#I do not remember it exactly but that is the rough idea around connecting the fixation to BPD mannerisms.

[king-callmeyour]

I believe that I am fronting though perhaps I am not; perhaps I am another speaking through this personification, this representation, this presentation.

Regardless, I will post the to-do list.

Wash dishes

Refill water container

Prepare to take out trash (including bathroom)

Make sure the cats are fed and cared for, I suppose.

Perhaps remind our roommate of his idea to take us out someplace.

Contemplate going out to buy a drink. Food if it's enticing.

As optional objectives:

Do simple figure/gesture studies

-> Learn to not change proportions as you work (typically going from small to large and then finding the legs are much larger and longer than the torso than the head).

Start learning Japanese (despite knowing we will not make much progress)

Attempt to make progress in our Sekiro save(s).

Learn more about Asian culture and history.

Try not to forget about playing honkai star rail (and ignore our roommate's comment about how it's basically Genshin :/)

I would like to add on that yesterday, perhaps the day before (ignore that it is past midnight, this treats it as if today is the 23rd), we have obtained a new fixation. It would be most obvious, of course, but it is the game Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice.

The moment it clicked was when Wolf started to smile during the cutscene after killing Emma. Returning to a thought previous, perhaps these fixations should be seen more often through the lens of BPD and FPs, as it becomes increasingly obvious that that must be how we experience it (that 'click', the switch that we had always associated with limerence).

But regardless, it is now a fixation that has begun to eat away at us. I would not regard it as a flashback per se, more an intrusion, but there was a brief flicker of a moment where imagery of Sekiro and Kuro flashed in our mind, and it greatly impacted our emotions. It affected us deeply in that fraction of a second for an unknown reason.

Initially, and presently, we were quite against having this be a new fixation. Primarily due to our roommates and how we would present to them due to such a thing. However, opinions fluctuate and presently, it is a non issue... to an extent. One can only say so much after there had been a panic attack borne from said fixation and the strong aversion to having it.

So, as this is no longer such an issue, we will be... hesitantly, allowing ourself to be... more overt? In the changes this will cause? It is difficult to state, and I am/we are uncertain, but nonetheless it will be.

We are deciding to allow ourself to think what we think, feel what we feel, and become what we may. If it is heavily influenced by the game and its characters, story and themes, then so be it.

One must free themself from the shackles of shame and fear. Allow yourself existence. If we appear to change who we are, it would be unfair to allow another to dictate who you are allowed to be. If they do not like it, {"so mote it be"}{shush; we don't even partake in that (not anymore)} then so be it. Be whoever you are at any given moment; you deserve to find yourself and actualize it.

[hereforthehitsbaby]

Good to be Back | Cooper Adams/Abbott x F!Reader

Synopsis: You have lived across from the Adams' for what feels like ever, since you started your bachelor's degree. You notice Rachel's car peeling out of the driveway with such force it causing the ground to shake. Before you could escape back into your home, your eyes connect with Cooper's. "Care for a drink?"

Warnings: Language, Infidelity, Rough Sex, Bondage, Oral F!Receiving, Oral M! Receiving, PIV sex, Implied Age Gap (legal), Mention of Disappearances, Spanking, Choking, Daddy Kink (Heavy), F!Reader, Mentions of The Butcher

Rating: M

Author's Note: Fandom hopper oh my god...but I cannot stop thinking about Cooper Adams!!

Word Count: 5K

Tagging Moots: @rubyfruitjungle @babygorewhore @cherryinterlude @vamplreslayer (If you do want to be tagged going forth, please let me know! If not, I can remove you! (: )

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Invisible. The notion itself holds mystery. One not being seen by the world, but observing all of the tactics. It's the equivalent of being a ghost, or a fly on the wall; taking in every moment, every conversation. It can be useful, but also can be deadly. One small slip up and it was forever embedded in the air. There was no way to escape the truth when it slipped through intoxicated mouths - or fake bodies. But there is a perk to knowing everyone's dirt. Easy to manipulate, and easy to interject.

That is how your next door neighbor is, but you have no idea.

It has been so long since you were last home, God it must have been an eternity. After graduation you wanted - no needed - to get away. Something about being stuck in Philly made you ill. When the opportunity arose to get the fuck out you hopped ship faster than you were brought into this world. The freedom, independence; sights to see and a life of adventure to live. You thought that is how it would be, you were wrong.

College life wasn't as everyone made it out to be. You should've known it was bullshit from when you first stepped on campus, your roommate fucking some random on your bed. It set the entire tone, first it was your bed getting defiled, then it was your desk. Before you could even process what was happening, your life took a complete turn. That one frat party.

That's a moment you hate remembering. It was fun but the aftermath was scary enough. You were always warned about frat parties, what could arise. But being a young, naïve student you had everything stacked against you. This didn't even happen in your freshman year, but your senior. Every time these guys were throwing a shindig you found yourself buried in schoolwork - wanting nothing more than to let these dude’s fuck off. With your final year coming into play you wanted to branch out, though you wished you hadn't.

The party was fuzzy, all you remember was what you were told. But it happened so quickly - one day you're a wallflower and the next, the talk of campus. Eyes burned holes into your soul with every step you took, every glance was directed at you. You couldn't handle it. Something needed to happen, you begged to whoever was listening to give these guys the revenge they deserved. The things that they did, what was said - someone needed to take them down. In fact it only took a week, and your prayers were answered.

It was freeing, hearing around campus how those four dude’s just disappeared. Poof, out of existence. The matter was dropped; life was normal again. Curiosity got the best of you when you heard their names, exactly who did you wish to for this to happen? Like everything else in life it all slips away, becoming of the past. Life ticked on with its duties - you couldn't let go. From the beginning to the end everything went by quickly; a college graduate and ready to take on the world.

Graduating was suppose to mean getting your dream job, working in the field that you loved - but everything took time. As you packed up your car with the memories of the last four years, you couldn't help but reminisce. Four years worth of memories and mistakes, tucked away in the cheapest cardboard boxes. Why did life have to change so much when you were just getting comfortable again? Although you will miss college it was a good riddance, now you could prep yourself for the world.

It wasn't ideal to head back to your hometown but, it was needed. Your family hasn’t seen you in a while, plus job searching is better when you don't have to pay for room and board, especially in this economy. The four hour drive felt like an hour, tunes blasting through the car as you head back into the vortex. Your hometown felt like it was a time warp, one giant forcefield keeping everyone and everything in. Breaching that meant coming to terms that you, as well, might be stuck. Only for a few months, that's it.

As you turned down your old street, it felt like something straight out of a movie - it looked fake. Perfect houses with perfect families, this was some Truman show shit if you have ever seen it. Before you could get wrapped up in conspiracies, you saw your home - smiling softly as you rounded the corner. Pulling into the driveway there was a heavy shroud on your chest - things were out of place. Fixating on the note from the garage door you saw only a glimmer of what it said:

Going to be out of town for a month for our retirement trip. Love you, be safe!

“Great”, you thought. Just when you wanted to see your family they were gone. There was something naughty about having the house all to yourself, not worrying about anyone barging in. A smirk spread across your lips whilst shutting your car off, wrapping your lanyard in your palm. Breaking you out of your thoughts was the door slamming, screaming followed behind. It was instinctual to not be nosy, but let's face it. As you slid out of the driver's seat, you slowly reached for the backdoor - peering over to see who exactly was yelling. For a split second you caught the image of a man and woman yelling at one another while a boy and a girl sat in the backseat. Cocking an eyebrow, you leaned forward a bit more to peer out your back window.

Cooper Adams and his wife Rachel were exchanging some very colorful words, your eyes shot wide open at their argument. It felt wrong to listen in, but they didn't have to know. You bit your top lip in anticipation of what he would say next, but before the argument could officially commence, Rachel was slamming the driver’s door - and speeding so fast out of the driveway it left marks across yours. Seeing how close the car got to you made you jump, smacking your head against the roof of the car. Backing out you rubbed the swollen top, holding back tears.

Peering across the street, Cooper ran his hands through his brown locks - tugging hard. There was something sexy about how mad he was, frustrated even - but it hurt your heart. You've known Cooper since you were in college, considering that's when he moved here. All you knew was that he was a firefighter - nothing more and nothing less. There were a few occasions when you found yourself looking for the fire department’s calendars – for research purposes. Mr. October happened to be your favorite. Cooper’s gaze caught yours, showing a bit of embarrassment. He didn't think anyone was around to see what happened. Giving him a sweet wave, you smiled small in condolence at what you witnessed. He didn't return your gesture, remained at the end of your driveway - his hands fixated on his hips. "I'm sorry you had to witness that."

His words pierced deep, something about the low tone sent sparks through your body. The way his broad shoulders squared up to yours. His fucking stance in itself made you want to drop. Those impure thoughts flew through your mind as he stared at the ground, awaiting your response. Catching on you shook your head, leaning back against your car. "Don't be sorry, are you okay?" Cooper saw this as an invitation to move forward, his hands in his front pockets. When he was in front of you, he couldn't look in your eyes - instead focusing on his home. The way he held himself was strict, he was so tense all the time. It was understandable with the line of work he did but this was different, he was frustrated. "I'll be okay - back from school so soon?"

He changed the subject as fast as he sauntered over to you, not wanting to focus on the negative. You shot Cooper a smile as you held your house key from your lanyard, motioning to your car filled with boxes. "I'm officially done, graduated last week." This was the first time you saw Cooper smile since you've been home - heat rushing to your cheeks. In a way you felt as if he was reading you, browsing through your entire life story off of one sentence. Lost in your own train of thought you didn't realize how close he got, his shoulders parallel to yours - boxing you in. His right hand placed on top of the roof, dangerously close to your head. Swallowing down every ounce of dignity you had. His russet brown eyes poured over every inch of you, tracing you through the clothing.

"Congratulations, I hope you got spoiled for that big accomplishment." Honey, that was the best way to describe his tone. Molasses and honey flowing in a splendid river, drowning you with every syllable. His musk - fennel and pine radiating off of him made your stomach flip, muscles contracting. You had no control over your body anymore, it was like a flip was switched. You watched as Cooper trailed his left hand over your arm, dragging his nails against the grain. His right hand fell to your neck, fingers resting at the base whilst his thumb rubbing circles by your throat. With a hard grasp, he pulled you forward - inches away from your face. "Did you get spoiled, sweetheart?”

Words could not form, no matter how hard you tried to muster them out. All you could do was shake your head as a form of no. Both of your hands fell slack to your sides, growing clammy by the second. Cooper was not happy with your answer, pouting playfully as he dug his thumb harder against your neck, causing your breath to hitch. It was a huge accomplishment, but you didn't want people to go out of their way to celebrate it. So, after you went to commencement you had a small lunch with your close family, then went back to your off campus apartment. Nothing too out there, enough to satisfy you. "Will you let me spoil you, and be a good girl?" His words made you weaker, slumping slightly into his touch. You couldn't shake the fight you saw earlier, how angry they both were. This was proof Cooper needed to blow off steam but, you felt guilty. A married man, father of two - you didn't want to intervene. "Baby, I'm getting divorced - that's what the fight was about."

That was enough for you to lean up to his lips, pressing your body flush against his. There was something about being out in the open for everyone to see that made your body burn hotter. There was a chance you could be caught by anyone. Cooper felt it too, but it was too good to stop, you were too intoxicating. His large, calloused hands slid across your lower back to drape around your ass, cupping it like it was the last thing his hands would ever do. Entangled in the pleasure you let a hearty moan slip from your mouth to his, the bulge pressing harder against your thigh. Delicate hands laced their way to the back of Cooper’s neck, scratching over the tender skin. He licked at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. Obeying his silent command you parted your lips, bringing your left leg up higher to lace around his waist.

The taste of whipped cream on his breath drove you mad, his scent lingering in your nostrils as he passionately kissed you - growing harder with each motion. You couldn't handle it anymore as you grinded down against his bulge, lightning shooting through your core. Cooper’s hand slid from your throat to the base of your neck, tangling his fingers in your soft strands. With a single twist of his hand, he yanked your hair back - making you gaze into his eyes. A devilish smirk rested upon his lips, swollen from how hard he made out with you. A small whimper left your mouth, tiny enough to show you turned on you were by his actions. The hand that was once secured to your side pulled your keys out, waving the lanyard in your face. "Lead the way." He smirked, draping the lanyard down the valley of your breast - watching your shudder at the feeling.

You reached up to snatch your keys away, swaying your hips as you headed for the front door. Cooper sat back to watch how your ass shook with every step, wanting to take you right then and there on the lawn. Bringing his hand down he began to palm himself, trying to relieve some of the tension his cock was holding. Out of the corner of your eye you could see it too - causing your core to ignite. To tease him further you arched your back - pushing your ass out enough to wiggle it as you slid your key in. When you least expected it, the hard crack of Cooper’s hand came down across your backside; you swore it echoed through the neighborhood.

The yelp that left your mouth was masked with Cooper’s hand, gripping at your face so hard you felt it against your teeth. Without any more effort you spun the doorknob to the left, kicking it open. Cooper ushered you inside with haste, the hard oak door slamming into its respected slot. You have never seen a man be this passionate, this rough - it made you ache all over. Standing in the foyer of your home, you gulped as you watched Cooper’s eyes blacken. There wasn't an immediate danger lurking between you both, but it felt like it - he looked as if he was going to snap. Biting hard on your first finger, you tried to jet away towards your room - to not avail. It was like Cooper read your mind - knowing exactly what you were going to do. "Now princess, where the hell do you think you're going?"

His large, calloused hand came down on your right wrist - yanking it behind your body as you pushed you into the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. You could hear the metallic clank of his belt coming undone, groaning at the sound. Prepping yourself for the feeling of his hardened cock against your thigh, you slid your ass out a bit more - only to earn a hearty smack to the reddened flesh. "Fucking Christ, you enjoy being a brat?" The sinister smirk on his lips sent sparkles through your eyes, hearing just how lust filled he was becoming. The cold, smooth leather of his belt slid against your wrist. With a rough tug, Cooper slid your left wrist into the makeshift cuffs - cranking the end of the belt back so your hands were snug. As his fingers left your leather-clad wrists, Cooper came up to lace his fingers through your hair - ever so gently pulling you back to his mouth. His musk invaded your senses as his free hand trailed down your front - paying the softest attention to your throat. You couldn't help but slide your eyes closed at the feeling, wanting more.

Taking you out of your moment was your body being forced away from the wall, pushing you along until you were face to face with the marble countertop. This was new, must have been one of the new renovations. There was a second where Cooper completely let go of you, watching as you stood eyes forward - not daring to look back. The anticipating was killing you; you needed his touch. Sweat slid down your brow as you tried to shake your hair out of your face, letting your heart calm for a minute. The warm grasp of Cooper Adams returned but, in a harsher way. He didn't warn you when he yanked your shorts down, pooling them around your ankles. Without being told you kicked them off, wanting them far away. The cold air of your home ran through the heat produced between your legs, never realizing your panties were discarded as well.

Lost in the thought of how your core ached, Cooper had the advantage - tossing you up onto the new countertop, legs spread wide open. "Is my good girl aching for me?" You couldn't help but chew on your lip at his words, the praise shocking your cunt. Nodding gently, you batted your eyelashes in his direction - watching as his drank up your appearance. His fingertips returned to your thighs, pushing hard into the skin - knowing it was going to bruise tomorrow. Slowly he massaged his fingers upwards, draping them over your inner thighs - ghosting over your hot cunt. It was driving you mad, you needed - wanted his touch, his mouth, his everything.

The bucking of your hips into his hand only caused the fury to set itself onto Cooper, his eyes narrowing to your face. Slamming his right hand onto the countertop next to your thigh, he reached forward with his left to grip at your neck, pulling you fast towards him. "Words, use your words." Your pupils were blown out, no color except black showed. The way your expression held lust only made Cooper grow harder - wanting you more than anything. "Y-yes, Daddy." The name came out with a smirk, eyeing him up and down. Cooper’s grip on your neck got tighter, pressing his plump lips flush against yours. The heat of the kiss made you moan into his mouth, wanting him to know what effect he had on you. As the kiss got deeper he slid his hands away, unbuckling the cuffs on his shirt as he dragged the long sleeve's back, exposing his forearms. Cooper trailed his hands down to his slacks, pulling them off with ease - brief's following right behind. The slap of his erect cock against his stomach made you moan, eyes widening at his size.

"Daddy, y-you're so big..." You couldn't help but stare at his length, the wetness of your core seeping down to the counter. He would break you, split you in half - he will be the biggest cock you have ever taken. There was something ignited in Cooper when your eyes cascaded over his length, his ego growing - knowing he was big. Hearing you say it only made him ache harder. Licking his lips as he pulls back from your mouth, he pulled your ass to the edge of the counter - leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thighs, red marks littering the soft skin. With your hands pressing into your back, all you could do was whimper to Cooper - puppy dog eyes boring into his. "I need you to be loud for Daddy, okay? Don't hold back."

Obeying Cooper’s command, you braced yourself as his hot tongue slid up your seam - flat against your slit. The feeling in itself made you want to jump, stuttering your hips into his mouth. Cooper did not like that, pinning your hips down to the counter with his massive hands. He made sure to never leave your eyes, especially as he bit right where the crease of your pelvis met your thigh - tugging at the skin. You could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he dove back into your steaming cunt, lapping at your arousal. Cooper was a pussy eating champ, you fucking knew it just by how he sucked your clit - rolling it in between his teeth and lips. The attention he was paying your nerve bundle made your whole body flop. You couldn't moan, no - screams were leaving your throat. Each swipe of his long tongue had you falling apart - enough to where Cooper slammed you back down onto the counter. The grunt he let out into your cunt made your orgasm approach quickly. Bucking your hips up, you let a string of whimpers slide out, signaling how close you were. "C-Coop… I-I-I'm gonna...."

"What did you just call me?" Cooper pulled his head back from your thighs, your essence glistening upon his lips. One of his eyebrows cocked in your direction, rubbing little circles into your hips. It was painful how fast your orgasm approached, but not letting it burst. The torture Cooper was pushing onto you made you want to cry. You could help but grind your hips against the air - hoping to at least reach that point you once were at. "Brats don't get to come." He tsked into your ear, biting on your lobe. You couldn't help but pout as you strained yourself, wanting something to help take you to the brink. "D-Daddy please...I-I need your mouth."

Cooper pulled you off of the counter, shaking his head at you. The tears swelling in the corner of your eyes made him soften for a moment, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Even though he was dominating you in everyway you needed, he didn't want to push you into something you may not have wanted. With a stray tear that fell, he made sure to kiss it away - peppering sweet kisses all over your face. Rubbing into his lips, you licked yours - lowering yourself to your knees. Lurching forward you returned his kisses to his hips, thighs and lower stomach - making sure to never break eye contact. "L-Let me make it up to you, Daddy."

Before you could let Cooper respond, you licked one singular line up his shaft - watching at his thick length twitched against your lips. As you came to the top you let your tongue swirl over his swollen tip - lapping up his precum. Cooper couldn't help but slam his eyes shut - wrapping his fingers in your hair to make a ponytail. Opening your mouth all the way, you let Cooper position your mouth over his tip. Nodding in anticipation, Cooper slammed your mouth down onto him - taking him fully in. It was way too much for your to grasp - choking slightly on the girth of him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks out - suctioning tightly around him. "Oh fuck, princess..." He tossed his head back as he moaned out, jetting his hips back into your face.

This was a new sensation for you, never ever being face fucked. With Cooper it felt so natural, your undying hunger strengthened with every thrust. The way his tip slid against the back of your throat made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You couldn't handle it anymore, feeling your wetness sliding down your weakened thighs. With every bob of your head against Cooper’s cock it shot electricity through your nerves, wanting him more than anything. Through tearful eyes you watched his expression - how his forehead scrunched up, his bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth. He was trying so hard to suppress his moans for you, but it was sexier hearing them. Lightly you dragged your teeth up his shaft, causing him to pan his eyes back down at you. Cooper humped himself into your face with such aggression it made you gag more, spit dripping from your mouth over your clothed chest. As you clamped your eyes shut to breathe through your nose, you felt how his hips stuttered - shooting his creamy rope right down your throat. With weakened thrusts, he slowly started to ease out of you, rubbing his thumb over your wet chin. "Such a good little princess for Daddy, you did a great job." He cooed, placing a kiss to your forehead. The praise shot right into your cunt.

"Now it's Daddy's turn - I want you to cum on my cock. Can princess do that for me?" The eagerness to your nod made Cooper laugh at how adorable it was, helping you up to your feet. As he spun you around like the princess you are, he pressed your face into the cold countertop - it felt so good on your warm cheeks. The feeling of his toned legs kicking your open made you squirm, arching your back ever so slightly for him. Cooper leaned forward, pressing his lips to your shoulder as his cock slides between your folds, gathering your wetness on his shaft. The way he pressed his tip into your clit had you moaning out ripples, it couldn't - no - wouldn't stop. Each slow thrust of his hips caused your body to jolt, not even fully given in yet. Just then, with a snap of his hips - he sheathed his thick cock inside your wet heat. The scream you let out was enough to break the wine glasses sitting on the countertop - it felt so fucking good!

"I bet those college boys couldn't fuck you like Daddy can. Am I right princess?" He didn't give you time to adjust as he plowed into you from behind, scratching his way to your shoulder and back. The pain mixing with pleasure made you rock your entire body against him - wanting to hold and caress his form. Your wrists writhed against the leather belt, still bound from earlier. Cooper saw you struggling - taking that as his cue to release your hands. The way they flopped to your side felt unreal as he demolished your pussy. Gaining your strength back, you pressed against the countertop, pushing your hips back to meet Cooper’s thrust. "N-never, y-y-you fuck me way better, Daddy. I-I can't get enough of your b-big cock!"

Your words had Cooper laughing sinisterly - lust lacing his tone. It became too much to deal with, his dirty words flowing through your brain as his cock hit that spongy spot within you. From the way you were angled you could feel everything. The way his tip punched your cervix without a care, how your walls tightened around his girthy shaft. How with every thrust you felt your entire body come undone. Nothing in life brought you as much bliss as Cooper was, this was your whole world. You have been fantasizing about Mr. Adams ever since you first laid your eyes upon him. Now you had him where you needed, and you were never going to lay off. "Princess, I-I'm gonna-" Before Cooper could finish his sentence, he was coming undone within you. Ropes of his sweet seed painting your walls - this is when you were thankful for having an implanted contraceptive. Feeling his seed shooting in you was enough for your orgasm to spray - drenching his cock with so much force. The moans, groans and whimpers slipping from yourself and Cooper echoed throughout your vacant home - this was the best day of your life.

Cooper pulled out of you with ease, rubbing his gentle fingers across your behind. Every stroke made you weak, feeling like jelly under his grasp. Pulling you upwards to his chest, he swept you up bridal style as he made his way to your living room, seeing the new conversation pit your parents had installed. It was essentially like a giant bed with seats, causing you to laugh lightly into Cooper’s chest. As he stepped down the stairs, he pulled blanket from one of the seats over you both, pulling you closer to him. Turning around to face him, you wrapped your left leg over his, rubbing small circles into the stubble lining his chin. The moment was perfect, too perfect. The way Cooper looked at you with so much admiration and love, made your entire soul flutter. "It was me." He mumbled out, looking at you with no emotion to his words. It was like his body was taken over by an unseen force, his hand going ridged against your side. "What was you?"

He let out a gentle sigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek, never leaving your gaze. He was debating heavily if he should tell you, or leave it alone. But it felt wrong to not let you know. He slid his hand to cup your cheek, kissing you as soft as silk - lingering over your swollen lips. His large hand cupping your back as well, drawing patterns with his thumb as he let those forbidden words out; "Those guys at the frat party, I made them disappear." His words make you go stiff, eyes widening as you realize what he did. The ones who hurt you, who humiliated you earlier last year - Cooper disposed of them. Your breath grew more erratic as you realized what was going on, there was only one question flowing through your brain. "Did you...did you kill them?" It was weird, you should've felt afraid - but you felt the opposite, safe and sound within Cooper Adams’ arms.

"Yes, for you. They were going to get away with what they did to you, and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted them to feel the fear you did. I wanted them to feel the way they made you feel, I only want to protect you from the evil this world holds." Little did you know, Cooper was the evil this world held. He was after all, The Butcher.

[vyglitchcraft]

Hi I’d like to request Scorpion, smoke and sub zero with a virgin reader 🫣

Gotcha 😉 imma do this HC + scenario style also since you didn't specify MK1 or 11 i did both (except for Smoke)

Lin Kuei Bros x Virgin!Reader HCs (18+)

MK1 and 11 Kuai Liang, Bi Han, MK1 Tomas Vrbada x Gen!reader (+ bonus Hanzo Hasashi)

Kuai Liang (MK11)

Being in the Lin Kuei is a very isolating life style even compared to the Shaolin monks who live their life purely filled by training, abstinence, and discipline but in the Lin Kuei, everyone you love will either die or turn against you and you can't do shit except just deal with it and move on while leading the others who haven't suffered that fate yet.

You were Kuai's first and he was yours. Although he knew what to do (coming from his older brother who kept bragging about all the women and men he slept with)

Kuai doesn't really like sleeping around, he always wanted to sleep with someone he has a deep connection with but of course after all the shit he went through, he never had time, that is until you came.

Kuai is a gentle lover, cold, stiff, but gentle. He knows his strength so he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He can read emotions well, for his first time, he's doing VERY well

You held onto the grandmaster's arm tightly, your head rolled back onto the pillow as you see your lover slowly pushing himself against your opening. He was cold but that was expected. He held your head softly, as he broke the barrier and fully pushed himself inside of you. Coolness spread across your whole body yet it was pleasant. He kissed your forehead while he asked your permission to move. You said yes and he started off with a slow but deep pace that pressed against all the right places.

Kuai Liang (MK1)

You were also his first. Although he had some experience dating. The Lin Kuei isn't exactly strict when it comes to relationships. He hated the idea of sleeping around, to him his first should be shared with someone he deems worthy, and after beating him in a spar, he deems you as worthy of his love.

He is a gentle but fierce lover, he isn't self conscious about his abilities to pleasure you. Even for the first time, he's confident that you'll enjoy it.

The day you two decided to do it. He started getting ready, asking his brothers for advice. He prepared everything he might need and made sure that today was perfect and unforgettable. It felt more like a date, a date someone inexperienced planned but it came from the heart so you couldn't care less about the minor details.

He always had some very extreme kinks and fantasies but for tonight, he won't do anything extreme, he'll make sure you'll go there slowly.

Kuai held your hips as he kissed your neck, his lube covered fingers slowly working your hole. Sloppy sounds echo the room with moans and groans following with it at the same time. He slowly pulled his fingers out and spread the remaining lubricant on your opening, you swear it was cold when you started but after a while, the room felt boiling hot. He grinded the shaft of his cock against your opening before slowly pushing it in. You felt like you were going into a fever, a good one. One that you couldn't get enough of, for tonight, the only one who matters is you and him.

Bi-Han (MK11)

Falling in love with the cold embrace of death was certainly not healthy. The two of you dated before Hanzo killed Bi-Han for revenge. You mourned him for years, promising not to take another lover again. That is until you met him now. A shadow of his past life. His voice, his appearance, it was all so different but you know it was him, you could just feel it and luckily he remembers you and the two of you started to date again.

He's rough around the edges, even before he takes your virginity, he always enjoyed doing some sexual acts with you, usually his shadow clone, Saibot, appearing to help while he watches.

His hand is always in your pants and you have to admit, he was very skillful with his hands. Be it rubbing your clothed genitals until your arousal soaked through the fabric of your pants or fingering you until you saw stars. The fact that you never did this with anyone else makes it easier for him to pleasure you, specifically because of your sensitivity.

Saibot would hold you on its lap, its fingers inside of you as Bi-Han sat across you, pleasuring himself.

He laughed as you squirmed under him, his touch was anything but delicate. Luckily he has prepared you for this night. You laid on top of Saibot as it held your legs open. Bi-Han rubbing the arousal soaked underwear that you wore, spreading the natural lubricant around before he rips your underwear off. Inky black marks were left everywhere he touched. He pushed himself inside of you aggressively, not letting your body time to adjust but the pain was so so delicious. He spreads you open even more. You will not be walking after this night.

Bi-Han (MK1)

You weren't his first, that was obvious enough. He dated many, broke as many hearts, slept with even more. But he promised, with you it was different. You'll be the last person he'll date. He will never leave you for someone else, you're different.

Bi-Han is not a gentle lover at all. He's rough, he's egotistical, he's immature at times but you know he loves you, that he is capable of being kind. You were his Achilles heel.

Like his MK11 counterpart, you might be a virgin but you two have done some amounts of sexual activities, usually including ice to your dismay/pleasure. His cold fingers touching you in all the right places was enough to get you hooked onto him for iife and the noises you made did the same to Bi-Han.

For your first time, he'll make sure to claim you far away from peering eyes. Somewhere where only he could see you in such a pathetic manner and only he could hear your pained/pleasured screams

You screamed Bi-Han's name as he pushed another ice cube inside of you. Your virgin hole unable to take such feelings even after all the "training" he made you do. The last cube entered your body right with his cock next. He commanded you to beg for him, it was painful but you loved it, it's why you picked him over anyone else. You begged for him to move, to claim you as his own. He obliged. Letting the melted ice cubes cover his cock, making movements way easier. His cock simply slides in and out like a piece of ice on a frozen lake.

Smoke (MK1)

He had some one off slings here and there but none of them were serious. Bi-Han encouraged him to sleep around with a few people but he never exactly found any of them that pleasurable. Although he thinks it might be because of himself lacking the same skill and charisma as Bi-Han.

When he met you, he swore he heard wedding bells. It was love at first sight. He's a sweet one, never pushing you to do anything. Whether you two have done anything sexual before hand is completely up to you. He doesn't mind letting you take the lead.

When you brought up the idea of sex, he immediately was flustered. Sure it wasn't new to him but this time, it was different, it was romantic. Everything should be perfect right? He was panicking, he couldn't help it, Tomas was both excited and nervous.

Although he seems soft and gentle, be warned, he can get rough. He isn't part of the Lin Kuei for nothing.

Tomas filled his mouth with smoke before kissing you. Tasting your lips and tongue while smoke slowly fills into the space of your mouth. It was spilling out from the gaps of your lips. He praises you, whispering sweet nothings, making sure only you could hear him even through the thin walls of the temple. He slowly pushed your pants down your thighs, he licked his lips before going down, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. His tongue danced against your opening, his spit making you slick before the two of you went into the main attraction. Your fault for encouraging him to take over, of course you didn't regret anything

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Hanzo Hasashi (MK11)

He was very experienced in terms of romance and sex, he had a wife and son after all. Hanzo is the only person on this list who knows what an actually healthy relationship is like and how to actually make sure your partner is experiencing pleasure.

He takes things slow with you, even for all the anger and rage, he couldn't afford losing another partner. He asks for your approval for almost everything but unlike Smoke, he prefers to lead not to submit. He is simply asking for your consent.

He guides your way through every session. He needs you to get used to the feeling of his touch and he needs to know every single sensitive spot on your body. You could feel his experience, he knows his way through his partner's body. Even if you didn't tell him, just by feeling you clenching around his fingers or your expression, he could tell where he should add pressure and where he couldn't.

For him, he could take the form of Scorpion or Hanzo in bed, whichever you wish. But for your first, you chose Hanzo.

The chain on his kunai wrapped around your body and neck. Your hands on your back, your legs spread open and unable to close. His stare dug into your soul. He analyzed every single detail of your body, the way you reacted from the bondage, the way you looked away in shame seeing that you couldn't hide your arousal from his gaze. He sighed and softly pushed you down on the bed, lining himself up with your opening. He counts down from three, every number making sure to look at your face, as the countdown falls to zero, he pushed himself deep into your body, angled so well that the head of his cock was pressing right against your G-Spot. You moaned out his name, holding onto the bedsheet under you as you begged for him to use you, only him, your first and last.

[chocochipsushi]

SFW

🌸Word count: 7.5K words

🌸AU: Soulmates are bound by an invisible red thread tied around their pinkies. Only within close proximity with your soulmate for the first time does the red string become visible to the both of you. And cutting the thread would mean losing them as a soulmate, completely, and forever.

🌸Pairing: Mismatched Toji x reader couple (soooo fucking cute), age gap, SatoSugu

🌸A/N: I couldn't get over Soulmate!Toji so I wrote a prequel.....

Part 1, Part 2 >>

You were always so excited and curious to meet your soulmate. Since you were a kid, you’d fantasise ways you might meet your other half. You just never anticipated that your soulmate would be a man almost two times bigger than you. 

You remember the day you first saw him. You were staring up at him, sizing him up when you realised that your head only came up to his chest. His big muscles could probably crush you if he so much as touched you, you bet. And he looked at least a decade older than you. You’d always wondered how your soulmate would look like, but you had never imagined someone like him. 

“Um… Hi,” you squeaked softly. 

He didn't say anything as he continued staring at you. You swallowed and held up your pinky finger where a red thread was tied around. The other end was connected to his own pinky finger. 

You wondered what to say, and you nervously decided on, “Fancy seeing you here…?” 

You almost wanted to smack yourself. 

The man before you didn’t say anything and you briefly wondered if he might be mute. His facial expression never changed either, so you had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe he thought he had gotten the short end of the stick with you. 

He glanced behind you and noticed your friends watching the both of you animatedly, excited that you were the first of them to find your soulmate. The man returned his gaze back to you. He cleared his throat, then he spoke for the first time since you first noticed the searing hot sting on your last finger. 

“I’ll get your number and we’ll meet another day,” he mumbled. His voice was low and rough, kinda hot for an older man if you had to be honest. 

You blinked at his straightforwardness and his quick decision-making skills, both of which you lacked. You only got to be in shock for a few seconds before he held his phone out to you. You took it from him slowly, still in a daze from this whole situation. You keyed in your number and saved your name before handing it back to him. The man pocketed his phone and nodded at you. 

“I’ll call you.” You bobbed your head but you stayed staring at him. You saw a little frown between his brows. “Go back to your friends.”

“Oh, r-right!” you fumbled, taken aback and anxious from being chased away. “Well, um… okay,” you told him as you nodded your head, unsure of how exactly to say goodbye to your newly found soulmate. You took a small step back and gave him a little wave. “I’ll wait for your call…” You frowned here, totally forgetting if he had introduced himself. 

“Toji Fushiguro.”

“Bye bye, Toji.”

The second time you guys met was just as awkward. 

You were sitting there, blinking dumbly at the huge man opposite you. Toji stared back at you, his fingers playing with the condensation of his glass of whiskey. It had been five minutes since you were sat at the table, and it had also been silent between the both of you for just as long. You were gradually getting uncomfortable. You wondered how he could sit there without saying a word, the entire time just staring at you. You already felt like exploding with anxiety. 

You cleared your throat, just aching to break the silence though it looked like he could go on forever just watching you. “So, um… what do you do for work, Toji?” you asked nervously. 

He finally blinked as he replied mysteriously, “Better for you not to find out.” You gaped at his secrecy but he ignored the look of disbelief you were wearing on your face. Before he took a sip of his drink, he asked, “And you?”

“If I tell you, will you tell me what you do?” you haggled. 

Toji’s eyebrow quirked upward for a split second, making you wonder if you imagined it. “No. I’d rather you not know.”

“But I wanna know,” you pleaded softly. He simply kept staring at you, not saying anything. You pouted a little. Giving up, you sighed and finally told him, “I’m a PA for a director of a company.”

“You like your job?” 

It’s not a weird question to ask, but you still couldn’t help but feel touched by his solicitude. Your heart thumped in your chest as you joked, “I’d like it even more if I was a housewife.”

Almost at once, Toji nodded and responded, “Quit your job. You can stay home or even go shopping everyday if you want to. I can provide for both of us.”

You pulled a frown and leaned forward a little. You lowered your voice and questioned seriously, “What do you really do?”

He scratched his temple. “If you really have to know…” He stared at you and you immediately nodded your head. He sighed as he ran his hand down the lower half of his face, bringing your attention to his scar by his lips for a second. “I get paid by people who don’t want to get their hands dirty.”

“So you do the dirty work?” Toji’s face scrunched up into a cringe as he nodded his head. You were unknowingly whispering now as you wondered, “Like what?”

“Don’t ask.” 

“Bad stuff?”

There was a beat of silence, like he was contemplating whether or not to answer, before he mumbled solemnly, looking away, “Bad stuff.”

You continued gaping at him, your heart thumping in your chest. So your soulmate was a bad guy. 

But what could you do about it? Hand him over to the police? Like hell you would. Besides, you’re kind of intrigued. You wanted to know just what kind of things he did. So you opened your mouth to ask more questions. But you took in the scar on his lips, the stormy look in his eyes, and the stony expression that he wears. You decided that you didn’t really want to know that badly, so you huffed and leaned back in your seat. 

You wondered if you imagined the slight quirk of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes because the moment you blinked, his face was a blank sheet again. You cleared your throat. 

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

Your lips clamped together and your eyes widened in surprise. Toji noticed your expression, so he quirked an eyebrow. 

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” you squeaked. 

Your soulmate was 13 years older than you. He had lived 13 years ahead of you, without you. Holy shit, that was a long time. 

You’re still trying to wrap your head around the age gap between you and your soulmate when the waitress came to set your cocktail in front of you. Toji glanced up at her and gave her a tick of his eyebrow as a wordless thanks. You darted your eyes to the waitress at once, knowing what that small action would do to girls. 

True enough, you saw the lady pursing her lips as she fought off a shy smile, her eyes already turning googly as she continued staring at Toji. You returned your gaze to the man before you, only to see him staring at you. 

His deepset gaze unnerved you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking whereas your friends had always told you that you were an open book for everyone to read. You remember worrying to yourself at that time if you would ever be able to live with a man whose emotions you couldn’t even read. It felt impossible then. 

When the waitress left, you shifted in your seat as you asked him quietly, “Are you happy you found your soulmate?”

He swirled the liquid in his glass. Your stomach dropped when he didn’t answer right away. What he did instead, was take a sip of his whiskey. Your anxiety level was rising with every second he took to savour the alcohol in his mouth. You felt like you might vomit just as he swallowed and hummed, nodding his head. He looked just as solemn as ever. 

In that moment, you thought with all your heart that Toji definitely hated you. 

The time your worries and discomfort started to settle was the third time you interacted with your soulmate. 

Your phone had rung in the middle of the day. You remember your heart jumping in your chest when you read the name Toji Fushiguro on the screen. Swallowing and clearing your throat, you picked up your phone and slid your finger across the screen to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Are you free tonight?”

Your heart leapt to your throat. Was he asking you out? “Yes,” you answered breathlessly. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Okay. Where are we going?” 

To be fair, it had been a week since you last met him and there had been minimal contact between the both of you. You never texted, and the only time you did was when you reported that you’d reached home safely the last time you saw him. You just didn’t know what to talk to him about and you didn’t want to seem like a clingy little girlfriend by asking him out again (even though you’d only met twice so far, including the first time you bumped into each other).

“A friend’s birthday dinner.”

Your blood froze cold. “I-I’m going to meet your friends tonight?” He hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” you nearly screamed. 

You would have been embarrassed at losing your composure so unglamourously if not for how nervous you were, thinking about meeting your soulmate’s friends for the first time. You hadn’t even impressed Toji yet and now you had to impress his friends? You didn’t even know him well enough, much less the kind of friends he hung out with! How would you make them like you, when your soulmate hated you?!

Toji grunted on the other line. “I forgot.”

“You forgot your friend’s birthday?”

Ignoring you completely, Toji reminded you, “I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear a dress.” 

“Toji—”

You heard a loud noise in the background before he mumbled quickly, “Gotta go. See you tonight.”

And just like that, he ended the call. So you’re left brooding and anxiously fretting over tonight’s dinner. You couldn’t even focus on work because you’re stressing over what to wear that night and how to behave. It was the longest you ever took to get ready for anything to feel even just a morsel of satisfaction with how you look. 

By the time Toji got you from your place, you’re all but a bundle of nerves dressed in a cute dress and done up all pretty. The moment he set his piercing eyes on you, all he did was stare as he took you in from head to toe. But he said no word of praise as he made a comment about your apartment building. 

“The security here is shit.”

For some reason, the anxiety in you settled. You weren’t sure why, and what that was. But you felt calmer. Perhaps if he had commented on your looks, you would have felt even more nervous. You’re glad he didn’t say anything about your appearance. 

You turned off the lights and locked the door as you said, “Well, the rent is cheap. Can’t complain.”

Toji grunted. “You could move in with me,” he grumbled quietly, almost like he didn’t want you to hear. 

The both of you walked to the lift. “And your place is much safer than mine?” you mocked in a tease. 

Toji turned to give you a look. “Yes,” was all he said for you to realise that he was serious about 1) the security of his apartment, and 2) asking you to move in with him. 

Blushing, you looked away. The both of you took the elevator down in silence and jumped into a cab to get to the dinner location. It was so quiet for the first few minutes of the car ride that you couldn’t help but to start a conversation. You began to ask him about his friends, only to realise that maybe it was better for you to meet them in person than to listen to Toji’s short and brief responses. He must really hate talking. 

The silence during the rest of the car ride had you increasingly anxious. When you reached your destination, you were so nervous that you were fumbling and stumbling to get out of the cab. Toji stood next to you the entire time until you were no longer wobbling on your heels. You swallowed as you stared up at him. 

He was already watching you but now he quirked an eyebrow. “You alright?” 

You only allowed yourself to nod your head. Toji took a step closer and casually rested a hand on your back. Your heart smashed against your ribcage. This was the first time ever that he was touching you and you could just tell how different his touch made you feel. 

It just wasn’t the same as having someone else touching you. Hell, your crush of a few years kissing you on the cheek back in high school didn’t even compare to what you felt from a mere innocent touch on your back. 

You glanced up at Toji, suddenly seeing him in a new light as he walked through the glass doors of the restaurant. He was so much taller and bigger than you. And though his size had scared you at first, you were starting to find comfort and security in his build. Even his large, looming hand on your back made you feel calm. 

Toji, feeling your eyes on him, glanced down at you. “Yes?” 

Immediately, your face turned red. You shook your head and quickly looked away. You could feel his eyes still on you but you tried to ignore it by pretending you didn’t notice it. That was until you felt his hand lift off your back for just a second before it wrapped around your palm. Your eyes rounded in surprise and your heart started hammering against your chest. You darted your gaze up to him, hoping to get some sort of explanation as to why he did that. 

But you realised belatedly that you had arrived at the table of Toji’s friends when you heard a bunch of male voices calling out to your soulmate. You tore your eyes away from him and turned to the bunch of people sitting around a round table. They were grinning up at the both of you, almost slyly. 

“Oh, what have we got here?” The one with white hair whistled as he appraised you behind his black sunglasses. 

Toji reached into his pocket with his free hand and tossed him a black, oblong case. “Happy birthday, dickhead.”

The man caught it perfectly in front of him. As he opened up the case, he grinned naughtily up at Toji. “Didn’t know you had a thing for young girls, old man.”

At once, your face turned a violent shade of red. Some of his friends started snickering, which only made you feel so much more self-conscious. You felt a light squeeze on your hand before Toji let go, causing your heart to stutter. He placed a hand on your back and guided you to take a seat. The moment he sat down and pulled the menu booklet over to flip through it, he casually leaned over to grab the leg of your chair and slid you closer to him. 

You were gaping at him in disbelief just as the birthday boy said, “Oh, exactly what I needed!”

Distracted, you looked up to see him wearing a new pair of black sunglasses. He looked to everyone at the table with a wide grin, showing off his present. When he lifted the glasses to perch it on his head, he winked at you. You felt your entire face erupt in flames. He interlocked his fingers and extended them like a bridge as he rested his chin on them. 

“So, are you, like, his long lost daughter or something?”

You wondered if your face ever took a break from being red. Your eyes were round as you opened your mouth to say something, only to realise you didn’t know what to say. Lucky for you, Toji grunted and spoke up on your behalf. 

“Stop teasing her.” You turned to give him a grateful look. He was pouring himself some whiskey from the bottle in the middle of the table as he muttered, “She’s my soulmate.”

You could feel the entire room holding its breath, including the occupants. You didn’t even have to look to tell that you had all eyes on you. You could feel it. 

“What?” the white-haired man with the blue eyes breathed, still in shock. 

Toji turned to you, evaluating your uncomfortable expression. He turned back to his friend with a frown. “She’s my soulmate,” he reiterated, enunciating each syllable almost harshly. “Got a problem with that, Satoru?”

There was a beat of awkward silence before everyone started clapping. Satoru’s first reaction after breaking out of his stupor was to throw his head back and whine. 

“I can’t believe you’re taking the spotlight away from me! The birthday boy!”

Satoru sulked for the whole of the first course. It was only until he saw how shy and quiet you were, so out of place in Toji’s group of friends that he decided he would stop teasing the both of you. He was too far away to hold a conversation with you, but he had hoped that he would have the chance to get to know you better. 

Just before the last course of dessert came, Toji got up and asked, “I’m going for a smoke. You want to stay here or—“

“I want to come with you,” you quickly interjected, already pushing your chair back. 

Toji took the napkin off your lap before you stood up. He put his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the exit of the private room. A few of his friends followed behind you to join him for a smoke. You walked closer to him, your shoulder bumping his bicep. Toji glanced down at you at the same time you lifted your gaze to him. His dark green orbs flickered about your features and he finally addressed the anxiety written all over your face. 

Not with words. But by reaching up to your head for a little pat, so gentle that you showed surprise even as you cringed, expecting his touch to be heavy and rough. You felt your cheeks getting rosy again. 

Leaving the establishment to get to the smoking area, Toji got out first and held the door open for you, waiting until you were out before he let go of the glass door. You watched by his side as he lit his cigarette, the end of the tobacco stick illuminating in the darkness of the night. 

“You smoke?” he asked quietly, making this the first time he was initiating conversation. You shook your head and he nodded. “Don’t start,” he said as he took another puff. 

As his friends joined you, you frowned up at him. “Why do you smoke, then?”

“He’s a hypocrite, that’s why.” 

You turned your head to see the birthday boy rolling his eyes at you as he tutted at his friend. Changing topics, he grinned boyishly at you and held out his hand. 

“Satoru Gojo.”

You shook his hand and you saw his eyebrows shooting up for a split second, surprised by your strong grip. When he let go of your palm, the ends of his lips were slightly turned down, his bright blue eyes dancing as if in approval. He held up his palm to the side where a man with long hair tied up in a bun joined you with another lady with a bob haircut. The ravenette man pulled out a stick from his cigarette box and fit it in between Satoru’s fingers before taking one for himself. The woman is already puffing on her lighted cigarette.  

“So when did you find out?” 

The man with the long hair darted his eyes between the both of you but you looked up to Toji, who had been watching you the entire time. He took a breath of tobacco in and answered as he flicked the ash of his cigarette away. 

“A week ago. I was out getting supplies.”

You glanced at his friends to see that they were looking at you. “I was out shopping with my friends,” you murmured, lashes lowered shyly. 

“You’re so cute,” Satoru almost squealed, reaching his long limb out and closing his fist in front of your face like he was going to pinch your cheek. “You’re like the total opposite of this Grump,” he scoffed, stubbing his thumb out at Toji. 

“How does it feel? To have a soulmate?”

All of you turned to the only other woman there, who darted her gaze between all of you. You noticed Satoru and the guy in the man bun sharing a look. Unknowingly, your eyebrows furrowed slightly. As Toji turned his body to stub out his finished cigarette, his broad physique shielding you from his friends, he answered your unasked question. 

“They’re soulmates, the two of them,” he muttered softly, his voice low and almost ticklish in your ear. 

“Oh,” you squeaked softly. 

When Toji returned to his original position, you felt like you were seeing the two other males in a different light. 

“Hmm, contented?” The male with slitty, black eyes gave Satoru a look of unsureness. 

The blue-eyed man hummed. “Like you’re whole. You know?” He now turned to you and Toji like you would understand, maybe add on to their list. 

You blinked dumbly. Because, honestly, you still didn’t know how you felt about Toji being your soulmate. Sure, he was a good-looking, attractive man. But his personality was too cold and too quiet for your liking. You weren’t even sure if he liked you. You didn’t know how you could be his perfect match. 

“Hmm,” Toji grunted, pulling you out of your reverie. You were in awe as you watched him voice his thoughts. “It feels like you would do anything in this world to keep her safe.”

It had only been a few days since the birthday dinner and though you and Toji hadn’t spoken at all after he safely saw you back to your place, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him and what he said about having a soulmate. More specifically, having you as a soulmate. 

You were lying in bed on a Friday night, still thinking about Toji, when you heard some noises outside your room. You froze and listened really hard, and finally picked up the sound of your front door opening. You lived alone. 

You quickly sat up in your bed, just staring at your bedroom door until you heard some light clanging sounds of metals touching. That was when you ran to your closet and curled up into a ball in the dark space, as you fumbled for your phone. You didn’t hesitate to call the first person that came to mind. 

“Hello?” Toji grunted after five rings. He sounded groggy and tired. You wouldn’t be surprised if your call woke him up. 

“Toji,” you whisper-cried. If you weren’t so scared, you could probably hear the rustling on Toji’s end as he shot out of bed. “I think there’s someone in my home.”

He sounded far away when you heard him hiss, “Fuck!” A second later, his voice was steady and definitely nearer to the phone when he asked, “Where are you?”

“In my clo—” You jumped and whimpered when you heard something crashing to the floor outside. You couldn’t even take notice of Toji audibly making a mess of his home to rush over to you. You’re already crying when you finished, “My closet.”

“‘Kay, stay there, sweetheart,” the man instructed through the phone slowly, calmly. You pursed your lips and nodded. “I’m coming, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered as a fresh hot tear fell on your cheek. 

Toji ended the call then and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth to bar any sounds from leaving you. You were alert as you kept your ears peeled to what was happening outside. There was a lot of rummaging around in the living room until you heard your bedroom door open. You shut your eyes and pressed your palm harder to your mouth. Another streak of hot tears cut through your skin. You were scared out of your wits that they might have found out there was actually someone at home on a Friday night. 

You had to listen to the intruder go through your belongings, finding valuable items to take as their loot. In the shroud of your anxiety, you missed the sound of your front door opening. But you could hear everything that happened after. 

The loud crunch of bones, the cries of pain, the under-the-breath curses. You could only hope that Toji was finally here. Still, you didn’t leave the closet in case it wasn’t. Tears were still falling from your lash line and your hand was now back over your mouth when the doors to your closet were finally yanked open. Out of reflex, you squeezed your eyes close. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you heard a familiar, low voice breathe. 

As you opened your eyes again, you saw Toji dropping to his knees before you, his big hands reaching out to you. You couldn’t see his surprise when you fell out of the closet and into his arms, sobbing into his chest. It took him a few seconds to get over his shock but he quickly wrapped an arm around you, his other hand stroking the back of your head. 

“Shh, shh… You’re good, Princess,” Toji murmured, tilting his head slightly so his lips brushed your hair. You clung onto the fabric of his shirt, sobbing even harder. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” the man whispered, his voice breaking. He had never felt more pain in all his life than right now, listening to you cry while he held on to you trembling.

The both of you stayed in this position for a long time, Toji just patiently holding you, gently stroking your hair, humming softly as if he knew that some white noise might make you feel better. 

It took you a really long time but when you’d finally stopped sniffling, you stayed slumped in Toji’s arms, your cheek smushed against his tear soaked shirt, suddenly spent from all the crying. The male stroked his hand down your back, his other hand cupping your damp cheek. His palm was rough, calloused and warm. It made you snuggle into his hold. Toji tilted your face up and you fluttered your swollen eyes open to gaze into his worried eyes, the rest of his face stoic and expressionless except for the slight downturn of his lips. 

The rough pad of his thumb swiped across your cheek, his touch making your eyes flutter shut again. You heard him sigh as he moved slightly. You peeked at him evaluating your room. Then, he turned back to you as he brushed your hair away, tucking your locks behind your ear. 

“Let’s pack your stuff. I want you to stay with me tonight,” he declared, so firm with his decision that you simply nodded, too relieved and tired to feel nervous or incredulous at his offer. 

That night, despite the both of you being soulmates, Toji respected your space, giving you his bed while he slept on the couch in his living room. After all, this was only your fourth time meeting. You were practically still strangers, at this point. 

He was right, of course. The security in his building was way better and his apartment complex was fancy. His place was the perfect bachelor’s pad, maybe just a little too big and empty for one person if you really cared enough about these things. 

It was currently two in the morning and you’d been wide awake despite how mentally exhausted you were from the distress you were under, all because you were aware of every little sound you heard. Tired of being kept awake because of paranoia, you got up and went to find the only person whom you knew could make you feel safe. 

Your footsteps were quiet as you left the room but Toji could still somehow hear you as you saw the silhouette of his head popping up off the pillow on the couch. You stopped where you were as you wrung your fingers together nervously. 

“Toji?” you whisper-squeaked. 

The man quickly sat up on the couch, facing you. He was probably going to respond, but you gasped when you heard a muffled sound coming from the unit next door. At once, you dashed towards Toji, knocking your knee against the table in your haste. 

Your soulmate caught you when you threw yourself at him, somehow cushioning the impact of your catapult. He immediately gathered you towards him as you sat on his lap turned to the side, your face in the crook of his neck, your arms circling his nape. He rubbed your knee, soothing your injury. 

“Just the neighbour, sweetheart,” he murmured into your hair. You were still clinging onto him like a baby, not saying anything. So he asked, “Wanna go to bed together?” 

You nodded at once. So Toji picked you up easily as he walked into his bedroom, laying you down on his bed and tucking you in before he came round the other side of it. He slipped under the blanket and you immediately curled into him, though not too closely. 

Now that you had your soulmate with you, sleep fell over you like a curtain. But it was not easy, because you jumped in the middle of your night when you heard a loud thud from outside. This time, though, you had turned to the other side in your slumber, which meant you were facing away from Toji. Your heart was thudding hard and fast against your chest. Breaking out in cold sweat, you stayed frozen as you focused your wide eyes on a suspicious spot in the dark room. 

You twitched when you felt a warm, heavy hand on your arm. “It’s alright, baby,” Toji murmured, his voice so low and sandy that you almost couldn’t hear him. “I’m here.”

You flipped around immediately and scooted your way into Toji’s chest, no longer concerned about the fact that you’d only met four times or that you were practically strangers. You were afraid and all that mattered was that  he was the only person who could make you feel better. 

Toji moved closer as well, his strong arms coming around you and you just naturally fit in them, your head already on his bicep and his other arm around your back, gathering you close to his warmth. He hummed, the reverberations in his chest providing you with comfort. Taking in a deep breath of Toji’s scent, you felt yourself calming down. It took you less than five minutes to fall asleep again. 

When you awoke the next morning, you were well rested and just slightly disoriented. You blinked around the unfamiliar room and the big, messy bed you were in. Before you freaked out, the bedroom door opened. You turned to see Toji walking in with a cup of coffee in one hand, the newspaper in his other. He noticed you awake and though he didn’t smile, you wondered if you were seeing things when you noticed his dull, green eyes light up. 

“Alright, Princess?” 

You nodded as you watched him climb back to bed next to you. He set the newspaper on his lap and took a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down on his bedside table. He turned to you, tentatively reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your face, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. 

“Slept well?” You nodded again, rubbing an eye. He hummed, now feeling more comfortable as he stroked your hair with his palm. You nuzzled into the pillow and shut your eyes again. “Still tired?” Your nod was becoming lazy and hard to notice. “Good night,” he whispered. 

The next time you woke, it was because of the alluring smell of bacon. You immediately got out of bed and padded out to the kitchen where Toji was at the stove, his broad back shielding you from what he was making. Going over silently, you stood next to him and peered over his muscular arm and saw that he was cooking eggs and bacon. You glanced up at him and he flicked his gaze to you, his eyes darting about your features. 

“Hungry?” You nodded shyly. “Of course you are. It’s 12PM.” You blushed, thinking he was making a subtle jab at your sleeping habits. But then he said, “You can go back to bed after eating. You had a rough night.”

“Toji, tha—”

He interrupted you from thanking him. “I told you your building wasn’t safe. You’ll listen to me now, right?” You gave an remorseful nod. He turned off the fire and leaned against the counter as he tilted his body to face you. He looked serious and scary, like a berating father. “You can’t keep living there, sweetheart. I can’t have you caught in another situation like this, you hear me?”

“But I can’t—”

“Move in with me.”

The fifth time you met him was the last time you ever had to count the number of times you saw him. Because you’d moved in with him, no questions asked. Toji was going to slowly work his way to making you quit your job but for now, he was content with you staying with him. 

You were unpacking when a cosmetic product fell out and rolled under the couch. Crouching closer to the ground, you dug your hand under the sofa and felt around for the bottle, only to come in contact with what felt like a card. Curious, you fished it out and saw that it was Toji’s credit card. 

“Toji?” you called. You heard a grunt from the bedroom and he was out the next minute. Brandishing the card to him, you announced, “I found this.”

His eyebrows were furrowed as he walked forward to retrieve it from you. You watched him scan the card for a second before his eyes lit up in recognition. 

“Where’d you find this? Under the couch?” You nodded. He had such an incredulous look on his face that you almost wanted to laugh if not for him almost rushing forward and squatting next to you. Your eyes rounded in surprise. “You can reach under the couch?” he breathed, looking so amazed that you cracked a smile. 

“Yes…?”

“Holy shit,” he cursed. He sounded the most excited you thought he could ever sound when he requested, “Babe, I have so much shit down there that I couldn’t reach. Would you be a doll and get them for me?” 

You nodded slowly. “But… why didn’t you just use something to help you fish them out?” 

He had a deadpan look when he answered, “Can’t be fucked.”

So you got back down and managed to pull out a golf ball, a set of keys, an expensive looking pen, a battery, some coins, a cell phone, and an ointment tube. The last item you got out was your makeup spray. You finally sat back on your heels and stared at Toji, who was in awe at all the things you retrieved. 

“How do you even— A cell phone?!” You shook your head when your soulmate opened his mouth to explain. “I don’t wanna know.”

“You’re perfect,” he murmured before cupping your face and pulling you closer to press his lips to your forehead. 

“Where are we going?” you whined, now so comfortable with your soulmate that you hid no thought or emotion from him. 

“You’ll see,” Toji muttered, still as frugal with his words as ever. Although you realised that he let down his guard more at home, he was still more content with listening to you than he was speaking. 

Toji led you to the entrance of a bar where you had to go down a set of stairs, his hand held behind his back as he carefully walked you down the steps. It was three in the afternoon and you weren’t sure why you were at a bar until he pushed through the door that had a ‘closed’ sign and two familiar men sitting at the bar counter turned to face you. 

Satoru wasted no time in hopping off his stool to bound over to you. “Hello, my lovely,” he cooed as he slung his arm over your shoulder and reached his other hand out to pull yours away from Toji’s hold. You blushed at his friendliness. “Did you come to see me?” 

You were propelled to sit on his warmed up stool, the white-haired man helping you up on it easily. His soulmate smiled courteously at you. Toji tried to take the seat next to you but Satoru immediately planted himself on it, scooting closer to you. You thought you heard Toji growl. 

“You remember Suguru,” Satoru reintroduced, holding an arm out to his soulmate. You nodded. He grinned and moved closer to whisper, “Tell him to pay up.” You frowned and turned to him, only to realise how close his face was. Satoru’s grin widened when he saw your face getting redder. He leaned back a little. “He bet you’d have cut your thread by now.”

You heard Toji scoff. “Why would I?” you asked. 

“Because Fushiguro is an irritable old fart,” Suguru answered matter-of-factly. “I didn’t think you’d want to stay soulmates with a man like that.”

You frowned. “That’s mean. I like Toji.”

“Aww,” Satoru cooed, resting his head against yours. “You’re such a sweetheart. Toji is lucky to have you.”

“There’s no ice.” You turned to see Toji now behind the counter, glaring at the two men before him. 

“Yeah, we had to buy. Our ice maker is—” 

Toji didn’t even listen to the rest of his sentence before he went to the kitchen, where you assumed he was getting the ice they bought. Suguru rolled his eyes. 

“See what I mean?”

You giggled a little. “He isn’t always like that,” you promised them. 

“What is he like, then, when he is with you?” Suguru wondered, almost dubious that he could be anything but mean and grumpy. 

You thought about it as you watched your soulmate come back through the kitchen door with two glasses filled with ice. He got a cocktail shaker and started putting together a concoction. 

“Hmm,” you hummed. “He takes care of me all the time,” you murmured. Toji glanced at you, holding your gaze with his. “He always lets me have my way—“

“Within reason,” Toji added in a mutter. 

One time in the two months you had been staying with him, you’d asked to go to sleep with your head under his shirt, very literally to hide inside the shirt he is wearing. Which, resulted in Toji rejecting your incredulous idea and you whining and guilt-tripping him by swearing you were cold and needed more warmth. He finally compromised but instead of doing what you asked, he slept top naked with you snuggled up in his chest. He never wore a shirt to sleep ever since then. 

Ignoring his comment, you continued, “And he makes lame dad jokes sometimes—”

“No way,” Gojo breathed in awe. 

You nodded at him to reaffirm what you just said. “And he is really nice to me.”

Toji placed a glass of milky white liquid on the counter in front of you before going to wash the equipment he used. Then, he poured himself a whisky and stayed on the other side of the counter where he could see you better. 

“What’s this?” you murmured, picking up the glass he put before you. 

You glanced at him watching you over the rim of his drink, an eyebrow ticking in a non-verbal way of telling you to go ahead. So you took a tentative sip and smacked your lips as you tried to figure out what it tasted like. It was sweet and just a little bit sour. You really liked it. 

“Candy?” you guessed. 

“Skittles?” Satoru joined in. You turned to him in shock because how did he know what exactly it tasted like? The blue eyed man immediately shot up from his seat and pointed an accusing finger at your soulmate. “You motherfucker! You said you didn’t know how to make any of our cocktails!”

“Of course he does, Satoru,” his soulmate sighed. “We taught him and Shoko how to make them.”

“Why would you tell us that you don’t, then?!” Satoru yelled, frustrated at his best friend. 

“Too much work,” Toji shrugged, taking another sip of his whisky. 

Satoru grumbled under his breath, not forgetting any curses directed at your soulmate too. “So you actually knew how to make a Hollow Purple?” Toji stayed staring at his friend and Satoru somehow knew what that meant. He blew up again. “You motherfucking fuck! Those girls were so fucking hot! They never came back again!”

“Because I didn’t make their drink?”

“Yeah, and your stale ass attitude,” Satoru spat. 

“They were embarrassed,” Suguru explained. 

Toji scoffed. “Shouldn’t have hit on me then.”

“Well, you were single then.” Suguru glanced at you, as if to let you know that your soulmate wasn’t cheating on you. “And I guess you’re an alright looking man.”

“You and Satoru are handsome too,” you remarked, wanting to be part of the conversation somehow. 

Gojo cooed as he grabbed your face to land kisses on your cheek, making you scrunch up your face. “I’m going to love you, and take care of you, and—”

“Get off her, you creep.”

Satoru stopped to glare at your soulmate, who looked unamused and annoyed at the scene before him. Just to play along, you circled your arms around Satoru’s waist and tilted your head to press your cheeks together. 

“I like Toru,” you say cutely.

All you heard was a loud squeal before you were smushed against the white-haired male in a tight hug. 

You locked your phone and stared up at Toji as he watched a soccer match on the TV. Noticing your gaze on him, he glanced down at you with your head on his lap, his arm resting across your chest. He raised an eyebrow in a wordless question. 

“What went through your mind when you found out I was your soulmate?” you wondered. 

He was quiet for a while before he murmured, “That I was a lucky bastard.”

You quirked a smile. “Did you really?” He hummed as a yes. “You didn’t think I was weird?” 

He frowned. “Why would I?”

“Because I was so awkward…”

Toji bent his arm to stroke your chin. “You were so cute.” His eyes were so soft on you. “The cutest thing I ever laid my eyes on. I was so afraid I might hurt you.”

Now, it was your turn to frown. “Why would you?”

The back of his fingers now stroked your cheek absentmindedly. “You’re so innocent and so tiny compared to me, Princess. I’m still afraid I might accidentally roll over you in my sleep and kill you.”

You giggled. “You’re so funny, Toji.”

“I’m not kidding.”

You didn’t doubt him. He may be a man of few words but he was good at communicating his feelings through his actions. He would always put you before himself and he would always be hovering over you in case you hurt yourself. 

You smiled up at him, your heart feeling so full. He was the sweetest man alive. “You know, I actually thought you didn’t like me when we first met,” you confessed. Now thinking back, it was kind of funny. 

“I’m sorry you felt that way,” he apologised, now cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “I’m not good with people.”

“You’re good with me,” you chirp with a cute smile. 

“Well, you’re not people.” 

You frowned. What did he mean by that? 

You were about to start pouting when Toji said, “You’re my Princess and my baby.” 

At once, your face exploded in red. Your heart started pitter pattering against your ribcage. You grabbed Toji’s hand and used it to cover your blushing face. You could hear him laughing, which made you whine. But you stopped and held your breath when you heard the next sentence Toji murmured. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, baby.”

And he was the best thing that ever happened to you, too. 

Part 1, Part 2 >>

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[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

So instead of working on the WIPs I already have, my brain decided to think up a new one 😅

Current working title is LA Lonely and here is a mood board and a rough little summary:

Buck meets Eddie and they hook up. Buck feels an instant connection but doesn’t pursue it because he’s only good for one night, no one wants him for keeps. Cue him running into Eddie almost everywhere he goes, like the universe keeps putting Eddie in his path. And Eddie is kind and never makes their interactions feel awkward and the way he smiles at Buck has something warm fluttering to life inside him. Eddie eventually asks him out on a proper date and Buck is so confused because no one wants him for more than a fun time. They don’t want to keep him.

(snippet under the cut)

“Buck!”

Buck turns towards the voice calling his name to find none other than Christopher from the class field trip at the station last week walking towards him, red crutches click clacking against the floor.

“Hey Chris! What brings you here? Another school field trip?”

Chris scrunches his face up, looking at Buck like he’s grown a second head.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Right. I knew that, I was just checking to see if you did.” Buck says as he points his finger at Chris causing the boy to giggle.

Buck scoots over on the bench making room for Chris to sit down beside him.

“Are your mum or dad with you?” Buck asks as he scans the room behind them for a frantic parent.

“My mum’s dead.”

Oh. Well. Buck has no idea what to do with that.

“Uh, I’m sorry buddy, that’s uh- that’s rough.” He looks around the room again. “What about your Da-“

“Christopher!”

Buck’s head whips around to find a man striding towards them. As he draws closer, Buck's eyes widen in recognition and disbelief because shit, Buck knows him - has seen him naked, felt his body pressed against his own as the guy shoved his cock so deep inside Buck he swore he could feel it in his throat. The memory of their encounter is still fresh in Buck’s mind a week later because it was that good.

“Dad!” Chris says happily, smiling bright and big and holy fuck his hot hookup who gave him one of the best orgasms of his fucking life has a kid.

And is standing right in from on him.

Buck scrambles to his feet, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he smiles nervously at Eddie. “Uh hi.”

Eddie looks shocked to see him but it quickly melts away, his eyes softening. “Buck, hey.” His mouth quirks up in a small smile and Buck remembers exactly why he brought Eddie home last weekend. He’s so fucking pretty

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[pandorxxx]

Lurkin’

Lo’ak (19) x human fem reader (18)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, BLOOD (from biting), p in v, oral, biting, choking, squirting, cursing,rough sex, size kink, praise kink, CNC.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

With a loud gasp, you finally awoke. Sitting up quickly to scan your surroundings. You look around frantically to find yourself in the forest. You remember walking through the forest of pandora with a couple of scientists. You were new, so they had to show you around. And now, you’re here.

“Ughhhh” you winced, sitting up slowly. You scanned your body for injuries finding several, but nothing too serious. You looked down at your clothes as they were almost completely ripped off.

“What the hell happened?” You mumbled under your breath, wobbling to your feet.

“Hello!!!” You yelled, cupping your hands to your mouth. You looked around for a moment, and nothing. You sighed loudly, trying desperately to remember your way back to the lab. What you didn’t know was that there were a pair of eyes, watching your every move.

Lo’ak was lurking in the shadows, following you. He noticed that you were in distress; clothes torn, hair a mess, blood visible on parts of your body. He assumed you were a scientist, lost in the forest.

Jake took lo’ak to the forest, as his rut was approaching. Lo’ak was completely untamable in his state, but maybe coming to the forest was a bad idea this time. He was intrigued by little you; The way you stumbled on the huge rocks, your frustration from actually being lost. You were hypnotizing to him.

His rut was almost at the peek, and he couldn’t take the lurking anymore. He walked closer behind you, making sure to keep quiet. He made his was behind you, towering over your little frame.

You felt a presence behind you. Your heart beating fast, not knowing if you should turn around or run. Before you knew it, you felt a strong hand wrap around your neck gently, from behind. Then a strong hand cupping your mouth.

“Don’t scream ok?” He commands calmy. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, but you quickly nod in hopes that he would let you go. To your surprise, he did. He turned you towards him by your shoulder. You look up at the na’vi, basking in all of his glory; he was glowing in the moan light, his skin was a calming blue, and his strip pattern was intricate. He was towering over you, panting loudly as he glared into your terrified eyes.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’m lost, I need to get back to the lab.” You plead taking his hand in yours, almost in tears. He looked down at your hands, locked together, and then back to you.

“I will not hurt you, I just need some help.” He stated, getting down on his knees to seem less intimidating. You stopped weeping to shoot him a confused look.

“Help? From me?” You asked, tracing his glowing freckles down to his chest. He pulled your chin up, connecting his eyes with yours.

“Yes, from you.” He replied, squeezing your hand firmly, pushing a strand of hair out of you face as he wiped your tears. You noticed his breathing becoming rapid the more he touched you. His eyes were not the color you studied about, but more of a deep red. He was sweating profusely, and it was no where near hot at this time of night. These were only symptoms of a Navi in rut.

Your eyes widened from realization, as you let his hand go, stepping back slowly.

“No no no, please. I can’t help you with that.” You whimper, shaking your head desperately trying to wake up from what had to be a dream.

“You can’t help me with what?” He asked, tilting his head as he glared at your small frame. You knew he was playing games. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but he just wanted to hear you say it, hear you beg for mercy. You glance down at his loincloth, noticing the huge bulge growing by the second. A single tear falls from your eye as you realized there was no way out of this.

“I have to go back…” you whisper, but it comes out as a soft cry. He shook his head, leaning back on his knees.

“I’ll take you back, later. I need you right now.” He growled, glaring at you through his eyebrows. There was awkward silence for a moment as you planned your escape. He caught on quickly, and smirked at you.

“Come here.” He commanded coldly. He started undoing his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. Your mouth flew opened at the size of him. You were almost sure that it was the size of your forearm. The veins that lined his cock were pulsating, needy for attention. Drops of precum dripped to the moss underneath him.

“Shit” you screeched, not being able to keep your eyes off of it. He licked his lips at your discomfort, almost as if he was turned on by it.

“Don’t make me come over there.” He sung, stroking his length as he eye fucked you. You shook your head side to side frantically before backing up more. Lo’ak was growing frustrated, low growls rumbling in his chest. He lashed out, grabbing you by your arm, and bring you nose to nose with him.

“I was trying to be nice, my love. That shits over now.” He growled, snaking his hand around to the back of your head. He stood up tall, looking down at your helpless face. The tip of his cock was inches away from your mouth. You tried to back up, but his grip on your head didn’t allow that.

“Open.” He commanded, now holding your head with both hands. You opened your mouth slowly, and before you knew it, he plunged half of his cock into your mouth. Your screams were muffled from being stuffed. You pushed on his lowered abdomen, but he wouldn’t let up.

“Don’t fight me, babygirl. I need your help.” He moaned, thrusting into your mouth. Him being at the back of your throat was an understatement, you felt like he was tickling your rib cage. You were choking constantly, trying your best to breath through your nose.

“Fuck! Babygirl don’t do that. You’re gonna make me cum in this pretty little mouth of yours.” He groaned, stuffing alittle more of himself down your throat with every thrust. Tears were running out of your now red eyes. You felt your consciousness leaving you slowly. You tapped his leg exhaustedly, and that caught his attention. He pulled out of your mouth, and you gasped for air, eyes wide as the spit ran down your chin.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.” He muttered, tapping the tip on your swollen lips. In an instant, he lifted you up, pinning you to a nearby tree. He tore your already ripped shorts off of you with one swift pull. That’s when you started fighting him, trying with all your might to get him off of you. He grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them together.

“You wanna be a good girl and give it to me? Or do you want me to take it? Either way, you’re getting this dick.” He growled, Turning your face to the side to attack your neck. Even after his statement, you tried to push him back, punching his chest, and the arms that help you up.

“STOP!” He shouted, pinning your neck to the bark behind you. You finally stopped all sudden movements, realizing that there was no way to fight him off.

“That’s a good girl.” He smiled, grabbing his cock and lining it up to your entrance. He could feel you shaking in fear underneath his touch, and a piece of humanity slipped through the cracks of his rut.

“I will try to go slow. Yeah? Does that make you feel better?” He searched your teary eyes for consent. You nodded slowly, pouting at him. With that, he slide the tip in slowly. You gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly. He bit his lip, trying to refrain from plunging deep into you. He lingered for a while, letting you get used to just the tip.

“You’re doing good, babygirl. I’m gonna go alittle deeper now, ok?” He asked, and you nodded. Even though he was in rut, he was doing well at restraining himself, but all restraint was slipping away slowly.

You nodded, bitting your bottom lip tightly with your eyes shut. He slowly slide half way into you, and the way you sucked him in was sending him over the edge. He started thrusting into you slowly, growling loudly as he hung his head onto your shoulder. You tapped his shoulder, letting him know that it was too much, but he was already slipping away.

“OKAY, slow down please. I-I need a minute.” You whimpered, trying to pull his face off of your shoulder.

“I-im so sorry!” He moaned, shaking his head before slamming the rest of his cock Into you.

“OHHH SHITTTT!” You whine, trying to climb out of his arms. He squeezed your waist tighter as he rutted into you at a steady pace, yet and still very deep.

“Mhmmm FUCK! You’re so fucking tight!” He growled, biting down on your shoulder. Your eyes widened when you felt small lines of blood trickle down your shoulder.

“P-please!” You whimper, shutting your eyes tightly as his thrusts became slower to accommodate your pain.

“I-I’m t-trying baby, just take it for me.” He moaned breathlessly, holding on to you for dear life. He licked the womb clean, massaging it with his tongue. The pain from him stretching you out slowly subsided. You tried to focus on the feeling of him hitting your spot with every thrust as he slid in and out of you slowly. How warm he was, and how his strong arms wrapped around you. The way he kissed your neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. The way he moaned in your ear at how good you felt sucking him in just right.

“Mmmmm shittt” your voice jumped from each deep thrust, as you threw your head back.

“Does it feel better?” He asked, still sucking the blood from your opened womb. Something about his gentle licks along your sore skin sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t believe that you were enjoying this, and that he got you to open up. You didn’t want him to stop.

“b-bite me!” You moaned, putting your arms up to the heavens to give him easy access. He bent down to your ripped shirt, completely tearing it off to reveal your plump breasts, bouncing up and down from each stroke. He sucked your nipple before moving up, biting your breast hard enough to draw blood.

“Is that what you wanted, babygirl?” He titled his head, bouncing you up and down on him by your waist. Your moans got stuck in your throat from the mix of pain and pleasure. All you could do was nod. He smirked, bending down again to lick the womb clean, massaging around it with his tongue. You watched as the blood dripped down your abdomen, all the way to where you two were connected. You glanced back up at him to see your blood dripping from his lips as he looked at you with heavy, lustful eyes. The image alone sent you over the edge.

“I-I- FUCK!!” Was all you could mutter out before gripping his arms, bowing your head back on the bark behind you. He licked from your breast to your neck, catching all the blood that flowed down.

“You wanna taste it, babygirl?” He growled, making you look him in the eyes. Blood still dripping from him mouth. He looked so seductive in that moment that you just couldn’t help yourself. You wrapped your arms around his head, crashing your lips into his. The kiss was slow and sloppy, and the copper taste consumed you. You bit down on his lip hard, drawing blood as you sucked it up.

“Mhmm yes baby girl! now you’re getting it.” He smiled into the kiss, rutting into you faster. You could feel your orgasm approaching as you dug your nails into his arms, eyes locked with his.

“You gonna cum for me? Hmm?” He asked nodding his head. You nodded yours too, jaw dropped as he smashed into your sweetspot with every thrust.

“I-I’m!!!” you muttered, leaning your head on his shoulder as you clung to him tightly.

“I know, babygirl. I’m gonna give you what you want. He sent you one hard thrust, massaging your sweetspot with his swollen tip. Just like that, you squirted all over his cock as your juices flowed down his legs.

“Oh my fucking god, yesssss!!!” You screamed, convulsing in his arms as tears flowed down your face.

“It’s my turn baby, I’m almost done with you. You’re doing so fucking good for me.” He kissed your blood stained lips before pinning you back to the wall. He shift the bend of your knees to hang over his forearms as he placed his hands on the tree bark behind you. He started thrusting into you hard and fast, watching your face contort in absolute pleasure. The pleasure was beginning to be too much for you to the point where you had double vision , feeling completely lightheaded.

“Im almost there baby, wake up for me!” He shouted, smacking your face lightly to keep you conscious. You were moaning, and mumbling, trying your best to keep your eyes opened.

“I -I can’t…” you mutter breathlessly, head falling to the bark behind you. He bit down on your chest, waking you up alittle bit.

“Yes you can, baby. Just alittle longer. You’re doing so good.” He moaned, licking the blood from the new wound. Your body twitched under his touch, as a single tear ran down your face. Lo’ak felt his stomach twist in pleasure, and he just couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Ohhh fuck, you ready for me to cum in this tight little pussy, babygirl? Huh?” He growled slapping your face once more. You nodded wearily, desperately waiting for him to be done with you. Lo’ak threw his head back in pure bliss, shooting his load deep inside of you.

“Fuck yesss!!!” He whined, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high. You finally fell limp in his arms, snuggling into his chest. The fog of his rut slowly went away, clearing his mind. He looked down at your bruised and bloody body, gasping loudly. He gently laid you on the moss, before hovering over your limp body, slipping in and out of consciousness. He was hesitant to touch you, as he didn’t want to hurt you more than he already did.

“Umm…hello?” He said in shaky breaths, poking at you. Your eyes opened half way, staring at the figure hovering over you.

“Hmm?” You hummed deliriously, trying to get up, but the spikes of pain shot threw your entire body, causing you to wince loudly.

“Woah, woah, lay back.” Lo’ak commanded, pushing you back by your chest lightly. He scanned your body thoroughly, looking at all of the bites and bruises, before looking at your face.

“Hey, I’m gonna get you cleaned up before I take you to the lab. Is it ok if I pick you up?” He asked caressing your hair with a lighthearted smile. You nodded, holding your arms out for him to help you up. He chuckled softly before picking you up by your hips, wrapping them around his waist. You looked into his now, bright yellow eyes, caressing his cheek.

“W-what’s your name?” You asked, playing with his braids, almost fascinated by how beautiful his hair was. He smiled at your wonder-like demeanor.

“Lo’ak. My name is lo’ak. What’s is yours?” He asked, walking in the directing of the River.

“Y/n…” you said,wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He hugged you back tightly, rubbing your back.

“Will I see you again?” You asked, almost devastated that this could be your last encounter with him. He smiled at you, and leaned down to your ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be watching you.”

Not my girl falling in love with that Na’vi 🍆. She is in a full trance now🤦🏾‍♀️, and i low key love that for her🫶🏽. Anywaysss, as always, love y’all to death and I’ll see you soon❤️!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

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Just What I Needed - Chapter 26 (PG-13 version)

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Word Count: 2385

Frank Woods x fem!Bell

Author's note: The smut in this chapter has been edited out. Just a heads up there still is some, I'd say PG-13, making out happening here. If you would like the full version you can find that here.

Frank wouldn’t have said he was expecting it, but when Mila’s lips touched his he kissed her back.  No hesitation on his part. He placed his hand over hers, holding her to his chest. He gently squeezed her hand, encouraging her. But whatever she wanted to do next was up to her. Frank didn’t want to risk pressuring her. Even without the drugs she was still vulnerable. And though his feelings about her were more complicated, he still found Mila attractive. If this was what she wanted he wouldn’t push her away.  

Mila ran her other hand up his chest to settle on his good shoulder. She pressed into it, he realized for balance, as she threw a leg over his, settling over his thighs. Frank placed a hand on her waist to support her as she leaned into him and she kissed him again . 

Frank squeezed her hip and ran circles around her skin with his thumb. He did like the way she kissed him. He wouldn’t have called it a desperate kiss, but there was something behind it, a hunger, a wanting. Wanting him? He could indulge in that thought, but it was more than that. A desire for a deeper human connection. To feel good for once after so much bad.

Frank allowed his hands to run up her back, under her shirt - his shirt- his fingers just brushing the rivers of scars that spread across her skin. She hadn’t exactly hidden them from him last time they were together, but he only saw them the morning after, when her back was turned to him as she lay sleeping. At the time, he wondered how she had got them. But even she hadn’t known then.

What story she would have told him if he had asked?

Had Adler put something in her head to explain them away? Then again had Adler expected anything to happen between her and another member of the team? It didn’t seem like it.

Would she have been confused? Said something that might have set alarm bells off in his brain that would have saved her? He thought about it often enough. It didn’t make sense to blame himself for what happened, but he was right there and he didn’t even notice that she was in trouble. 

Mila’s tongue pushed past his lips knocking the thoughts right out of his head. His hands were still under her shirt -his shirt- and he had to resist the urge to lift it off her entirely.

She was calling the shots remember? 

Frank slid his hands down her body and over her thighs, then back up again to settle over her ass. Her skin was so soft, it felt good under his rough hands. Hard to believe after months of hell that her skin could still feel like this. No matter what he did his own remained calloused and dry. 

Mila made a little sound as he gave her ass a squeeze and tangled his fingers in her underwear. He felt anticipation build in the pit of his stomach as he waited to see what she would do next. Maybe she just wanted to kiss. Make out with him- no someone. 

Kissing like this was underrated. He could stand to be patient and take it slow. 

But she pressed her hips into him. And she pulled out of the kiss, leaning back and pinching the bottom of her shirt - his shirt- and in an instant it was off. It landed somewhere on the floor, he didn’t see where. Didn’t care. 

Frank awoke with the strong feeling that something was off. His hazy brain still wrestling with the idea that he had even fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was wrapping his arms around Mila and then-

How long had he been asleep? 

And then the cold realization settled in that Mila wasn’t there. He felt her absence before he turned to look. She had pulled the sheet back up, if it wasn’t for the floral scent of her shampoo lingering on the pillow it would have been like she had never been there. 

Frank told himself that maybe she just went to the bathroom or to have a smoke. But he didn’t smell a cigarette, didn’t hear the sounds of the streets below like he usually would when she propped up a window to smoke. The apartment had fallen into an unsettling quiet. He knew she was there, at least. There was nowhere for her to go. 

And as the minutes ticked by he knew it was too long for her to just be using the bathroom. Frank wondered how long she had waited to go to her own bed after he had fallen asleep.  Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to hold her. It could have been too much too fast. Overwhelming. 

Mila had gone so long without normal human interaction. And who knows what they had really done to her, what even Adler had really done to her. Almost every person she had come into contact with over the past year had caused her some kind of pain. Or tried to kill her. He of all people knew how it could be to spend so long in a state where almost every human interaction ended in suffering. Where torture was the name of the game. And to come back to the world where even a simple touch felt like fire on the skin at first because you no longer knew the difference. 

Frank remembered how difficult it was to even take so much as the soft cool hands of a nurse at the hospital, forget about anything more intimate. It was what drove him to leave in the middle of the night after his first hookup when he got out of the hospital. A dick move, he knew, but he couldn’t stand the idea of cuddling in bed. Nor having someone see him shirtless in the light of day covered in healing wounds and soon-to-be scars. Of waking up and having coffee, making idle chatter before making excuses to leave because he has such a busy day ahead.  

Why had he thought Mila would be any different? 

She wasn’t exactly the warm-and-fuzzy type. Frank hated to admit it but it hurt, just a little. He rolled over, turning his back to her side of the bed once again.

Her side?  

She didn’t have a side in this bed. They didn’t share it. She had her own bed. And she was using it. Of course, Mila liked the little independence she could get.

Hadn’t he already figured that out? 

Frank resolved to go back to sleep, but of course it wouldn’t come. It shouldn’t bother him so much, it’s not like he hadn’t had something casual before. But it still nagged at him. And then he had a thought that made him sit up in bed. 

Had he hurt her?

He slipped out of bed, pausing when his feet hit the floor. 

Had he gotten it wrong? Misread her somehow?

He thought about the way she smiled. How those huge brown eyes pleading with him when she told him she wanted him. 

Had he missed something?

And if she was angry shouldn’t he leave her alone? Give her space?

But even as he thought this he found himself rising and heading for the door. He never would have intentionally hurt her. 

But what if she didn’t see it that way? Everyone else is out to get her why should Frank be any different? Just using her.

He paused again, in the living room this time, hoping that’s not what she thought. That he was overthinking. But then found himself standing in front of her door. A strip of light illuminated the crack under her bedroom door. Frank raised his fist to knock, but again stopped short. He felt torn. 

Was this just something he was doing to make himself feel better or was it genuine worry for her? Why was he doubting himself so much? 

Through the door he thought he heard a sob and it tugged at his heart. And then he knew it was for her. If she was angry with him he resolved himself to just own up to it.  If she was anyone else he could feel comfortable letting her have her space. But given everything that had happened to her he just needed to know she was ok. If she didn’t want him there she could throw a book at him. He tapped gently on the door. After a moment without  response he carefully nudged it open. 

He followed a streak of light cast across the floor to the ajar bathroom door. He heard her sniffle softly.

She really was crying.

Fuck. He was such an idiot. He shouldn’t have let things go so far. And now she was upset. 

He shook the thoughts from his mind and stepped forward. As he breached the entryway of the bathroom he saw her sitting on the edge of the tub. She was wearing his shirt and crying into a wad of toilet paper.

“Mila?” He said gently, knocking on the doorframe as he spoke. 

She started, then turned, eyes rimmed with red. 

“Shit,” He said. Frank moved forward, then fought the impulse, stopping halfway in the bathroom with his arms out as if to reach for her.

She turned away from him then and ducked her head so her hair covered her face. It seemed to him more like she was embarrassed than angry. But maybe that was wishful thinking.

“Are you-” He took a step forward, hands still out as if to catch her- “you ok?”

A stupid and useless question. It was obvious she wasn’t. 

Sobbing in the bathroom. Sobbing in the bathroom after their night together. He was sure she’d be asking him if she could go back to live at the Safehouse next.

Mila shook her head. He could hear it now, her starting to speak then clamming up.  Then she just shook her head again.

“Mila-” He started again. “I’m-” 

Frank stopped. 

He’s what?  

He doesn’t even know what’s wrong. 

“I didn’t-” He took in a breath as he began again- “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It was a hard question to ask. But at least she didn’t make him wait long for a response.

“What?” She asked, sounding confused. Mila sniffed loudly and turned to look at him again. Wet tears just brimming her eyes caught the light of the bathroom making them look even bigger. And there it was again, like something was tugging at his chest. She looked away and sniffed again, rubbing her red nose with a fraying wad of toilet paper.   

“No, of course not,” She said with a tone of disbelief. Relief washed through him and he immediately felt bad about it. Mila was still crying. 

“Then what- why are you crying?” Frank asked with too much intensity. 

At least he could offer some comfort to her. Frank grabbed the roll of toilet paper off its holder and sat next to her on the edge of the tub. 

She drew in a snotty breath. And she looked around, almost, bewildered. Unsure what to do with herself. He grabbed another handful of toilet paper for her and handed it to her. She promptly blew her nose. 

“Mila,” He said, trying to coax it out of her. 

She glanced up at him and looked as if she was going to say something.

Then she looked away, doubled over, and wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. 

“I had a nightmare,” She said finally. 

A nightmare. Of course.  Letting go of control over your body will do that. Letting yourself relax for one moment and it’s like your mind is working against you again. 

“You could have woken me up.”

“I didn’t want you to know. That doesn’t sound good, does it? A nightmare… after…?” She looked up at him, something in her eyes was begging for understanding. So she wouldn’t have to explain it. He could understand that too. Worried that he’d be offended, that he’d reject her.

“I know the feeling,” He said softly. Frank reached out to her, to let her settle into him if she wanted. He could take the rejection if she didn’t want it, but he needed her to know that he was going to be there. 

“Come on, my ego’s not so big I’m gonna take that personally,” He said, with a little laugh. She smirked and an amused hum escaped her lips. 

“Come on, Mila,” He coaxed her again. She took in a ragged breath and scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her body was ice cold against his. 

“You’re all right,” He said stroking her hair. 

They settled into bed again. Frank hadn’t asked her about the nightmare and she hadn’t volunteered. If she wanted to tell him she would, but he did remind her if she had another one to just wake him up. 

Frank lay on his back. Even though it hadn’t been the reason for her crying, he thought it would be best to give her a little space. But to his surprise, Mila wrapped an arm around him and rested her head on his chest. She was still freezing cold so he reached down and yanked the sheets up around her, then he rested his hand on her shoulder. At this, she snuggled up closer to him. Mila rubbed her feet against his and he sucked in a breath at the shock of cold.  But all the same, Frank had to admit it was nice. Intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept so comfortably next to someone like this. Soon her breathing softened, and she slipped into sleep quickly.  He felt a warmth in his chest blossoming just under where her head lay. Mila trusted him.

For a moment he allowed himself to think he could get used to this, but he quickly let the thought slip from his mind. Things were too complicated for that. He didn’t know what it meant to her. Probably nothing. She was just blowing off steam and he was just the guy who was there. Convenient. 

Yeah, that’s what he’d tell himself. 

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Sundress [18+]

Warnings: Language, smut, public sex, im sure there's more I just can't remember.

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Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: This has been buried for like a year and I am kinda sorry? I have no idea why I never posted it, so here you go!

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Kyojuro watched your form as you soaked in the sun, the two of you were having a picnic in a secluded area of your favorite park with the wind blowing by. You were standing by the ends of the pond holding your sunhat on your head with your bright yellow sundress flowing in the wind. 

Of all things, why did you have to wear the damn sundress?

Every time the breeze passed, Kyojuro would tilt his head to try and catch a glimpse of your plush thighs but each time you would hold the skirt of your dress down and enjoy the view before you. 

Sensing a pair of eyes on you, you turned to see Kyojuro watching you intently. He was leaning back on his elbows, with his ankles crossed in front of him. His bright hair was blowing in the wind, his vivid eyes meeting yours as he beckoned you closer. 

Smiling at his gesture, you promptly turned and made your way over to your lover. You watched him as you approached, and noticed the way his eyes raked over your body, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew what this dress did to him, and that’s the exact reason you wore it. Kyojuro had impeccable patience until it came to you when you teased him with little touches here and there, followed by kisses that lasted just long enough that had him whining when you pulled away. The sundress was the final touch to really try his patience. 

Once you were close enough, Kyojuro took your waist and pulled you down to straddle his lap. His thumbs brushed over your hip as he pecked your lips. 

“Enjoying our lunch out, beautiful?”

“I love it, thank you for bringing me.” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Anything for you, Y/N.” 

“You,” you pointed at his chest. “Are incredibly cheesy.” 

“And you,” he pulled your hips against his, making you gasp at the sudden contact. “Are such a tease it’s not fair.” 

Pulling at the hem of your dress, Kyojuro slowly slid his hand up your thigh underneath your dress. “You know exactly what this dress does to me,” 

Pouting your lips just enough, you batted your eyes. “I have no idea what you are talking about Kyo,” 

Raising a brow, Kyojuro slid his hand higher before being met with the fact you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. 

A low growl rumbled in his chest as you pressed yourself against his chest, the lack of bra was obvious as the top of your dress clung to your chest. Unable to take it anymore, Kyojuro crashed his lips onto yours earning a satisfying sound from you. 

His hands came up to cup your bare ass, massaging it with his fingers as he lay claim to your mouth.

“You are making it really hard not to rip this dress off and fuck you right here,” he muttered against your lips. 

Your hands made their way into his hair, pulling at the strands to tilt his head up towards you more. 

“Do it then, fuck me.” You breathed. 

It was like a fire lit inside him, what were once gentle touches were now rough as he manhandled you onto your back and worked on getting his pants below his waist. Taking your hands in his, Kyojuro held them above your head as he bunched your dress at your hips. 

“Look at you, all wet for me.” he hummed, swiping his fingers through your folds. “Is this what you wanted? For me to take you in the middle of this field?” 

His domineering attitude left you speechless, unable to say anything only nodding at his words. 

Leaning down, his lips connected to yours in a passionate kiss. His grip stayed on your wrists while his other hand slowly worked you open as he swallowed each little sound you made. 

Feeling his fingers brush a spot inside you, had your back arching into him with a cry of his name. “Kyo–Kyo! Please!” 

Hushing you with a kiss, you were met with his warm smile, with something lingering behind his eyes. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of you. Have to get you ready for me.” 

Scrunching your eyes shut, you nodded. His fingers felt heavenly, the way they brushed all the right spots as they slowly stretched you open. Your needy whines rose in frequency and volume, telling him how close you were. 

Digging your nails into his muscled back, you tipped your head and moaned his name as you gushed over his fingers. Kyojuro continued to thrust his fingers, groaning at the feeling of your walls fluttering around them. 

Feeling you come down, he pressed soft kisses to your head and hummed. “You did so good, baby, you ready for me?” 

Taking your hips in his hands, Kyo pulled you closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hovering over you, Kyojuro lined his cock up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. 

The stretch felt good, filling you with his thick cock. You tipped your head back, moaning at the feeling. The sensation of your walls being stretched to take him, almost too much as Kyojuro hissed at the sudden warmth.

Letting out quiet curses, Kyo buried his face in your neck as he continued to thrust deeper within you until he was buried to the hilt pressing kisses to the skin. 

Pausing for a moment, Kyo cupped your face and made you look at him. 

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you,” he said, his intense gaze not leaving yours. 

His eyes were like fire, with the passion burning bright behind them. They put you into a trance, keeping your eyes on his as he began to move his hips more. 

“Oh fuck–” you gasped, digging your nails into his back. “Kyo–more!” 

Letting out a low chuckle, Kyojuro watched your face contort as he picked up the pace and kept going making sure he hit the deepest parts of your cunt. 

“Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well.” 

A whine escaped you, nodding as you kept your eyes on his. The thrill of fucking outside in the open makes you hesitant yet eager to please your lover.

“Gonna fill you so full with my cum, you’d like that yeah?” 

“F–Fuck, please–” you gasped, unable to say much else from the feeling of Kyojuro splitting you open on his cock, quick pants falling from your lips as he picked up the pace. 

Feeling the intensity of his eyes on you only made the moment more intimate as he continued working you to your peak, using your whines and moans as motivation to keep going. 

Your grip on him tightened as you cried out his name, coating his cock in your slick. Feeling your walls tighten around him, Kyo moaned lowly before he thrusted a few more times, filling you with his hot seed. 

Panting heavily, you closed your eyes and laid back on the blanket before a heavy weight dropped onto your chest. 

Opening your eyes with a grunt, you looked to see Kyo had made himself comfortable with a smile on his face. 

“I love you so much,” he smiled. 

Brushing his bangs out of his face, you smiled back. “I love you too.”

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Micro idea/prompt: Ken Lemmons confesses his feelings for Curt Biddick to the Buckies, and his fear of being inadequate in bed since he's only been with a couple of people and he himself is only a teenager.

They agree to *ahem* teach him, but they also find his fumbling touches endearing, and he turns out to be really good at some specific things

This “cute unedited ficlet” turned out significantly longer and a smidge raunchier than I meant it to😅 I hope this fits your vision though! I also combined some previous asks that I’ll link to later when I eventually put this up on AO3! Thank you for the brain rot 🥰

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Hair Pulling, Light Spanking, Praise Kink, Cuck Bucky (Kind of but Maybe Not Really?), Ken/Buck/Bucky

“How do you like to get fingered?”

A not so innocent question, but entirely earnest and genuine. Ken had almost felt a little guilty when he watched Buck choke on his powdered eggs at the question.

Maybe asking it in the crowded officer’s mess where dozens of other men could hear wasn’t the best idea. Ken wasn’t deterred though. He refused to feel any type of shame about trying to learn how to please an omega. Especially when the omega that would be on the receiving end of such information was Curtis Biddick.

Ken had taken longer than he would have liked to admit to his feelings for the handsome pilot, 7 years his senior. Curt’s pursuit of him had been relentless though and was eventually enough to convince Ken that it was okay to be stupid in love with the older omega.

It still didn’t solve Ken’s problem of being an inexperienced 19 year old alpha. He was no blushing virgin, but he had nothing to on Curt’s 26 years of raunchy stories of passionate, rough, wild sex.

This was the love of Ken’s life, his future mate. He just wanted to make sure he was enough for Curt.

Which brought Ken to where he was now.

In a king sized hotel bed with Buck and Bucky as Buck rode Bucky like a bull. Tears streamed down Buck’s face while Bucky used the leverage of his feet being planted on the bed to meet every roll of Buck’s hips with a thrust of his own.

Buck was wailing every time Bucky’s hip met his ass. Bucky was grunting and whimpering with each snap of his hips.

Ken was unbearably turned on.

He had never realized that two people could fuck like feral animals and still be making love. It was rough, wild, passionate. Everything Curt banged on about at nights at the pub and O-club.

However, the absolute love and devotion Buck and Bucky had for each other was evident. The way they clearly trusted each other with every fiber of their beings, the smitteness that sparked in their eyes every time their gazes connected.

This hadn’t been what he intended to happen when he’d marched into the officer’s mess and asked Buck about being fingered. It didn’t come close to what he had imagined would happen when Buck and Bucky dragged him outside and asked: “What the hell, Lemmons?”

After stuttering out his embarrassed admission that he felt inadequate and unprepared to bed Curt, Ken did not expect this when they had offered to teach him, mirth dancing across their faces. He had expected a lecture of sorts, maybe even some lewd drawings from Bucky. Ken had shown up at the hotel room door with a notebook.

Ken had not been prepared for this.

His fingers were still sticky with Buck’s slick after Bucky had demonstrated then coached him through exactly how to finger an omega. His tongue was still ripe with the taste of Buck’s pussy.

While he hadn’t been able to make Buck come with his mouth like Bucky had, or like Ken had with his ‘clever, talented’ fingers, Ken would never forget the experience. Buck’s raspy, honeyed voice crooning about how precious and eager he was. Bucky’s nasally but fond tone as he pet through Ken’s curls and told him how cute he was.

Ken would forever melt when he remembered them praising how good he was doing despite him fumbling around like a nervous virgin.

“No!” Buck cried out, yanking Ken out of his aroused musings.

Bucky had pulled out and was rolling Buck over onto his back.

“It’s okay,” Bucky soothed, a low purr accenting his words. He brushed Buck’s sweaty hair back as he settled between his legs and started to jerk off over Buck’s prone form. “Kenny’s gonna take care of yah. Ain’t that right, Lemmons?”

A roguish smile and wink were tossed Ken’s way before Bucky’s focus went solely back to Buck.

“Now, you saw how we found a rhythm and I was still giving it to him even though Buck here was in charge?” Ken nodded, lips parted in awe as Bucky leaned down enough to wrap Buck’s dick in his fist alongside his own to Buck’s apparent delight. “Soldier?”

Ken had forgotten to verbally answer but the barked check in had him snapping to attention.

“Yes sir,” Ken answered, voice thick with arousal as he watched Buck writhe against the sheets while Bucky shuddered between his legs. The sound of Bucky working their cocks together was slick and loud.

“That’s what you wanna do when you’ve got incredible omegas like Buck and Curt,” Bucky explained, voice growing ragged. “They’ll show you what they need if you just pay attention.”

“Yes sir,” Ken agreed easily.

“We’ll always let them lead unless they ask otherwise. It’s ‘cause we love ‘em, right?” Bucky panted, the flex of his bicep was frantic. “Because they can take care of themselves, but they trust us to help them.”

Buck’s keen cut off any response Ken might have had. He watched, mouth filing with saliva as Buck’s knees snapped tight around Bucky’s hips, his head tossing back against the pillow as he came for the fourth time that evening. His rich honey scent spiked, flooding the air and making Ken’s knot ache.

Apparently, it had Bucky feeling just as turned on because he made a concerning choking noise, his muscles tensing impossibly tight. Ken’s worry was cut short as Bucky’s warm whiskey scent peaked and intertwined with Buck’s to create a smell that was both mouth watering and comforting all wrapped into one.

He saw Buck reach down between them. Bucky hissed and used the hand not already between them to pin Buck’s before leaning down and whispering to him between sweet kisses.

“Promise I’ll knot you real good later, doll.” Ken felt like he was intruding on a private moment. It was silly, he’d just watched them fuck, had participated in the foreplay, but this felt like a line. “Kenny’s gonna take care of you. He already had you squealing with his fingers and he’s so sweet and eager. You’ll love it, Gale.”

Ken flushed as Bucky rolled to the side, fist wrapped tight around his knot. He wasn’t sure if he could do this anymore.

He loved Curt with his entire being. Wanted to be the best alpha he could possibly be for him. This was a commanding officer though and said commanding officer was another commanding officer’s mate.

“Don’t got all day Lemmons,” Buck drawled drily, still a little breathless.

Bucky grinned, petting his free hand over over Buck’s sweaty hair once again. Ken swallowed thickly.

He cautiously made his way back in between Buck’s legs. His knot throbbed as his gaze landed on Buck’s come covered dick and belly. Still feeling like he was overstepping by looking, Ken shifted his gaze up to Buck’s face.

It somehow felt even more covetous.

His bite swollen lips, flushed pink cheeks, and wide sky blue eyes nearly overtaken by pupils left Ken dizzy.

“C’mon Lemmons,” Bucky encouraged next to them. “Got him all warmed up for yah and you’ve got everything you need right here.”

A knobby knuckle knocked against his forehead softly and Ken could only nod in answer.

He grabbed a hold of the base of his cock and guided the head of it towards Buck’s entrance. Buck twitched and Ken’s breath stuttered as he watched Buck’s hole clench and relax.

Ken’s eyes darted to Buck’s face worriedly and he received a warm, encouraging smile in return. Buck cupped is cheek gently, his calloused thumb stroking over it.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” Buck commanded softly.

Ken was helpless but to obey such a direct order.

Slipping inside slow and gentle, Ken burned at Buck’s sharp inhale as he filled him. He was well aware that he wasn’t as big as Bucky, but it fueled his alpha fire to have an omega react like that to his cock.

“That’s it,” Bucky commended him, slapping the back of his shoulder playfully. “Now, let’s see if you can make him scream again or maybe even cry this time.”

Ken still didn’t have high hopes, even with the half dry tear tracks streaking down Buck’s cheeks. He was eager to try though. He gave a few experimental rolls of his hips, trying to find the right angle before trying to attempt the rough, wild pace he’d just seen Buck and Bucky accomplish together.

Bucky was so patient and quiet, letting out only the occasional pleased hum. It was sweet, Ken kind of wanted to cry himself.

“Remember how you crooked your fing-”

Buck gasped up at Ken when he followed Bucky’s reminder with his hips. Bingo.

He picked up the pace a bit, going a bit harder and faster. Ken wasn’t sure how he was supposed to treat Buck rougher than this though. He didn’t want to hurt him.

“You can go harder than that,” Buck told him, hand sweeping down to cradle Ken’s nape.

Ken bit his lip worriedly. He’d seen Bucky treat Buck much rougher than this, but they were mates. Ken would rather die than cause Buck pain. Or worse, Curt.

“They’re tough, Lemmons,” Bucky reminded him.

Which was so unbearably true, Ken was almost embarrassed by how much he had fretted. All of the omegas he knew were some of the toughest people he had ever encountered. Especially Buck and Curt.

Hell, Curt wouldn’t shut up about passionate and rough he liked it if you got him drunk enough.

With that in mind, Ken picked up the rhythm of his hips until he was fucking into Buck hard and determined like he was working on a particularly difficult engine. Buck seemed to appreciate it if the way he fought the fluttering of his lashes was any indication.

“Atta boy,” Bucky crowed, ruffling Ken’s curls.

It was probably weird to not feel threatened by another alpha touching him during sex. Ken couldn’t focus on that though.

His attention was dedicated to the way Buck’s pussy spasmed around his cock. He was enraptured by the little moans getting caught in Buck’s throat. Ken was consumed by the fire burning through his veins.

“Now, pull on his hair,” Bucky ordered.

Ken did not hesitate.

Buck keened, back arching as Ken yanked on the soft, spun gold hair. It had him snapping tight around Ken’s cock and he struggled to find oxygen for a few beats.

“S’good,” Buck groaned throatily when Ken did it again. “You’re so good Kenny.”

The fire in Ken’s belly flared at the praise. He planted his other hand in the pillow next to Buck’s face to give himself more leverage and really put his back into it. Buck moaned, shocked and delighted, his breath picking up considerably as he dropped his hand from Ken’s neck and flung it towards Bucky.

“There you go,” Bucky encouraged. “Feel how much wetter he got for you?”

He had. Ken could also smell Buck’s scent sweetening and took his eyes off of Buck’s Adonis face to see his cock thickening between their stomachs.

“Tell him how pretty he is,” Bucky ordered as he shifted on the bed next to them.

“Pr-prettiest man I-I ev-ver sssaw,” Ken mumbled breathlessly.

Ken had to be in shape to keep up and work on the big birds but fucking The Gale “Buck” Cleven was a sport in and of itself.

He hard Bucky huff a laugh at his stumbling complement before the older alpha was leaning in to steal a quick kiss from Buck. Ken’s chest ached as he watched Buck lift his head to follow Bucky’s mouth and Bucky smacked an indulgent kiss, that was mostly a grin, to Buck’s mouth.

“Hear that, doll? Lemmons thinks your prettier than Curt.” Ken rankled at the insinuation, hips reflexively snapping into Buck so hard it forced a wail out of him. He only realized he’d fallen for a trap when Bucky smirked devilishly at him. “Tell him how nice his tits are. How tight his pussy is.”

Buck groaned, shaking his head and Ken wasn’t surprised when Buck lifted his and Bucky’s conjoined hands up to his face to bury his nose against Bucky’s worst. An order was an order though.

“P-pussy’s ssso t-tight-t, feel lik-ke I c-can’t-t breathe,” Ken admitted haltingly, a little too honestly, steering clear on commenting on Buck’s chest.

It somehow felt like a step too far.

His efforts were rewarded with Buck letting out a guttural moan, knees clenching around Ken’s waist. Ken couldn’t help his appreciative whimper. He had been inside omegas before, but it had never been like this.

“Good boy, Kenny,” Bucky praised, town full of delight.

The Major’s were certifiable.

“Use your grip on his hair to start pulling him back into your thrusts,” Bucky commanded, brushing Buck’s sweaty hair back from his face.

Buck’s mouth dropped open around a wild keen, neck straining as he tossed his head back when Ken complied. He watched Buck’s lips split into what could only be described as a feral grin. Ken was not prepared for Buck to screw up purposefully tight around him like that and nearly popped his knot right then.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” Bucky crooned. Ken wasn’t sure if Bucky was talking to him or Buck, but they both gave answering moans, confirming just how much they loved it. “Now, slap his ass.”

Ken paused for a moment before releasing his grip form the pillow and bringing his hand down against Buck’s ass.

“Harder,” Buck demanded through gritted teeth.

Complying immediately, fire blazed through Ken at the way Buck’s lashes fluttered. How his honey scent sweetened even more.

“Know for a fact that Curt likes it harder than that, Lemmons,” Bucky goaded.

Ken brought his hand down so hard on the next slap that reverberation of it rang in his ears like a bell. He couldn’t hear Buck’s answering whine over his desperate whimpers. It was all starting to become a little too overwhelming. The fire in his veins was going to consume him.

“Can you tell how close he is?” Bucky’s question was whispered, almost reverent. Nodding, Ken took note of just how flushed Buck’s neck and chest had gotten, how his honey scent had crested and seemed to blanket all three of them. “Touch his dick.”

With that final order, Bucky pulled Buck into a filthy kiss. Buck moaned helplessly into it as Bucky fucked his tongue into his mouth in time with the rhythm of Ken’s hips and his fist around Buck’s cock. It had Buck snapping so tight around him, Ken forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“Don’t knot,” Bucky reminded him before licking back into Buck’s mouth.

Buck groaned, back arching impossibly as he screwed up so tight around Ken the fire inside of him caught. A sudden liquid warmth coated Ken’s hand and just as he felt the roaring of the fire peak, he pulled out and used that same hand to wrap around his popping knot.

He watched in awe as come spilled all over Buck’s pussy and softening cock, mixing with the spend that was already there. Ken’s ripe fig scent mixed intoxicatingly with the Majors’ honey whiskey notes. Ken wanted to feel embarrassed by how pitchy his whimpers went as he felt like he burned alive.

Collapsing on top of Buck, Ken allowed himself to be maneuvered to the side. A strong hand cradled the back of his head, pushing his face against Buck’s chest until the roar of the fire in his ears dampened enough to hear a comforting coo vibrating under his cheek.

Never, in a million years, did Ken think Buck would be the type to give in to such an omega instinct. He felt so overwhelmed in that moment thought that he was nothing but grateful for it.

“Well done, Kenny,” Bucky crowed, slapping Ken’s shoulder gently.

“Such a good boy,” Buck agreed, his fingers carding through Ken’s hair.

Ken couldn’t help but to preen.

“You fuck Curt like that,” Bucky mused. “I bet he’ll be begging for you to mate him the first time.”

Bucky was entirely correct.

Ken, of course, complied.

Afterwards, when Curt and Ken were basking in the afterglow, Curt swore when Ken fucked him he had:

“Heard angels singing.”

[highwayorgantrade]

Baptized By Fire (I)

Pairing: Ghost x (F)Reader

Request: Nope :)

Story Summary: Reader loses themselves to the mission - Ghost brings them back.

Chapter Summary: On your first specialized mission with Ghost and Soap, you were praying for everything to go right. Whether the idea was a sick joke or naivety, you did what you had to do to survive. Unfortunately, all actions have consequences.

Word Count: 2.8k

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Author's Note: Reader's callsign is Corpse! I got the idea for this fic by some ad I saw with these really cool titanium fangs, so I saw that and I was like yo lemme steal that rq so yeah I imagine reader having those but I don't really think it's necessary to the story! This is gonna be my first multi-chapter thing so I hope I can get everyone hooked bc LORRRDDDD the amount of stuff I have planned for this!

"When did intel say this guy was going to show up?" Soap grunted next to you, his rough voice teetering on the edge of being whiny. You knew the answer, everyone did. Three hours ago, a truck loaded with international weapons smugglers should have pulled outside of the house that you were sheltered in. The town had seen its last inhabitant months ago, right when this group began using it as a trading post. You were supposed to be in exfil by... Now, actually.

Ghost had parked himself in a barely-lit corner of the room, leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. You wondered, every so often, if he was actually asleep, but when he ran through the motions of checking his gun, you were reminded of exactly who he was. Ghost would never fall asleep on a mission, no matter how late it was running.

"I'm going up to the second floor." You finally sighed. "Gonna see if I can scope anything out." You used to opportunity to stretch your legs - you had stayed crouched for so long, and the cold simply was not helping. And the longer you were in the presence of Ghost, the more your mind ran wild, and the overwhelming desire to impress him got worse and worse as time went on. Soap said nothing, and Ghost simply nodded at you.

Well, good enough.

The stairs were old, and it felt like they were screaming your presence when they creaked under your footsteps. As you walked past, the memories that this house once held were clear at every footstep. Picture frames of the family, forgotten behind, had dust collecting on the frames, and various pieces of artwork littered the walls, varying from classic Kahlo to children's messy fingerpainting. You pushed the door to each room open, trying to buy time by yourself. Each room was more or less the same - dresser, bed, window. Maybe a tapestry here and there.

You kneeled in front of a large, busted out window at the end of the hall, pulling binoculars out of your bag, and settling in. You held the binoculars up and sighed. Still the same landscape you've been staring at for the past three hours. The same faded market signs, dead outdoor plants and... Different SUV. You don't remember that being there, parked in an alleyway between two businesses. The windows were tinted dark, almost completely blacked out, so the hope of seeing anything inside was dashed.

The low, hushed voices of Soap and Ghost downstairs met your ears. You should tell them about the car. See something, say something, right? Part of you slightly resented the connection they had, but they've been working together for years. Countless missions and days together. These were your early days in Task Force 141, and this was your third mission with them. First mission using a specialized group like this, which is exactly why is was extra important that you didn't fuck up.

An uneasy feeling locked in your chest, and you stood, electing to rejoin the two of them. You shouldn't be alone, especially if a fight was about to break out.

"Contact!" Ghost's rough voice cut through the quiet, and almost as if on cue, a pair of gloved hands wrapped around your mouth and torso, setting off every single danger alarm your body had. Your vision darkened from the panic, and your desperate attempt to free yourself was going mostly unnoticed. The small point of pressure in your back told you that the barrel of a gun was pressed into your spine.

"Stop fucking fighting. They're not coming for you." A low, vaguely Eastern European voice growled into your ear before pulling you back into a random room. It was familiar, one of the parent's rooms, you'd assumed.

How did they get in? How the fuck did they get in without you noticing?

The window. The busted out windows in every room of the house. They came around the back entrance, and Ghost and Soap are about to be ambushed. Your eyes widened at the realization, and the man in front you smiled. Your target. This was him. Along with three other men, your outlook did not look good.

Panic clawed its way into your throat, but nonetheless, you made an effort to keep your face as stoic as possible. Your target leaned against the now-shut door of the room, and the sound of gunshots was echoing throughout the house.

"You are the one they call Corpse?" He looked you up and down, and gestured to one of his men. "Take her gun. And the knife. Scream, and I'll kill you and your friends." They followed his direction immediately, and the hand that was once around your mouth was removed. "Do you understand the situation you're in?" He was speaking to you like you were a child, and anger licked at your chest. Yes, obviously you understood the situation. You were trapped, with no chance of fighting, no weapons, and no way to communicate. You felt like a cornered dog, surrounded by people you know would kill you in a heartbeat.

You simply nodded, your teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek so hard, the metallic taste of blood was leaking into your throat.

Your target walked around the room, almost casually, and he smiled at the floor.

"There is a way for you to walk out of this alive, you know." He stopped, his back to the window. "Your force is rather... Mysterious. You come with us, and answer my questions. Any question I have, willingly. You'll be answering either way. The only question is how I'll be able to get you there." He smiled at you, like you two were having a pleasant conversation about world affairs.

The memory of Ghost's voice echoed in your head. "Don't let anyone take you to a second location. No matter what they are promising, they will kill you."

They will kill you. They want to kill you. They will hurt you. They will hurt Ghost and Soap, and who knows who else. You felt like a cornered animal, and all you could hear were gunshots and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. You spoke for the first time in a while, and your own voice was unrecognizable to you.

"Fine."

And with that, your vision went black.

"See any more?" Soap's ragged breathing cut through his words, and Ghost's eyes were still trained on the street. Enemy bodies littered the world outside, and his vision was still adjusting to the world outside the scope of his rifle.

"No movement." Ghost finally put his weapon down, slightly grateful that the mission was over so they could all finally go back to base.

"Would've been easier with some fuckin' help." Soap grumbled, and cast a glance up at the stairs where he last saw your retreating back. Ghost didn't take a second thought about you going to scope out the landscape, he knew you were nervous around him, and in his chest, he felt a pang of regret. He could've been nicer to you, talked to you a little bit more, but he simply had no idea how to navigate his feelings around you. You simply showed up to base one day, and that was that for him. At first, he thought you were... Slightly aggravating. How easily you became friends with the Task Force, the sunshine that radiated out of you... He figured that you must not have seen that much war if you were still that damn happy.

It was difficult for Ghost to accept that he was wrong about your skills. At the firing range, in hand to hand combat, in everything, you were just ever-so-slightly better than him, and he tried to let some of his feelings known through the small things, like allowing you to enter a room before him, or simply sitting next to you during debriefings.

A resounding thud pulled him out of his thoughts, and immediately, his head whipped toward the direction, his heart sinking in his chest.

"Corpse, status!" Soap shouted, and his command was only met with silence. Before Ghost could think, he was on his feet and creeping up the stairs silently, his weapon at the ready. Soap followed closely behind, knowing that if Ghost was doing this, it was for damn good reason. A noise echoed through the house, and out onto the street, and both men stopped dead in their tracks. A scream, so guttural, animalistic, and angry pierced the air, and it chilled Ghost to the bone. He had heard a lot of noises during war, but none he heard were like this.

Of all the doors in that hallway, only one was closed, and Ghost nodded toward it. Soap and him stood on opposite sides of the door, and Ghost's heartbeat was racing as he thought about what could be on the other side of this door. You could be injured, dead, or worst of all, gone altogether. The door creaked open, and the sight that lay in front of them caused Soap and Ghost to freeze.

You were standing over four dead bodies, carnage spread around the room. Your uniform was covered in blood, and your hands and face had the same fate. Blood dripped from your chin, and your teeth were bared, a low noise emitting from your mouth as your chest rose and fell rapidly. The one fact they couldn't ignore: Every single body in that room had their throats shredded into oblivion.

"Corpse?" Soap spoke softly, the horror in his voice being poorly masked, but Ghost couldn't take his eyes off you. You were shaking, and the usual light that was in your eyes was gone, replaced by brutality and viciousness. Ghost handed his gun to Soap, wanting it clear out of the way if you decided to attack him as well. He stepped forward, the bottom of his boots leaving bloody footprints on the way to you. His grip on your chin forced you to look at him.

"Corpse, snap to. Come back, soldier."

"Corpse, snap to. Come back, soldier." Ghost's voice was the only clear thing in your mind, and you felt like you had just woken up from a very long nap. Your mind was hazy, and you focused on Ghost's eyes searching yours for any hint of remaining humanity. The last thing you remember: The target advancing toward you with a knife. That was it.

"Ghost, I- The target-" Your voice shook, and you finally took note of your surroundings. The target in question was long dead, sat against his wall, and his neck- "Oh, my God." As soon as your eyes set on the carnage in the room, Ghost wrapped his hand around your arm and began pulling you.

"No, don't look. Don't look." His hand came around your eyes, so the only think you could see was a slight hint of the blood-stained floor. Soap said nothing as Ghost led you out of the room, down the stairs, and into the freezing air. When you were outside, Ghost unclipped your helmet, and Soap rounded the corner.

"What the fuck was that massacre, Corpse?"

You wracked your brain for a good explanation, a hint of any memory that would allow you to explain something that you simply cannot remember, and you came up dead empty.

"I- I don't know, I can't remember." Your voice was small, almost lost to the wind blowing through the town. You had never seen Soap upset, and his response certainly wasn't helping your confusion.

"You don't know?" He looked at you incredulously. "You don't know how you... You tore open their throats?"

"No! I don't know! I can't remember!" You wished you could lie to him. You wished you could remember any minor detail of what happened, but after the target came at you, the only thing you remember is Ghost bringing you back.

The bright headlights of a familiar van approached, and you jumped at the sudden brightness.

"Soap, that's exfil. Get in the car and tell them to wait." Ghost's low tone was commanding, and Soap could only sigh and place himself in the passenger seat, undoubtedly already coming up with a mission report.

"Corpse, focus on me." Your eyes left the van, and Ghost had placed himself directly in front of you, so there was nowhere to look but in his eyes. "Do you or do you not remember what happened?" The intensity at which he spoke made you want to cry, the fear of disappointing him feeling real.

"No, I- I don't remember anything. All I can remember is him coming at me with a knife, and the other three guys, they said they would hurt you and Soap, and they wanted to take me somewhere else, but you told me to never go to a second location, and I just... I don't know."

"Hush, love, I believe ya. Did they hurt you?" His hand moved to grasp your bicep, and you looked down at the ground.

"No, I don't think so. I'm not sure."

Ghost sighed, and looked back at the vehicle.

"Right, then. We'll get ya checked out, just in case, okay? Come on." He began walking, but stopped when he realized you weren't following him.

"Ghost, did I-" You took a shaky breath, your question stuck in your throat. "Did I fuck up? Am I going to be kicked out?" Ghost stared at you, your question hanging in the air, until he took a step toward you.

"Corpse, you killed our target. And then some. You won't be kicked out for completing a mission. Price might tell you have to see some kind of psychiatrist or therapist, but that's it. That's all, I promise. Now, you're going to get in the van, we're going to go back to base, and you're gonna shower. Get to."

There was no arguing with Ghost, you knew that. You knew he was right, but that still didn't stop the little fire of annoyance lighting in your chest, and it was made worse that you didn't know what you were annoyed more by - The fact that he was so confident about the hypothetical outcome, or the thought of having to re-explain the situation to your Captain. You sighed as you wrenched open the back door of the car, the copper scent of your actions filling the enclosed space.

The ride back to base was quiet, the radio occasionally tuning in to a random station, speaking in a language you had no hope of understanding. The sun had begun to rise on the horizon, an orange glow cast on the landscape, and you sighed at the sun hitting your face, the feeling unmatched after being submerged in darkness for what felt like forever.

A few hours had passed, and Soap's snoring in the front seat was almost peaceful. You hadn't dared sneak a look at your Lieutenant - you weren't sure what curdled your heart more, the thought of him staring at you in disgust or disappointment, or worse, not at all. When the car passed through the security checkpoint for the base you called home, you couldn't seem to focus on one problem or thought at a time. Finally, the car stopped, and the growling engine cut off. Ghost gave Soap a rough shove to his shoulder, startling the man awake.

"Soap. Go." Ghost's voice seemed almost impossibly rougher after staying silent for hours. Soap cast you a remorseful look before exiting the vehicle, along with the driver. Anxiety held its place in the base of your throat, the scent of blood suddenly was drowning you, and your hands shook as you began to fidget with the seatbelt latch. "Corpse. Captain wants to speak with you."

Ha. You're fired. You're so fired. Your one passion, the one thing you know you were born to do-. "You're not in trouble. He just wants to know what happened." Ghost sighed, and pressed his thumb into the latch, releasing your seatbelt. "Damn it, soldier, fuckin' look at me when I talk to you." His voice immediately took on a harsher infliction, and you stared up at him, reminded of what exactly your relationship is to him - he is a Lieutenant, you are a Sergeant. Nothing more. "Obviously..." Ghost's eyes looked you up and down. "Get showered first." Your voice was barely above a whisper when you spoke.

"Yes, sir." When your boots made contact with the ground, it felt like the weight of... Everything collapsed on your shoulders. The sun felt too bright, your gear heavy and sticky, and Ghost's eyes boring holes into the back of your head all combined into the worst storm possible. You shook your head, your own eyes trained on the ground in front of you as you walked to your barracks. Just keep it together until you're alone. All you have to do is make it to your room. That's all. Don't fall apart until you're there.

Do not fall apart until you're there.

[t-u-i-t-c]

I don't find it too odd that Sakito was at the warehouse at the end of episode 31. I know some people have found it a bit suspicious, but it really seems like Sakito is doing what he would do had Genba accepted his offer, but with Genba refusing him he is able to push back a bit more. Being someone who has "willing to do dirty deeds" in his job description, it wouldn't be too difficult to imagine that he knows how to easily track down the Hashiliens. We also see the Hashiliens lingering around from time to time and oftentimes their schemes are found out due to the team following them after spotting them in public. I don't think that finding where Disrace was was a difficult task at all. They always tend to hang out in places with a lot of storage/junk around that would provide access to items that they can use in their schemes, and honestly Sakito could just follow one Hashiliens back there without them noticing, as they do tend to be not very observant at times. Also Sakito just knows their patterns/behaviors more, as he's more familiar from having worked with them on multiple occasions. I don't know if I would classify it as "shady" in this instance for him to be at the warehouse, as it seems more like he's looking out for Genba than anything. He's finding Disrace, he's keeping an eye out for Genba, he's making Genba question himself, and he's creating a roadblock for Genba. Everything Sakito is doing is for the purpose of letting Genba lead himself back home while giving him a push from the side.

I think an important thing to remember is that Sakito really values having a place to belong. When he was a child he lacked this and it brought him a lot of heart ache, and it was only after finding Byun D and becoming a cleaner that he felt he had a purpose in his life. I think that when he sees Genba away from the BoonBoomgers he feels a bit annoyed at the fact that Genba has a place to belong and has something that he visibly enjoys, being procurement, but he's rejecting it. I think that it bothers Sakito that Genba is running from something that Sakito had longed for and he feels a need to get him back to where he's meant to be. I also think that Sakito feels he has a place amongst the BoonBoomgers and Genba is shifting the placement through not being there. It's really Sakito getting into this idea that Taiya has presented, that when you hear someone screaming you rush to them and try to help. Taiya knows that for Genba he cannot be this person, but Sakito may think he can be that person as his connection to Genba is not as strong and he is more willing to be rough with him. Sakito is willing to say something hurtful and he's more willing to call Genba out because the stakes aren't the same, and he's not like the others, just like none of the BoonBoomgers are exactly alike. This all just connects together to prove that they are different people and they can't control each other, but damn it if they don't need each other.

The BoonBoomgers are connected. It doesn't matter that they are different and may never be able to fully understand each other, that's not the point. They want to help people, they want to do something meaningful, and they want to take a hold of their lives while having a place to belong. The BoonBoomgers are such a strong team because they choose each other, and continue to choose each other over and over again no matter their inability to understand each other completely. This isn't about just revenge or just about being with friends, it's about having somewhere to belong where you can get the support that you need in the long run. It's about willing to share the weight and willing to "burden" others, because the load is too heavy and you can't do it without them. Genba needs support, he needs to let himself be a "burden", he needs to admit his faults and his weakness because it's the only way he can move forward. He may need to take his chance, but this doesn't need to be a chance he takes alone.

[marzipanilla]

Back at you for the writer asks! (*^^*) ♡♡♡ 12, 17, 19, and 7!

7 - Your preferred writing fonts

I'm pretty bad about this and honestly just tend to use whatever default is for whatever I'm writing in. I think I've divested myself of having a preference because I am instilling the habit in myself of writing when I have the idea instead of insisting I'll remember it later, which means with my garbage hand writing I actually write A LOT in the notes app on my phone. Not really a lot of font options there. I mentioned before that I used to write in 10 pt times new roman a lot, but I don't have much of a preference now. I think it comes down to font size and not too much style. I do not like writing with large letters. To the point that since I'm checking out how the new ellipsus program works and the fact that their (very useful) outline options makes a specific word MUCH LARGER than other words and it bothers me. If there is a way to change this I have not found it yet.

I guess I do have a fondness for Courier/New though I don't actually write in it all that much because I own typewriters and have done script writing in the past, and that is the standard font for that.

12 - A trope you're really into right now

Whump. Character studies. Hurt no comfort/little comfort. That category lol Look, the two most recent WIPs I've posted have been pretty lighthearted but what I've really been working on lately is not that vibe. I smashed out 3k of some very rough conversation between take-a-guess and I'm pretty excited for it, though I still need to get all the connecting tissue to that moment in.

17- talk about your writing and editing process

Chaotic mess. I write down snippets of dialogue and conversation mostly. Which depending on where I am when I get A Thought can mean it will be scattered across several docs. Or notes on my phone. And then I have to go digging for it later and hope I remember what story I meant it for if I didn't label it. I am trying to get so much better at labeling.

Which means I have the note 'leggy teeth out of prison' and know exactly what it means, but have the sentence 'He was an honest man, and he could be gentle, but I do not think I would ever call him kind.' and have no idea what I had originally intended with it and now I just scroll by it on my phone sometimes.

When it comes to new stories I tend to start either with A Very Specific Conversation, or just a specific description for an emotional moment a character is going to have in the story. A lot of times I am just working off of A Vibe because I write so many AUs. I generally don't outline, but I do write insanely out of order and will jump around between 'oh this should definitely make this happen!' or 'this scenario means THIS needs to be said but I don't know the context in which the characters are going to say it yet' or 'wouldn't it be fucked up if this happens?'. And sometimes that means I end up deleting a lot when I finally move on to that story moment because things have changed drastically, or I end up going back to the beginning and completely rewriting something in order to give that story beat better set up.

I mostly edit as I go, while I am writing I tend to re-read everything up to that point of the story to make sure it's fresh in my brain, and if I was smart and didn't post all of those chapters yet (I rarely am..) I'll do little tweaks along the way. I generally try to convince myself to at least get one sleep in before another edit before posting, but since I don't have someone around to wrap a blanket around me and force me to stop generally I'll do a typo pass and just post something if I feel it is good enough. Or if I'm mad enough at a story idea and just want it not stuck with me anymore.

19 - The most interesting topic you've researched for a fic

Okay hmm maybe the interesting physics rabbit hole I went down recently. Where I found out once you go fast enough your weight starts to not really matter. At least, there seems to reach a point where the pressure exerted on you doesn't make you any denser or something. I was trying to find if there were any layman discussions I could peak into about what would theoretically happen if two objects moving at the speed of light crashed into each other. Did not quite find what I was looking for. The scenario I am thinking of for the fic is just somehow worse and less worse than what I was hoping would happen? Anyway, Viltrumites are a fucking problem and I will never be over the 'mundane' things that have to be true about specific heroes in any media that is overlooked in favor of trying to fit them into a framework that makes it possible to fight them.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Mask aspect of Roman gave me an idea. How would romance between him and Heroine who didn't hide her face would play out? Like she just fights him without mask, beats him, afterward says "My name is Y/N L/N, remember it" and then leaves? Doesn't care she she doesn't have family and only 'friend' is Batman.

"Wearing Masks" Black Mask x f!reader

I'm ngl to you, it'll be ROUGH at first. Roman doesn't play nice.

TW: villanous behavior, abduction, implied stalking, harm against reader insert, some NSFW/mention of bdsm play

When he first meets her, when she manages to get the upper hand and flaunt herself and her name- he thinks perhaps she deserves the Janus Cosmetics mask treatment. Maybe then she'd hide her damn face.

But no. She was already wearing a mask. One of bravado. She thinks she's a regular lone wolf. So he does some research. Easy enough when you pass out your name like that and he has the underworld connections. Nygma owes him a favor.

Life's tough without friends, ain't it? Even Batman can't be watching your ass every second unless you're one of his brats. Maybe it'll be a valuable lesson when he has a bunch of goons gang up on her to scoop her up to a hideout- with a wicked ass beating.

when she wakes up, Roman is stabbing someone. One of his hires. Grunting. Growling, "I said! Don't touch her fucking face! What's so goddamn hard about that?!" So that's the ache in her skull and the crusty feeling on her forehead.

If she tries to move, she'll find that her arms and body is suspended by rope. And then he's in front of her, holding her face. Poking and prodding at her wounds. Then he's cleaning them while barking at his men to leave.

"Shit, what am I gonna do with you?" If she tries being a smart ass, he just continues, "You don't gotta wear that with me, Y/N. You think you're hot shit, don't you? The whole world can't get you if you don't let it seep in. I see you. You're gonna crack." He squeezes her face for punctuation. Caresses the side of her face with the muzzle of his gun.

eventually, he'll let her go, bloody and bruised. A calling card if she "wants a friend." It's absolutely a peg knock down when a man like that is that close to killing you and just doesn't. Is it pity? That'll put a rage to your gut.

And they keep running into each other. Building at first a wary, tense form of trust. Flirtations that edge on danger. Both of them know they shouldn't- It's not exactly good for his business and she's not going to get trust from other heroes if she continues that sort of dalliance. But fuck it, Batman flirts with Catwoman all the time, right?

The nice thing about him already knowing her identity is no messing around with the "reveal." No, he wants to see under the skin, under all the heroics and needing people to remember her name. If she's down for it, there will be a bit of submissive play where he tries to find that sweet doe-y headspace for her to let loose and let go of control. Scary but it has the potential of her allowing a deep trust and bond that she might not have with others. Of course bringing her back up afterwards and fostering that trust.

The sex is, in fact, really hot. Public sex if she allows it. Wearing collars, necklaces or bracelets that indicate who she's with even when she's fighting villains (if she's still fighting villains). And there's definitely some roleplay mixed in there where he "captures" the hero and gets to do whatever he wants to her...

There might be a lot of mixed feelings on the criminal end depending upon her morality scale. Maybe not! Maybe that's kinky for them! Alexa, play Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades.

But he does have these moments where he sees her struggling. Fighting to keep up that mask, that appearance to others of being strong. He'll take off his gloves and put her cheek in his callused hands. A sort of grounding. Whispers in her ear that she can take it off, even if it's just for a second. Feel her melt and lean into him.

"I'll put you back together every time sweetheart, you just tell me when."

[avelera]

1589 - 1689 - My rough timeline for how Hob Gadling went from a knighthood to penniless in "Giving Sanctuary"

So this came up in the Discord I'm in for how exactly did Hob go from, presumably, landed gentry with a knighthood to completely penniless by 1689.

Now, obviously a huge factor in this is, y'know, the bleak depression Hob fell into after losing his family, but I'm talking logistics here because 80 years is still a really long time. I'm clarifying that it's for Giving Sanctuary because, obviously, I can't speak for canon nor do I think this is canonical. Indeed, there are many astoundingly good fics that cover this same period differently than I choose to, such as "waking world" by qqueenofhades, and I designed my own so as to not simply copy that one because it's so damn good as to feel basically authoritative.

Content Warning: It gets rather dark in this timeline, guys, this is Hob in the 1600s. Alcoholism is, by far, the lightest thing discussed below the cut, albeit in abstract terms, but please be mindful of your own experience here.

Anyway, without further adieu, a rough breakdown specific to "Giving Sanctuary" as to how Hob went from Sir Robert Gadlen in the White Horse in 1589 to how we meet him in 1689:

~1587/1588: Hob marries Eleanor and purchases and/or moves into the town where he will reside for 40 years as Sir Robert Gadlen. In the summer of 1588, the Queen sleeps at his house.

Fall, 1588: (Ok I lied, we're going back a little further) - Robyn Gadlen is born. I specifically put his birth in the fall so we can semi-realistically have a portrait of him as a rosy cheeked toddler by June 1589 and be 20 years old in the spring of 1609 for it to be exactly 80 years since Hob's life went to shit.

1599: Eleanor and what would have been their second child die. This is the most arbitrary of the dates I picked, as it's actually a bit unrealistic that Hob's wife at say, ~30 years old died in childbirth after only their second pregnancy (though in theory there could have been other failed pregnancies before). Mostly the idea was that Robyn was around 10 years old, able to remember his mother and keenly feel her loss, and Hob's next century started off not with a bang, but a whimper.

1599-1609: Hob raises Robyn as a single father on the Gadlen Estate and refuses to foster him out to other noble families out of a desire to keep him close to home. During this time, the two grow incredibly close, Robyn knows the truth about his father, and their relationship at times resembles that of a very close elder and younger brother more than father and son due to the fact Hob never ages. At age 20, it was not uncommon for Robyn to invite his father out to drink with him and his friends but, on the occasion of the tavern brawl that ended Robyn's life, Hob refused, in favor of working on the accounts of the Gadlen Estate.

Spring, 1609: Robyn dies in a tavern brawl at age 20. Hob's horrible 80 years begins.

1609 - 1629: Hob doesn't go out much after his son's death. Having already planned to fake his death and move to a new identity as a distant uncle to Robyn's children and his grandchildren no later than 1619, Hob instead loses track of time and, in the mounting hysteria over witchcraft in the first decades of James I's reign, his longevity is noticed and the town turns against him.

1629: After 40 years, roughly, of living in the town where he intended to raise his family, Hob is dragged from his house, put on trial for witchcraft, and sentenced to death by drowning. He's swept downriver and, eventually, manages to free himself after being thoroughly traumatized and left with nothing.

1630-1637: Hob makes his way back to London. He assumes the identity of a Gadlen family offshoot, the usual play when faking his own death, and returns as his own nephew to call upon Hob's rich and powerful connections in London. He pleads that his uncle, who left everything to this nephew in his will, was wrongfully accused of witchcraft and, at the very least, this nephew deserves his inheritance. However, most of Hob's connections in London were dead or disinterested in him by this time, as he did little work at maintaining these connections over the last 20 years of his mourning.

Still, Hob manages to scrounge together a little goodwill and regain some personal items, like Eleanor's portrait, under this guise. The rest of the property has been confiscated but he is invited into the business of some of his connections to help rebuild his wealth. Unfortunately, one of those investments happens to be Tulip Mania, which a still shaken and traumatized Hob sees as his best bet for rebuilding his former wealth in a hurry. By 1537, when the tulip market crashes, he's lost it all again.

1637-1645: While Hob lost the bulk of his money in the tulip crash, he wasn't totally without assets or connections willing to lend him money and he sets about rebuilding once more, this time with fewer associates and less goodwill as the last of his rich friends as Sir Robert Gadlen pass away or lose interest in this newly impoverished nephew. Hob manages to scrounge together a few more risky bets and uses his last ship to deliver a cargo of fine silks on behalf of an associate, in exchange for a huge cut (at his own expense) of the profits. However, an unlucky storm leads to his ship being wrecked, and while the crew survived, the cargo was totally lost.

1645-1655: Debt collectors begin to call on Hob, who had overextended himself in that last gamble. He spends the next decade in and our of debtors prison, a poverty trap where his debts only mount further. He attempts with his final wealthy connections various schemes such as gambling his way out. However, with his instincts shot and his desperation mounting, none of these attempts pay off and indeed, he ends up further in debt until finally, at risk of being imprisoned "for life" in a way that would certainly give away his secret, and already 25 years into this identity, Hob fakes his death and cuts ties entirely with the Gadlen name.

1655 - 1666: Hob's fortunes continue to slide. He makes some last attempts at an honest living under a new, more modest identity, but the stress, PTSD, and depression from his losses continue to compound and he falls deeper into alcoholism to self-medicate, making it difficult to hold down work. He tries his hand at a return to banditry and theft but rusty instincts and substance abuse reduce his effectiveness and he's wary of being imprisoned, limiting such efforts.

What little he manages to scrape together is lost when the Great Fire of London tears through the city, leaving him once again with nothing except a growing sense that the world itself has turned against him.

1666 - 1689: With nothing left and longer living at the margins, Hob goes thoroughly under. The highest point of his fortune is probably when he serves as a guard at a brothel, where they don't mind his drinking nearly so much as more honest businesses, and provide him a bed for those hours during the day when he's not working. This money is padded further when Hob, seeing no reason to refuse, accepts overtures from certain clients of the brothel to offer his own services. However, the misery of this work only compounds his dive into the bottle and before long he can no longer hold down that job either. He has various short stints after that in jail for debts, or public drunkenness, brawling, prostitution, and even a short stay in Bedlam when he tried to tell others the truth of his immortality. Those could be considered the only time he had a steady roof over his head.

In the final decade before his meeting with Dream in 1689, Hob realized he was truly out of options as far as any sort of last, desperate bid to regain his fortune or even stability before Dream arrives, since Hob didn't dare risk leaving London, unsure he'd be able to afford to come back in time, or to risk any sort of grand scheme that could see him imprisoned long term or have him deported as an indentured servant. Forced to live along the margins, out of sight, Hob fell to begging for enough coin to stay properly drunk and to eat, and then, when that failed, simply to eat and then, for long stretches, he could not meet even those needs. On more than one occasion, Hob was forced to defend the little he had by killing his attacker. The last years before 1689 are a blur of starvation and desperation and frequent nightmares until their meeting on June 7th.

[cobiehaven]

Secretly in the Deep End — Lee Juyeon

SYNOPSIS; it’s a struggle to hide you and juyeon’s relationship with everyone else when all everyone knows you for is how great lifeguards you are. it doesn’t help that you’re coworkers.

PAIRING; lifeguard!juyeon x lifeguard!reader

GENRE; fluff, angst, very suggestive

WORD COUNT; 2.4k

TAGS/WARNINGS; ft. lifeguard!eric but only for like 2 seconds, forbidden love au ???, summer love au, strict and traveling parents mentions, explicitly detailed suggestive scene, kind of whiny juyeon, juyeon and reader are obsessed with each other, VERY CONFUSING PLOT WITH LIKE LITTLE CONTEXT, most of it was kinda like ‘imagine the rest for yourself’.

AUTHORS NOTE; i should probably do more research on forbidden love au’s. i had a lot of what i wanted to happen but then it just didn’t happen 😀. i have trouble executing my ideas 🫡.

you could feel the room progressively getting hotter as juyeon pressed you up against the wall, his hands gripping the back of your neck as yours rested on his chest. he breathed into your mouth as the both of you shared a deep kiss, the wetness and the roughness of it sending waves of passion yet strong desire to all of your most wanted parts of your body.

you wanted him and you could feel how much he wanted you too.

there was no denying the amount of tension between you two for the past month. ever since the both of you got hired onto the job, there was this ever growing sense of urgency to have each other in the others arms no matter what circumstances that may come. but of course, neither of you could fulfill your wishes in front of the others. they’d never look at their competitive 2 leading lifeguards on the beach, the same, ever again. much less, you’d probably get fired for having such connection to each other when you both have important roles to play.

your boss couldn’t afford the distraction with you two.

therefore, you and juyeon got together to make a plan on when it would be best to meet up without anyone being too suspicious.

at the end of the week when everyone was too tired to pay attention to each other.

so, here the both of you were, locked in a back shed behind the beach house. where the both of you were supposed to start work 5 minutes ago. you knew how risky this position was but neither of you cared, it was the end of the week and you and juyeon couldn’t take the waiting anymore.

he pressed on you harder, the kiss deepening and the space between the two of you closing. his hands trailed down your body and to your hips, gripping them enough to lift you up and throw you on the sheds wooden island. his hands snaking further around your waist as he scooted his way in between your legs, his lips finding yours again. you could feel his lustful smile against your teeth as you pulled away slightly. “what?” you smiled back, your arms finding their way around his wide shoulders. he shook his head, “i’ve just waited for this for so long. and now i can finally have you in my arms like this,” he spoke mellowly.

one thing was for sure, you were never, ever, going to get over his soothingly deep tone. you could listen to it like it was a song on repeat for hours and never get bored of it.

“well make the most out of this as you can because-“ you were cut off by a turn of the doorknob, the both of your necks snapping towards the sound and rushing to get off of each other and fixed neatly. “hm? it’s locked? that’s weird, i could have sworn i unlocked it this morning..” you could hear one of the other lifeguards say, remembering that he went by the name of eric. he was new on the job. “should we go-“ juyeon shushed you by pressing his lips against yours, his long arms trapping you in between the island and his body.

knew exactly why he did this. first, he didn’t want eric to find out about you and him by making any noise. second, he really wanted you. third, he still really wanted you.

you couldn’t complain since this is what you had been waiting for, for literally the entire week. but the more your jobs lifeline stayed on your mind, the more this moment with juyeon was getting ruined by your overgrowing worry. you lightly pushed on juyeon’s chest, him getting the message to back away even though he didn’t want to. he chased your lips in a way that had you melting at his small pout when he sadly didn’t get what he enjoyed the most. “hm?” he hummed questioningly. you pointed to the door, his eyes following your finger and then trailing back to you. “he’s going to get the boss to come unlock the shed. if we don’t go, they’ll find us,” you whispered.

juyeon’s frown grew deeper as he laid his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist in a cuddling hug.

“juyo..” you nicknamed him. “please, we have to go,” you whined which he only whined back to you.

“but i haven’t got to hold you in so long..”

“i know but if we get in trouble, we won’t be able to do this anymore at all.”

he knew exactly what you meant by that. how could he not forget when that point was the only thing keeping your relationship alive? you see, you had strict parents that forced you to take this job over the summer to stay fit for your future collage plans. if they knew you had a boy distracting you from granting their wishes for you to be successful, they would probably hunt the boy down and assume the worst of him in trying to “corrupt” you. as for juyeon, his parents just moved a lot. this was the one place that his parents had settled in for a long while. you remember for a good bit of summers, he wouldn’t even attend work until weeks after it starts back up again because his parents make so many unexpected family trips.

you always missed him the most at those times.

so with his family always moving, he doesn’t have time for dating. and with your parents being way too baring, you also didn’t have time for dating.

this time of year was the only time when you two could hold an established relationship.

you minded it a lot, obviously. but there was nothing either of you could do until you escaped from your parents.

he let out a quiet sigh, his arms wrapping tighter around you for a long few seconds before backing away. “i’ll see you at lunch break?” he asked, you nodded.

he went out first, not wanting anyone to be suspicious by the both of you coming out together. if anyone were to see. it didn’t take long for eric to come back with the boss and his key, which you had already left by then. you probably should start meeting juyeon else where if people are going to start getting suspicious of why the shed is locked.

the day was short. you enjoyed your job and there was not a lot to make this job boring for you as the ocean was always something that you had a deep connection with. you remembered as a kid how splashing around in the shallow water was your favorite thing to do. finding sea shells and even small tiny crabs was something you did often and to this day you still have a collection of all of the pretty and unique shells displayed around your room.

you wished that you could maybe take juyeon to see them, one day.

as lunch was starting to draw near, you packed up your things from your stand and announced that it was now the lifeguard break. you didn’t really have to do that but it was always sort of a habit when you used to guard the kiddy pool in your neighborhood back when you were a teen.

that was far before your parents moved to the beach rather than just visiting every summer.

you wanted to find juyeon but you knew you couldn’t start running after him and risk the both of your images. in reality, you probably shouldn’t have cared so much about others. but you kind of had to with the way all of the employees gossiped and tattled on each other. that was one of the biggest downsides to this job, in your opinion. although, it didn’t matter. it just meant that you could stay the loyal award winning lifeguard of the week along with juyeon as your runner up.

since it’s was the end of the week, you could probably guess exactly where you were heading.

“hi,” a very familiar voice said mellowly to you, his hand moving around your waist once more. your head snapped around the two of you, trying to catch if anyone were around.

“juyeon-“

“shh, it’s okay, no one is around.”

ever since you met him, he had grown to be quite the risk taker. not that you were upset at that, you could guiltily admit that the risk was fun to take. but sometimes it could be a little too risky… if you knew it was too easy to get caught, then it ruined the whole fun for you.

the last thing you wanted was someone to go off and tell your parents about the secretive things you’ve been doing while attending here. they’d never let you have this job ever again.

“we’re in the middle of the lounge, someone is going to come..” this was the exact place that every friday at noon, the lifeguard of the week would be announced. it was currently 10 minutes till noon. juyeon knew better than to pry at you with how clingy he is. well… sometimes. he always knew when to do it and when not to do it. now and back in the shed we’re great examples of that. “mm okay but you’re not getting away from me when we eat,” he whined to which you playfully rolled your eyes. “fine.”

during the entire ceremony, juyeon admired you from the back of the room, watching as everyone cleared a pathway when your name was announced for ‘LOTW’ (lifeguard of the week). he smiled to himself, clapping whenever everyone else clapped as you had gotten the award several times that month. “why is it that only she and juyeon get the awards?” a girl whispered in front of him. “because they think they’re better than us because they stay after extra to help clean the place so it’s spotless for boss the next day. they probably think that just because they’re both rich, they can bribe the boss to get on his good side and give them the dumb award.” juyeon was in flames. you watched him as you came down the same body edging aisle, making your way next to juyeon and letting your attention be taken by his hard gaze on the two girls. did he even realize you had come back? “i’m sure that’s not true,” the girl whispered back. “i’m sure it is! our boss is a shit person to the rest of us! but those two? ugh. they make me sick thinking about their faces.” you could tell that juyeon was threatening to let his emotions out on the two girls. you never really knew him as a violent person so believing that he’d get so angry to say something was hard. but you were kind of curious what that side of juyeon was like.

unfortunately, as much as you’d like to stay and watch juyeon have a whole meltdown over some girls talking trash about the two of you, you were interrupted by a sudden buzz coming from inside your pocket.

“i have to go take this,” you whispered to juyeon which had his growing anger fading into a concerned look whenever you gestured to your buzzing phone. your dreaded picking up the phone for the contact displayed.

quietly slipping out of the gathering room and into the main hall. you picked up the call, your mothers voice booming so loud that you had to hold the phone away from your face. “hello?” you answered as you could barely understand the amount of rambling your mother was doing, you could hear your father trying to calm her down in the background. “mom?” you called.

“y/n! you have some explaining to do!”

“what do you mean?”

“don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

“i really don’t-“

you felt a buzz from your phone again, making you pull the device away from your ear and gasping as the message. it was a picture of you and juyeon in the shed sent by someone anonymous. who could have sent you something like this and how did they even manage to get it? was there a hidden camera in there? was someone hiding in there? was this what your mother was so upset about?

“explain the picture.”

you didn’t know what to say. the anxiety was starting to boil over as you could feel your entire future falling apart. this was it. the truth you had been hiding from your parents for so long. it was 3 summers ago that you had met juyeon and now was finally the time you were going to tell them about your little relationship with the one man they always told you to better than. as if things couldn’t get any worse than they already were, the ceremony finally ended and people rushed out of the small gathering room that you mistakenly stood in front of like an idiot. the doors flung open and you were nearly trampled by the amounts of guards that were hungry for food. you nearly fell when someone bumped into you so hard that you dropped your phone, watching as it slid across the floor, hitting and bouncing against many feet. by the time the crowd cleared, you were sure your phone was probably broken or at least hung up on your mother with the amount of times it had gotten stepped on. “oh no..” you knelt down to pick up your shattered phone screen, frowning as you knew exactly what you were going to come home to today. “y/n?” you heard that all too familiar voice call out to you.

you turned to him. you weren’t even sure if you wanted to see him right now. you knew he did nothing wrong but you couldn’t bare to tell him what happened or what was going to happen between you two. “juyo…” you nearly broke down, which he came to your side for comfort. “what happened?”

you were silent for a long time as you just cried against his shoulder in the middle of the hallway. everything was over. you didn’t care who saw anymore. you were going to go home today and your parents are going to tell you to quit your job and probably never let you see another mans face again. just why did you have to be born in such a protective family?

“we can’t see each other anymore… like, ever.”

and that was when, he felt a buzz in his pocket. he pulled out his phone and his eyes widened the same way yours had when you opened that anonymous text message.

just who could have been ruining your lives?

© cobiehaven 2023

[bluegekk0]

how do approach basically rewriting a canon-

Hm I'm not sure if rewriting canon is what I do. Maybe in some areas, mostly when it comes to character deaths, but I try to keep the known and confirmed details from the original story mostly unchanged, and just write around them, if that makes sense.

Most of my AU is just filling blanks, really. Sometimes it means that I have to change some details about the canon elements to make things coherent, but I try to make the general idea still similar. For example, Grimm and his Troupe are probably the biggest departures from how they're implied to work in canon, but the death and rebirth cycle is so crucial to those characters that I kept it, albeit in a loose adaptation form.

FPK is a very self indulgent adaptation of PK, but we don't know a lot about canon PK, so 99% of that is stuff I came up with. I suppose him being gay and divorcing WL could be seen as rewriting canon? But then again, they're not together in the game (sure, it's because PK is dead, but still), we don't know when exactly WL left the palace, and we don't have a confirmation of PK's sexuality, so my AU isn't exactly rewriting that. His relationship with Grimm is also in that "they could've known each other, we're never told one way or another" territory, just pushed to the extreme. Really, the game has a lot of lore, but there are twice as many blanks to fill. What was PK like before the infection? What was his relationship with WL like? What does Grimm do between rituals, if anything? What occured to separate the nightmare and dream realms, as it was mentioned in the game? What were wyrms like, are they gone? If so, why?

You see what I mean? If you want to explore the characters, there is still a lot to come up with. You don't necessarily have to rewrite things to explore these characters however you want.

For example, FPK and WL were married, just like in the game. But I decided to write their relationship as pretty toxic and to eventually separate them. It doesn't change much about WL that we meet in the game, aside from maybe tiny bits of dialogue (but her loving her husband doesn't have to contradict her treating him poorly, if she did it without realizing like she did in my AU).

Sometimes I end up omitting some things, if they overcomplicate or contradict the story I came up with. Mostly those minor things, like Brumm banishing the Troupe (since this is one of two endings for the quest, I just pretend that one didn't happen).

I go by the idea that canon is just suggestions and rough guidelines, not rules. If one was to just focus on what we know, there would be a lot of blanks that still need to be filled in with original ideas if you want a consistent narrative. Sometimes you end up focusing more on those filled blanks than the canon elements, which is what I did, to the point where, in some ways, I see the AU as its own spin-off of sorts, something not exactly connected to the game's canon, just kind of its own thing, but one that keeps crucial canon elements as foundation. Basically just fully using the term "alternate universe" to my advantage.

And sometimes you just make stuff up and ignore the canon. That's also an option, if you prefer that. In those cases, just have fun, really. That's all the advice I can give. Remember. Guidelines, not rules. The toys are there for us to play with, restricting yourself to canon can be fun to some, but not everyone.