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[pinkavtomation]

Some kind of strange insect

Original sketch under the cut

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Can you write more Adam fics plz there so freaking good

Benefit of the Doubt PT.2

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff to Angst to comfort, General Adam TW’s, Reader lowkey-highkey has a complex about being loved, Panic attack (I’m not even sure if this is correct term or not), Adam is afraid of heights (makes sense in story) This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader (Y/n is once again not used lol)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 3136

A/N: Hi! I’d like to Thank you all for the love and support on Part 1! It means a lot that you all enjoyed it as I loved writing it! I’d also like to apologize for this being a week late, I honestly had 0 idea on how to start this one and then a bunch of stuff in my life happened, so it was a mess.

So as an apology I tried to make this one longer than the first! (I seemed to go a little overboard but it’s fine)

Anyways I hope you all enjoy part 2 to ‘Benefit of the doubt’ and as always, if you do, please tell me if want another part in replies/requests/DM’s!

Proofread but of course could have missed something

Tags: @tired-of-life-86

To think love could feel this good.

You were made for it, to give it, receive it… You’ve waited your entire existence for this love, This closeness. It doesn’t even feel real now, even as you’re walking down the golden lined streets of heaven with his arm wrapped around you, all while you’ve been showing him around. The best places to eat, entertainment, or just a nice park. You made sure to show him all of it.

He kept his wings tucked to his sides, the gold contrasting with the white of his robe. The feathers at first glance looked sharp, but now, being so close to him, you could see each of them individually and how soft they must be.

“Hey Sweetcheeks, my eyes are up here”

You jump slightly “Sorry… Adam.” You avert your eyes away from him and focus them in front of you.

Adam laughed “I didn’t say you had to fuxkin’ to stop”

His wings truly were beautiful. It was hard to keep your eyes off them. Adam had only got to heaven recently, it made you wonder if he had the chance to use them yet. You remember when you were first created, wings took forever to get used to. You crashed and fell so many times before you figured out how to use them

Properly.

“Ok seriously, you keep staring, what the fxck is up with you?”

“It’s nothing, just…. Have you tried out your wings yet?”

“Uh, yeah totally, they’re rad as hell” Adam’s voice drifted off, the LED eyes of his mask looking away from you as you both walked. Was he… lying? Why would he lie?

You quickly walked in front of Adam, leaving his warm embrace, gently you took his hands as your wings picked you off the ground. The gust of wind with each flap softly blew around you.

“Well, come on, it will be faster than walking.” Your voice was soft and airy. Slowly, so very slowly, you lifted yourself higher from the ground, Adam’s hands locked firmly in yours, as he was pulled with you in the air.

“W-Wait a- shit- Wait a- motherfuxking second“ Adam yelled strand after strand of curses as you both lifted further and further into the air. His body flailed and his legs kicked against nothing. You pull him to you, his arms quickly snake around your waist, holding on for his dear After-life.

“Adam… did you lie to me?” Your voice was still so soft, so calm, so sweet.

“Fuck- yes I lied, I’m sorry, so put me the fuck down you crazy asshole-“ Vulgar as ever, his voice had fear in it, the LED eyes were forced shut and his grip around you was getting tighter and tighter.

Your arms wrapped around Adam’s head as you laid back, letting The wind breeze from the air pull and push you along its path with your wings soaring through the clouds..

“Adam, it’s ok, I promise you’re fine, all you have to do is open your eyes.”

You pet the back of his neck trying to sooth him which seemed to work after a few seconds. Adam didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to open his eyes. But the longer he kept them close, the more you would whisper soft words of encouragement to him. Eventually, his eyes slowly but surely opened.

“See? There is nothing to be scared of. I’ve got you.”

You hold him closer in your embrace. Adam looked below, the white vastness of heaven’s clouds beneath you both felt unreal, but as amazing a sight it was, Adam’s grip on you didn’t loosen.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t know how to fly yet?” You laugh a little, rubbing a spot on his back, just between his wings comfortingly.

Adam huffed and looked away “oh! I couldn’t fxcking see that!”

You held him close to you. The embrace seemed never ending, and you loved every second of it. Feeling the warmth of his plump body next to you was like a dream come true.

“Here let me just…”

You moved your hands slowly down his arms, caressing the soft flesh as they moved to eventually be at his hands behind you. You began to leisurely undo the grip he had around you.

“What do you think you're doing-“

“Shhh, relax, just trust me, ok?”

With each finger being removed from you, the grip lessened bit by bit, until eventually his hands were fully in yours. Your face leaned closer to his,

“Come on, just give your wings a good flap, trust me.”

“Ugh…. Fine but I swear to god if you let go-“

“I won’t.” Your voice was firm, yet still remained reassuring.

Adam didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to. But what other choice did he have? He gruffs and extends his wings from his body. The wind brushed and tickled at his feathers. The way the light hit them caused a glare of gold to be cast from them, enveloping you both. Then, he gave two hard flaps of his wings, he lifted up slightly before quickly falling back to where he was.

“There you go! Now keep doing that.”

Adam continued, his wings slowly pushing him up and up before being sent back down when he stopped. This repeated for a few minutes until he finally got a grip on it. The entire time, you were laughing. Pure unadulterated laughs of joy.

Truly, to think love could feel this good?

“See? You're a natural!”

“Of course I am! I’m the Original Dick, obviously I’d… be good at this… flying… shit.” With all the parading he was doing he kept forgetting to use his wings causing him to fall. ‘A natural’ may have been an overstatement on your part, but hey? At least he hasn’t fallen flat on his face yet!

Gently, you led him through air, giving him reassurance every few feet you flew, never letting go. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Before you knew it a brisk orange sunset encased you both with its hue. That’s when you realized just how long you both had been flying.

“You must be tired with sightseeing all day… I think it’s time we go home and rest, yeah?”

“Home?” Adam’s voice sounded for a moment genuinely confused. Had he not been told he’d have a place to live in heaven? As much respect you had for Sera, you’ll have to file a complaint to avoid this with future souls.

You gripped his hand and opened your wings letting the wind lead you through the clouds and above the city. The angels below look like ants at the height you both were. It was peaceful, the flight back home. But it did seem… off? So… quiet? You couldn’t put it together, at least not at the moment, But Adam hadn’t spoken a word since you both left.

Adam, while yes, he was initially confused, it made sense to him, why wouldn’t heaven have a place for its people, a place for each of them to relax, to feel safe, happy, at home.

Home was such a weird word for Adam. Has he ever felt like a place was his ‘home’? The closest thing to it was the Garden of Eden but even that proved to be anything but a home for him. Ever since that snake entered his garden.

No. He can’t think about that now. He doesn’t want to have to think about that again. But oh-do thoughts love to worm their way back into your mind when you least want them to. He’s snaps out of his thoughts when your voice picks up

“Ok, we’re here! Just get yourself settled in and I’ll go make us something to eat. I didn't really know what food you’d like so I mainly just have junk food… I hope that's ok.”

Adam nods his head nonchalantly

You smile, waking him over to the small, plush couch in the living room and handing him a blanket and some pillows. Telling him to wait a second as you fetch some food, leaving him alone.

Adam thought your house seemed welcoming enough, ‘well… our house’ Adam thought. The living room was dark aside from a few luminous lights around the room as well as the small blue gleam from the windows from the night sky.

The couch was comfortable and the pillows just as much. And the blanket you gave him was soft and warm. This really was heaven, huh?

His thoughts are, once again, interrupted by your voice, “Ok here we go, I’ve got snacks and some soda” you say, handing him some of the many food you ravaged from your fridge and sitting beside him, wrapping yourself in the shared blanket.

Grabbing the remote lying next to you, you flick on the TV flipping through the channel before ending on a cheesy sitcom, you keep the volume low wanting to enjoy any conversation with Adam. Except… he never started one. So that’s what felt off.

The entire time you flew back home, got snacks and found something to watch. He hadn't said a word. You may not have known him long but even you had already picked up that he was an advid talker in a conversation.

“Is… everything ok Adam?” You whispered, not want to scare him with your random words.

“What kind of question is that, I’m fxcking fine… I’m fine.” His voice trailed off at the end almost getting as quiet as yours.

“Are you sure cause-“

“I said I’m fuxking fine!” His voice roared through the dark room. Gritty and callous, but you could tell it was meant to hide something. Something he didn’t want you to see.

“I’m sorry…” you paused. What did you want to say from here? What could you say? You took a deep breath and tried to continue. “I… I know I said this earlier… when Sera left.”

Adam’s LED mask looked away from you half shut eyes and a frown forming a scowl on it, but still he let you continue.

“But I’m going to say it again anyways cause… I mean it. I’m really happy to have you here. To finally have you home” you place your arm around Adam’s back rubbing it soothingly as let your head slowly lax onto him, gently cuddling close to him.

That word again… home. That’s all he could think about ever since he first heard you say it. Why? Why couldn’t he get it out of his head? His breathing was becoming unsteady with each new thought and image his brain made. Lilith and Eve, they were made to be apart of his home, for him to be apart of their homes. So why? Why did it end that way?

Suddenly Adam leap from the couch as fast as he could, the shear force knocking you to the other side of the couch, sending the food to scatter and drinks to spill to the floor.

“Adam!?” Your voice was frightened at the sudden movement. Adam looked just as frightened as you, at least from what you could tell through the LED mask. He suddenly began running, where? he didn’t know, the rooms in the house looked the same. But all he knew is that he needed to be away from you. You followed quickly behind him and pleaded for him to tell you what was wrong, but eventually he ran into a room and locked the door.

He looked around, already out of breath. He was in a bathroom. He felt his knees give out under him as he tried to slowly sit down by the tub. His breath heavy, it was hard to breathe, this stupid mask. He needed it off. But just as he went to do so,

*rattle rattle rattle*

The doorknob began to move followed by frantic knocking on the door.

“Adam! Are you ok?!” Your voice pleaded through the wood of the door.

“Fuxk- I'm fine! How many times do I have to tell you that shit” his voice cracked a few times followed by a strand of curses leaving his lips.

Home. The word repeated like a mantra in his head. Like it was mocking him. Was he not meant to have a place he called a home? To have someone to return to, who would tell him “welcome back!” Without even being told to?

Lilith hated him, Eve betrayed and hurt him like no one else before, ever. They were made to be with him, one was literally made to be his other half. The garden, his home, was taken from him because of something, someone he couldn’t control. it all comes back to him. That albino snake in the grass.

Lucifer, ‘The dreamer’… was this some sort of game to him? To toy with his emotions, treat him like some kind of plaything to mess with, to screw over? What kind of life was it? To have every opportunity and opening be broken down by him, And Adam being powerless to stop it?

“Adam! Please open the door!” Your voice was even more frantic now, knocking every few seconds before it quickly quieted down. Your body slumped against the door.

“Adam… I’m sorry if I hurt you or… or if I was going too fast… I didn't mean to… I’m so sorry…” your breath hitched with tears.

And then there was you.

You have been nothing but kind to him since you met him. You showed him around heaven, taught him how to fly and welcomed him home without having being told to. You were so different. So, so very different. Adam figure that out a while ago now. But in reality, it’s exactly why he was terrified.

To have someone who loves him so... unconditionally.

*click*

The sound of the door unlocking drew your attention and was followed by it slowly opening from Adam on the other side, still on the floor.

“Adam!” Your voice was low, already tired from crying. You crawled your way toward him before stopping in front of him, tears still falling from your face, “I’m sorry Adam, I’m sorry-“ you were cut off by a quick movement.

Warmth enveloped you, clouding your senses as a soft weight laid onto you. Arms wrapped their way around you in an embrace.

“Shit- it's not your fault, it was never your fault…” Adam’s voice was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his regular tone. Sincerity evident with each word. All you could do was hide into his large frame and cry at the words.

Adam was never good at comforting people. He himself was never comforted, so the concept was more than a bit foreign to him. But even still, he tried. Slowly he helped you both up from the bathroom floor and made your way back to the couch.

The floor was covered in the discarded food you both left behind. The spilled soda is now dried and sticky. Crumbs everywhere.

“Here.. let me get a mop and broom-“

“No just sit down, I’ll clean up the shit I made” you lay down on the couch and watched as Adam swept and mopped the mess from the floor. The entire time the silence hung in the air by a thread. Neither of you wanting to be the one to snap the string and speak.

Finally Adam got done cleaning the mess and made his way to the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to come closer. Crawling over to him, he wrapped the blanket around you both allowing you to snuggle into him.

“Do…” your voice barely audible “Do you want to talk about it?”

Adam looked hesitant but nodded.

“You know about everything, right? About… what all happened in Eden?

You nod against his chest content on listening.

“When… When Lilith left me, I thought I didn't care as much as I did. I thought she was a bitch and that was that. And it didn’t help that as soon as she left, I got Eve…”

He paused

“Then, when I found out about that shit between Eve and Lucifer… I didn’t care then either, but I didn’t understand why…” his voice hitched “but when I ate that damn apple… I realized how hurt I should have been. All the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil, learning all of it through that fruit, I realized one shitty truth… that the one I loved betrayed me.”

You hugged him tighter softly, your hands caressed his stomach as some form of comfort before he continued.

“For the same person- Both of them for that snake…”

“Adam… I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“And that’s why… I’m scared. Scared that I will fuxk up again and get… attached to you. Because every. single. time. He ruins it. And I don't want to see that happen with you.”

Your heart ached for him, the saddening look of his LED mask as he talked only furthered your emotions. Slowly your hands made their way to his face, he looks at you confused, your fingertips crept under the mask before his hand shot up and held your wrist slightly, carefully not holding it too tight.

“Sorry fuck- I’m.. I’m not ready.”

You smile and nod understanding “Adam. I love you… with all of my heart. And I would never do what those two done to you. “

Adam thought for a moment deciding what to say.

“Promise?” was all he could think of, his voice, mind, and body were all too tired to speak more about it.

You slowly remove your hands from his mask, instead taking one of his hands into yours.

“I promise, I would never betray you, let alone talk to that man” ever-so lightly, a soft golden glow burned between yours and Adam’s hands, the gold flame was warm and comforting to both of you as it rose and grew in strength.

From the flame, a string wrapped and warped itself around both yours and Adam’s pinky fingers. The string tightened and loosened as it moved, before finally melting away leaving only two solid gold rings behind, One on Adam’s finger and the other on yours.

“What the hell was that?” Adam’s voice was filled with bewilderment

“A deal- or I guess a promise. In this case”

“Shit, You didn’t have to do that-“ this time it was your turn to interrupt him. You bring Adam’s hand to your lips, and give a kiss on his newly formed ring before lying down and cuddling into Adam.

“I know.”

For once in his life, Adam felt at ease with love. How easy it was to fall for you.

Is this what home feels like?

[dollfacefantasy]

Meant to be Broken ♡

pairing: corrupt cop!naoya zenin x fem!reader

summary: on your way home from work, you accidentally hit naoya zenin with your car. you believe you're in huge trouble when you find out he's a police officer. luckily (or unluckily) for you, he has a few ways you can make it up to him in mind.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, dub-con, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), degradation, car sex, misogyny (it's naoya lol)

word count: 3k

a/n + tags: comm for the bestie @nexysworld @gor3-hound picture of naoya by @/sso_s__ on twt

Your fingers thrum against the steering wheel as your car glides along the road. You match the beat of the music playing in the background. It's a good distraction for you. It was a nice enough day out, but your mind wasn't as sunny and serene.

You'd had a shitty day at work. You woke up late and got shit from your boss for it. Your computer wouldn't log in, so you had to work at the outdated one towards the back of the office under a drafty vent. On top of that, you had a killer headache. You really just wanted to get home.

The sun was setting over the horizon in the distance, the sky a pretty hue of pink. You take it in while making the turn into your neighborhood. Only a few hundred yards till you could pull into your garage and walk into the comfort of your home. You just have to get down one more street.

You're making the final turn on your route. You can nearly feel the soft fabric of your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt when there's a blur in front of your windshield and a sound thud against the hood of your car. You slam on the brakes as fast as humanly possible, jerking yourself hard against the seat. Whipping the car into park, you sit there for a moment. There was no fucking way you just hit someone. If asked, you would swear on everything that no one had been crossing.

After a couple moments, you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out. Your movements are a little slow, simply for the fact that you're still questioning if this is some kind of joke.

You round the front of your car and gasp at the sight before you. You'd actually hit someone. A man lies crumpled up near the bumper, writhing in pain.

"Oh- Oh my God. Are you ok?" you ask him. You rush over and crouch behind him.

He turns to face you, and your heart drops. His face is stained with scarlet, blood oozing from a cut on his forehead. He's got a nasty scowl aimed at you too.

"What do you think?" he snaps. You're pretty sure you hear him grumble something about how of course it was a woman that hit him, but you can't be sure. Your pulse is pounding in your ears too loud to focus on mumbling.

"Jesus, I'm so so sorry," you say.

"Instead of wasting your time with apologies, you could try helping me up," he says.

"You're right. My bad. Here," you say, offering your hand. He takes it but doesn't stop glowering at you for a second.

You help him to his feet again. Once he's stable, he lets go of your palm and wipes it on his pants. A bit rude, but you supposed you deserved it.

"Are you hurt? Could I take you to a hospital or anything?" you ask. 

You try to sound as sweet as possible. He could be as pissy as he wanted, you were just praying to any higher power you could think of that he wouldn't sue you.

He simply rolls his eyes at your question. Your cheeks burn, and you awkwardly avert your eyes. You notice he'd dropped his wallet on the asphalt, so you reach down to retrieve it for him. Once you pick it up, your blood runs cold. Inside the wallet is a shiny silver star. A police badge.

Panic runs through you. The last thing you needed was a ticket, let alone a criminal charge. Your eyes dart up to him. He's wearing the smuggest grin you'd ever seen.

"Officer. Sir, I am so so sorry. Again, please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you. It was my stupid mistake. I swear, I'm normally a super safe driver," you say.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "It's cute how you little girls try to get out of trouble once you see how helpless you really are," he taunts.

You're speechless. If he was going to be like this, you were truly fucked.

"Don't tell me that's all you have for an apology. I've heard better from a mute," he says.

"I really didn't mean to hit you. Please, I'm just having a really bad day," you start timidly, but he cuts you off.

"Stand up. You look like a bitch begging for scraps down on your knees like that," he says, flicking two fingers to beckon you up.

You rise quickly at the command. You hated obeying a total asshole like him, but he held so much in his hands right now. There was nothing to do but follow along.

"There we go," he says and brings his hand to your face. It runs down your jawline to your chin. He tilts your face around, getting a look at you from all angles. "You're cute. No wonder you hit me."

Confusion flickers through your eyes. "What's that mean?" you ask as non-confrontational as you can manage.

"Well you know what they say: a pretty face or a brain, women don't get both," he mocks.

Now it's your turn to scowl. You can't even help it. The expression shows itself before you have the chance to hide it. Your previous mindset shatters in a matter of seconds.

"I didn't hit you cause I'm a woman. I hit you cause you darted into the street," you say.

His eyes brows raise with amusement, and the urge to bicker with him dwindles inside you.

"Really?" he asks, "Are you high then? Drunk maybe? Those are the only other reasons why you'd make such an egregious error."

Internally your blood pressure rises, but externally you keep it cool. "I promise it's neither. It was an accident. I just didn't see you," you explain.

"An accident? I don't know if I believe that," he tuts, "Before you said mistake. That could imply some intention."

"Accident and mistake mean the same thing," you dispute with a little desperation.

"I don't know... changing your story, cause to suspect intoxication, arguing with an officer. Things aren't looking good for you. I have reason to write you up at the very least," he chides.

"Please don't," you practically beg, "I'm sorry for arguing, but I swear on everything that I'm not on anything and it was absolutely not my intention to hit you with my car. Please there has to be something I can do."

That grin from earlier spreads across his face again. "I suppose there's a few things you could do. Don't think we should talk about them in the middle of the street though."

"Oh um, did you want me to pull my car to the side of the road?" you ask.

"Sounds like a good start, don't you think?" he asks.

You nod and quickly turn around to hop back in the car. Alone in the interior, you let out a shaky breath. You had a feeling as to what was coming. It wasn't ideal, but you guessed it was better than hundreds of dollars for a ticket or thousands on bail. Maybe he didn't get laid often with an attitude like that, and you could make him cum quick.

You drive a little way down the street before putting the car in park again. It crossed your mind to speed off and drive away, but you'd bet your life he had your license plate by now. You let out a final deep sigh before the backdoor opens, and he slides into the car.

"Get in the back with me," he says.

You obey again, opening your door and transferring to the rear seats of your vehicle. You look over at him with a mix of apprehension and annoyance. It entertains him all the more.

"You look like you know what I want," he says.

"I have a pretty good guess," you say, your voice quiet compared to his.

He leans in closer to you, nuzzling the side of your head and taking in your scent.

"You get yourself in this kind of situation often?" he asks before nipping at your earlobe sharply.

You wince and pull away slightly. His hand comes up and keeps your head close before you can move too far away though.

"No," you scoff.

"Good," he chuckles.

Despite his pretty face, everything about this moment is absolutely vile. He teases your ear and down your neck with a mixture of his lips and teeth. Simultaneously, his hands slide up your body to fondle your breasts. He gropes the mounds haphazardly, digging his fingers into them a bit too hard.

"You got nice tits, I'll give you that. Think I should've frisked you first," he whispers, "Maybe taken you back to the station for a strip search. Though then some of the other guys would've wanted a turn, and I don't like sharing my toys."

You scowl and look in the other direction. He was repulsive, but at the same time, some heat was beginning to pool in your belly from the combined touches of his mouth and hands. Though just as you're coming to enjoy the sensations, he takes them away. He pulls back from you, his hand going to the hardening bulge in his pants instead.

"I wanna try out that cute mouth first. I know there's a better use for it than talking," he says.

He's quick to undo his fly and whip his cock out. He gives it a few lazy strokes. It's pretty like everything else on him, the head already starting to glisten with pearly white precum.

He smirks at you taking in the sight. "What're you waiting for? I don't have all night."

Reluctantly, you get on your knees on the bench and lean forward. Your fingers wrap around the lower half while your mouth engulfs the top portion. The salty liquid spreads over your tongue, and your eyes flutter shut.

You hear him grunt from above you. One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head and pushes you down a little more. You suck him deeper, laving your tongue against the underside of his cock.

"There you go. Take it," he moans quietly.

You tune him out and begin to bob your head. Soft slurping noises come from your mouth. Your hand lazily strokes the base. He was long enough to give you a little challenge but not thick enough to present a real struggle. You pick up a little speed, still wanting this to be over as quickly as possible.

He hums with satisfaction and relaxes against the smooth leather seats. His head tilts back and a low, whiny purr leaves his lips. You give his dick a gentle squeeze and suckle on the tip, letting some of your drool dribble down to his balls.

His hips buck up at the onslaught of sensations, and you gag a little. The noise isn't too loud, but he hears it. His eyes glow with desire at the thought of making you do it again.

His hands find their place on either side of your head. He acts as if he's guiding you at first, but he doesn't have the patience to truly ease you into having your face fucked. Before you can really register it, his hips start to thrust upward. His tip rams against the back of your throat, his shaft sliding between your lips over and over.

You give him what he wants and gag again. Spit seeps from between your lips onto his length. Your eyes water as he forces his cock as deep as physically possible.

"Think your throat was made for this. With lips like yours, it has to be," he mutters.

He keeps going, using your mouth as his fleshlight for the next minute or so. Your nose is nestled against his pelvis before he finally yanks your head off and sits you up again.

You're a bit dizzy when you're upright again. It's a relief to get a full breath of oxygen without the obstruction of him in your throat. He laughs quietly at the dazed look on your face, your teary eyes, and your saliva-coated lips.

"You liked that, hm? Think you needed it more than I did," he mocks.

You don't give him any indication either way. You're occupied with your vision coming back into complete focus.

"Now, face down ass up for me," he commands.

You go to move, but then pause and stare at him.

"In the car?" you ask uncertainly.

"Yes, in the car," he says, "It's cute how you ask that as if you have a choice."

"But- but why? I could make you cum if you lemme use my mouth a little more," you offer, but he shoots you down.

"I don't want your mouth. I pulled you off for a reason. I want a taste of that pussy before I cum. If you know how to give a blowjob like that, you must have something worthwhile between your legs," he says.

It's hard to fight off the heat creeping to your cheeks after hearing that. But you still don't move just yet.

"But someone could see... that's more obvious," you try to reason.

"Yeah? And what's anyone gonna do about it besides live with the knowledge that you're a slut?" he asks.

Just like that, you're really reminded of what this situation is. You flip over and pull down the clothing on your lower half to expose your cunt to him.

A whistle comes from behind you. You feel his hand come up to cup one of your ass cheeks. He drags his thumb up and down your folds, feeling the small amount of arousal that had collected there from giving him a blowjob. He dips the digit inside for a moment before pulling it out again. He just wanted to hear the sweet little noise you'd make. He wasn't disappointed by the whine he received.

"Are you on the pill?" he asks.

"Mhm," you hum.

"Clean?"

"Yes," you scoff.

Your attitude amuses him. It doesn't discourage him from rising to his knees behind you in the slightest. He balances himself on the seats before nudging his tip at your entrance and sliding in. The both of you moan and groan at the feeling.

Your nails claw at the seams of your seats as he sinks all the way in. He grabs your hips and makes sure you can't squirm away. He goes in until he bottoms out, completely wrapped in the warm wetness of your tight heat.

He doesn't give you time to adjust before he begins thrusting. He starts rocking right away, chasing his own pleasure like it's running from him. Your cheek rubs against the leather as he bumps you back and forth. You can tell the car is shaking from his movements, you just hope it's not too obvious to anyone who passes by. Though it wouldn't really matter. Even if they didn't see the car's motion, they'd surely spot the silhouette of the man in the backseat.

"Fuck," he whines, "You're tight. Think this might feel better than that mouth of yours."

You simply mewl in response. His cock was sliding deep, reaching all the little spots that didn't get as much attention as they needed. Your breathing turns to panting which only makes Naoya thrust harder.

"There you go, puppy. I knew you'd like it. This is what you're good for," he says as he continues pistoning himself inside you.

You try to hold in your shameful moan, but it slips out anyways. Your toes curl and your eyes flutter shut, rolling back behind the lids. From above, Naoya continues speaking. You're pretty sure he gets off to the sound of his own voice.

"I could've fucked you right in the middle of the street and made you thank me for it," he grunts, "You would've done it too, you little whore. Knew from the moment I saw you that you'd let me do anything I wanted."

You whimper because in a way, that was partially true. You gasp as you start to get closer. He smacks your ass hard while he continues rutting into you.

"Dumb slut. Not so concerned with people seeing now that you're about to cum, huh?" he taunts.

Shaking your head in agreement, you press your cheek further against the seat. You'd have preferred if you could at least maintain the story that he didn't make you cum, but it didn't seem like that was going to be the case. And honestly at this point, you felt too good to care.

He knows that he's getting close too. He can feel how his dick is pulsing with the need to empty his balls, fuck you full of his load.

He goes faster, gripping your hips strong enough to bruise. He's going so fast that it's like a blur. That's what pushes you over the edge. You clamp up on his cock which in turn causes ecstasy to spike through him and drag him to the finish line.

The two of you cum in tandem, you gushing on his cock and him stuffing you with his release. Even with your disdain for him, being fucked full of cum gives you the warm feeling of satisfaction. By the time he's finished, you're practically a puddle in your backseat.

He pulls out quickly, not caring to let you adjust to the emptiness as you would have preferred. He doesn't rub your back after or tell you that you did good. Doesn't let you curl up to his side or stroke your head. He simply pulls his pants up again and wipes the sweat from his brow.

He glances at your fucked out state. It brings him nearly as much satisfaction as his actual orgasm had, seeing how totally ruined you were.

Patting your ass, he scoots to the door and steps out.

"Have a good night, miss. Make sure you watch out for any pedestrians on your way home," he says, imitating a professional tone.

And with that, he’s gone, leaving you to scrape yourself back together.

[u-n-lucky-being]

𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰

Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

INFJ x ENTP

Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, threats of torture, threats of murder, mentions of murder, threats of rape (nothing explicit, I promise), mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, this was supposed to be a oneshot but I think it will end up having at least three parts :’) hurt no comfort (comfort in the next parts), I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: INFJ had been stupid enough to trust the wrong person, and now was paying the consequences. Not only was her life at risk, but also the entire cause she had been fighting for. All because she allowed herself to be fooled by someone’s lies… but, perhaps there had been some truth in them. For ENTP everything had gone according to his and ENTJ’s plan, except for the fact that he now regretted everything. Willing to right his wrongs, he decides to start a new, riskier plan.

(Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)

(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)

(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)

A/N: Ok, so this started as: “Oh, people suggests using the MBTI cognitive functions to built a more realistic character” went into “Haha some people has turned the MBTI stereotypes into characters; how cute”, then “And they ship them? I mean, weird ig, but ok…”, to “;-; why am I getting invested in these ships?” and somehow ended up here :D (Seriously after the biggest writer block of my life my brain decided to pull an allnighter to plan out and write THIS?) Just wanted to clarify that this is based on the MBTI stereotypes and tailored for the role I assigned them in this story, so please don’t feel offended if you happen to have the same MBTI as any of them but would never act like them. The same thing about shipping- I’m just shipping the stereotyped-characters. With all of that said… I have NO idea how I ended up with this angsty mess but… hope someone out there will like it I guess. English is not my first language so I apologize if anything sounds funny. Feel free to leave any feedback, as it is very appreciated.

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There she was. Vulnerable, defeated, humilliated, but above everything else: hurt.

As she laid in the cold floor forced to kneel to the king, she realized that she really did not care about the bruises on her body, nor the ones on her ego- but the ones on her heart seemed hard to ignore.

ENTJ laughed softly as he rosed from his throne, slowly approaching her “Are you sure that this one is the one who has been causing us so much trouble? She doesn’t really looks like it.”

To INFJ the voice that replied sounded as cold as the floor under her. “She is the one. I made sure to confirm it myself.” said ENTP; though she refused to raise her head to see him, she could hear the familiar smirk on his face.

Stupid. She had been so stupid. She had been the perfect spy because she was able to enter into any fortress while being a fortress herself; she gained anyone’s trust easily, but she trusted no one.

Except that she let him in. She trusted him.

For what? He played her at her own game and now…

Whatever had happened to her or would happen to her did not matter, not really, but the future of those who had depended upon her was at risk because she failed.

She would not fail them twice.

“How many days do you think it would get to break her?” asked ENTJ while she heard his steps getting closer “Two? Three days on the torture chamber?” ENTJ’s feet suddenly appeared in her eyesight and she lifted her head to look at him in the eye. Defiant. She felt pathetic, weak and dumb but as hell she would show it to him.

He laughed again, “Oh, she’s fierce nonetheless.” Taking her chin forcefully with his hand to look better at her face, he added “and pretty too. I could even think of different ways to make her scream other than torture.”

She swallowed hard and turned slightly paler at that last part; his grin widened “What is it, love? Are you more scared of the promise of pleasure than that of pain?” he chuckled letting go of her chin only to place his hand with more force on her neck “Perhaps we might actually consider a different form of interrogation for this one.”

INFJ felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She would rather death. She would rather the most painful torture than what this man infront of her was implying.

A sharp metal sound suddenly broke the silence, and though she could not move her head to see what had happened the voice ENTP quickly followed said sound.

“Pardon me. So unusual of me to be this clumsy.”

ENTJ eyes swiftly moved from her face towards the place where she knew ENTP stood. After what seemed to be a silent conversation between the two, the first one scoffed “Yeah; unusual” and let go of her neck, finally allowing her to breathe again. He had not been using enough force to block her airways, but pure terror had stopped her from breathing at all.

After the man returned to his throne, he looked at the girl on the ground once again. Despite of the slip of fear she had just had, she took once more the mask of cold defiance she had initially borne. ENTJ smiled almost sarcastically at that.

“We will attempt our usual route of interrogation first. If that doesn’t work… I might have to get creative.” this time she didn’t let it show how those words shook her to the core “Take her to the cells.”

And after that simple order two pair of hands that she had known to be behind her forced her to her feet and took her out of the room. As they did she cast one glance at the person who had put her on this position.

He looked back at her. Those eyes she had loved were now the most horrific sight she could find in this whole castle. She had truly believed that he loved her back, that he understood her as much as she had known him, that she had finally found someone to rely on. But now, she knew that he had lied, that she had not known him at all, and that she betrayed herself as much as he betrayed her by daring to let her guard down.

Her heart still ached, but it wasn’t because of his betrayal. It was because the person she had known, had loved, had given her trust to, was but a fantasy. This man that was looking at her, she did not know. She definetely didn’t love him, and now was wise enough to know better than to trust anyone. This man had handed her to her death, and perhaps worse things than death, as if she was nothing to him; but at least she could say that this stranger was nothing to her as well.

Once his face had been gone from her sight she repeated those last words as many times as she needed until every part of her body, mind and soul believed them.

That stranger was nothing to her.

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He was not used to the intoxicating sensation of fear.

He had felt fear in his life and for his life, of course, it was a common thing to have under the commands of people like general ENTJ. But for him, those were rare instances; as if he had always been too brave or too stupid, and had somehow become almost inmune to it.

Almost.

“So, are you gonna explain yourself or do you want me to guess what was that back there?”

They were in ENTJ’s chamber. The royal chamber. Five years ago they had seized power from the last king (may he rest in pieces) as general ENTJ had convinced himself that he had not been fit for the throne and that what the nation needed was a stronger and ambitious leader who actually dared to be the change this nation needed. Many believed him to be right, ENTP being one of them. The financial situation from before was enough to move sufficient men and women towards their cause, which ultimately lead to their success.

But of course, there were those who were against this. Their motivations of various kinds. Many of them guided merely by the fact that this new political climate did not benefit them; very few others talked about justice and laws and actually meant it. Whether caused by the first or second group, the whispers that called ENTJ a tyrant began spreading soon enough. Nonetheless, it didn’t really matter, as it had been easy to keep them all under control, one way or another. At least, until a group of rebels began causing them trouble two years ago.

And that’s where ENTP’s and INFJ’s stories intertwined.

ENTP made sure to act as he usually did. Carefree, witty, slightly smug. And that was his exact expression when he answered to his commander and king “What? About my slippery hands?”

“As if I was stupid enough to fall for your bullshit.” Despite ENTJ’s calm expression he could tell he was not calm at all. “You dropped the same knife I gave you after slitting the old king’s throat. Tell me, honestly, could you really consider such thing as an accident?- Should I be worrying that one of my trusted circle is threatening me?” despite his tone remaining neutral, ENTP could hear the warning behind it, telling him to be careful of what he was about to say next.

ENTP chuckled softly and threw himself over one of the chairs of the room. Relaxed. He needed to be relaxed. “Fine. I admit it. I dropped the knife on purpose. Though it being that especific knife, was not.”

Now it was ENTJ’s turn to chuckle. Whether he believed that last part or not was out of ENTP’s knowledge. “So, I was right.” he uttered “Tell me, did you felt jealous of me touching your little pet?”

His expression remained as carefree as always, but ENTP could feel the ice slowly expanding through his chest. “You got me wrong, my friend.” He spat “It was not about who you were touching or who you were threatening. It was about what you were threatening her with.” ENTP sat a little straighter and allowed some of the ice within him to come out as he said “We are not the type to do such things. Have you forgotten? Or maybe power already started to mess with that head of yours?” Though a smile remained carefully placed in his face, there was nothing warm or friendly about it “Perhaps you are starting to believe those who call you a tyrant.”

“Perhaps you are forgetting who we are dealing with.” the King replied back as coolly. ENTJ turned his back to ENTP and began examining the papers that laid over his desk, “That girl has been informing about every move, every decision, every plan, that we have made for the last years. She is the reason we have been dealing with so many issues. She is the reason that pathetic group of insurgents became an actual threat to us. She is the reason we have been unable to move forwards with our plans of expansion. And she might be the cause of our downfall if we are not careful now.” His voice slowly grew more bitter as he spoke. “In case you also forgot, we might not be tyrants but we aren’t fond of playing by the rules; are we?” he asked rhetorically turning to face him once more, “Even when their little insurgence is not half as capable as they believe it to be, we still need the support of our neighbor nations if we want to keep our own afloat; at least, till we are strong enough. They might have not turn against us after we took the power, but if they realize that we are not as fond of following their dear proceedures and codes as they are, they might. If proof of some of our moves gets leaked, we are done. We cannot let that happen before we are ready.” He declared vigorously.

ENTP did not overlooked how ENTJ insisted on talking in plural. The message was clear: if ENTJ could be considered a tyrant, so could he. And if ENTJ would go down, so would him. “But you already got the girl locked up.” he pointed, attempting to return to his more casual attitude “She won’t be an issue any longer. There’s nothing to fear. So I still don’t understand the reasoning behind your threats.”

The commander actually laughed at that, though there was not any trace of joy found in it. “You, my friend, can be very smart. But sometimes you are just as stupid.” He proceeded to explain, “First, and the most obvious reason, is that she still holds valuable information. Information that not even you could get out of her. Names, hiding spots, plans, perhaps there might even be another rat between us; she will know all of that.”

“So your justification of becoming worse than an animal will be to get information out of her.” ENTP retorted; the same ice from before threatening to come out once more.

ENTJ almost laughed again, “You fool. It is not about what we actually do to someone. Is about what they fear we might do.” he smiled almost simpathetically to him “Don’t trouble your mind, I won’t lay a finger on her. But, I need her to fear I might if she refuses to cooperate during the interrogations.”

Whatever kind of relief the first part of that sentence might have given ENTP was quickly extinguished by the last. He knew what interrogations in this castle were. Even before they took power, their nation had always been known for the severety of its treatment towards those who dared to act out of line. That’s something that the revolution took advantage of when they first raised: they were the first group in decades that dared to publicly go against the crown despite of the possible consequences; in the eyes of the people they were brave and determined, and in the eyes of their enemies they were indomitable and impredictable. Once they had become the ones in power, ENTJ decided to use such reputation in his favor, so he continued with the tradition.

There were lines they won’t cross, of course, like what he had just been complaining about to ENTJ; but that didn’t mean that the route towards those lines was not a painful, bloody one.

And his imagination had already started to turn against him by imagining INFJ in each one of the probable scenarios he knew would happen. The same fear he had constantly been in since she had officially become a prisioner, slicing him inside out. Not even the times he had feared for his very own life could compare.

But, relaxed. He needed to appeared relaxed.

“Very well then, its good to know that my friend is still a man and not a beast.” He forced himself to appear curious rather than terrified “But what is the other reason?”

ENTJ smiled slightly more earnestly at him than he had been doing during their whole conversation “I need her to make an example out of her- and just killing her won’t be enough. Like I said in the throne room, I need her to break.” The commander approached a little chess set he had placed on a small table, and took one of its pieces in his hand. “She is the first important player we’ve caught from the insurgent group. You yourself know firsthand how much they relied on her. Even the leaders. If we just kill her, they will make her a martyr; that would be like adding fuel to a fire. But,” slowly he placed the piece back in its place “if we show them that we can turn one of their stronger players into a mere shell, ready to crack under any pressure,” he grinned and looked ENTP directly in the eyes “we will finally begin to crush that rebellion to death. If we manage to display her publicly in absolute despair, that same despair with spread across the other rebels and begin to kill their cause inside out. After that, we can kill her.”

'Make an example out her' he had said, but by that he had meant to make a show out of her misery.

Fear. He was still not used to this sensation and he hated it. Just like he had started hating the man infront of him with every particle of his body. Just like he had hated himself since he brought this upon her.

ENTP knew that he was no innocent; he had done as much if not more of the pulling of the strings behind the curtains during their rise to power. And ENTJ was right; they had not exactly been too ‘correct’ in their ways. But, he had always believed that the ends would justify the means. That what they have done wrong could be righted by the good that it would cause eventually. Nevertheless, time passed and ENTJ and the rest of his followers had just become more cold, more bold, more vengeful- at first justifying themselves saying that it was necessary measures to ensure respect, then blaming the insurgeance and the need to end it for their merciless acts.

And the worst part was… there were still no results. The economy remained in shambles, crime rates kept going up, the people was still miserable, and now more than ever fear ruled over everything. But either delusion or actual curruption kept them settled in their ways, while still predicating the same speech that had first convinced people to put their trust upon them.

He had remained blind to it all during most of it- or well, perhaps not blind but unwilling to see the truth. Unwilling to see what power was turning their cause into, a cause that he was sure had began with good intentions. He lied and convinced himself that eventually things would turn right.

But after getting to know someone from the other side- someone who taught him that fighting fire with fire would never not lead to just more smoke and ashes, and that the only way to right a wrong was to make it right to begin with… He could now see.

Yet, it had been too late at the moment to keep it all from coming to this. And he feared that if he took a misstep right now it might become to late to keep INFJ from encountering the fate ENTJ had just described for her.

After staring at ENTP for a few seconds ENTJ added “But… it seems I’ve misjudged how possessive you’ve become over the girl.”

Sometimes it surprised ENTP how easily his insides could go from iced bitterness to scorching rage. It also surprised him how good he could be at feigning indifference. He scoffed “As if. I already told you I don’t have any particular interest on her. She was fun to toy with, nothing else. She’s yours to do as you please.”

ENTJ continued staring him down, as if trying to get the truth out of him. But, after a while he simply nodded and said “Very well then. That’s good to hear, because I figured that she might be more compliant if you are in the room during tomorrow’s interrogation.”

His heart sunk in his chest, but he did his best to remain on his role “I doubt that’ll work. If anything her hate for me might make her harder to work with.”

The king sneered “Oh, does that means she is fond of me?”

ENTP replied “Her hate towards you is… general, my dear commander. As if she hates you, but not you, but rather the idea of you. But me,” he smiled smugly despite how those same words he was about to say cutted deeply through him “I am a personal issue.”

ENTJ turned to his desk once again, “Maybe you are right; but I’m actually relying on those strong feelings for you. Whether that’s love or hate or both, strong emotions always make someone easier to manipulate.” He moved his face only enough to look at his subordinate directly in the eyes as he said “You will be there tomorrow.” It was an order, not a suggestion, so ENTP knew better than to argue against it.

“Fine, we’ll see if your plan works tomorrow.” And with that he rose from his chair and turned to the door.

The only thing ENTJ said before ENTP could leave the room was “They always do.”

It was already nightfall when he finally found the opportunity to go into the cells without being noticed.

Since he had left his commander’s chambers he could barely think of anything besides the girl that was trapped inside those walls. He needed to come; to warn her of what would take place tomorrow, and what could come afterwards.

But also, because he needed to see her.

He saw her laying down on the floor; perhaps asleep, perhaps unconcious. Ice ran through his veins at the prospect of the second. He rushed to take out the keys he had stolen from the guards and went inside. The sound of the cell’s door opening immediately made her jump- so asleep it was then.

ENTP could tell that she recognized him as quickly as she saw him. She became almost unnaturally still, her eyes becoming stone cold, just as they had done the only time she had deigned to look at him in the throne room. He hated that look; he could have dealt with the expected looks of hatred, of anger, of betrayal, anything that indicated what she thought of him. Anything that could be taken as the residue of what she once felt for him.

But that look- it killed him. It was as if nothing had ever been there.

Though he admitted to himself that it would have been better for her if it had been that way.

He looked away from her eyes and dared to look at the rest of her. She lied on the floor, reclined against the same wall she was shackled to. Same clothes he had saw her wearing just yesterday's night, right before it all went to hell. But now they were torned, dirty- and bloodied. If he had to guess, she could barely keep herself up. Bruises covered her from head to toe. Despite that he had not been who caused them himself directly, he knew he was responsible for every one of them.

She had fight all the way into her capture. She only stopped fighting when she saw him standing side by side with the king, a fake grin on his face as the words left his mouth “Your Highness, I present to you: the spy”.

It pained him beyond anything he could express to see her like this. He was the first to move, advancing towards her to try to examine her wounds. But, of course, he should have thought better than to act without saying anything before, as she tensed and tried to move away from him before he could reach her.

For her, he was no longer someone she could trust. He was the enemy.

“I won’t hurt you” was the first words that he could think to say, raising his palms up as if that could somehow prove his words to be truthful.

She laughed bitterly “You expect me to believe you?”

Fair. It was fair from her, but right now there was no time to explain or argue with her. “No, but right now I just want to help, alright? Please let me-”

“Fuck off!” she yelled moving as far as she could “Help! Anyone hel-”

He launched himself towards her, pressing her against the wall as gently as he could while his hand covering her mouth to keep her from alerting the guards of his presence. If anyone realized he was here, all of their hopes would be lost.

INFJ began trembling, her eyes panicked while she struggled to push him away.

His heart sank in his chest. She was terrified of him. And she had every right to be. What used to be a playful act, a flirty situation, a moment of closeness, now could only be considered a threatening situation for her in every aspect.

ENTP backed away slightly, giving her as much space as he could without risking her to cause a scene.

“I won’t hurt you. I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”

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Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢

Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢

Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢

[paradoxxinvader]

COCOA POWDER AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS - hirota maki x reader

pairing :: maki (&team) x fem!reader

genre :: fluff

summary :: you and your boyfriend, maki, attempt to make a tray of brownies for him and his members to celebrate their debut. what they failed to realize that maki being sick limited his comprehension skills. but, hey. what could possibly go wrong?

word count :: 795

warnings :: fluff. fluffffffffffffff.

taglist :: @acousticking @jeonsy98​ 

lu speaks !! :: someone pls pray for me i’ve been retweeting maki-related things for the past 24 hours my friends are concerned i have swept the entire #&team maki tag on tumblr three times i need help

“how about... this one! this recipe looks easy enough!” maki exclaimed, shoving his phone in yn’s face.

“maki, anata,” yn started, scanning the list of ingredients for vanilla cupcakes. “we don’t have pure vanilla bean. and don’t sit so close, you’re sick,”

“oh,”

“it’s okay, though!” she lean forward on the couch the both of them were sitting on, ruffling his hair a little. he scrunched his nose, tiny giggles escaping his lips. “the guys like brownies, right?”

“yea, i think so,” he replied, sitting up straight.

“well, there’s one recipe for chocolate chip brownies! look, you even add some black coffee in it, so k-ani is bound to like them!” the girl showed him the pictures on the website she were scrolling through.

“oooooh, these look good,” maki said, swiping left to see all of the pictures. “we have all the ingredients, right? let’s start now!” he exclaimed, seeing his beloved nod her head.

he jumped off of the couch, grabbing yn’s hand in the process, and running to kitchen. 

“okay what ingredients do we need?” he asked, hands on hips, his face supporting a large, toothy grin.

“right, so, we need cocoa powder, flour, eggs,...” yn started to list off all of the items needed to make the dessert, and maki had taken the duty of taking them out from the various different drawers and shelves. 

yn grabbed two mixing bowls, a whisk, sifter, and measuring cups and placed them on the counter, and maki started to read out how much of what was needed in which bowl after putting his group’s EP on repeat. yn told the boy that she’ll do the actual mixing and all so that the doesn’t make the brownies sick (yes because that last part totally makes sense, lu).

“ok, hanni, add a cup and a half of white flour, a cup and a half of cocoa powder...”

soon enough, the brownies were in the oven and the entire kitchen was a mess. flour and sugar covered the counter tops, yn and maki’s shirts (well, more like maki’s shirts) were covered in cocoa poder dust, and the chocolate chips were spilled all over the floor.

“should we, uh,...” yn started, making a sweeping-with-a-broom motion with her hands.

maki just nods quickly, grabbing a brush and dustpan for yn, and a rag for himself. “you start on the floors, i’ll get the shelves,”

after ten or so minutes, while buzz love was on repeat, the couple had managed to successfully clean up the kitchen, putting all of the dirty dishes in the sink, promising themselves that they’ll wash them in the morning (spoiler alert- they didn’t).

after about a half hour, the timer rang, signalling that the brownies were done. both of the teenagers hurried to the kitchen, and maki started doing a little-wiggly dance while yn grabbed a pair of oven mitts and opened the oven.

she slowly took the tray out, the aroma of... burnt brownies filling the air?

“uh... babe? how long did the recipe say to bake the brownies?” the girl asked her lover.

“uh, i’m not sure but i think forty-five minutes?” the boy shrugged, not noticing the smell because of his blocked nose.

“can you double-check, please?” 

the boy shrugged, grabbing his phone from his hoodie pocket, opening up the browser where the recipe lied. “oh, haha, it say’s thirty minutes, so i think i set the timer about fifteen minutes extra,” the boy chuckled. apparently his hazy brain also limited his ability to read the room.

“babyyyyy, we burnt the brownies,” yn cried out, setting the tray of the extremely dark baked good.

“i mean, it can’t be that bad, now can it?” he grabbed a fork, stabbing a little piece from the corner before popping it into his mouth. he chewed for a minute or two (more like five because he couldn’t chew the rock-like final product), then swallowed before speaking up.

“ok, it’s that bad,”

“broooooo, what do we doooooooo?” yn dragged out, grabbing a spoon and plate, piling the brownie into a plate so that she could put the tray into the sink. she threw out the burnt batter into the trash, leaning her head against the countertop.

“don’t worry,” maki started, grabbing his phone. “i have an idea.”

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a solid hour or so later, the boys were set to arrive to your tiny apartment, a place that was not meant for ten people, but, hey. who were you to stop them from coming inside?

after greetings and hugs and long-awaited congratulations, yn and maki rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a box of brownies that arrived just a bit before the boys’ arrival, and quickly plated them, and maki grabbed a bunch of small plates. 

“guys! we made brownies!”

[matan4il]

My apologies because this will probably seem a bit messy but it's like me sort of going back and laughing at 911 and 911LS.

Firstly Bucks LI are never handled like real love. Taylor runs Buck is like hope you get home OK my son just got dropped by Uber. Natalia runs, we all just laugh and Kam sitting down to eat her food. He essentially disregards Natalia really for the duration of helping his biological baby mama and her husband. You can't feel an investment in any of these females because, well we don't see it.

But also to the Kameron delivering baby scene. Not that we were supposed to be like really invested. But it played out a bit like Judd and Grace. Yet Judd is a man on a mission in a snow storm and Grace needed him there. She needed her husband. And this one was like OK the couch is fine with me new loft buddy and his death doula girlfriend.

Just makes me laugh is all. We can see where they put there energy!!

Hi Nonnie, thank you for the ask! And don't worry, you're no more of a mess than I am. ;) *hugs*

Honestly, it's insane. Let's go with the assumption that 9-1-1 would have ended with 618 as we saw it (as I've said in an ask reply, IDK if this is how the ep would have aired had the show been canceled, but let's assume it would have). That means that Buck's endgame would have been a girl that we only saw in 3 eps out of 97 (!) eps he was in. Three eps to set up a Love Interest that's meant to be convincing enough that the audience would accept it as a satisfying endgame! No. Marisol is also in just 3 eps out of the 87 Eddie was in. This is before we get into how little air time these LIs got during the 3 eps they were a part of. The biggest chunk of air screen Marisol got was during the ep where her brother was one of the 118's vics. She was literally more invested in as the family member of a vic than as an LI.

"You can't feel an investment in any of these females because, well we don't see it." And we didn't see it because you can't see what just doesn't exist. Thanks again, Nonnie! Have a good day. As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hello! a few hours from now, the epilogue of go on, claim my heart, the my fair lady sequel, is gonna be posting, so i wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has stopped by my lil corner of the internet to read what has become my largest writing project to date. i had no idea what i was getting myself into when i first started writing mfl, especially not half a year of feverish, near-obsessive plotting and writing and rewriting this story that would not leave me alone. a lot of things fell to the wayside as i wrote mfl and gocmh, and i don't regret any of it, because i can safely say that this is the writing that i am the most proud of.

i want to thank @romeoandjulietyouwish in particular for her graciously allowing me to play in her sandbox. no one's mind works like lis's, and as i have said before, she comes up with so many fucking stellar ideas that she leaves crumbs for the rest of us, so i'm super grateful that she's so kind about letting us take those crumbs and make them our own. mfl wouldn't exist without you, lis, so thank you, thank you, thank you.

i also could not wrap this series without calling out the two best readers a girl could ask for, @ravendruid and @crispysnake. y'all are fucking unhinged, but it is the exact energy that every writer needs to keep going. i can't tell you the number of times a drabble or chapter posted that i wasn't particularly fond of that you two completely changed my opinion about. you two are the kindest, most enthusiastic, most generous readers, and i'm so lucky that you're also my friends. please continue to be absolutely batshit in my tags; it's the only thing that keeps me going.

(also @otterlycaleb made fucking ART about this shit, what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK—)

a hopefully but probably not quick note about the future of mfl: today, like literally right now, i am in the middle of my first day of work at a brand new job, one that will require me to move my entire life halfway across the country, back to my hometown. it is big and scary and exhilarating and everything i've been hoping for, and i feel so, so lucky. this does mean that for the next little bit, while i learn a new job and pick up my shit and drive cross-country, i will probably be less able to write long or short fics, so i hope y'all don't mind me shutting up for the first time in forever. that being said, while i have absolutely no plans to write a third installment in the mfl 'verse, that doesn't mean there isn't more to say (as y'all will find out in like three and a half hours lol). i fully plan on still writing tmwiw drabbles set before, during, and after mfl/gocmh, and i will still be accepting prompts and requests for drabbles set in this 'verse until i say otherwise. mfl will always occupy an inordinate amount of my brain space, and i refuse to not share that with y'all.

additionally! starting very soon (like, maybe tomorrow? we'll see how busy i am, lol), i will be posting to ao3 the entirety of the mfl 'verse in chronological order. every chapter, one-shot, and drabble, in the order that they happened. another massive shout-out to @ravendruid for being my own personal lore-keeper on this; she read every single mfl chapter, tmwiw drabble, and one-shot to help me get this shit in order. the ao3 work will be titled i've come a long, long way (also from "my fair lady" by kaleo, are we seeing a pattern here?), and the plan is to post five chapters a day until the whole thing is up (although, again, with the moving this might get a lil wibbly wobbly). there will be some additional proofreading edits to these chapters (sometimes i can't spell!!) but nothing about the substance of these chapters will change, so this is just for people who like their stories to be told chronologically (fucking weirdos). this work will only be available on ao3, although it will be linked on my mfl masterpost.

ok, i think i am done for now. i have taken up enough of your time, in so many more ways than one. thank you again, if you read every single installment of the mfl saga or if you just read a paragraph. all of it means the world to me, and i know i never would have continued past the first chapter if i weren't part of such a wonderful, loving, generous, brilliant community. i've only been watching critical role for just over a year now, part of the fandom for even less than that, and i can't believe i haven't always had y'all in my life. please continue to love and support each other, and thank you for loving and supporting me.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 13

Okay so I lied about posting earlier, turns out I had a lot more stuff to do in very little time, and this residential trip I’m on is keeping me far too busy to post this chapter. But here we are! You guys now get to finally discover what was in the chest. Also fyi I’ve had to write this out on mobile, so the layout may be a little weird. Enjoy! (Edit from Monday me: So the first post of this chapter was atrocious, and I apologise lol, but everything has been sorted out, parts have been rewritten and all links should be there.)

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2624

Warnings: Descriptions of EXTREME PAIN and being UNABLE TO BREATHE, Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

A/N: PARTS OF CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN REWRITTEN

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Item: Suspicion

Conundrum (Definition): A problem or puzzle which is difficult or impossible to solve. (Noun / Origin: Pseudo-Latin / kuh·nuhn·druhm)

“Since when did you bring your suitcase?” I said as we both stared at the rectangular object.

“Since when did you bring your suitcase?” I said as we both stared at the rectangular object.

“I didn’t!” Kay exclaimed, “I went to put the stuff from my rucksack in the chest and it was just there!”

“Huh.” Was all I said, rather perplexed, as I kicked at the plastic.

Kay swatted my foot away with her own, darting her eyes back and forth between me and the suitcase, before quickly kneeling down and grabbing the zips. Pulling them around she then hauled the top half open, laying it down to reveal her belongings cramped inside. It was everything she had packed for the trip but had left at the hostel when we were sucked through the portal. Clothes, makeup, wash bag and books all piled up. The relief on her face was obvious when she pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste, but all was forgotten as she snatched up a set of clean underwear and her pyjamas, sprinting out the door to the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. I snorted at her antics and knelt down myself, checking out what was there whilst I waited. Barely a minute passed and Kay had returned, stuffing the dirty clothes and underwear she had reluctantly been wearing since we got here under her bed.

“These are getting set on fire later.”

I laughed out loud, whilst also relieved that one of us could feel somewhat nicer. Bilbo had kindly offered us baths, which we desperately agreed to. We also recycled the left over water to wash our clothes in, but only the smell seemed to leave temporarily – the mud and blood stains had practically cemented themselves into the fabric. Standing back up, I checked the chest once again, seeing if anything had been missed in the dim candlelight. Not spying anything, I returned to the suitcase and unzipped the flap that was currently hiding half of Kay’s belongings. Lifting the material up, I was met with a familiar face.

Picking it up I flung it in Kay’s direction, watching in amusement as it bounced off her head, causing her to whip her head around, and we both watched as it landed on the duvet. Letting out an eager gasp, she leapt on the bed, snatching it up.

“HELLO KITTY!!” she shrieked. Embracing the teddy with a grip tight enough to strangle a man, she buried her face into the short felt fur. “Ohhh I’ve missed you so much.” She mumbled.

“Everything alright in there?”

We both froze at the sound of Bilbo’s voice calling through the door. Looking at the stuff that had appeared, I got to my feet as quickly as possible, despite my ankle, and beckoned for Kay to put the stuff back in the chest, which she began straight away. I turned towards the door and called out to Bilbo.

“We’re fine! Kay just uhhhh..-” I scanned the room, spotting the teddy on the bed, “She thought she saw a cat outside!”

It was silent for a moment before Bilbo responded.

“Ok then… As long as you’re both alright!”

“Yeah! Yea, it’s chill.” I went to go help Kay before he spoke up again.

“Chill?” He questioned, “Are you both cold? Don’t tell me I forgot to put your blankets back in there?”

I looked at Kay, who was busy gripping the chest in an attempt to stop herself from laughing out loud. I took a breath to calm myself.

“No it’s ok! We’re both fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” I called back, slapping Kay lightly on the shoulder when she snorted slightly.

“Oh ok then, call for me if you do need anything.” Bilbo replied.

We both called out our thanks as we listened to his footsteps fade away, and we waited a beat before speaking again.

“Why don’t you check your room to see if your stuff has appeared?” Kay piped up from behind me.

I shot up in realisation. “Oh yeah!”

Swinging Kay’s door open, I sped-walked to the other side of the hobbit hole, past a very surprised Bilbo as I ducked and weaved under beams and chandeliers. Barging into my room, I looked around for anything that could potentially hide a large and very overpacked suitcase. I rummaged through drawers, opened chests, and even stuck my head under the bed, but I felt disappointment dawn on me as I realised that nothing of my own had appeared. Feeling disheartened, I brought myself out from underneath the bed frame and sat slumped on the floor. Looking around for anywhere I could’ve missed in my search, nothing revealed itself, causing my mood to lower even further.

With a sigh, I decided to go with my last resort, and pushed myself to my feet. Opening the door, I trudged disappointingly through the house, ducking my head into each archway as I searched for our host. As I bent to look into the kitchen, I finally spotted Bilbo as he stirred his evening cup of tea.

Hesitating a little, I took a small breath before knocking gently on the doorframe. Though not gently enough apparently – the noise still sent a jolt through the hobbit, but he managed to gather himself soon after.

“Ah, Kate! I was just about to bring these to you two.” He gestured to two steaming cups of fresh tea on the table. “Thought you could use something to warm you two up.”

I felt a smile make its way onto my face at the adorable thought of him worrying about us, and I swiftly ducked through the arch.

“Oh, thank you!”

He pushed a cup towards me with a warm smile, taking his own cup as he sat down. Remembering what I came here for, I sat myself down on one of the small chairs. Placing my elbows on the table and resting my chin on my hands, I looked around nervously and hesitantly opened my mouth to say something. I eventually looked back at Bilbo, who was now staring curiously at my behaviour.

“I… don’t suppose you’ve seen anything a little strange appear out of nowhere?”

Bilbo blinked a few times before replying.

“…What?”

I shuffled in my spot as I thought of what I was going to say next.

“Ok so, really weird question, but,” I clasped my hands together and pointed two fingers at him. “Do youuu, somewhat, believe in magic?”

Bilbo just stared for some time, his eyes squinted in confusion, until he slowly began to nod slightly.

“I – I suppose, to a certain degree?” He replied with a strained voice. I took that as enough of an answer.

“Right. So I think that’s how, we got – you know..” I gestured around, “– here. Anddd, some of our stuff that we left behind may have also appeared –” I pointed at the table, “– here.”

“I’m sorry?”

I tried to come up with the words to explain, but when nothing came, I stood up from my chair and grabbed both mine and Kay’s tea.

“Follow me.”

Bilbo quickly scrambled up from his own chair, gripping his own tea as if it was all that was left of his sanity, and followed suit. As we neared Kay’s room, I turned to him.

“I know it’s a little much, but I wanna make sure it doesn’t seem like we’re trying to keep secrets from you.” I said in an attempt to reassure him.

He blinked up at me a little surprised. “Oh! Well uh, I’m glad to hear it.”

I smiled at him, of which he returned albeit a little wobbly, and I turned back around as we finally reached Kay’s door.

Passing Kay’s tea to Bilbo, I knocked on the wood. We both listened to the shuffling from inside, and the door eventually swung open. Kay grinned at us both, though she was soon distracted by the extra cup in Bilbo’s hand.

“Oo, you made tea!”

Bilbo went to pass the cup over, but froze halfway as he caught sight of what Kay’s fresh pyjamas.

“I uh, see what you mean by new stuff.” He said.

Kay looked down at her clothes, before sheepishly looking back up at us.

“Yeaaa, about that.” She began nervously.

“I’ve already began explaining part of it.” I intervened

Kay let out a small breath of relief and opened the door wider, gesturing us both inside.

“I guess that means we can show him?” She asked. I nodded.

“Show me? Show me what?” Bilbo exclaimed, looking between us a little fearfully.

“Nothing bad!” Kay tried to assure.

We brought him over to the chest and opened it up. The hobbit stared in wonder as I hauled the suitcase back out and Kay unzipped it. He took a step back slightly at the unusual sound of the zip, but was stepping back in half the time as the contents poured out.

“Are those supposed to be.. clothes?” He asked incredulously, kneeling down to join us. He eyed at us both with his hand hovering above the case, and went to pick up a top when Kay nodded.

The first half of the case was emptied, the clothes pile next to Bilbo growing as he inspected each piece with equal intrigue, though he had a different expression for each. Some were confused, like when he took a minute staring at one of Kay’s Batman t-shirts, but some were a little shocked, like when he unravelled a roll of fabric to reveal a lacy vest top, of which, in a flash, he had neatly folded up and placed on the pile. Luckily Kay had already stored away her underwear, which would’ve sent poor Bilbo into a coma if he had seen.

The hobbit soon moved onto the second half, using a zip for the first time to remove the material I had closed back up earlier. He opened the flap, but soon jolted backwards.

“What in Yavanna’s name is that?!” He cried, and I looked down to see he was pointing at a portable hairdryer.

“Oh that’s where I put it.” Kay said, picking the electronic up.

Bilbo stared with wide eyes, but it seemed that his Took side encouraged him to reach out at prod at the object. He tapped a fingernail against it, listening to the sound.

“What is it made of?” He pondered.

“It’s called plastic.” I explained. “You see anyone trying to invent it here, assassinate them. Immediately.”

Bilbo stared at me. “…Ok?”

He began to eye some other things, and picked out a sketchbook. He asked Kay if he could take a peek. Shuffling next to him, she took the sketchbook and flipped through the pages, stopping at the drawings she wanted to show.

Looking back down at the suitcase, I observed the objects left over, and saw a few things that would be unexplainable to anyone born in Middle Earth, such as a phone charger, and an electronic toothbrush. So whilst Bilbo was distracted, I zipped up everything and lifted it back into the chest, knowing we were too tired to even try explaining.

“Did you have any luck with your stuff?” I heard Kay from behind me.

I turned around and gave her an annoyed shake of my head. She pouted mockingly at my inconvenience.

“Is that why you asked if I had seen anything earlier?” Bilbo questioned as he helped tidy away Kay’s clothes into the chest of drawers adjacent to the bed. I nodded once again. “Well I can’t say I’ve seen anything I’m afraid.”

My shoulders slumped dejectedly and I picked up my tea.

“HA!” Blurted Kay.

I frowned in return. “You’re not the one who’s permanently dirty!”

“Well you’re saving Bilbo from turning his room into a hoarders den.” She retaliated.

“I’m not a hoarder! I’m –”

“A collector with a maximalist aesthetic.” She finished, “I’m well aware.”

“Plus, I haven’t brought any trinkets, so you can’t accuse me of that.”

“Yea but you’re a chronic over packer, so you would’ve done so with out realising anyway.”

I grunted a noise in frustration, taking a sip of my tea with a grumpy expression. Kay just laughed at my surrender, so I shuffled around to face away from her. Bilbo on the other hand was just switching his eyes between us, a weirded out look on his face.

“Well, it should come soon?” Kay suggested through her laughter, changing the subject in an attempt to get me to turn back around. “If my stuff’s here, then so should yours. Maybe it’s delayed?”

I perked up at that, an idea coming to mind, and I quickly spun back round.

“You went through first, then I did a little later, so that could mean the same for this!” I said eagerly.

Kay nodded excitedly in agreement.

“I’m sorry, went – went through what?”

We both froze as we realised Bilbo was still in the room with us. And that we had definitely not told him exactly what had transpired before we ended up in his garden. I turned towards him, my mouth slightly open, but nothing but a drawn out ‘uhhhhh’ came out. The longer we spent in silence the more unease we could see develop on the hobbits face. Kay turned back towards me, her face scrunched with uncertainty.

“I think we should tell him.” She said sheepishly.

“Tell me what?” Bilbo demanded, now visibly troubled at the enigma of a conversation going on in front of him.

I nodded at Kay, and we both faced ourselves, with serious faces, back towards Bilbo, who looked a little frightened at the sudden change in mood. Kay sat up straight, placed her tea to the side, and began to speak.

“We’re not f–”

She quickly doubled over with a shriek, her hands flying up to claw and grab at her hair. We watched in horror as she contorted, attempting to stop whatever was causing her pain. Bilbo and I were over in a flash, both of us calling out for her. I went to reach out, when her screaming stopped. But it wasn’t over.

She looked up at us with glassy eyes, her face strained from the pain and glistening with fallen tears. But I soon noticed that her hands were gone from her head and were not clawing and gesturing to her throat. Her mouth gaped open and shut, and we both realised that she wasn’t breathing.

I shot up in panic, crying out her name. I knew what to do if someone was choking, but Kay hadn’t eaten anything? She just couldn't breathe. Bilbo on the other hand, had scrambled to his feet in fright, too in shock to do anything. Though he didn’t get far, the rug underneath his feet giving way and he crashed to the ground with a thud. The noise from his impact did something – and Kay’s frantic ordeal stopped as quickly as it started.

It was as if the noise had snapped her out of it, as she now sat on the floor heaving, whilst watching Bilbo flail around on the floor, the rug still half-wrapped around his ankle. He eventually calmed down and pushed himself up from lying on his back into a sitting position, rubbing his lower back with a slightly reddened face.

I placed a hand on Kay’s back, lowering myself to her level where she had rested her forehead on her knees, her hands on the back of her head as she tried to calm herself down. I whispered, asking if she was alright. I got a minute nod in return. Bilbo crawled over, leaning down slightly himself, to see if he could peek at Kay’s face, then leaned back up to face me.

“What in Yavanna’s name was that?”

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Two Man Team - Chapter 7

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: Friends to lovers, Friends with benefits, mental health issues (mainly anxiety), Slow burn, Dan is a psych student. Canon divergence (the timeline is altered and some things never happened), Slutty Phil, Angst with a happy ending. The fic spans many years.

Author's Note: Written for the OSPBB 2023 @oldschoolpbb. Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual and to my artist Lin @anironsidh.

Edits and the art will be added at some point, we are busy bees.

POSTING EVERY DAY UNTIL IT'S COMPLETED.

Total Word Count: 75k ish

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CHAPTER 7: Somebody I used to know

2013 was like a fresh start for Phil, not that he had ever wanted one. Returning to his packed-up Manchester flat after spending New Year with his parents was nothing short of devastating. He looked around the sea of boxes and the happy memories and let out a choked sob, starting to hyperventilate as he thought about Dan. He was supposed to be there to help him, bring his things so they could move to London - together.

He walked around the flat and cried until his stomach hurt. He could see Dan everywhere. The sleepovers, the nights cooking together, the laundry crises. Finding Dan’s Manchester hoodie was the last straw; Phil’s world was falling apart around him like a house of cards and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He heard the keys turning at the door and covered his face with both hands, trying to calm himself down, but he felt faint. He slid to the floor slowly and felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around him.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked.

Phil tried to speak but only managed to sob loudly. At least that meant that he could breathe a bit better. 

“Is it Dan?” Mark asked and Phil nodded against his chest. “Don’t worry, love. I’m coming with you.”

Phil looked up at him in confusion. “What?” he said shakily. 

“Did you think I would let you go alone when you’re like this?” Mark smiled sadly.

Phil shook his head. “Your job-”

“I quit. I have a few interviews set up already,” Mark said. “You are more important.”

Pulling Mark into a tight hug, Phil continued to cry. He was fucking pathetic but at least he had good friends. “T-thank you.”

“It’s ok. Who wants to work retail anyway?” Mark laughed. “This will push me to find a job in my field.”

Phil smiled through the tears despite everything and looked around the flat again. He had been so immersed in his pain that he hadn’t noticed Mark’s things packed as well. He couldn’t go on like this, he needed help.

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The train ride to London was quiet, too quiet, but he knew that Mark understood, and apparently kept himself busy texting someone all the while. Even as they walked into their London flat, Phil just stood by the door and thought of what to say, but he had nothing at all. Mark pressed a kiss to his forehead and went exploring.

He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do before going after Mark. “Which bedroom do you like?” Phil asked in a monotone voice and Mark gave him a sad look.

“I don’t know, which one do you want?” Mark tried.

Phil shrugged.

“Maybe the bigger one would be good for filming,” Mark said, trying to get a single emotion out of Phil.

That was true, but if he was honest with himself, he had pictured Dan filming in that bedroom. “I want the small one, it has better lighting,” he lied.

Mark smiled at him and rubbed Phil’s arm gently. “Deal,” he said. “Come on, I’ll make you a coffee before the movers get here.”

“We don’t have the kettle here yet.” 

“I brought it just for you, what do you take me for?” Mark said.

That finally stole a smile from Phil. 

He sat on the grey sofa that came with the flat and felt himself sink into it. It was almost too soft, but it would have to do. Mark joined him a little while later, or so Phil thought, but the worried look he gave him let him know that maybe it had been longer.

“I’m going to need you to keep living,” Mark said, handing him a cup of coffee.

“I am,” said Phil flatly. 

“You’re not,” Mark countered. “We’re going to order pizza, you’re going to eat at least half and then get a shower.”

Phil frowned. “Do I stink that badly?”

“No, of course not. You know I would tell you,” Mark snorted. “But it will help you to… I don’t know, get into your routine again and it’s self-care.”

“Hmm,” Phil said. “I was thinking of finding a therapist.” He paused and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I think I need help.”

“Admitting it is the first step. I’m glad that you decided to get help.” Mark took a sip from his mug and winced. “Too hot. What made you finally think of therapy? You have been very resistant.”

Phil considered telling Mark what he had been thinking about recently but pursed his lips.

“I can tell that you’re keeping something from me.”

“I don’t think we should have sex anymore,” he mumbled.

“We haven’t done it in ages, love. I assumed as much, but I understand the need to set a boundary. And don’t think that I’m buying that, that’s not what’s bothering you. Please, just…” He trailed off.

“I’m exhausted,” Phil finally said, nursing his drink. 

“Go on.”

Phil pulled on a loose thread sticking out of his T-shirt. “And… sometimes I just want to sleep.”

“I’m going to need you to finish that thought.”

“I want to just sleep and not wake up… sometimes,” he shut his eyes, not wanting to see Mark’s face when he said it. “Just sleep forever. Rest. I want to rest.” He dared look up into Mark’s eyes.

“Phil!” Mark said, his eyes filling with tears. He took their mugs and set them on the coffee table before pulling him into a tight hug. “Phil, shhhhhhh. Don’t say that!”

“I’m sorry,” Phil said, the only emotion coming to the surface being shame for making Mark cry. Mark never cried. “I’ll get help.”

“I’m here,” he said shakily, rubbing Phil’s back.

Phil remembered to hug Mark back. “I’ll eat. ¨Promise”

“Good,” Mark whispered.

That night, Phil did eat and shower and lay awake all night thinking. It was completely stupid but he still hoped that Dan would reach out, notice that Phil had stopped trying to communicate and suddenly remember that he’d had a friend, but that didn’t happen. 

Slowly, life got busy again. Mark took care of him for the entire first month of their London adventure, but as he started a trial period as an accountant at a Tesco, Phil had to get his shit together. Life was going to continue with or without him and it was time that he actually did something for himself. It took him two tries to find a therapist that he liked and that he felt comfortable enough to discuss Dan with.

She agreed that his diagnosis was anxiety, not depression, but the frown on her face when he mentioned the natural sedatives let him know that she didn’t approve of Dan’s suggestion. Each session left him depleted, causing him to take a taxi home and get into bed immediately. Still, Mark had no mercy for him and woke him up to eat dinner every single time. It took a few months to give her a full rundown of his life and what he was going through at the moment but she seemed optimistic about his future. Wednesdays soon became the days he looked forward to, and sometimes, it even seemed too long between sessions but he held on to his sanity as hard as he could and didn’t ask to go twice a week.

Coincidentally, as his mental health improved, so did his career. AmazingPhil hit 1 Million subscribers, and his monthly radio show got quite popular and usually went smoothly, except for the time he switched the show off the air and nearly got himself fired. He’d been charming enough that the producers decided to have a sit down with him and explain what every button did 20 times instead of giving him the boot. He was on the cover of many teen magazines, had to do photoshoots here and there, both of which he hated, and started to be able to actually save money. Well, eventually; at first he didn’t even have the money to get a haircut so his mane looked ridiculous and he ate ramen for quite a while, but then things got somewhere. 

Still, Dan’s absence was like a shadow cast over his life. Not a day went by when Phil didn’t wonder what he was up to, or where he was. It was inevitable since it was still affecting his life: when Dan had pulled from every project he hadn’t signed by December of the previous year, Phil had had to let go of some things that just didn’t make sense without him. They had book deals lined up among other things that he didn’t feel confident enough to do on his own. The idea of the book was a tribute to their joint content, their friendship and their fans. Project X, the gaming channel, was also dropped. Phil couldn’t even imagine playing MarioKart, Halo, or any of the other games they’d played together. 

By the end of the year, Mark had met Noah, his boyfriend and moved in with him. It had been a welcome change for both of them. Mark deserved to be happy and not be Phil’s carer and Phil needed to be an adult and take care of himself. It was ok, he felt ready to do it and he knew Mark would have never left if Phil wasn’t actually doing better. He’d even started to feel that he didn’t even need weekly therapy appointments anymore.

That is, until Christmas. Phil had gotten it into his head that he would be ok with spending Christmas home alone instead of going up North. Family gatherings had not been great on his anxiety, especially the previous holiday season with all the questions about Dan and what he would do now that he didn’t have a collab partner, but it turned out that being alone with no plans was also not good for his mental health either.

He had held off putting the tree up until the 24th because it reminded him of the time he and Dan had decorated his parents’ house for Christmas that week in December. At first, putting on music and singing along was keeping his mind on the right track, but when he got to the ornaments, he found a small brown bear with a red ribbon around its tiny neck. He could hear the memory of the first time he’d seen it even to this day.

“Do you like it?” Dan said.

“Aw, it’s so cute!”

“It’s for you. My family used to call me Bear when I was little so I wanted to give you something to remember me by when we’re not together.”

“I wish you could stay,” Phil regretted.

“Me too!” Dan said. “I better give you your New Year’s kiss now, since I won’t be here…”

Phil smiled widely, his stomach full of butterflies as Dan pressed their lips together for a sweet kiss.

He blinked, his mind returning to the present. He looked down at the tiny bear and saw a tear fall on its head. Pausing, he considered putting the ornament in the trash, but he didn’t have the heart to do it. He couldn’t display it either. 

He cleared his throat, reached for the star, put it at the top of the tree and closed the box. The tree looked a bit silly with lights and only the star but there was no one around to pester him about it. He put the box away and made himself a drink or five before going out to a club to find someone new to have sex with.

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2014 and 2015 only brought Phil more success, more subscribers and more work. He got his own request show on Radio 1 and even hosted the Brit Awards. He was so proud of himself and the fact that he always managed to convince extremely famous people to play his silly games, wear masks and answer his random questions. Phil found that he had a talent to come up with things on the spot so he was never caught with his pants down, so to speak. His pants were often down though, but for very different reasons. He might not have been the hottest guy around but he was confident enough that he could pull nearly any guy he wanted and so he treated himself quite often, allowing himself to feed his ego in what he knew was the wrong way, but it kept him afloat.

Feeling better about himself, Phil finally decided to give mixed therapy a go to finish resolving what he had been carrying with him for so long and the new day to day things that added to his anxiety and random bouts of insomnia. At least, he’d capitalised on that with the Sleepless Night With Phil videos. His new therapist wasn’t amused by that.

It took him nearly a full year to feel like he was getting anywhere near to being stable but it was worth it. In 2016 he also continued experimenting with meditation after remembering how it had helped in the past, and found a method that suited him better than just clearing his mind. His mind was never empty, on the contrary, it was always chaotic and colourful, so he used that in his favour. 

He had officially dated 3 guys, all of them good people, but he didn’t feel for them like he had for Dan; they weren’t nearly as funny, or as compatible with him. He couldn’t help but compare them to Dan and, honestly, being closeted to his fans didn’t help matters either. Whatever relationship he wanted to embark on, it was doomed to fail because he didn’t want it out in the magazines and as a public person, he had nearly no privacy at all.

A curious yet helpful side effect of his lack of private life was that Phil got to address his hypersexuality in therapy because if he continued to hook up with random strangers, it was bound to come out and he didn’t feel like it was worth it. He did a complete 180 and decided that he didn’t want to do relationships or situationships anymore. Granted, his newfound lack of a sex life worried his therapist a bit, but she was supportive of him no longer channelling any failure or aspect in his life that he found lacking through sleeping around with anyone who caught his eye. It was partly due to her pointing out that Phil was using hypersexuality as a way of self-harm and as a way to boost his own self-esteem when he felt low. The first part was shocking, the other one not so much. It was hard to feel low when he felt wanted. She did call Phil out for his reticence to commit in relationships but he pretended that he didn’t hear her. That was a problem for future Phil.

At last, Phil found his self-worth within himself, his good heart and how he carried himself in his life, professionally and in his interpersonal relations. He prided himself in being a good son, brother, and friend. He made those special relationships a priority in his life and took great care of them, reaching out, having honest conversations and just saying I love you. In time, he’d realised that no matter how much you loved someone, sometimes it was necessary to say it out loud instead of letting people make an assumption.

What solidified the change had started to make on his own was his grandmother’s death. Phil wished he’d had the chance to say goodbye to her in person, that he had taken a trip up North, but she was gone in a blink. Instead, he tried to find comfort in the conversations they’d had in the last few months.

[myaachum]

He Smelled of Citrus Pt. I

word count: 902

Tags: heavy angst, major character injury, mentions of death, blood, graphics depictions of injury, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

It starts as a seed, then a sprout, a tree, to flowers and fruit, before, finally, rotting limbs start to give way, bark peeling like rancid flesh, and what once was a magnificent trophy of nature returns once more to the soil below to start the cycle anew.

Thus is the life of a citrus tree.

Atsumu read somewhere once that at the end of their lives, citrus trees put out one last display of beauty; their branches so full of blossoms and fruit their scent can be smelled for miles, pungent and sweet. They stand at their end days, posturing as if to “Look at me! I am here! Aren’t I beautiful?” while simultaneously whispering “This is it. My magnum opus. I’m ready to say goodbye.” 

In the end, the weight of its own fruit proves to be too much for the tree, and its limbs - weary and brittle with age - fall one by one to the earth.

I want to go out like that, he remembers thinking. A grand finale for the shooting star that was Miya Atsumu.

Ah, the irony.

Dying in a back alley, alone and forgotten. It’s almost funny, he thinks. This is exactly what his bullies, from high school and the volleyball world alike, have wished upon him for years. It’s the exact way he’s always feared dying the most - alone, that is.

He coughs. The taste of blood is metallic on his tongue. There’s no pain, his body way beyond the point of shock. His hand has fallen away from the stab wound bisecting his midsection, muscles too weak to perform the task.

He’s not afraid of dying. Well he is in the way that all humans fear the unknown After, but not of the act itself, no.

No, what he’s afraid of is leaving Osamu behind. He’s afraid of all the things left unsaid. He’s afraid of dying with his feelings for his - not his - Omi lingering on his tongue, forever unspoken.

He coughs again. He feels blood drip down his chin, staining the white of his t-shirt. A scarlet signature, “Here Lies Miya Atsumu. Gone, Never Forgotten (ha)”

Distantly, he thinks he hears his phone ringing, but the sound is muffled by the ringing in his ears and the fact that his head feels full of cotton. After a minute or so of ringing, the tell-tale sound of his voicemail fills the alley.

“Ya’ve reached the phone of Miya Atsumu! If it’s important, leave a message after the beep. If yer name's Samu, don’t bother.”

Beep!

“Tsumu? Where’re ya? Sakusa-san told me ya got inna fight after practice. We’ve been looking for you for hours.” Osamu sounded more desperate than Atsumu had ever heard.

“Please at least let us know yer alright, ‘kay?” There was a sniffle from the speaker. “I’m worried, Tsumu. Somethin’s tellin’ me somethin’ bad’s happened to ya. Ya never disappear like this. Whatever it is, ya know ya always got a place here, right? I love ya, scrub, even if I don’t say it. Gimme a call when ya get the chance. Lemme know yer ok?”

Tears roll down Atsumu’s cheeks, mixing with blood. “Samu…” The word was silent, his throat too constricted, filled with blood, mucus, and some unnamed emotion to speak.

God, he’s really dying, isn’t he? This is it. There is no grand finale, no closure, nothing. He’s not gonna get the guy, he’s not going to the olympics, he’s not even going home.

He tries to sob, but it comes out as more of a gurgle.

It was stupid. The fight was stupid, running out of the locker rooms was stupid, trying to take a shortcut through an alley was stupid. All of it. And look where it got him. Bleeding out in some dingey back street because of some asshole armed with a knife and desperation.

He wishes he could go back. Apologize to Omi. Tell him the real reason his sets were off was actually because he was too busy looking at his spiker. That he's been in love with him since high school.

He wishes he could smell Omi's lemon hand sanitizer as their palms press flush together, fingers entangled as they walk. He wishes he could one day breathe in Omi's citrusy detergent wrapped up in sheets they picked out together.

He wishes he could've just confessed instead of taking the coward's way out, deflecting with insults leading to that inevitable fight. He wishes he could have- could have…

Well. It's too late now. Could have, should have, would have, as the saying goes.

He feels indescribably heavy. His limbs are leaden, useless where they lay sprawled out on filthy concrete. His neck is bent awkwardly in his position slumped against the brick wall. Normally it would be extremely uncomfortable. Given the circumstances, he doesn't even notice.

He doesn't know when his eyes closed or when his breathing turned shallow and frantic, lungs hungry to get any oxygen it could, body desperate to survive.

There's a shuffle at the mouth of the alley. Frantic voices and beating footsteps. Atsumu can't make any of it out. His head is underwater, thoughts dissolving like wet tissue paper. -

Something cold touches his face as his consciousness fades.

Vaguely, he thinks he can smell citrus. But that can't be right.

Finally, the last wisps of awareness leave him and the world fades to gray.

TBC.

© @𝚖𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝.

[submassed]

ok senpiss and osuke megapost right here rn guys im so sorry if i forget anything + if this doesnt make any sense: (im not sorry) (this is just gonna be like. Explaining lore and shit mostly idk idk i might add more as time goes on)

warning i talk and ramble a lot during this i am so sorry to everyone on the senpai fnf tag i will not stop preaching about my two idiots

OK so my brain is fucking massive and huge i have two seperate versions of their relationship because i love how complex the both of them can get (even though senpai is quite literally surface level for like everyone who doesnt know how insane i am about his character and how much ive tried to actually give him More Character)

edit: (i lied theres like three seperate versions but im not going to explain them all because its too much and i already feel bad for talking this much)

the first one is literally just typical, bros not in the game or whatever no game exists its just normal bro time ueah ueah (i call this one Normal) (actually i dont call it that) (idk what to call it) (its the one my brain presets to) (if i dont specify which one it is its most likely this one)

the second one is a little more closer to canon senpai where hes actually in the game & this one is More Upsetting to Me a LOT a lot (ill probably get into this more when i actually have a set idea on what i want this au-ish thing to be about) (whenever im talking about this specific thing ill specify this one)

a little sneak peak on the second one is essentially just. osuke collects games, comes across senpai, they both get attached, osuke realizes how bad its getting, tries to get rid of the cartridge because he wants to focus more on actual life shit, senpai somehow Manages to come back (i explained the whole plot im so mad)

the first one is where like. osuke constantly has to move schools due to his parents travelling for work a lot. eventually he just decides to settle in with his sister and just attend the last year at the hs senpai goes to or whatever.

osuke is A COMPLETE LONER!!!!!!! HES A FREAK!!!!!! and HATES MAKING FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!! and senpai is just like Holy fuck whats up dude hey whats Up hey and just gets Ignored by osuke entirely which Pisses him off because how dare you ignore the most popular guy in School?????

so senpai just. Continuously tries to bother him so they Can be atleast Friends. Wgich OSUKE he fucking hates it because hes like "waaahhh waaahhhh whats the whole point its not gonna last waaahh waaahhhh"

but he manages to soften up and get used to it which THEN causes their initial friendship or whatever.

senpai obvs isnt gonna let all that work go to waste as soon as he became close with him Because He Realized How fucking Annoying Osuke also Is but he doesnt Mind jt because at first they are #Besties

they kinda have some sort of like "lets make fun of people together" bond Becsude They Are both Pieces of shits except one of them is popular snd another one is just Bitter and A Loner

Im not too sure how they got together yet, i hsvent decided on it. I'm kinda leaning towards the side where senpai is conflicted with these sorta feelings and isnt sure How to actually say it to Him because. Wow! Being friends with a loner? Already Damaged your View on others! And then WANTING TO DATE HIM??? WOW!!!!!!!

plus with the fact that like they most def have some sort of complexity between eachother where osuke is hella fucking jealous about his social status at school whereas senpai is SUPER SUPER SUPER jealous about osukes just. way of not Caring about what people think of him (he foes care he just tries to not let it bother him too much) (it bothers him but he doesnt say it outwardly) (he has a lot of internal shit stuck in him)

its like????? kinda tense but also not????? like the frustration fuels them both in a way if that makes sense (like their love for eachother?????? i dont know)

id like to think there wasn't just a confession it was more so pf just a awkward like, "oh shit we're pretty close, oh fuck wait hold on youre doing this rn????? dude youre kisisng me whay the fuck????? dude??????? are we like a thing now what?????? hellow??????"

i know that senpai would Probably Want there to be a confession originally but osuke is actually too fucking dense to connect two and two together (mainly due to the previous factor of him not really having much friends + having to move on so quickly and Not really processing it fully)

i just really like intimacy between them i think its really sweet seeing it 🦭

thats all i can really think of rn so ill wrap it up enjoy this big ass thread about me talking about my stupid guys i apologize again

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#the batman spoilers - 16 posts

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#but if i don't write them they won't leave my head and i'll be stuck thinking about the same 8 scenarios forever

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I finally decided to write down my Superbat fanfic ideas to catalogue them and sort from which I should write first to which I should write last and...I don't think I'll write any...I am overwhelmed...idk how you guys do it...

18 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#4

Hledala jsem něco o starých Slovanech a na jednom pagan blogu jsem našla odkaz na tenhle článek a málem se zadusila jídlem.

Udělejte si ho ještě horší..

ok?

20 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

idk what this is, a short Superbat snippet, I guess

thanks @superbattrash for insiring me with all your great stories!

Words and Actions(I am bad at titles, please suggest better ones people)

Clark snuggled his head deeper into the warmth of Bruce’s embrace.

“I love you,” he whispered again.

Bruce sighed. Clark’s tone didn’t sound like longing, where was no passion, no hidden agenda and worst of all - no lies. It was a full and finished statement of truth.

Bruce just moved his hand up Clark’s back to play with his hair.

“I know,” he whispered pressing his lips into the black locks also. “Thank you,” he added.

When he felt Clark’s silent question he explained himself.

“I know it isn’t always easy, so...” he swallowed the rest of this statement. He was a strange man, to put it mildly, and a bad one, to set things straight. (At least in Bruce’s own mind.) So to have someone as intrinsicaly good as Clark to put up with him was a downright miracle.

Clark lifted his face from Bruce’s chest and looked him in the eyes.

“Quite the opposite,” he smiled.

“It took a little while to fall for you, I’ll admit, but to stay in love is as simple as breathing, as easy as flight and as natural as taking another step towards you. Sometimes I just look at you for a while and I have to stop myself from letting you know that I love you, because one look at you is all it takes to remind me of it.”

Bruce just swallowed. Why did he had to fall for a writer? Especially one that is able to put all of his feeling into words so well that Bruce cannot doubt them?

His insides did the strange thing they did when Clark did...well, whatever really. When he smiled at Bruce, when he was hanging out with the kids or when he efortlesly stopped a plane in the air.

“Ok,” was all he could say back but somehow Clark seemed to know it meant more and pressed his face back to Bruce’s left peck.

Bruce just hugged him tighter, hoping that when his own words failed him, his actions would speak for him instead.

From Clark’s smile pressing into his skin, it seemed they did.

(I guess I made up the sentence with “as simple as breathing...” and had to write it down because I liked it)

but also, I feel that Bruce fears that even though people fall for him, once they get to know him and the excitement fizzles out, it is not worth the effort anymore, so to have Clark see it from the opposite side would be really nice...idk...don’t look into it pls...

87 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#2

ok, so I finally read Batman and Robin (the Dick and Damian run) and Jason admits to having pimles from wearing the mask and I think it’s time for

✨⭐ skin care headcanons ⭐ ✨ 

(it is realistic that they would get bad skin from the masks because I remember an old interview with Tom Holland (the guy who plays MCU Spider-man) saying that he shoots the full face mask scenes last because they mess with his skin when he sweats in it)

Bruce 🦇 wears a half face mask - his forehead is super oily after patrol, especially with his hair plastered there as well BUT! Brucie has to look great so I think he has a multi-step skin care routine with expensive products (think those fancy korean face masks) he does before he collapses into bed

it also makes him feel nice and clean and helps him relax and un-tense before sleeping

Dick 🦚

the main reason he wanted a domino mask is that it only covers a small part of his face (because he saw how bad Bruce’s skin used to be before he developed his skin care routine)

also washes his face well, because it feels nice and he likes the nice smelling products (even if some of them don’t do much)

Barbara 👩‍💻

didn’t really have that much acne as a younger vigilante, except of course the forehead (which her old Batgirl costume covered)

after getting out of puberty her skin cleared a lot and now she is flawless but she also has a complicated skin care routine because it’s part of her bed time routine and helps her calm her mind after the day

Jason ⛑️

it is canon - he has acne, probably also oily skin (come on, he wears a non-breathable helmet)

Bruce probs made him wash his face before his death but after he came back he really didn’t care much

now he maybe does, but I think he still uses only basic skin care products, just cleanser and maybe moisturizer

Tim 🐦

bad sleep hygiene will also make your skin worse so - another pimple boy

especially when he had the suit where the cowl covered the whole top half of his head

but after things calmed down I think he decided to take better care of himself (or Dick pushed him because it is nice to treat yourself sometimes, you know?) but I also think he oftentimes still forgets to wash his face

also - the guy is a teenager, his skin isn’t all that clean

Steph 💜

she used to have a full face mask - you know what that means...acne!

that is why (one of the reasons) she switched to the different costume look

she sometimes steals Bruce’s cosmetic products (she says she just wants to try them out) but he knows and buys more - so her skin is better now

Cass 🖤

probably didn’t care about her skin much and still doesn’t

but Steph sometimes tested some of Bruce’s skin products on her for fun and she actually liked a few

now she uses a mix of cheap male consmetics (with smells like ‘sports’ or st - because she thinks it’s funny) and Bruce’s expensive korean masks or so

Duke ☀️

cares about his appearance but the helmet makes it kinda difficult to keep looking fresh

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103 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Youtube randomly recommended me the clip of Harley catching Batman and him laughing at her, scaring her with it and I thought...

Let Bruce Wayne (and Batman of course) have a supervillian laugh.

All the Gothmamites are aftraid he's going to go to the dark side and they are all really nice to him (to prevent that? to make sure he doesn't kill them when he does? who knows...)

Lex Luthor thinks of him as a future ally, partner in crime, so he is really trying to get in his favour.

Bruce has no idea.

When the League hears Batman laugh for the first time, at least four of them get flashbacks to their latest supervillian encounter and the rest is left wondering just how illegal Batman's methods really are.

Bruce thinks they just don't like his sense of humour and closes back up.

The League is even more terrified.

And the kids? I am split between them either also having no idea or thinking that it's too funny and making sure he never finds out.

340 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Aomine’s Birthday Wish

tags: heterosexual sex, threesome (f/m/m), oral, doggy style, condoms, cum shot, cursing, crack

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“I want a threesome for my birthday.”

If you had to put money on what Aomine was going to ask for for his birthday this year, this would not have been it.

“O...k...and why did we have to come to Kagami’s for you to tell me that?”

“Had to pick a dude.” He said, nonchalantly on the other man’s couch with his arms crossed. “What? Did you think I was gonna pick Kise? Gross.”

Honestly....there was no retort in your mouth at that. 

What were you supposed to say? No, that you thought he would pick a girl? There was no way you were going to go along with that, and probably wouldn’t talk to him until his next birthday if he’d asked. You’re also not really surprised he picked Kagami. Aomine might say that his type is pretty girls with big breasts, but that’s not entirely true. He was attracted to strength. Gender didn’t matter as long as they were strong, and as far as opponents go no one was stronger than Kagami right now.

Plus, no one who gushed over the Barcelona soccer team like Aomine did in his free time was 100% totally straight.

“And you think I’m just gonna go along with this asshole!?!” Kagami blurted out. Dumbfounded, and now just dumb yelling at his rival’s request. “I’m not gay Aho-mine! Besides, who would want to have sex with you?!”

“So you just check my dick out when we shower after cross training practice for posterity?” The redhead balked and turned about as bright red as his carrot top. “Yeah. Thought so.”

“And you thought I’m just gonna go along with this?” You interject. Trying to be reasonable about this insane situation.

“Well, yeah.” Aomine said with a shrug. “You get to have sex with two hot dudes. Kagami finally gets to fuck you like he always wanted. Shut up! I won’t hear no more of your lies Bakagami. And I get my birthday wish. Win-win-win.” You’re becoming disturbingly aware that Aomine may have actually thought this through.

“Ok let’s do it.”

If you thought about this anymore you were going to back out.  Eyes closed, head first, can't lose.

So here you were. Naked in between Kagami’s legs, sucking his dick while he tried to remain still and act like he wasn’t enjoying this, while Aomine sat back behind you touching your pussy.

“How is he?” The birthday boy asked. Cool as a cucumber for someone with their fingers in his girlfriend and her mouth around another guy. “Is his dick bigger than mine?”

“S-Shut up Aomine!” Kagami barked in bravado, which quickly deflated into a hiss as you run your tongue across the underside of his shaft.

“Relax. I’m just curious. Not like we can pull out rulers right now. Plus I don’t think a baka like you has a ruler.”

As he spoke, Aomine shift off the bed and walked around towards the headboard to set himself beside Kagami. The other boy seemed alarmed, but didn’t pull away. “Side by side comparison.” Aomine said, seemingly as some sort of explanation to what he was doing. Cutting off Kagami’s question as quick as one of his passes.

You popped off Kagami’s cock to look at him. Hearing what Aomine had said, and actually interested yourself.  He wasn’t bigger, per say. It depended on how you looked at it. The Serin player was thicker; not by much, but noticeable side by side. While the Tōō terror was longer.

This was quickly become a width vs distance debate, and you weren’t interested in math problems on your best days. So you just popped the head of both in your mouth.

Both boys moan at the contact of your wet mouth over their dicks. Kagami tilting his head back at the still new sensation, while Aomine was used to, but still enthralled, but your oral technique.

“Fuck baby. You’re killing me over here.” Aomine’s deep voice rumbled deeper with arousal, and your eyes flicker up to see him watching you with hazy looking eyes & his typical lazy smirk.

You come off the both of them and lick the head of his cock before going back to Kagami; still stroking Aomine. He seemed to be appreciating it more anyway. Even though he hadn’t said anything, the quiver in his gut when you’re nose pressed against his tummy, and shake of his thighs, let you know that he was enjoying this a lot more than he let on.

Apparently, he couldn’t hold back for long and lifted his hand to try and touch you. It flinched. His face grimaced, as he seemed to second guess what was ok and what was not in this moment, before Aomine’s hand came up and pressed it into your hair where it had been hoovering. Kagami looked over at his rival, who turned to look at him when he felt the other staring, smirked and kissed him. The red head tensed immediately at the gesture. But the prevailing theme of this moment was ‘fuck it’. So he relaxed and kissed Aomine back with a soft moan.

You have to say, it’s pretty hot. Watching them kiss while both of their hands massage your head was really turning you on, to the point that your pussy was throbbing. What had Aomine done to you?

The sinner in question pulled away from the other man and asked, “where do you keep your condoms Kagami?”

“I…I don’t have any.” He replied. Looking a little kiss drunk, and like he wanted another shot, as he processed Aomine’s questions.

“Geez. I have to do everything.”

He got off the bed again and strutted over to his clothes in a pile by the door. Riffling around in his pants pocket before pulling out a pack of condoms. Jesus, he really had thought about this.

“I’m going first.” He announced, tossing the box on the nightstand after he took one out. “Since it’s my birthday. You can go after. That is, if you want him to [Y/N].”

“Such a gentleman.” You reply sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at him as he got behind you again. Aomine smirked.

“Hey, that’s just the kind of guy I am.” You yip when he slapped your ass, then moved to put the condom on. “You wanna fuck him that’s fine. Or we could just spit roast you.”

“Please don’t say that….”

Condom on, Aomine lined his cock up with your vagina and pushed in. Your so wet from the earlier fingering, sucking their cocks, and watching them make out that he slid in with no problem. There was still a bit of a stretch, and you moan as he filled you.

“That’s my girl. You ready?”

You nod your head and Aomine started to thrust. Slow at first. It doesn’t stay that way for long, it never does, and soon he was thrusting hard & fast into you. Your body jolting from the force while you moan the whole time.

You open your eyes after a while. Forgetting Kagami was there for a bit in the pleasure of Aomine fucking you, to find him stroking himself in front of you. He seemed as if in a trance. His hand moving automatically as he watched the two of you have sex. Panting a little as those normally wild eyes were dulled glassy with arousal. Fuck he looked hot. You feel your pussy clench with desire as you think about him fucking you next.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby.” You hear Aomine warn behind you. The tight growl in his voice confirming that he was close. You nod enthusiastically in response. Unable to say anything more comprehensive than moaning right now, but confirming you were close too.

His thrusts speed up to short, shallow, quick bursts. Then a string of, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”, before he came. You’re not far behind him. Shouting out some wordless cry as your body tensed up, then shivered. The sound of a grunt echoed in front of you, before you feel something sticky and warm it your face & shoulder.

“S-Sorry!” Kagami apologized, quickly reaching over to his nightstand for some tissues to clean up his cum.

“Pheeewww…..” Aomine called out behind you after a moment. Pulling out and laying flat on his back at the end of Kagami’s bed with a dramatic flop. “That was fun.”

“I take it you enjoyed your birthday wish then?” You ask, tossing the tissues in Kagami’s waste basket. Trying to enjoy the moment as well before the inevitable awkwardness set in.

“I did.” Aomine confirmed. Then sat up on his elbows. “Hey, my birthday isn’t over yet.”

You know what that smirk meant, and you glance over at Kagami who glanced back at you, then Aomine. You suppose he was right. His birthday wasn’t over. Plus, you had all come this far. Might as well make the most of it while you had the chance. His birthday did only come once a year.

[obeiii-mee]

Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

[frogtanii]

sakusa was never one to get attached.

being cold and collected was kind of his brand and he stuck to it — not necessarily by choice but too many had taken advantage of his trust and love that he’d become guarded, allowing only the truest of friends to get close.

kiyoomi was once content with his life — hanging out with a handful of people, going home to film before knocking out on the couch with a glass of wine and a true crime documentary (he’s always in awe at how messy the murderers would be; he’d be much better).

that was until he met her.

meiko waltzed into sakusa’s life with her long dark hair and pretty smile, snatching his breath right from his lungs. he didn’t consider himself easily smitten but there was something about her that just broke down all of his walls in an instant.

she was kind, funny, charismatic, and super smart — his dream girl. or at least he thought she was.

it was in those late nights that she would get angry, volatile, and defensive, always picking a fight over nothing. gone was the woman who helped him pick out his suits for his videos and teased him for his choice in movies. gone was the woman who complimented the color of his eyes and called him beautiful.

in her place was a gremlin — a jealous animal who came home in the wee hours of the morning and when inquired about her whereabouts, would throw fits, breaking plates and hearts, throwing them against the wall to watch them shatter into a million pieces.

she would smell of vodka and someone else’s cologne as she berated him for being too overbearing, too clingy, too in love.

after these episodes, sakusa would retreat into himself, avoiding his friends at the house, barely uploading videos and going to sleep as soon as he possibly could.

it didn’t help that every time he went downstairs to grab a drink or a snack, there meiko would be, laughing it up with one of the other housemates (not atsumu though, never atsumu) as though she didn’t care about how she’d broken kiyoomi only hours earlier.

meiko tended to let sakusa stew in his own despair and self loathing for a few days before coming to him and “apologizing” for what she had done. she always insisted that she didn’t mean it and it would never happen again and every time without fail, kiyoomi would forgive her.

he knew it was eating him up inside, ruining his mental health and well-being but meiko was a drug — good for a moment but ultimately set out to ruin your life.

it only got worse when you moved in.

iwaizumi had expressed the need for a new member of the house and meiko offered up her childhood friend that had a budding youtube channel. the company vetted you out and ultimately agreed on allowing you in, you moving into the house within the week.

sakusa had always been bad at first impressions (and usually he didn’t care) but you were a potential escape — someone who didn’t know the drama of the house and could be an unbiased friend that he could come to when the meiko cycle began again.

unfortunately, that was unable to happen. the minute you moved in, meiko sunk her claws into all the boys, poisoning your kind visage with lies and rumors. most believed her and began to steer away from you, the ones closest to meiko choosing to treat you with extra venom.

sakusa never understood what meiko’s problem was with you but he was too beat down, too tired to question her words.

the only one who never gave in was atsumu, completely ignoring the witch and choosing to get to know you himself. sakusa would hide his tall body behind corners to observe the way you interacted with him and he was surprised— you were nothing like meiko said you were and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her hold.

why couldn’t he be stronger? why couldn’t he be more like atsumu? sakusa never believed himself to be a follower but at this point he’d lost all semblance of himself. the strong, unbothered presence that used to intimidate with just a stare was now a timid man, hunched over to avoid anything that would set his beloved off.

but now, now he had a chance. a chance to break free from meiko’s clutch and become himself again. sakusa missed who he once was and he was determined to get him back.

no matter the consequences.

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White Silence

Chapter 14 of Moonwalker: The Batch

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Crosshair x Fem!OC, Hunter x Fem!OC

Summary: Sarah is now on Kamino with Crosshair, and now she must carry on with her plan to remove his inhibitor chip and return him home.

Word count: 7.6k

Tags (PLEASE READ): SMUT 18+ (minors dni). So much to unpack for this one, ok—soft and sensual smut, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it up irl, my dudes), female oral receiving, light breast and nipple play, infidelity, heavy angst, blast wounds, inhibitor chip angst, mentions of medical procedures, foul language, even more angst, minor side character deaths, love triangles. Major character near death.

I personally believe this chapter to be far more intense than the others. Please read the tags, and if you decide you want to skip it, please let me know and I can happily give you a summary without going into the deep stuff so you can pick it up again next chapter!

A/N: (affectionately) get wrecked lol (affectionately) because this is one of the angstiest things I’ve written. I apologize in advance and hope it's not too intense--now I need to take a breather from this heh

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Nala Se

The Kaminoan was in the central control room doing Lama Su the favor of registering the most recent logs of clone wavelengths in response to their inhibitor chips. She needed to do it if she wanted any hope of the cloning operation to continue, but she knew all hope rested on whether Omega was returned to Kamino or not.

"I am well aware of her history with the clones," Rampart interrupted Nala Se's thoughts as he spoke to the hologram of Tarkin before him. "She showed no wavering or hesitation. I am truly convinced her allegiance lies with the Empire."

"We must bear in mind that her primal trigger to return to Kamino were the bounties that were set on her," Tarkin said through the hologram.

"She does not seem to show restraint," Rampart countered, "although she did mention not wanting to be pursued anymore. If it's motivation enough, it will be easier to gain her allegiance than if she had been dragged here by some bounty hunter. In any case, she has surrendered."

Sarah had returned to Kamino, and that was getting on Nala Se's nerves. She hadn't helped the Force user escape just so that she could return. Nala Se had seen the woman fight; someone like her could shake off bounty hunters any day. Why would she be desperate to get them off her back?

Why would she pull off such a stunt to do so?

She had seen the anger in Sarah's eyes as she glared at Tarkin the day they escaped. Sarah would not have been easily persuaded to enlist in the Imperial army unless something greater were at stake.

"Even so," Tarkin answered, "we must continue to contemplate the allegiance she had with the clones before the Empire."

"Her squad is well behind her, Admiral Tarkin, I will make sure of that. Upon being sighted, they shall be terminated. She is to be placed under CT-9904's command as captain."

"Proceed with caution with that plan. If she is to remain an Imperial, her loyalty hinges on that clone."

It finally dawned on Nala Se. Sarah had returned for the clone...

It was strange for Nala Se to conceive Aurora's feelings for CT-9904. To the Kaminoan, the clones were indeed living beings, but they had been bred for war nonetheless. Their purpose was combat. They weren't vessels devoid of feeling, but somehow, to Nala Se, they were all just... clones.

All except for Omega, at least.

And yet, she had seen the same Sarah shatter to her knees before for two of them. First for the ARC trooper CT-5555—Fives, was that what she called him? And now, for CT-9904.

When it had been about... Fives... Nala Se still struggled with calling each one by name rather than number. With Fives, Sarah had seemed to hate Nala Se. And she had reason to, Nala Se knew this. Sarah had only wanted to get to the bottom of what had killed her other friend, and in the process, she lost Fives.

Nala Se remembered meeting Sarah and her squad in the corridor when Omega had snuck away to meet them. She remembered the fury, the anger. It was as if Sarah was ready to personally make her pay for Fives' loss.

But then, when things were regarding CT-9904—Crosshair, was it? The sharpshooter. When Sarah was restrained, and his inhibitor chip had been augmented, he had told her to comply. Sarah had looked to Nala Se then, and though she’d expected the worst, whether it was Sarah spitting all her hate and blame on her, she didn't see Sarah's fury or any desire for revenge, even for justice.

Instead, Sarah's nebulae eyes had been pleading to Nala Se, full of worry.

"What's happening to him?" Sarah had said.

She cared so deeply about the clone that she put her hate aside.

So that is what that was. Sarah had returned with every intention of saving CT-... Crosshair.

"Train her," Tarkin said. "Send her on a few missions, and keep an eye on her. Be wary of her, if you must. Recruiting her was almost too easy."

"Understood, governor."

"And take advantage of her bond with the commander,” Tarkin continued. “If things go well, they will both be sent to Coruscant."

"Yes, sir," Rampart concluded, and he turned off the projector. He didn't seem very bothered by what Tarkin had warned him about; it seemed as if he had faith in Sarah's cause. In any case, Nala Se knew she would need it.

If Tarkin or Rampart had any reason to distrust her, Sarah might require help to escape again.

Sarah

She couldn’t allow herself to forget that his chip was still controlling, and it was only getting harder to remember that detail because of how much of his personality really shone through. Crosshair’s strength and sagacity were still there, and moreover, he’d held her in an embrace and shown signs of melancholy when Sarah had arrived, details that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him.

Crosshair walked silently next to Sarah down the bright corridors of the Kaminoan facility, corridors that were all too familiar despite her having hoped never to see them again. Distracted by her thoughts, Crosshair’s stop came abruptly when they were finally in front of a door that painfully resided in Sarah’s memory, and a wave of homesickness took over her.

“Our old barracks?” She asked him.

Crosshair didn’t answer, and instead, he opened the door.

The familiar room with the four bunks and two hammocks had been cleaned up. It didn’t wreak of testosterone anymore, but even after all that time, the skull above Hunter’s bunk was still painted, as well as the scribbles and equations on Tech’s bunk. The knife tally marks on the wall that Wrecker would use to keep track of missions were also untouched; why would the staff leave details like these, memos of individuality and the life of a family, there in the open?

How painful must it have been for Crosshair to still see all of it?

They walked inside and Crosshair locked the door behind him once it closed, watching Sarah as she reminisced every time her gaze brushed another corner of the room before she finally turned to look back at him.

“You miss them, don’t you?” She said.

He flinched away, grimacing in pain; whatever answer was coming, his chip must have forced him to leave it unsaid. Sarah walked over to him and held his bicep, caressing softly to offer him a sense of comfort.

“Hey,” she told him. “It’s okay.”

His body finally relaxed at her touch, and the two walked deeper into the room, perched next to the window gazing out at the storm. Sarah walked around her old hammock, her hand gently brushing over it; she figured she’d be sleeping there again as long as she remained there. As she moved around, she felt Crosshair’s gaze on her, and when she met him again, she smiled at the sight of him already having a toothpick secured between his lips.

But he remained serious, almost sad.

Sarah held her hand out to him, and though she didn’t expect him to answer, Crosshair obliged to her when she beckoned and walked up to her, locking his fingers with hers, letting Sarah pull him in closer and look up at his eyes, feeling his warm breath fanning on her skin.

“Why are you here?” He asked her.

Her body relaxed as she let her hands slip around his back. “I missed you, Crosshair.”

A very faint gleam in his eyes made it seem like his heart broke at the words—perhaps it was the thought that no one in the squad would miss him? Or was it perhaps that he wanted to speak up too, to reciprocate the longing, but he couldn’t because of the chip?

“I had to come back for you,” Sarah added. “I couldn’t spend another day without you, I just couldn’t.”

She felt she could shatter at the amount of conflict in his eyes, and she figured that, if words were making him struggle, a gesture could make him feel better. She took one of his hands in hers, and the other traveled up to cup his face. His skin was warm and she could feel hints of his five-o’clock shadow coming in, and Sarah couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips.

Just having him close to her, feeling his warmth and his softness, it was making her heart race.

Crosshair leaned into her palm and closed his eyes, letting out a long exhale as he finally relaxed. His fingers squeezed around her palm, and Sarah perked up on her toes while he bent down so that she could kiss his cheekbone. He turned his head, allowing his lips to gently brush over Sarah’s, and flicked the toothpick aside to press down and kiss her softly, almost shy.

Sarah’s kiss in return was just as soft; their lips moved together, gently in tandem while the storm raged outside. She could feel a shift in Crosshair as soon as her lips had touched his, as though that had been the key to put any conflict and mind control aside if it could only mean being with her, and gradually, Crosshair added more strength into his kissing and draped an arm around her body. Sarah followed by wrapping her arms around his shoulders, forcing any space between them to disappear.

But then, she hesitated, and taking a short step back, Sarah pressed against his shoulders and got his attention.

“What’s wrong?” He asked her.

"There's something you should know," Sarah sighed.

Crosshair faintly raised his brows to prompt her on, and for a moment, he seemed exactly like the old Crosshair, like he’d recovered himself fully from the grasp of the chip—and it only made matters harder on Sarah.

"While you were gone, I... I've been seeing someone."

"Oh," Crosshair muttered, though apparently unbothered, his grip firm on her body. "Can't say I blame you."

"Except you can,” she said.

"Is it someone I know?" He asked her softly, without anger.

Sarah's features dropped. "Hunter and I got together."

As Crosshair took it in, he did his best not to appear angry even if that was his natural state. But he truly wasn't angry, at least, not at Sarah, but rather at the seeming notion that his older brother who'd chosen to leave him there had also taken over his love life.

“Did… Have Hunter and you…?”

“No,” Sarah stuttered. “No, we’ve kissed, but–we haven’t—”

She trailed off, realizing she’d ruined things.

"I'm sorry, Crosshair," Sarah sounded like she was about to cry. "I love Hunter, but I love you too. I love you, I loved you first and I can't stop. I love both of you."

His gaze traveled to the floor, but a faint smile appeared on his lips as his arms slid around Sarah's waist.

"I don't care that you're with Hunter," Crosshair said, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his torso. "You can be with him too and I couldn’t care less. You just told me you love me."

"Cross!" She yelped, followed by a giggle as Crosshair took her over to his bunk and splattered her facing up, while he crawled on top of her, towering and craving her body.

"Hold on," Sarah stopped him. “Are you sure about this?”

“Sarah…” He spoke softly. “Do have any fucking clue how much I’ve wanted to do this since we met?”

“Cross…” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“And I know you had something to do with it, because I’ve always felt…”

“The imprint,” she finished for him.

Crosshair scoffed. “If you say so.”

Their gazes locked; Sarah raised her hand again to caress his cheek, her heart aching at his warmth and at how utterly right it felt to be with him, to be under him, to have him so close. Not a day had passed since he was taken that she hadn’t thought of him; all that mattered was Crosshair, all she could think of was Crosshair.

And she could tell, both by the look in his eyes and through their imprint in the Force, that Crosshair felt the same. He’d thought of her, wondered if she still loved him or she’d lost faith in him, wishing that if his whole family had deserted him, that at least she could somehow return, or that perhaps he could free himself and return to her…

Crosshair held her hand and lifted it from his face so that he could tilt his head and find her wrist with his lips, planting a series of delicate kisses down her forearm. Sarah let out a chuckle, her marks tingling with a sweet arousal at having his lips on her skin, and suddenly, every ounce of trouble and worry faded, and she found herself grinning brightly at Crosshair.

Before he reached her lips, Sarah turned her face, giggling.

"I won't do anything unless you say it too,” she teased.

Crosshair smirked as he continued to hover over her.

"You were always such a clever girl," he purred.

With his fingers, he gently tilted her gaze up to look at him and he slowly lowered his lips close to hers, aching to taste her yet knowing he wanted to oblige to her request. Crosshair looked her in those exotic, nebulous eyes, his own gaze softening just for a moment while his truest feelings came to the surface.

"I love you, Sarah."

He kissed her with a tender care, and yet, a fire that screamed that he had to have her now. They’d been apart for too long, always on the other’s mind; they needed each other, needed to take in all of the other, drown in each other’s scent and taste.

They willed it, the stars willed it, and if they were granted the chance to be together, they would take it.

When Crosshair groaned into the kiss, Sarah felt herself melting into the thin mattress of his bunk, feeling as his weight slowly pressed down on her. Her entire body quivered at having Crosshair on top of her, his lips on hers, it was as if the marks and tattoos that decorated her body had lit themselves in a vivid, bright-red heat, her skin tingling wherever he touched her, her body aching with pleasure at the softest of touches.

She began to part her legs, granting him better access to her body, slowly wrapping them around his waist, sealing the remaining space between their bodies. As Crosshair broke the kiss from her lips to tease her neck, Sarah tugged at his belt and at the plates of plastoid that covered his body, and though she couldn’t think, she knew exactly what she wanted. It was obvious that Crosshair wanted it too.

Her tugging on his armor became more firm until her hands found their way to his belt, undoing it altogether and tossing it aside. Crosshair hurried and stood up from the bunk, removing plate by plate of his dark armor while Sarah helped him, until he was just in the body glove that finely covered his lean silhouette.

She looked him up and down, her lips parting softly at his sheer beauty. Sarah got up from the bunk as well and walked up to him, her hands delicately undoing the buttons of Crosshair’s neckline while he carefully removed Sarah’s jewelry and accessories before finally moving on to remove her top after she slid his shirt off.

Their upper bodies now bare, Crosshair and Sarah took a moment to take in the other’s allure. While he rested his fingertips on the curve of her back, their skins burning as they touched, Sarah slid her hands up his torso, feeling every line of his muscles, until her hands rested at the back of his neck where her fingers could tickle his beautiful, silver locks.

He took a moment to look at the chain around her neck with the two diamonds hanging delicately above her breasts, and Crosshair looked at them with melancholy, even brushing his thumb over the diamond that Sarah had deemed as his. After all that time, she still wore them. She kept them safe, just as she had kept the promise of going back for him.

Their lips met again. It was slow and delicate as opposed to the fire they’d started with; Sarah rejoiced in feeling his skin at her fingertips, she could even feel the shivers going down his spine when she touched him. Slowly, her knees gave out beneath her, and Crosshair led her back to the bunk and sat her on the edge while he got down on his knees in front of her after removing the bottom part of his undersuit.

Kissing her lips once more, Crosshair began to trail his kisses down her chest as Sarah tried to get glimpses of his bare body, craving to see him as he was. Her efforts were thwarted when Crosshair reached her breasts, at first merely placing gentle kisses on the soft flesh until he squeezed her mounds to his pleasure, switching right and left to lick and suck at the erected buds. An expert with his tongue, he drew little mewls and silky moans from the woman he loved, groaning into her skin every time she fisted his silver hair and tugged on it.

He made his way lower, finding himself more aroused with every noise she made and with every plea and desire she whispered into the darkness, begging him to make her his. Swiftly, Crosshair removed her trousers and panties, gazing hungrily at her skin as he parted her legs in front of him. His breath on her arousal felt cool, yet another wave of that unimaginable ecstasy only he could shower her with.

“Crosshair, please…” she quivered. “Don’t stop, please…”

Crosshair smirked; he’d never dream of keeping her waiting, not now that they’d spoken their love to each other. Slowly, he lowered himself, tracing his tongue slowly over her clit and moving it in short-ranged circles, with the right amount of pressure to have her melting. Sarah whimpered loudly, helplessly—anyone treading outside would hear her for sure.

“Cross—!” She stopped halfway through his name to moan fully, throwing her head back as she sank further into pleasure. She only looked back down when she felt Crosshair’s piercing brown eyes beckoning her gaze.

Their eyes met, each pair spectacular on its own, capable of creating magic when they were together. Looking at him, feeling his tongue flick faster over her folds, hearing him groan into her cunt and feeling the vibrations he sent with his voice, with his presence, all through her body, it was so much at once. She was getting too dangerously close to her release far faster than she thought possible.

She’d welcome it either way.

Sarah didn’t hold back when the waves of pleasure came and went in delicious, liquid heat through her body. Her body quaked as her grip on Crosshair’s curls tightened and her thighs squeezed around him, while he breathed heavily into her pussy, not relenting his tongue’s pace for anything in the galaxy. Sarah cried out his name in the form of every mewl, whimper, and moan that escaped her.

There was only them.

Crosshair retracted from her folds before overstimulating her, planting delicate kisses along her inner thighs to soothe her, letting her catch her breath. He kept it up until he felt her hand sliding under his chin, lifting his gaze up to look at her, calling him to her. Crosshair crawled up while she lay back on the bunk, again caging her body to the mattress.

Sarah cupped his jaw with the same tenderness as before and brought him down to kiss her again, tasting herself on his lips, her body trembling more at the thought of it. She opened her legs, pleading him to finally enter her, and Crosshair obliged. He smirked into the kiss, his smugness and arrogance shining through—he knew Sarah loved that about him—and he took his cock into his hand, placing it at her entrance.

“This will hurt just for a while,” he whispered.

Sarah nodded at him and braced herself for the stretch, whimpering at the sudden pain she felt between her legs as Crosshair slowly slid himself in. She didn’t have to wait long for the pain to turn into pleasure, nodding at him again when he could start moving.

And when Crosshair began thrusting, the two groaned heavily, both lost in the bliss that they felt. His luscious pace allowed them to feel every sensation, to savor the delicacy, and Crosshair couldn’t keep his lips off of her. He found her cheekbone, her jawline, her chin, her lips, kissing and tenderly sucking on her flesh.

“I missed you,” Crosshair confessed between kisses.

“Cross…” Sarah sighed.

“I…” Crosshair groaned, cursing under his breath. “Fuck, I love you.”

“Crosshair,” Sarah whimpered, perking up to peck his lips. “I love you…”

Crosshair clawed the pillow under her head, his muscles clenching while he tensed, giving Sarah a wonderful sight. They were both drawing closer to their climaxes, in unison, whispering their declarations of love back and forth in soft whispers that only they could hear, until her vision blurred and he sped up his thrusting.

He rested his forehead on hers and looked deeply into her eyes as he came. Sarah, overwhelmed by pleasure for the second time that night, grinded her hips against Crosshair for more sweet friction, her hands delicately scratching up and down his back as her marks burned with ecstasy.

When she felt Crosshair release inside of her, her body relaxed onto the bunk as she breathed heavily and tried to make sense of the world around her. Smiling, Crosshair watched her tenderly, as he slowly descended his body beside her with what little strength he still had. He observed the way her chest rose and fell, slowing down gradually as she recovered her breath, and when her eyes opened again, he could almost swear that the colorful flecks in her irises were brighter.

Sarah smiled brightly at him and took his hand, bringing it up to her chest just over her heart. She then turned her body, facing him, inching herself closer to him until he wrapped his arms around her.

“What about the others?” Sarah asked. “Maybe we should get dressed—”

“They can sleep in the hall for all I care,” Crosshair replied.

She laughed. “I expected no less from you.”

Crosshair gave a low chuckle and held her firmly, rolling her over to the other side of the bunk, her body pinned between him and the wall. He freed the blanket from underneath them and pulled it over both of their bodies; to sleep in the bunk together, they’d have to be pressed very close, but it wouldn’t be a problem with them.

And he held her, reveling in her warmth, nuzzling her hair, kissing whatever spot of her skin he could, with utter disregard of who or what could walk into the barracks, until they both fell asleep.

Sarah didn’t fail to notice Crosshair’s tight grip around her body when she woke, a grip that had gradually tightened overnight as he clung more to her while he slept. She’d also never forget the way he quivered and trembled in his sleep, possibly the consequence of a nightmare, or simply a fear of being left alone again when he was in his most vulnerable state, when even the chip wouldn’t have any control over what happened to him.

He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he’d held onto her when he woke up, only seconds after Sarah did.

There were telltale signs that the rest of Sarah’s temporary squadron had managed to unlock the door and get into the barracks while she and Crosshair slept; an unmade bunk, a clean and folded set of body gloves over another one, an opened foot locker that hadn’t been put back in its place. Nobody had bothered them or commented on the fact that they slept together, naked in the same bunk.

Perhaps they feared their commander too much to comment.

But once they’d gotten dressed, and Crosshair had to head to the training facility while he awaited instructions, Sarah went to the medical bay by herself to undergo her medical examination. It wasn’t a long process, but her mind raced the whole time she was there, thinking of ways she could sneak around and find a place where she could have Crosshair’s chip remove.

Before she could get her gear and head to training, Sarah had to hear the results of her medical exam due to protocol, leaving her lying on the infirmary bed with nothing to do. When she couldn’t take it anymore, Sarah sat up and got the assistant medical droid’s attention.

“Do you mind if I go get some water?” She asked politely. “I’m feeling a bit dehydrated.”

“I could get it for you,” the droid replied in a smooth, female voice.

“Oh, no, I insist,” Sarah said, already getting up. “I’ve been lying on this bed for too long, I’d like to get up and move around.”

“Well then, by all means,” the droid said. “I hope to have your results ready by the time you return.”

She nodded in thanks at the droid and set out to the halls once more, having no time to waste. Jogging around the med bay, Sarah eventually found the rooms designated for special procedures, and it suddenly occurred to her she could find help after all, if she could even call it help.

Nala Se. She knew all about the chips, and she’d helped Sarah escape once. It was a long shot, but it could work, and Sarah was willing to resort to almost anything if it meant saving Crosshair.

Sarah snuck into one of the rooms, and the elaborate medical equipment loomed above. She sat in front of the central computer and began looking around its database, finding a particular procedure named level five atomic brain scan, which set off alarms in her head as she remembered vaguely of Fives telling her about it. Sarah selected it and the procedure led to the option of extraction once the scan was completed.

She’d found it.

The door opened behind her and Sarah flinched, started as she looked at whoever came in until a wave of strange relief mixed with the old grudge washed over her.

“Strange, but I was hoping to run into you,” Sarah said.

“You returned,” Nala Se said in return.

“I did,” Sarah’s voice turned hushed. “I, uh… I didn’t get to thank you for helping me escape. It meant a lot to me.”

Nala Se acknowledged with a bow. “Why have you come here?”

Sarah hesitated—she would never forget her involvement in Fives’ death for anything in the galaxy, but she currently had other priorities. She got one of her feelings telling her that explaining to Nala Se wouldn’t be a mistake, and as always, she chose to trust in what the Force was trying to show her.

“I returned for Crosshair,” Sarah replied. “I intend to walk out of here with him, but not without first removing his inhibitor chip.”

“So you know about the inhibitor chips too,” Nala Se said.

“Omega told us,” Sarah replied.

At the mention of Omega, Nala Se seemed to soften, her features dropping with worry and nostalgia.

“She’s fine, don’t worry,” Sarah told her. “She’ll be even safer if I can get the chip out of Crosshair.”

“Are you familiar with the procedure?” Nala Se looked over at the screen, changing the subject.

“Barely,” Sarah replied. “Now that I remember, I think one of my friends died because of it upon removal.”

“Yes, the trooper whose chip was defective and it malfunctioned,” Nala Se explained. “In being defective, it affected more of his cerebral activity, thus causing his demise upon removal.”

Sarah’s heart sank, her body going cold. “Is Crosshair’s chip defective? What with him being engineered differently…”

“No,” Nala Se replied without stammering. “His chip simply did not respond to its full extent due to his mutations altering his craneal activity. In the end, I had to augment the programming of his inhibitor chip to have him comply with the Empire’s commands.”

“What?” Her eyes widened. “How?”

“By putting him in a machine like this one,” Nala Se gestured at the equipment. “Two beams were placed onto his temples to intensify the chip’s function. With such a procedure, CT-9904—”

“Crosshair.”

Nala Se stuttered. “Crosshair is incapable of disobeying any commands he is given. He could resist before, now, he cannot.”

Sarah’s expression hardened, anger bubbling inside her at the thought of Nala Se doing that to Crosshair. The Kaminoan noticed and understood Sarah’s apprehension, averting her gaze to the floor.

“I had no choice,” Nala Se admitted.

Sarah sighed and forced herself to calm down; she figured Crosshair wouldn’t be the first one without a say in his destiny when it came to the Empire.

“That doesn’t matter now,” Sarah relaxed. “So, you’re telling me that if I remove his chip, he’ll make it?”

“There is a high chance of survival,” Nala Se answered. “I must warn you, even in healthy clones, this procedure has its risks. This is a dangerous surgery.”

“I imagine,” Sarah stilled the trembling of her voice. “But I think it’s more dangerous to leave it inside. When can I come back with him?”

Nala Se paused as she reviewed the med bay’s activity levels in her mind. “You will find the least concurrence at 0200 hours, but I will not be able to help you directly. What you are about to do is treason.”

“I understand,” Sarah answered. “In any case, you’ve already helped me a lot. I… I owe you one.”

“Keep Omega safe and you can consider your debt paid,” Nala Se told her.

Sarah crossed her forearm over her chest, her fist over her heart. “You have my word.”

After one more bow of mutual respect, Sarah left the room with her plan already made. As soon as she’d gained the trust of her superiors, she’d bring Crosshair to the room and remove his chip, and then they’d both be out of there. So far, her plan had been successful.

Sure enough, when she returned to the infirmary, her results were ready like the droid had said. Everything was perfect with her physical condition, which authorized the next part of protocol in which she’d be given her attire. A clone trooper with clean-white armor led her out of the med bay and back to her barracks where now, on the table in the middle of the room was a set of all-black armor waiting for her.

Sarah went in by herself and the door closed behind her. She hesitated to take the armor and put it on, but it was all part of the charade. Besides, matching with Crosshair for a couple more days wouldn’t be so bad.

She changed out of her usual clothes and put on the body glove first, later attaching the plastoid armor to her figure. When she was done, she looked at her reflection in the window and took in how she looked in the armor as she pulled her hair into a low bun behind her for it to fit into the helmet, lastly attaching the shoulder pad on the left side of her armor to signify her rank.

Captain Sarah Adhara of the Imperial Elite military.

She tried not to like it too much. She reached out and looked at the helmet, a phase 2 clone helmet, black with a green visor and a scope on its right side. She stared at it as her heart beat faster with premonition, hating the fact that the armor belonged to the Empire, signified loyalty to it, but she was willing to do that and more.

For Crosshair.

*

Training had let her take her mind off things, and finally fighting alongside Crosshair after so long had been wonderful on a spiritual level. The rest of the squadron adopted an immediate sense of respect towards Sarah after seeing her skill, possibly realizing that her place on the squad wasn’t only due to her intimate relationship with the commander while they were at it.

Sarah had made it obvious that she and Crosshair together in battle were perfect together.

When their session was done and they were at the edge of the training ground awaiting their next orders, Sarah walked up to Crosshair and removed her helmet, smiling brightly at him. While Crosshair remained silent, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“How do I look?” She grinned at him.

He kept quiet, but his little smile widened, and Sarah was glad to see that side of him hadn’t changed even with the programming. As Crosshair got closer to her, he tapped her chin with his finger, and Sarah took her hand up to cup his cheek, a gesture she’d grown fond of.

She brushed her fingers over the coarseness of his beard coming in. “You should grow it out.”

Crosshair chuckled. “It’s not regulation, ace.”

Sarah felt her lips quivering at hearing his nickname for her after so long.

“Since when do you care about regulation, commander?”

Crosshair fell silent again for too long without answering, leaving Sarah to doubt if he actually did care about rules now.

Before she could comment anything, however, Crosshair’s comm device began to beep, revealing it was Admiral Rampart.

“Commander, I need you in central command to brief you on your next mission,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Crosshair answered in his usual, cold tone before cutting the connection and looking at Sarah again, a sly smile appearing on his features before he put on his helmet. “Stay with them. I won’t be long.”

“Okay,” Sarah said softly as she watched him go, her heart sinking at the news.

If they were sent on a mission away from Kamino, it would delay her plans, if not entirely ruin them.

When the silence was too thick at the training grounds, Sarah turned around to face the other three troopers who looked at her all too curiously, whether they were staring at her hair, her eyes, or the marks that delicately framed her face. She smiled at them, awkwardly, as it felt weird to address the squad she would soon desert.

“I haven’t properly introduced myself,” she said. “I’m Sarah, your captain.”

They nodded with the same level of hesitation before ES-04, a tall woman of color with a strong frame, dark curls and kind eyes addressed her.

“What are our orders now?” She asked.

“We haven’t gotten them yet,” Sarah replied. “I suppose we could just wait and be ready in case we’re ordered to ship out, or if you’d like, we could run another training course before the commander returns.”

The other two troopers nodded and began to prep, and Sarah was about to do the same when ES-04 approached her timidly.

“So…” she said. “What’s with you and the commander?”

Sarah smiled softly. “We've known each other for a while and fought together during the last months of the war. We had a thing going on, but we had to split up when he was recruited. I missed him terribly, so here I am.”

Skeptically, the trooper raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Sarah stood on alert. “Yeah, why?”

She looked heavily at the ground. “Look… I don’t know what he was like before, but now, he’s ruthless.”

“Oh,” Sarah nodded softly, with no particular emotion. “Well, he’s always been like that, disregarding rules, blunt as all hell, as I’m sure you know. But he’s a good man, he means well.”

Her skepticism didn’t fade, and she almost looked pitifully at Sarah. “You don’t know.”

Sarah got another feeling telling her not to ignore what the trooper was trying to say.

“Know what?” Sarah asked, barely above a whisper.

With a heavy heart, the trooper looked Sarah in the eyes. “He’s killed civilians, captain. He’s pulled the trigger and ordered further execution, and he even killed one of our own for not complying.”

Sarah’s body froze, her eyes widening in utter horror as she desperately tried not to picture Crosshair killing innocent people. She stared at the trooper, begging with her gaze for her to revoke what she’d just told her, but the trooper did no such thing. ES-04 gently grasped Sarah’s shoulder, sympathizing, offering a slither of comfort in the Empire’s frigid shadow.

“He did it in the name of orders,” she concluded.

Good soldiers follow orders.

They were turning him into a monster.

“Excuse me,” Sarah said, her gaze grateful towards the trooper who’d just told her the truth, even though she’d had enough of the Empire doing what they wanted with Crosshair.

She stormed out of the training ground and made her way towards central command, her pace growing faster every meter, fists clenched, her body switching between hot and cold. She barged into the room without regard for anyone else who could be there, her furious eyes finding Rampart instantly as he dared to stand in front of Crosshair.

“You had him kill civilians?!” Her voice thundered with power around the room.

Rampart looked at her, genuinely puzzled as to why she could be so enraged, until he heeded Tarkin’s words and realized it was about the commander.

“Commander CT-9904 had orders to eliminate Saw Gerrera’s group of insurgents—”

“He has a name,” she growled. “And this is not what he signed up for—you had him pull the trigger on innocent people!”

Around the room, lights began to flicker on and off, software began to short circuit, and a low rumble could be heard as the place subtly began to quake.

“Sarah, stop!” Crosshair rushed to her, grasping her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“He’s a good man, Rampart,” Sarah ignored him. “He wouldn’t have done that had he not been ordered to, you’re taking advantage of him and turning him into one of your merciless vessels—”

“Stand down, captain,” Rampart spoke equally menacingly, his good-chap charm disappearing.

With that and Crosshair’s grip on her, she quieted down, and the room stopped shaking.

“We’re not an execution squad,” she said. “And we shouldn’t be ordered to commit war crimes.”

“Your concern has been noted, captain,” Rampart brushed it off. “You are dismissed, and do not raise your voice at your superiors ever again.”

One of her hands balled to a fist at her side, while the other one went to clutch Crosshair’s wrist, not daring to let him out of sight for another second.

“Sorry, sir,” she took a bruise to her ego.

Rampart turned his back on them, expecting them to leave, and Sarah turned to lead them both outside of the control room and onto the corridors.

“Have you lost your mind?!” Crosshair whisper-yelled at her.

“Probably,” her voice trembled.

The med bay. She had to take him there. She had to get that chip out of him now.

“Sarah, we need to get back to the training ground,” Crosshair said.

But she almost didn’t hear him. She just kept walking, leading him away while he tried to get her back to go with him.

“Sarah—”

She stopped altogether and stood in the middle of the hallway, facing him, delicately cupping his face.

“Trust me,” her voice broke and her hands on his cheeks quivered. “I need you to trust me on this. I’m putting an end to this nightmare, Crosshair. It’s over, just come with me.”

In that time, Rampart had managed to exit the control room and joins the corridor several meters away from them, but still within hearing range. Protectively, and still holding Crosshair’s wrist, Sarah stood between him and Rampart.

“Tarkin warned me about your intentions,” Rampart said. “It’s a shame, really. I actually trusted you.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she countered. “I’m going to undo the damage you did to him. If he decides to still be loyal to the Empire after that, we’re both all yours. Otherwise, he’s coming with me, and you’re going to let him unless you want me to sink this whole facility to the ocean ground with you in it.”

“I do not have time for your wagers,” Rampart answered, his voice deceptively calm and unbothered as he looked at Crosshair. “CT-9904—”

With the Force, Sarah lifted Rampart and shoved him away before he could give Crosshair any orders. She tightened her grip around Crosshair’s wrist and ran off with him, realizing she wouldn’t be able to remove his chip there unless she sentenced both of them to being trapped. She’d have to get Crosshair in the Y-Wing, take him elsewhere, and figure out another way to get his chip out.

It would be enough so long as both of them made it out of there alive.

As they ran, their comms began to beep, a signal coming from Rampart. She tried to take the comm from Crosshair, hoping to break the connection before he could hear the order.

“CT-9904, you are ordered to terminate the captain. Shoot to kill.”

She’d been too late.

Crosshair didn’t obey immediately. He and Sarah looked each other in the eyes, both with wide, worried looks, as Crosshair’s eyes began to fill with tears.

“No,” Sarah shook her head gently at him, her body going icy and numb. “Crosshair, don’t…”

He breathed heavily and grimaced, desperately trying to resist the painful order he’d received, and with tears still staining him, rolling in streams down his face, Crosshair began to aim his rifle at her. His entire body tensed as he removed his gaze from Sarah, struggling between wanting to focus on her and not daring to see her, as he went onto look through the scope.

“Go!” Crosshair yelled, strained and guttural.

“Crosshair—”

“Leave!” He cried.

Crosshair struggled and grunted in pain as it was the only thing he could do to keep himself from complying, and Sarah was forced to watch him, frozen with panic, sobbing in place as feared for her life, feared for him, feared everything.

Her hand traveled to her blaster—now was the time for her to stun him and carry him out of there, but Crosshair lost his battle and beat her to it, launching the first blast from her rifle.

The blast was aimed at her shoulder, and Crosshair never missed. He was still fighting.

There was still hope.

“Sarah, leave!” He sobbed.

Whether she chose to run or to stay, Sarah had to choose immediately. Knowing that she had to move, she began to run, hoping to lead Crosshair to her, trusting in his will to fight just a little longer, just enough for her to lure him to the Y-Wing and stun him, fly off with him at last.

Another blast was fired at her, and she managed to deflect it upwards for it to hit the lights, making the entire corridor go dark. She continued to run, taking advantage of the darkness to shield herself.

“R6!” She yelled into her own comm. “Get the ship running, meet me at the external landing platforms, quick!”

I’ll be there, boss!

It wasn’t long before Sarah was on the outer platforms of the facility. The intense storm got her drenched in no time, and soon, Crosshair caught up to her. Sarah finally reached for her hand blaster, setting it to stun, but from the lower levels of the outer platforms, more troopers began firing at Sarah, forcing her to retreat even further.

She could hear the Y-Wing’s engines in the distance; it was now or never. The danger of the stunt she was about to pull off was evident, but now more than ever, Sarah kept her faith. But she was at the very edge of the platform; retreating further would mean leaping into the vast ocean of Kamino, lost in its icy oblivion, while in front and below, blasts continued to come her way.

Sarah aimed the blaster to finally stun Crosshair, but he shot it out of her hand, disarming her in less than a second. She resorted to moving the force around him, immobilizing him, and he struggled to escape her grip while she suffered as she watched him do it.

That was one hand occupied, and she still needed to buy time for R6 to arrive. Fear and anger took their places in her intentions, pushing her towards her escape, as she aimed her free hand at the lower platform. She twisted it as she wielded the Force around it, making it shake just enough so that the troopers would fall to the ground dropping their blasters, a few of them falling into the ocean.

But even that would be futile as a squadron of troopers appeared behind Crosshair.

She began to fear she’d have to leave him there.

Sarah timed the seconds it would take for R6 to hover behind her when the Y-Wing finally came into sight, and she moved fast. She let go of Crosshair, shoving him so that his aim and balance would be thrown off, buying herself time to run away. She just hoped it was enough.

She turned her back, running towards the edge where R6 stopped the Y-Wing mid air.

And it happened so fast that she feared she timed it all terribly wrong, for she heard the distinctive sound of the 773 Firepuncher’s blast being fired, followed by R6 screeching, alarmed, as Sarah felt a sharp pain in the center of her chest, and everything went black.

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