you had taken at least 30 minutes to decide on a movie to watch after discussing the plan for the next time you went to the theater for at least 20 minutes.

“He has his moments.” The boy shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, he missed the point. “That’s not what I mean, Eth.” You turned toward him, moving closer.

He was confused now.

How could boys be so clueless?

You reached over and placed a hand on his bicep, squeezing it slightly. “I like it better because we’re alone.”

Ethan swallowed harshly. He was now very aware as to what you meant.

To be honest, he’d invited you over because he was hoping to spend alone time with you. He was probably more attracted to you than you were to him. So this whole physical touch thing? It was driving him crazy.

“Oh.” He was quiet now.

Nervous.

You couldn’t take it anymore. So, without further thought, you closed the space between the two of you and connected your lips.

It was probably the best feeling ever.

You’d definitely thought about what it was like to kiss Ethan on more than 1 occasion.

Ethan got bold, grabbing your hips and pulling you over so you’d sit on his lap facing him. You waisted no time in grinding your hips against his — earning the neediest moan ever. You couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips.

“Ready to lose that virginity of yours?” You mumbled against his soft lips.

He nodded feverishly, “More than ever.”

•

The two of you didn’t sleep much last night.

But still, you snuck into the theater with Quinn, knowing Ethan was only a few minutes behind. The two of you found your hiding spots and pulled your ghostface costumes on.

You wore Nancy Loomis’, your grandmother’s. It felt right.

You had wanted to wear Billy Loomis’, your uncle, but Bailey said that he wanted that one reserved for when Sam finally broke. It only made you angry inside. Why should she get the special treatment when you were the one actually doing the work?

Eventually, after helping both Ethan and Quinn stab Chad, successfully ruining Tara and Sam’s moral, you all ended up in the main area of the theater. Kirby was somewhere, hopefully dead, and the 3 of you stood around Bailey.

Bailey, Ethan, and Quinn had all made their little villain speeches when it finally came to your turn.

“And who are you, motherfucker?” Tara questioned, but more so exclaimed.

You laughed as you slid of your ghostface mask. Looks of confusion spread across the girl’s faces. They definitely weren’t expecting you.

“Didn’t expect little old me, did you?” your laughter was full of venom. “But you see, Parker isn’t even my last name truly. I chose Nancy Loomis’ mask for a reason. You’re looking at none other than Y/N Loomis, i’m Billy’s niece. Kinda sucks having a family member try to take you out, huh Cuz?”

Your eyes were locked on Sam’s as Ethan pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Me and Y/N also have known each other since this summer, actually. We found out we had shared interests when we got drunk one night — who knew alcohol could be so fun?”

You turned to the boy, cupping his face and pressing your lips against his. Everyone made sounds of disgust at our display of affection, but shit was about to get crazy and you needed to kiss your boy once more.

“Let’s do this shit, Baby.”

[metro-pjskaus]

Tiger Lilies and Lilac

UNFINISHED

TEEN RATING

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, MINOR CHARACTER DEATH, Akirui, Angst and Romance, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire Rui, Knight Akito , no beta we die like nooks sleep schedule

Written by Nook (love you nookie pie <3 - 🦜)

reupload from AO3 !!!

Fic Under Cut

CHAPTER 1

“Ugh… why didn’t I just take the day off? Toya was right, I do need a break… who even is this Kamishiro guy, anyways?” A man walked through a forest, pushing branches out of the way as to not get them in his ginger hair. He grumbled, not wanting to be stuck out in the forest on a Saturday- isn’t that when you’re supposed to rest?

It was always like this, him not wanting to rest, then him paying the consequences. Tsukasa always made fun of him for that- constantly on the grind, as a knight should be. Wasn’t this Kamishiro guy near here?

This man was Akito Shinonome, a Young Knight. He was on the look out for a certain man, one named Rui Kamishiro. He didn’t remember much about what he was told about Kamishiro, just that he was dangerous and must be taken into custody.

Snap.

Akito turned to the noise, hand nearing his sword’s handle.

“Who’s there?!”

he saw some red hair underneath the leaves on the branches of the trees surrounding them. He wasn’t alone.

“Oh~ A knight?” The red hair moved into the light, showing a man. A very tall one.

“You’re-“

The man put his finger over Akito’s mouth.

“Shhh… you’re gonna ruin your cute look if you talk.”

“What?”

“You heard me, uhm… knight?”

“Yes, that happens to be my occupation.” Akito furrowed his eyebrows, getting irritated.

“Oh. How sad!” The man frowned, and started walking away.

“W-wait! You can’t just leave! You haven’t told me anything about you!” Akito grabbed the man’s wrist, pulling it towards him.

“My apologies. You may know me as…”

Akito’s eyes widened as he realized who he just grabbed. “… Rui Kamishiro.” The man laughed, and pulled Akito’s arm towards him.

He pulled him closer, and took his hand from his wrist to put it on his waist. Rui lifted Akito’s face up, almost colliding their lips with each other when..

“I’m afraid I can’t give you the satisfaction, sir~”

“Wh…”

Rui then let go, and ran away, leaving Akito standing there, flabbergasted at what just happened before him. He touched his face, and realized it was all red. What had just happened..

Akito decided to just walk back to the palace. He didn’t need to worry about that person just now… sure, he was a criminal, but he was too tired to deal with him.

“Shinonome?”

Akito looked forward, and saw a tall man with blue hair. Well, two shades of blue. He remembered him well- his ex-boyfriend, Toya Aoyagi.

“Yo, Toya. You’ve been treating the prince well, yes?”

“He hasn’t been hurt yet.”

“That’s why you’re the best knight, of course.”

Akito and Toya laughed, and started walking into the palace more. Akito looked around, trying to find a certain person. Someone who had sent him out on this mission, someone who

“Aki!”

Speak of the devil. Racing forward, a girl darted towards him. Suddenly, Akito felt an embrace against him. Ah yes, this was who had told him to go.

“You can let go now, Saki.”

“But can’t I hold on for a bit longer?”

“Nope.”

Saki let go, and looked towards another room.

“I think I need to go feed.. my pet squirrel! And I need Aki’s help for it!”

Toya stood there, confused. Saki didn’t have a pet squirrel…

“Yes! We must go!”

Akito chimed in, and was pulled by Saki into the room.

The room they entered happened to be a guest bedroom. Somewhere a squirrel most definitely wouldn’t be. Saki sat Akito on the bed, and stood up.

“So?? What happened?? Did you see him??”

“… yes, I met Kamishiro.”

“Was he really a vampire?”

“Wait wait wait, a VAMPIRE?” Akito’s eyes went wide. He didn’t remember being told Kamishiro was a VAMPIRE.

“Of course! I told you before you left!”

that’s what he gets for not listening…

“What happened?” Saki pleaded for info, anything. And so Akito told her the story.

“WHAT?!”

“Exactly! That’s how I felt!”

Saki covered her mouth, and looked around.

“That means… he doesn’t react to sunlight?”

“I guess not…” Akito didn’t want to admit it, but he did look kinda hot in the sunlight… he’d never admit it though!

“Hmm… how are we gonna prove him innocent of his charges if-“

“Wait wait wait, we’re proving him INNOCENT? FOR CRIMES??”

“Well, yeah, but-“ Saki got interrupted once more.

“WHAT CRIMES DID HE COMMIT?”

“Oh you know, manslaughter-“

“MANSLAUGHTER???”

“Look… I know a bit of his past, ok? I just need help getting him out of being hurt more. He wouldn’t kill anyone who didn’t hurt him first, I swear!”

“Saki, you’re insane.”

“Aren’t you insane too?”

“Yeah, but I’m not the one trying to GLORIFY A MURDERER!”

Creeeeeak…

Saki and Akito looked at the door, noticing a few familiar faces. Toya, a blonde man, and a long white haired woman. They just stared for a few moments.

“Uhm… we can explain.”

“Yes… very much so.”

The blonde man shook his head, and spoke. “Saki, what in god’s name is Akito talking about? What murderer are you glorifying?”

This was Tsukasa Tenma, Saki’s older brother, and heir to the throne.

“Look… I just… I don’t believe Rui would kill someone, that’s all. You know that too, don’t you?”

The white haired girl sighed and went to Saki, giving her a hug. “As your advisor, I wouldn’t suggest doing this. Kamishiro is a dangerous man, Saki. Who knows what he’d do to you?”

“But Kanade… he’s a good person. He’s truly a good person…”

Kanade Yoisaki, the princess’ advisor. Akito personally saw her as a little sister. He wasn’t going to get caught up in this right now…

“Tsukasa, can I leave, please?”

“Yes, Akito. Though, meet me later tonight. We must have a talk.” Akito wasn’t really scared. He’d known Tsukasa for a long time- if Akito did something, Tsukasa would understand why.

Toya stayed behind, helping Kanade comfort Saki. Tsukasa had left, as he needed to do things. Saki sat down on the ground, thinking.

Akito got back to his room, and laid on the bed. Today was… exciting, that was for sure. That guy was Rui Kamishiro? He was… good looking, that’s for sure. Wait, what was he thinking?!

A bat smacked the window where his bed laid next to. Seeing this, Akito immediately got up to help the creature. He opened the window, reaching his hand out.

“Come on… don’t be scared.”

The bat slowly creeped onto his hands, and as soon as he had closed the window, there was a puff of smoke.

“Did you miss me, knight?”

Akito jumped off the bed, and onto the floor. He was just trying to get some rest, man!

“Kamishiro…”

“Your voice sounds so sweet, saying my name. Can you say it more?”

Akito was confused. Wait.. wasn’t this guy supposed to be really evil? Like… killed a whole village evil? What’s he doing in his bedroom?!

“I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

He’ll admit, Rui is pretty good at smooth talking. Way too good.

“So cold! It’s like a stake through my heart!”

Rui walked closer towards Akito, taking his hand and making him stand up.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever set my eyes on.. please, let me..”

He motioned towards Akito’s neck, and Akito was curious at what he would do. But honestly… everything he thought, he wouldn’t really complain about.

“Fine… but you owe me later.”

Rui sank his teeth into Akito’s neck, sucking blood out from the wound made by them. Akito winced in pain, but it oddly didn’t feel that bad. It wasn’t like it felt good, but it wasn’t like he was being stabbed..

“Maybe I’ll get used to you being around. Your blood tastes very sweet, you know.”

“…. You flatter me.”

“Please, won’t you tell me your name?”

Akito thought for a second. This guy? A murderer? He honestly couldn’t believe it now.

“Akito. Akito Shinonome.”

“So beautiful..”

Rui sighed, and went back to the window. He opened it, turned into a bat, and flew out, leaving Akito in confusion. Butterflies in his chest, face all red- what was this?

Akito bandaged his neck, and looked at the time. It seems like he needed to meet with tsukasa soon. He got up, sighing. Damn, that Kamishiro…

“Akito? Are you alright in there? I thought I heard a thud…” Kanade’s voice…

“Ah- yep! All good! Don’t worry!”

He stumbled out of the room, giving a thumbs up.

“Ah… ok. Tsukasa wanted you, by the way.” Akito nodded, and started walking towards the main hall. He was nervous. Did he somehow know that Rui was here? Oh no…

He entered the main hall, anxiety filling him with fear. Was Tsukasa always this menacing?

“Akito.. don’t be scared. I just wanted to tell you a story.”

“Yes, sir.”

Akito went to stand near him, doing his best to remain calm. Then, Tsukasa started talking.

“When me and Saki were little, I’d always get the attention. You know, because I’m an heir and all. But… attention isn’t always a good thing. I felt trapped by my own family, my own peers.” Tsukasa looked away, continuing. “That’s when I met Rui. He and I… got along really well. We dated, haha.. or, we used to date.”

Akito heard this, and felt sick. What was this? He didn’t care about Kamishiro. Was this because of the bite?

“Rui, I believe, would never do anything bad,” Tsukasa went on, “but if he were to hurt anyone, I wouldn’t show mercy. He was turned into a vampire by one of our other good friends, Nene. You probably don’t know her- she was from the village.”

Akito wasn’t thinking. He was mainly focused on one thing. Tsukasa and Rui… dating? There’s no way. No..

“You should always watch out around him, Akito. Even if I doubt he’d hurt anyone, you can never be sure.”

Akito nodded, and walked away. Towards his room again. The window, open, since he had forgotten to close it. But it wasn’t what was bothering him right now.

“He.. dated him? What?”

Akito got into night clothes, took off the bandages on his neck, and locked the door. He locked the window. He didn’t want to be talked to anymore. Was everything a lie? Or was he just trying to get to Tsukasa? What were these feelings flooding his mind?!

The next morning, Tsukasa got worried. Akito wasn’t out of his room yet, and it was almost lunch… what happened?

“Are there any keys to Akito’s door?” He asked Saki, who had been known for breaking into Akito’s room when he was gone to play pranks on him.

“Hmm.. I have one! Here you go!”

Tsukasa took the key, and headed towards Akito’s room.

inside of Akito’s room, there was a bang on the window. Rui was trying to get in again…

“Leave, Kamishiro. I know you just want Tsukasa.”

“Stop speaking nonsense! Let me in, please!”

Akito huffed, and let him in through the window.*“What now? You’re gonna go to Tsukasa?! It’s him you want anyways!”

“What are You Talking about?!”

creaaaaak…

Tsukasa entered the room, noticing Rui. His face went surprised, and he looked at Akito.

“I swear, I can explain…” Akito started, but he was interrupted by Tsukasa.

“Is that.. on your neck…” Akito covered the marks on his neck.

But tsukasa moved his hands. “Rui… did you do this? You… you hurt someone?!” Before Rui could say anything, Tsukasa grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards somewhere.

“Tsukasa, what do you think you’re doing?!”

Akito stepped towards them, and Tsukasa glared at him.“To the prison.”

-- END OF CHAPTER --

This was all written by Nook , im just crossposting chapters onto tumblr ! if you missed it above , heres the link - 🦜

[the-broken-truth]

(A little gift for you, sorry I didn’t write more for it but I got busy later )

It was a night like any other, Revna put her two year old child, Baldur, to sleep and she went to sleep in the empty bed. Máni was out on a mission with her brother, Björn, in Alfheim to collect rare crystals. Currently, Revna was alone in her house with her child, but as she was ready to sleep, she felt something ache in her heart, an unusual crushing that she knew exactly what it meant.

Something bad was about to happen.

‘Is Baldur gonna have a nightmare again?’ Revna wondered as she decided to check on her child, but as she opened the door, in the darkest part of the bedroom she could see a silhouette of someone, it was clearly not Máni, it was a woman silhouette that stepped closer to the candle light. Revna immediately got in a fighting pose as she froze up when the shadow revealed itself to be Revna’s worst enemy.

Freya.

“Hello, my little raven.” Freya said as Revna stared wide eyed at her, then the golden eyed woman’s attention turned to the little boy that was calmly sleeping on Freya’s arms.

“Let go of my son, you witch!” Revna demanded as she got closer but Freya didn’t do anything to let Baldur go, instead she just shook her head in disapproval.

“Even as an adult you still dare to defy me? But it’s okay, I still have time to fix that on you. And our little boy, he remembers so much of him.” Obviously Freya was referring to her real fallen son, Baldur, Revna’s brother via blood contract and currently was bonded to her soul.

“Let my child go and you won’t get harmed!” Revna said as she got closer and was ready to snatch Baldur from Freya’s arms herself, but Freya was smirking in malice as she took her hand to one of her pockets, still holding Baldur with one arm, and then she reveals a moon crescent amulet covered in blood.

Revna immediately knew that this amulet belonged to her husband but she quickly got concerned when she saw the blood on it.

“What did you do to him?” Revna growled at Freya and the witch smugly threw the amulet on the ground.

“I got rid of him, my dearest daughter. Now you belong to me.” Freya said with an arrogant and dark tone as she saw Revna’s face expression shifting to a desperate and tear eyed one.

“YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND?!!! THE FATHER OF MY CHILD!!!” Revna screamed in anger and grief, it was enough to wake up little Baldur that looked around confused.

“Oh Revna, you woke him up.” Freya stated as brown eyes met with light eyes between silver and golden.

“W-Who are you?” Baldur asked with innocent curious eyes on the dark haired woman with dark eyes. Freya stared at the dark haired boy lovingly as she caressed his locks.

“I am your Grandmother Freya, little one.” Freya explained and Revna immediately ran to snatch her child from Freya’s arms, then she hugged her baby child close as Baldur stared at his mother confused.

“Mommy, what’s going on…?” Baldur asked as he saw his mother with tears shining in her fierce golden eyes.

“Not now, baby!” Revna said as she quickly ran out of his bedroom, ran towards hers and locked the door. Freya immediately started to bang on the door, demanding her to open the door. Revna paid no attention as she got her bow and arrows, still holding her child she opened the window and jumped out of it.

“REVNA! BALDUR!” Revna and Baldur heard Freya’s angry voice echoing in the house as Revna ran towards the forest, Baldur clinged himself on Revna’s tunic as he pressed his face on his mother’s chest.

“Mommy…”

“It’s okay, baby, just close your eyes and everything is going to be okay—“

Before Revna could finish her speaking, suddenly thorns held tightly on her legs, making herself and her child trip on the ground and Baldur cried as he was thrown into the snowy surface.

“Baldur!! Are you okay, baby?!” Revna asked, concerned as Baldur cried in pain, his poor knee was bleeding and his face was scratched by the impact. Immediately Revna felt anger grow in her veins as she managed to freeze the thorns and free herself, but as she was in the way to reach her baby boy, Freya kicked her harshly on the side and snatched away the raven woman’s bow and arrows.

“You won’t need this crap anymore.” Freya growled as Revna managed to back away and reach a distressed Baldur that was crying his eyes out. The raven woman shushed her child as she hugged her baby to comfort him.

“What do you want, Bird Bitch?!” Revna asked as she held her child close to her. Freya smiles darkly as snatched Revna’s hand and slid a golden ring on Revna’s ring finger.

“You are binded to me now, little raven. And you aren’t going anywhere.” Revna immediately tried to attack Freya, but something held her back, some sort of magic that Freya put on the ring stopped her from attacking.

“You aren’t going to cause me any harm, Revna. This ring is special, I am already forging one for our little Baldur as well but for now, you better not try to escape or unfortunately the consequences will fall on your baby. And we don’t want that, do we?” Freya asked as she kneeled down in front of Revna and Baldur, with the little boy’s eyes shining with tears as he clinged to his mother.

“N-No… no I won’t…” Revna finally said in defeat as she stared at her own son with sad eyes, in the same night she lost the man she loved, the father of her child and her own freedom thanks to the vile witch that now cursed her to never leave her side.

Broken Truth: 3 Words: That was amazing. Damn that, Freya; killing Máni & binding Revna... I hoped it was just a nightmare...but even nightmares exist in reality. Thanks for the gift, my friend. I loved it.

[nosuchthingasagruffalo]

S2 Chapter 5

Zaye was reading a PADD in his quarters when he heard his girlfriend ring his chime. Lottie flew in and jumped into his arms "how do I have the most amazing boyfriend, between your contact on the Bridge and Seven's persuasion, Abioye is finally listening to us" she ran her finger up his arm "you are going to get thanked many times tonight".

"My pleasure, my job is to serve" he smiled. "Plus we have those four days at maximum warp, little to do, you and I could get up to some fun". Lottie started unzipping her uniform "I have some ideas to get started with. I'm so glad we met on this ship, obviously not the wider situation, but I've never felt this way about anyone before, we have the same humour, except your jokes are rubbish! ha. I've really ever clicked on this level with anyone. Now" she said between kisses along his jaw "let's start making the most of the travel time - and do the murder mystery again"

"No!" Zaye exclaimed as he playfully hit her with a pillow.

******

The chime to Tuvok's quarters rang, as he bade entry he saw his old friend stide in. "T'Pira has sent some encoded briefings from the Vulcan High Command, they can wait until our meeting in an hour, I just wanted to check in on you my friend, I know it's not just me that's had a hard time recently". Tuvok nodded his head in acknowledgement "my loss is nothing compare to you, yet when I think of finishing his mission there are emotions within me that I struggle to control"

"Anger?"

"What you might experience as fear, the VHC have placed immense trust in me, it is an honour to represent my people in Starfleet. But that will mean nothing if I cannot complete this mission, perhaps the most personally important one in my lifetime. I cannot fail"

"We won't, if there's anyone I would trust with something this important it's you Tuvok". As she finished speaking Kathryn noticed the tiniest waver of an upper lip before it slid back in place.

*******

The door to Abioye's ready room slid open as the Commander walked in. "Warp Drive is at maximum efficiency, we have not been hailed or intercepted by any other ships, nothing else to report Sir."

"At ease Seven, I can see that for myself, you don't need to try to come into my office to, as they say 'snoop". Seven flushed and started to stutter, Abioye let out a loud laugh "for someone who has a good poker face I find you very easy to read. You don't think you can trust me, that I'm following orders from a higher power, but maybe it's you I shouldn't trust?"

"The Borg don't lie" Seven retorted

"Ah but you are not a Borg, and haven't been for over two decades, you are a woman who plays things close to your chest I think. So tell me, what does Annika have planned for when we're off this ship?"

"I had a girlfriend, a Betazoid, which I'm not missing the irony of. We had something special but I messed up, shut down my emotions, maybe I'm still too much Borg after all"

"I don't think that's right" Abioye smiled "maybe you need to worry less about who to trust and take a risk, take a chance on her if you can, maybe even on me". Seven flushed, Abioye was trying to wrong foot her, make her reveal something she didn't want to, but she felt very exposed, seen in a way that was very uncommon for her. Feeling that Abioye was quickly gaining the upper hand she mumbled her excuses and exited.

*******

Eighteen months previously....

T'Pira sat in her office at Star Fleet Command, she studied the shelf above the door, the tiny sculptures were misaligned and he would need a stepping stool to move them, or she considered, if she climbed a few shelves up the bookcase, she should be able to reach and counterbalance without falling. Before she had the chance to risk a trip to the medical centre she heard a chime, noting her next meeting attendee was three full minutes late. "Enter"

Amal beamed as he bounded in and threw T'pira an enthusiastic salute. "Captain, thank you for meeting with me".

"Anytime Cadet. You will be aware that I am speaking to you today not only as a Admiral of Starfleet, but also representing the VHC. It is surprising that Starfleet have recommended a Cadet for an elite task force, especially one who seems to quarrel with his professors so frequently, this is highly irregular behaviour in my opinion. However, here you are, for some reason you seem to offer the skills that are required for this task force and so all that remains for me to do is ask if you will be joining and begin the onboarding process."

Amal had been counselled by his mother over the years to separate the personal and professional relationships that his family and the Starfleet brass were entangled in so he fought his better urges and nodded his assent. He shared T'Pira's confusion too, he had assumed that his professors only put up with him because of his surname. He pushed back at them, questioned, missed end of term tests when he had arranged himself unofficial internships with some of the more devil may care Admirals and generally saw himself as a bit of a rebel. So being recruited to anew special forces unit had been a welcome surprise. He would have to attend classes still as he needed to graduate to receive an official rank, but from now on he felt he could make a difference in the Federation, not just as part of a ship's crew but in a personal, on the ground way. He felt invigorated.

****

Present day

Chakotay had gone to the Indiana house. Amal's room had been renovated over the years but still had keepsakes from his childhood, Chakotay smiled as he found a programme from a concert he had taken Amal and Cillian to a few years prior. As he opened it three tickets fell onto the floor along with the wristbands the boys had worn for weeks after. He wanted to smile at the memory but all he felt was anger burning inside him. He grabbed the wristbands and an idea struck him. He ran down to the dining room and searched the large Welsh dresser for the item, there it was, her favourite coffee cup, it had lasted seven years, only to break as it fell against her computer in their final journey through the wormhole into the Alpha Quadrant, She had it restored of course but he was sure he could see the line where it had broken. He put the wrist band in it and closed his eyes "I know you can hear me, I know you might not want to but I need you....please".

"I'm not a genie you know. You don't just rub an antiquated light source and I appear, there are proper channels..."

"Q I need to talk to you. I know you can fix this, please, you're my last hope".