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[yelenasbraid]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 — 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

summary — you’re the only person peter can trust. you also happen to be an fbi agent.

warnings — fem!fbi agent!reader, fluff, a gun makes an appearance

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, pinned down and unable to move. he never thought he’d be hiding from the US government, but here he was. peter sutherland made a vow that he’d protect rose larkin, and that’s exactly what he was doing.

“she’s an fbi agent, peter, are we sure we can trust her?” it was the fifth time rose had asked that in the past ten minutes.

“yes, rose. we can trust her,” his hand wrung around the steering wheel as he pulled up a few blocks away from your apartment building. you went to the academy with him, a few classes ahead, but nevertheless. you’d become fast friends, unable to separate from one another.

he put the car in park, hurrying out of the car before he and rose briskly walked to your apartment complex. he hadn’t seen you since you graduated from the academy. you planned on meeting up every once and a while, but life seemed to get in the way.

the catch was, you weren’t expecting them.

they walked up to your apartment, peter knocking on your door. a few moments passed, but just as he raised his fist again to knock, the door unlocked and opened. you stood there, your face tight. you wore sweats, a large t-shirt and your hair was sloppily pulled back.

“you’re lucky i’m too tired to rat you out,” you mumbled as you stepped aside to let them in. you never asked questions, and peter appreciated that about you. if he needed help, you were there, no questions asked. this time, though, he assumed you had the answers already.

the door shut behind them and you locked it again. you ran your hands down your face, eyes catching the man in front of you. he’d always been attractive, the warm lighting of your apartment especially accentuated that attractiveness.

“thank you,” peter wrung his hands like a nervous schoolboy. in a way, he was.

“i’m assuming you’re rose larkin,” you turned to the girl next to peter, who merely nodded her head. you nodded yours and reached behind you, pulling out the glock you’d shoved in the back of your pants before you opened the door. you could never be too cautious.

“really, y/n?”

“what? i’ve been filled in on the whole assassins thing, i’m not letting some psycho into my apartment,” you defended as you placed the gun underneath the kitchen counter. you directed them upstairs and allowed them to use the guest bedroom and bathroom, which left you a moment to yourself.

~~

peter was the only one to come back down from getting changed.

“rose went to sleep, she needed it,” he explained. peter saw your gaze soften, something that he learned was words in and of themselves.

“don’t you?” you countered. you were sat on the couch, your laptop propped open on your lap. he sat down at your feet, shaking his head.

“bau, huh?” he chuckled, eyeing the sticker on your laptop.

“yeah, profiler. happens to be a lot harder than you think,” you allowed a soft smile.

“whatever happened to the talent i saw on the gun range?” he asked, mostly teasing but part of him wanted to know. you’d been a menace on the range in handguns and rifles, never missing a beat snd never hesitating. he swore you were going to do something with swat.

“who’s saying that it’s not still here?” you countered back, closing your laptop. silence grew between you, a comfortable one. whenever you were at the academy, feelings blossomed between the two of you. feelings that scared you; falling for someone in the fbi wasn’t a smart move. yet, it was the move you made. you never confessed said feelings, but seeing the golden retriever of a man in front of you changed that. it reminded you that those warm and fuzzy feelings were still there.

“peter,” you started, shifting yourself on the couch, sitting up. you placed your laptop on the coffee table, moving yourself into a criss-cross position. his eyes caught yours, and he saw the words in your eyes before you said them.

“yeah?” his eyes flicked down to your hands, watching as they wrung. he looked back up at you, his brow creasing with concern.

you were at a loss for words. normally, you were able to say what you were thinking without much of a physical reaction. it’s what made you a good profiler. now, as you sat in front of the man you fell for, you struggled to keep your composure. how could you just spill to him, now especially, that you’ve liked him ever since the academy?

“are you sure you weren’t followed?” your gaze hardened up again, ignoring the butterflies in your gut and the warmth in your chest.

“i’m sure,” peter replied, a sigh leaving his lips. he was hoping you’d confess something, and it looked like you were going to. he saw the look in your eyes, the way they sparkled and softened. he would find himself getting lost in your eyes, drowning the rest of the world out.

“good,” you nodded your head, your eyes averting down to your hands, which were in your lap. the silence that fell over you now was uncomfortable, it was filled with a tension that you couldn’t seem to shake. the confession was on the tip of your tongue, your body begging you to just say it.

“ever since the academy,” you started, catching peter’s eyes again. his heart rate picked up and that schoolboy-like giddiness came back. “i’ve…had these feelings i can’t seem to shake,” you continued. the room was perfectly still, almost as if time had stopped.

“and?”

“peter,” could you say it? could you admit to both yourself and to peter, that you’d fallen in love with him? now?

“i think i understand,” he whispered, and oh did his whisper send the right kind of shivers up your spine.

“what-” before you could even finish enunciating your phrase, soft lips captured yours. the warmth in your chest spread down to your stomach, sending sparks all over. you’d been waiting years for this moment, and you believed you’d never get it. your hand cupped the back of peter’s neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. his hands snaked up your body, finally resting on both of your cheeks, cradling your face. finally, he’d kissed the woman of his dreams. the woman he’d fallen for while he was still at the academy. the woman who could knock him to the ground in a blink of an eye.

he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. your breaths meshed together, and you gave him one last, small kiss before pulling away again. smiles adorned both of your faces, your cheeks hot to the touch.

“been waiting a long time for that,” peter’s voice was raspy, and he knew it was from the shock of it all.

“then why didn’t you do it sooner?” you teased, causing the both of you to laugh. in that moment, only for a second, peter forgot about the impending doom on the nation. peter’s only focus was you, his girl.

in honor of me finishing the night agent in two days, here’s a fic for you lovely people. i’m telling you, i love my men fbi coded

[258punkweight]

i guess the school shooter panic is over, or at least it is in my area of california, bc the other day i saw a guy in my first period wearing a shirt that said "in glock we trust" and he was still wearing it at the end of the day LOL

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU - chapter 4

Blade x fem reader fanfic

MASTERLIST

Summary - Reader's first mission for stellaron hunters takes unexpected turn as IPC's attack unforeseen by Elio forces her to act outside of script

Chapter 4 – If your wings won’t find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone 

 - Oh shit. Is this a part of the plan? - they exchanged anxious glances. 

 - It was not in the script...Fuck. - Blade cursed. He gently took her jaw in his hand and turned her head to the side to see if she got hurt by the bullet. Thankfully, not even a scratch was visible on her skin. Relieved man gave her a domineering look and muttered lowly. – Stay behind, I will get the job done. Car is bulletproof. 

 He came outside. It was truly a sight to behold, his burning sword dealing with enemies one after another, while he danced among them with infernal precision, avoiding all of their attacks.  Y/n didn’t plan to be a damsel in distress either, she quietly put on bulletproof vest Blade kept in his car just in case and searched her surroundings for a  weapon. She exhaled deeply at the sight of loaded glock. Trying to not think too much about it she opened the door, came out of car and kneeled beside it. Covered by the machine she shot two people who got way too close to her partner in crime for her liking.  

His pupils blown wide when he saw her and she could swear he wanted to bend her over his knee and give her a good spanking.  With the speed of the lightning he appeared by her side and swung his sword. She heard painful moan from behind her. She turned around. Body of IPC soldier fell to the ground few seconds later. If Blade didn’t hurry she would be dead by now. 

 - Thank you for saving me. - y/n was too ashamed to look him in the eye. 

 - Didn’t I tell you to stay in safety? What is wrong with you? - he growled scanning their surroundings for more potential opponents. 

 - I have some experience with fighting and it’s not my style to let others sacrifice for me. I’m sorry if I was a problem. I will think twice next time.  

 Blade only groaned in response. 

  - Let’s get away from here, soon more of them will probably show up. - he barely managed to end this sentence when whistle of a bullet cut him off. Red blood spilled over his shirt around midriff area. He threw a knife in direction of his opponent and judging by sound that came from their side, he managed to aim right into the throat.  

 - Are you ok? - y/n asked in panic. He snorted. 

 - I am never OK. Every single one of my days is filled with pain of immortality, I want this pain to stop and I forbid you to stand between me and my end. You cannot safe me. You shouldn’t try to.- Blade pressed his hand to the wound, coughing. -  And for Aeons sake, never sacrifice yourself for me, no matter what. It would be a waste to have you suffer for such hopeless individual as me. You can be a pain in the neck, do you know?  

Now y/n really had enough of this.  

 - Since when are you so talkative, hmm? I thought you considered yourself too doomed to even open your mouth in my presence? - she tried to give him a serious look. 

 - Don’t be such a child. - he responded, clearly irritated. - As long as you don’t do any stupid moves, think whatever you want of me. We didn’t fully trust you at first because Elio couldn’t see much into your future in this timeline so there was no need to get all chatty, was it? Now you proved you are willing to cooperate and how are we supposed to co-work if we don’t communicate? - he tried reasoning with her, but his voice came out weak due to his injuries. 

 Despite her annoyance she took him by the hand to drag him into the car, she couldn’t let him just bleed out in the middle of the road.  

 - You tell me. You tell me how are we supposed to work without communication since from the beginning you only tell me what to do. You guys get all those scripts and never tell me a single word out of them. - Y/n raised her voice. 

 - Stop it already, there is no time to scream at each other right now. - Blade gave up. - Do you know how to drive? 

 - No. I’m sorry. 

 - In that case I still have some strength to drive us to the nearest safe place, one of the deserted houses we occupy during our missions occasionally. It’s a few minutes away.- he decided. - For now I will quickly wrap bandage around my waist to not bleed out before we get there. Not that I would mind getting rid of this reincarnation that is already way too long.  

 - It’s hard to do on your own, let me help. That was my main function during the time we tried to save Arkona. I had to fight sometimes but I was mostly taking care of other’s wounds. I had some experience in that, I was the only caretaker of my mother after her accident so my first thought when the hell begun was to become a nurse.  

 - I do this for myself for centuries, I will be fine without your help. - he instantly rejected her proposition.  

 - But it will be faster with some help. 

 - It would be faster if you didn’t whine so much. - he muttered while handing her a bandage roll with loud sigh. - But if you so insist I guess I would rather let you do this than fight all the way there. 

 *** 

She supported his weakened body on the way to the couch. Place was tiny and not very neat, but that was all they had for now. Blade barely walked, there was no way he could endure trip back home in such state. 

 - Your wound needs to be cleansed and taken care of. - Y/n informed him. - Don’t even try to argue.  

 - I don’t need this. - he insisted. - If it’s so important to you, you can find ointment in the kitchen if I remember correctly, shelf near the door, right next to hydrogen peroxide.  

She didn’t waste any time and quickly grabbed two bottles. When she came back to the living room she almost dropped them. Blade took off both the bandage and his shirt. His toned chest glistened with sweat, she looked down at the wound. Surprisingly, it didn’t look as drastic as it should.  

 - It’s a part of my curse, my body heals from everything at inhuman speed. Tomorrow I will be fine and we can return to headquarters to report our miserable failure. There is no need to call for help for somebody like me, who only craves death and self-destruction and regenerates like Wolverine. 

 - Have you watched that movie? - Y/n was a bit surprised Blade used a modern pop-culture reference. 

- Not really, Silver Wolf told me all about him, he’s her favourite superhero.  

Arkonian smiled at him recalling all cute moments her beloved duo had together. 

-You know, - he muttered - for a second I hoped that today will be the last day of my life, I always do. Why do you insist on fixing me? Are you stupid? This blade is broken beyond repair and you are gonna cut yourself if you try to maintain it. - he looked her in the eyes in challenging way.  

 - What if I understand this and I don’t want to fix you at all? - she took a risk of being vulnerable.  

 - In that case why do you care about me? - confusion was visible on his face.  

 - Can I tell you something about my life before Xianzhou Xianzhou? 

 - I see no need to do this but if you want to I won’t stop you.  

Y/n poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide on gauze and pressed it against his wound, He didn’t even flinch or hold his breath.  

 - Since I remembered I only could rely on my mother, father died right before my 10th birthday and we had no other relatives besides my auntie who lived in a big city and came to visit our village like twice a year. But she used to bring me expensive gifts and was very laid back so as a kid I was enchanted by her.   

We lived on a small farm near the holy mountain. We loved this place despite the amount of work we had to do around it . My psychic gift of mediumship had a chance to really bloom thanks to closeness of Saintcross. I felt blessed by the Goddess of divination and guidance who according to legends lived on it’s peak. We called her Light for all the lost souls in our prayers. - when y/n closed her eyes she could still smell flowercrowns of roses they used to sacrifice during the most important holyday related to the Goddess.  

 - When I was a pre-teen my mother had a terrible accident. Once my mom tried to repair the roof on her own as we had no man in the house and she was a strong, capable woman. She fell down from the ladder. Even tho doctor came as soon as he could and she barely managed to survive this – even after rehabilitation her body was not the same. We suspected they put her bones together in a wrong way or that she got some nerve damage. Her right hand lost most of it’s dexterity, and her back was in constant pain.  - Blade looked down at his own hands. Y/n stared at the wall, overwhelmed by homesickness. 

 - Till Arkona was attacked we went by thanks to painkillers she had to take. But when this crisis happened she lost access to them. She was in such pain she used to pray for death. I couldn’t watch this anymore, but she didn’t have anybody else. She refused to eat more and more often. I massaged her hand and back just like doctor taught me to, but without her pills it just wasn’t enough.  

Tears run down her face. She needed a break so she took the ointment and applied it to the wound. Blade didn’t rush her, he just let her gather her thoughts.  

 - My mother had a heart defect that is passed down in our family, I don’t have it but my mother, grandma and greatgrandma were born with it. It never caused her bigger problems while she was medicated, but when she lost access to her pills... One night her back pain was extremely overwhelming, she cried so hard her heart couldn’t take it anymore. She passed away. I lost my only family that night, auntie stopped contacting us as soon as she heard about mother’s accident so she doesn’t count.- Y/n laughed bitterly. 

 - Still, I felt relief. - she admitted without shame. - Not because taking care of her was so hard and I couldn’t take her screams of pain anymore tho it was true. I felt relief cause she didn’t have to suffer anymore. I felt greatest pain of my life too, but I didn’t have the right to want her to stay with me when nothing could have been done for her. I couldn’t be happy in my old home knowing that this happiness would be build on her suffering, even if I was so scared, so terrified and I never knew anything else. I know how to let people go when it is necessary and I fucking hate how all things fade.  - Blade reached out for her hand but she didn’t even pay attention to him anymore, so he retreated. 

 - After that I joined rebellion against abominations as a nurse, wanting to use skills I learned for my mother’s sake for the greater good. I was taught how to shoot as a part of the training, but I was always more interested in medical parts of it. But even for my beloved Arkona nothing could have been done.- her voice broke a little. - When it became clear that all is lost in the last desperate attempt to save anything from our culture and civilization we assembled a huge starship with all we had. Few dozens survivors, the last of Arkonians. We somehow managed to get away from our dying planet despite abominations circling it, but our ship crashed on nearby planet due to defects in it’s construction. I was the only one that lived, only because of Lan’s blessing I received that day. Till this day I feel constant survivor’s guilt. Good people found me and for a small price of my mother’s wedding band I took as a memento previously,- her voice choked oh her emotions-  they took me to Xianzhou Luofu.

Blade looked at her with endless compassion in his eyes. She couldn’t believe, that a man like him was capable of such gentleness. He felt this kind of empathy only very old and experienced people are able to feel. With wide open eyes he stared at her in silence. She picked up fresh bandage and put it around his waist.  

 - So be sure of that, I don’t help you cause I hope that you will get better or will rediscover your will to live. I know none of those things will happen. I accept you the way you are, broken blade with all it’s weak points and sharp bits. I won’t try to stop you from death when it comes for you for real cause I have no right to do so. I didn’t massage my mothers hand in hope that it will be better. - she sat down next to him after making sure the bandage was secured. - I just hoped to bring her some relief. We all age and sooner or later most of us will have to live with disabled bodies. Some of us like Firefly have to go through illness and it’s symptoms sooner then the others and all they can do is to try to give their existence meaning and find joy in it despite pain they go through. To me lives like those matter, can be beautiful and worth living.  - she looked him straight in the eye, hesitance visible in her gaze. - If you don’t want my help I no longer will push myself on you as I have no right to make such decisions for you either. I will accept it and treat you like a human being with his own mind and right to control what happens with his body. I don’t expect you to be grateful for things you didn’t ask for.  

Finally, she stopped speaking. She felt that she bared her souls too much, for too long, that she burdened him with her grief... Before she managed  to drown herself in shame and guilt he spoke up.  

 - I don’t remember much from my life as Yingxing. Last clear memories I have ... Sight of this forsaken woman, killing me time and time again. Her sword plunging into my insides. Carving her cursed mantra into my brain... “out of five people...”. Yes. Even when I think of this, phantom pains pierce through my whole body. All I want is for them to stop. The few things from Yingxing life I can still recall... Eyes of the man whose arrogance put me in this situation, man I promised to kill...I promised to her.  

Arkonian shifted uncomfortably in her seat but the sight of madness in his eyes stopped her from interrupting. Unaware of her reaction Blade continued, his attention for once not on y/n.  

 - I also remember joy of creation. How my hands moved, so precisely. My muscle memory never failed me. They never failed me.  My talented hands and things that they created where my joy, my pride. I never imagined that one day I could lose it. At first when I realized that my hands got damaged beyond repair in process of torture she inflicted on me and nothing can be done about it I became depressed. Completely apathetic to the world around me. I lived in wilderness, glad that at least I can still use the sword, but I had no purpose. Eventually driven by desperation I decided to sacrifice myself to become weapon, my last creation. Just like that, it didn’t matter to me anymore that I couldn’t craft swords,  I forged myself into a Blade, and I seek fight cause the only way can a Blade die – is to get broken while it is unsheathed. Before that will happen I plan to do anything possible to take away life of the man who manipulated me, used my arrogance against me and turned me into this monster! - Blade almost screamed out the last part, aura of insanity surrounded him. 

 Y/n thought to herself, that the one who truly changed his life into nightmare was the woman who killed him so many times instead. Whole thing seemed super shady to her – Blade had no memories left and all he spoke about was based on his assumptions and all that mad woman told him when she was attacking him. Still, y/n let him speak further. 

 - I don’t crave to be the man I once was again, I have no such ambition. I gave myself new purpose and I want to fulfill it with all my potential, unless death will bless me with an ending to my pain sooner. You don’t plan to keep me from it? Very well, it would be unwise of you to even dream of it. - he went silent for a few seconds, and closed his eyes. Y/n rubbed his shoulder trying to calm him down a bit and he let her do so. When he opened them again he looked way more sane. - Most people won’t believe this due to drastic changes in my behaviour occurring when I become mara struck, but my mind is just as sharp as it has always been. I don’t need to make machines with my own hands in order to know perfectly how they will work. I lost most of my interest in my past hobbies by now, but my opinions are still very valuable. That’s why Elio requested my assistance for the project which resulted in creation of the machine he wanted us to try out. I won’t pretend that I wasn’t a little bit excited by the opportunity. - he choked on the last words that came out of his mouth. Attitude and energy faded away from his system at the same time, he looked pale, tired and small.  

 - Don’t worry – y/n interrupted, her hands hesitantly leaving his body. - There will be another occasion to do so. For now please try to rest, so your body can regenerate properly, even if you don’t want it to. The sooner we will be able to come back to headquarters the better. - she hanged back for a moment before she spoke up again. - Blade? Are your hands in pain? 

He glared at her through his long eyelashes. She felt her heart skip a beat but tried to repress her feelings for the man in front of her. It wasn’t the right time for such things.  

 - Yes, they are. Sometimes whole my body is in pain. Why would you ask? 

 - If you wouldn’t mind I would gladly massage them for you on the worse days.  - man glared at her in response to such a brash idea – It used to help my mother a bit so maybe it could be of use to you as well. It will not make them work better with your kind of damage I believe, but it might make them less stiff and relieve the pain to some extent. 

 - I will consider this, but if I were you I wouldn’t get my hopes too high. - Blade answered, knowing already he wanted to give it a try, even tho he did not expect it to help in any way.  

She got up and left the room taking hydrogen peroxide and ointment with her. It was a long day for both of them and she felt it in every single one of her muscles. 

 - I take the bedroom, you make yourself comfortable here. See you tomorrow in the morning. - y/n name bid him farewell, walking towards the door.  

 - Sure. - Blade came back to his usual, laconic self. His gaze followed her till she disappeared on the other side of the door. 

***  

Kitchen filled with delicious aroma of freshly made comfort food, a cup of hot tea and snacks found in the cabinet. Y/n was extremely grateful to the last team who used the flat for replenishing food supplies. Could morning be any better? 

As soon as Blade entered the kitchen with only shower towel wrapped around his waist,  Y/n came to a conclusion that it apparently could. His moist skin was glistening, every muscle emphasized in morning light. Where the wound should have been, there was only a scar.  

 - Good morning. Eat this, you deserve it for saving my life yesterday. - she passed him plate with omelette. He took it without a word and sat down. 

 - Don’t mention it. How did you sleep? - He tasted the food and his pupils widened. 

 - It could have been better, but it should be me who asks this question. What about your wound? - she bit her lip. 

 - I told you already. - he rolled his eyes at her. - You don’t need to worry, my body heals itself quickly. Can’t you see? I’m fine.  By the way, y/n? 

 - Yes, sir? 

 - This is fucking delicious.  

His compliment made her way happier than she would like to be. The amount of power this man held over her, truly shameful. There was no time for that right now, they still had things to do. She cleared her throat before speaking. 

 - When should we come back to headquarters? I bet others worry about us.  

 - I don’t think they do, everybody knows I’m basically indestructible. - Blade declared, full of himself. - What kind of bad thing could happen to you while I watch over you? 

 - I mean yesterday it was pretty close. If you were just a tiny bit slower... 

 - Yeah, that’s why I plan to train you myself when we return. I don’t trust nobody else with that. After we clean up get into the car, we are going back this morning.- Blade decided. 

*** 

Y/n stared at him for a few minutes before he sighed and questioned her openly, his attention seemingly on the road ahead. 

 - What is it?  

 - Why did you really open up to me? I know it’s not because of this mission. It’s not in your style. - she played with the hem of her tank top anxiously, now avoiding eye contact with him. 

 - If you really have to know that, the day before you fainted I had a serious talk with Elio. That’s why I knew exactly when to appear in front of his door. - he smirked. 

Arkonian assumed, that this was the conversation she overheard. The one she mentioned to Firefly. She kept that to herself. 

 - In short, he finally saw your future. You are more important than you know, but what matters the most for me is that you truly belong with us, won’t betray us and you get along with the girls. - he gave her genuine smile. It was her first time seeing him like that  and she already knew it was her favourite sight in the whole wide world. - My company is not the most pleasant one and my mental health is on all time low but if it doesn’t bother you, I guess I don’t mind you hanging out with me.  

 - So we are friends now? - her eyes lit up with hope.  

 - We’ll see about that.  

Y/n pouted at this dry response, yet somehow she felt better now, as if the weight of his distrust was taken off her shoulders. The road back home has passed quickly and this time with no complications.  

 *** 

Mission related to sigil got postponed. Elio explained to them, that untill he will be able to identify the reason of his mistake and eliminate it for the sake of safety of everyone involved in fulfilling scripts based on his prophetic credibility, all the missions are put on hold. Such things happened before, very rarely. Usually Elio pushing himself to channel as much information as possible in a short time and overexerting himself turned out to be the reason. Few days of rest were enough for him to get a grip in the past.  

Y/n wondered if that means Blade will return to his previous, cold attitude towards her, but it didn’t seem to be the case.  

 - Well, prophecies are one thing, but don’t you believe I can also think for myself and judge people correctly? - good-looking swordsman grumbled, sipping coffee from the mug he got as a present from Firefly. - I have been roaming known universe for centuries, saw countless lives pass. There is not a single human experience I wouldn’t be familiar with, I have seen it all.  

High pitched sound of microwave’s signal cut him off, with a growl he pulled out two meat pockets from it and passed one of them to y/n. She bit into it cravingly, spicy flavour attacked her taste buds but she wouldn’t want it any other way. Blade sat right next to her at the table. 

 - You were ready to risk your life just to make sure I won’t get hurt, I did the same for you. That's not the way enemies or strangers usually behave towards each other, am I right? - his patience was running thin. - I know I can trust you. I want to believe that. Do you trust me?  

 - I mean, sure, you guys did kidnap me like two months ago... but considering the kind of damage IPC would be able to inflict on entire galaxies if they had monopoly on my gift  I guess I can forgive you. But only because you all did give me a chance to go away if I wished to do so. - Arkonian smiled at slightly ashamed man.  

 - Oh come on, you know what I mean. Do you trust me? - he repeated, his sharp eyes gazing into hers. - Whoever you see when you look at what’s left of me. Do you trust that person? 

Flashbacks from the last few days appeared in her mind. This man protected her from danger, let her touch his body in weak, vulnerable state. He seemed to truly care about her when there was no reason to do so, no profit from it. Most importantly, he bared his true self, broken fragments of his soul in front of her. She answered with full certainty. 

 - Yes, I do.  

 - Why? - his eyes darkened, raw emotion took them over.  

 - Oh, our lovebirds got up already? - Melodic, feminine voice interrupted their conversation. They didn’t even notice when Kafka came to the kitchen, summoned by alluring smell of breakfast. Blade’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. - This looks so good, can I have one? 

  Male scoffed with irritation, but gave her the last meat pocket regardless. 

 - Why are you grumpy like that, Bladie? - woman teased. - You can’t behave all nonchalantly towards y/n when Wolfie has a whole footage of you running through half of our base just to catch her in perfect time before she faints in front of Elio’s office. What a sight! You were like chivalrous knight in hurry to save the honor of the lady of his heart! I’m so glad that part of Elio’s prophecy was correct. - Kafka clearly had the time of her life, while Blade prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. - Have fun you two! - she blew a kiss to her local medium girl and went outside.  

 - If your question still stands I just wanted to say, that I begun trusting you because you were honest with me during our mission and I am aware of how much it cost you... -  Arkonian smirked – but now situation got way more interesting. You are never gonna let me down, right ,,Bladie”? 

 Reference flew over his head unfortunately. In desperate attempt to distract her from teasing him further Blade decided it was his time to ask questions.  

 - I’m glad you appreciate my sincerity. I hope you can be just as frank with me in return. So, some of those things you confessed to me yesterday about your life at Xianzhou...  

 - Yes, dear? 

 - How close was your friendship with this whole... Master Zhang? - he just couldn’t help but be a little bit jealous that this guy got to co-work with her, not to mention in his area of expertise. Blade was sure that if he was still able to craft, she wouldn’t even look at Zhang’s (probably mediocre in comparison) weapons. Obviously, what’s the point of wasting good spells on them if she could bless his masterpieces instead? 

Y/n just rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. His phone vibrated, she glanced at it curiously, knowing it was never locked either way. Message from Elio made her choke a bit on the last bite of her food. 

"Everybody gather in my office immediately, it's urgent." 

[lucitumb1r]

It doesn’t take long for you to find the big, proud CEO of healthcare for America. He didn’t make it very difficult anyway.

You look at his unimpressive figure, sitting slouched behind the desk. The man has been sitting there for the past 30 minutes, and despite it having just passed lunch time, he already has a drink on hand. But then again, suppose he doesn’t have to worry too much about health.

You remove the cover you’d been hiding behind, and the man jumps at your sudden appearance.

You lazily raise a brow at his squeak of surprise as you stalk towards him at a slow pace.

The man glares at you and presses a button on the bottom side of the desk. “Security.” Is all he says.

You stop in front of his desk and lean forward with your hands in your pockets.

“Do you,” You make eye contact. “know who I am?” You keep holding it, staring at him.

“Should I? Based on that shirt I can tell you’re not worth knowing.” He says with faux calmness as he straightens his suit jacket. You drop your head in a chuckle, before throwing it back in a laugh. It continues to get louder until you’re laughing maniacally.

Then, fast as it came, you stop. And look at him again. “I’m not one of your failed patients.” You tell him with a small grin. You revel in the slight hint of surprise that he gives off at that statement, though it feels hollow. As hollow as the rest of that man’s life must be.

“Then why bother me? What? Did someone you care about die?” He waves you off. “I’ll give you 2k if you leave now, or you can get picked up by security.”

You chuckle. “Security won’t be showing up, I’m afraid.” And you slowly walk back to the door. “Smart, you can collect the money at-“ And you lock the door.

“I’m not interested in money either. I want revenge.” There, clear as day.

“For what?”

“I was healing people who needed it. And then, out of fear of losing business, you decide that my family and I no longer deserve to live?!” You bristle as you hold on to the door knob, feeling the cool brass cut into your hand.

“You were a problem. People need healthcare, if they don’t pay their insurance, how can we afford to help them?”

“BULLSHIT. People don’t need YOUR healthcare! Your healthcare needs PEOPLE. And you can afford to help them just fine, you’d just rather pocket the money and charge them double.”

You turn around and walk back over to the desk. Where the man sits, mildly disgruntled. You consider removing his emotions, but then he won’t feel the fear of what comes next..

“You wanted me out of the way so that you could continue making bank on the misfortune of the working class. No attempts at giving anything back unless someone made you.” You tap on the desk twice, mahogany.

“That makes you the upper class.”

“I-“ You cut him off. “You wanted me out of the way so that no one would pay attention to your greed for a little while longer. You have stolen from every patient that came through your doors looking for aid. But you were always living on borrowed time.” You lean in close. “You stole time and life from your patients and robbed not just them, but also their relatives upon their murders, you denied people their rights.” You glare at him as he moves his mouth, but you removed all his sound.

“That, makes you guilty.”

You stop removing his sound but the first thing that comes out is a scream, not a word.

“AAAAAHHI’M NOT GUILTY!!” He screams out in desperation. “What did you DO TO ME?!” He shouts at you, he sounds terrified.

“I remove ailments. That is what you found so threatening. But trust me, I can remove far more than just that.” And you hop to sit on his desk right as he reaches for what appears to be an emergency Glock hidden in the desk.

You remove the bullets as he aims at you, and discovers what you’ve done when the trigger fails.

“How about we remove the cost of your service?” You ask him happily.

He screams again, falling out of his chair in shock as he discovers that his left leg is gone from the knee down.

“Oh, sorry. Missed a spot.” And you remove his arm as well.

He thrashes on the ground, trying to convey his pain by incoherent speech alone. You kneel down besides him.

“There! An arm and a leg. Now doesn’t that feel better?” You ask him sweetly. He screams again, this time in rage as he attempts to hit you with his only fist. You remove the fist, and he screams again.

You tut as you stand up. “Didn’t your momma teach you any manners?” He attempts to kick you and you remove his toes.

At this point the man doesn’t behave in a coherent fashion anymore. “Bet you wish you had some painkillers now, huh?” You ask mockingly. But as his screams continue to fill your ears, you decide to do yourself a favor, and remove his ability to feel pain.

It takes him a few moments to realise that he’s no longer in agony, but once he does, he gets mad again.

“You think you’re a hero?! Torturing me?!” He shouts.

You grab his Glock and remove any faults it could have, including a lack of ammo. You even make sure to customize it to your heart’s content. “No, but you don’t see yourself as a villain.” You remove all alterations done to the man in the past five minutes minus the state of his brain.

The man shakily gets back up, seemingly shocked to have all his limbs back. Then he sees his gun in your hand, and you raise it up to aim.

“I’d shoot your heart, but when I tried to remove it earlier I couldn’t find it anywhere in there. So your head will have to do.”

And you pull the trigger.

Although healing powers are common, yours is one of the strongest in the world. The hit squad big pharma sends manages to take out your entire family but you survive. Now the world is about to find out that power wasn't the ability to remove ailments…it's true nature is to simply remove.

[cdc1345711]

Unlikely Cartoon-Force Scenes

"Steak-Out"

(Alucard,Koro Sensei,Martin Chatterly and Dudley Ding Dong are inside the Team van spying on a suspected drug deal going down as the 2 Look Vigilantly)

Koro: It's been over 3 hours when is this deal going down?"

Alucard:Patience my Friend stakeouts take some time(sniffs the air) what's that smell?"

Martin:Smells like.....HOLY CRAP SMOKE WHAT THE...."

(The 2 look behind to see Dudley using a small grill)

Martin:Uh Dud what the Hell you doing?"

Dudley:Cooking steaks"

Everyone:Why?"

Dudley:Well it's a 'steak-out' so obviously I'm cooking steaks(everyone looks in confusion at him) y'all want some?"

Koro:(munching on a steak) This is a good steak"

Martin:Yeah great job Dudley"

Dudley:Thank you"

Alucard:very well done(looks out the window) I SEE THE DEAL LET'S GO"

(The team calls in for back up as they start driving into the deal)

The End

"Macy's Birthday"

(Hermione and Macy have had a .....'unique' relationship mostly being friends with benefits however it doesn't hide their true feelings especially when one's birthday approaches hence Hermione shopping with Loona, Octavia,Rebecca,Brenda and Fenneko)

Hermione:Thanks again for helping me find a gift for Macy"

Loona: It's cool Hermione"

Octavia:I honestly didn't have much to do"

Hermione:I just want to find Macy the perfect gift"

Brenda: Don't see why you gotta, ain't you two basically friends with benefits?"

Hermione:(Blushes) Well yeah but.... You see..... Everyone deserves a gift for their birthday:

All the Girls:Uh huh"

Hermione:Okay let's brainstorm.... Perfect gift for Macy"

Fenneko:How about a Gift Basket?"

Rebecca:You mean those Fru-Fru baskets with Colognes and shit? Macy won't like that.... Maybe Old Spice I guess"

Hermione:No not likely they irritate his skin(everyone looks at her) hey we sometimes pillow talk, it's not weird"

Fenneko:Anyway I mean like a gift basket with Crap Macy would like, for example on his social account it seems he's a proud soldier,great hunter,loves beef jerky and the majority of his Casual clothes are either sleeveless shirts and flannels"

Hermione:Oh you're right, well everyone let's make us a Macy Gift Basket "

(the gang shops at stores Macy might like, Buying a huge basket and filling it with Flannel,Camo pants,Cool dude shades,beef jerky,ribs,pork cracklins,Cajun spice,a Glock 49 no ammo, and his favorite booze, leading to the girls relaxing and having lunch)

Hermione:What a long day.... Wait where's Brenda and Rebecca"

Octavia:I think they're off getting one more gift"

Brenda:We back bitches(carrying a bag with....)"

Hermione: Victoria's Secret? What did you get there?"

Rebecca:Oh trust us....."

Brenda: Macy is gonna like it"

Hermione:(Looks inside) oh God...."

(Later Macy enters his room and sees the basket)

Macy:What the?(Looks inside and sees the stuff inside)Holy crap someone must have done their resear.... Oh Fenneko(sees roses on the floor)the Hells this?(Follows the trail into his bedroom and sees a beautiful)oh my shit,Hermione?"

Hermione:(Wearing the lingerie Brenda and Rebecca got her)Happy birthday Macy"

Macy:You know you didn't have to go through the trouble for me"

Hermione:I know.... But with all we've been through.... The moments we shared.... I felt you deserved a good present..... You like it?"

Macy:The Basket? Yeah it was great but I see something better here"

Hermione:Haha oh you"

(They both kiss as Macy lifts Hermione up)

Hermione:Whoa big Guy"

Macy:Seems I got one more Present to 'unwrap' heehee"

Hermione:Hey it's your present.... Go wild"

(The two share one more kiss before engaging in incredible yet passionate love making,an end to a good birthday)

THE END

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NOW I KEEP THINKING ABOUT ENEMIES EREMIKA GOD DAMN IT!

Mikasa doesn't know how she's fucked things up so supremely. The situation is so un-Mikasa-like it's ridiculous, in fact it's something Eren would fucking do. And yet, here she is, the phone dialling in her ear as she stands outside the bedroom of the guy she's just fucked, hoping to god Eren answers. "Hello," the voice on the other end is groggy, confused, and fuck he sounds good, voice gravelly with sleep, it's both her biggest comfort and worst nightmare all at once. "Eren," she whispers urgently into the phone, "I need you to pick me up." "What?" He grumbles, sounding like he wants to go back to bed, "Fuck off Mikasa." And then there is a click as the line dies.

Mikasa calls him again.

"Mikasa what the fuck--" She cuts him off this time, "I need you to pick me up you asshole." "Why?" He complains, "We have like a mutual hatred and I want to go to bed." Mikasa sighs, "I umm, I fucked up and you're the only one I can trust."

It's true, he's the only one, they might loathe each other, but Eren is also the only person she can trust with this, the only one who wouldn't open his mouth.

They're a part of the same overarching crime family, both raised to be next in line for the gang leader position, so they've been at odds since they were kids, Ackerman vs. Yeager at every turn. It's widely known that they absolutely hate each other, but at least she can trust Eren, she knows he's never go sideways or purposefully put her in harms way so of course he's the only one she can call now. And as she explains her situation, she's almost relieved it's him, anyone else would have gone back to bed. "So let me get this straight, you're telling me that not only did you sleep with our rival dealer, but you're in his apartment right now and you need a ride home?" Mikasa hisses her response, can he have some urgency, "Yes!" Eren laughs humourlessly, "Well fuck me I guess."

"Are you gonna come and get me or not?" MIkasa prompts and Eren tsks her in irritation, "Yeah, just send me your location." At this Mikasa scoffs, "You already have it." "I'm sorry what?" Eren sputters and Mikasa allows herself a little smirk, feeling smug, "Don't pretend you don't have my location, you stalk me all the time Eren." One too many conveniently timed booty calls had given him away, she has no doubt in her mind he knows exactly where she is at all times.

"I do not!" "Whatever Yeager, I know you have my location in your phone you little stalker." "You know if you want Mikasa you can fuck off and I won't pick you up," Eren challenges her casually and she shuts her mouth.

It's silent for a moment and Eren makes a noise of triumph before groaning on the other line as he wrestles around, probably getting ready, "Let me get my gun, I'll be over in a sec, fucking Ackermans," her curses as he hangs up the phone and Mikasa winces. Leave it to Eren, but at least he's reliable. He pulls up to the drug dealer's apartment looking every inch the rival gang leader he was born to be, driving a discrete black sports car and glaring murderously at her from the driver's seat.

Eren gives her the most unimpressed look as he unlocks the car and she steps in. He's sitting there, looking utterly delectable, black t-shirt tight around the strong set of his shoulders, legs encased in dark jeans, his hand grasped loosely around the steering wheel. He looks like a handsome mobster, even more so as the steel of his eyebrow piercing catches the light, his glock resting casually on top of the console, like he was prepared for a drive by shooting. She doesn't doubt he probably was. "Really Mikasa?" He asks, his face pinching up in disgust, "This asshole?" "It was an accident." One she doesn't want to repeat, especially when there's a much better look accident right next to her, a much safer bet, because although her and Eren might hate each other, might be vying for the same title, at least he's from the same crime family.

He makes an irritated noise as he puts the car in drive, peeling into the street, "If you're gonna fuck up so massively at least just come to my place next time, you'll save us both some time."

She wants to retort back but he's not wrong, at least Eren is a mistake that's safe, one that she can always make and no one will fuss about.

[bunnykawa]

i’m better than you! (oikawa x f. reader)

summary: If there was one thing Oikawa hated more than geniuses, it was your boyfriend.

a/n: thought about oikawa with a glock and it had me feeling some type of way. so here’s 6.2k words of what’s been in my head. also if you love iwa-chan, i’m deeply sorry. (btw someone replied to my last fic saying they were gonna move to the states with iwa-chan and...yeah that was funny cs this was sitting my drafts) 

warnings: 18+, yandere themes, implied character death, mentions of blood/gore, GUNPLAY!!, violence, noncon/dubcon/rape, little bit of exhibitionism?, mentions of cheating, brief mentions of stalking, abusive language/cursing

Oikawa didn’t know when it started.

It could’ve been the first time he ever saw you in school, so quiet and shy, with a pink tinge across your face when you glanced in his direction. Or it could’ve been the first time you spoke to him, with a little tremble to your lips as you struggled to form the right words that would leave a lasting impression. Maybe it was when he started noticing you were always attending his volleyball games, cheering on your school with a big stupid grin on your face.

Or maybe it was a mixture of all these little moments that made Oikawa feel what he felt. It didn’t matter what started it. All Oikawa really knew was that he was so in love with you. 

You ended up spending so much time together and blossoming such a beautiful friendship that others didn't expect to happen. It was a dream for him—seeing you smile and laugh, not caring about how you looked. And when you would tease him, it would make him laugh rather than upset him. Yes, he loved you for that. He loves everything about you. From the way you fiddled with your fingers when you had nothing else to do to your weird outbursts when you get excited. You were nothing like the girls who threw themselves at him in hopes of getting his attention. 

Often times, after you would hang out, Oikawa would pull down his pants in the privacy of his bedroom and desperately fist his cock until thick spurts of white would shoot onto anything that he was able to steal from your room from all the times he came over to your house. A picture, a shirt, his favorite pair of panties that smelled so deliciously like you, one of your socks that he wrapped around his length as he fucked his hand—absolutely anything he got his hands on that once belonged to you—was enough to have him dizzy with lust, desire, and love.

You became everything to him. If he was ever able to hold you close with his own fingertips, he would be able to die happily. He would even suffice with just a sniff of your hair while you’re actually awake instead of when you’re dead asleep in the middle of the night and he sneaks into your room through the window you always forget to lock. You couldn’t know that, though. Not like he would have been able to make a move on you so soon to make you completely his anyway.

But he would do anything for you. You were his best friend after all.

So when for the first time ever in your close friendship, you suddenly show up to his house unannounced with tears running down your cheeks and shamelessly throwing yourself into his arms, Oikawa was frozen in place for a second. 

“He cheated on me, Tooru,” you sobbed into his chest. Oh...all he could do was hold you close, bring you inside, and kiss the top of your head lovingly as your shoulders shook.

“It’s okay, Princess. Let it all out. I’m here,” he cooed.

And, wow...you smelled so good when you were awake. So sweet and pure. Absolutely beautiful...

So why the fuck would he cheat on you? 

Oikawa was angry. He was so angry he could laugh at how incredulous the situation was to him. How could he willingly treat you like shit?

After letting him take you away so easily, so Oikawa was forced to resort to pretending that he wasn’t devastatingly in love with you. After being forced to trust him with your heart, convincing himself that he would never hurt you. After having to deal with the fact that every single moment that you shared with Oikawa, that made him fall so deeply for you, was also shared with him. After hearing you scream his name at every single volleyball game you ever attended instead of "Go Tooru!"

It was true—you really were nothing like Oikawa’s fangirls. You didn’t love Oikawa like the fangirls loved him. Never yearned for Oikawa like how his fangirls did. 

You loved Iwaizumi, the former ace of Seijoh and the target of most of Oikawa’s sets. And you broke poor Oikawa’s heart every single time he witnessed a loving moment between you and Iwaizumi. He didn’t understand. He was taller, maybe even more cuter, just so much better than Iwaizumi. So why didn’t you choose him?

That’s how you ended up here; shivering in fear on Iwaizumi’s bed as he sat on the swivel chair he usually kept in his bedroom. Iwaizumi's hands and feet were tied together and the ghost of a blue bruise was forming on his right eye. The rest of his face was slightly swollen and there was a smudge of dried blood under his nose. Whenever you glance up at him, he was staring down at his hands in guilt, shame, and maybe anger and pain. But he made no move to try to get out of his restraints. It was no use.

Can we talk? Come over soon.

You received that text from Iwaizumi's number, assuming it was him. Anxiety-ridden and curious, you came to Iwaizumi's house, wondering what he could possibly say after hurting you so bad. The door was unlocked so you let yourself in, but you didn't expect a shirtless Oikawa—your best friend ever since you met him—to be sitting on the couch looking as relaxed as ever with Iwaizumi's phone in his lap. The little dry splatters of crimson liquid that kissed his skin were easy to notice.

As he led you to Iwaizumi's bedroom, your heart was pounding. And when you saw Iwaizumi in such a disheveled state, you were frozen in fear. Oikawa forced you to sit down on the bed, and you would've started screaming for help—you could've, but a metal handle sticking out of Oikawa's pocket caught your eye.

"God, I fucking hate you. Ever since you got with (Y/N), you’ve made it so hard not to rip your skull apart.”

Oikawa was standing a few feet away from Iwaizumi. A million thoughts ran through your head and every single one of them was wondering how this happened.

When did your best friend become so violent?

And when the fuck did he own a gun?

"I know. I made a goddamn mistake," Iwaizumi grunts in pain, "It's over now. We're not together anymore so-...so you don't need to be doing this dumb shit."

Oikawa laughs loudly, "That's not the point, Iwa-chan! The point is you hurt her." He's clenching and unclenching his fists in anger.

"I said I fucking know!" Iwaizumi barks. He was breathing heavily, his chest was rising and falling deeply.

Oikawa's face forms into a deep scowl. Suddenly, he pulls the black pistol out of his pocket and strikes Iwaizumi's cheek with it, making him jerk his face to the side, before pressing it against his temple. Blood drips from the side of his mouth from the sudden impact.

"Tooru," you whimper. You were shaking so bad, trying hard to stay as calm as possible in case he would try to turn the gun on you. The sight of blood made you feel sick. This whole situation was disgusting.

"You're lucky I haven't blown your brains out for stealing my girl. But hurting her, too? I should fucking shoot you right now." Maybe Iwaizumi was scared, just like you. One pull of the trigger and he would be gone in an instant. But he also looked so furious, with his jaw clenched and his eyes ablaze.

"Then shoot me, Shittykawa. Fucking do it," Iwaizumi taunts him, "Let (Y/N) see how fucked up you are. Traumatize her."

Oikawa pulls away and presses the pistol underneath his own chin in thought, before he carelessly waves it around as if it was just a toy. Every single time he moved, you jumped in your seat and your heart beat eratically. He was unpredictable. "Fuck that, I don't wanna kill you in front of (Y/N) yet. I'd rather blow her back out than blow your brains out first."

His words send a fearful shiver down your spine and makes your skin crawl. You’ve never seen this side of him before—never even expected him to be like this.

Iwaizumi growls, "You're sick."

"I'm not sick, Iwa-chan. I'm doing what's right for my girl," he said firmly. He spun the weapon between his fingers.

"She's not 'your girl.' She was never your girl!" Oikawa and Iwaizumi continued to argue, as if one of them wasn't holding a gun capable of killing everyone in the room instantly. “If this is what you consider right, then you’re just a fucking psycho!”

Why did you have to be here? In between this mess?

You cover your face with the collar of your shirt, crying and trembling with your heart threatening to pound until it jumps out of your chest and leaves you dying. The thought of someone just... getting their life stolen in the hands of someone else right in front of you was destroying your mind. Somehow, even if this was all Oikawa's twisted idea, it felt like it was your fault. 

"Tooru, I don't wanna be h-here. I... I don't want you to kill him..." you hiccup through your tears. Without you noticing, he slowly walks towards you so that he's directly in front of you, watching you break down. “I wan-wanna go h-home.”

"Put the fucking gun down, dumbass," Iwaizumi warns him.

Looking up from your shirt and desperately brushing away the tears as they fell, you're faced with the muzzle of the barrel pointed straight at you, only a mere few inches away from your terrified face. Behind the pistol was, of course, the man you thought would always protect you.

"Oikawa," Iwaizumi snarled, "Don't you dare fucking hurt her. Are you crazy?"

"Shut up, Iwa-chan! Since when did you ever care about her like I do?" Oikawa snaps at him. You stay focused on the shiny barrel of the pistol.

You could die right now. Right in front of your ex boyfriend and your soon-to-be ex best friend. Bleeding with your brains on the mattress you once shared with the man you spent a whole year loving.

All because of Oikawa.

"Why, Tooru?" you ask in a cracked voice, struggling to swallow the lump in your throat.

Oikawa smiled at you, "I'm gonna make this right, okay? I won't hurt you. I just...follow what I say, okay, Princess?"

“I don’t-” you gulp hard, trying to find your voice, “I really don’t understand any of this. I-...I hate this. I don’t wanna die. Tooru, I’m so-...I-...nng?”

The muzzle is delicately pressed between your lips suddenly, nudging your soft lips apart and cutting you off mid-sentence. You inhale sharply as you stare into Oikawa’s brown eyes, surprised and terrified of his sudden action. It throws you off guard, your body going rigid at the thought of dying at this very second.

What would your parents do? Is anyone even gonna find you? Will Iwaizumi survive? Since when did Oikawa hate you so much that he wanted to stick a gun in your mouth?

“Suck.” 

Wait, what? 

The fear on your face is instantly replaced with bewilderment. Suck? What does he mean suck? You stare at each other, the confusion evident on your face, but Oikawa couldn’t stop smiling evilly. 

“Suck on it, Princess,” Oikawa coos. Is he being serious? Even Iwaizumi, ten feet away and tied up, is looking at him as if he was an alien.

“You heard what I said, (Y/N). I won’t hurt you if you listen to me.” When you don't move, he pulls the gun back only to cock it. Your breath hitches in your throat as he places it back on your lips. "Put those sweet lips around my pistol and suck on it. Make it pretty.”

“What the fuck?” breathes Iwaizumi, gawking at Oikawa’s odd demand. 

With the sound of Oikawa cocking the gun fresh in your mind, and fueling your desire to live, you hesitantly wrap your lips around the gun. You start sucking on it, flicking your tongue against the underside of the barrel and slowly bobbing your head around it as you maintain eye contact with Oikawa through your blurry vision. It wasn’t cold, surprisingly, but the feeling of the metal in your mouth made you wince. You’re squeezing your eyes shut, ignoring your tears and trying to think of the weapon as something else.

Oikawa says nothing, his gaze never leaving you while you take his gun as if it was his own cock. The only thing flashing through his mind is that this view is absolutely perfect. Your saliva leaves a thin coating on the barrel every time you pull your head back, just to nibble on the muzzle and swirl your tongue around it, only to let half of the barrel disappear into your mouth again—and it leaves a satisfied feeling in his lower stomach seeing you attempt to submit to him so you could live. 

Slowly, he starts pushing it deeper into your mouth, almost to the back of your throat, and you recoil before he can reach that point, grabbing onto his hand that was holding the gun with both of your weak hands. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts in a disappointed tone, “I wanna see you take in more, Princess.” Instantly, you force yourself to relax your throat to let him invade the rest of your mouth. You hold your breath as he hits the back. You’re still trying to bob your head along the weapon, relying on your nose to give you the air that you need.

There was something really fucked up about this whole situation. A red tint is flushed across your face when you glance over at your ex boyfriend, watching you intently. He’s disgusted, that’s for sure—but when you look up to make eye contact with Oikawa, he’s far from disgusted. And it’s easier to tell, because when you trail your gaze to his lower half...

He’s rock hard—bulging from beneath the fabric of his sweats, sweet smile on his perfect face, absolutely no shame in his erection from getting his pistol sucked.

Iwaizumi always knew he was fucking weird.

But there’s an odd, yet familiar sensation, in your lower stomach—a warmth that you know all too well that only happens when Iwaizumi touches you—that makes you clench your thighs and flutter your eyes shut. Looking up at Oikawa, there’s no doubt that he knows what you’re feeling. A small smirk finds its way across his lips. 

Iwaizumi didn't know you were fucking weird, either.

Yeah, that’s what’s fucked up about this situation. Why was this turning you on, too?

Oikawa suddenly pulls the gun away, leaving a thin string of saliva following your lips to the harsh metal for a second until it disconnects. He leans in, making you hold your breath, and his lips find yours.

Soft—that’s the first thing you think about when he connects your lips. “Kiss me back,” he murmurs. 

So, you do. He feels foreign to you, strange even, and you feel quite awkward kissing him when you never even thought about kissing him before. You were beyond flustered. Despite being in such a stressful situation...he’s gentle. The tip of his tongue trails along the opening of your lips. As a habit, you part your lips and allow him to enter your mouth. 

You’re still scared. Your heart is beating so fast. Your breathing is labored from the anxiety sitting heavily on your chest.  But Oikawa is strangely calm. In fact, if he wasn’t moving against your lips right now and lapping at your tongue with his, he’d be smiling and laughing at Iwaizumi’s face. I’m kissing your ex girlfriend!

And Iwaizumi couldn’t do anything except stare. 

You push your hands against his bare shoulders to pull away. “Tooru, stop it,” you gasp out, “Hajim- Iwaizumi is right there.” You didn’t want him to see you like this. You didn’t even wanna see him in the first place after coming home to find him with another girl.

With his face close to you, he harbors a blank expression. “So, would you rather...do something else?” You pause for a second, remembering that he has a gun that’s a few inches away from you, and you reluctantly nod your head. His expression changes—a small smirk and softer, relaxed eyes, an indication that he definitely has something else in mind. Regret starts to fog your mind, but you also can’t help but be curious.

“What are you planning, Shittykawa?” Iwaizumi asks in an irritated, strained tone. He even sounded a bit...jealous? Was he actually jealous? You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

Oikawa tilts his head to the side to shoot Iwaizumi an evil smirk.

“I’m gonna fuck your ex girlfriend, Iwa-chan. Right in front of you.”

~

You never thought you'd be in this position.

It's hard to fully take in the situation when you literally feel like you're about to pass out from anxiety and all you want is for everything to be calm. At least go back to the way it used to be or how it should be—spending the rest of your time with Oikawa while eating tubs of ice cream and watching movies until you pass out together.

Instead, you're shaking like a leaf while straddling his thighs, fully exposed, soft skin pressing against his. Oikawa is completely bare, too, and while you always admired his athletic ability and perfect body, you didn't wanna see him like this. Not at all. Especially when his finger is still lazily sitting on the trigger of his pistol with it still pointed towards you, challenging you to do something so he can pull it.

It's that mischievous glint in his eyes that make you tense up the most. You want to be angry. You have every right to be, you think, but it's so difficult.

You're trying to cover up your body with your arms, holding onto the small amount of pride you have left, but it's no use when Oikawa is constantly looking you up and down. At the same time, you're trying to avoid looking down—his cock was sitting upright, hard and pulsating and...bigger than you thought he would be.

Way bigger.

"You can give it a little lick, Princess. If it'll make it easy for you."

You bite your trembling lip, shaking your head side to side, "I don't...I don't feel like it, Tooru." Oikawa moves to place his free hand on your waist, trailing his finger tips up and down, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Just try it, baby. I won't bite," he muses, "Or would you rather I-" He picks his gun up higher. That small, annoying smile seemed to never leave his face because he knew the power he had over you at this moment.

"No," you quickly interrupt him. A chuckle vibrates in his chest at your response.

"I think I need to take care of you first, hm?" Before you can disagree with him again, he's sitting up to grab your hips. He flips you both over so he's above you. He opens your legs and lifts them up so your thighs are pressing against your stomach, exposing everything to him. You’re embarrassed, covering your face with your hands. 

“Let’s see your face, Princess. Don’t hide,” he insists, “You’re so pretty. I wish I could’ve seen you like this sooner.” You have no choice but to let your hands fall from your face. Oikawa looks so happy. In the corner of the room, Iwaizumi is muttering something under his breath with a flushed, bruised, and bleeding face. 

Oikawa runs his fingers along the skin of the underside of your thighs before placing his palms on each. He was still holding onto the weapon. It’s pressing against one of your thighs. Why did everything feel so cold? 

You flinch when he leans down towards your heat to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe up your slit. Oikawa stifles a groan at the taste of you. This was what he wanted since the first time he met you—an opportunity to make you his. He wraps his lips around the little sensitive nub at the top of your cunt and sucks on it. 

“T-Tooru,” you softly whine in uneasiness. You’re not sure if Oikawa can hear the distaste dripping at your mouth, but he keeps sucking and lapping at you as if you were the last thing he would ever eat. “I really don’t like this, Tooru. This is so embarrassing...”

He looks up at you, locking eyes with you as you silently beg him to stop. He removes one of his hands from your thighs to probe at the entrance of your pussy with his thumb. Your heart drops to your stomach when you hear the familiar slick of your wetness and he spreads it around with the pad of his thumb. “You don’t seem to be that against it, (Y/N).” 

Of course you’d be wet—he’s licking and playing with your cunt. When would he understand that?

You gulp nervously, “I don’t want this, Tooru. Please.”

He hums to myself, seeming to be deep in thought as always, before he mutters, “Oh, I know what you want.” You’re confused for a second, but he moves his other hand to hold the pistol at your entrance and...what the fuck?

What the fuck?

“No! Tooru!” you gasp, moving to sit up. Oikawa quickly pushes you back down by your chest. He’s pushing the gun inside you, slowly, but surely—and you feel every single rough patch and texture on the barrel, breaking through the rings of your cunt. “No, no, no!” You’re trying to reach for him, to stop him before he continues, yet he’s able to hold you back with one arm and pushes the pistol inside your pulsing heat, stretching you with the hard metal. It’s an uncomfortable stretch because of how stiff it is. You can already feel the trigger guard pressing at your asshole from how much he filled you up.

You swear Iwaizumi whispers a “holy shit” from his place.

“This is what you wanted, hm? You wanted to get fucked by my pistol?” Oikawa coos in a sickeningly sweet tone. You’re shaking your head, bracing your arms against the bed sheets and chewing on your lip. No. This can’t be happening. “I saw how you reacted when I let you suck on it, Princess. Bet this sweet pussy was already dripping the second I put it in your mouth. I never knew you were so dirty.” He wanted to laugh. The view from between your legs was incredible. He’s glancing at Iwaizumi, who is trying very hard not to look.

“That’s not true!" you gasp. Oikawa continues to pump the gun in and out of you with slow and deliberate strokes. You hate that you feel every single ridge and dent. He leans down to give a few licks at your clit. You’re suppressing a moan in your throat, because this shouldn’t feel good. Every single time he snaps it back into you, you’re gasping for breath. The walls of your cunt are clenching around the thick barrel and it’s hot—you’re heating up from the unfamiliar object forcing its way inside you, forcing you to react. Forcing you to take it in even if your brain is screaming for mercy.

“I know you better than you know yourself,” Oikawa mutters, “You’ve been mine since the beginning. I just let him have you.” This time, you’re biting down on your fist as he continues his assault. This wasn’t the Oikawa you met and became best friends with; this was an absolute monster. Maybe this was who he was the whole entire time—a liar, a master manipulator, a delusional psychopath who couldn’t understand the chemicals behind truly loving someone. 

But that doesn’t matter right now because fuck—the consistent strokes of Oikawa fucking you with his pistol felt good. The tiny moans you’re letting out proves everything, even as you try to hold them back. It’s so hard to stop your hips from bucking against the hard metal, even harder to stop that stupid fire burning in your pelvis. God, you’re about to fucking explode.

It doesn’t feel good, you’re trying to convince yourself. This is assault. This is rape. This doesn’t feel good. You’re not turned on, you’re just terrified if he pulls the trigger—

“Let it out, baby. The gun’s still fully loaded,” he whispers against your lips with a smirk, suddenly lifting himself up to press his forehead against yours. His words were ringing loudly in your ears, reaching every single nerve in your body. You part your lips in shock, your legs are shaking violently against your chest, and your eyes are finally rolling back into your head. A loud moan erupts from your throat, high-pitched like a scream. Quickly, he connects your lips and forces his tongue inside.

Fuck.

Fuck. 

It almost hurts with how tightly you’re clenching onto the gun still inside you. But it’s one of the best feelings that you’ve ever felt because you’re cumming. You’re actually cumming. Your pussy is hot with so much shame, but you’re still gushing juices, soaking Oikawa’s hand.

You’re cumming on a fucking gun.

The room is silent as you’re coming undone. Iwaizumi is dazed, obvious from the look on his face as he’s staring at the place between your legs and the wet spots soaking the sheets. Oikawa stands upright on his knees, and you notice that his pelvis is wet from your juices. How embarrassing. How utterly fucking embarrassing. He’s pulling the gun out of your cunt and raising it up to his face, examining how your cum is running down to the handle. 

Oh, that’s really satisfying. He could take a picture right now, but he didn’t want to waste anymore time. 

"Cumming just from my pistol?" Oikawa chuckled, "So fucking dirty. I love it. I could get you pregnant right now. Pump you up with my kids, would you like that?" 

“Fuck’s sake, Shittykawa. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Iwaizumi speaks up all of a sudden. Oikawa simply scoffs at the other man before pulling you closer to rest your thighs against his hips. 

You wheeze, completely out of breath, “No, Tooru. I’m done. I need to leave.” With the palms of your hands against the mattress, you weakly try to pull yourself up and away from Oikawa’s grasp. 

“I said I was gonna fuck you, didn’t I?” Oikawa hums, pulling you back against his hips and placing his tip at your entrance. You wanna move away, and you really try to by moving to scoot away from him, but you feel so weak. He’s still holding onto his disgustingly wet gun—wet from you. Has he even put it down at all? 

"I never break promises," Oikawa sighs, with a big smile on his face, "And you’re so beautiful, (Y/N). How did I ever stop myself before? I should've taken you even if that fucker was still with you."

You’re trying to protest. You’ve been trying all night, but Oikawa is so persistent with wanting his revenge—revenge that you never even wanted. But he’s also thinking that this is it—this is the stepping stone of becoming the object of your affection. Not Iwaizumi, the man you loved and who cheated on you. Not anyone else. Just your best friend.

His hands are gripping onto your hips as he arches your back for his hips to meet yours. It’s another uncomfortable stretch as he pushes passed the fleshy walls of your pussy with his throbbing cock. You’re already wet—he has no struggle sinking into your pussy—and the squelching sound your wetness makes and the sharp whine that you let out in response to his movements are music to his ears. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “You’re tight, Princess. I thought Iwa-chan was fucking this pussy every night before.” 

It seemed like Iwaizumi wasn’t in the room at first, even if you were hyper-aware of that fact and it made your whole body become flushed. If you could hear his thoughts right now, he would most definitely be thinking that this fucking sucks. There’s a crack in your voice when you let out a low moan at Oikawa finally sheathing you on his cock. 

“How is it? Bigger than Iwa-chan?” he teases you. He pulls back only to dive deeper into your wetness. The feeling of his cock sliding against your walls makes you tremble. You’re so sensitive from how he fucked you with his gun less than five minutes ago, it’s a surprise that you haven’t passed out from the extra simulation he’s giving you. 

“Shut up,” you groan, looking off to the side. When Oikawa is comfortably settled between your folds, he leans over you to brace his hands on either side of your head. Instinctively, you wrap your small hands around his biceps as he slides in and out of you, squeezing desperately. 

Oikawa cocks his head to the side. “You don’t want to admit it, huh?” He suddenly snaps his hips sharply against yours, jerking your whole body upwards. “You don’t need to say it. I know how you feel, anyway.” It fucking hurts. His cock is longer, thicker, and going deeper than his gun was.

“How would you even know how I feel, Tooru?” you ask in a shaky tone. The anxiety never seemed to go away. Maybe you kept quivering because of your new-found fear of the brown-haired man above you, or maybe it was because you can still feel Iwaizumi burning a hole through you—he probably realized how much he hated you because if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t be sitting tied up in his own home witnessing his friend rail his ex girlfriend.

Oikawa knew, though, that it was because you couldn’t fight the way your nerves were responding to how he touched you.

“Because if you didn’t like this, you wouldn't be under me right now,” he says lowly. With his hands gripping the sheets next to your head, he forces you deeper into the mattress with his body weight. The gun next to your head would’ve made you nervous, but you were too focused on the way Oikawa’s cock was drilling into your pussy like he was trying to leave an imprint of himself there for you to remember forever.

Every time he thrusts into you with all his strength, you’re gasping and moaning, gripping onto his biceps that flexed so deliciously as he filled you up completely. Your body was betraying you, writhing beneath him, basically begging for him to give you more. To make you cum one more time from just his cock.

“You really think this is funny, Oikawa?” Iwaizumi growls. You tense up at the sound of his voice—the anger dripping in his tone. “Basically raping my ex girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” Oikawa purrs, “It’s so...satisfying.” He’s building up his pace, and pretty soon he’s pounding into you with such a force that you’re struggling to let out moans and end up up letting out breaths of air and whiny squeaks. “Especially since she likes it so much. Right, (Y/N)?” Your eyes are rolling back at the sensation—you’re not even trying to deny it at this point. No matter how fucked up or disgusting you look right now, you couldn’t escape Oikawa and you couldn’t stop your pussy from sucking in his cock hopelessly like he belonged inside you.

“I fucking hate you.”

The area on your pelvis is undeniably hot now. Sweat was appearing on your skin despite being fully naked and exposed to the cold air in Iwaizumi’s bedroom. Oikawa is consistently snapping his hips into yours while you’re trying to control your own hips from trying to buck into his. Trying to hold onto what little sanity you have left before you’re ultimately forced to let go on his veiny cock.

Oikawa is your best friend—was your best friend, you don’t even know anymore. Fuck, he’s evil, giving you a warm, welcoming smile with a gun laying next to your head and ravaging your insides at the same time. This isn’t normal. But damn did this feel so fucking good.

You’re crying now, the tears running down your cheeks in a steady stream. Fuck Iwaizumi. Fuck Oikawa’s gun. Fuck the insecurity, feelings of worthlessness, and guilt that you’ve had inside you for the past few weeks after your failed relationship, crying into Oikawa’s lap every single time. Fuck everything. 

Only his name is forming at your lips, accompanied by wails of pleasure. You’ve never felt like this before, not even with Iwaizumi, who you thought would be the only person making you cum until you’re stupid. 

“F-fuck, Tooru,” you manage to gasp out. All your muscles are clenching involuntarily. It only makes Oikawa groan, your pussy unbelievably squeezing even tighter around him, pulling him inside you.

“Are you okay, my baby? You gonna cum all over my cock?” 

Your head is spinning and you just want it to stop. All you’re thinking about is how roughly Oikawa is fucking into you and the pleasure he’s bringing in waves washing over you. He’s not even touching your clit—the base of his cock is just hitting your swollen nub every time he thrusts inside of you, letting tiny shocks run through you.

“This is my pussy now,” he growls, “I’m gonna fuck this. I’m gonna stretch out this little cunt every day and you’re gonna let me, right? You’re gonna let me fill you up with my cum, too?” 

Let go, every sensor in your body is screaming.

"C'mon, Princess. Tell me. Tell Iwa-chan how much you love my cock inside you. Tell us how much you wanna be filled with my cum," he grins as he shoves his length into you roughly. He nudges your head to the side and attaches his lips to the soft skin on your neck, sucking and biting at the area. You arch your back off the bed and you don't hold back anymore—you're chanting his name, finally, begging for him.

"Tooru-mmm, please," you plead, "Fuck me, please! I'm...I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum, Tooru!"

Then Oikawa lifts himself up, bracing himself on one of his arms before bringing his gun against your lips again. You don't hesitate to stick your tongue out, letting it in your mouth this time. God, he could fucking cum at the sight of you willingly sucking on his pistol, swirling your tongue over the metal surface. He won't shoot, he just wants to see you submitting to his gun and his cock like he's a king.

It's taking everything within you to not pass out from violently twitching and spasming on his cock, letting your juices squirt all over him once you open your mouth to cry loudly. His gun is still pressing into the base of your throat, so your scream drawls out into a choking noise. Oikawa is letting out a string of curse words—your juices are coating his skin and spraying all over his cock.

Your thighs feel so sore, and you're a sputtering mess as he pulls his gun away from you. It's covered in your saliva. Oikawa is lifting himself up, panting heavily, observing the erratic movement of your chest and the red flush of your body. He doesn't bother to pull out of your convulsing cunt. Why are you still trembling like that?

But it's okay. Oikawa is so happy, so pleased. You were such a good girl—he knows for sure that you finally accept him and want him.

“Hey, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa sang with delight in his tone to catch Iwaizumi's attention. Damn, you completely forgot he was still there.

Oikawa is finally upright on his knees, leaving you sweating on the bedsheets. Iwaizumi looked up, cringing in disgust and fueled with anger and envy from watching Shittykawa himself take your body so relentlessly as you were cumming beneath him. Oikawa lifts his arm, pointing the shiny metal weapon towards the other man in the room. He was still throbbing inside you, enjoying the feeling of you still twitching gently around his cock from your orgasm. With half-lidded eyes, you look up at him weakly, suddenly admiring his toned, muscular body and the sweat glistening on his abs. You're not sure if he came inside you, but the wetness escaping your hole and the feeling of his length twitching, too, is more than enough proof that he probably did.

"What do you want now, you fucking asshole?" Iwaizumi snarls.

The words that come out next are so snarky, filled with hate and arrogance. "Just wanted to let you know that I’m better than you," Oikawa sneers, "And I don't shoot blanks."

He finally pulls the trigger. The sound of a gunshot is piercing the air and Oikawa jerks slightly from the recoil. Then it's completely silent. Your thighs are still shaking, you’re still struggling to find your voice, and your brain seems to be focusing through the haziness. He leans down to give you the sweetest kiss, as if to say that everything will be okay now. The smell in the air was suddenly pungent—a mixture of sweat, sex, gun powder and...blood? Holy shit.  You're screaming now.

Holy shit, Oikawa.