#tempted to like. plot it and make it an Actual Fic maybe

[katyobsesses]

Uhg I need Bridgerton friends to bounce ideas off for my Modern AU 😭

Like? Agatha Danbury?? Would she and Violet's dad actually gotten together in a world where divorce isn't as frowned upon? Or would it have still been just an affair?

In other words do I make Agatha Danbury basically the Bridgerton's grandmother???

[cloyingcadaver]

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[monstersholygrail]

more skeleton suiter. he seems like he likes books.

Referring to this fic

You twirl your hair as you walk through Skeleton Suitor’s living room, looking through all of his ancient looking bookshelves. You two had decided to go to his house this time.

At first, you had invited him over to your place where you could show him movies. And that ended up leading to you showing him how to kiss which… lead to some other stuff. But now here you are in his bachelor pad. At least you think it would be a bachelor pad by his standards anyway.

When you had first gotten to his place, you were embarrassed to admit you were shocked to see a vast and aged manor on a large plot of land that he had owned for a long time. Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised. He was an Eldritch Lich after all, he’s been around forever. And nothing about him really screamed “modern.”

Still, it took you by surprise. Or maybe what really surprised you was the fact that a guy you were dating was actually a home owner and not some deadbeat like the others in the past.

Now you peruse his many books on the countless shelves that fill his home. You wonder how one person can read so many things before you remind yourself that he’s been around a lot longer than you realize.

His eyes are on you now, watching you. Waiting for you to react to his home.

“Read to me?” Is the first thing you ask before you whirl around to face him.

The bone of his jaw drops and you can tell you’ve taken him by surprise. The flames in his eyes flicker with interest though.

“Is that what you wish? Wherever did such a request come from?” He asks, his voice a delicious deep raps that reminds you of just what that tongue in his mouth can do.

You only give him a shy little shrug, reaching out to fiddle around with one of the books on his shelf. Unknowingly picking one of the nastiest toe-curling smut books written in his original Lich language.

“I showed you human culture last time so this time read me something from yours. You like to read, right?” You ask as you hold the book for him to take.

Pleasantly surprised by your request, your Skeleton bf nods in response, smiling as best as he’s able. The two of you naturally fall onto the couch, his hard body spooning you from behind as he holds the book out for you both to see.

Yet it doesn’t take long after he starts reading to realize your mistake. Not only in what book you accidentally chose but also in underestimating how turned on you’d get by the sound of his deep raspy voice.

His voice washes over you like waves crashing along the shore, shooting tingly sparks down your spine. You grow more aware of your surroundings the longer he translates the book into a language you can understand. His chest is pressed right against your back, his voice seeping right into your ear. His lack of breath only makes you squirm more against him.

As the book gets more dirty, one smut scene after the next, arousal courses through you, demanding to be satisfied. By now your panties are completely soaked through and you can’t stop thinking about it no matter how much you try. Not even listening to him reading anymore, your mind so consumed with need.

“Would you like to try this scene? Perhaps it’ll allow you to focus more,” your Skeleton bf suddenly muses, jolting you out of your thoughts.

A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and down your neck and your bf watches it, finding the life force inside you so tempting and arousing. It was a sign of the blood that flows through your veins and there was nothing sexier to him than seeing your life force thrive. It’s obvious both of you are too riled up to focus so you hesitantly nod and watch as your bf’s eyes spark a lustful red.

You lay back down on the couch, watching closely as your bf gently but quickly rids you of your clothes while keeping his on as the scene in the book demanded. He spreads your thick thighs as far as they can go on the narrow couch and stuff himself between them, groaning at the feel of your flesh beneath his palms and the scent of your arousal.

The only warning you get is seeing his long tentacle tongue flick out, wetting his bony mouth, before he dives right in lapping at your drooling cunt and devouring you like a man starved.

You cry out, hips bucking as sparks race through your body and shoot straight down to your clit. The aphrodisiac venom that coats his tentacle tongue works its magic. Your body growing unbearably hot till you writhe against him in your impatience and your mind growing deliciously hazy as you let it take hold.

Luckily his bony fingers are right there to dig into your plush softness and drag you back harder against his mouth as his tentacle explores all your depths, ensuring every single inch of you is covered in his aphrodisiac. It only takes minutes to work before you’re a dripping mess, copious amounts of your slick pushing out with every flutter of your cunt.

And your bf is right there to happily lick it up, which only gives him more to eat. He could stay there, right between your thighs for the rest of his very long life. Living off of nothing but the sweet nectar of your cunt.

“So messy, my sweet. Making such a mess, aren’t you? Worry not, I’ll clean you right up,” he says darkly, his words sounding more like a threat than anything else and you shiver against him.

With a fierce growl his tentacle tongue plunges deep inside you once again, fucking you with his mouth like he’s trying to scoop out your insides and drag them right into his eager mouth.

The aphrodisiac venom has your body pulsing and you can’t hold on any longer as you cum hard, your vision flashing white as you soak your bf’s face till your essence is dripping off his cheeks and chin. He works you through your orgasm, drinking up every drop you offer him, only shifting away hesitantly when you push at his shoulder.

Even though his venom still rolls through you, begging for another release, the overstimulation has you twitching and panting already. Seeing your need for a break, your bf returns to holding you in his embrace, picking his book back up.

“Shall we continue?” He asks and you marvel at him, bewilderment in your gaze.

Yet his words only inflame your simmering lust, the double meaning behind them affecting you more than you thought possible. And you know he won’t even manage to finish the chapter before you’ll need to have him again.

[fullsunstrawberry]

Teaser out now!

pairings: Brother Best Friend Haechan x Virgin Reader (hints of Jeno x reader and Sungchan x reader)

summary: When you sets out to finally lose your virginity, your mission is simple—until your older brother’s best friend steps in, vowing to be your personal chastity belt. After a fight he makes it his mission to get his revenge... by blocking every hookup attempt you makes. But the more he interferes, the more complicated things get and suddenly, the line between rivalry and something more starts to blur.

content warning: It's okay to be a virgin this was just for the plot (im literally still a virgin), drinking, talks of cheating but no actual cheating, heavy make-outs, grinding, jealousy, haechan cockblocking twice, virgin reader, experienced haechan, reader being a brat, haechan being a brat “tamer”, smut warnings will be added to full fic

word count for teaser: 837

word count: Over 14k

authors note: This is long overdue...im backk! <3

“Why don’t we go and find a better place to talk.” 

You tilted your head back slightly to meet Jeno’s intense gaze, your lips curling into a small smirk. “A better place to talk, huh? And where exactly did you have in mind?” you asked teasingly, though the butterflies in your stomach betrayed how nervous you were.

Jeno smirked, his fingers lightly touching your waist as he leaned in. “Let’s go somewhere quiet. Maybe a bedroom? Away from all this noise.”

The idea of some alone time with him was very tempting. The night had already taken a surprising turn, and you figured there was no harm in seeing where it would lead. “Alright,” you said, your voice softer now as you stepped back, giving him a playful tug on his hand.

“Lead the way.”

As Jeno guided you through the crowded room, you were starting to get nervous. Was this finally happening? And with a hot guy like Jeno too? The music and energy of the party seemed to fade into the background as you both stepped into a room that was unlocked. 

Jeno shut the door and turned back to you. “I've been dying to kiss you all night.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You teased back. 

Without another word, Jeno closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours. 

His touch was hot, every brush of his fingers against your skin sent shivers through you, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment with him. 

He backed up so he could sit on the bed with your lips still chasing his. As the kiss deepened, Jeno’s hands began to explore your body. Pulling you onto his lap and running his fingers up your back to push you further into him. 

Your body started to tense up, never getting this far with anyone before but you were so turned on. Jeno seemed to sense it too, his kisses growing more urgent as he trailed them down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and you froze in place. Your heart leaped into your throat as you quickly pulled away from Jeno, your breath hitching. The startled look you exchanged with him was all too telling.

Haechan stood in the doorway, arms crossed and face unreadable. His eyes moved between you and Jeno, and for a moment, the room felt smaller.

Scrambling off Jeno’s lap, you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. The embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position burned in your chest. “Haechan, what—” you stammered, struggling to find the right words.

He didn’t let you finish. With a sharp motion, he raised a hand, his voice low and cutting. “Stop.”

His attention shifted to Jeno, his jaw tight as his eyes narrowed. The weight of his stare seemed to pin Jeno in place. After an intense moment of silence, Haechan spoke again, his voice controlled but icy.

“Leave.”

Jeno blinked, clearly misunderstanding what was happening. His face changed as he realized something—like he thought your boyfriend had caught him. Without saying anything, he stood up, avoided Haechan’s glare, and quickly left. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a heavy silence.

You turned to Haechan, your pulse still racing, only to find him... smiling? No, grinning. The amusement in his eyes was unmistakable as he leaned casually against the doorframe.

“Wow,” he laughed. “Can’t believe how fast he ran off. I said just one word!” His laughter got louder. “Okay, two words but still!” He held his side like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

You stared at him, completely confused. “What the hell is going on?” you asked, your face full of disbelief. Your mind raced to keep up with how weird things had gotten.

Haechan straightened up, still chuckling, and said with a smug smile, “Relax, I’m just getting back at you.”

“Getting back at me?” you repeated, even more confused. “For what?”

“There’s no way I’m letting you lose your virginity while you’re living under my roof,” he said with a proud smirk, like he’d just won something.

You blinked, shocked. “What?”

“I heard you guys at your little sleepover,” Haechan said, his grin growing wider as he saw your reaction. “So here’s the deal: I’m watching you like a hawk. No chance of losing your virginity this year. Not on my watch.”

You stared, speechless, trying to wrap your head around how bold he was. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe,” he said casually, shrugging. “But you said I’m just Mark’s friend. Pretty sure he wouldn’t want his little sister making mistakes.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, the weight of his words sinking in. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you finally said, shaking your head in disbelief.

Haechan just grinned, the smugness in his expression making your blood boil. “Nope. Dead serious. Consider me your personal chastity belt.”

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[thexsilentxwordsmith]

A comprehensive list of all my fics in order from most recent to oldest with summary descriptions for each.

18+

Summary: A training mission puts you and the lieutenant Simon Riley in close quarters. That wouldn't be too bad except there might be some desires shared between you, lingering in the background, and after getting pinned beneath him in a pivotal moment, maybe those desires comes flooding to the surface in a big way. Too bad you have a secret that needs to be revealed.

Cat and Mouse

Crossing Lines

Summary: You've just gotten your hands on some important documents and that means payday. At least it will if you don't get caught. Too bad you're about to have a reunion and it might just be with someone that knows you well. What happens when you see that old face again, especially now that you find yourselves alone again? What lines will be crossed?

Confessions in Rain

Summary: Simon has a secret, one that is making him push you away. But after being given an assignment that will keep him away for months, he knows that if he doesn't tell you now, he will lose you. So, here he is, sitting outside your work, trying to work up the courage to get you to talk to him...just as a storm rolls in. Now it looks like he will have to make his confession in the rain.

Room Assignments

Summary: A change of living arrangements means you and the lieutenant are going to be sharing quarters for a bit. All would be fine, if you two could actually stand each other. Is that really it though? Neither of you will tell. But one night, an impromptu confrontation leads to something explosive.

Chosen

Summary: Your relationship was all a lie and the confrontation about it happens in front of everyone, including a certain lieutenant that has a secret. Seeing you so upset has him following after you with a need to help and after a confrontation, there is a confession that happens that changes everything.

Two for One

Summary: Friends and coworkers, Sgt. Mactavish and Lt. Riley have one thing in common: how much they want you, though one is less vocal about it. During at night out everything comes to a head and suddenly you are leaving out of the bar with both on the way to a night of intense attraction coming to a head.

Rumors

Summary: A fight about a rumor, a confrontation, an admission, and suddenly your in the back of your car with no pants on.

Sleepless Nights

Summary: A bout of insomnia keeps you awake, so you decide to go for a midnight walk. To your surprise you find that you aren't the only one still up as the sound of the shower running in the communal bathroom catches your attention. Who is it and what are they doing in there? Why does it sound like your lieutenant and why is he moaning your name?

Closing Time

Summary: A military lieutenant closing in on retirement, a younger, beautiful bartender, when you and Lt. Riley meet there is an instant chemistry, though it doesn't really go anywhere as he thinks himself a little too mature for you... until one night he stays at the bar later than he ever has and gets caught in a storm. What will happen after closing time?

A Lesson Well Learned

Summary: Tired of your antics regarding how cavalier you take your sexual relationship, your lieutenant cuts you off and that has you immediately plotting. You know you can get him to break and all it'll take is one purchase. How can he keep his resolve when he sees what you've bought? And how will he act when he catches you?

Smoke Break

Summary: Lt. Riley sure has been taking a lot of smoke breaks lately. Strange that you always seem to disappear at the same time too.

Meetings and Temptations

Summary: A new relationship means excitement, an uncontrollable craving for each other. When an early morning romp is interrupted with a scheduled weekly meeting, will you be able to keep your hands to yourself when Price begins to drone on? And if you can't, what will your lieutenant lover do once the meeting is over after you've tempted him for far too long?

A Risk Worth Taking

Summary: You and Simon can't keep your hands off one another as you come home one night, but a slight problem has you in a pickle: your birth control has just run out and you are all out of condoms. Not to worry, Simon assures you that he will pull out. But as you ride him you begin to question if you really want him to. Will he stick to his promise or will he give in to your need?

Can't Let You Go

Summary: Two personalities that clash, you and your lieutenant rarely get along, but when it comes to light that Lt. Riley has been messing with things behind the scenes of your life, what will happen when you confront him? Is it really hate that makes you stay in the argument the ensues...or is the tension a little too heavy to ignore?

A Ride You'll Never Forget

Summary: Seeing Simon on his motorcycle is something that awakens a new yearning inside you, but when you get your own bike and start riding alongside him, the way he gets you hot and bothered makes it worse. You need him to fuck you on his bike and you hope your plan will make it happen.

A New Form of Pleasure- Part 1

Summary: Simon is struggling, he can't get off and he doesn't know what to do. As his sergeant you are one of the closest to him and can see something is up. An impromptu visit late one night might just be what he needs... And the way you are suddenly making him bow to your authority and turning his brain off might actually make him come.

A Need for More- Part 2

Summary: There is something that happened between you and your superior, something that unlocked a new side to both of you that neither of you knew about, but Simon may not be as keen to accept it as you are. However, after a bit of silence on his part, a late night visit might just fix everything.

Breakfast in Bed

Summary: Only a few more days are left of his short leave and Simon is determined to make every last second count with you. What better way to start the day than buried in between your thighs, helping you wake up by the feeling of his tongue alone and then overstimming you.

Truth or Dare

Summary: During a game of Truth or Dare, your lieutenant is dared into giving you a kiss, but something about the way he has been acting lately may mean this is going to be more than a quick ordeal. And the way you have been feeling towards him won't be helping.

Truth or Dare 2: Dare To Tell the Truth

Summary: After a game of Truth or Dare leaves you and your lieutenant breathless and yearning for more, will you both be able to leave things alone or will one of you not be able to hold out? And what happens when you meet again?

Truth or Dare 3: How Truly Do You Need Me

Summary: After being so rudely interrupted in the middle of you and your lieutenant's tryst, but he made a promise. "This isn't over." You hope that he plans to keep it, but when? Things might have to wait as you are assigned to a mission with him. But when being close proves to much, will both of you be able to hold off on your lust or will you succumb to all that tension?

Truth or Dare 4: Dare to Take It Further

Summary: Something has changed; no, actually everything has changed as you and Simon forget the world a moment finally let that passion run its course. The thought was that once you both had each other it would make things calm, but now you're not so sure. Maybe he is willing to risk more and maybe you are too. Having to sneak around isn't so bad, right? Maybe it could all work out... At least you hope so. But things don't always go according to plan.

Truth or Dare 5: No More Games

Summary: Things are getting complicated, truths are being revealed, and a decisions are going to have to be made regarding the future. So much hangs in the balance and emotions are high as reality makes this about no more games.

A Special Dinner for Two

Summary: Such a good little wife you are to your military husband, ready to welcome him back home after he returns from deployment. This time you've even prepared a meal of all his favorites, but when Simon gets back early than expected and catches you flitting about the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt, it isn't food that he wants.

I'll Crawl Home To Her

Summary: Simon is away on a mission and you are on his mind. Having to extend his stay, he is going to miss Valentine's day, but coming across a recent trend on TikTok, he may have a way to say just how much you mean to him.

Don't Touch What He's Claimed

Summary: A night out at your favorite local hangout is what he promised you after being away on deployment for so long, but one small incident throws him over the edge into full on possessive episode. Something about the way he is pulling off to the side of the road might mean he can't make it home before reclaiming his prize.

Simon Riley: Girl Dad Extraordinaire

Summary: From a request about Simon being more hands on with his 3 m.o. daughter.

You Are Beautiful

Summary: When a movie night has you questioning your bodies worth, Simon catches you in the shower to show you that your body is perfect just the way that it is.

Simon fingering you under the table during a night out at the bar with the Taskforce

Summary: With the drink flowing and the atmosphere right, Simon cannot seem to keep his hands off of you. There is a need, a need to touch and to play.

Let Me Talk You Through It

Summary: While on deployment far away, Simon takes a little time one night to video call you and talk you through you touching yourself to the sound of his voice.

Simon needing to hold you after a bad day

Summary: After a day where nothing goes right, Simon only wants to come home to the one person he trusts- you.

Cockwarming Simon as you two make out in his office

Summary: From a request for Simon getting so worked up during a cockwarming session that he ends up having to pull out because he is going to come.

Drunk on You

Summary: Simon comes home from deployment, hungry to have his pretty girl all to himself. Things get heated quick and before long you are both drunk off the feeling of the other.

Bringing in the New Year with Simon

Summary: Short one-shot about how it would be spending NYE with Simon at the stroke of midnight.

Simon waking up in the middle of the night horny and unable to get back to sleep. There's only one thing he wants to fix it.

Summary: A little sleepy cuddle-fucking to get Simon back to sleep.

Wanna Make You Mine

Summary: Simon is out at a stag party for Prices upcoming wedding when he comes how early with something important on his mind that he needs to see you to say. Is he just drunk or is it something more?

Simon making it clear that you are the only one he wants

Summary: An incident with a new recruit has you questioning things, but not to worry as Simon is here to show you that you are the only one he could ever want.

Simon is so worked up all day that he rushes home, telling you to meet him at the door because he cannot wait to have you

Summary: He has been needing you all day and as soon as he gets home he wants you waiting ready for him so that he can fix that ache that has been driving him insane.

I'll Take You Filthy

Summary: Being the leader of your platoon and fucking you at the same time isn't something Simon wants paraded around, for both of your benefit as trouble could come from such a relationship. But keeping it a secret has become a problem as you've been out on a mission for a couple months with no physical contact to be had. The moment you return Simon has to have you...even though you are both filthy as fuck.

His Heart, His Light, His World- Dad!Simon

Summary: The birth of his first child changes everything for the rough around the edges military man. A small glimpse into his life now as a father.

A Bit of Fun At the World's End

Summary: Being on the run from the undead doesn't leave much time for more intimate things, but once things start to settle a little an ache begins to form that you haven't felt in a long time. What will you do when the only other person you are with is your former lover turned zombie.

Joining the 141 had one hard rule: no relationships of any kind between members, but that is something proving to be too much the closer you and Simon get

Summary: Simon cannot help but break the rules when it comes to you.

Body worship with Simon

Summary: Simon taking the time to make sure you feel like the goddess he thinks you are.

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day

Summary: It has been a terrible, no good, rotten ass day. There is only one cure for it and that is for that hulking military man to find his way between your legs to eat you out until he can't breathe.

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar

Summary: You just couldn't wait until you both got back, could you? No, not when you and Simon are screwing like bunnies every chance you get. So what's Simon to do? That's easy, take you in the bathroom and fix the problem of course.

Think of Me When You Cum Later (Part 1)

Summary: Simon is missing you like crazy while being away on a mission, but he has a clever plan to make sure you miss him too. So, perhaps a little video of him stroking himself will do the trick.

Something to Make it Worse (Part 2)

Summary: You get Simon's video and it leaves you wanting him something bad. Well, two can play at this game, so why not send him back a video of your own?

Something to Break the Tension (Part 3)

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

Late Night Texts (Part 1)

Summary: Nothing good ever comes from a text after dark... or does it? Guess it depends on who it is and what they need. If it's a certain Lieutenant, then it's bound to be something worth your while.

Mid-day Texts (Part 2)

Summary: Simon is getting more and more obsessed with his little friend who constantly finds herself in his bed. But when you are off on a quick mission for a few weeks, Simon begins to grow restless and this no strings attached messing around finds itself being turned on its head. What happens when you get a text from him the day you get back, in the middle of the day?

Life Changing Texts (Part 3)

Summary: After your explosive homecoming where everything seemed to fall right into place, Simon begins to get cold feet about his feelings and what they could mean for the both of you. All seems bleak until a text about someone harassing you while you're on a night out makes him come to your aid and solidifies a decision he has already made.

Spending the night at Simon's for the first time and him waking up to you in nothing but his oversized shirt

Summary: From a request about Simon seeing reader in his shirt for the first time.

Simon and you screwing in the shower

Summary: What's better than sex with Simon? Add some steam, some hot water, and some solitude and you have the recipe for a very good time.

Having Simon pick out lingerie for you

Summary: Coming up with the idea to take Simon out so that he can pick out a couple pieces of lingerie he wants to see you in, his choices really surprise you.

Simon has a favorite item of clothing you wear and you wear it since he's having a bad day

Summary: Simon has one favorite piece of clothing you wear and of course when he's having a rough day, you just have to wear it for him.

Simon fucking you brainless and then rubbing your head as you pass out beside him

Summary: Simon is not shy when it comes to sex, it's the more intimate things that he has a problem with. But after a round of rigorous screwing, he wants to show you a bit of extra care.

Desperate Times Call for Filthy Fantasies (Part 1)

Summary: As a new recruit, you should not have the gall to talk back to your superior officer like you do. He's tried it all, trying to work the insubordination out of you, but to no avail. Your antics have really gotten under his skin lately, but is it really because you won't listen and follow orders...or is there something more to it that he can't admit? The way his cock throbs might indicate the latter and what he thinks about as he touches himself might just speak to that as well.

The Brat and Her Beast (Part 2)

Summary: After a certain Lieutenant allowed his fantasies to run wild, there was only one thing left to do: make them a reality. Opportunity presents itself one day as your brattiness has reached new highs and he follows you into the communal bathroom and locks the door behind you both. You're all alone and now what? Seems you've bitten off more than you can chew, but you both know now that was your plan all along.

Silence on the Line

Summary: You and Ghost have always gotten through missions by keeping in constant radio contact when possible. On one fateful mission, he sends out the call but there is no reply. Only silence. As time goes on his greatest fear is realized and all that he knew is now turned on it's head. What happens when reality hits all at once? And what does it do to the once stoic man who is no stranger to death?

The Lieutenant's Whore (Part 1)

Summary: When a one time sexual encounter leaves you wanting more, but the rules were set the moment he entered you and now he does his best to avoid you, what is a girl to do to get what she wants? That's right, make him jealous. And if it works a little too well maybe he will give you the night of your life. Good thing you have a flirty Scotsman to mess with, perhaps if you can't get your way, you can still have fun. Only time and a bit of effort on your part will tell what goes down.

What's Mine You'll Never Have (Part 2)

Summary: Hearing what he shouldn't have, Johnny is rightfully angry and what does he let that anger lead to? A bad attitude that leads to even worse decisions. As you confront him about this sudden change in demeanor, things start to heat up. What happens when Simon finds out? Actions have consequences and Johnny is about to learn that you will only ever belong to the man behind the mask.

[puckbunnyera]

Just Friends | Luke Hughes

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pairing: luke hughes x reader genre: fluff word count: 2.3k warnings: none summary: maybe you were never really just friends

notes: it's been less than 24 hours since i posted my first fic and i've already received a few asks for a part 2 so here it is. i'll link the first part here. thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read it, like it, reblog it, etc. i'm always really nervous to post my own writing so any type of interaction with it feels good to see.

also, i know the timelines of the games played in both fics don't align with the actual events in real time but we are just going to ignore that for the sake of the plot.

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I sigh as I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, doing one last fit check before Luke arrives. I'm nervous. I come to this realization as I smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in my shirt. Why? I couldn't tell you. It's been almost two months since the night I met Luke, and we've talked and texted almost every day since. We've even hung out multiple times since then, but I always seem to get all nervous and jittery anytime he presents the offer. My thoughts start to consume me to the point that I'm almost tempted to text him and ask for a rain check, but before I can fall too deeply into them, my attention is stolen by the two girls lying on my bed behind me.

"I still can't believe you're dating The Luke Hughes." One of my friends says causing me to turn my back towards the mirror to look at her.

"We aren't dating." I scoff. "We're-"

"Right, you're 'just friends'." My other friend interrupts, rolling her eyes and using her fingers to make air quotes as she says the words.

"We are." I shrug, moving to sit in my vanity chair so I can put on my shoes.

"You don't have to believe us if you don't want to, but he totally has the hots for you."

"It's so obvious. Any time he has the chance to get away from his job, he's calling, texting, or coming to see you. Even if it's only for a short amount of time. Those aren't typical behaviors of a guy who wants to be 'just friends'."

They continue to go on and on as if they're trying to convince a jury that they're innocent of a crime. The sound of my phone dinging from beside me on the table finally brings their rambling to an end. I pick up to find a text from Luke.

From Luke🏒: i'm here

To Luke🏒: omw

"I would love to stay and continue this conversation," I smile sarcastically as I stand up, "But my friend is waiting for me downstairs." I make sure to add extra emphasis on the word friend.

They both giggle and bid their goodbyes as I walk out of the room. When I make it downstairs to the lobby of my apartment building, Luke, in all of his handsome glory, is waiting patiently by the door.

"Ready to go?" He questions once I'm standing in front of him. I nod in confirmation and he opens the door for us, placing a gentle hand on my back to lead me out.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask once we're settled into the car.

"I need to drop off a couple of things at the dry cleaners since my brother forgot to do it," He gestures to the items in his backseat. "But then I figured we could go to dinner, catch a movie, and then maybe grab some dessert before I take you home."

"Sounds good!" I reply with a smile, with which he returns one of his own before putting the car in drive and pulling away from my apartment building.

Things are going well today. Really well. We're having fun and Luke is being as sweet as always. However, that's the only problem. Despite the stance I took in the argument with my friends, I can't help but let their words get to me. The whole evening, I've been reading too deeply into every little thing he does. Every door he holds open for me, every chair he pulls out for me, every accidental brush of our hands when we walk side-by-side. I'm trying not to let it show, but when Luke's voice rattles my thoughts and pulls me back down to Earth, I know I'm failing.

"Are you okay?" He asks as we sit in the car, waiting for the red light to turn green. "You've been pretty quiet today."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely confused because I hadn't noticed that change in my behavior. When he responds with a solemn nod, guilt rises in my chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was. It has nothing to do with you." Yet it has everything to do with him.

"Did something happen?" He pushes further.

"No, just have a lot on my mind with work and all, but I'm okay. Promise." I give him a soft smile in hopes that it will give him enough reassurance to drop the conversation. Thankfully he does, but the look in his eyes shows clearly that he doesn't believe me. "So my friends were telling me that you have a home game coming up in a couple of days against your oldest brother's team. Are you excited?" I change the subject quickly.

"Yeah," He nods, a smile gracing his features. "My parents are gonna be in town to watch us face off against each other. All three Hughes brothers on the same ice. I'm hoping it will be as exciting as everyone and the media are making it seem." He chuckles. "I'm also just really excited to see Quinn. We haven't gotten to see each other much since I moved out to Jersey and the season started. I think it'll be nice to have us all back together again, even if it's just for a couple of days."

"I bet it will be."

"I'm glad you brought this up because I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Would you maybe want to come to the game?"

"Do you want me to come?" I'm praying the hopeful look in my eyes isn't obvious.

"Yeah," He nods. "I really do."

"Then I'll be there." I assure him. "The girls were talking about purchasing tickets anyways, so I'll tell them to make it three tickets instead of just the two."

"Don't worry about it. I got it covered."

"Luke, you don't have to do that." I shake my head, readying myself to argue.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." The look he gives me makes me forget any rebuttal I had previously prepared. "Plus, I already got the tickets and the seating arrangements set up."

"And you just knew I was gonna say yes?" I reply, crossing my arms.

"No, but I was hoping you would."

"I guess some dreams really do come true." I joke.

"I guess so."

We continue to talk and joke around for the remainder of the drive. It goes by a little too quickly though, because before I know it, he's putting the car in park in front of my building. Being the gentleman that he is, he walks me all the way up to my apartment door. It's not until I have unlocked and opened the door that he finally says goodnight, placing a soft peck on my cheek before walking away. Once he has disappeared into the elevator and I'm sure he's gone, I close and lock the door.

As I'm getting ready for bed, I become aware of the slight ache in my cheeks from smiling so much. As soon as my head hits my pillow, the realization dawns on me. I am in love with Luke Hughes.

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I'm still in shock at the fact that he really went all out with the tickets. My friends seem to be as well considering that they still haven't managed to pick their jaws up off the floor yet. Never in my life would I have ever expected to be seated in one of the arena's luxury suites. I feel a little bad the more I dwell on it. There are more deserving fans that could be sitting here, yet some girl who knew nothing about the sport two months ago had them handed to her at no cost.

"Hi, you must be Y/N." An unfamiliar woman's voice pulls me from my pity-party.

"Oh, hi." I greet her as I turn in her direction.

"I'm Luke's mom, Ellen." She smiles and pulls me into a quick but gentle embrace. "And this is my husband, Jim." She gestures to the man beside her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He offers a hand for me to shake.

"You as well." I accept it before introducing them to my two friends, who are not-so-discreetly eavesdropping on the conversation.

We all find a seat and fall into casual conversation. Just getting to know each other and talking about this, that, and the other. Once the teams begin to make their way onto the ice, our attentions shift away from each other and onto the players.

Having admitted to my lack of knowledge of the sport before the game started, Jim and Ellen kindly explained the game to me so I would know what is going on. By the end of the first period, I'm clued in enough that I don't need it anymore and eventually, I become just as immersed in the game as the rest of them are.

It's in the second period that Luke scores a goal and we all stand up, cheering loudly with the crowd. The excitement is so high that I don't even shy away when Ellen happily pulls me into a tight hug before pulling away and continuing to cheer for her youngest son. Third period seems to go by in a flash and then the game is ending with a 6-5 win for the Devils, both Jack and Luke having contributed to the score with goals of their own.

Once the final buzzer goes off, my friends bid their farewells before heading out to go home. However, I hang back with Ellen and Jim upon the request of Luke. I follow the two down from the suite until we make it to where the locker rooms are located, waiting in the hall for the three brothers to emerge. We stand around conversing for about ten or so minutes before the men finally make their appearances.

They all embrace and greet each other as I stand back and watch with a smile. They really are a beautiful family. Once they all break away, Luke turns his attention towards me. He steps forward and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms.

"Congratulations." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, his wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you." I can hear the smile in his voice.

Time escapes me as I stand in his arms. I'm not even sure how long we've been holding onto each other. It's his brother's voice that finally has us separating.

"You must be the infamous Y/N." Quinn steps up, a smug grin on his face. "I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you as well," I respond politely, despite the blush I'm sure I'm sporting due to his teasing tone. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Will you be joining us for dinner?" Ellen asks from where she stands, now next to Quinn.

"Oh, um," I look to Luke for an answer. He nods, a pleading look in his eyes. "Yes, I would love to." I finally reply.

With that being said, we all begin to exit the arena and head to the parking lot. We're almost to the vehicles when Luke gently grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop. Once his family is out of earshot, he begins to speak.

"This might seem random and sudden, but I've been thinking about it for a while." He starts, looking away nervously and lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "And feel free to say no because I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I'm asking. Or if you feel like you need time to think it over, feel free to take all of the time you need. Actually, maybe I-"

"Luke," I say his name softly, placing my hands on his reddening cheeks and forcing his gaze back to mine. His rambling comes to a halt. "Breathe."

"Sorry." He inhales deeply before releasing his breath. "I was wondering, would you be my girlfriend?"

It's my turn to take a deep breath. Out of all the things he could have said, I was not expecting this. I take a moment to gather my thoughts as a smile begins to pull at my lips.

"I would love to." I nod, my smile growing larger resulting in his own.

"Well," He takes a step closer to me. "Since you're my girlfriend now, does that mean I can kiss you?" His question flusters me but I try hard not to show it.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Really fucking badly."

"Then kiss me, Luke."

And so he does. His lips crash into mine in a soft but passionate kiss. As if he has waited a lifetime to do it. It's gentle yet desperate. As we finally part, he pecks my lips a few more times before pulling away completely. He opens his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jack shouting from where his family is waiting by the cars, surely having seen the whole display.

"If you two lovebirds are done sucking faces in the middle of the parking lot, I would like to leave now. I'm fucking starving." He teases.

We both turn our gazes in time to see Quinn smack the middle brother in the back of the head and both parents shaking their heads at their son's antics. Luke chuckles at the scene as he intertwines his hand with mine and begins to walk to the car. My heart flutters as I finally admit the obvious to myself. Maybe we weren't ever just friends. I mentally roll my eyes as I climb into the back seat, already picturing the two squealing girls in my head and the endless amounts of I told you so's that I'm sure to hear when I fill them in. However, when Luke slides into the car next to me and interlocks our hands once again, I can't bring myself to care. I think I like this little life.

[casstarxx]

WIP

MDNI DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader

I would like to start off by saying this is straight up smut, no plot to start with and this is also my first actual attempt at writing a fic, let alone smut. I would like to know if anyone would want to read the whole fic based on the introduction paragraph.

The Full Fic Here!

Warnings : smut with no plot (there will be plot later in a the fic) female masterbation, age gap (user 22, Joel in his late 40s) LMK if I missed anything!!

You knew you had a problem the first night you spent hidden in your bedroom, fingers buried in your cunt as you bite down on your pillow to keep quiet, while you were fantasising about your fathers friend, of all people. You knew it was wrong, the man was almost 50. You just couldn’t help it, with the way he looked at you and the way he would talk to you… Gods, it was like he was tempting you. Almost every night for the past 2 weeks you spent your time with your eyes closed in bliss imagining it was his fingers not yours.

What made it worse was when your father went away for a business trip to Tokyo for a week, and left you in Joel’s care.

“Daddy, I’m 22, I don’t need to be babysat.” Your father frowned, he knew you were capable of looking after yourself, he just didn’t like the idea of it, “It’s Joel! You like Joel,” He replied softly, the words making your cheeks redden. “It’s only a week baby, you’ll be okay.”

I hope that’s readable !! If you want more please lmk !! I’m new to publishing on tumblr so idk how to work it but maybe this goes well?? 😋😋

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I love soft Benny sm, but can we have some smut? 🥺 maybe he and the reader in the car after a picnic

hi, baby! 😘 thank you for your request and I am terribly sorry that you had to wait so long but I had lots of things on my head 😭 I missed writing and I missed writing for Benny so it's quite long and it's basically porn WITH plot 🤣😊 The Reader here doesn't have a good relationship with her family and her biggest wish is to run away somewhere with Benny – meanwhile his biggest wish is for her to marry him (Benny being Benny 🙄 lol)

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

my requests are currently closed 🙅🏻‍♀️

Benny wasn’t visiting you at work every day but when he was – it was your favourite moment of the day. He would always order the same thing and sit in the same place on the barstool by the counter. He was not a man of many words so sometimes he would just sit there and watch you work for half an hour before leaving and hopping back onto his bike. But it was enough for you – to just have him around. It made you feel safe, loved and appreciated. 

You enjoyed the way the whole diner would go silent the moment he entered the place with those lazy, heavy steps. You liked the way you immediately knew it was him by the sound of his boots and by the smell of gasoline and cigarettes. His hands, dirty with grease, handing you a few crumpled dollar bills from the depths of his worn out jeans’ pockets. He was a dream come true for a girl like you. A girl who had never found anything exciting about all those ordinary guys your friends had been trying to trap ever since high school. Those proper guys, those football team captain guys, those college high achiever guys… No, they all lacked something for you. Benny had it, though, even though you couldn’t quite name it but it didn’t matter. He was not a man of many words anyway.

“Wanna go out with me later tonight? Join the picnic?” He mumbled on that day when you were taking an empty plate from him with a few toast crumbles left on it.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded. You had a day off on the next day so you didn’t mind staying up late. “You gonna pick me up?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’m gonna get a car, okay? You can wear a dress if you wanna,” Benny said and cleared his throat before standing up and throwing a few crumpled dollar bills on the counter as usual. Without any other word, he walked out of the diner slowly, making heavy and slow steps.

You grabbed the money and watched him through the window for a while. You smiled to yourself when you saw him hopping onto his bike and driving away while the engine roared.

You wondered why he decided to take the car and whose car was it but it didn’t matter, honestly. You liked riding a bike with him but cars were more comfortable and he was right – you could wear a dress. And Benny loved you in dresses even though he never actually ordered you what to wear. However, when you had met him, you were wearing a cute pink dress but as your relationship had been progressing, you had bought more and more jeans and black leather pants for bike riding.

Tonight, you decided to surprise him and wear the very same cute pink dress that you had been wearing on the day you met.

You were a little bit nervous waiting for Benny on your driveway. You knew that your mother was staring angrily through the half-opened window with a cigarette in her hand, squinting her eyes at the car your boyfriend had driven here in. You recognised it immediately as Johnny’s.

The sun was slowly going down and you were hugging your own self even though you didn’t feel cold at all but you were anxious about your mother watching you and about the dress you had worn. What if Benny would find it silly? He was not exactly a very romantic type even though he had proposed to you on the second date.

You had declined, of course. But you had been very tempted and sometimes you had regretted your decision. If you had been his wife, you wouldn’t have to live with your mother anymore and life with her was not easy. Especially now when she was angry at you for dating a man like Benny.

Benny didn’t leave the car, though. He parked the vehicle and his arm lazily hung out from the window. There was a cigarette in his hand and he nodded at you to come over.

“Won’t you walk out and open the door for me like a gentleman?” You giggled as you leaned by the car’s window.

“Not when your mother’s killing me with her hawk eyes,” Benny snorted. “Get your ass inside, dollie.”

You nodded with a chuckle and sat in the passenger seat. The moment you closed the door behind you, Benny started the engine and drove away as fast as possible. He placed his hand on your thigh and you grabbed it with both of yours to play with his long fingers and the rings he was wearing.

“Why did you take Johnny’s car?” You asked, looking up at him.

“He wanted me to do him a favour and I needed a car with a big trunk for that. Nothing to worry your pretty head about, yeah, sweetheart?” Benny answered without even looking at your face but you noticed his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel and you immediately knew it was one of the mysterious jobs he was being assigned to do around the club.

It was the source of his money and you never asked because you didn’t have to be a genius to know it was nothing legal and nothing safe. You didn’t want to know but you were awfully worried.

“I would go crazy if something happened to you, you know that, right?” You only asked and swallowed thickly.

“I know,” he nodded but still didn’t look at you.

“Do you like my dress?” You changed the subject quickly and Benny finally laid his baby blue eyes on you. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk before looking back on the road.

“I do,” he answered. “You look fucking beautiful, (Y/N).”

“Thank you, Benny,” you felt your cheeks heating up and you had to look away, too. You kept holding his hand but your eyes were focused on the road now.

You loved those picnics. They made you feel like you were a part of something and that was a feeling you had missed your whole life. Your family was far from perfect and you had never felt like you truly had it – a family. They were just a bunch of people you shared some genetic code with. At school and at work you never truly had friends either. Not that you had been a complete loser, no. And those girls you had been hanging around with probably thought you were close. But you knew it was not true. You had never felt any deep connection to them and you had never been interested in what they were talking about because they mostly talked about boys. All those boys you didn’t find interesting at all.

But women here – the women dating The Vandals – they understood you. They all were here for different reasons but you all shared this one quality that made you attracted to men like those bikers. They were outcasts and it took lots of bravery and lots of rebelliousness to love a man like that.

Some of those girls were just like their men – dirty with grease, downing one beer after another, loud and vulgar. Some were party girls who wanted to have fun. Some were ordinary wives and mothers. You felt like you were all of them at once and none of them at the same time. But just like them – you were there and you were enjoying it. Sitting by the fire and sipping on the beverage Benny had brought you, gossipping with the women and laughing as the guys watched and talked by their bikes and cars. Sometimes they were showing tricks on their motorbikes or playing games.

The night was warm and you watched the sky as the sparks from the fire danced in the air. Nights like this should never end, you thought. And just when you were smiling to yourself about it, Benny approached you and put his hand on your shoulder to squeeze it gently.

“It’s time for us, baby,” he announced.

“So early?” You batted your eyelashes.

“Most people are goin’ back home now,” he pointed out and you looked around. He was right, you just hadn’t noticed, too distracted by your staring at the sky and daydreaming.

“Okay then,” you nodded and put down the coke bottle. “Bye!” You waved at the few girls who were still sitting there and they waved back at you.

Benny walked you to Johnny’s car and this time he opened the door for you like a gentleman. You chuckled and got inside but when the door behind you closed, you suddenly felt an odd and sad feeling deep in your gut. You realised that this night was truly about to be over now and you didn’t like it.

With a heavy heart, you watched Benny getting behind the steering wheel and starting the engine. He noticed your weird behaviour, though.

“What is it, doll?” He asked when you were on the road leading back to the city already.

“I don’t wanna go back home, Benny. Not yet,” you looked down and began to play nervously with the hem of your dress.

“We don’t gotta go home, baby,” Benny said after a short while of silence but you didn’t say anything to that. It was an empty promise if he hadn’t actually proposed anything. “I ain’t got a lotta money on me, sweetheart,” Benny sighed as he glanced at you nervously. The whole idea of him not being able to actually provide for you was a touchy subject for him.

“We don’t have to go to the motel, Benny,” you quickly said although you couldn’t understand how he could be broke after doing a job for Johnny. It was between them two, though. “We can simply ride around. It’s Johnny’s gas, right?” You bit on your lower lip and Benny chuckled at that as he nodded.

“Yeah, baby, it’s Johnny’s gas, so we can use it all and ride around,” he agreed and you smiled widely at that. “You wanna ride ‘round town or what?”

“Maybe we could go somewhere private,” you nodded. “To the forest?” You proposed. There was a secluded spot Benny sometimes was taking you to on his motorbike.

One thing about Benny that had been surprising to you at first but then it totally made sense later was that he loved nature.

“Sure, we can do that,” Benny nodded and you leaned back in the seat with a sigh of relief. With each passing moment you were more and more further away from Chicago and from your home with your mother waiting for you inside.

“I wish we could just ride and ride until we reach California,” you whispered. It was not the first time you mentioned it to Benny and you already knew what the answer would be like.

“I can’t. I got the club,” he answered and cleared his throat, a little annoyed by the fact you were constantly bringing this up. “Why are you so crazy about California, huh? Wanna be a movie star, baby?” He tried to turn it into a joke.

“It’s not about California, Benny,” you rolled your eyes. It was not about the California Dreamin’ at all. It was about running away to a sunny place with the love of your life to start over. “What about your cousin in Florida? Maybe we could go there?”

“Why would you even go with me anywhere, doll? I ain’t no good to you,” Benny pointed out but you froze at his words.

“What do you mean you ain’t no good to me?”

“If I was, you’d marry me,” Benny pointed out and now it was your turn to get a little irritated. He was bringing up the marriage subject as often as you were talking about running away.

“I would marry you if we got away from this place,” you crossed your arms and looked out of the window because you didn’t want to see his face at that moment. You were scared of his reaction – you had never made such a promise before.

“You know I can’t. I have my responsibilities here, I have the club,” Benny’s voice broke a little.

“Fuck the club,” you snapped and it made him speechless. You angrily looked back at his confused face. “You always talk about being so free and having no roots, whatever, but it’s all bullshit, Benny,” you huffed.

“You scare me, baby,” he only shook his head but he kept on driving. “You’re crazy-crazy.”

To that, you didn’t say anything and the rest of the drive was quiet. You knew he was right about many things – you really acted crazy sometimes. It was because you were a coward – too scared to change your life on your own. Too scared to go to the bank, take all your savings out and buy a greyhound bus ticket on your own to start a new life somewhere. You wanted to somehow use Benny to get away from this place. But it didn’t change the fact you loved him. You were crazy about him, in fact. And if your fate in life was to end up as his wife in some shitty rented flat in Chicago, you would end up as such.

“Come on, baby, I don’t wanna fight,” Benny sighed as he parked the car near your favourite spot in the forest.

“I don’t wanna fight either,” you sniffed your tears back but refused to look at him. Benny shook his head and put his arm around you to pull you closer and force you to lay your eyes on him.

He was staring at your face for a while with a mix of worry and curiosity in his blue eyes. You were sure that sometimes he would pay real money to find out what was going inside your head but you felt the same towards him so it was only fair.

Benny raised his hand to caress your cheek and wipe off all the tears before leaning in to kiss you sweetly. You kissed him back hungrily and nearly desperately, clinging to him with your fists tangled in the fabric of his jacket to pull him even closer.

“You’re fucked up but sweet,” Benny murmured after breaking the kiss and you chuckled.

“Would you want it any other way?” You asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“No way,” he shook his head before joining your lips together again. Benny deepened the kiss and you moved from your seat clumsily to sit on his lap, tangling your fingers in his golden locks to pull on them slightly as you moaned into his mouth.

You knew that Benny knew that you hadn’t wanted him to take you here to admire nature. Of course, you enjoyed it but when you wanted to go to such a place in the middle of the night it only meant one thing. You had usually been fucking on a blanket by the lake but now you had a car so you wanted to make a use of it.

Benny’s hands grabbed you by your waist and began to squeeze the soft flesh there, pulling the pink dress in the process and revealing more and more of your legs as you were spreading them open until you felt the hardening cock inside his jeans rubbing onto your clothed pussy, making it grow wet.

You reached out to the back of the dress and unbuttoned it there to make it loose around your arms. The stripes fell down immediately, revealing your bra. Benny’s long and skilled fingers unclasped it and threw it in the backseat as he groaned at the sight of your exposed breasts.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed out and you chuckled.

“So are you, baby,” you leaned in to rub your nose with his and peck his lips.

Benny watched your breasts in awe as if it was the first time he had seen them. In the meantime, your hands worked on the zipper of his jeans. When you could finally grab and squeeze his hardening cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts, Benny kept you balanced with his hands placed flat on your back before leaning in to suck on your breasts. He began with soft kisses around your nipples, scratching you gently with his facial hair, which was making you giggle playfully. Your hands kept working on teasing his cock as he sucked and bit on your breasts to turn you on even further and you could feel your pussy leaking already.

When you felt a small wet spot from Benny’s precum forming on his underwear, you pulled the boxer shorts down and freed his cock. He groaned at the feeling and you moaned at the sight before grabbing it in your hand. You pushed him back for a moment and his eyes widened at the sight of you leaning in and spitting slowly on the tip of his red and swollen tip.

“Fuck,” his eyes rolled back and you giggled before starting to pump his cock with your hand firmly, setting up a fast and steady pace. Benny started to dig his fingernails in the soft skin of your back but he was trying to stop himself from scratching you too much. Your free hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to open his eyes and focus them on you again. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, his gasps barely audible.

“And all yours, Benny, baby,” you assured him and at those words, he groaned and moved his hands back to your hips. One of his hands went lower to pull your panties aside and reveal how wet and sticky you were already for him.

You guided his cock to your entrance and sank on it slowly, savouring every moment as your walls clenched around his length, which was filling you up sweetly and stretching you out. You hissed and threw your head back as your eyes rolled and Benny kept squeezing your hips to keep you steady and control the pace.

When you finally had him whole deep inside of you, Benny gave you a moment to adjust. A moment filled with your deep and loud breaths and his face pressed to your chest as he went back to sucking on your nipples.

Eventually, you looked down and put your hands on his shoulders for balance as you began to roll your hips and ride him slowly. Benny was an impatient man, though, and he started to help you immediately by pushing his hips up and rutting into you, which made you gasp and moan as your fingernails dug deep into his shoulders.

Benny moved his lips up from your breasts to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there and leaving his hot and wet open-mouth kisses all over. You wondered what Johnny would say if he had known what you were doing inside his car but you shrugged this thought off quickly.

The driver seat was squeaking from all your fucking and you were sure that the car was bouncing itself in the rhythm of your hips but you knew very well that no one would catch you there in the middle of the forest. Parking lots were much more risky. But not this forest, not this place. In fact, it was your place. And perhaps you would be missing it if you managed to get away from Chicago. 

You whined and trembled when Benny’s cock found your sweet spot after you moved slightly and he was able to fuck you in a different angle. You cupped his face to move it away from your neck and he looked up to meet your gaze. His blue eyes were hazy but yours were finding it difficult to focus as well since they were filled with tears of pleasure. You pressed your forehead to his and helped him to fuck you by rocking your hips back and forth.

“I love you, Benny,” you let out a quiet whisper from your lips to his, for nobody else to hear. “I’m gonna marry you, baby,” you promised, picking up the pace.

Your words made him groan and start rutting into you faster as well but his moves were growing chaotic. You didn’t mind, though, because you could feel a knot in your lower abdomen forming already and you were close yourself.

“I’m gonna be your wife. I’m gonna be Mrs. Cross, baby,” you were whispering promises mindlessly, knowing it would bring him closer and it seemed to be working for you, too.

You moved one of your hands down to between your legs to rub on your clit but Benny realised what you were doing so he took one of his hands away from your hip and pushed your hand away to take the lead instead. His fingers found your swollen and achy clit quickly before rubbing circles on it and making you let out choked out sobs as tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks.

You came with a loud cry of his name, arching your back and throwing your head back while your eyes shut close and your walls clenched around his cock. He came right after you, filling you up with a few grunts and chaotic thrusts.

You gave yourselves a short moment to come off of your highs. You waited for your heartbeat and breath to go back to normal before you relaxed your muscles and fluttered your eyes open to look down at Benny’s fucked out face.

“You look like a mess,” you chuckled in a raspy voice and caressed his face before fixing his ruffled hair.

“So do you, doll,” Benny winked and helped you to get off of his lap, letting his softening cock to slip out of you with a hiss. You felt his cum mixed with your juices leaking down your thigh but you didn’t mind and you just pulled your panties back into their place.

While moving back to the passenger seat, you reached to the backseat for your bra. You put it back on and buttoned your dress back up before fixing your hair nonchalantly with your hand in the mirror of Johnny’s car.

Benny wiped the sweat off of his face with the palm of his hand before pulling his boxer shorts back up and zipping his jeans. He got out of the car and lit himself a cigarette as he leaned on the hood of the car. You gave him a short moment of silence and peace before getting out of the car as well and sitting on the hood next to him. You didn’t say anything, you only put your head on Benny’s shoulder and you stared at the stars above with a loud sigh.

“Did you mean that?” He asked, eventually. There was lots of insecurity in his voice and it was unusual for Benny to feel this way.

“That I’m gonna marry you?” You asked and he nodded after a while of hesitation. “Yeah, why not? I only said no back then because it was our second date. Not because you ain’t no good enough for me, you know?” You looked up and caressed his hair gently.

Benny turned his head around slowly to meet your loving gaze.

“You know, I don’t like all those things Johnny’s askin’ me to do for him these days,” Benny confessed and you furrowed your brows. “I might not ride with the club anymore after all, I dunno yet,” he shrugged his arms. “I been thinkin’ maybe we could go to California after all. Or Florida. Or wherever you want, baby, really, I don’t care. I just wanna be with you, yeah?” Benny joined your foreheads together and you grinned at him.

“Yeah, Benny, I want the same,” you assured him. “Let’s get out of this place, we’re starting to waste here and we deserve so much more.”

“You surely do,” Benny chuckled and pecked your lips before moving his head away to take a drag of his cigarette.

You squeezed his arm tighter and chuckled sadly at his words before leaning to kiss his cheek lovingly.

“So do you, Benny. I’m gonna make you see that one day, baby,” you promised. “But until then, you just gotta believe me when I say that. You’re one of a kind.”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[jokingmisfit]

The Game (Whatever You Say, Master)

Dhawan!Master x Fem!Non-Human!Reader

Notes- Homies, it wasn't supposed to be this long I swear (it's a 6k fic)! This wasn't supposed to have a plot, but it grew its own. I just needed to write something where someone matches the Masters freak. I am so sorry, but at the same time I'm really not. Also, this is the story that made me find out the time lords bleed orange.

Warnings- SMUT, Reader kinda looks down on humans, Reader used to be human, Reader has incredibly heightened senses, Animalistic(kinda cat(ish)) Reader, Reader is a freak, brief mentions of experimentation, The Doctor and Reader don't have a great friendship, Neither of these bitches are stable, Mass Genocide(?), Hair pulling, Choking, (Sorta) Scent Kink, Spitting, Bondage, Master caught feelings real quick, Reader becomes submissive even quicker, Dhawan!Master is loud in bed (you can't convince me otherwise), Oral (M receiving), Facefucking(?), Very brief reference to the Cheetah Virus, P in V Penetration, Cumming Inside, No Protection (Don't Do That), Mentions of getting Reader a collar

Honestly, you didn't actually know why you were doing this. Maybe it was because you actually cared, or perhaps it was the Doctor's voice in the back of your head reminding you that your only job was to get the other three out even if it meant sacrificing yourself. The sacrificing part was left unsaid, but it was certainly implied, as you are the only other non-human in your little group of five. Don't you just love a good governmental experiment turned man-made monster?

The library was as grand as all the other old and decorative rooms in the castle. A large balcony, that you weren’t afraid to throw yourself off of if it came down to it. Bookshelves spanning all but one singular wall, painting the room with color steering away from the orangey glow the sunset was causing. Velvet covered furniture decorated the room and made it all the more functional. The marble floors are partially covered by the carpet laying out in front of the couch and under the small circular table.

You can hear the people outside, running and fighting and dying. You can hear their screams and you can hear the bombs going off. You can hear the crackle of the many fires burning throughout their village. This whole planet brought to complete chaos by one being. And it’s no surprise who. You can hear the time lord's footsteps leading down the hall. The angry beating of his feet on the marble. You can practically hear the smile in his voice as he calls down the way. Tempting and teasing like an overly proud predator.

You didn’t stray far from the entrance of the library tempting the man back. A call to follow you in. As soon as he starts to round the corner you bolt into the room. His cackle follows suit. You could hide or run further in, but instead you wait. Becking reality to make this all real.

You turn around as he arrives in the doorway. A proud smirk on his lips, and a satisfied smile on your own. His stance is as proud as his smirk; you notice the split second he takes to scan the room prepared completely for an ambush.

“You know I always loved a good game of cat and mouse, but I didn’t expect you to actually bite.” You laugh, mocking him.

“I’d tread carefully, girl. You’re far more breakable than you realize.”

A glare passes in your eyes. Did he really think you were just another wayward human? How stupid could he be? Wasn’t he supposed to be the smart one? How rude. Maybe you were human before, but not now. Now, you were better than a human; incredibly more animalistic but still better.

“Keep deluding yourself, maybe you’ll actually get somewhere with it.” 

“Oh,” The Master laughs. “I am going to enjoy killing you.”

“You can try.” You challenge, dangerously.

“Believe me, Pet,” He spit the last word out like it was poison. “I’m going to kill you and every other bug that gets in my way. I’m going to burn all of this to the ground, blow up every village and every castle on this pathetic little planet, and the Doctor won’t be able to stop me. Not this time”

You scoff. "Whatever you say, Master." You draw out his title dripping sarcasm off of every syllable. 

But he was right. That’s why you were barred up in this room with him. Strategically trapped, self sacrificing, all in the hopes that the Doctor could get all the people she possibly could off the planet. Hoping that Three Stooges listened to your commands for once and went back to the TARDIS where the Doctor could drag them off to safety.

"Oh, whatever I say now?" He was taunting you, a poor attempt at playing with his food. He had you in a corner and you both knew it. It was quite interesting to you, however, how the Master speaks every word with a flourish of bravado.

Fuck it, you can hear them, they still need a distraction. "Anything. You. Say." You push back, giving him a proper challenge. 

His eyes bored into yours without showing a hint of emotion peaking through. Your own held his easily with entertainment pouring into your stare. He was waiting for you to crumble, to give up the fight, beg and plead for your life, but you weren't one of the Doctor's pretty little humans, fragile and precious. You were made of chemicals and horrible(hilarious) trauma, and for you the game was only just starting. Truly, you wanted to see how far you could push him too. 

Both of your eyes bled with daring. Both of your minds rang out the same question, "how far?".

He smiles only for a singular moment before he continues his neutral facade. "Kneel."

A simple command that's made hundreds if not billions crumble at his feet; a command he’s made a million times before you. You’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t pick up.

A smirk plays on your lips. "You see," you say, stepping forward. "I am quite literally a man-made abomination, and games like this are exactly what I live for." You drop to your knees much closer to him than where you stood before, but still slightly out of reach. Your eyes remaining locked on his as you drop.

“Well isn’t this fun?” He laughs again. Your smile never drops.

“It is.”

He claps his hands in excitement. “So agreeable to… Maybe you really are a pet.”

“Careful,” You say as he steps closer. “I bite.”

The Master's hand slides into your hair. A purr almost escapes your chest as his fingers scrap against your scalp. It only lasts a second before he’s pulling it roughly, forcing you to crane your neck to look at his face as he leans over you.

He licks his lips. “So do I.” He grins, all teeth, threatening. “Now… Where to start? Ah! Here's a good one.” His hand tightens into an even tighter pull and you almost cry out. “Tell me. Where is the Doctor?”

You roll your eyes. Of course that’s what he wants. Obsessive much. A sigh leaves your lips deflating at your disappointment of where he’s taken the game.

“I have no idea.”

If even possible he pulls more on your hair; you think if he pulled anymore he’d rip it out. “And here I thought you said anything.”

Despite him growling in your face anger and teeth bared on display, you keep your composer. “I’m not lying… Well, maybe I have an idea, but truthfully I have no actual clue where exactly they are.” You continue breath heavy as you inhale his air.

“And where do you think they could be?”

An evil smile crosses your face as you hear a very distant humming of the TARDIS as it dematerializes. “Leaving.”

Rage passes on his face. “What do you mean leaving?” The Master practically screams in your face. 

He stomps around the room and towards the balcony. You remain kneeling, watching with utter amusement. 

He overlooks the village.The chaos significantly lessened as there is barely a person left to annihilate. She couldn’t save all of them. The Doctor cleared out the planet the best she could, but there were stubborn people and people who hid; none worth sacrificing billions of others for. Though, you replay for a moment the sound of Yaz and Graham pulling the Doctor away, claiming she did the best she could.

You can hear the thunder of his twin hearts pounding faster and harder in his chest. Anger overflowing his senses.

“I did say it was a game.”

Perhaps you were too bold, but you couldn’t help how wide you smiled at your success. You didn’t really care all that much about the people, but it was fun to play hero. Even more fun to piss off someone who likes to play God.

He’s back over, crowding and grabbing you within a second. Eyes ablaze with furry, but there’s something lingering underneath hiding within the madness, and you desperately wanted to pull it out. His hands shake as he grips your hair again and wraps his other around your throat.

Your breath comes out in puffs as he chokes you ever so slightly. Not once do you lose your grin. Then he smiles back. A manic laughter pouring from his mouth as he jerks you forward while almost collapsing to the ground with you.

“She left you here!”

You still don’t change your demeanor; you simply humm in response. A confirmation of what you both already know. 

Deep down you know you should be bothered. It’s likely the reason he pointed it out so joyfully. The Master thought the revelation would hurt you, but this was the plan all along. You were durable. You could handle yourself. When push comes to shove, both you and the Doctor know you weren’t as important as the others. There was no real connection between you, and your skills were entirely replaceable.

His laughter ends abruptly. He narrows his eyes at you in a sudden glare. “That doesn’t bother you at all.” It wasn’t a question, he was just pointing out a simple fact.

Finally his hands soften. The Master is close to kneeling on the ground with you, but his knees hover just above the ground leaving him in more of a crouch. He unwraps his hand from your neck. Eyes wide as he points slightly at you and slightly towards the sky.

“You are an interesting little creature, aren’t you?”

His face is once again unreadable as he stares at you. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Why was he just staring? Why did he stop trying to hurt you? Curiosity overtakes you; you focus as much as you can on hearing those thoughts.

It brings on a headache as you weave through the walls and pull at the bars for just a peek inside. It was like the two of you were having a staring contest. You wonder if he was trying to get into your head too. You’ll admit, you’ve built up some pretty heavy barriers yourself.

When you finally do find a crack your head is filled with a beating. A rhythmic beating of drums filling you up. Your eyes widen, but your smile remains. It was no wonder he was so unhinged. This was horrid, and you knew that even if you were directly touching it your own mind made it quieter to protect you, even then it was still too loud.

You let go of your hold, laughing as the sound leaves you alone. You can feel him grab at your hair just a bit tighter as your head drops to look down. You keep laughing just for a second more.

“God, it’s no wonder your fucking nuts.” It comes out in breathy giggles.

He starts to scowl. “Careful, you aren’t special enough for me not to snap your neck.”

“It’s loud. Isn’t it?”

He looks unnerved for a second. Like he wasn’t sure, but he could guess what you were referring to.

“I used to have something like that.” You confess easily. “Wasn’t as rhythmic though. More… melodic. A humming rather than a beating. Mine was louder, but I’m assuming yours is louder in your head than it was in mine.”

The Master starts to shake again. Indignation and terror painting his face. Then in an instant it all drops. He looks like a lost puppy, a scared boy only for a minute. As soon as it started it ended and his face was completely neutral. Analyzing, trying to tear you apart in his mind, dissecting, and trying to understand every facet of your being.

“You heard the drums?” 

“That wasn’t a demand.”

“Answer the damn question!” He says pulling your faces even closer together.

“For a second.” You answer quietly, you were just now realizing this was more of a sensitive subject than you initially thought. “You don’t have enough cracks to get any other view. Then again, I know it isn’t easy thinking of much else when your own thoughts are being drowned out by something beyond you.”

He laughs again. It sounds pained. Then the Master stands. Your eyes follow his face upwards. You’re still kneeling there as you were before, but your grin is gone, replaced by your own neutral look. Once more you couldn’t read his face, couldn’t decode his eyes.

“I’m debating on keeping you…” The Master confesses. “Alive.” He adds on like he had forgotten to before.

You tilt your head, he was such an odd man.

“Tell me, you’re not human?”

“Not anymore.” Your voice comes out sweeter than you thought it would. Your interest in the game regrowing.

“Tell me, then, what are you?” His eyebrows raise. 

He’s so animated, you think.

“I have no idea.”

The Master hums in thought. He starts to pace in front of you; not angrily, just a casual back and forth as he seems to debate his next move.

“Call me by my name.” He commands settling in front of you again.

Excitement lights in your eyes. He really is such an odd man. “Master.”

“Again.”

“Master.”

He laughs somehow lightly and darkly. “One more time, Love.” He scrunches his nose as he speaks.

“Master.”

He’s staring down at you with a look you don’t quite understand. A double meaning is at play here and you simply weren’t getting it.

The time lord looks around the room. Another moment he’s taking to debate. Looking back down at you he unbuttons his suit jacket. He breathes a heavy breath out his nose as he glares down at you. You can’t tell if he’s actually angry or not.

He unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of its loops. “Put your hands behind your back.”

“Adding on rules?” You playfully ask.

“Many.” He whispers.

The Masters hands are warm against your cold ones. Slightly comforting. The leather of his belt encircles your wrists and he pulls it tightly entrapping your arms behind you.

He rounds you again and huffs out another laugh, hand covering his mouth just for a second.

“Tell me. Are you a good pet?”

You giggle. “Define good.”

“I thought I was making the demands.” He looks like he’s about to pounce on you as he steps forward.

You debated for a moment. Eyebrows furrowing as you thought. What did he want? You had to figure it out. You’ve never been good at losing. He’s standing incredibly close and if you stopped looking at him to look straight forward you’d be face to, well, groin. Which was bulking out quite a bit, but you weren’t going to focus on that. Even if you could smell the precum leaking out. Even if you could smell the Masters arousal. You weren’t going to think about it. You were almost certain you’ve found out that double meaning.

“Please?” You stare up, hoping this is what he wanted.

His expression doesn’t change, if anything it solidifies. Especially in his eyes. His hand moves back to your hair. He pets it down like he’s proud of you. You almost purr again from the attention. Also his overwhelming scent, but you’re still trying to ignore that.

The Master lets out a shaky breath. “A good pet does everything she's told. She lets her master do whatever he pleases. Begs when told so.” He lists with a smile. “Close your eyes.”

Easily you allow them to slip shut. You’re not losing this game.

“Open your mouth.”

And you do.

His hand tips your face up more. You hear the gathering of spit in his mouth then you taste it on your tongue. It filled you with heat and disgust. Clenching around nothing and attempting not to shiver, you don’t move an inch.

“Swallow it.” He commands with a heavy voice.

You swallow his spit as graciously as you could. Even as you follow his directions, you have to question, when the hell did the game switch to this?

“Show me.”

You open your mouth again, making a show of sticking your tongue out. His hand stops petting your hair, and you almost whine at the loss. 

The Master takes a single step back. “Keep your eyes closed.”

You listen closely to the sound of him fiddling with a button and a zipper, the sound of clothes rustling. Your breath gets slightly caught in your throat as the overwhelming scent of heat and obvious arousal becomes the only thing you can smell. You may have shifted your thighs together as best you could, but you’ll never admit that.

Your eyes remain closed and your tongue is still hanging out with saliva starting to drip down it as you salivate at the smell of him.

“Be a good pet,” He says with his hand goes back into your hair, simply resting on your head. “Open your eyes. Beg your master to let you taste him.”

Though you didn’t want to look away from those hungry eyes, you couldn’t help but glance at the large member sitting right in front of your mouth. You could almost taste it already, salty and heavy on your tongue.

Finally you allow the whine to roll up your throat and you hear him making the quietest groan. “Please…” The air feels far too thick. You aren’t sure you’ve ever played a game like this before. “Please, Master. Please let- please I wanna taste you…” You didn’t have to, but you couldn’t help but tack on in a whisper. “You smell like you taste good.”

“Well then. Go ahead.” He grins down at you.

You lean in as his hand pushes your head towards his cock. It hits your tongue and you can’t stop yourself from swiping a lick across the slit. You were right it was salty, you were also right when you thought he would taste good cause he does. Even though your eyes weren’t locked on his, he was still staring down at you. You take the tip into your mouth, completely swirling your tongue around it, kind of like you were tasting a new candy. Fuck, he tasted better than candy. 

“Don’t try to tease, Dear.”

You suck off with a pop. “ ‘M not.” You claim simply before going back to licking him, a bit glad he seemed to find it humorous.

You didn’t think you were teasing, just trying to enjoy this new game. You sink as far as you can. You choke a bit trying to fit him into your mouth. He groans above you, and your eyes shoot up to his face. You try to push deeper when you see the pleasure on his face. It was entertaining. You pull back sucking as you do so. It wouldn’t be so difficult if you could use your hands. You try to get him deeper this time and when you fail to do so he grips your hair and pushes himself deeper into you. You choke around him and try your best to swirl and suck.

“That’s it pet.” He rasps out far too loudly. 

The Masters cock is heavy and hot in your mouth. He’s thick and long and it makes your jaw hurt. Whenever you pull back he pushes back in. You can barely catch your breath and the smell of his skin is invading your nose while his pubic hair itches it. You don’t think you’ve ever been turned on this much before. He was everywhere and the only thing you could truly think of.

“Such a good girl.” He moans

The push and pull causes drool to slide down your chin dripping onto your chest. His groans make it hard to care about the pain growing at the base of your skull as he pulls at your hair. You can feel the Masters muscles tighten before he stops giving you any control to please him.

“Going to ravish you after this.” He promises breathlessly.

His hips thrust to meet your face while simultaneously he pulls your head forward to meet the pace. You moan around him as more precum leaks out into the back of your throat and onto your tongue. It’s painful and you love it. Tears start dropping out of your eyes at the strain. Your brain was shutting down, but at the same time felt ignited with electricity.

The Master whispers words in a language you’ve never heard. You assume it’s either praise or swearing. He’s stiff as his thrusts get even more aggressive and sloppy.

Moans slip past his lips as he finally buries into the back of your throat, choking you harder as white liquid burns its way down your throat. You try your best to swallow, but you sputter a few times before getting it all down. You can hear his deep, rapid breathing. Through blurry eyes you can see his head is tilted up towards the roof.

He pulls out of your mouth and you take a deep breath in. Despite the drool and tears covering your face you do your best to stay calm and neutral. Looking back up at him for more demands. God, if it was possible you’d be dripping onto the floor right now. You really hope the game isn't over yet. You almost thought it was as he shoved himself back into his pants.

Finally he looks back down at you. He’s smiling like a maniac. “You did,” He takes a moment to let out a breathy laugh. “A wonderful job, Pet.”

You straightened up slightly at the praise, but gave no other reaction.

“Tell me. Would you like to be rewarded?”

His eyes are alight with something new. You hesitate. Was this a test?

For the first time since the game began you’re the one to turn your eyes away. Glancing at the floor with a warm, pink face.

“Yes… Please.”

“Oh~” The Master laughs again. “Where did that confidence go?”

He grabs your face and when you meet his eyes again you’re able to pinpoint the look in his eyes. Fascination.

“Come here, little animal. You deserve a reward.” 

He pulls you up and over to the couch. Before pushing you down, he tears the straps of your dress before unzipping the back and pulling it off of you. While he does he doesn’t once stop looking at your face, well until the dress falls to the floor then he scales his eyes over your body for just a moment. A satisfied smile plays on his lips. The velvet is soft and simultaneously scratchy on your skin.

The Master forces you down onto the cushions, pressing your back into the red seating. He stands over you for a minute longer, he stares down at you, at your body. In a swift motion he rips your panties away. Senses overwhelmed and losing the ability to keep composure, you yelp with surprise at the action. He laughs lightly. His hand runs over your stomach and over your chest before he moves to hover above you.

“I must admit. You are a pretty thing.”

His legs trap yours in between. He isn’t fully on the couch, it’s far too small, instead he bends one leg on the inside and keeps the other planted on the floor. Your head is slightly propped up by the pillows right by the arm rest. Your arms strain and press painfully into your back.

Instantly his hands move around you. They touch and squeeze and caress every inch in their wake. He takes handfuls of your tits and squeezes them roughly causing another squeak to escape your mouth. 

“So sweet suddenly… Where did that little challenger go?”

Where did your confidence go? You are putty in his hands and you have no idea why. No clue other than he feels good.

He pinches your nipple. “I want an answer, love.”

“I don’t know…” He’s barely touched you and you’re already panting. 

He laughs. “You don’t know.” The Master mocks you.

“You just feel so good…” You whisper trying to hide your face in the backing of the couch.

His hand forces your face out of the cushions, and before you can even blink his lips are on yours. You thought he tasted good before, but having his tongue dominating and sliding over yours you think you might cum from just the taste. You can feel him still smiling through it. The curve of his lips every time he pulls back just to dive in again. His hands are everywhere. He squeezes your hips and pinches your nipples. He squeezes one of your thighs in his hand only to move away from you completely.

Straightening up he stares down at you.

“Sit up.”

He pulls you the rest of the way when you struggle. Your face is left buried in his chest as he pushes against you to undo his belt from your wrists. He still smells so good. When he pulls away he brings your hands to the front with him.

“Well, go on, Darling. Undress me.”

A smile pulls at your lips and you start with his tie. You all but throw the fabric to the floor once it’s off his neck. You push off his jacket and toss it with the tie on the carpet. The buttons of his vest come undone easily, but he starts roaming his hands over you again. Pinching and squeezing and touching. It makes your hands shake as you finally get the final button. He helps you shrug off the vest and you throw it with the rest, the pile of purple slowly growing on the floor. You’ll admit you are starting to lose patience. How many layers does he have to wear? You’re close to tearing his shirt off completely. He once again laughs at you, but concedes and finishes the buttons, tossing the shirt over.

The second you could see the skin of his chest, of his neck you wanted to bite. A primal part of you screaming to mark him as much as you possibly could. Without waiting for another command you throw yourself forward, latching your lips onto his. Your hands tangle into his hair, a purr coming from your chest with how soft it is. His hand finds its way back to your throat and he pins you back down.

The Master's beaming. “Did you just purr?”

“I’m sorry…” You cast your eyes away.

He just continues to snicker. As he does he plants open mouthed kisses onto your neck and chest. Your arms lay uselessly against his chest as he lavishes you with attention. You realize how little control you really do have when you bite your lip and a fang pierces through. That wasn’t the only little detail, no, your nails sharpened. A normally alarming show of your lack of humanity. He won’t mind, right?

Your claw-like nails scrape across the Masters chest, lines of pink following suit. A hissing whine crawls up and out of your lungs when he gently bites down on your tit. Your interest is dying down and you try to pull him back to your mouth. Was he ever going to actually touch you?

“You really aren’t human.” 

You stare wide eyed as he prys your mouth open and runs his thumb over your bottom two fangs.

“What is a violent little thing like you doing traveling with the doctor?” He questions quietly. His hands move to inspect your nails.

“Can’t go back to Earth.”

Steering away from the uncomfortable thoughts, you pull his hand towards your face. You kiss his hand but focus more on nipping and kissing his wrist. His scent strong and his pulse beating rhythmically against your lips.

“Hmmm. Fascinating little pet.”

“Master…” You draw out. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He questions, squeezing your neck for a second.

Fuck. What did he want you to say now? All you can think is that you need him. Is that what he wanted?

“Please, Master… I need you.” You hesitate as he squeezes a bit tighter. “Need you in me…” You whine and moan while he chokes you more and more.

A white light turns black and then you can breathe again. You can’t help but moan again as you intake air.

“Such a good pet… So perfect for her Master.”

Finally, finally, his hand snakes between your legs. You’re almost certain you’ve ruined this couch already.

“This is why we wait, Darling, all I have to do is push into you now. No need for stretching you out, you’re already so wet it’ll barely hurt.” He informs you much too proudly.

Even as he undoes his pants for a second time. Once again he didn’t shed them completely, only pulling them down enough to free his cock. He slides his member up and down your folds and you buck your hips forward with a whine.

“Be patient.” He orders. His hand taking your breath away again. “You’ve done so well… Don’t start being a brat now.”

As he allows you air again he starts pushing in. You stiffen at the feeling of being stretched. A hiss slipping out, your hands gripping his shoulders causing little beads of orange to grow. He keeps pushing in, a groan slipping from his own mouth. You're both panting when he bottoms out. His eyes are filled with a terrifying look of admiration. A whimper leaves your mouth when he leans it. He only lays some of his weight on top of you. A purr rumbles from him and you almost jump out of your skin. It only lasts for what feels like a moment, but it has to be much longer than that. The action calms you down completely and you melt into the time lord's arms.

He hums again as he rolls his hips into you. You breathe out a soft gasp from the action. Taking that as initiative the Master pulls almost completely out of you before slowly pushing back in. As nice as it felt you needed more. So much desperation built up you needed release. You buck your hips forward in encouragement. Head falling back when he starts getting faster.

The Master growls above you. “Shouldn’t have waited… Love, you feel divine.”

You whine at the praise, trying your best to match his pace. His hand still rests heavily on your throat, and though it doesn’t squeeze it presses you down forcefully into the seating. You both pant and heave in between sloppy kisses. Your hands have moved from his shoulders to his back and draw thick orangey lines across it. Your nails dig in and cause blood to drip down. 

“Since you seem to…  like making me bleed…” He stops to whisper something in that language again. “I see it’s only fair if… I return the favor.”

While one hand holds your thigh, lifting your leg to get a better angle, his other hand leaves your throat to wrap into your hair pulling until your neck is bent and barred to the man. His lips suck and kiss the skin before he bites down violently. You scream out in pleasure at the feeling. You honestly believe it was the reason you started to feel the tightening of the coil in your stomach.

You moan out and pleas fall from your lips like a prayer. He’s pushing into you deeply and you can feel every curve and line of his member inside of you. His lips don’t leave your neck once licking and biting and kissing.

“Master, Master, Master!” Falls from your lips like a mantra. Like his name is the only word you know.

He doesn’t need to tell you to cum, because he moves his hand down from your thigh to rub at your clit. You try to buck at his pace but the Master’s thrusts are sporadic and timed perfectly at the same time and you can’t keep up. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you think you might be drooling. Noises fall from your mouth without care.

Your breath catches as that coil inside you starts to fracture. Pulling and pulling with little tears until it snaps and you're screaming out like you’re being killed with pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the Master to follow, still the overstimulation brought you close to your peak for a second time already. His thrusts start to slow and stutter. He burrows deep inside and you croon as you cum again at the feeling of hot liquid filling you up.

Exhaustion fills your body and you go completely limp under him. Your arms falling uselessly. You’ve never been so tired after only one round before. The Master rests with his head still in the crook of your neck. 

“Tell me…” He says panting. “Did you just cum a second time all because I came in you?”

It was a tease. A trick, and even though you were on the edge of passing out, you still realize this, but you answer anyway, voice hoarse and tired. “Yes.”

If he were a human he wouldn’t be able to hear it, but if you needed more proof he wasn’t outside of the orange blood and doubled heartbeats, you got it easily when he laughs one more time at your responses.

You drift in and out of consciousness as he gets off of you and moves around. You think he’s getting dressed, but honestly you didn’t really care what he was doing, the urge to rest far too strong. You hear yet another huff of laughter, and peel your eyes open. Standing in front of the balcony fully dressed and far too composed after what transpired stands the Master tall and proud.

As if he could sense your eyes watching he turns around and saunters back towards you. When his hand starts petting your hair you let a gentle purr pass through you. You wanted to go to sleep, but you suppose this wasn’t too bad. Your naked form draped across the couch, but with the heat of the planet and moment you were rather comfortable. The sun has set completely and it casts the room in a peaceful glow of the planet's three moons.

“I certainly can’t let you go now.” The Master whispers as if he wasn’t even talking to you.

You hum, opening your eyes to question him.

His eyes bore into your soul again. He drops his gaze back to your neck, and when he wraps his hand back around it you whine.

“Wouldn’t be much of a problem to get you fitted with a nice collar.”

You don’t get a chance to question that statement as he’s already moving again. He drapes his suit jacket across your body then picks you up gracefully. What did you weigh nothing to him? Even so, you let your head rest against his chest. The Master carries you through a few halls in the castle before coming to a stop at a grandfather clock. Simply using his foot to push open what you slowly understood was the door to his TARDIS. 

He sits you on a couch in the rather luxurious room attached to his console and starts to move towards the controls before stopping in his tracks. He quickly walks back over to you and you give him a sleepy tilt of your head as he puts his hand inside the suit pocket.

“Almost forgot.” He grins.

Turning a knob on the control panel and he then presses the button on the device he took out of his pocket. You couldn’t see his satisfied face when he heard you jump and squeak at the sudden sound of explosions outside the ship. You really should’ve kept in mind that he was going to do that.

“Don’t worry, Pet, you’re perfectly safe with me.” He reassures darkly.

What have you done?

[dinsbeskar]

The Number of the Beast (Sauron/F!Reader)

After his frankly embarrassing defeat at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Sauron seeks you out;

You discover his werewolf form and press him for the whole truth and nothing but

Sequel to Wicked Game // AO3 Link

Songs to listen to: Animals by Maroon 5, Closer by Nine Inch Nails (obviously Sauron's jam), Teeth by Lady Gaga

Special Mention to Home by Snow Ghosts, as recommended by @sansaorgana, immaculate vibes for this fic!!

Warnings: 18+! Werewolf!Sauron, smut (smh we cannot keep it clean for 5 minutes!!) werewolf sex (I'm sorry!! It's not a lot!! Idk!!!), P in V sex, oral sex (female receiving), dubcon (he is not in control of himself and even though you are up for it, you're still terrified of him and his uhhh size), size kink/size difference, hurt/comfort, manipulation (it's Sauron, he sucks guys idk), angst towards the end

A/N: y'know what, I warned you all this was going to happen. Sauron is a werewolf, and things get interesting weird. Idk I don't feel like it's overwhelmingly filthy, maybe y'all won't mind 😂🙈 there is actual plot to this one, and it will be fairly pertinent to the rest of the story, but you can skip the smut if it's not your cup of tea, I get it!! (Skip the section marked by ***)

Word Count: 4.9k!

Writing playlist here if so inclined 😅

Translation note: Amarië means 'goodness', Uthaessel means "tempting girl' as far as I can tell!

A nameless terror has been stalking your kin in these woods for years, and you are eager for your husband's embrace as you delve further into the woods, heart racing at every tiny rustle in the trees. He would never let anything happen to you, but he was not here, at least not as far as you could tell.

Usually when he drew close, you could feel a warmth deep in your soul, like embers stoked in a neglected fire, made to dance and blaze again with renewed vigour whenever he returned to you. But for the moment all you feel is an icy cold fear in the pit of your stomach; you should not be out here alone.

You think to turn back, to run back to the safety of your fledgling city, but you press on. He promised he would be here, and you cannot disappoint him, not after the long months he has spent in the north craving your touch.

The forest is so quiet as you make your way to the glade that has become so sacred to you and your husband. You keep as silent as you can, footsteps making no rustle in the leaves underfoot; the air is too still, the silence deafening where there should be sounds of birds and insects conducting their nightly business.

You are not far from your meeting place now as even the wind falls still. You breathe a sigh of relief as you catch sight of the rushing water that will lead you to safety. He will be there to assuage all your silly fears, the thought giving you the strength to keep moving.

A sharp howl, long and guttural, pierces the air, and you freeze. It sounded far off, or maybe closer than you think; your head is in a spin as you try to judge what could have possibly made such an unearthly sound. It didn't sound like any wolf you've ever heard; it had an almost sorrowful lilt that drew you to it. Shaking it off, you creep into the glade, expecting to see him there.

Disappointment washes through you; you are alone, and now you hear another howl, closer than before.

He will understand, you think, let's go home.

You start to take the winding path back to the thick treeline, but hear cracking branches, heavy footfall, ragged breath, from the dark undergrowth.

You back up, starting to shake and sweat. You are not made for this, never have you had to protect yourself from such a beast. You look around for anything with which to defend yourself, landing on a large broken branch that looks like it might be lethal in the right hands. Shame then, that your hands have never seen combat.

Dragging your makeshift weapon, you look for somewhere to hide, terrified that the beast might have already caught your scent.

~

He doesn't know why he's here, why he would put you through the horror of seeing him in his bestial glory; all he knows is that defeat has pushed him into your radiant embrace, to soothe the heavy losses he had suffered and prepare the fortitude of his mind to face his master's wrath.

His defeat at the hands of some Elf-Maia and her dog had shamed him; he could not go back to Angband now, not now Tol-in-Gaurhoth was lost, and all he craved was your touch, for you to wash away all his ills.

He pads through the forest, trailing a silent darkness in his wake, all birds and beasts fleeing before him. His black blood drips and pools in the undergrowth, scorching the earth.

His mind is clouded with pain and shame, something with which he is not familiar, and would not suffer again given the option, how it turns his stomach, and makes him crave nothing but your sweet embrace. Where are you? He can think of nothing else, having travelled so far in search of salvation.

The breeze betrays you, carrying the sweet scent of the berries you love to eat, the oils you use on your skin, and he groans, a deep visceral sound that would usually shake the foundations of Middle Earth, if only he were not so deeply tired.

He follows your scent, instinctively, unthinking as to how you might receive him. As he gets closer, his soul sings for you, his heart swells, and he can think of nothing else.

Exhausted, he reaches out to you, tendrils of his mind softly caressing yours. He hears your soft sigh and follows the sweet sound to your doom.

~

The forest around you turns deathly silent, the very air robbed of its oxygen in a split second. You hear only the crack of fallen branches and the heavy movement of something massive in the dark.

You should be terrified, why do you not run?

Quaking in your hiding spot, you find yourself rooted to the spot, crouching and unable to move, doomed to listen to the beast in the dark.

You feel it then; a darkness in your mind, touching your thoughts, and the terror grows. The scent of sweat dripping down your back only helps him find you sooner, and as you hear him approach, the tremor in your fingers grows.

If you can only stay quiet, perhaps it will ignore you, perhaps you will be blessed tonight. You screw your eyes shut and pray.

Alas, a hot huff of breath sweeps the side of your face, and you scream, you can't help but keep screaming, even after you've picked up your weapon and blindly struck the great beast, before you roll out from under it and run as fast as your legs can carry you.

He shakes his head, blind rage now overtaking him, even as he sees you, scents you, wants nothing more than to cover and embrace you.

The pair of you race through the forest; you know it as well as any of your people, all the shortcuts and secret places. But your quick light tread is vastly outmatched by his sheer ferocity, and in your panic, you take a wrong turn, meeting a sharp cliff face where you were sure there was a waterfall you might have lost the beast in. You curse your folly and spin around, awaiting your fate.

Two great paws come to rest either side of you, as its wolven face bears its teeth and snarls, black blood dripping from the gash you inflicted on its temple.

You can do nothing but shut your eyes, shaking in terror as the beast takes you in, sniffing at you and panting. Any moment now, this will all be over...

Amarië... love... need you...

The unspoken voice you hear is somehow familiar, deeper and more guttural, and yet...

You reach out your hand, offering your soothing touch freely. Baleful golden eyes watch you carefully as he closes the gap and leans in to your trembling touch. You should run.

"Mairon..." The beast's eyes soften as you look up at him, and you realise a terrible sorcery is at play here.

You feel his mind caress yours and you relax, easing into the unfamiliar feeling of fur beneath your fingers. You trace the sinewy muscle of his neck a while, assuring him in hushed tones that you've got him, that everything will be alright, that you're here, his horrors are over.

"Oh, my love..." You run your fingers over him, suddenly mindful of the wound you'd inflicted yourself only moments ago.

In your inspection, you find many more, deep gouges and bitemarks that have festered, and your heart aches for him. How could this have happened? Who did this to him?

"Come, love, I have you now," you grasp his fur on his neck and lead him back to the river, careful not to touch the open sores in his sides yet.

He staggers into the rushing current, clear water turning black as he submerges, washing off his defeat and returning little by little to you.

You wade in after him, ripping a strip off your hem; how times had changed since last you did this for him, having now ruined two dresses to tend his wounds.

You soak the fabric and begin to dab away the grime and viscera, so that you can start to heal him with every spell your people know for such injuries.

It doesn't take long before his whines of pain become pleasurable, enjoying your touch and the cool water on his skin. His mind is less fraught now, more present, and before long he begins to panic. His sweet wife, his innocent wife, had seen him for what he truly is, a Lord of Beasts, monstrous and terrifying to behold, and here she was, running her gentle fingers over him as if he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.

You notice his panic and immediately go to soothe him, rubbing circles over his muzzle, trying not to overthink just how strange the situation had become.

"It's okay, love, I'm here, you're okay," you whisper softly, "who did this to you, love?"

Trying to soothe him was proving difficult as anger begins to bubble in the pit of your stomach; who was responsible for this sorcery? You would rip them limb from limb, your gentle nature be damned.

That blasted Elf-Maia hybrid and her brute of a dog, he thinks bitterly, reliving his utter defeat once more.

"My darling, you can tell me, who did this to you? Transformed you this way?" Surely it was a curse that could be broken, that you could face together.

Oh. Oh, no. His blood runs cold. Yes, of course, that's what you mean; how were you to know he could transform himself at will, that this was a form he liked to take in battle. Used to like. It might be a while before he chose a wolfish form again, given everything that had happened with Lúthien.

He goes to stand, to leave the river and avoid your questioning, but his legs give out from under him. Your heart wrenches at the sight of your beloved suffering so, how it pained you.

"I have you, don't move yet," you say softly with an encouraging smile. "I've got you."

More murmuring in Quenya, pressing your hands to his wounds, feeling your energy flow into him, all of your efforts were enough to finally restore him, and you both emerge from the river into the cool night air, sodden and freezing.

He collapses on the river bank, with you quick to follow; your healing had taken a lot out of you. Shivering, you lean into him for his furnace-like warmth, blessedly finding him already nearly dry.

You're so tired, your questions can wait until after you've rested, and so you do.

~

It is still hours before dawn when you wake to the unfamiliar sensation of warm silky fur on your cheek, lining your body, encompassing you in a blissful heat.

Fear jolts any sleepiness from your mind, and you try to stand. But his great limbs keep you from moving, and he rumbles his disapproval deep in his chest.

Suddenly you remember.

"Mairon?" You whisper, "darling, how do you feel?"

I was fine. His words are still unspoken, heard directly in your mind.

"Was? Can I help, love?" You worry that your work is not done, that perhaps there are ills that you have not yet healed.

Go back to sleep, your presence is soothing, my sweet.

"I can soothe you while awake!" Your tone is indignant and his chest quakes with what sounds like laughter, if you're not mistaken.

I didn't say you could not, but now you're awake, there are other urges I'd rather have you satisfy, Uthaessel.

Other urges... you blush as you realise what he means. He only calls you by that epithet when he craves you so particularly, that nothing else might sate him but hours between your thighs. 'Temptation', indeed.

"Well, you've recovered quickly." You laugh, brushing his side and finding his gaping wounds already healed over.

"And while you're like this, my darling, I'm not quite sure how that would work." You do have an idea, but it might be... uncomfortable.

He groans, deep in his chest, making your whole body vibrate with it; maybe a little discomfort wouldn't be so bad?

I have many ideas, precious one, all you need to do is lie there and relax for me...

He rolls you over, encircling you wholly with his powerful frame. He is so massive that he dwarfs you twice, thrice over. You look down and your eyes widen, blood rushing to your cheeks; how is that going to fit?

In an effort to slow him down, you ask him again, "how did this happen, love? You couldn't tell me before, would you tell me now?"

He sighs, a massive huff of breath that seems to scold you for disrupting his conquest of you.

It is no curse, that much you do not have to fear.

"If it is no curse, then what happened? Love, this is hardly natural, unless I am missing something important?" You laugh a little, nervously, wishing for him to assuage your anxiety.

He simply stares down at you with those bottomless golden eyes, concocting some explanation that will appease you.

How would you react, he wonders, if he told you he told you he is in fact Lord of Beasts and Werewolves, able to take on any form he wishes? Or would you prefer a simple lie, or the wiping of it from your mind altogether?

You are his wife, you are bound together in a way no force can sunder, you could not reject him if you tried. But he fears your disgust, would do anything to avoid it.

But the truth would set him free. No more lies, no more deception, he could truly be himself with you. The freedom that would afford, the burdens he would no longer have to carry alone.

So for once, he settles on the truth, mostly.

This is simply one of the forms I can take. You know I am no Elf, I can do things your kind could only dream of.

He nuzzles your neck, licking a long stripe up the sensitive flesh between your ear and your collarbone.

"I know that," you whimper, his rough tongue laving your throat, making your toes curl into the dirt. "But this is new, this is-" a whine escapes your lips as he nips at your neck- "unnatural."

You feel his song in the depths of your soul, how sweetly he pines for you. Your soul cannot help but answer, harmonising with his every touch, until you are squirming under his iron embrace, pupils blown, arousal overtaking you quicker than it ever has before.

*******

His massive limbs cage you in, and panic begins to set in again; surely your husband would never hurt you, but in this state you weren't sure he had the control to keep his nature at bay.

"I need to know-" You brace against him, trying with all your might to release yourself from his roaming tongue, rasping over your skin; sharp teeth snared in your dress pull in one fluid motion and you're left bare under his gaze.

Need to know what, my pet? His tone is adoring as ever, but impatient; he knows what plagues your thoughts and he still isn't sure he wants you to know.

"Need to know... need to know who you are." You force out the words as he seeks out where to lick, where to bite, trying to swallow your pleas; he cocks his head, as if your question is a mystery.

You know who I am, love. His length begins to prod at you insistently, and you clench your thighs together, nervous at the thought of him claiming you like this, stalling for time even as the melody of his fëa seduces you.

"No... no, I don't think I do," You pant, fingers clutching at his neck, drawing him in and pulling him away, your body betraying your mind as you become more and more unsure of what you want from him.

"How? How can you change your face like that? Your entire being? I don't understand..." You trail off with a whine as he begins to worship your body with his tongue, covering your breasts with a swipe, dragging slowly lower until he finds your mound, gods you smell divine.

The bestial part of his mind begins to take over, ignoring your questioning, wrapped in the scent of you, the soft flesh under his tongue that he could so easily ruin with a drag of his teeth if he desired, your panting lips forming words that fall on deaf ears; the only sounds he now listens for are your moans and pleas.

"Mairon... I need to know..." You realise far too late that this is no longer your husband, and that the beast before you is going to rut you into the earth without pity.

Terror grips you, hand in hand with arousal, and the fresh wetness between your legs spurs him on, groaning at the scent of you, all he can think of as you writhe beneath him. You try to get a better look at the flesh that is about to ravage you, but it is hidden in his fur. Perhaps that is for the best, you muse, far-off in your thoughts now, waiting for him to ruin you.

He sniffs at the dampness between your thighs, a groan rumbling through him as he bears his sharp canines, dangerous and gleaming even in the dark of the night; perhaps especially so. Even with the forest at your fingertips, all you can smell is him, musk and smoke and iron, he smells like himself but stronger, every inch of him reeking of the man you love but more pungent, inescapable; a heady mix that does nothing to dispel the coil in your abdomen that he will delight to spring.

"My love, darling, please, Mairon..." you try every which way to get his attention, to bring him back to you.

You shiver as he laps at you, tasting you every which way, your nipples peaking as he runs his tongue over them before letting them chill in the night's cool breeze. He lowers himself slightly to wrap himself around you more completely, your soft skin now pressed against his thick fur, the perfect companion to stave off the chill.

You feel him pant against your neck, his thick length weeping against your legs, firmly pressed shut as you rock slightly to relieve the terrible pressure he has built in your clit.

You bury your face in the green foliage under your head, still pressing your thighs together as if he will yet be denied. He noses at your jaw, demanding your attention; pressing his long teeth against your throat, demanding your obedience.

The inhuman face gazing down on you does nothing to dispel the visceral fear that grips you. This is your husband, the man you love, whose soul you share; but none of this seems to matter now, as empty golden eyes stare you down, awaiting the inevitable.

Tears of fear begin to fall unbidden as your heart hammers in your chest, as you realise that despite every instinct in you telling you to run, you still want him, and he knows it.

The second you loosen your thigh muscles, he is there with his tongue, licking and sucking and making your toes curl. He is too rough, too fast, and before long a tiny nip at your clit sends stars behind your eyes, warmth exploding and cascading through you.

With you distracted at your peak, he takes his opportunity.

Hot breath on your face, soft fur under your fingers, giving you purchase, grounding you, a white hot pain at your mound-

Your scream echoes through the forest as he buries himself within you, no gentleness, just brutal force.

He allows you a moment to accommodate him, but it would take many more to truly adjust to his monstrous size. He pulls back, your tiny sigh of relief cut short as he thrusts back in, deeper, longer, stroking every inch of you.

You feel a tendril of his mind caress yours, and you reach for it, cling to it, make his power your own as you channel every intelligible thought into not being spilt apart.

As his power and your healing magic do their work, the blazing pain lessens, relieved to a dull ache, that only invites him to do his worst.

He would tear you apart, put you back together, over and over if he could. As he reaches the height of his pleasure, he is merciless, rutting you like a mindless animal, emptying and filling you quicker than you can draw breath, gasping around the sheer inhuman size of him.

And you enjoy it.

As the pain recedes, all you can think is of his cock filling you over and over, tongue rasping everywhere he can reach, guttural groans punctuating every thrust, as you drag your nails down his forearms, desperate to ground yourself in any sensation not emanating from your heated core.

With an unearthly growl, his thick hot seed paints your insides, filling you to bursting, and the coil in your abdomen does indeed spring again; as he comes down from his own high, his mind returns to him piece by piece, and he realises what he has put you through. You quake around him, whimpering and clinging to him, nails deep in his heavily muscled back.

He licks the tears from your face gently, still engulfed in your wet heat, unwilling to be parted just yet. He rears up to get a look at how well you take him, to see how you stretch and mould for him.

That is all he wants after all, for you to be moulded by him, for him.

He nuzzles your neck as you lie exhausted underneath him.

Love... precious girl... my Uthaessel... did so well for me...

You give him a sleepy smile, idly running your fingers through the fur on his chest, suddenly overcome with the urge to sleep for a week.

When he can, he slips out of you, curling you into his side, as his seed drips between your thighs. He'll clean you up later, he thinks, but perhaps for now he'll just watch you sleep.

*******

When you wake, he has already transformed himself, smooth skin and golden hair that you love so much, but your sticky thighs remind you uncomfortably of what happened last night.

You crane your neck to look at him, to assure yourself it is really him. He gives you that same gentle adoring smile he always does; your heart melts as you can't help but return it, but your questions still plague you. He had never told you he could take the guise of a beast, and you worry that something wicked lies under that glorious visage.

"Mairon..." You try to keep your tone neutral, but he knows your heart too well.

"I know, love," he gathers you to him, resting his chin on your head. "Can we not? At least for now."

You do wonder whether to indulge him, but the suspicions gnawing at your gut will not cease.

"I want to know... I need to know what happened."

You expect him to fight you on it tooth and nail, but he vowed to himself last night, the truth would out. Mostly.

And so he tells you. His humiliation at the hands of Lúthien and Huan, his command over beasts and vampires, even where he really comes from. Your eyes widen and your breath shallows with each detail, reaching a crescendo as he tells you of Morgoth, his voice low as if his master could hear him even here.

"A servant of Morgoth?" You can't catch your breath, you've long stood up, pacing and wringing your hands more urgently the longer you let him speak.

"Why are you telling me this?" You stop still and ask sharply, making him wince at the tone you've never used on him before.

"You asked, my love," he looks confused, as if the truth weren't more horrifying than your husband simply liking to spend time in wolf's clothing.

"But why are you telling me now? You could have continued your vile deception? Kept me in the dark?" Your stomach drops as you wonder aloud his intentions.

"You've had everything you wanted from me, that must be it. And now you tell me you are a servant of the Enemy-" your thoughts are interrupted as he now stands and moves to take your hands in his.

A churning fear overtakes your anger as you realise he is the one your people only speak of in hushed whispers, his very name accursed to the tongue: Sauron.

"You... you are the terror my people fear in these woods. You have plagued them, stolen them, and then you come to me and ply me with your sweetness and lies?"

"You misjudge me, my love. I will never stop wanting you," he implores, as he takes your face in his hand, willing you to be silent and listen.

"My appetite for you will never be sated, such is my devotion. I could never cast you aside, could never let you leave me." He sounds so damn sincere, your heart pleads with you to listen while your head tells you to run.

"You wanted the truth, so I gave it to you. If I did not think you could handle it, I would not have troubled you with such evils." His eyes search yours for any sign you understand his plight. "I told you my name, I never lied to you. But I could not tell you about Melkor in the beginning, how could I, when you would have scorned me?"

"You don't know that," you mutter, still shell-shocked, world in pieces, but offended by the accusation all the same.

"If this is your reaction, then I am sure you would."

"Are you blaming me? Lies by omission are still lies!" Your indignation stirs you a little, your mind screaming at you to fight back.

He does you the courtesy to look mollified slightly, before grasping your hands once more, tracing circles in your palm with his thumb.

"Amarië, my sweet, even your name is too good for me, how could I have won you if you had known the company I am forced to keep?"

It's that imploring look, the gentle tone, and-

"Forced? What do you mean, forced?" Even in your shell-shocked anger, the notion of your husband forced to do anything hurts you deeply.

"I hardly serve Him willingly, my love, no one does. His will is..." he searches for the right word, the word that will convince you, "insurmountable."

You take a deep breath through your nose, finding nothing in your mind but the sweet scent of smoke and musk and iron, the scent of your husband that softens your heart once more.

Your deep exhale releases much of the tension within you; of course, he is but an unwilling participant in Morgoth's designs, of course.

"This is your one chance, Mairon, you have one chance to tell me everything, no lies, no deceit." You raise your eyebrows at him, daring him to argue, but he simply sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I have done, love, you know everything."

"No. Details, and lots of them, now."

It takes from sunrise to sunset, but he tells you everything. How Morgoth seduced him to his will; how He alone has the power to change Middle Earth in the way your lover has planned; how Sauron realised far too late that His destruction was not the balance he craved.

"And you cannot leave Him?" Your voice is hoarse after so much time spent listening, but you have to ask.

Sauron grimaces, an expression that twists his pretty face, makes it almost unrecognisable.

"One does not simply leave Melkor's service." His tongue picks over the words carefully, watching for your reaction.

"Morgoth." You interject, "his name is Morgoth." After all the heartbreak and destruction He has wrought on your kind, you cannot stand to hear his divine name spoken once more.

"Forgive me, love, it is... difficult to break the habit when He himself would flay me for even thinking the name your people have given him." He cannot help but smirk a moment when your face drops, and you reach for him as if to comfort him.

He takes you in his golden embrace, holding you tightly as if you'd leave him the moment you were free.

"I was so afeared that you would reject my affections, I could not possibly tell you, and as time passed, I could not bear to ruin what we share." He nuzzles your neck affectionately, as if he has already won you over.

You are so torn, your heart and head fighting a losing battle. If he truly is an unwilling accomplice, then he needs you now more than ever to face the darkness. But the darkness was a terror you never planned on witnessing in all its treachery.

It is a long time before you can forgive his lies, but the truth will indeed set you both free.

[ilikekidsshows]

"Adrien using the wish" anon here again!

I was just thinking of the potential counter-argument based on rhetoric I've seen floating around, of "But because Adrien is so reliant on Marinette these days since he hardly has anyone else/lost both his parents (true), he'd be emotionally devastated to lose her (also true), so this means he'd...be willing to make the wish/wouldn't be able to handle life without her (ehhhh no)." Tempted to use the wish? Sure, I'd be surprised if he wasn't. Forever unable to live without her and/or willing to turn into the next Hawk Moth? Yeah, no.

Adrien being the next Hawk Moth only makes sense if you know nothing about the characters and decide to go with the most surface level 'like father like son' plot-line ever (which also explains why I see poorly executed 'villain! Chat Noir who sides with Hawk Moth' fics waaaay too often for my taste).

I know the idea that he'd be able to heal after losing her doesn't sound very "romantic" (I have different opinions on love and what's truly healthy and romantic but that's neither here not there), but...like I said before, he's already proven he can handle loss? If you give him enough time? If he coped with losing his mother with almost no support, something tells me he'd find ways to heal from losing Marinette, too. He does have a better support network now after all, such as it is. There's no reason why he couldn't even...find new friends and develop a new one, need be. Hell, I just remembered the boy has already said "if you wanted to dump me, I'd understand" in Illustrhater. Tell me that sounds like someone unable to move on from her.

Also sidenote, but being able to heal would be what's best for him as an individual (and a sign of character growth and a contrast with his villain father who very notably couldn't and wouldn't move on), but since that doesn't focus on Marinette being the center of the universe, I get why it's not popular with Marinette stans.

In before I'm wrong and the show has him trying to use the wish despite all evidence to the contrary, because only ~romantic love~ and/or Marinette truly matters apparently

Instead. To be honest, at this point I'm full on expecting something will happen to Adrien one day, something severe or even permanent, maybe caused by Marinette's lying or some other mistake, to the point she will try to use the wish. Parallels with Gabe and all that. Her already over the top and questionable behavior all in the name of not losing him, yadda yadda. Don't know if they'll go this route for sure, but...the foreshadowing/potential is there.

I laughed at "mouthy amphibian" btw. 🤣 Thank you so much for the response!!! And apologies this two part rant got so long, I've just been really annoyed by this and didn't want to keep silent any longer.

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I totally get it. It's a complete misunderstanding of what Adrien's character stands for, the little bit of character growth he’s actually been allowed even as the writers try to drain anything interesting about him away to make him less popular. Frankly, with the writers' disregard of their characters’ personalities, their obvious disdain for the very idea of Adrien having concerns outside of Marinette and their very obvious belief that Marinette is the center of the universe, I would not be surprised if they actually did write Adrien unable to deal with losing Marinette. After all, the biggest concern of any sympathetic character should always be Marinette, unless them not prioritizing her is going to be milked for Marinette sympathy.

Realistically, in terms of what has been established about Adrien's character, he would be heartbroken to lose Marinette, but he could survive her and move on and find new happiness. However, also realistically, in terms of how the writers operate, Adrien's personality doesn't matter if they want to throw the ultimate pity party over how sad and pathetic everyone would be without the most amazing, wonderful Marinette. Ignore how a lot of them would be better off without her with how exhausting the writers made her to deal with.

If Adrien got to move on, the shippers would be so angry at him for “not loving Marinette enough”. There's this idea in media that moving on from loss is healthy as long as it's not the main romantic couple. Romantic couples should never move on, because that's more dramatic and so romanticized, just like codependency is so popular because it's more dramatic and so romanticized. And, like, I’m not saying I don't see the appeal, I enjoy the occasional codependent relationship in my media. But, that's just the thing: my media. I’m a grownass adult with critical thinking skills and emotional skills. I don't wanna see that shit romanticized in cartoons made for preschoolers with neither of those skills. Anything in between there is a case-by-case basis the parents should probably be responsible for depending on how much harmful behavior is being taught to youths and how mature the youths watching and reading that stuff are.

I used to call myself a Mudkip during my iconic “Mudkip with Juniper Lee hair” profile pic era in a cheeky “but what do I know, I’m just a Mudkip” way. I figured amphibian works, since, among my changing user pics, amphibians are the most common.

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Love and Tenacity (Tokyo Revenger One-shot)

Warning: Blood, Spoiler Warning, Angst, Swearing, Violence, Alternative Canon Divergence, Details of injuries, Mentions of Character Deaths, Lots of crying, The author(me) being an annoying narrator, Truck-kun obliterating Kisaki, Inaccurate medical information, Plot armor, super long fic, Mentions of starting a family

Series: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 7.2k words

Pairing: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x Fem!Reader(Romantic), Takamichi x Fem!Reader(Platonic/Best Friends)

Pronouns: She/Her (Mikey call reader Baby and Princess)

Summary: Instead of Emma getting hit by Kisaki, you take the fall for her.

(A/N: This fic could’ve been way shorter then it needs to be but I had to word vomit a lot. Will edit this later. I actually have been planning to write this type of fic for a year now but never started it until like a weeks ago. Sorry for the inconsistent updates!)

[Not proofread! 7:19pmCST 11/29/2023]

As always, please enjoy!

The slight ringing in your ears had dulled out everything around you.

Your eyes were fixated on the sky, not a single cloud could be seen above. Like the gates were wide open for you to enter. No obstacles, no stairs, nothing between you and the endless cerulean sea that never failed to look beautiful every time.

The faint ringing created this humming effect, drowning out all and any noise. It was strange, it was almost comforting in a way you felt a sense of peace.

Your consciousness becomes like the ocean’s tide, rising and falling as time slows down. With your breathing becoming shallow with each passing second, you wondered if what you did would really change anything. What you did could really make a difference that changes everything forever. Takamichi is the only one that can time leap back and forth. Only he knows what you did affected the future. Yet were you able to live and see that reality yourself? Be alive and Takamichi telling you yourself?

Who knows, you wonder.

Face remained parallel with the sky and consciousness became faint, you were completely fazed out of reality. So out of it that you see two figures hovering over you. You can faintly hear bits and pieces of what they are saying, their voices muffled because your consciousness started to slide down the slope.

With blurry vision, you can make out the silhouettes of Emma and Takamichi. Emma, with big beads of tears in her eyes, has her hands covering her mouth to suppress her sobs. Her body shakes as she continues to cry, continuously shouting out your name. Takamichi isn’t any different. Panic and desperation was written all over him with his endless waterfall of tears. As he is hunched over your body, Takamichi continuously pleads for you to stay awake. 

To stay with them. 

You didn’t want to go, you wanted to stay with them. But your head throbbed and the aching feeling taking over your body, forming a response was something your body couldn’t do. Even blinking was hard because closing your eyes was tempting to enter eternal darkness forever.

As your two friends were desperate to save you and keep you leaving forever, your thoughts drift to Mikey and how he was dealing with all of this. Mikey has been through a lot. He lost so much and you have been there for him all the time.

Maybe Mikey was able to sort things out with Izana, or at least get some things across. You only hoped it wouldn’t be the start of leading him down a dark path.

[~~Flashback~~]

The cold winter air nipped at your lips as you made your way to meet Takamichi at the nearby park.

After the events of Bloody Halloween and Christmas Showdown, you wanted to know everything about Takamichi’s plan. You knew there was no way a junior high kid could have that much knowledge. 

There was something about him that made you want to know more about him. Prior to this, you have never met Hangaki Takamichi nor heard of him. You only ran into him when you accompanied Draken and Mikey when Kiyomasa was beating him up. Afterwards, Takamichi became this constant presence everywhere. He fought with the Toman gang when he wasn’t even a member, even saving them multiple times in the gang brawls.

This kid didn’t grow up with any of you guys yet he’s fighting for them like he’s known them for years. He was so persistent and had this conviction unlike any other person you have seen before in your life. You have to admit, Takamitchy wasn’t the strongest, smartest, or a good fighter for that matter. Yet he still goes in no matter what. He knows he’s going to lose but he still fights anyway.

Why?

You wanted that question answered by the boy himself so you asked him to meet up. He didn’t mind but he was concerned about what Mikey would think.

“Trust me, don’t worry about it. Mikey isn’t like that type of person. As long as I tell him the who, where, when, he won’t make a big deal out of it. Plus he’s not worried about you, Takamitchy.”

Is what you said to him on Friday before going home. It’s Saturday and Takamitchy was waiting for you on one of the swingsets. The anxiety was gnawing at him. Should he tell you why he’s really doing all of this? How would you react to it? 

Would you even believe him?

The chains from the swings clinked at his grip. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t know you had already arrived. Takamitchy jerked his head up at the sound of your footsteps. You greeted him and sat on the empty swing next to him. There was a small silence that fell upon the two of you. You couldn’t blame Takamitchy for being reluctant to talk. I mean, you literally pried at him to tell you his real intentions. And to be honest, the way you did it almost made Takamitchy piss his pants. 

It was like that for a moment before Takamitchy stops moving his swing and looks at you.

“Would you believe even if what I’m telling you is true?”

Caught off guard, you looked at Takamitchy with wide eyes before your signature smile made an appearance on your lips.

“I mean, I have to at this point. I’ve never seen anyone so devoted to fight and save even though they’re not powerful. You never purposely lied to them so you wouldn’t lie to me, right Takamitchy?”

Shaking his head, he looks at you with absolute seriousness.

“No, I don’t want to. The things I’m doing aren’t even for me really but they ended up involving everyone. I need to do this because I have to!”

“ *hums* Then tell me about it, Takamitchy.” 

With that, Takamitchy tells you everything about what he’s doing. How, in the future, the consistent deaths of Hana and his friends have haunted him relentlessly. That he has the ability to travel back in time to certain years depending on how much time has passed. The only reason why he got himself involved with Toman was because Hana’s death was linked to the gang. That there were futures where Draken was either dead or on death row, how some of the other members were dead in one. That one person was behind everything that kept creating such bleak futures: Kisaki Tetta.

As you listened and asked for clarification with what Takamitchy was saying, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, astonished, and even heartbroken. Astonished in Takamitchy doing all of this and having the willpower to keep going. But you also felt heartbroken and sympathetic because he had to witness the people his friends and the love of his life die right in front of him. You don’t blame him at all for doing what he had to do, and frankly you would do the same if it meant saving the ones you care about.

“And that’s pretty much it, (Y/N). I know it sounds crazy but it’s all true.”

“Isn’t there anyone else, Takamitchy?”

He looked at you quizzically, legitimately not understanding your lack of disbelief of what he was telling you. Instead, you were still questioning him like it was normal.

“What do you mean by that, (Y/N)?”

“As in, who else did you not see in your future timelines? You said that in other timelines, Ken-chin was dead or on death row. Other timelines, everyone else was dead. I feel like we’re missing something here. Like there has to be someone else that plays a role in the downward spiral of Mikey.”

“(Y/N), I don’t see what you’re trying to get at.”

“Takamitchy, think about it. From what you have told me, Mikey goes down this dark path because he loses the people closest in life. Shinichiro, Baji, Draken, what if there’s someone else we are not including. Like what about Emma? Do you know if she’s in the future?”

It took a few seconds to process what you just said, more so the last part. He would have retorted if it weren’t for the realization to hit him.

“(Y-Y/N), you’re not saying Emma dies, are you?”

“Takamitchy, look, I’m no detective. But think about it. If you said everyone is somewhat dead in the future, wouldn’t that include her too? Only you have been to the future, but how come you didn’t question it? You didn’t see her around when you went back to the future at all?”

“I-I…(Y/N)...”

Even though he didn’t give you an answer, his reaction and the fact his eyes are filled with slight panic gave you one. But with this revelation, it meant that Mikey was inevitably going to lose another loved one, specifically his sister. Once that fact settled in for you, your heart sank to the bottom of your soul. Heartache and agony took over your body, if Takamitchy couldn’t save Emma this time, it would guarantee that Mikey would fall into depravity. 

‘Mikey…’

You couldn’t let that happen. No, you just can’t. You loved Mikey so much that you don’t know what to do if you lost him. Just thinking about the future versions of Mikey from Takamichi’s recounts made you nauseous and break out into a cold sweat.

You know that Takamichi can’t do this all on his own. His mission will need all the help that he can get, and you were on board with it. Fuck, you do anything for Mikey and your friends.

“Then we gotta do this, Takamitchy. I may not be strong or anything but I wanna help you with this. You have my full support.”

Takamichi nods his head with his classic determined look that you’ve grown to admire. Though this meeting happened before Izana was added into the picture. Takamichi’s resolve to continue on grew more since you gave him reassurance of your help. And perhaps, this meeting only made your friendship stronger.

[~~Flashback Ends~~]

You knew you had to protect and save Emma of a fate that would lead to her premature death. You were well aware how much Emma meant to Mikey, and her dying meant Mikey losing the last family member that cared for him. 

Plus Emma didn’t deserve such a fate. She wasn’t involved in the gang at all other than being the little sister of Mikey. But even then, this wasn’t outspoken knowledge and kept hidden except for those in their close circle. To get her caught up in all of these was wrong and scumbag-level. So it was no surprise when Mikey opened up to you about Izana and their shared history together. 

But to know that Izana was trying to get Mikey to fight him by any means necessary, you expected foul play to happen. Yet, not where they were going to target someone and get them killed. It was sickening and cruel for this to happen, even in gangs filled with teenagers who were too chicken to even attempt this. But what happened to Pah’s friend and his girlfriend, it could happen.

All the more reasons to keep a close eye on Emma. But there was another reason why you couldn’t let her die. One time, Mikey took you out on his motorcycle through the city. He took you by the ocean as he zoomed and weaved through the streets of Tokyo. As he stopped and parked his bike, you and Mikey were chilling under the night sky while snacking on freshly made Taiyaki. As the two of you were talking, he mentions how he wants Emma to have a nice domestic life with Draken. You question him further and he just states:

“They care about each other. Emma loves Draken, and Draken cares deeply for Emma. It would make sense, and I would be fine with it.”

You never expected Mikey to say something like that. It’s not like he doesn’t have a way with words, it’s more of he never put much thought into it unless it was serious. So for him to say something like this really changed your perspective. Mikey does seem like a selfish and childish person, but in reality he does care for his friends and siblings. He doesn’t like being publicly vulnerable about these things. Even though Emma is his half-sister, he still loves her regardless. Since Shinichiro is gone, it’s just the two of them. So they have a very close sibling relationship.

All the more reason why Emma shouldn’t be endangered, she was a nice girl that deserves to live her life.

She was the reason why you and Mikey are together. So her dying would impossibly crush your heart and soul. You didn’t know how to live with that, more so with trying to be there for Mikey because he tends to push people away.  But you opt to sacrifice yourself in place of Emma. While not a part of the gang, you have been at their meetings and helped them with some of their brawls. So your hands are dirty compared to Emma’s.

Gosh, you’re not just doing this for a dear friend. But you’re also doing this for the boy you loved so dearly and for years. You just hoped the outcome would guarantee a better future for everyone that’s still alive.

You didn’t regret this at all because all you wished for was Mikey to be happy too.

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It just happened so fast.

Takamichi, Emma, and you were exiting out of the cemetery to grab some drinks in a nearby machine. As the three of you were waiting for Mikey and Inupi to be done talking to Izana, a small humming sound could be heard in the distance. At first, you guys thought it was just the buildings and paid no attention to it. However, it suddenly got louder and the three of you turned your heads towards the street. Out of nowhere, there was a motorcycle speeding and b-lining it down the street towards you three. However, you noticed someone holding a baseball bat while riding the cycle. 

Perhaps it was pure instinct or intuition, but seeing someone holding a bat in the air while being a passenger of a vehicle isn’t a good sign. Suddenly, you shouted for Takamichi to duck while you immediately pulled Emma in front of you and used yourself as a shield. Unfortunately, your body didn’t take the hit but your head certainly did. The metallic ring of the bat and the silence followed by that was absolutely sickening. 

It was barely thirty seconds and so many things had happened. Once the motorcycle had zoomed off, Takamichi turned around and looked horrified. Though Emma was alive, she was hunched over you as she was shaking your body and calling your name. Once the brief shock wore off, Takamichi dashed over and kneeled over you as Emma stood up. She stared frightened as one of her hands had your blood on it. The comotion had caused Mikey and Inupi to come out of the cemetery to find out what was going on. As Izana left quietly, Inupi and Mikey were in a state of shock with the scene in front of them. Emma and Takamichi were crying as Takamichi kept shaking your unmoving body which laid on the asphalt.

Takamichi was trying to explain to Mikey that Kisaki did this to you but his hiccups from his sobs blocked his words. But honestly, even if Takamichi told him, he probably wouldn’t listen because all he cared about was you going to the hospital and being alive. Mikey wasted no time, he told Takamichi to place you on his back so he can run to the hospital with you. Emma wanted to go with them too but Mikey told her only he and Takamichi should go because they would be faster. Plus he told Emma that her shoes wouldn’t allow her to run and she could get hurt while running. Inupi butts in and says he’ll take care of Emma while the two of them take care of you.

The two took off as Mikey and Takamichi sprinted towards the hospital. As they take the side streets and alleyways, the rapid movement causes you to wake up for a bit. Your vision was blurry and your whole body ached, but you recognized that it was Mikey that was carrying you.

“M-Mikey… Is that you?”

Mikey doesn’t pause for a moment but he instantly softens up when he hears you speak.

“Yeah… It’s me, Baby… Don’t worry, you’re going to be okay… Takamitchy is also with us too…”

You shifted your head on Mikey’s shoulder to face Takamichi who’s running alongside him. He doesn’t smile when he sees your eyes on him but you could see the hopefulness in his. You slowly smile at Takamichi as you shift your head once more so your forehead rests on top of Mikey’s shoulder blade.

“Mikey… I don’t think my eyes are working… And my body is hurting all over that it’s hard to move around…”

“I know I know, (Y/N)-chan… Just a little longer… Please… We’re almost there… Just hang on a little more…”

Because of your injury, you couldn’t register what Mikey was saying to you but you just kept smiling. Something that made Takamichi afraid. With your forehead still pressed against him, you still try to talk the best you can.

“Mikey… Tell Emma it’s not her fault… I did this to myself… Tell Draken and the rest they have been great friends, I l-love them like brothers… And Takamichi-kun, please tell Hana that… that she’s a wonderful friend and I appreciate her a lot. Please take… good care… of her… I think you did it right t-this time… It’s up to you now…”

As you kept talking, Mikey involuntarily picked up his pace causing Takamichi to fall behind for a bit. They were so close to the hospital. If you would hold out a little longer, you would be okay.

You would be, right?

Because of the running, Takamichi wouldn’t see it but you felt it from your spaced out consciousness. Mikey was shaking, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. It was something Mikey couldn’t admit but he was terrified. Terrified that you, the love of his love, the moon to his stars in the night sky, his best friend, would die and be lost from him forever. No, this can’t happen. You’re strong, stronger than most people. You’re one of the strongest people Mikey knows. You couldn’t go down without a fight. Though your will was strong, Mikey’s denial delusions were stronger. He keeps telling himself that you will be okay and make it out alive. That if he gets you to the hospital, it’s fine. But from what you said, the fear of your death grew stronger in him every step he took to save you. There was nothing more terrifying than for someone to see their beloved die right in front of their eyes. Takamichi knew this all too well seeing Hana die right in front of him.

For him to see Mikey go through the same thing was heartbreaking because he was supposed to prevent this from happening. Yet he indirectly caused it to happen by telling you of his time travel ability and the future timelines he witnessed. He becomes guilt-ridden as he played a role in your death, and he’ll suffer the consequences. Takamichi notices the side street that they were on and they were five minutes away from the hospital. As Takamichi caught up with Mikey, your voice became more hoarse and quiet. This wasn’t good. Mikey wished you kept quiet so you could save your strength.

“M-Mikey… You need to start to take… better care of yourself… You can’t just rely on Kenny and Em to do it…”

“(Y/N), princess, what are you talking about? What about you, you take care of me too, don’t you?”

“Yy-yeah… But I think not anymore…”

“(Y-Y/N)-chan, please… You know… I had a dream where it’s just you and me… We have our own place with our own little family… Once you put the little ones to sleep… We hangout with Ken-chin, Takamitchy-kun, Mitsuya, and everyone at our home… We get to eat and drink all the sake we want as you scold me to quiet down because I would wake up the kids… And everyone would be laughing and having a good time as you punk me around…”

You don’t respond right away, which scared Mikey for a bit, but you hummed and spoke up once more.

“That’s such… a nice dream… Mikey…”

“Yeah, baby, I think about it often. I could only imagine that life with you, I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t with you… So (Y/N), please…”

“Manjiro-kun…?”

Oh god, please don’t…

“Yes, (Y/N)...?”

“I love you…”

They were legitimately right in front of the hospital when your body goes slack against Mikey's body. They were right there, if only they were faster.

After that, everything was a blur. Inupi dropped off Emma at the hospital before driving back to Toman’s meeting spot. Not long after, Draken then Hana arrived. The doctor that had his staff take you in didn’t come back out yet. As Takamichi filled them in, the minutes felt like hours. Wondering what condition you’re in, or whether or not you’re still with them or not. Hana was trying to comfort Emma who was sobbing, clearly traumatized from what had happened. Draken stands and stares at the closed ICU doors, and Takamichi stands by the chairs waiting for your news. Meanwhile, Mikey’s seating and is just a shell of himself. His eyes were void of any light and his head hung low to hide his depressive face. He was numb, he doesn’t feel anything nor couldn’t even if he wanted to. The thought of losing you never occurred to him. He always reassured you that he was the strongest, that he could protect you from anyone and anything that dared to harm you. He found out the hard way what happens when he can’t. This is what will happen to you when he’s not careful with you. 

After a few hours, the doctor came out and everyone but Mikey stood up and went over to hear your condition. Are you okay? Are you even still alive? They needed to know.

“ The surgery was a success. Your friend is alive because you brought her in within 15 minutes of what I assume was the accident that caused it.”

The friends wanted to cheer and celebrate making it out alive. But with the weight of the doctor’s eyes, it tells a different story. So all they can do is release a sigh of relief.

“However, her injury did cause some bleeding. I don’t know what object hit her, the force of the object caused her skull to have a depression fracture. That fracture created small fragments where some stabbed her outer brain layer that caused the bleeding. Though her skull will heal naturally, the force of the blunt trauma caused her to have a severe concussion. With that, after the operation, she was placed in a medically-induced coma. We believe this is the best choice for her recovery.”

“Do you know when she will wake up?” Takamichi hesitantly asked.

“I can’t say for sure. The coma is meant to help her body recover and reset her body from what has happened. Even though we placed her under, it’s not strong and she can wake up if her brain allows her to. It could be at least 12 hours or more when she wakes up though.”

The doctor excuses himself as a nurse tells them that only two people at a time can see you. Hana and Emma were the first to go. Draken decided while the girls were seeing you, to ask Mikey to come outside to have a little talk.

But it was anything but one.

There, Draken was laying it on Mikey, whaling him in the face each time. And while Mikey was allowing the blows to come. No flinching or wincing whatsoever. It was like Mikey had shut down completely. Takemitchi was trying to hold back Draken but got shocked in the face in doing so. It was a chaotic scene in the parking lot. Draken was beating the daylights out of Mikey while Takamichi was trying to split them up and ended up bowing his head on the floor. Takamichi apologized profusely to Draken because he was technically there when you got hit so he was responsible for your condition. He hadn’t realized it but Draken was crying as he raised his fist to punch Mikey again. Yet the punch never connected. He stood there, letting his tears freely fall with his lip slightly quivering to keep his sobbing from spilling out. 

“We created Toman to protect our friends, Mikey! But Pah is in jail! Kazutora is in Jail! Baji’s now dead! And (Y/N)–! She’s… She’s in a coma! Who knows when she will wake up! Or if she will wake up… What the hell is the point of creating this gang if we can't protect our family!!!”

Draken was beyond frustrated and terrified. Frustrated as within a year their friends are getting hurt or being sent away to jail. Frustrated that he couldn’t be there to protect his friends when things like this happened. He was also terrified that he was losing them so fast. Being plucked away like they were petals on a flower. The girls were done and were going to retrieve the boys for their turn. When they didn't see them in the waiting room, however, they searched around to come out to the parking lot after hearing Draken’s yelling. They only saw the aftermath but from the bruises on Mikey’s face, Takamichi’s tears, and Draken heaving, they pieced it together. Draken made way to where you were with Takamichi hot on his tail.

It was strange to see you like this. There you laid, on the hospital bed hooked onto a heart monitor and multiple IV drips. You looked so peaceful and serene where you slept, unaware of the chaos that will ensue soon. Maybe it was a good thing that you were like this, of what is to come in the showdown between Tenjuku and Toman. But reality was always uncertain, Takamichi knew this. Things may not go his plan but he’s damn sure that he will try his best.

Draken had a blank expression but his tears kept coming. He has known you as long as he has known Mikey. You and him were practically siblings, always butting heads but backing each other when the other needed help. He always looked out for you in ways you were unaware of because you always had the tendency to care for them before yourself. And now he has seen how your kind and loving heart can be seen as a weakness, people taking advantage of it because they knew you would fight for everyone before you could save yourself.

Draken kept staring while Takamichi knew he had to do it. It was up to him now to lead Toman against Tenjuku as both their commander and vice-commander are currently out of commission. Takamichi had talked with Hana and Emma before leaving. He now had a new motive to keep fight on as this battle wasn’t just for Toman:

This fight is for you too.

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After rallying any of the remaining Toman members, Takamichi faces off against Tenjuku that night. 

Fuck, it was hard.

Not only being outnumbered by many, but they were down their strongest members. With Mitsuya and Smiley injured and Mikey and Draken not showing up, it seemed like the fight was already decided. But with Takamichi leading, Toman still kept on fighting, being powered by his dauntless spirit. Angry unlocked his sleeping blue orge powers and knocked down three of Tenjuku’s executives with two of them being the Hataini Brothers. Yet they still had one challenge to face.

Izana Kurokawa, the leader of Tenjuku himself.

Like any last boss fight, he was strong. He knocked down all of Toman’s best members, and he seemed unstoppable. Takamichi was getting absolutely rocked by Kakucho. Blood sept out of his mouth and nose, he was hurting all over and knew he had some broken bones, but he didn’t care. Chifuyuu tried to convince him that Toman would never win this fight, they are outnumbered and too injured to carry on. But Takamichi didn’t care about that. His conviction shone brighter than ever that night. His determination, his tenacity, was unwavering when Kisaki aimed his gun point blank at Takamichi’s face. He knew if Toman loses tonight, Tenjuku and Kisaki would win. He would never give it to them no matter what because he was so close to fixing the timeline, he would be able to save everyone. He is not letting that chance slip through, not when he can do it right now.

In the face of Kisaki aiming straight at his forehead, Takamichi wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t afraid of him, nor of Tenjuku, nor of anyone. He wasn’t afraid of you dying anymore because you wouldn’t die on him, die on your friends when they needed you.

That you wouldn’t die on Mikey because you knew he would be lost and devastated without you.

You may not be a leader or one of their strongest, but you were still a part of Toman for a reason. You were a fighter. Fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves, fighting to protect and save your friends, to keep on fighting with such conviction for your family, the Toman gang. Takamichi fully understands why you did what you did and it helped him be fearless against Tenjuku. Provoking and taunting Kisaki in every way he can, even with the gunshot wound to his foot. Takamichi smirked at Kisaki seeing him lose his composure and stood toe to toe with him. In that moment, Toman was fueled by his determination and ignited the spirit of Toman once more. Kisaki trying to save his pride looked down upon Toman for their stupid antics, thinking he’s still on top as the kingpin of everything. That only for Takamichi to give him a well-deserved punch right across his face.

Then Takamichi suddenly stood proudly with his fist up in the air, claiming that he would never give up. Everyone was confused until they followed Takamichi’s line of sight and saw Mikey. Not only that, Draken arrived too with Hina and Emma right behind him. Everyone was beyond shock, Toman for seeing their leaders and Tenjuku seeing Emma alive. They thought Kisaki killed Emma but they guessed wrong since she was standing with them alive and well. It was only then Kisaki realized his mistake, he got you instead of her. Now he knows why Toman is a pain in his side and won’t stay down.

Hina explained to Takamichi that she had to tell them about his time-leaping ability. His mission for a future where all of them lived. How she will die in twelve years time and Takamichi is doing everything he can to save her and everyone else. What she was saying sounded straight out of a movie but it was all true when his desperation and determination was right in front of them. That it was your choice to save Emma from an early death because you knew how much she meant to Draken and Mikey. You wanted to help Takamichi achieve a future where everyone is alive and okay because you loved them so much. 

After Hina told them, Mikey snapped out of his hollow state and walked to where your room was. As the nurse was checking your vitals, she saw him walking towards your window and called him over. Since your condition stabilized, one guest is allowed to see you in your room. As the nurse opened the door for him, Mikey quietly strides to your bedside and stares at you. It may not be an appropriate time but Mikey always thought you looked so beautiful and enthralling no matter what was going on. He just stares a bit more before bending over and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

‘(Y/N), I have to go help Takamichi out. Please wait for me until I help them win. Hold on just a little longer for me.’

He squeezes your hand gently but reassuringly. It was mostly for him to know that you would make it out and wake up for them. As he leaves your room and goes back to Draken, he didn’t see the slight twitch your hand gave when he let go.

Now here he is, with Draken and Toman to aid them in their fight against Tenjuku. Mikey shouldn’t be here but he knew that you would have wanted him here to help Toman then staying with you. As Izana and Mikey battle it out, Takamichi could only watch as they were evenly matched. But as the fight kept going on, Izana started to falter and grew weaker. Mikey was beating him and Izana was slowly losing his mind because of it. In a moment of desperation, Izana snatched Kisaki’s gun and pointed it straight at him. Just like Takamichi, Mikey provoked Izana to shoot him only for Kakucho to smack the gun out of his hand. They argued until a shot was fired and Izana’s face splattered with a bit of blood.

Kisaki had shot Kakucho.

Kisaki was getting annoyed that his master plan was crumbling apart like a sand castle. If he couldn’t use Mikey then he would use Izana. In a fit of rage, Kakucho charges right at Kisaki. Kisaki shot again, this time hitting Izana. But when he tried pulling the trigger again, the gun was jammed and couldn’t fire another shot. Since the gun was useless, Kisaki fell to the ground from the adrenaline rush. The chaos continued to thrive as Tenjuku’s king and his servant laid on the ground, bleeding out. Mucho shouted for an ambulance as everyone remained stunned at what had happened. As the cops and ambulance were coming, everyone was pulling out except for Tenjuku’s executives. As Mikey stares deadly at Kisaki, he looks down at him with such disappointment and disgust for causing all of this… for putting in the hospital.

Before he and Takamichi could approach the bastard, Hanma grabbed Kisaki on his motorcycle and sped off. Takamichi hitches a ride with Draken while Mikey stays with the girls. After crashing, Kisaki was being chased by a determined Takamichi. After duking it out, Kisaki points his gun again at Takamichi. The manipulator was starting to cry out of frustration as Takamichi hit him on the money for why he kept killing Hina in the future. But as always, Takamichi had the upper hand and was able to get Kisaki’s gun and point right back at him. He was so tempted to shoot if it weren’t for Mikey and Hina.

Kisaki used this little distraction to get away but Takamichi was hot on his tail.

“My plan would have been perfect if it wasn't (Y/N) and her virtue signaling! She had what was coming to her instead of letting Emma take the hit! I could have had it all!”

He continues to spout nonsense until he stops in the middle of the crosswalk. He turned back at Takamichi and told him that he was leading him on this whole time; he wasn’t a time leaper.

As Takamichi revels in this new found information, Kisaki gives his shit-eating grin to him before getting slammed by a delivery truck. In a blink of an eye, Kisaki was fatally mangled as he was trying to get back up but his legs were twisted backwards and kneecaps out of place. 

In a flash, Kisaki was dead and that was the end of the battle with Tenjuku. There was only one casualty and that was Kisaki Tetta.

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It had been two days since you were placed into a coma. Takamichi and everyone came to visit you to see how you were doing. Though you weren’t in any danger, you had not shown any progress of consciousness. While it worried the others, Takamichi and Mikey never lost hope that they would wake up again and come back.

And they were right.

On the third day, Hina and Emma were going to visit you when they were told you were placed in a different room outside of the ICU. Quickly, they made their way to your new room where they found you wide awake. Sipping a capri-sun as you sat up on the bed, turning your head to smile at the teary eyed girls. Emma ran over to you and hugged you tightly, still trying to be careful of your injuries, while Hina grabbed her phone to tell Takamichi the news. Their tears were soon joyed by everyone else as they made their way to the hospital. As Mikey, Takamichi, and Draken practically spirited to your room. As they slid the door open, they were greeted by a crying Emma that was being comforted by you as Hina stands on the other side of your bed talking to you. You didn’t notice them until Mikey whispered out your name, turning your head to smile at them while still holding Emma.

Draken and Takamichi had tears in their eyes. For Draken, you survived and are up back again. For Takamichi, it means that he didn’t fuck it this time. That he was able to save you, Emma, Draken, and Izana from a bleak future. That he finally accomplished what he sought out to do in the very beginning. The closest timeline for Takamichi to give everyone a happy ending. 

He finally did it.

As Hina ushered Emma, Draken, and Takamichi out of the room, it was now just you and Mikey. You can tell he was tired, probably losing sleep on wondering if your condition would get better. As you held out your arms to him, he made haste and hugged you tightly. It was Mikey’s turn to cry as he held you for the first time in three days. His face was buried in your head as his hand held it close to him while his other arm held your upper back. You were rubbing his back and hair softly so he could bask in the reality that you were okay. 

“I was… so scared that I was going to lose you, (Y/N)... That you were going to end up like Shin-ni and Baji…”

“Oh Mikey…”

“ *holds you tighter* I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to protect you… I was supposed to be there with you… I just… Couldn’t imagine my life if you were gone…”

You soften at how vulnerable Mikey was becoming. But you didn’t know the depth of seriousness he had for you until now.

“Well, I’m alive and awake, Mikey. I’m here with you, I’m going anywhere without.”

Mikey sighs, kissing your forehead before placing his on yours with his eyes closed.

“I’m serious about you, princess. I want to be with you forever, I want to have a future with you. A future for us… I need you, (Y/N)... I love you…”

“Oh, I love you too, Majiro-kun… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With that, you two sealed the promise with a gentle but loving kiss. You love Mikey and he loves you as well. As you pull away, you hug him again before asking him to let Takamichi talk to you. He goes to get him, not before placing a kiss on your cheek. Takamichi enters the room and you grin ear to ear seeing him as he is happy to see you awake.

“Come on, Takamitchy. You can relax for a bit! You saved everyone!”

“Yeah, but you gave me a heart attack, (Y/N)!! I get why you did what you did but it still doesn’t help that I was constantly thinking about how you were doing!”

“Oh, Takamitchy. I thought I told you to have faith in me! I’m not going down so easily like that! Trust!”

“(Y/N)...”

You drop the peppy and light act and shift towards a solemn one.

“So I heard Kisaki is dead…”

Takamichi nods to confirm your question.

“How did he die? Did you kill him, Takamitchy?”

“I… I actually didn’t…”

You straightened up your posture and stared at him in surprise.

“You didn’t?! Then how—”

“He was struck by a truck at a crosswalk. He died not too long after…”

“Hmmm, I see. At least you didn’t have to get your hands dirty, Takamitchy. I couldn’t imagine you going to jail for his death. I guess even God wanted him dead too so he decided to add some divine intervention into our mix and give us a boost.” You chuckled at the last part. It was a little humorous that Kisaki didn’t die at the hands of either Takamichi or Mikey.  But rather, he died due to being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe God was tired of Kisaki’s shit and decided to help Takamichi out. Who knows? 

But what matters is you’re alive, Takamichi is alive, everyone is alive. You were able to help him save everyone and now everyone can have a future to look forward to.

“I guess your work is done here then. So are you going back to the future after this visit?”

“Most likely…”

“I understand… Thank you for all your hard work, Takamichi… I appreciate all you have done and look forward to this new future that you have set…”

“Yeah… We’ll see (Y/N)...”

As you and Takamichi hug it out and high five each other, you tell him to bring the rest inside to join you two. Draken was salty that he didn’t get a personal moment like the rest did but you told him it will happen soon enough. After visiting you, Takamichi went back to the future that night. As he shook Naoto’s hand one last time, he firmly believed that he created a better future and timeline this time. 

And he was more than correct.

In this timeline, he is getting married to Hina. Draken and Emma are married and already have a baby. You and Mikey already had your wedding and were planning your next decisions for your two’s future. As Takamichi saw how happy and bright Mikey was towards you, he knew he finally stopped the cycle. With everyone alive, he could be happy and rest with the fact that he achieved the future he wanted. Hina is alive, Draken is alive, Emma is alive, and you and Mikey are alive too. Though he wished he could save Baji and Shinichiro, this still was a good outcome from what happened.

Against all odds, Takamichi was able to accomplish his goal in saving Hina and his friends. Though it may not be perfect, it was enough that his sacrifices weren’t in vain as everyone was alive and happy. All thanks to your help and his efforts. 

Now he can fully rest and live in this future as everything is going to be okay from now on.

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(A/N: I probably edit this later this week because I still don't know how to make good endings for my fics, lol. Sorry again if this was too long to read!)

Thank you for reading!

[by-gray]

If they put you in charge of Doctor Who series 2 and Eccelston stayed on, what would you have done different from the real series 2?

AMAZING QUESTION!! For everyone reading this, I actually have a season two rewrite on Ao3! I’m up to School Renunion and still continuing!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4407700

It is ten, a lot of what I do would be largely the same to what I’ve done for the fic, just with Christopher, which means (with their differing personalities) some of the decisions the Doctor makes would be different to canon already.

So in terms of what my fic already included change-wise:

– Rose is still the Bad Wolf

– We still have Jack

– The Krillitane are the aliens that invaded Boeshane, destroyed Jack’s family and took Gray away.

Rose being the Bad Wolf is a crucial plotline for me. There’s so many hints in Season 2 that it’s still there. and what I decided was that, logically, the Time Vortex is so big and vast, not even Nine could take that out of Rose. He couldn’t just regenerate through that, he would’ve been obliterated. So, what actually happened is Nine took a large chunk, and so that seemed to make Rose better for a little bit, but – drawing on my physics knowledge – the universe is forever expanding, and the fabric of the universe is like an interwoven blanket of gravity and time, meaning the Time Vortex would be forever expanding. It would be expanding inside of Rose, if you like. The Bad Wolf would grow back.

The fact that we also have Jack has allowed me to do this really angsty and anxiety-inducing dramatic irony thing, where Jack works out Rose still has the Time Vortex inside of her, and they keep it secret from the Doctor – because Rose and Jack are both scared that the Doctor will try and abandon Rose in the same way he tried to abandon Jack on the Satellite after finding out he’s immortal (that still happens because it’s good angst).

The added extra of the Krillitane being Jack’s trauma aliens adds an amazing revenge plotline. There’s also loads of Timetanic angst in that episode because if Rose is the Bad Wolf, she knows everything about the timeline, which means Jack starts struggling to cope knowing Rose is withholding information about what happened to Gray after the Boeshanian War, and she naturally can’t tell him (not without telling him that Gray isn’t who he remembers and wants to kill him).

Okay, so now what would differ if it was Nine…

All of the above still, plus lots of divergence after the the School Reunion episode. First of all, Nine is too Grayace to have all that stuff in Girl in the Fireplace happen. Also, looking at the King of France as well, Reinette seems to like dark-haired twinks rather than Butch lesbians. I don’t think Rose has to do any fighting for Nine… I hate that whole jealousy plot anyway.

Instead, I’d be tempted to do the episode so Rose gets stuck on the other side of the Time Window with Reinette, rather than the Doctor, and the Doctor and Jack think they’ve lost Rose, but then Rose appears behind them in different clothes or something. She’s all emotional wreck as she tells the Doctor she managed to find a Time Window still open, but the truth is (which she tells Jack) she actually waited hundreds of years to catch a lift to the space station. The Bad Wolf has made her timeless, and so, in a way, immortal.

Maybe that’s a silly idea, though.

I’d cut the Idiot’s Lantern, Love and Monsters and Fear Her. I’d throw in three different episodes. One could be a sort of Time Loop, Ground-Hog Day episode where the Doctor keeps on waking up on Jackie’s sofa and reliving a “staged” Rose’s Birthday with Jack and Mickey too. All the companions say the same script over and over each time and don’t seem to understand or notice they’re in a Time Loop, not even when the Doctor tries to snap them out of it. It’s mega eerie hearing them repeat the same thing and sometimes the sentences that don’t even make sense – they sound constructed by an alien force… It’s like they’re hypnotised actors in a play and they don’t know how to go off script even when the Doctor tries to make them.

Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel I’d almost keep the same except for the fact that Rose is dating Nine and Jack. Mickey’s over it already. And instead we get back that deleted scene with Mickey and Jake and it’s suggested they might get together (and they do in my head).

The Satan’s pit duology I kind of want a Bad Wolf versus Satan god fight. Obviously, Rose wins. She’d probably almost kill herself doing it though, so we can have a dramatic cliff hanger at the end where she’s hanging on by a thread. She’ll be fine, though.

I still want Doomsday to happen. My logic is in the parallel universe, Rose doesn’t control that one’s Time Vortex, so she wouldn’t have any powers over there (or they won’t work very well). Which means, when she gets stuck there, she can’t get back. Instead, Jack and the Doctor would have a massive fight about getting her back. Because Jack can be reckless, he’s all in favour of trying to go over there again. Nine is all quiet sad like he gets, staring in shock at the wall – like he did at Rose’s dust at the station – but when he snaps out of it, still insistent they can’t because they’ll tear the fabric of the universe apart. In the end, Jack decides to leave and go and find her by himself. His Vortex Manipulator accidentally takes him to 1869, same universe, not Rose’s. We get Torchwood canon all over again, and we’re all set up for the return of the trio in the Stolen Planet.

Such a long answer, I’m sorry! Hopefully it was interesting enough to read??

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #206

1. Hello! Thank you for all the work that you do! I'm looking for a fic I read a while back that I seem to have lost. Honestly I think I found it through Tumblr and maybe even this blog but I can't find it again 😭 It's set post s2 while Azi is supreme archangel, and he comes down to Earth with Crowley to plot how to stop the second coming. For some reason I don't remember, Azi also has a hotel room where he rents + watches p*rn. There's lots of angst on Crowley's side, with him getting his hopes up every time Azi visits that this time he'll stay and lots of tension that ends up with smut, but also makes Crowley feel worse cuz he thinks Azi's just using him for booty calls. Sorry it's super specific 🥲 Thank you so much x - anon

2. hiya, I#m looking for a fic where Azi and Crowley are priests. The met when they were younger in training and were seperated across the country because they were caught being intimate. They later meet again at a priest meeting thingy and realise the other is still interested in them. Then there's nsfw stuff happening in the shower. I'm too stupid to figure out how to properly work the ao3 tags sooo i'd apreciate the help :)) - anon

3. Hello! Thank you for all the hard work that is put into finding these fics. I have been trying to find one where Crowley eats live animals like a snake but doesn’t want Aziraphale to know. He gets really hungry and they go to the ritz and he looks at a dog and wants to eat it and realizes that he needs to eat (it might have been a small child he was looking at). He goes to the bathroom and Aziraphale finds him eating ether a rat or a cat. Thanks :) - anon

4. hello! i'm looking for a fic that i haven't actually read. an artist i follow mentioned a scene from it in one of their posts, but they can't remember the title and recommended asking you. its a fic scene where aziraphale attempts his first temptation - tempting an apprentice at a bakery into taking home a few leftover loaves that otherwise would have to be thrown out. fics where aziraphale tempts people in general would also be greatly appreciated! it's a niche i'd love to see more of. - anon

5. Hello! First of all, you are wonderful and your blog is life saving! So, thank you. Second, I'm searching a fic and I hope it's still on ao3. It's a fic where Aziraphale hears 3 conversations the same day about the principe of giving back to your partner (and not being a pillow princess, in on case), and so he decide to do nice things for Crowley because he is scare that otherwise Crowley will leave him. So he try to find gifts and things to do that Crowley like, but it's not working very well and then he want to try to please Crowley in bed and that's when Crowley ask what's the problem is. After Aziraphale explain himself Crowley explain to him that doing things for Aziraphale and giving him gift make him happy. It finishes with a sex scene where Crowley pleasure Aziraphale. If you can find it that would be marvelous! - @myladycrow12

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[the-goromi-vault]

Mud on the Doorstep (Okita/Ryoma)

Like a Dragon: Ishin! Kazumaji fic

Rating: E

Summary: Okita invites himself over to the Ryoma household. Or what i jokingly refer to as “Okita being jealous of Ryoma’s domestic life during the housing crisis” Follows the plot of Ishin start to end so don't spoil yourselves on an excellent game.

Length: 12k words (too long for me to put in one tumblr post so I’ll put the first scene here as a teaser!)

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It was a gorgeous day, sunny with a strong breeze making it bearable to be working outside on some repairs.. Ryoma wasn’t the best with a hammer, but a handful of fallen boards on his gardening shed wasn’t anything complicated to deal with and this was the last thing he needed to fix up in the yard. When he was done, he tossed the hammer down into the pile of his tools and wiped his brow. He should probably start dinner soon…

“So this is where ya been hidin’, Hajime-chan.”

A chill ran up Ryoma’s spine when he heard that voice, and turned around with his hand already on his sword. It was like spotting a ghost, when he saw Okita Soji leaning up against his gate.

“Oh ho~ That’s no way to greet a guest.” Okita laughed, posture swaying a little side to side playfully as he walked forward. “Certainly not in front of the lady.” His grin was sharp, tilting his head to the side.

Ryoma looked to the side,seeing Haruka walking out from the doorway with a basket of laundry in her arms. “Ah, Haruka-“ He started, then looked back at Okita, his shoulders squaring. Unfortunate timing. He had hoped briefly to shoo the man away before Ryoma had to explain everything.

The girl put her basket down and brushed off the front of her yellow striped kimono. “Uncle- I didn’t know we were having guests.” She said, sensing the tension but keeping a brave face. “He’s wearing the same haori as you. So you work together?” She asked as she walked over to Saito’s side, hands folded politely in front of her.

Okita looked down at himself, and then chuckled. “You could say that.” He looked at the girl who was in turn looking him over, standing close to Saito’s side. “Hmph.” Then they both looked back to Saito at the same time.

“Uh- this is…” Ryoma was at odds with himself for a moment who to introduce first but subconsciously he had already gestured towards Haruka.

Hiding a laugh behind her hand at Saito’s awkward mannerisms, Haruka stepped forward and bowed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Haruka. Uncle Hajime is looking after me.”

Okita raised an eyebrow. “Uncle, hm?” He didn’t bother bowing back, his posture staying slouched and casual like always.

“This is Okita Soji, Shinsengumi 1st Division Captain.” Ryoma finally clued back in, cleared his throat slightly, looking down at Haruka. “You can go back inside-“

“Oi, oi, don’t send her away. m’not here on business.” Okita waved his hand dismissively, turning to inspect the rows and rows of veggies planted in the little yard. “ ‘ere on a personal call, guess you could say.” He drawled, shifting aside some foliage with his foot and looking at the carrots growing underneath.

Somehow that made Ryoma more on edge. “I see. Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” He offered graciously, leaving Haruka’s side to step a little closer to the other man as he spoke. What could Okita possibly want with him other than to start trouble.

Okita crouched down and unceremoniously yanked a carrot out of the ground with an impressed whistle. “Didn’t picture ya as a garden variety man.” He shook the dirt off and then crunched down on the carrot as he surveyed the rest of the field.

Ryoma just stood there, arms folded into his sleeves. He was never one for starting conversations in the first place, especially not with a man like this. He worried that maybe Okita had come to finish their fight from the first time they met. Although it was tempting in order to actually judge the man’s Tennen Rishin, he knew better than to start a duel in this small courtyard.

“Y’know, I see ya take the same boat practically every day, was easy to persuade yer boatmen to bring me this way.” Okita chuckled, glancing up at Saito. “Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt him.” Pushing back up to his feet, he took another bite of his carrot with a playful grin.

That at least answers the question of how Okita found him. He supposed it wasn’t like he was actively hiding this place. “Mn. I’m helping Haruka repay her family’s debt. I don’t live here, this is her home.” It was a subtle ‘if you’re here to fuck with me, leave her out if it’ and from the look on Okita’s face, he got the message.

Okita tossed the carrot top back into the garden and wiped his mouth. “Wow~ so it is true. Big man with a heart of gold.” Okita teased, facing Saito and sizing him up, his fingers idly touching the pommel of his sword. “Ya got anything to drink?” He asked, a sharp grin on his face.

He considered saying no, telling the man to piss off and leave him alone in his free time, but knew that wouldn’t end well. So instead, Ryoma defeatedly nodded his head and gestured back to the house. “I can make something to eat while we drink.”

Okita slapped a hand on Saito’s back as they went inside, kicking his sandals aside lazily. He made himself comfortable by the hearth, leaning back on his hands and looking around. “Nice place.” He nodded and hummed, eye drawn towards a white cat sleeping on the folded stack of futons. “Lively.”

Ryoma tied his sleeves up and fussed with getting a simple snack together. It was weird having to host, he was used to coming here to get away from people, not to have them come to him. “Hm? Oh- thank you, it is nice.”

Haruka came back in from starting the laundry and saw her uncle in front of the kitchen and smiled. “You’re going to make us something to eat? I can’t wait.” She set her shoes aside and fixed Okita’s sandals, noticing they were just as bloodstained as his haori. It was certainly unnerving, but if her guardian wasn’t worried, then she wouldn’t be either.

Looking over his shoulder at Haruka, Ryoma nodded. “Would you mind getting our guest some sake? Just bring him one of the jars.” He instructed and left her to it.

She went over to Okita and knelt next to him, offering the drink. “You’re in for a treat, sir. Uncle’s really a good cook.” She praised before moving to kneel on the cushion close to the cat bed. “Although I know he doesn’t look it.”

“Oh~? So he can cook, clean and tend to a garden, hm?” Okita teased as he accepted the sake. “Are ya sure ya should be a samurai an’ not a housewife?” He laughed, slapping his knee. He took a big swig of the sake, not caring as it dripped down over his bare chest.

Haruka laughed quietly behind her hand. “No, Uncle’s too scary to be a housewife.” She teased along with the man next to her, laughing again when Saito shot them a look.

Vein popping in his temple, Ryoma ignored their comments. What the hell was he doing, cooking while those two sat and laughed at him. Not like he could stop now, since he had been the one to offer to make food in the first place. He just kept himself busy, shaking his head.

Okita watched this little domestic scene play out, feeling certain that he didn’t belong. Such a clean and tidy home, serene peaceful land around them. The dogs outside weren’t even barking or begging for scraps. It was the total opposite of the bustle and filth of Kyo he was used to. “Tell me, little lady. Does yer uncle tell you what he does for work?”

Ryoma’s hands stilled, a rice ball half formed in his palms.

“Hm? He doesn’t talk much about work, but I know who the Shinsengumi are, of course.” Haruka responded with a polite smile. “Thank you for all you do.” She deflected the conversation easy enough, bowing her head.

Letting out a slow breath, Ryoma finished up preparing the omusubi and brought them over. “Here.” He sat down across from Haruka, and undid the ties holding up his sleeves. “I had some fish leftover, I hope it’s alright.” He paused, then huffed softly. Now he really sounded like a damned housewife.

Okita was distracted by the food and happily stuffed his face. “mn, s'good! W’rm h’m’made ‘ood!” He blurted out with his mouth full, then swallowed everything down with some sake. “Nothing beats homecookin’!” He praised, laughing and drinking. What a treat this little impulsive trip had already turned out to be. Okita was happy as always to be ignoring his captainly duties when it meant free food and drink.

Haruka was amused by this outwardly terrifying man with blood stained clothes. He seemed like he was really enjoying bothering her Uncle. She got up and got him and Saito some more sake. “Will you be staying long, sir? I have to wash Uncle’s haori for tomorrow, I don’t mind washing yours as well.” She offered and missed the look on Saito’s face.

Pausing, sake jar half way to his mouth, Okita had a strange look in his eye for a moment before he drank and when he lowered the jar the look was gone and replaced with a wide grin. “Unless ya plan on scrubbin’ me on yer washboard along with it, don’t bother.” He laughed, resting the jar on his knee and gesturing to himself with his thumb.

She took it in stride and nodded with a little bow. “Then please excuse me. Thank you for the food, Uncle.” She bowed again before slipping her shoes on and leaving out the front door to finish her chores.

The quiet that followed was a little oppressive but Ryoma cleared his throat. “One wash wouldn’t hurt.” He muttered, drinking his sake.

Okita gasped, gesturing at Saito with his jar and clearly taking offense to that comment. “Ya prim an’ proper types. I fer one like that it’s filthy.” He defended himself and saw the way Saito looked at him then looked down at the blood stained haori. “Yer insulting me! I oughta kill ya over that!” He pointed, still gesturing with the jar while his other hand went to his short sword.

Ryoma couldn’t help but let out a scoff of a laugh and looked back towards the hearth. Not calling Okita on that clearly empty threat, knowing it could quickly become a real one. He had heard of the other man painting nicer houses than this in blood. “You’d still be intimidating if you took a bath.” Ryoma said offhandedly, his tone light and dismissive, going back to drinking. “That’s all.”

“Rude.” Okita grumbled, sitting back and looking away from the other man pointedly. “Didn’ come here to be lectured.” He muttered, Saito was starting to sound just like Nagakura did when it came to his hygiene.

“What did you come here for then?” Ryoma put his drink down and grabbed the last riceball to eat. “Just to threaten me by saying you know where I sleep?” He asked, eyes trained down on his food, trying not to seem as interested in the answer as he actually was.

Okita sighed and finished his sake jar before flopping back onto the floor, arms outstretched either side of him as he stared up at the ceiling. “Eh… no. ..was bored.” He lied, well, half lied. Feeling something touch his fingers, he pulled his hand back but looked over and saw it was just the white cat that had wandered over. It was just sniffing his hand that smelt like the fish he had just devoured. Okita turned onto his side and tried to coax the cat back within reach to no avail.

Ryoma ate and watched them out of the corner of his eye. “Thought you frequented the brothels when you were bored.” At least that's what the other captains usually said. “This place isn’t exactly made for entertaining people.” He wiped his mouth when he was done eating, and turned slightly to actively watch Okita reach out for the cat.

“Nah it isn’t, is it? Too quiet fer that.” Okita muttered in agreement, failing again to get the cats attention and he was about to give up when he saw Saito holding something out for him. It was a cat toy, a long thin reed with a fluffy ball stuck to the end. “...thanks.” He said under his breath, taking the cat toy and wiggling it in the animals direction.

Yeah, he definitely felt out of place here. What the hell was he doing?

Okita played with the cat until the animal decided it was done and wandered away to give itself a bath. Sitting up with a grunt, Okita rubbed the back of his neck. “Hmph… should get back on patrol before someone comes lookin’ fer me.” He muttered, looking at the empty plate between them. “Ya don’t hafta see me out.” He pushed up to his feet and stretched his back. “Bye.”

Eyebrows raised, Ryoma watched Okita slink away. Not like he was going to argue. At least this had all blown over with only a carrot as a casualty. “Mn. Be seeing you.” Ryoma said to be polite.

“Yeah, yeah.” Okita stared at his sandals that had been neatly set aside, deciding not to think further on the weird bitter feeling in the back of his throat and just shoved his feet into them and left.

Haruka poked her head inside a few minutes later. “Did you two fight?” She asked, looking concerned. “He just left without saying anything.” She wiped her wet hands off with the towel over her shoulder.

Shaking his head, Ryoma finished his sake and stood to clean the dishes left behind. “No, we didn’t fight. He just has poor manners.” He explained, offering Haruka a small apologetic smile. “I’m sorry if he upset you.”

Shaking her head, she stepped inside to help clean up. “No, he didn’t bother me. He was the one who looked upset.” Haruka explained, looking concerned. “That’s why I asked if something happened.”

Thinking over the strange interaction, Ryoma was unsure if he’d done something wrong. It seemed impossible to make a man like that upset without it being a loud complaint filled affair. “Maybe he didn’t like that I said he smells.”

Haruka gasped and put a hand over her mouth. “You said what? Uncle!” She smacked his arm to scold him. “I can’t believe you!”

With a low warm laugh, Ryoma shook his head. “Well he does.” He defended himself, happy that Haruka wasn’t upset by all this. He would have to be more prepared for unexpected guests, it seemed, going forward with this Shinsengumi business.

~REST IS ON AO3, THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR!~

[ominus-potato]

Hi, just wanted some advice about fanfics on ao3, how do you write them? and how can I make my one shot fic impactful for the readers. I'm planning on making a fic but since it's my first time making I kinda don't know where to start.. It's fine if you don't know though! just thought of asking cause you're writing's really good imo.

Sneak peak of the next part of the Pining Mario series at the end!

Well when I write, I don’t do it on AO3. I draft my work on Wattpad and then cross-post it to AO3. This is because AO3 is a bit more complicated, can be dodgy with saving works and only work when I have Wi-Fi. With Wattpad, I can write offline which is very helpful. Some people also draft on google docs so there’s that as well.

In terms of ACTUAL writing, there are two ways to leave an impression on the reader. There’s the way liked with angst, pain and maybe a bit of comfort; and there’s the way of making a story so sickeningly sweet that the reader is gushing over every cute moment. The length of the story also plays a factor. If it’s under 4000 I’d recommend avoiding angst bc you don’t have much time to set it up and at it off effectively.

Personally, I pretty much never write angst unless I genuinely believe it’ll make a story better. I’ve read fics before where the author will just throw in a shit ton of angst for no reason other than to make the reader feel bad for the mc and it just feels really cheap. It’s hard to do angst right and it’s really tempting to just give everyone a super fucked up backstory and make them depressed or something but imo it’s just overdone to the point of exhaustion. It can make a story depressing and no longer a fun read.

Whenever I write angst, it’s a small part of a mostly fluff-filled story. Take the pining Mario series for example. 19,000 words of silly pining hyjinx with a few small drops of angst. Then have the angst bubble over a little in Shots and Cowboys, Mario has a small breakdown since we’ve been keeping up with the story from his perspective mostly. That then allows me to forward the story and give character a new motivation.

If youre going to use angst to get an emotional reaction, you MUST have good set up and pay off. Especially if it’s a longer story. Also, you don’t have to do this, but I’d recommend against adding angst unless it’s necessary. Don’t just throw it in there Willy nilly yk?

If you wanna know how I do my stories, I really enjoy making them sweet and adorable with a little bit of drama and comedy. Like “Love is not a foreign language” where it’s just Mario and Mr Puzzles being adorable as hell for 6000 words. Then the drama comes when Puzzles reveals he can understand Mario and that only leads to more cutesy love.

A lot of it comes down to the story you’re trying to tell and how you want your reader to react. When I write a story, I want my readers to be invested in the drama and rising tensions, enjoying the little spurts of comedy here and there and ultimately, finding the main ship really cute in the end. I try to make people happy with my work bc I write the kinda stuff I would love to read! Because if I would read it, someone else definitely would.

Also, I feel like I must add that I have only ever written ship stories. If you wanted advice on stories in general with no shipping then I wouldn’t really know how to advise you on that. I love relationships between characters. Whether it’s ships or friendships. It’s my favourite part of any fandom so it’s where I specialise in my work.

Sorry I don’t really have like a plan or anything. I just keep it all in my head, know a few plot points I want to hit, and write to them. I try to get around 3-5 plot points for my longer stories and then just 1 or maybe 2 for the shorter ones. I sometimes add them as I go if I think it’ll make the story better!

For example, my plot points in Shots and Cowboys were:

•Mario tries to buy Puzzles a drink

•Mario and Mr Puzzles are interrupted by Wren and Mario is jealous

•Mario and Wren do something to fight for Puzzles’ affection (IE, play pool)

•Mario looses Puzzles to Wren, sees them kiss and is devastated.

•Mr Puzzles thinks that Mario is heartbroken over SMG4 and promises to help him move on.

Then if I get any smaller points like certain ships, lines, dynamics or interactions I wanna add I just sprinkle them in where I can.

I don’t really have much advice outside of that. I tend to just think of a scene or an idea I’d love to write and then more ideas pop up around it. It’s just one major point that gets built around. IE, Mario being jealous was the premise of SAC purely just because there were a few jealous Puzzles stories and I wanted to see if I could switch the dynamic.

Sorry for the long wall of text. I just wanna make sure it’s detailed enough for you. Just make it up as you go along and write what you wanna read. I re-read my stuff all the time because I genuinely enjoy what I write and it gives me exactly what I want. Have fun with it!

And if you’re worried about it being terrible, I’d advise you to read my old Lego Ninjago fanfiction that I wrote when I was 13. My god it was awful. But it shows development!

First story:

Latest story:

Enjoy that sneak peak of the next part of the Pining Mario series :D