#tw: non consensual

[konigsblog]

Step father! König fucking step daughter! reader while her mom is near but she doesn’t know 🤭

tw/cw; stepcest, dub-con, non-consensual touching, exhibitionism, age difference and gap. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — MDNI 18+

your stepfather is already quite perverted around your mother, despite her presence lingering. she doesn't care, or perhaps she doesn't notice. she brushes off his creepy, touchy-feely behaviour, saying you're being cruel and that könig is just being friendly, trying to build a relationship with his stepdaughter.

although perhaps he's too touchy for it to be considered innocent. it doesn't really matter, your mother doesn't notice or bother looking into his behaviour, she averts her gaze from you and your stepfather when he's grinding against you, rubbing your stiff and perky nipples over your t-shirt. you wonder if she's aware of this, if she's enabling him and allowing him to grope you non-consensually, all for könig's wealth, to fuel her craving for love.

könig will purposely sit close to you at the dining table. it's rare that you ever eat as a family, but today was different. könig's hand snuck between your soft thighs, your eyes widening, rubbing your thighs together when he begins rubbing your sensitive clit. his calloused digits slide into your cotton panties—now damp with your sweet arousal—curling inside of your velvety, soft hole.

your mother will come across as concerned, asking if you're alright, looking bashful and sweaty, your eyelids are heavy and your breathing is quick and laborious. könig is quick to slide his fingers away from your sticky wetness when your mother takes a closer look, and once she has her back turned, he'll force his thick fingers into your little mouth, smirking cruelly at the effect he has on you and your poor, tense body.

[cupcakeslushie]

I know we don't know the exact extent of Kendra's abuse but i think you've implied that when she shows Donnie physical affection it isn't always innocent, like gently holding his face, that it goes a bit deeper and darker than that. And if April is the one Donnie latches onto in the aftermath would there ever be a moment where Donnie misinterprets a touch from April and she finds out that Kendra's abuse had an extra layer of fucked up? How would she respond to finding that out? Or would none of them ever find out the severity of Kendra's abuse

@finnbin yes! I see Donnie starts with having nose bleeds (those are always fun!), slurred speech, blurry vision, and once it gets to the worst, seizures. These are caused by a mix of his long time spent staring at the screen Kendra forced over his eyes, and pushing his ninpo past it limits. He keeps trying to draw power when that link to his family has been severed. And he even keeps it up once his family rescues him. The first time Donnie has a seizure is with his family and it scares the absolute shit out of them.

⚠️ Nothing super explicit, but I do discuss Kendra committing some pretty heavy ableism and icky non-con touching below. Click at your own risk to see!

Kendra does force Donnie to work and talk through his meltdowns, and even pushes him into being physical with her when he doesn’t want to. He’s conflicted, because the praise makes him happy, even the short touches are fine, but then the kissing starts—Kendra saying she’s just curious. Donnie doesn’t really care for it, but Kendra likes it enough to keep pushing that line. Donnie keeps his discomfort to himself.

When Donnie does get rescued, and April tells him he doesn’t have to keep making her things. Donnie’s heart stops. Because if not stuff, then does April want the same thing Kendra wanted? Should he just wait it out? But one day, there’s a moment where April can’t hide her exhaustion and frustration with everything. She starts to tear up, and Donnie just reacts and moves. April freezes, and asks Donnie why he would do something like that? Donnie is practically shaking apart. April starts crying even harder, and the brothers run in. Donnie tries to quickly stammer out an explanation. It clicks for the two eldest, Leo tells Mikey to get out butt it’s too late. The whole family knows.

[holylulusworld]

Best bridesmaid ever

Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.

Prompt filled for: @anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 16: Bachelor (ette) party

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending

Words: 4,1 k

Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.

The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.

You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.

“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”

“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”

You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.

“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.

“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”

“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.

“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”

More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.

“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”

“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”

You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.

“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”

This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.

“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”

Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.

“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”

You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.

“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”

The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”

“Please��don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”

All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.

“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”

“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”

“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.

“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.

“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”

He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.

“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”

He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.

“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.

The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.

Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.

You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”

“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.

“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.

“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”

“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”

“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”

Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.

“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.

She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.

“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”

He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”

“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”

“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.

Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”

“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.

“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”

“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”

“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”

“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”

“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.

Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”

Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”

Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”

His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.

He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.

“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”

His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”

Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.

Not that you’d be able to fight him.

“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”

You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.

“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”

He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”

“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”

“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”

You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.

Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”

“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”

“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.

You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.

Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.

“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”

“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”

“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”

You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”

“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”

For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.

They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.

“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”

Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.

“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.

“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”

You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.

Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”

“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”

“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.

The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.

“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”

“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”

You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.

They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.

“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.

You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.

“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”

“Please.”

Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.

It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.

“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”

“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.

“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”

“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”

You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.

“Good girl.”

Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.

Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.

“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.

The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.

“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.

“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”

“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”

“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”

You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”

You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”

“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”

“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”

“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”

“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.

“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”

“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”

“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”

“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”

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[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 4: Hallucinations, “You’re still alive in my head”

Sky and Twilight took the reins and this got longer than it was originally planned to be. But that’s okay that means more angst :)

Warnings: poisoning (kind of), non consensual drugging (sort of), hallucinations (ish).

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Sky didn’t really like caves, but at least this one had plenty of light.

Glowing mushrooms dotted the walls in shades of blue and purple, smaller orange ones interspersed like tiny stars of amber. Every room they’d been in was a little different, and though Sky was tense and chilly from the location, even he had to admit it was pretty. It felt a lot like Skyview temple, honestly.

But luckily without the spiderwebs and skulltulas, he thought with a grimace. Worst part of that place, minus Ghirahim.

Sky gave a pink mushroom a cautious poke, and small waves of lighter pink rippled across the cap like a pond, Sky watching in fascination. Twilight looked up from where he was sitting, and watched the colors shift as well with an interested look.

“You think the others’ll be along soon?” Twilight asked as he stood and stretched. Sky shrugged. Half of their group had gone down a different tunnel, and they’d agreed to see if they met up later. The room they were in now had what looked like a side passage, so Sky, Twilight, Warriors and Hyrule had decided to pause here for a bit and see if they showed up.

“I’d bet they will,” Sky replied, poking the mushroom in two different spots. That made little waves of color go out that rippled against each other. “And if not, you can always sniff them out.”

“Should you all be touching those?” Warriors asked, an eyebrow raised as Sky poked a blue mushroom, glowing speckles winking all along the cap.

“I don’t see why not,” Hyrule said from across the room. He was tapping some smaller mushrooms that changed from orange to gold whenever they were poked. Twilight oohed in fascination, and got up to stand beside him and poke a few himself.

Warriors sighed, then gave a green one beside him a hesitant touch, the glow it gave off dimming slightly, and revealing stripes that weren’t visible before.

Sky and the others kept this up until Twilight heard footsteps from the tunnel, ears pricking as he reported it was the others. Four came through first, and Sky’s relief quickly turned into worry at the look on his face.

“Smithy? What’s up?” he asked, and Legend huffed as he came out of the tunnel behind him.

“Wild, that’s what,” Legend said. It came across as grumpy, but Sky could hear the worry in it as well. Twilight’s eyebrow raised in question.

“He and Wind were messing around, and Wild got smacked into this weird mushroom and all these spores went up,” Four reported with a frown. “We thought it was fine, but then Wild started acting all... weird.”

“Weird how?” Hyrule asked.

Time emerged from the tunnel with Wild’s arm slung around his shoulder then, the champion’s eyes wide and... worryingly blank. Twilight quickly went over to him, but Time waved him back.

“Best you don’t get too close, he already gave our sailor a bloody nose,” he warned, but Twilight still hovered nearby as Time gently set Wild down, keeping his head resting against his shoulder. “He’s quiet now, but when we first found him he was just...”

Wild gasped suddenly, and Time quickly put his arm around him in order to stop him from getting up when he lunged forward.

“W... wa-it...” Wild stammered, staring at the space in front of him. “Wait, wait for me, I-I’m...”

A shudder wracked through him, and he fell back against Time, shivering slightly. Warriors got to a knee beside him, carefully tilting Wild’s head around and studying his eyes and extremities, then hummed.

“I think it’s acting like a toxin of some kind,” he said, voice worried, but not overly concerned. Sky was rather alarmed at the use of the word toxin, himself. “Not life-threatening though, he’s not showing any signs of it being severe. He must just be reacting badly to the spores. An allergy, maybe. We’ll need to keep an eye on him, but it should just need to work through his system by itself. Is Wind okay?”

“I’b fine!” the sailor replied as he emerged from the tunnel as well, voice somewhat stuffed. “I didn’t breabe id in like Wild did.”

“Maybe get Hyrule to look at your nose, though,” Sky suggested with a wince, and Wind nodded.

The sailor skipped over to Hyrule, and while the traveler made sure nothing was broken, Sky cautiously moved over to where Wild sat, still shivering against Time’s shoulder. Wild didn’t react to his presence, but Sky noticed that when he shifted around, Time winced.

He looked closer, noticing that Time was holding his arm a bit gingerly, and Twilight obviously noticed as well.

“Did he just get Wind’s nose?” Twilight asked suspiciously, and Time sighed.

“He struggled a bit as I was pulling him away, but I’m fine.”

“Well then you won’t mind it if Hyrule looks you over just to be sure,” Warriors said flatly, and shooed him away as Twilight shifted Wild to his shoulder. Time hesitated, but at the sight of Wild immediately huddling up beside Twilight, he gave in with a sigh.

It was decided they’d make camp in the large cavern for now so they could monitor Wild, and hopefully give his body time to work through what it had been exposed to. Warriors wasn’t expecting it to take too long, but in the meantime... Wild only got worse.

He shivered and babbled nonsense nobody could make out, eyes catching on nothing. He felt feverish when Sky brushed a hand over his face, and coughed occasionally, looking miserable. All they could really do was keep him comfortable, but Wild only seemed to get worse, his mumbling growing louder, his eyes growing more wild.

Time’s arm turned out to be sprained, rather badly, and he was banished to the other side of the cave with Wind. The others tried to help with Wild, but after he nearly clocked Legend in the eye, Warriors decided the less people nearby, the better. Sky couldn’t bring himself to leave though, not with way Wild whimpered and thrashed, and he stayed beside him, wiping sweat from his brow, and wrapping his sailcloth around him when his shivering grew worse.

And nothing much changed for an hour or two, until Wild suddenly stiffened, and stared directly at Sky.

Sky blinked, and Warriors drew up beside him, prepared to step in if Wild tried anything. They all watched anxiously as Wild’s gaze flicked between the two of them, Twilight holding a little tighter to the champion, and Wild’s eyes rolled upward to look at him. Then his expression suddenly turned almost childlike with hope.

“Father?” he said in a small voice, and Sky’s heart fell down to his boots.

Twilight breathed in sharply.

“No, no Link, I’m not your father,” Twilight tried to explain gently, expression agonized. “None of us are, he’s not... here.”

“B-But you.... wh-where is he?” Wild asked, filmy eyes fixing on Warriors’ face. “I thought he... is he okay?”

Warriors froze, and Twilight exchanged looks with Sky. “I...”

Sky swallowed, and gently took Wild’s hand. “Link, he’s... he’s busy right now, okay?”

Wild blinked at him, then shuddered, his eyes clearing a moment and filling with grief.

“No. He’s not,” he whispered.

He let out a soft whimper, and to Sky’s dismay a tear fell down his cheek, its trail erratic due to the way Wild was shaking.

“I can’t r-remember— I miss him, b-but... I don’t kn-know if— you’re here, but y-you’re not— I saw you,” Wild said with a sharp inhale, eyes suddenly taking on a different sort of blankness.

“Oh no,” Twilight breathed as Wild’s shaking suddenly stilled, his blank gaze fixing on Sky’s face. “Please no, not now, don’t show him one right now...”

Oh Hylia, a memory, Sky thought in horror as Wild fell still. Please, let it be a good one.

Sky kept holding Wild’s hand, and Wild continued to stare at him, sweat-soaked hair falling in his face.

“He’s fighting...” Wild whispered, mouth the only part of him moving. “He st-stayed to fight... protect the... king. We saw, Zelda, she saw, when Cala... Calamity... the g-guardians...”

A shudder wracked through Wild, another tear slipping down his cheek.

“King’s dead. Everyone, they’re all... nobody left, D-Divine... p-papa...” he choked out, and suddenly his eyes cleared, and he lurched forward with a wail, head knocking against Sky’s collarbone.

Sky quickly stopped him from falling over, and waved Warriors and Twilight back when they tried to intervene, Wild clutching at Sky’s shirt with a terrible desperation.

“Father I failed,” Wild choked out, and Sky ignored how his heart was breaking, and ran a hand over Wild’s hair. Wild sobbed into his shirt, and Sky held him tightly, not even knowing where to begin with untangling this mess.

He looked at the others helplessly, and saw Twilight looking like he was either about to cry or hit something, and Warriors’ face looking much the same, expression holding a quiet grief.

“Link, it’s okay,” Sky tried, soothing him as he rocked a little. “You did your best. You saved Zelda.”

“She h-had to wait a-a hundred years,” Wild cried, voice muffled by Sky’s shirt. “I made her w-wait, s-so long, and y-you—”

Wild’s voice broke off into another sob, and Sky looked helplessly at Twilight. He knew the basics of Wild’s adventure, but not everything, and he didn’t know how to comfort him through this.

Wild had latched onto him though, and passing him off wouldn’t end well, he was sure. It was up to Sky.

He swallowed.

“Link,” he began softly, but loud enough that Wild could hear him over his crying. “I’m your father, aren’t I?”

Wild nodded, and Sky swallowed again, mentally apologizing to Wild’s father for impersonating him, and to Wild for lying about his identity.

“Then believe me when I say that I’m so proud of you,” Sky said, voice still soft. Wild let out a gross sniffle, and raised his head a bit so he could see Sky’s face. His eyes were still filmy, but Sky couldn’t tell if it was because of the memory or not. Was he out? “You did your best, you saved Zelda, and beat the Calamity. You avenged the people who died. You’re a hero, Link.”

“But I couldn’t save— I s-saw, saw you,” Wild hiccuped, still clutching Sky’s shirt. “You had— you weren’t, w-weren’t, moving, a laser, I saw you...”

“Oh Link,” Sky said thickly, and Wild pressed his face to Sky’s neck, a hiccuping sob coming out of him.

Twilight abruptly stood, shoulders tense as a bowstring.

“Captain. Do you have anything that would knock him out until the spores are out of his system?” Twilight asked quietly. Warriors nodded, and Twilight turned away. “Give him that. I’m not going to sit here and watch him be tortured by hallucinations any longer.”

“You want us to drug him?” Sky said in disbelief, and Twilight shook his head.

“We’re sedating him. It’s different.”

Sky didn’t know about that, but he didn’t argue as Wild sobbed again. This needed to stop.

Warriors didn’t add to the conversation either, and dug through his bag a moment before retrieving a small pouch of leaves. He got up and retrieved a cup from one of the others, pouring water inside, then crumbled up some leaves and stirred them in to the sounds of Wild’s sniffles.

He heated the mixture with his fire rod, still stirring, then blew on it and held it out.

“There. It’ll knock him out for a good ten hours,” he said quietly, and Twilight nodded, taking the cup.

“Hey Link,” Sky said softly, running a hand over Wild’s head. Wild shifted a little, and turned his head up. “We have a... medicine here for you that you need to take. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Really?” Wild asked in a small voice.

“Really,” Sky said, and Wild sighed thickly, going still against Sky’s shoulder.

“Okay,” he whispered, and Sky ignored the sting in his throat at the lie. Twilight came forward and crouched beside him, his face briefly conflicted, and Sky propped Wild up so he could help him drink it.

Strangely enough Wild didn’t resist at all, and drank most of the tea without fuss. He finished most of it before his eyes began to droop, and Sky adjusted his hold on him, making sure he was comfortable.

Wild sighed sleepily, and looked at Warriors and Twilight, then up at Sky.

“I m-missed you papa,” he whispered, and Sky swallowed back the lump in his throat, not missing the glassy look in Twilight’s eyes.

“Try and get some sleep, Link,” he managed to reply, and Wild finally closed his eyes, face looking more at peace than it had all day.

Warriors waited to be sure he was asleep, then stood and went off to the other side of the cave, likely to inform Time and the others of what had happened. And probably compose himself. Twilight remained beside Wild, his face conflicted, and Sky rested a hand on his arm, Twilight looking away and closing his eyes.

Sky sighed, looking at Wild, then held him close as he gently wiped the tear tracks from his face.

He really didn’t like caves.

[ltash]

Chicago

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader 'oneshot' approx 7k words

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Sexual theme, angst

You lived alone in an apartment in a high-rise building in Chicago. The sprawling cityscape, dotted with glimmering lights and towering structures, was both a symbol of your dreams and the weight of your burdens. You worked at a local food chain to make ends meet and pay your college fees, but it was getting harder day by day. Rent increases, rising grocery prices, medical expenses, and college fees all took a toll on you. You were a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes, innocent and pure. You never drank and rarely went to nightclubs. Your focus was on your studies and your job, but life was becoming increasingly difficult.

One evening, after pulling an all-nighter to finish an assignment, you arrived at work a few minutes late. The familiar scent of frying oil and the hum of the kitchen greeted you as you rushed through the door, apron in hand.

The manager, Mr. Thompson, a stern man with a graying mustache and a permanent frown, was waiting for you. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were cold. "Andrea," he called, his voice flat.

You felt a lump in your throat as you approached him. "Yes, Mr. Thompson?"

He glanced at his watch pointedly. "You're late."

You swallowed hard, the weight of your exhaustion pressing down on you. "I'm so sorry, sir. I had an assignment, and I—"

"I don't care," he interrupted, his tone icy. "This isn't the first time. You know the rules. You're fired."

"But sir," you pleaded, your voice shaking. "I really need this job. I have college fees, and rent, and—"

"Not my problem," he cut you off again. "You should have thought of that before being late. Clean out your locker and leave."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood there, stunned. "Please, Mr. Thompson. Just give me one more chance."

He shook his head, unmoved. "No more chances. You're done here."

The words echoed in your mind as you slowly turned and walked towards the back of the kitchen to gather your things. Your coworkers cast sympathetic glances your way, but no one dared to speak up. You stuffed your uniform into your bag and took one last look around the place that had become a second home to you, despite its harsh realities.

As you stepped out into the chilly evening air, the reality of your situation hit you like a freight train. You were jobless in a city that didn't care, with bills piling up and no safety net to catch you. The city lights, once symbols of hope, now seemed like distant stars in a cold, indifferent sky.

Ghost and his team were in the city to terminate Hassan, who was hiding in a nearby building. As night fell, Ghost left his hotel, blending into the city's shadows. He wore his usual uniform: a black windbreaker jacket and blue jeans. A sniper case hung on his shoulders, discreet but unmistakable to those in the know. He was a British Special Air Service operator, and US General Shepherd had given him the order to terminate his target.

While Soap, Price, and Garrick made their way to the adjacent building where Hassan and AQ soldiers were hiding, Ghost entered your building.

You were sad and depressed after being fired. Tears welled in your eyes as you stood in the elevator, a delicate chiffon floral dress hugging your curves. The day's weight pressed down on you, your mind lost in the swirl of worries about rent, college fees, and your future.

Just then, the elevator door slid open, and another man entered. You kept your gaze on the floor, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his skeleton gloves. They were striking and unusual, sending a shiver down your spine. The air felt charged with a strange tension as the doors closed, enclosing the two of you in the small space.

The elevator continued its ascent, each floor ticked off like a countdown to some unknown fate.

His eyes tracked your every small movement, taking in your saddened demeanor. He noticed the tear that you tried to discreetly wipe away, and for a moment, a pang of pity for you registered in his gut. However, he quickly squashed it. He was on a mission, and empathy had no place on the field. Yet, he found himself unable to look away from you, a strange attraction he couldn't quite comprehend.

Ghost let out a sigh, his voice surprisingly soft and calm compared to the usual gravelly tone he used in the field. "Rough day?" he asked, his head slightly tilted, watching you closely.

Your gaze remained fixated on the floor. You didn't have the courage to see who he was. "Yeah," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "You could say that."

He nodded, understanding the weight in your tone. "Sometimes it's like that," he said, his voice still gentle. "But you'll get through it."

You swallowed hard, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard. "Thanks," you managed to say, still not looking up. The elevator continued its ascent, the silence now feeling a bit more bearable with his presence.

The ding of the elevator signaled the arrival at your floor. As the doors slid open, you hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up. The man’s face was partially hidden by a hood and a mask with a skull pattern, his eyes dark and intense but not unkind.

"Take care," he said, giving you a small nod.

You nodded back, stepping out of the elevator. "You too," you replied, your voice a bit stronger now. As the doors closed behind you, you felt a strange sense of reassurance, a small spark of hope ignited by a chance encounter with a stranger.

As the elevator doors slid closed, cutting off his view of you, Ghost was left with a pang of... something he couldn't quite place. He mentally reprimanded himself. What the hell was he doing? He had a job, a mission to complete, and he was getting sidetracked by a civilian's problems.

But as he watched the floors climb on the elevator's display, he couldn't shake off the image of your sad face, the sound of your soft voice. It was like a ghost lingering in his mind, refusing to be ignored.

Ghost took a deep breath, trying to refocus. He had been through countless missions, seen and done things that would haunt most people for a lifetime. He was trained to compartmentalize, to set aside distractions and emotions. Yet, something about this brief encounter stuck with him.

He reached his floor and the elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Ghost stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, his senses immediately sharpening as he focused on the task at hand. He couldn’t afford to let anything else interfere with the mission.

As he moved silently down the hallway, his mind returned to the mission briefing. Hassan was a high-value target, and this operation was crucial. But even as he mentally recited the details, a small part of his mind drifted back to you.

Shaking his head, Ghost pushed those thoughts aside. There was no room for distraction. He approached the window at the end of the corridor, checking his surroundings before positioning himself with the sniper rifle. He could see the adjacent building where Soap, Price, and Garrick were already in position.

"Ghost, are you in place?" Price's voice crackled in his earpiece.

"Affirmative," Ghost replied, his voice back to its usual gravelly tone. "In position and ready."

"Good. Let's get this done," Price said, the determination clear in his voice.

Ghost settled into his role, his eyes scanning the building opposite through the scope. His mission took precedence, but somewhere deep down, he knew he wouldn't forget the brief encounter in the elevator. And perhaps, once this was all over, he would find himself wondering about the girl with the sad eyes and the floral dress.

Ghost focused intently on his target, waiting patiently for the signal to take the shot. His thoughts drifted to the girl in the flowery dress, but he quickly shook them off, refocusing on the task at hand.

The streets below were relatively quiet, considering the late hour. A few cars passed by occasionally, and a group of drunk young adults stumbled down the sidewalk, but other than that, the area was still.

In his earpiece, he heard Price's steady voice. "Soap, you got eyes on Hassan?"

"Affirmative," Soap replied. "He's on the move. Heading to the rendezvous point."

Ghost's eyes followed the movement in the building across from him. Through the scope, he spotted Hassan, surrounded by a few AQ soldiers. The tension in the air was palpable as he steadied his breath, preparing for the shot.

"Ghost, you ready?" Price's voice was calm but urgent.

"Ready," Ghost confirmed, his finger poised on the trigger.

"Take the shot," Price commanded.

In that split second, everything fell into place. Ghost's focus was razor-sharp as he squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, a silent symphony of precision. Hassan dropped, the mission objective achieved.

"Target down," Ghost reported, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Good work, Ghost. Soap, Garrick, secure the area," Price instructed.

As his team moved in to secure the building, Ghost allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction. The mission was successful. But as he packed up his gear and prepared to exfiltrate, the image of the girl in the elevator crept back into his mind.

You sat on your bed, tears streaming down your face. The landlord had given you a week's notice to leave the apartment because you couldn't pay last month's rent due to your tuition fees. On top of that, your job was gone. You saw the street down the window, knowing you would soon join the homeless community. But how could you survive being homeless? A gorgeous girl like you—it was so dangerous.

You thought it was your end, and you gave up. The weight of despair pressed down on you, suffocating and relentless. The idea of ending your life seemed like the only way to escape the overwhelming pain and fear. You decided to go to the roof to perform this deed, hoping for a final release from the relentless pressures and uncertainties.

With slow, heavy steps, you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding with a mix of dread and resignation. The ride up felt interminable, each floor passing by like a countdown to your final moment.

The elevator doors opened, and you stepped out onto the roof. The night air was cool, and the city lights twinkled below, indifferent to your suffering. You walked to the edge, your breath hitching as you looked down.

As you stood there, contemplating the final step, you heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you.

After terminating Hassan, Ghost stood on the top floor, his eyes scanning the city below from the high-rise building. The mission was complete, but his mind wandered back to the brief encounter in the elevator. Suddenly, the ding of the elevator snapped him back to reality, and he saw you stepping out, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Before he could say anything, you headed towards the staircase.

Concerned, he followed after you, moving quickly but silently. He watched as you went and stood near the wall, then moved to the edge. The intent was clear, and his heart raced as he realized what you were planning to do.

"Oi!" he called after you, his thick British accent echoing in the open space. "The hell are ya doing up there?"

You froze, your heart pounding. "Don't come closer or I'll jump," you warned, your voice trembling with fear and determination.

Ghost's mind raced. He knew he had to act quickly. Utilizing his training and stealth skills, he moved with a silent, practiced precision. In a swift, calculated move, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close, away from the edge.

You gasped in surprise, your initial reaction one of fear and resistance. "Let go of me!" you cried, struggling against his strong grip.

"Easy," Ghost murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. "I've got you. You're safe now."

You fought for a moment longer before the reality of your situation set in. The warmth and security of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold, hard edge of the ledge. Slowly, you stopped struggling, collapsing into his arms as the overwhelming emotions took over.

Ghost held you firmly but gently, keeping you anchored. "It's alright," he said softly. "You're not alone in this. We'll find a way to get through it."

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, your sobs wracking your body. The despair that had driven you to the edge began to ebb away, replaced by a fragile glimmer of hope.

Ghost guided you to a safer spot on the roof, never letting go of his protective hold. Once you were both seated, he loosened his grip but stayed close, his presence a steady anchor in your storm of emotions.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly, his eyes full of concern.

"Andrea," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Andrea, I'm Ghost," he said, his tone gentle. "You're going to be alright. We'll figure this out together."

He brushed a hand gently across your hair, trying to soothe your sobs. "Just breathe, Andrea," he murmured, his voice gravelly, yet strangely comforting. "In and out. In and out."

As your sobs gradually subsided into soft hiccups, Ghost continued to hold you, his hand moving in gentle, comforting circles across your back. He could feel the tension leaving your body, replaced by a weary exhaustion.

He waited, giving you time to collect yourself, before speaking again. "You mind telling me what brought you up here tonight?" he asked quietly.

"My manager fired me from my job because I showed up late. I have been burning the midnight oil finishing my assignment and juggling between job, studies and work. I couldn't pay my rent last month so I have to leave my apartment within a week." You sobbed softly.

Ghost listened quietly as you explained the series of unfortunate events, his expression remaining stoic but his eyes revealing a flicker of understanding.

"That's a lot to deal with all at once," he responded, his voice still calm and steady. "Anyone would feel overwhelmed in your situation."

"I need to go back to my apartment." You said softly.

Ghost nodded, understanding the urgency in your voice. "Alright, I'll take you there," he said. He stood up, then reached out a hand to help you to your feet. "Can you walk?"

"Yes. I can." You looked at him, his eyes held a lot of stories.

As you took his hand and stood up, Ghost noticed the look in your eyes, the curiosity and interest that seemed to say you sensed something deeper about him.

He led you towards the staircase leading back downstairs, his hand still supporting you. "This way," he muttered, his voice gruff but not unkind.

As you both made your way through the dimly lit building, Ghost's mind raced with questions.

"So," he asked, breaking the silence, "you were planning to jump because of your current situation?"

"Yes. I was planning to end this misery once and for all." I nervously tucked a hairstrand as I walked with him towards my apartment.

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard your response—he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.

"You'd really consider ending everything over a shitty job and financial troubles?" he asked, his voice a little gruff.

You slowly opened your apartment door to reveal a spacious apartment, tall windows showing the nightlife down. Grey curtains hanging over them. It was lavish to say the least.

Ghost stepped into your apartment, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a cool, calculated gaze.

He turned to look at you, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Nice place," he commented flatly. "Didn't realize a fired worker could afford this level of comfort."

"I wasn't fired until today." You replied closing the door and leaning against it.

"Right," Ghost responded, still looking around the apartment. He noticed the way you leaned against the door, exhaustion and defeat written all over your expression. "But you said you couldn't pay the rent. You're getting evicted, right?"

"Yeah. Soon. Have to say goodbye to my place. I will be homeless sooner or later. My college fee is quite a lot. Either I pay the fees or rent." You sat on the couch in front of him across the coffee table.

Ghost took a seat in a chair across from you, his eyes fixed on you, studying your every movement.

"So why are you still going to college then? If you can't pay the fees or the rent, seems pointless to keep dragging this on," he asked bluntly.

Ghost looked at you with surprise that flickered across his face for a moment, then his expression returned to its usual stoicism. "Criminal Psycology, huh?" he replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "And then you'll join the CIA?"

He paused for a moment. "Yeah, coffee would be nice," he said with a brief nod.

You stood up and went towards the coffee maker. After preparing two cups of coffee. You handed him a mug. Your soft fingers brushing his gloved hand subtly.

As your fingers brushed against his gloved hand, Ghost felt a sudden, unexpected rush of warmth.

He took the mug quietly, careful not to react to the contact, though his dark eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief moment. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice rough.

"You are welcome." You crossed your legs. The skin of your thighs shining in the light. "What were you doing on the roof, Ghost?" You asked.

Ghost's eyes flicked down towards your exposed thighs for a moment before he quickly diverted his gaze back to your face.

"I was... on a mission." he replied, his voice carefully neutral.

"What mission exactly?" You asked.

Ghost took another sip of his coffee, his eyes fixed on yours, as if trying to gauge how much he could reveal. "Can't really say," he said gruffly. "Classified, you know?"

"It's fine. No need to tell me. Are you in the British military, by the way? Your badge says Taskforce." You swirled the coffee gently.

Ghost was a bit taken aback that you had noticed his badge.

"I'm a part of Task Force 141," he confirmed, his voice still guarded. "British army."

"You made a saluting gesture. Thanks for your service Captain." You giggled.

Ghost couldn't help but let out a huff of surprise at your giggling, and for the first time since meeting you, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"It's Lieutenant, actually," he corrected, his voice still gruff but with a hint of amusement. "And you don't need to salute me, lass."

"Lieutenant! Very impressive. Its not easy to be a part of the best elite force. It takes great courage and bravery." You said as you stood up to put the cup on the counter.

Ghost watched you as you walked to the counter, his gaze lingering on the curves of your body as you moved.

He quickly looked away and took another sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the thoughts that were beginning to swirl in his mind. "Don't need no praises, love," he grunted. "Just doing my job."

"So, your mask is part of your job? Isn't it?" You stood near the window and looked at him smiling.

Ghost tensed slightly when you mentioned his mask.

"You're full of questions, aren't ya?" he retorted gruffly, setting the coffee mug down on the table forcefully. "And yeah. The mask is part of the job. Keeps my identity hidden."

You smiled shyly. "How stupid I am that I don't even know the real name of my saviour." You leaned against the glass window.

Ghost's eyes darted up to meet yours, his expression unreadable. He felt a strange mix of annoyance and something else he couldn't quite place.

"Don't need to know my name," he grumbled, shifting in his seat. "Saving you doesn't mean you get to know my life story."

You were so embarrassed. "It's ok." You looked away.

Ghost saw the look of embarrassment on your face and instantly regretted his harsh tone. He often forgot how his bluntness could come off as rude.

He got up from the chair and walked over to where you stood. "Hey," he said, his voice soft. "Look at me."

You went to the kitchen and filled yourself a glass of water. Tears were welled up in your eyes. Sitting on the kitchen counter, you started drinking water.

He followed you into the kitchen, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes. It was unlike anything he'd seen before.

He moved towards you, his footsteps quiet against the kitchen tiles. "Hey," he said again, gentler this time. "You alright?"

"Yeah. I am fine. I have always been fine. Never drank, never partied, and never had relationships. I have always been on my own. Fine as hell." You blurted out.

Ghost leaned against the counter opposite you, his dark eyes studying you silently.

"You don't sound fine," he responded, his tone still gruff but not unkind. "Sounds like you're tired of being strong and of being alone."

"Doesn't even matter." You choked on your emotions. You looked at him before you threw your head back, closing your eyes in defeat as you placed your hands on the counter beside you. Your legs slightly parted. You looked absolutely ravishing.

For a moment, Ghost's gaze travelled down towards your legs, parted slightly on the counter, the dress riding higher up your thighs.

"It does matter," he replied gruffly, his voice lower than usual. He clenched his jaw, trying to push down the unexpected attraction he was feeling. "Don't say it doesn't."

You closed your eyes, letting the remaining tears fall. "Some people are broken, and I am one of them. Always in war with myself." You whispered.

Ghost listened to your words, feeling a pang in his chest. He knew that feeling all too well, the constant internal battle with oneself.

He took a step closer to you, his voice quieter than before. "You're not broken," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "You're just battle-worn."

"I am looking for my blood on people's hands. Those who hurt me were my own. That is why I live here, all alone." I looked at him with my wet eyes.

He slowly reached out and laid a hand gently on your knee, his touch surprisingly tender. "Who hurt you?" he asked, his voice gruff but with a hint of protective anger.

"My own parents, my siblings, nobody is here for me. I am on my own. Left to rott in this city of souls." You whispered.

He moved closer to you, his body suddenly too close to yours. He could almost feel the heat radiating off your skin and smell the faint scent of your perfume. "You're not alone," he said firmly, his voice low. "Not anymore."

He removed his hand from your knee and slowly moved it up your leg, his touch light but electrifying. The feel of your skin under his fingertips was almost intoxicating, awakening feelings he thought he had buried deep down.

His hand reached your inner thigh, the heat from your body seeping through the thin material of your dress, making him want to touch more of you, claim more of you.

He was standing between your legs. You shuddered on his touch. A gasp escaped your lips.

Ghost smirked slightly at the gasp that escaped your lips, the sound sending a jolt straight to his groin. He moved even closer to you, his hips pressing against your inner thighs as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

"You like that, luv?" he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

"What are you doing?" Your shuddering voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled lowly, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. He moved his hand higher, his fingers tracing circles on the sensitive skin of your thigh.

"What does it look like I'm doin?" he asked huskily, his other hand coming up to cup your chin, tilting your face towards his.

You fell on the counter leaning against your elbows, your eyes dazy, you take shallow breaths looking at him.

He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers tracing the contour of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You look perfect like this," he murmured, his voice rougher than ever.

He could sense your inexperience, yet it only made him more attracted to you. You were untouched, pure, and he wanted to be the one to take you, claim you, make you his.

He moved his hand from your cheek to your hair, his fingers threading through your locks, holding your head still as he leaned in even closer. "You're a bloody angel," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

He lowered his mouth to your neck, his lips gently trailing kisses along your skin, his teeth nipping at your pulse point. His hand moved down to your hip, his touch firm and possessive.

He pulled you close, your sensitive spot though a thin fabric away rubbing on the rough fabric of his jeans. You fell completely on the counter, your hips rocked gently, and a scream escaped your lips. Your hands clutched the counter hard.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, his voice hoarse with lust. He moved his head to the side, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck, his mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses on your skin.

He placed his lips on yours, taking them in a passionate kiss. His hand tugged at the front of your dress as he pulled the front strap gently, losing it. He took off his gloves. His hands glided your outer thighs as he gently peeled off your panties. Down and up smoothly gliding from your legs.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, his breath ragged as he pulled his mouth away from yours. "Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body, the dress now loosened at the front.

His hands now moved higher to the soft mounds of your breasts teasing and pinching your nipples, his touch more possessive than ever. He lifted you gently, his strength clear, and set you down on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "I want to fuck you right here, right now," he growled, his voice like a hot, primal rumble.

He brought his hand to your chin, lifting it up to make you look at him. His intense gaze locked with yours, his eyes dark and hungry. "Say yes," he commanded, his voice a low, gruff murmur. "Say you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes, Sir!" Your voice trembled.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice low and filled with desire. He ran his hands up your sides, rubbing the buds of your nipples, the dress gathering around your hips as he explored every inch of your body.

His hand moved lower, his fingers slipping between your legs, touching you intimately. He felt the heat and dampness between your legs, causing him to draw in a sharp breath. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly.

As Ghost removed the mask, his face was unveiled for the first time to you. Sharp, harsh lines defined his features, a scar running down one side of his face, but somehow, that only added to his rugged attractiveness.

His eyes, a dark stormy grey, met yours, the intensity and raw desire in them clear and unapologetic.

A whimper escaped your lips as you saw him. He pulled your hair back, tilting your head back. His finger rubbing gentle circles around your clit.

He continued to touch you, his fingers circling and rubbing, all the while watching your reactions, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, don't you?"

His other hand, still holding your hair, tugged gently, tilting your head backwards even further. He leaned in, his mouth just above yours, his breath hot against your lips. "Answer me," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural rumble.

"Yes!" Your voice broken in desperation.

He captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly. His hand in your hair tightened, pulling your head back more.

His fingers pushed deep inside you, eliciting a small gasp from your lips.

Your body arched, you let out a throaty scream as you arched your back. Your pussy clenched against his fingers.

The sound of your scream, the feel of you clenching around his fingers, was enough to drive Ghost even further over the edge. He growled, his eyes locked on your face, his breath ragged.

"Ahhh! Fuck." Your moan echoed. His fingers stretched you as he continued moving them in and out.

It drove him wild. He upped his pace, his fingers moving into your pussy faster, deeper, making you moan even louder. The sounds you were making were driving him insane.

"You feel so good," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "I could do this all bloody night."

His lips moved over your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. He nipped at your skin, his teeth scraping against your sensitive flesh.

At the same time, his fingers continued their relentless pace in your cunt, his touch becoming rougher, more demanding. He felt your body responding to him, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your muscles clenching and trembling.

"Such a needy little cunt for me." He whispered.

His words, rough and guttural, sent a shockwave through you. His hand in your hair tightened once more, and he tugged your head back, exposing your neck to him.

"You like it when I talk like that, huh?" he whispered against your ear, his voice a low, primal growl. "You like being my little needy...thing?"

He felt your body shudder and convulse, your pussy clenching as you came undone under his touch. His eyes, dark and intense, watched your face as you rode out your climax, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

His fingers continued to move within you for a few moments more, prolonging your pleasure before he slowly withdrew them. He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Bloody hell," he murmured, "you're bloody perfect."

His eyes widened slightly as he saw the sight of your blood on his fingers. He brought his hand closer to his face, looking at the crimson staining his skin.

His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable, as he looked up at you. "You're a virgin," he stated quietly, his voice a mix of surprise and something else.

You nodded slowly.

He leaned in, his hands on either side of you, trapping you against the counter. "And you want me to be your first?" he asked, his voice soft yet intense.

You nodded again.

He studied your face, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just above your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You have no idea what you're asking of me," he whispered, his voice guttural. "I'm not a gentle man."

"It's ok." You whispered.

His eyes darkened at your words, the raw desire in them nearly blazing.

"No, it's not," he replied, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "You're untouched, pure. I'm anything but."

His hands moved to your hips, his grip tight, almost possessive. "You deserve someone gentle, someone who can be tender with you," he continued, his voice gruff yet tinged with reluctance.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered

"Don't say that," he said, his voice ragged, almost pleading. "You don't know what you're saying. I'm not the hero in a fairytale, and I'm definitely not the type you take home to Mom."

You slowly sat, "I don't have a mom to take you to her, and I don't care what you do. You already touched me, and I am already so far there is no going back."

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he watched you, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation.

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back as if in defeat. "Damned woman," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural grumble.

"Let me love you." You whispered.

Something flickered in his eyes at your words. Raw, painful vulnerability mixed with something he wouldn't, or couldn't, let himself be loved.

"I don't know how," he muttered, his voice a ragged whisper. He looked at you, a mixture of self-pity and longing in his eyes. "I don't know how to let myself be loved. I don't even know if I deserve it."

"Beating yourself up for taking lives, you were compulsive to do things as a soldier. Its not your fault. Its not easy what you do. It changes you, it makes you a sadist but I saw you beyond that mask when you saved me from committing suicide. This mask doesn't define who you really are. You are just hiding behind it. Hiding from your true self. Ghost."

His eyes widened as you voiced his innermost thoughts, his mind reeling from the raw truth of your words. No one had ever seen him the way you did, had ever come close to understanding the turmoil and guilt that haunted him.

He swallowed hard, his usual aloof and stoic demeanour falling away, replaced by a vulnerability he couldn't hide.

"How can you see me? How can you see through all of this?" he murmured, gesturing to the mask and his military uniform.

"It takes a broken soul to understand another. Though I don't do what you do but I am broken in ways I can't be put back together now." I whispered cupping his face.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if savouring the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

"You're not broken," he said, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're just dented, like me. But you've survived. And that's more than a lot of people can say."

"You deserve to be loved like every other human. Don't keep running like that. You can keep running, but you can't hide from your true self. I know your true self may be buried somewhere in you. I will just have to take it out." I whispered.

He opened his eyes, the raw vulnerability in them almost too much to bear.

He looked away, his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress the maelstrom of emotions swirling within him.

"You don't know what you're getting into," he warned, his voice a gruff whisper. "If you really knew who I was, the things I've done..."

"If you cannot come to terms with what you do, just leave it or accept the truth. Not many can do what you can. It takes nerves of steel, but someone has to do it and that someone is you. Don't beat yourself cus it's your duty to your country. You are not a war criminal just protecting your country."

He let out a derisive laugh, the sound bitter and humorless.

"Duty," he repeated, the word as foreign on his tongue as a confession. "That's all it is. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore. It's just kill or be killed, day in, day out."

You slipped down the counter and wore your dress again.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with tension.

"We are done. We cant be together." You said raising your hands in surrender.

His face darkened, a mixture of anger and hurt flaring in his eyes. "Why not?" he demanded, his voice taking on a hard, stubborn edge.

"Cus you cant understand a word I am trying to say." You tried to explain.

His jaw clenched tight, his fist fisting at his side.

"Maybe it's you who doesn't understand," he snapped. "You think you can just waltz in here, talk about love and acceptance, and change me? You don't know the first thing about me. About what I've been through."

"What do you even want from me? Just my body?" You yelled.

He closed the distance between you, his body towering over you, his presence menacing and intense.

"Is that what you think of me?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "That I only want your body?"

"I want to give you my soul, but you are not accepting." You took a step back.

"I know what I am saying. I cant bicker anymore. I dont have the energy."

His eyes softened slightly at your words, the hardness in his expression giving way to a hint of gentleness.

But the stubborn, closed-off part of him refused to let go. "You're just going to give up?" he asked, his voice a frustrated grumble.

"Yes. Just like you dont wanna be loved." You spat.

His jaw clenched tight at your words, his eyes narrowing.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice harsh and defensive. "It's not that I don't want to be loved. I just..."

He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. He looked away, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Cat got your tongue now?" You jabbed.

He scowled at your jab, his eyes flashing with irritation.

"Shut up, woman," he snapped, his voice gruff and irritable. "You're asking too much of me. You're asking me to open up, to let you in, when I've spent my entire life keeping people out."

"Why did you come here then?" You snapped back.

His expression darkened as if your question had hit a raw nerve.

"I didn't come here for this," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural murmur. "I came here because... because…"

He trailed off, struggling to find the words, his usual icy demeanor faltering slightly.

Because.....?

"Cus I can't stay away from you."

He muttered the words, as if the admission was wrenched from him against his will.

You nearly lunged at him, wrapping your legs and arms arms around him and crashing your lips onto his.

For a moment, he was frozen in surprise, your sudden display of affection catching him off guard.

But then something primal, something primal and possessive, flared within him. He wrapped his arms around you, hauling you closer to him, his mouth claiming yours in a fierce, almost desperate kiss.

He put you on your bed. Tearing your dress apart, he took off his shirt and jacket.

"I need you please. I can't let you go." You pleaded.

"Just take me, rock me, throw me around, have your way. Anything just to be close to you. " Tears welled up in your eyes.

"This won't be soft or gentle," he warned, his voice a ragged whisper. "I'll take what I want, and I won't stop until I'm done."

"Do it." You pleaded.

Part 2 link.

[sweatandwoe]

After reading some Astarion takes, I can say with full certainty, that I would not trust some of you to not slutshame or insult SA victims for having sex

[tennessoui]

thinking about a soulmate canon au where you find your soulmate via touch and the jedi order is a bit more pious and has a very respectful no touching culture that obi-wan absolutely abides by. meanwhile anakin is raised on tatooine before coming to the temple and he's really used to touch, and it drives him a little insane, that no one touches him casually in the temple but he learns to abide by it as well and follow his master's example

only for him to fall head over heels for padmé as soon as they touch in aotc and he thinks his reactions to her are due to them being soulmates so they get married because padmé doesn't really know what finding her soulmate feels like either, but anakin's touch and attention feels good (and maybe he unintentionally uses the Force to convince her) so they must be soulmates

meanwhile obi-wan saved his padawan's life when he was like sixteen and was knocked unconscious and tossed into an ocean or something so obi-wan gives him mouth to mouth to resuscitate him---and discovers instantly that they're soulmates....but anakin's out cold and doesn't feel it so obi-wan's left alone with the realization that he's some kind of monster, being the soulmate of a child and anakin can never ever ever know.

so canon happens as canon does but with obi-wan knowing and keeping this secret to himself and carefully making sure he never touches anakin while anakin gets all of his touches from his wife and obi-wan watches from afar knowing he can never tell anakin or anyone else

but palpatine works it out and definitely tells anakin once he's Fallen and killed his wife and also been barbecued (by his soulmate), which makes vader obsess with finding obi-wan (more than he is in canon)

and he finally captures him and has the acolytes chain him up in mustafar. vader visits and asks if obi-wan cut off his arms so he couldn't touch him and know, and it's obi-wan's worst fear and biggest regret that anakin finds out they're soulmates, but now he has no control over the situation. not as vader approaches, not as he takes off his helmet, not as vader leans close and brushes what remains of his lips against obi-wan's cheek

and it feels just as good and right and perfect as it did the first and only time they touched, except now obi-wan isn't sure who the monster is. maybe it's both of them

[cydanite]

"You remember that you are a distinct being with a finite form and a mortal body."

!!SPOILERS for the ending of StP!!

Concept sketch for my interpretation of Slay the Princess’s protagonist. I like the canon vagueness of his design, but I came up with a concept I wanted to explore c:

He has 2 pairs of wings, one on his head and one on his back. The "Narrator", in trapping him, clipped his wings and disguised them as hair and a cloak. Best to not to give any reminder that flying out of the woods is even an option.

The smaller pair wrap around his head like hair, the few remaining primaries folding over each other as bangs. On the “thumb” of the wings are birds feel, decoratively chained together. Don’t be fooled into thinking that chain isn’t meant to hold, though.

The larger pair drapes limply off his shoulders like a cloak. It’s fastened by an X shape. You know the one, when people are lazy with drawing medieval clothing (myself included) we use it as a closure, a formless cross drawstring. You don’t question it when you see it. You wouldn’t suspect it’s two massive metal staples puncturing his flesh.

He can’t see his wings for what they are, so he doesn't feel through them. Not until he can manage to remember...

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(also i wrote a snippet hehe)

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The Narrator: The pain is threefold.

First comes stiffness, an ancient ache creeping in from the edge of your perception.

Awareness of this newfound sensation latches on to your mind and pulls, quickly fracturing into a sprawling map of new body parts.

It’s your hair. It hurts, in ways hair shouldn't be able to hurt. Every fiber protests against you despite being just hair mere moments ago.

The fabric of your cloak betrays you as well. You're inescapably aware of the space you now take up. New, itching, uncomfortable, ugly sensations form all down your back.

Voice of the Hero: It's like we just regained blood circulation there. We're being stabbed a thousand times over.

The Narrator: It doesn't end there. Injuries that previously gone unnoticed now make themselves known. You recall running sharp fingers through your hair. Only now can you feel the dried blood. You would've taken better care of that cloak if you'd known it was made up of you.

Voice of the Hero: But what's happening to us?

The Narrator: The web of pain maps out its shape. Two pairs of feathered wings become part of your body once again.

Voice of the Hero: 'Once again'... having wings makes sense, I suppose. But how could we have forgotten this? It seems so inescapable now.

The Narrator: But as you go to reign motor over your limbs once again, the third pain rears it’s ugly head… cold, harsh metal digs into your flesh.

It pins your limbs in their poses. A tiny set of cuffs pull small wings taught around the circumference of your head.

The closure of your "cape" is two enormous staples, staked through your flesh and clamped down hard. There's no blood here, the wound long since healed.

...Who or whatever did this to you, it was never intended to be removed.

Voice of the Hero: Maybe we should keep more vigilant in the future. If we can't trust our own body... I don't want to think about it more than we have to.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 10

The Provost guards gave Barricade long looks when Jazz and Prowl escorted him on base for a tour. Their colleague who Barricade had walloped was not on duty with them. Whether this was because Ironhide was annoyed he had gotten into a spike measuring contest on duty or if he had managed to break something with his long fall to the ground was of minimal concern of saboteur’s. Though Prowl had not said anything, not even in the privacy of their berthroom, Jazz thought he was hoping Barricade might be convinced to leave Praxus and the enforcers as he had. Given the way he had handled that guard, a war-built Alpha twice his size, without inflicting long term damage. The use of a shock stick the way Jazz would a knife, was an excellent training tool Ironhide could use an intimidating assistance, if Barricade would be satisfied in such a role. It was difference, of course it was difference that being an enforcer but different did not mean worse anymore than it meant better.

Learning Prowl and Barricade had grown up sparring was interesting. Prowl had only ever trained with Ironhide in Iacon, and these bouts were only in private. No Omega casually sparred with an Alpha – it was not a fair fight. Jazz believed the Omega Autobots that trained either with Ironhide or together could take the right Alpha but they were at a disadvantage due to code that told them to submit to Alphas once they were pinned. The code existed, at least in Ori’s opinion, to save Omegas from damage from aggressive Alphas. It was true the code was a virus, it had been created to balance the population when Alpha rates had risen too much higher than Omegas. Unfortunately, it had also become a plague and a tool to commit war crimes.

“How ‘bout you show my grunts how you do it?” Ironhide asked.

Barricade nodded. As soon as he laid optics on Ironhide, a Beta in command of training, Barricade looked over at Prowl and relaxed. It seemed knowing that Prowl was not an exception in an army of Alphas made him more comfortable. He had not been happy when Prowl had resigned from the enforcers and Jazz could understand why. His cousin had been through a horrific trauma, the backlash of which had only grown. Suddenly, Prowl had resigned from the enforcer and had enlisted in the Autobots. It was understandable that Barricade had been concerned. Even though he had been concerned, he had supported Prowl in seeking a fresh start in Iacon. Much like his cousin, Barricade was decent and much like Prowl, he was not easily cowed.

He was good on his peds, Jazz noted as he watched Barricade nimbly dodge the larger war build he was sparring with. Barricade had already explained how he would take down a suspect who out sized him, using a shockstick to disable leg relays so he they would fall and bring the gaps of their armour in range for the takedown strike. With neither he or the war build armed, it was all about getting a handle and getting a throw. Barricade ducked a hold before grabbing the war build’s arm and pulling it down over his shoulder. Knocking the bigger mech off balance, Barricade threw him over his shoulder. The clatter of armour plate was loud. It echoed across the training yard. When Barricade offered his servo to the Alpha he had thrown, the other mech, an Autobot whose designation Jazz did not know accepted it.

“Good throw,” his opponent said. Barricade nodded and shook his servo.

Jazz took more time away from Prowl than he normally did, but Prowl needed time with his cousin, his first friend. It was a couple mega-cycles before Prowl actually mentioned the bitty, though the fact that he was carrying was obvious. Before Barricade congratulated him, them, he asked Prowl if he was happy and Prowl was honest, he had come to be. That he was safe to be open and honest with his cousin made Jazz like the Beta even more. He was the first safe space Prowl had known and had stubbornly remained such.  Barricade was uncle to their bitlet and he took the title seriously. Even if he could not come and meet the bitty first thing, he would be back in Iacon as soon as he could. He was going home. It was not what Prowl wanted but he was respecting the choice. Jazz was not quite willing to let it go without putting it plainly on the table.

“Ya  could stay,” he said. “We got space.”

“I know,” Barricade replied. “Prowl wants me to.”

“He don’t think life’s so rad in Praxus,” Jazz said.

“He’s right,” Barricade agreed. “But I’m not finished with it.”

“What’s holdin’ ya back?” Jazz asked.

“No one’s going to follow up on that warrant but me,” Barricade said. “I’m not done with the enforcers until I have Lockdown in irons.”

“Be safe,” Jazz ordered. “It’d destroy Prowl if somethin’ happened to ya.”

***

It was of no surprise to Barricade that no one was following up on the warrant. No one had filed it with the inter-forcer, the international enforcer body. As he was PETU, manhunts and investigations were not his division but Barricade punched the warrant in, boldly violating the chain of command in front of the very Alpha who had taken the command role that should always have been Prowl’s. Nightstalker glowered at Barricade but this Alpha knew better than to test Barricade. When it had come out that he had taken advantage of Prowl in his first heat outside of captivity, the other Alphas had clapped him on the back. Barricade, however, had dislocated his doorwings during training. No one had been able to prove it had been intentional but anyone with a functioning processor would have known it had been Barricade trying to get a small token of revenge for his cousin. 

“Who cares?” He complained.

“Tell you what,” Barricade said, standing up to the Alpha. “If you erase this warrant I’ll put the word out to the syndicates it’s open season for bitching enforcers. Because that is what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

“No.”

He was not happy to be home. Barricade had missed Prowl’s friendship. Though he had wondered to himself when Prowl had left if he was giving up too soon, he realized now that Prowl had left just in time. Any longer amongst the toxic Alpha culture and his self-worth would have been destroyed. With the number of legal rent-a-slots in Praxus, how could Barricade have ever imagined his cousin, not just an Omega but one who had been bitched, could ever find kindness and respect. In the Autobots he had found a commander who valued him and a mate who would kill for him but only with his leave. Jazz respected Prowl in a way Barricade could not have dreamed of hoping for him.

“All units… all units.”

Though Barricade had been heading home, when the call came for PETU to report, he turned around and raced towards the coordinates. Shift change was the worst time for a call to come in, the new shift was not ready to roll when the last was hauling aft for home. Barricade did not like to let this calls get delayed. So he got some overtime, it was fine. The district was run down, full of Syk houses and underground brothels. He stopped at the address and was surprised there were no sirens, no road block. PETU was never first on the ground. He pulled out his blaster and scanned the shadows. He buzzed the precinct. Just as he was going to ask what was going on, he saw Nightstalker coming towards him.

“Grr,” Barricade growled as the shockstick grazed his plating. He slammed his blaster into the enforcer’s helm and he fell to the ground. A blur of motion, Barricade fired a shot and he heard Lockdown screech. Nighstalker struggled up. Something silver flashed in his servo.

Bang! He fell, his face gone.

Bam! Barricade fell hard. His frame convulsed as the shock stick was pressed against his side. His vision was blurry. Lockdown stood over him, codpiece missing and energon running down his leg. Blaster tried to reach for his blaster. The bounty hunter grinned before slamming his ped down on Barricade’s helm.

[konigsblog]

younger!stepmom!reader x perv!loser!stepson!könig plsplsplsplspls

tw/cw; stepcest, perv!loser!stepson!könig x stepmom!reader, smut, non-consensual touching, dub-con, groping, manipulation. MDNI 18+

note; könig is aged to be in his mid-twenties in this.

ever since you married könig's father, he hasn't been able to keep his filthy hands off of you. he's way too touchy-feely, brushing it off as him just building a relationship with his new stepmother, a perverted and deranged weirdo being your new stepson.

he stalks you constantly, steals your lingerie and uses it for his own enjoyment. könig wraps your lace panties around his lengthy shaft, his muscular body large and aching. he hasn't been in the military for long, only in his mid-twenties. he's never been in a relationship before, conventionally unattractive and unpleasant to be around, clinging to his stepmother for affection and pleasure.

könig is a loser, he's been deprived of the warmth and tightness of your gummy, velvety pussy around his meaty, girthy shaft, fantasising about fucking you while watching taboo, stepcest porn on his computer. könig spends the majority of his time on leave groping you, rubbing up against you and kissing you messily, forcing your face into his. you have to push him away at the realisation that he's trying to slide his big, hung cock into you, his thick fingers curling inside your tight hole like the creepy pervert he is, with his leaking dick bigger than his father's.

he'll compliment everything, from the clothes you wear, the perfume scent on your neck, to your cooking. he's a big boy, he'll eat anything and everything, asking for seconds and thirds just to appeal to his beloved stepmother.

due to his stepfather marrying later on in his life, he has extreme mommy issues. his craving for a relationship is intense, unable to differentiate his stepmother from a girlfriend.

[cupcakeslushie]

Thinking about kendra confiscating donnie's battle shell,,,,, hmmmmm something something leaving him vulnerable, she could probably twist it to be about the other turtles if she really wanted to

Also something something changing someone's physical appearance without their consent as a form of torture

You really got me thinkin thoughts out here

Oh lord this ask slammed into my brain at full speed. Kendra turning Donnie’s battle shell into something that he used, not just for protection in battle, but also for sensory comfort. And then making it seem like he actually only wore it because his brothers were dangerous to be around. Guilting him into putting his discomfort aside just to be agreeable. 😭

Thanks for this brainrot!

[holylulusworld]

Menace vs Maniac

Summary: You end up in their clutches.

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: kidnapped reader, interrogation, threats, restraints, pussy slapping, use of sex swing, degrading, dumbification, dubcon/consensual non-consent, drug use/sex pollen kind of drug, pillow princess reader (she just takes it, okay), butt plugs, use of sex toys, threesome, oral sex (male rec), anal sex, vaginal sex, both have big dicks, n/c role play, Sir/daddy kink, implied oral (fem rec), implied facial. 18+ only

A/N: My boyfriend left me unattended yesterday so I turned this random thought into this...🤣🤣🤣

A/N2: I imagined they used this swing.

Please head the warnings for this story before you proceed!

Fuck, this is bad. You knew it was a bad idea to do Ethan Hunt a favor. Helping him, or even being in the same room as him is a death sentence.

If only you stayed out of his mission. If only you didn’t deliver the flash drive he needed so badly to him. 

That’s how you ended up in a basement, face down in a sex swing hammock. Your ankles and wrists are secured by the cuffs that are attached to the swing. And we don’t want to about the vibrating butt plug in your ass. 

“Uh-uh, that’s a sigh for sore eyes,” one of your captors whistles. He circles you like prey while you helplessly wiggle in the sex swing hammock. Or at least you try to do so. “My partner told me that you are uncooperative. Not even the drugs helped. Let me see if I can make you sing.”

He grips your chin to force you to look at him. Fuck, you know that guy. He’s a mercenary the agency hired once in a while. What was his name?

“Bite me,” you spit in his face. “Get off me, Hansen.”

“Aw, sweet, sweet cupcake. You remember my name.” You snarl when he presses a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “I bet you will sing it when I’m done with you.”

“In your dreams.”

“Babycakes, you shouldn’t poke the bear. I can be nice,” he kisses you again, tongue poking inside your mouth. You fight the cuffs, but it’s no use. There is no breaking out of this swing. “If you are nice, I’ll prepare you for what’s to come. If not, my unfriendly friend will break you.”

“Get. Off. Me. You fucking creep,” you bite his lip when he tries to kiss you again. “I’ll bite you if you try to do this again.”

“Still uncooperative,” the other man in the room asks. He walks toward you and Hansen, just staring down at your naked form. “Let me break her. I know how to handle a brat.”

You glare at the other man. That face. You saw it before on footage. He’s a wanted man. Dangerous and deadly. “Name’s August Walker,” he smirks darkly. “You will remember it after I broke you down to nothing.”

“Let’s begin then,” Hansen snickers at your pained expression. “Just to be sure. Will you be a good girl and tell us where the flash drive is? Say yes, and all of this is over. You will wake in your apartment, and this never happened.”

“Remain silent, and I’ll make you scream,” August lifts one brow. He waits for your answer and crosses his arms over his wide chest. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”

“Fuck you,” you growl at both men. “Do you think I’m scared? I got cut, shot, and punched before. Nothing you can do to me hasn’t already been done to me.”

“She’s so naïve, isn’t she?” Lloyd dips his head to glance at your trembling lips. “Sweet cupcake, I won’t shoot or cut you. We found a better way to make you sing…”

“I’ll give you ten minutes,” this time August grabs your face with his large hand. “Think about it, sugar. I can be nice too. If not, the first thing I’ll ruin is your cunt…”

“Is it bad that I want her to remain stubborn?” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I want to break her with my dick. I know she will be a perfect little cock slut for me.”

“I’ll have her first, Hansen,” August dips his head to glare at Lloyd. “We agreed on working together. This doesn’t mean you have your go first. I want to have every hole before you have it.”

“We can use her at the same time. That’s what that swing is good for, and she’s got three holes for us to use.”

“I want her mouth first. She will suck my dick, and then, I’ll interrogate her some more. If she refuses to answer, I’ll fuck her cunt raw.”

“Calm the fuck down, Walker. The drugs I gave her will heighten her senses and increase her libido. She will beg us to fuck her because it will hurt like hell not to get fucked.”

“She will give us all the answers we need while taking dick,” August snickers at your predicament. “I can hardly wait.”

His cock is about to burst his pants open, but he needs to pretend he cares about the mission when all he can think about is your tight little pussy wrapped around his monster cock. 

“That she will, my mustache-loving friend,” Lloyd claps his hands. “Time’s up, I guess. She’s ready for harvest.”

“Remember, I’ll fuck her holes first…”

“You can choose one hole you can fuck first; I’ll take one of the others,” Lloyd gets a knife out and points it at August. “She has three. Choose wisely.”

“We will see…”

“What will it be, sweet cheeks,” Lloyd cups your face with both hands, holding it while August walks behind you. You struggle to keep a straight face. It makes you nervous that you can’t see the other man. “I want answers, and I want them now.”

“Get fucked.”

Lloyd smirks at your reply. He’s glad that you didn’t give them answers. But you will, eventually. If not, he will find a way to kill time while his team tries to hunt Ethan down. “Did ya hear that, my friend? She wants a good time.” 

“Hmm…,” August stares at your spread legs. He crouches down to inspect your leaking pussy. “You didn’t lie. She’s leaking for my dick. I bet I can shove my cock so deep inside of her she’ll feel me in her belly. What a waste of cunt, always hidden underneath her little skirts. I think we should keep her like this, kept for pleasure.”

“Our pleasure,” Lloyd singsongs. He’s excited to finally get his hands on you. “Now, baby cakes. How do you want it? Will you be a good girl and open this mouth for my dick and suck it. Or do I need to get rid of your teeth? I’d hate to hurt you, sweetness.”

“If you try to—” you cry out at the sudden pain shooting from your cunt through your whole body. “What the fuck?”

“I forgot to tell you that August loves to slap pussy,” Lloyd grins darkly. “I ask you again. Will you be a good girl and suck my dick?”

You blink at Lloyd. There is no way out, and your body feels like it’s on fire. Whatever was in the syringe Lloyd rammed into your neck a few hours ago, is taking a toll on your body and mind. 

“Answer him,” August slaps your pussy again. Your body jolts, but to your shame, you whimper at the simplest touch. “She’s a dumb little slut, isn’t she? All our captured little bird can do is drool and moan.”

Lloyd grins proudly. “Now, sweet cheeks. Open up. Be good for me,” he purrs when you open your mouth to let him shove two fingers inside. He moves them back and forth, humming as you stare up at him with glassy eyes. “She’s there, my friend. Let’s test the drug. I bet she will cum only from sucking my dick.”

“I will fuck her cunt first. You can wait until I’m inside of her. I want to hear her cry because I split her open,” August slaps his hand between your legs again. He toys with your thrumming clit, pinching it roughly. “Yeah, that’s a bitch in heat, ready to get ruined.”

“A whore for us to use. I consider keeping her.” It’s like you’re not even there in the room. They talk about you like you’re only a piece of meat they can use. And they will. “Open up for Daddy.”

 You stare at Lloyd as he hastily unbuckles his belt. He unzips his pants and pushes them past his hips. His cock springs free, making you whimper at the monster he’s hiding in his pants.

“Stop! I told you I want her to scream when I shove my cock inside her cunt or up her ass,” August slaps your ass. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck this cunt.”

“I-“ you are unsure how to answer. Escape is not an option, and you can’t give them the information they want. All you can do is let them have their way with your body, and hope someone will come to your aid. 

“Just shove it inside, man. I’m ready to cum all over her face just by looking at her in that hammock. Fuck, I want to shove it down her throat.”

Lloyd slaps his cock against your cheek. He smears precum all over your lips as you try to ignore that you can hear August’s pants hit the floor. You hear the rest of his clothing drop to the ground and hold your breath. 

“You better relax this pussy, or it will hurt like hell,” August laughs. “As if I would care. I’ll ruin this snatch.”

“Walker, fuck her or not. If not, I’ll use her mouth!” Lloyd is slowly losing his patience. He pushes his cockhead past your lips, grunting as you lick over the tip. “Good girl. Keep going.”

“Hell, she will look so good with my cock inside of her little hole,” August slaps your pussy again. He laughs and snickers as you try to wiggle away. “Stop it.” He warns, and you stop moving. You feel the wide head slide through your slicked folds. It’s unfair that your body is betraying you. “Good little slut.” He nudes at your entrance, groaning as your hole strains against the thick cock head.

“Nggh…” you choke out. He’s too thick, and you’re not sure you can take August. Not that he would care. He grips your asscheeks, spreading them wider to watch his cock disappear inside of you. “No…”

“Oh, yes. Just relax, sweetness,” August presses further into you. He moves the tip back and forth, back and forth to ease you open. “Fuck. That’s a good cunt.”

You moan loudly around the tip of Lloyd’s cock. Your walls fight August’s intrusion, but his size is something you never felt before. “Fuck her already.”

“Shut up!” August barks at Lloyd. “Let me enjoy this pussy. You annoying fucker!”

August moves his hands to your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh as he pushes further in. 

“You gotta do it with one thrust, dude. Don’t leave her hanging.” Lloyd chuckles at his awful wordplay. “Did you get that one? Hanging!”

“Fuck off!” August’s grip on your flesh becomes bruising. You can feel his cock pulsate inside you. At least the part he already shoved inside. “You gotta take it all now.”

He snaps his hips into your ass, causing you to cry out in pleasured pain. You whine and whimper as your pussy clenches tightly around his too-thick shaft. You don’t know if he’ll be able to even move. “Lemme see…”

Lloyd slips the tip out of your mouth to walk toward August. He cocks his head and watches his partner slide in and out of you. “Sheesh, she’s stuffed like…I don’t know. What if you get stuck inside her snatch?”

“I’ll happily die inside this cunt, Hansen. Now fuck off! I don’t need a creep to watch me fuck my g—this cunt,” August snarls at Lloyd. “Baby cheeks, I hope you are ready for the ride of your life.”

You’re not. Not at all. But what can you do? Your body is screaming for release and there is a huge cock inside of your pussy. All you can do is play pillow princess and take what August is about to give you. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Damn right. This cunt is going to get well-fucked. I’ll make your life so much easier. Let me just fuck every thought out of your brain. All you need to do is take cock and leak slick for me.”

You nod eagerly. 

“Would you look at this good little slut?” Lloyd mocks you. He glances at your stuffed pussy one last time before he walks back toward your head. “Fuck her.”

“Please fuck me,” you cry. “I need you to fuck it out of me. Please. It hurts so badly. I don’t know what he gave me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be well-fucked in no time.” You hold your breath when he slowly slides halfway out of your cunt again. “Now…let’s go for a ride.”

Your mouth falls open as he rams back inside. August doesn’t play around. He finds a steady rhythm within a few seconds. He alternately grinds into you and pushes you toward Lloyd with powerful thrusts. 

“Fuck her mouth now!”

“Shut up,” Lloyd grips your face with both hands. “Open up, princess. I want you to be a good girl, relax your jaw and just let me fuck this mouth.”

He slowly moves his cock past your lips, smirking as you obediently take him down your throat. Lloyd doesn’t stop until the tip hits the back of your throat. You choke a little but try to relax your throat to not anger him. 

“That’s it,” Lloyd purrs as you press your tongue against the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock. “Just let me have this pretty mouth.”

He holds your face in his hands and starts moving his hips. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time. You are restrained and at their mercy. But their cocks. Fuck their cocks inside your body feel so good.

“Yeah, she’s a good whore,” August speeds up. He hammers into your cunt, ignoring you groan and wheeze. It’s hard to breathe with Lloyd sliding in and out of your throat. Tears spill from your eyes and split runs out of your mouth. 

It feels like August wants to taunt you. His cock hits the right spot with almost deadly accuracy. There is no way in hell he can know your body so well, but he does. With every snap of his hips, you feel the knot in your belly tighten, and you fear you’ll come around him in no time. 

“She’s close. You better cum down her throat before she screams my name. I want to hear it.”

“Shut the…” Lloyd rocks his hips faster. Your mouth feels warm and like velvet around his twitching length, but it’s not enough. Not yet. He wants more of you. If he comes now, it will be over too soon. “No, I won’t. I’ll have her ass when you are done with her cunt.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t get time to protest. Lloyd slips out of your mouth the moment August pushes you violently over the edge. To your shame, you cry out his name, and praise his cock like the cock-drunk slut he turned you into.

“Fuck, that’s…yes!” August slaps your ass with both hands. He shouts your name and spurts hotly into your abused cunt. “Your turn, Hansen. I’ll have her mouth to keep me warm. When you are done with her ass, I’ll have a turn too…”

Your eyes flutter shut. It’s too much. You can’t fight them so you, willingly open your mouth when August pinches your cheek. “You already learned, huh?”

“Daddy is going to lube your ass,” Lloyd moves his hand over your ass, pinching your cheeks, making you groan. “Shh…be thankful I opened you up with the plugs over the last days. If not, you’d be too tight to take me.”

Lloyd slowly rolls your clit between his fingers. “You will love my cock up your ass, cupcake.”

You bite your tongue to keep the moans from spilling from your lips. “Just put it up her ass.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd snaps at August. “It’s my turn to fill her holes. I’ll make it even better for her than you ever could.”

August rolls his eyes as his partner in crime moves toward the bag he brought with him this morning. He unzips it, humming happily as he gets lube, and a vibrating dildo out of the bag. 

“Cupcake, you will love it.” You keep yourself from rolling your eyes. August is watching you like a hawk and the last thing you need is that he finds out that you try to buy your time. “Let’s see.”

He unclasps the bottle of lube and adds a good amount to the dildo. Lloyd pushes the tip of the dildo inside of your cunt, slowly moving the sex toy in and out of your slicked cunt. You moan and whimper as he switches the device on.

“OH fuck!” you exclaim as he shoves the dildo completely inside of you. “Shit…oh…yes…oh fuck…”

“Not yet, baby cakes,” Lloyd adds a huge amount of lube on your ass and his fingers. “I’ll enjoy having your ass.” You feel his finger prob at your tightest hole. Your teeth shatter and you stiffen feeling his index finger slide past your ring of muscles. “Yes, she’s a natural, August.”

“I know,” August moves his right hand to your throat, holding it in a light grip. “You want to suck dick, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you husk lowly. If you can distract them long enough to forget about the flash drive, Ethan gets the chance to find you. “Please fuck my mouth, Sir.”

The next thing you know is that Lloyd is rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of your ass while fingering your tight hole. He hums and curses as he’s eager to get his dick inside. “Cupcake, you gotta be a big girl and take this beast up your ass now.” 

You open your mouth wide for August, ignoring Lloyd slipping his finger out of your ass. There is nothing you can do about the cocky bastard behind you. But if you are good for August, he might let you out of the hammock. He seems to be the more calculated and less crazy guy.

“Fuck her ass already,” August presses his cock between your lips, moaning as you slide your tongue over the tip. “Good girl. Now open wide for me.”

Lloyd ignores what’s happening with your mouth. You choke on August’s cock as Lloyd enters you. He slowly pumps his cock in and out of your asshole.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty filled with cock,” August groans. His eyes are glued to your mouth stuffed with his cock. Your jaw will hurt like hell, and you feel your throat become raw with every deep stroke of August’s cock, but you will endure every second to get back at them.

Lloyd starts to fuck you harder and faster. He’s close, you know it when he starts to lose control. He’s humping you like there is no tomorrow. Fucking your poor hole with vigor.

You’re floating. All you can do is give in to their desires and let your body take over. Your walls tighten around the dildo torturing your pussy. It seers your nerves, and reignite the fire August started. 

Fuck, you fall over the edge the moment Lloyd curses loudly. “Oh—fuck…this hole is good.”

Shame washes over you when another load of cum fills another of your holes. Lloyd comes fast up your ass. 

“Shit, did she cum again?” August thrusts a little harder watching Lloyd slip the dildo out of your cunt.  

“I’ll keep that whore. No discussion…”

August ignores Lloyd, or the fact that you choke on his monster cock. He slides even deeper down your throat, and smirk as you struggle to breathe right.

“Let me fuck this throat. We can talk about keeping her later…”

The door opens again. For what feels like the fiftieth time today. This time it’s Lloyd who wants to get his pound of your flesh.

It’s three days later, and you barely had the time to have a break. Both men took turns. Over, and over again. 

They didn’t ask you about the flash drive. Not a single time. Too busy getting their cocks inside of your ruined holes.

“Where to put it now?” Lloyd circles you like prey. 

At least they had the decency to bring you into a different room with a bed, and not fuck you in the swing all the time.

“I’m so tired, Daddy,” you barely lift your head. “Just choose a hole. Please not my mouth. My jaw still hurts.”

“Aw, my poor cupcake is sore,” he grins maliciously. “You know, I will be nice and help you relax before I fuck your cunt again. Lie on your back and let me eat this pussy. You were such a good girl for us.”

“What are you doing?” August grunts as he watches Lloyd roll you onto your back to crawl between your legs. “Oh, you hungry? She tastes good, but I’m afraid I drank all of her nectar.”

“You did?” Lloyd looks down at you with angry eyes. “Cupcake, did he eat your cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your index finger. “But my cunt is still hungry for your mouth. Do you want to have a taste?”

“Damnit, she’s a vixen,” Lloyd curses. He spread your legs roughly and settles between your thighs. “Now, be good and I’ll eat this pussy until you scream my name…”

“What will we do with her?” August huffs. “She was a good lay, and we had fun. But, we can’t let her go now, can we? This roleplay shit you suggested went a little too far.”

“She will never know we used the video to extort her stepfather,” Lloyd shrugs. “I wanna keep her. Cupcake is the first one not using her safe word.”

“Lloyd, no! We can’t keep her!” 

“What? She’s into kinky shit. Let’s keep her. Y/N will be such a good girl for us. And her daddy will never know all of it was fake,” Lloyd grins. “She told me that her stepfather is the worst.”

August rolls his eyes. “We can’t take her with us. Lloyd we talked about this more than once. Our job is not relationship friendly.” 

“What if…we keep her as a sweet sex slave? She’d love it. Y/N is a kinky slut,” Lloyd rubs his hands over his thighs. “She’ll make a sweet wife for us, August. Can we not keep her?”

“Who’s a slut,” you enter the room and immediately jump at August. “Do you want to chain me up this time, Augie?” you whine. “Please, I will tell you everything about the flash drive this time. Promised.”

“Sweetness, it’s time for you to go home,” August tries to ease you into letting you down. “We had fun, but the roleplay is over.”

“But—” you pucker your lips. “I want to stay with you and daddy. Please, Sir. I’ll do anything. I won’t take up much space. I only need a little space between you and Lloyd. Can you not take me with you?”

“Cupcake,” Lloyd purrs. “Of course, you can come with us.”

“Who’s this?” Ethan glances at the footage of August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, and you. “A new player?”

“We don’t know yet,” Benji glances at the footage again. “So far, all I can tell you is that the girl is not one of our agents nor with the CIA.”

“I need you to find out everything about her. Maybe she’s the key to their downfall…”

“AW, this is a cool place!” you look around the secret hideout August and Lloyd brought you to. “Is this your home?”

August rolls his shoulders. “One of many. Don’t get too comfortable. We are still on the run.”

“Sir, do you want to play?” you coquettishly ask. “I can be a foreign agent, and you need to interrogate me. Or I try to seduce you but you are more into spanking my ass and pussy.”

“Babycakes is in one of her moods,” Lloyd smirks. He cups his crotch, ready for another round with his little plaything. “August, what do you say?”

“I say,” August roughly cups your cheek. He strokes his thumb over your lower lip, humming as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Down on your knees. And you won’t get up before your face is covered in our cum…”

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❛ Your Mine ❜ - Chapter 3

yandere!Lan Wangji X Fem!Wen!Reader

| YANDERE + DARK CONTENT | this meaning, if you don't like this content, then just scroll away

WC; 2.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW : noncon leading into dubcon, virginity taking, oral -> female recieving, slight rough sex, he gets softer but she still doesn't want it, piv, vop, missonary, prone bone, over stimulation, no protection, wrap before you tap pls, creampies + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒴 :: Jiang Cheng searches for you as you left the Jiangs so suddenly, so, Wangji gets the wrong idea, thinking you are lovers. This moment creates just the beginning of his yandere tendencies and his demeanour changes. An argument arises and he kisses you which then leaves you wondering why Lan Wangji is doing this, the HanGuang-Jun is kissing you with such anger. Then, this leads to Non-consensual sex but Wangji makes sure to take care of you in the kindest way possible, calming you down and after it leads to Dubconsensual sex now that you have realised your feelings for him.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Jiang Cheng burst through the quiet of Gusu like a shot, and determination burned fiercely in his eyes with a ready flame. As though filled with roaring flames, he had already stormed through the halls of the Lan residence, saying, "Where is she? Where is {Y/n}?".

Lan Wangji's expression did not change, but his body was tense. His eyes locked with Jiang Cheng's, resolute yet, at the same time, calm. "She is safe in Gusu. Recovering from her injuries."

Jiang Cheng stared, now somewhat anxiously, but felt anger indeed swell inside him. "You have no right keeping her from me. Left without saying a single word, and I need to know why. What in the. is going on here?"

Lan Wangji's face was cold as his voice was frosty. "She was hurt, and she needs to rest. She should not go out and about, and here, I can protect her. She has nothing to do with you now."

The words cut deep, and Jiang Cheng's fists clenched at his sides. "I am her concern. I care about her, and have every right to know what's happening."

At that, Lan Wangji's eyes suddenly turned dangerous. "You have no right to her. She belongs to me to protect," he said.

He had worried so much for you, Jiang Cheng. That he had even left with a heavy heart, promising his own heart that if not now, then soon he would discover the truth. And that's when Lan Wangji began to shift more toward his possessive yandere attitude—something that was to be vehemently protected.

Later that evening, Lan Wangji entered your room quietly, his expression a mask of composed intensity. He approached your bed, where you lay resting.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with curiosity, but you held lingering fear in your eyes, after all, you weren't allowed to leave. "Lan Wangji," you said softly. "You didn’t need to chase Jiang Cheng away. I’m fine now."

Lan Wangji’s gaze was intense, almost unnervingly focused. "You were not fine," he said, his voice low and edged with something darker. "You were in danger, and you need to recover. I will not allow anyone to jeopardize your safety."

A frown creased your forehead. "But why did you have to be so harsh with him? He was only worried about me."

Lan Wangji's expression hardened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "He has no claim over you. You are mine, and I will protect you as I see fit."

The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "Lan Wangji, I—"

Before you could continue, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a sudden, fierce kiss. The kiss was rough, filled with an intensity that left you breathless. It was as if he was trying to imprint his presence onto you.

His tongue was forcing itself into your mouth and you gasped, pawing at Lan Wangji's robes to push him off. You didn't want this but why was your body reacting differently? However, the kiss hurt and you were struggling to breathe. 

Your heart began to beat faster and faster than you thought you might faint. Thankfully, he pulled away, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were dark with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. You stared at him, your heart racing from the suddenness of the kiss and the raw anger you had felt.

"Why?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Why are you doing this?"

Lan Wangji’s eyes softened, though his gaze was still intense. "Because I care for you more than anyone else. I cannot bear the thought of losing you to anyone or anything."

You tried to process his words, the mixture of anger and affection in his actions confusing you. "But Jiang Cheng… he was only trying to help."

Lan Wangji’s expression grew colder. "He is not to be trusted. You belong here, with me. I will not allow anyone to take you away."

The possessiveness in his voice was unmistakable, and a chill ran down your spine. "Lan Wangji, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, but you can’t keep me locked away like this. I have my own life, my own responsibilities."

Lan Wangji’s gaze turned steely, his jaw set with determination. "Your life is here, with me. I will protect you from everything, even from yourself if necessary."

"But-!" 

You were cut off when his lips were forcefully pressed against your own, tongue slipping past your plump and already swollen lips. His tongue was entangling with your own, but it was so filled with force you didn't know what to do, you felt so hopeless under this touch that it felt as if all the strength has left your body. 

"N-No," you choke out through the kiss that even took your voice away. "S-Stop, pl-ease."

He didn't listen.

Your arms were being pinned against the bed beside your head, Lan Wangji had your legs spread with his knees. So, as much as you thrashed around you wouldn't be able to move. 

"You move again, and I'll do something you won't like," Lan Wangji mutters pulling away from your lips and leaving a trail of hickeys from your jaw to your exposed shoulder.

That statement shut you up and you forced yourself to stop moving. 

You Hanfu was stripped from your body and so were his white and blue detailed robes. Lan Wangji sat imposingly over you, he quickly entangled a hand in your hair, entangling the stands around his sturdy fingers. A yelp leaves your mouth when you are forced onto your knees and elbows facing him, his cock hard, up against his chest and you nibble your bottom lip in fear.

You didn't want to do this, but what other choice did you have? You didn't know what the consequence would be to disobey him. 

"Suck." The words were very simple and you hesitantly lowered your head. 

But, you didn't know what to do, you've never even engaged in such an act like this.

"So big," you mumbled, eyes widening in fear, wondering how he was expecting you to such your mouth full with his cock with his girth and size.

Lan Wangji hummed in reply. "Yeah? And you're going to take all of it," he continues, his command leaving no room to disobey.

You had no clue what you were doing. You place a kiss on the tip of his throbbing cock while angling it to your mouth, hand holding the base. You experimentally gaze up at Lan Wangji and his eyes bored into yours, a red flush coating his cheeks. 

Hesitantly, you looked back to his cock and drag the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, low groans leaving his mouth at the contact.

Lan Wangji's head threw back, his grip tightening on my hair as a gasp came from his lips. His mouth hissed as your fingers toyed with the slit in his shaft, spreading the pre-cum that spilt from his swelled tip before finally taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Look at you," Lan Wangji hummed and a pained whimper leaves your mouth, spreading vibrations through his cock. He moaned helplessly in response, bucking his hips roughly into your mouth causing you to gag.

You let your mouth slip off of his cock as you heaved for air. "Keep going," he demands and you shake your head, not wanting to anymore, it hurts so much.

All of a sudden, his grip on your hair tightened and a yelp left your mouth as tears poured from your eyes. He pushed your head back down, your lips and mouth swallowing his thick cock once more into your warm and hot mouth.

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Lan Wangji's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Lan Wangji began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good."

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, more tears pour out your eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and your eyes widened at the realisation. Were you getting turned on by this? Your slick was coating your calf as you rested your wait on the muscle.

Lan Wangji started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

Lan Wangji's eyes were wide when he looked down to see the tears slipping from your eyes. "See, wasn't that hard now, was it? It's okay," he cooed, stroking the back of your head as you sobbed in his arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here."

You didn't reply causing him to frown while you averted your gaze, his seed spilling from the corners of your lips. He realised that you had neither swallowed nor spit out his cum, he felt some sort of sympathy for you, he almost felt bad for what he had done.

But he discarded that though. You were his and it didn't matter what he did to you.

"Spit it out," Lan Wangji said and your eyes widened, not expecting that he would ask you to spit it out. You were waiting for him to yell at you to swallow his cum.

You let the liquid seep out your mouth beside the bed with a light cough as most of the cum leaked out your lips. 

You helplessly thought that this was over but it wasn't, Lan Wangji had pushed you back down to the bed, your back slamming against the plushy sheets and your eyes widened. 

"W-What are you-?" you asked distressed, your voice slightly raspy from him pounding his hips into your throat.

"Be quiet," he whispered into the shell of your ear before biting it and you let out a whimper causing him to raise a brow at your reaction. 

He delicately bites the shell of your ear making you let out a quiet whimper. you could feel him smile against your ear at your reaction. Lan Wangji's touch caused you to dig your nails slightly into his chest leaving light crescent marks causing more deep exhales of breaths to get caught in your ear.

Lan Wangji moved his head and his body suddenly firmly pressed against yours and you whimpered at the feeling of his dick pressing up against your stomach. His lips mingled with mine his minty taste and smell overflowed your senses making it a complete euphoria for you. you cupped the back of his neck to create a deeper angle for him to explore deeper into your mouth with our tongues continuing to entangle with each other.

He was so rough with you, borderline sexually harassing you and why did you feel so good now?

Lan Wangji groans into your mouth, the hand that was trailing down your thigh moved swiftly back to your waist and the other intertwined with your hair at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. you let out breathy sighs into him as your own hand interlaced with his blonde and your other wrapped around behind his neck.

"Shhh, it's okay," Lan Wangji hums. "You'll be okay."

His other hand moved its way down to tightly lift your thigh up which made his body mould closer to yours making you feel his dick press up against your soaked core. The kiss slows down and turns soft and almost desperate it's as if he wants to take his time with you, savouring every inch of your taste, to take his sweet time to memorise you.

He presses his lips against mine to take your mind off the pain that's probably soon to come. you feel a hard tip get lubricated at your entrance making your back arch into him as you let out a strangled moan of pleasure into his mouth. He continues to push further into you making your eyebrows furrow together in pain but the pleasure is still overwhelming your senses making tears prick at your eyes.

"Oh, you feel so good," Lan Wangji whimpers into your neck. "You're so perfect."

You moan. The feeling of pure ecstasy of him fully entered you, the pain gone.

You feel his dick scraping across your plush walls in all the right places as he slowly exited your cunt, but not fully. Our moans and whimpers get swallowed by each other. you feel his thrusts speed up and you moan in response, your walls clenching around him causing the grip LanWangji held on your thigh and waist to tighten.

The coil in your stomach getting tighter and your moans slightly became higher. LanWangji continued to groan into your neck after he pulled away from the heated kiss.

You say moaning throughout your sentence, "Feels so good-"

"I'm close-," He groans.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap as your back arched painfully into LanWangji's bare chest causing LanWangji to groan and his arms moved to wrap tightly around you. After a few more pumps LanWangji came, letting a few more rolls of his hips into you to help ride out both our highs before he pulled out slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

Lan Wangji slumped down beside you before he slipped the condom off his length and walked over to the bathroom with a warm, damp wash cloth to clean you up and after he did so, you did the same.

As you watched him clean you up, you realised why you had enjoyed the sex. 

You love him.

You fell in love with him.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[ghostl-yy]

Think about it - Dean's desperate to get Sam off the demon blood and he'll do fucking anything to get him to at least cut down on how much hes chugging. Sam tells him one night when hes half asleep that hes just gotten used to the sharpness of it on his tongue, that he craves the coppery, metallic taste if he goes without it for too long.

Dean's just being a good big brother, he'll do anything to help Sammy's cravings... that's why one day he drags Sam onto his lap, one hand tight on his waist and the other on his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open, telling him to stick his tongue out and Sam is all 'whatre you making me do, Dean?' kinda whiny and exasperated, but his heart is beating really fast because hes a little scared, and Dean strokes his waist and speaks to him so softly, 'dont you trust me Sammy?' And sam doesnt even have time to think about it before Dean shoves the silver stud he's sharpened into Sam's tongue, piercing it.

And Sam is shocked - it obviously hurts and bleeds because its unprofessional and Dean has no experience with this kinda stuff, but Dean just shushes him and wipes his tears and kisses him and strokes his hair and asks 'this'll help with the taste, wont it baby?'

[iseetheisland]

Trying to gatekeep actors who are trans from playing evil characters just because you think it could villianize trans people is anti-trans btw.

Mingling their personal life into the storytelling to change the narrative is disgusting. Anyone doing that is just as gross as the few and far between people who actually do think the way that your conspiracy theory implies. Don't cater to transphobes by shaming trans people from taking whatever roles they want.

Let actors act. Let trans women play cis women. They are women. And forcing them being trans into the narrative when it's not actually part of the story, then demonizing it, is transphobic.

Cut that shit out.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 12

“Ah,” Barricade moaned in his recharge. Prowl squeezed his servo. It had been an orn since Ricochet had flown him to Iacon and Prowl had not left his cousin’s side, apart from joors long surgeries.

Ratchet had not been able to make any repairs yet, beyond patching leaks. Until Barricade had beaten the infection, repairs were impossible. The surgeries so far had been to control leaks and to remove or to debride wounds. Though Ratchet had been cautious to avoid giving Prowl too much hope for Barricade’s recovering, he had seemed more hopeful during his last exams. The fever had finally started dropping late the last dark-cycle. This light-cycle, it had finally broken. So long as Barricade’s spark remained strong, the first repairs were set for the next mega-cycle. Time would only tell if his frame would accept the repairs. If the infections were not completely resolved, the repairs might reject and the infections might spread frame wide.

“Mm,” Barricade’s optics flickered and Prowl covered his cousins servo with both of his.

“I am here,” Prowl told him. “You are safe.”

“Prowl,” Barricade groaned. “Lockdown...”

“Jazz will attend to Lockdown,” Prowl assured him.

“He wants you,” Barricade moaned. “He wanted to make you watch.”

“I am safe, Barricade,” Prowl said. “We are in the medbay on the Autobot base. Lockdown is no match for Ratchet, Ironhide or Prime.”

“Nightstalker...” Barricade hissed.

“Is dead,” Prowl said. “They were saying it was you.”

“It was,” Barricade replied. “He ambushed me with Lockdown. I think he was the one that paid Lockdown to botnap you.”

“That... fits,” Prowl blanched, remembering Nightstalker covering him when that heat had crept up on him. Thank Primus he had not kindled in that heat.

“Lockdown...” Barricade groaned.

“Ricochet put a tracker on the Death’s Head before he got you to safety,” Prowl assured him. “He and Jazz are hunting him now. He will not escape. There is nowhere in the universe he can hide.”

“Won’t hide,” Barricade said. “He wants you. He’ll kill your bitties.”

“He will not get the opportunity.”

Prowl never left the medbay. Like Ricochet had given him a holster to magnetize to his leg. He did not need to reach into his subspace for a weapon, it was always at servo. If Lockdown got this far, Prowl was Barricade’s last line of defence, and he would not let his cousin down. Ricochet had told him what Barricade had said before he had lost consciousness and Prowl knew without a doubt Barricade had goaded Lockdown, encouraging the torture in order to distract Lockdown from search of him. Barricade had sacrificed so much for Prowl’s sake and Prowl wished he had not. He wished Barricade had stayed in Iacon, out of Nightstalker’s and Lockdown’s reach. He even wished he had begged, if that might have convinced Lockdown to leave him alone. It might not have but could it have been worse than it had been?

“How is he?” Punch joined him.

“Resting,” Prowl replied. “Ratchet performed the first grafts. It will be quartexes before we know if Barricade will have any kind of normal function.”

“He’ll be fine,” Punch told him. “He’s a strong mech. He’ll adapt how he gotta, if he gotta. Ratchet’s the best, o’ the best ‘n he’s got more experience fixing Omega ‘n Beta victims o’ Alpha abuse. I hate to think it, but he’s seen scrap, maybe not quite like this, but close enough ‘n horrible all the same.”

“I have not heard anything for Jazz,” Prowl worried out loud.

“He’s fine,” Punch assured him. “Both o’em are. They’ll be in touch when they’ve taken his helm.”

“I am glad to have you here,” Prowl told him. “I wish I just... knew. I cannot stand I have that mech’s mark on me.”

“Even if ya don’t got Jazz’s bite on ya, yer mated in the only way that counts,” Punch told him. “Yer mates o’ the spark.”

***

Lockdown did not take kindly to Ricochet stealing his prize. Rage made him more reckless than normal and they took advantage. While Lockdown was distracted in the drug den, Jazz sabotaged the Death’s Head fuel tanks. If the bounty hunter escaped them on the ground, when he turned on the engines, the fuel tanks would blow. It would have been easy enough to leave it at that, and left the explosion do him in but Lockdown did not deserve an easy death. He might have left it to his twin, he had a good claim for Lockdown’s helm but Ricochet could not just stand back and watch. What he had seen, what he had felt when he had explored Barricade’s mutilated array to try and find the source of the major leak that had been threatening to cause him to bleed out, Ricochet needed to make Lockdown hurt. He needed to make him feel humiliation and shame.

The bounty hunter had raped the Beta so violently that he had effectively destroyed both his valve casing and aft tubing and further ruptured his waste and fuel systems. Ricochet did not know if he had caused him some permanent loss of function by cauterizing the leaks he had found but if he had not cauterized them, Barricade would have bled out. If he Beta needed to vent on him for his choices later, Ricochet could accept that. The mech had the right to be angry about what had been done to him. There was no question in Ricochet’s processor that he would survive, though he had never seen Ratchet go paler when he saw a patient, Barricade had been strong enough to challenge Lockdown and to keep challenging him to protect his gravid cousin. He would be strong enough to survive to be gifted with a trophy.

“Did he always hit Syk this hard?” Ricochet asked.

“He was a casual user,” Jazz replied. “Probably got hooked on scrap in Garrus-9. Even thought they’re in solitary, they weld Alpha’s panels shut so they can’t even jack-off.”

“Shoulda gelded’m for what he did to Prowl,” Ricochet said.

“Agreed,” Jazz said. “Didn’t even charge’m for it. Too afraid to let it get out it could happen to one o’ theirs? Don’t make sense to me. I wouldn’t let it slide if it happened to one o’ my ops.”

“Even the Cons don’t do it,” Ricochet said.

“Right?” Jazz replied. “Probably afraid we’d do it back.”

“He’s comin’ out,” Ricochet said.

“Go Hound, lure’m o’er,” Jazz ordered.

They watched a hologram materialize. It was identical to Barricade. Hidden by the hologram, Hound moved towards the alley, mimicking a heavy limp. Lockdown made a guttural sound that echoed down the empty street. Both Ricochet and Jazz were ready. Hound was just a few steps ahead of the hologram he had deployed. If Lockdown got within a breath of reaching him, he would be shot where he stood. Jazz was constantly doing the math in his helm. Vengeance, for anyone, was not enough for him to risk his friend and subordinate. What was important, to all of them, was that Lockdown died this dark-cycle. There would be no trial, Spec Ops did not work that way, not for a monster like Lockdown. If they ever got their servos on Vortex, there would be no trial, no prisoner exchange, for him either. Lockdown followed the hologram into the alley. He screeched as the snare, triggered by his heavy ped, swallowed him up. The hologram vanished and Hound, a Beta, gave him a smirk. Ricochet and Jazz walked over and shared a look. They had caught him with his spike hanging out, his knot already about to pop. Jazz gave Ricochet a knife.

“Barricade said he’d cut yer spike of,” Ricochet told him as he knelt next to the bounty hunter. He wrench Lockdown’s spike out of the netting and held the borrowed blade to it. “Ya weren’t mech enough to face ‘m fair.”

Lockdown screamed as Ricochet severed his spike at the base. Hound stood in the entrance of alley, hologram deployed, showing just an empty, dirty alley. It was a rough part of town, no one came to the wretched scream, no one wanted to be the next victim. Lockdown shrieked curses. Jazz seized his jaw and cut out his glossa. The glyphs he had used against Prowl had wounded him. He would not speak again. They did not have time to clinger on vengeance, unfortunately. Jazz carved a knife through his abdominal plating and ripped out his internals, showing them to Lockdown. Ricochet watched his twin lean in close, glaring into the dying Alpha’s optics.

“I always knew ya was gutless.”