#the way they would grab him and then RUN to their tools <3

[echosong971]

might make a more dramatic sketch of him losing a legion arm but for now have this

#what i sketch during assignment breaks lol #he looks like he needs a hand #part two to this would be Venigni and Eugénie working to make him a new arm #the way they would grab him and then RUN to their tools <3 #also #p is def the type of person who both has an INSANE pain tolerance and just grits his teeth and bears most of the pain he gets #i mean #have you SEEN some of the attacks he has to endure #? #i feel like getting his arm slowly ripped off and then having to deal with the constant sparking pain afterwards #would be pretty high on the “ouch” scale for him tho #lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #p #pinocchio #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #sketch #lies of p art #lies of p fanart #neowiz #blood #tw blood

[youryanderedaddy]

Summary: An unlikely encounter brings you and Cassian together, resulting in a decade - long obsession born out of lust and hatred. tw: female reader, hinted non-con, abuse/violence, obsession, jealousy, misogyny, degradation, slut-shaming, bullying, threats, choking, religious trauma, religious imagery, religious inaccuracy My ko - fi <3

Cassian still remembered the day you first met, the one he dreaded the most - the early spring warmth mixing with the smell of frost-hidden snowdrops. The earth being cleansed and reborn after a long, sluggish winter filled with challenges for the sinners' burning souls. Back then he was still working at the altar, freshly out of high school - barely nineteen, somewhere between a confused boy and a man of Christ.

He was called to fetch water from the well - it was nothing out of the ordinary, this was the sole reason he was part of the church, to help the elders with baptising and burying the dead. He was coming back with a rushed step when he saw you - bumped into you, to be exact. You were wearing a light white dress that covered just above the middle of your thighs, your ankles and feet fully exposed with just a pair of brown flowery sandals to go along with. You looked a bit older than the boy - maybe two or three years, he decided, as there was something mature in your beauty, an air of influence most girls his age didn't possess yet.

It all happened so fast - Cassian gasped in surprise as the water spilt all over you, sticking to each and every little crack and hem of your thin cotton dress. The wet fabric hugged all your curves, as if damp just to tempt him. He immediately looked down, covering his face with one hand as he tried to collect the fallen jug with the other, cheeks beet red. You, in turn, smiled playfully, reaching for the small pot before the man could grab it. You wiggled it in the air, laughing with your teeth out - glowing in the soft sunlight. He mumbled something incoherent, perhaps begging you to return it - but you were quick on your feet, running towards the river with the tool in hand, your soft giggles bursting like bubbles.

The boy hesitated for a second before eventually following after you, innocent brown eyes widening with a mix of fear and surprise, heart beating violently against his chest - this was the first time he was so close to a woman. After chasing you around the forest for a while, he stopped to catch his breath just to realise he had lost you somewhere along the way. He looked around, already panicking - too frightened to even begin imagining how the elders would react once they knew he had lost the ceremonial canna. 

“Looking for this?” You suddenly called out to him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your pink lips. He quickly turned to face you, blushing once again as he spotted you sitting among the rocks surrounding the stream with the sun caught in your loosened locks - and his jug in your soft palms. You looked just like the nymphs his mentor had warned him about - cruel, whimsical creatures, yet painfully, breathtakingly beautiful. They liked to trick lost travellers and lonely shepherds, taking their soul for all eternity. 

Cassian took a deep breath and mouthed a quick prayer to his patron, bringing his hands together. He could do this. He wouldn’t be swayed by you no matter how cunning you may be - for his soul belonged to Christ and Christ alone.

“Stealing is a g-grave sin, Miss.” The boy exclaimed, voice shaky yet unrelenting as he took a step towards you. “So please return the can to me at once!” This time he sounded almost breathless, whiny like a mere child. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your parted lips. “Aww, no need to get mad. I am simply borrowing it.” You cooed at the disciple with slight mockery, pretending to eye the item in your hands with great interest. 

“I am n-not mad!” Cassian swiftly contested, crossing his arms to appear more intimidating, if that was even possible. “I am just frustrated - righteously so, since y-you took something that belongs to me, and refuse to give it back.” He continued, puffing his chest out towards you in annoyance. You found his attempts to convince you utterly adorable - but the only thing they accomplished was making you want to pick on him even more. “If you want it so bad, come and get it!” You egged him on, dingling it just above his head once again.

Then suddenly, just for a split second, something in his eyes changed. The brown turned dark and muddy, almost glowing with fury, his teeth grazing his cheek until he could taste the blood on his tongue - and next thing you knew, he had pushed you into the stream, soaked up to your chin. You started coughing, desperate to keep the water out of your lungs, but his hand pressed heavy against your chest, shoving you towards the very bottom of the river.

It was your turn to panic, cheeks heating up with uncertainty. You looked up at Cassian with soft, pleading eyes - begging him to let go. It was all too much for the sheltered boy - your prior teasing, your pitiful gaze, your warm skin shivering against the drenched, transparent clothing, leaving little to the imagination… He subconsciously began tugging at his tight golden collar, feeling the cold sweat creep upon his neck - then he slowly released you, letting your body rise up to the top without any added weight on it.

The disciple stared at your trembling form for what felt like eternity, unable to look away. Soon enough you came to your senses, scurrying to cover your breasts - but despite your best attempts at hiding, his fervent gaze kept threatening to burn a hole into your flesh. You opened your mouth to say something, perhaps an apology of sorts, or even an accusation - yet no sound came out. 

And just like that the boy was gone.

***

Cassian cried the whole night, he cried his little heart out, hugging the Mary Magdalen icon close to his chest - hoping, praying that he could be redeemed. He was sick, utterly sick. The way he had felt, the way his body had reacted to you - it was sinister, devilish, unholy. Something completely unbecoming of the sacred figure he aspired to become once his altar duties were finished. He was supposed to be different, a beam of light in a crowd of darkness and misery, and now he was filthy, reeking of sin - of you.

His racing thoughts left him restless, unable to close his eyes. He had no other option left - he had to confide in his mentor, it was the right thing to do. It was going to be alright, he tried to rationalise. Repent, and you will be saved. A sin admitted is a sin resolved and punished from within, from your very core. That’s what the elders always said - sin was human, but deceit was intentional, it meant that your soul was purposely straying away from God’s love and protection. The ones who were truthful and eager to accept their faults could still ascend to Heaven.

And Cassian was lucky - so, so lucky, because his mentor proved understanding to the troubles of his soul. He reassured him, taking him into his arms, the smell of incense and wax and home enough to soothe any heartache. The old man smiled gently, petting his hair - telling him that beauty was a Godly virtue, and there was nothing wrong with admiring it for his body itself was a fruit of desire and love. Then once the boy had stopped sobbing, his breathing finally even, the priest pulled him to the side and reminded him that he was one of his best students, and as such he simply could not be tempted and swayed by the weakness of the flesh. The deacon had seen him - had felt the cleaness in his eyes, and that’s precisely why he had chosen him; for his unyielding chastity and goodness. And he was never wrong about his pupils - so it was obviously the woman’s fault. 

Cassian could understand it now, clear as day. You had tempted him. You had stolen his sleep and his tears like a siren, like a Jezebel. But that was fine, completely fine. It was all part of the big plan. Temptation was good - faith always had its challenges, and he’d be damned if he let someone as wretched as you lure him into severing his ties to God. This was his future. This church was his home, and so it would remain. He would become the next deacon of Holy Agnes, and you would be no obstacle. Just an underwater stone - a bug he had to crush so he could be free and whole again.

***

Several years passed by with a snap of a finger. Cassian slowly matured, soft cheeks and bright eyes turning sharp and mundane with his newfound restraint. He had adapted some level of unconscious stoicism, set on raising above the lowly human needs. And yet he kept seeing you everywhere he went, like a ghost of the past.

Sometimes you were in the garden by his church, laughing and smiling with avid colours covering your body. Countless dingley pearly bracelets stacked one on top of the other heaving on your little wrists like a fire circle. You were loud, never one to suppress your silvery ringing voice. Other times you were sitting by the nearby lake, sewing or knitting, writing in a worn out notebook with fleeting papers all over your lap. You were in the bakery he walked by after Mass, on the opposite side of the farmer alley he frequented on the Sabbath. Always just a breath away, but never quite close enough. 

He wanted to touch you. He wanted to drag you in by your hair and yell in your ear until it bled - you, who so innocently strolled left and right with your pretty twirly dresses and skirts that never covered your knees, you with your naked hands parading around the park with nothing on your mind, but rainbows and sunshine. As if you didn’t know you had ruined his youth with aching sickness over you - as if you didn’t care he had spent countless hours agonising, wondering whether he’d see you again. Wondering whether he’ll be able to hold back from reaching out and completely devouring you. 

Were you looking for attention, looking so bubbly and careless, bright shouting colours on display? Were you hoping to tempt him again by showing all this vulnerable, ripe skin? Had you completely forgotten about that unlikely encounter that was permanently engraved into his memory with the burning mark of hellfire itself? 

Because it certainly seemed so when the whole village was whispering about you and your countless misdeeds. People were saying that you were pursuing a crafting clerkship in the nearby town - that you were travelling alone, or in the company of strange men, sleeping in unknown taverns on the road for days. Drinking and drowning in debauchery. Rumours had it that you would give yourself away to the highest bidder, thus being able to fund all those adventurous trips across the land. 

Cassian didn’t want to believe them, and he refused to partake in the tired, painfully repetitive conversations of the common folk who flocked to the church for warmth and food like a herd of sheep to a master. To him tattle was a sin of itself, a needless effort to drop the Lord’s name in vain just to curse a harlot or to mock an innocent, unsuspecting widow - but from day to day their words became harsher, crueller, ungodly. You were made to look like Lilith herself, and he couldn’t help believing what he could feel with his own heart.

It was a simple fact, really. You were just a whore, and nothing more - because he could clearly see you clinging to another man’s shoulder through the small glazed window of his, pushing your chest towards the dark stranger - laughing unabashedly at his jokes, gazing into his eyes, prompting him to claim your sweet lips. You were a whore, because you let them all have you, yet you belonged to neither. Not even to him - not even when you appeared in his dreams, tormenting him even in the comfort of his own psyche. 

You would share your warmth with him then, caressing him - letting him rest against your soft breasts, letting him inhale your tantalising aroma. Teasing him endlessly, just to disappear at dawn, just before he had his final fill of you. And just like that the cycle repeated, driving him crazy.

***

It was another warm spring day when you two met again face to face. When he saw you, hair dishevelled and clothes torn apart, he thought he was still dreaming - but you were even more beautiful, even more radiant now. That’s how he knew you were real. He could finally touch you, he could smell the salt and morning dew on your skin, could lick the tears off your puffy, swollen eyes.

You had been dragged to the church early in the morning by the wife of the mayor, kicking and screaming. The older woman had been furiously gripping your wrist, forcing you to trip after her in a desperate attempt to keep up. Once inside the ceremonial hall, she had pushed you down at the deacon’s feet like a sacrificial lamb before a pagan god’s altar.

“Martha, dear, what’s wrong?” Cassian was quick to intervene before the woman could mess you up even more. “You know it’s unbecoming of a lady of such wise age to engage in this ungodly behaviour.” He explained calmly - it was obvious that he held no wrath for her, and this was all just a performance. The mayoress was very influential in the village, so he had to be careful with his words, lest you’d both be in trouble.

“Oh, Cassian, Cassian!” The wife all but crumbled against the man, heavy, accusatory sobs strangling her speech. “This harlot has done it again! She tried to destroy another family.” Martha kept wailing in a theatrical way, hanging off the deacon’s white collar. “My family, Reverend! I saw her talking to my husband, oh, it was utterly despicable! I might faint just thinking about it.” She rambled on and on, cheeks turning comically red. “She must be possessed by the Devil - I see no other explanation behind her constant sinful endeavours.” She fluttered her lashes as if attempting to persuade the deacon, going as far as to use the title only given to priests. “I beg you, Father, do something. Teach her the right way, make her repent. Our village can’t keep tolerating these… these outrageous conducts!”

You looked up at him just as he lowered his head to you, your eyes meeting. Your orbs were wide and filled with fright just like that day in the forest when he had pushed you into the river. You were gripping the end of his robes pitifully, tearfully shaking your head as if trying to deny all those ugly lies, mouthing off little sounds he couldn’t quite understand - and just like that he was nineteen again, sweating and mad all over you, lost in your sweet pleas for help. And help you’d receive.

“Calm your senses, Martha. I will deal with this.” Cassian patted the wife’s shoulder reassuringly, nodding at the big gate leading to the garden. “You must not worry anymore, you know you have a weak heart. Just - just go home for the day.” He looked at you one last time, and the sheer black burning intensity of his gaze made you shiver. “I know what to do from here.” He made an airy gesture at the older woman, smiling benevolently. “You’re right. Enough is enough.” 

With that she finally left, satisfied that some order would be restored ultimately. The hall remained silent for a while; massive, dim-lit, over-decorated with various gorgons, demons and monsters - designed specifically to scare those who wouldn’t give in to salvation. “Leave us alone.” The man mumbled at last, snapping his fingers at the altar servants and nuns, who in turn hurriedly flocked to the back rooms, nowhere to be seen. You could feel the tears drying on your skin from the freezing cold air, leaving trails all over your scorching hot cheeks. He was observing you carefully, scared to miss even the slightest of reactions - your pain was so expressive he wanted to seal the memory forever in his brain. After all, he had dreamt of this for years. The day when he finally has you at his mercy with nowhere to go. 

“I see that you’ve decided to succumb to a life of sin.” Cassian started off haughtily, moving just a bit closer - you were still kneeling on the floor as if you had assumed an eternal repenting pose. His fingertips grazed against your chin, his touch radiating pure ice - cold frost as his head tilted down in rehearsed condescension. “It’s quite unfortunate to see someone so beautiful give up on Christ.” He continued, eyes practically glued to your quivering form from above. It was intoxicating to have you in this position, quivering below him. He wanted to see you like this all the time, he decided. It suited you to be underneath him - you were a filthy, wicked adulterer and he was your saviour. He deserved your worship. He deserved your pain, and everything that would come with it. 

“But then again, you’ve always been a temptress.” The man crouched next to you, quick as a snake - gripping your chin between his two fingers. “It must be oh-so difficult for you to act like an honest woman.” His grip got tighter. “Especially when you possess such a dirty, sinful bod–

“S-shut up!” You cried out, pushing yourself to stand on your knees. “Shut up, you know nothing of me, Reverend. You look at me with those eyes… Don’t think I don’t remember.” You hissed, suddenly gaining back the courage the woman had knocked out of you earlier, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “I’ve seen you follow me, I’ve seen you in my nightmares… You want me! You want me, and it’s driving you insane.” You gave him the cruellest look you could muster.

“The dirty one, the sinful one is you - you, and every single bastard in this goddamn village that seems to think they own me.” You spat it out, everything that had been building up over the past few months. The hurtful rumours, the nasty remarks on the streets, the way everyone was measuring you up, touching you without permission… This was your breaking point. “You don’t own me. You never will.”

Cassian was seeing red. Before he could even begin to summon any reason, his hands had tangled into your hair, pulling on it with malice he had never experienced before in his life. He was a being of love and kindness - yet any time he faced you, he turned to this gruesome, unholy beast of a man. It was all your fault. You had ruined him, since the moment you first met him you had been ruining him. You made him like this and there was no going back now. No amount of tears or pretty pleads could save you from the horrors that inevitably awaited you in Hell - the one on Earth. The one he was going to create just for you. Anything for you.

“Do not sully me with this blasphemous tongue of yours, wench. Don’t you dare utter a single word to me, lest you want to lose it.” The man hissed, venom dripping off every over pronounced syllable. His whole body was shaking with fury, skin red and painful as if on fire. One wrong movement could set him off into a flame that would kill you both. “I don’t want to hear a sound from those tainted lips of yours. Who knows how many have kissed them, hmm?” His face got dangerously close to yours - so close you could feel his warm breath across your cheek. Your heart was pounding violently against your chest in a fruitless attempt to escape the rib cage. You tried to push the deacon off you, but he didn’t bulge an inch. 

“Aww, you’re going to hurt me with the same hands you caress your lovers with?” He grinned manically - you had never seen a man so unhinged. You had always known he was dangerously unstable as the forest incident had proven - which was the reason you kept your distance over the years, but you could never imagine he’d be so… bloodthirsty. “Have you got no shame?” Cassian was spiralling, going in mental circles. 

He finally had you in his arms again, your skin warm and malleable against his - yet the only thing he could think of was all those men you had allowed by your side over the years. It was like he could see their fingerprints all over you, red and scorching on your body as if to mock him. As if to laugh at him for ever trying to fight the temptation in the first place. Your lips were wet and pink, so perfect and vulnerable trembling before him, just begging to be bitten. He reached in to kiss you - just like he had done so many times in his dreams, but he was met with your equally wet, cold cheek instead. You had turned your head away.

“Anyone, but me, huh?” The man screamed at the top of his lungs, beyond wild as he shoved you to the ground, crawling over your body in quick succession. You felt the blood drain from your face - could this be your final moment? “You are willing to give yourself to anyone, but the one who actually deserves you…” His hands travelled to your neck as if they had a mind of their own, voice suddenly dropping to a desperate, shaky whisper. “The one who craves you more than anything.” His fingers danced over your throat, holding your life in one tight grasp.

“What do you mea–”

“All my life I’ve been a good man.” Cassian interrupted you once again, tone back to its initial biting spite. “An honest man, goddammit! And I am not going to lose everything because of… because of some fucking whore!” Your words aimed at your heart just like daggers, and your eyes watered. You squirmed like an injured animal, praying to whoever was up in the sky that he would release you, but God wasn’t so merciful to sinners, apparently. “So you’re going to kiss me, right here, right now.” He was holding your wrists over your chest as he positioned himself between your legs. This couldn’t be happening right now, but it was. You were doomed, you had been doomed from the start. 

“You’re going to kiss me like you kiss your lovers.” The deacon paused to lick the tear running down your chin, groaning at the heavenly taste. You wanted to drop dead. “Like you love me.” He pressed down on your neck, squeezing tighter just so your eyes would fill up with hundreds of tiny little tears - it made you look so glossy and cute. “Did you hear me? You are going to kiss me like you fucking love me, you damned slut.” Your face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. 

“And then I am going to fuck the Devil out of you.”

#yandere #yancore #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere x you #yandere male x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere priest

[magiccath]

Psychic paper

tenth doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor

A/N: The Doctor is fruity, deal with it xx

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and you loved every minute of it. In that time he had shown you all kinds of things you had priorly deemed impossible; aliens with wiggly tentacles, a spaceship that defies the laws of 3 dimensional space, a buzzing device he calls the Sonic Screwdriver, and homicidal salt shakers with toilet plungers for arms to name just a few. 

It seemed that with every adventure he showed you something new and fascinating, constantly topping himself without even trying. There was so much in all of time and space it wasn’t that hard. Anything outside of the 21st century was new to you. 

This time, the Doctor had taken you to see a mechanics factory in the 35th century, but as always the adventure didn’t end there. Aside from new experiences, the Doctor could almost always promise some kind of trouble. He claimed he didn’t go searching for it but rather that it tended to follow him. Either way, most adventures with the Doctor involved some kind of mischief and usually a lot of running.

“It’s no good, you can only get in with an ID,” you groaned, popping your head back around the corner. “There’s a security guard checking everyone going in and out is an employee.” 

You were hiding in a hallway, hoping to get inside the establishment's headquarters. The Doctor had a hunch that malicious alien forces were behind the operation, but he couldn’t be sure without poking around further. Typical Doctor, he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“I can’t think of any legal ways to get in there,” you shrugged, turning to the Doctor for ideas. 

“I have identification,” the Doctor smirked, rummaging around in the seemingly endless pockets of his coat. 

“You’re not an employee,” you pointed out. 

The Doctor made a triumphant sound as he pulled what appeared to be a small black notebook out of the depths of his pocket. He flipped it open and you realized it wasn’t a notepad. The item was more like a police badge, minus the actual badge part.

He turned the paper towards you with a smile, clearly expecting you to be impressed 

“Aren’t I?” He grinned brightly, looking at you eagerly. “Psychic paper,” he explained, tapping the stark white paper with his finger.

You grabbed the item from him, squinting at it. You wanted to make sure you were reading it right, maybe your eyes were acting up. 

“This just says ‘I love you’?” You asked, handing the Doctor his weird paper back with a frown. 

“I think that flirting with the security guard is more of a Jack move,” you winced, not wanting to hurt his feelings. The Doctor was quite the charmer, but strategic flirting wasn’t his strong suit.

The Doctor grabbed his psychic paper from you, frowning at it aggressively. It wasn’t supposed to say that. 

“What-?” he asked, glaring at it the same way you did. Once the words registered with him he turned a dark shade of red. He should have been more careful when he handed it over to you.

“It’s not supposed to say that,” he mumbled his thoughts, trying to hide his fluster. 

“How does it work? Is it like a reusable notepad?” You asked, genuinely interested. Even if the Doctor’s tools could be finicky, they were interesting. Maybe he had just forgotten to erase the message from the last time he used it. 

“No, it’s supposed to show the reader what I want them to see,” he blushed, shaking the paper out like a Polaroid. Usually shaking the item would clear it, but those three words refused to fade from the paper. 

“Sometimes it’s a bit slow…” he said, really more to himself than to you. He was still shaking the paper, desperately trying to get the words to disappear. 

“So you were going to try and flirt with the security guard?” You frowned, now you were even more confused. The Doctor would much rather blow the whole place up than try and flirt his way through security. 

“No!” He said, almost a bit too quickly. He blushed again and averted his gaze, an anxious hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He hadn’t planned on telling you like this. He hadn’t planned on telling you at all.

“When I handed it over it was supposed to show you an employee ID,” he winced. You nodded, this much you knew. What you didn’t understand was the confession of love. 

“But I think the psychic paper picked up on my feelings instead,” he whispered. If you hadn’t been listening intently you might have missed the last few words. 

“Are you saying that you love me?” You frowned, looking at the floor with concentration, “or the security guard?” The second option seemed more viable at the moment.

For the first time in a century, the Doctor was speechless. He stared at you, wide-eyed and unblinking as you waited for his answer. If it was possible, his jaw might have fallen to the floor.

“He’s pretty handsome, I can’t blame you,” you added, peeking over the wall to look at the security guard again.

The Doctor shook himself out of it, rambling a string of incoherent words. “I- uh, wha-?” He stumbled, trying to form a sentence.

“I handed the paper to you.” He said definitively.

“It’s a really dramatic way to come out, Doctor.” You continued on, ignoring him. It’s not like you didn’t know already, he wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

“It didn’t say ‘I love men’!” He threw his hands up in distress. “It said ‘I love you’!”

You finally stopped rambling on about the security guard and turned your attention to the Doctor. His words caught up to you and tentatively you pointed at yourself as if there was any other you. The Doctor nodded exasperatedly as if to say “Yes, you!”

“You love me?” you asked, still pointing at yourself. 

“I think I’ve said it about four times now.” 

“You?” You pointed at the Doctor, “Love me?” 

“Blimey! Yes!” He shouted, frustrated now. You widened your eyes and anxiously checked around you, scared he might have given away your location. Thankfully, everyone appeared to be out of earshot. 

“Yes, I love you,” he whispered this time, his eyes boring into yours. You blinked slowly, your brain still refusing to process his confession. 

You smiled brightly, your grin taking over your entire face. The Doctor loved it when you lit up like this, your happiness radiating off of you. He felt a small smile of his own tugging at his lips just looking at you. 

“I hope that’s alright,” he whispered quietly. He would never forgive himself if he lost you over a psychic paper mishap. The embarrassment would be too much - he’d have to run away. Maybe to that planet inhabited by only rubber ducks? 

“That’s more than alright,” you grinned, a hand instinctively reaching up to his arm to comfort him. The fabric of his coat was cold against your palm, but you didn’t pull away.

The Doctor really smiled back at you now, the wild lopsided grin that was reserved just for you. The kind of smile that always made you laugh with joy. 

He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting your body off the ground in excitement. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. You laughed happily, waving your feet about slightly. 

The Doctor pulled back just enough to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. Neither of you could stop smiling, even as your lips met. You laughed against him, planting kisses across his face sloppily. Your lips brushed the tip of his nose, the arch of his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, and his jawline.

“The security guard is pretty cute though,” the Doctor teased with a sly smile. 

“I knew it!” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you did.

#10th doctor x reader #10th doctor/reader #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor/reader #doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #david tennant #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor who fanfiction #the doctor x reader #the doctor/reader #the doctor #psychic paper #doctor who bbc

[ticklishfiend]

The Gaang Gets Zuko (ATLA)

lee!zuko , ler!gaang :P

A/N : im having sooo much fun with this show rn, esp having fun attacking zuko as much as possible LOL im going bonkers. there’s no clear story or plot in this one, just the gaang being silly and zuko getting to be silly with them :P

Summary : separate short stories of each member of the gaang tickling zuko (and one where Zuko actually gets one back, read to find out who hehe)

Word Count : 5139

hope u enjoy!! <3

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It was strange how relaxed Zuko was starting to feel. The air seemed easier to breathe these days, despite everything he knew they were all about to go through. But that’s just it. Zuko knows he’s not alone. He has people, good people, behind him. Though he misses his Uncle greatly, it keeps Zuko motivated to know Iroh would be proud to see how far he’s come since they’d been separated.

Things are looking up, despite it all, and Zuko’s especially happy he gets to feel that in good company.

“So, like this, right?” Aang asked, getting into position for the new firebending move Zuko’s trying to teach him. 

“Um…not quite,” Zuko walked behind him, grabbing his shoulders to gently adjust his stance. “You want your shoulders back a little more, it’ll help your balance. And you should have your waist turned a bit to the side, like this…” Zuko gently gripped onto Aang’s sides, but was startled at how quickly Aang jumped away with a surprised laugh.

“Aaah–tickles, tickles!” Aang giggled, rubbing the sensation away with his arms.

Zuko frowned with his hands on his hips, “Seriously? I barely touched you.”

Katara snickered as she watched them train, bending water in the air lazily like a fidget. “Aang’s more sensitive than most. Remember that wound your sister gave him on his foot? Yeah, that took way, way longer than it should have. He wouldn’t stop squirming.”

“It’s not my fault your water’s so tickly!” Aang cringed at the memory. He took a deep breath before turning back to Zuko, getting into position. “Okay, I’m ready this time. You just surprised me.”

Zuko lifted an eyebrow before trying again, this time with less giggly results. Zuko wasn’t used to such silliness when it came to training, but it was endearing to see Aang was comfortable enough with him to act like that (even if it was slightly annoying).

They trained for another 15 or so minutes before Zuko called for a break, ready for his pre-lunch meditation. He leaned down to gather some of his scattered things into a bag, not noticing the figure creeping up behind him. Before he knew it, Zuko felt two hands give quick pinches to his hip. “AH-! Ggghaha-!” a strangled giggle fell out of him before he could stop it, squirming out of the grip and whipping his body around.

Aang stood behind him with a grin and hands raised in surrender, “Sorry, I had to get you back for earlier.”

Zuko scowled with a pink face, trying very hard to ignore Katara giggling behind Aang. “But I wasn’t even trying to tickle you earlier,” he groaned, turning back around but keeping his guard up. “It’s unfair catching me off guard like that.”

“Yeah, but you gotta admit, that sound you just made was pretty funny,” Aang snickered, sitting down next to Katara and stealing some of her water to fidget with as well. 

Zuko sighed, turning around to hide his warm face. “Whatever, I’m gonna meditate. Don’t bother me unless it’s for lunch,” he said before walking out of their view to his normal meditation spot.

-

Zuko was sat on his bed reading a book Uncle had given him forever ago. Being on the run meant he never really had time to just sit and read (and maybe it was partly his pride that wouldn’t allow him to do something he deemed so lazy), but honestly it wasn’t half bad. Sure, he could be training right now, but everyone else seemed content doing their own thing so maybe that was okay for him too. Uncle always said proper relaxation was an important tool for a warrior to learn.

His reading time, however, was cut short when he heard a knock at his doorway. Zuko looked up to see Sokka peeking his head around the corner.

“You need something?” Zuko asked, sitting his book down on the bed.

“Well, I–uh…” Sokka cleared his throat shuffling awkwardly in the doorway. “I was just wondering if you would, uh–help me out with something? It’s nothing major! You really don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with, y’know, training the Avatar and everything, but like, I mean, if you maybe had the time–”

“Sokka,” Zuko interrupted his ramblings, holding the book up for him to see. “I’m not exactly doing anything important right now. I can do you a favor if you need it.”

Sokka sighed, “Okay, that’s good to hear because I really need your help right now,” he shuffled into Zuko’s room defeatedly, plopping himself next to the prince and throwing his head in his hands. “I think I sorta suck at hand-to-hand combat.”

Zuko nearly laughed at that. “Are you serious? You guys managed to take out every team I threw at you, and you think you’re bad at combat?”

“Yeah, but that was when I had everybody with me! You know, benders?!” Sokka sighed, “I’m not a bender, so having them with me to fight is like, insanely helpful. But…what if I end up alone at the next battle? What if I lose my sword? I’ll be useless! I need to know how to fight with my fists at least a little before we go out there.”

All this did was confuse Zuko even more. “Your girlfriend is a Kyoshi Warrior. Why aren’t you asking her for help? She’s the only other non-bender on the team, it seems pretty obvious.”

Sokka blushed and turned his head away, “Well that’s…actually part of it,” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “She’s so good at combat. And she’s a great teacher, don’t get me wrong! Everything I know about fighting, it came from her. But…I feel so stupid. We spar all the time, but she’s the one teaching me the moves, she knows what strategy I’m gonna take! I kinda…I wanna impress her during our next spar. Maybe show her something she hasn’t seen me do before,” Sokka looked up at Zuko with an unsure face. “I thought maybe you could teach me a thing or two?”

Zuko just stared for a moment, thinking it over. Sokka had that puppy-dog look on his face he always gets when he’s trying to win someone over…unfortunately for Zuko, he’s really good at that face. 

Zuko sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before standing and making his way towards the door. “I can’t promise it’ll help you any. I’m better at fighting with my bending than just plain combat. You’re already in good hands with Suki.”

Sokka jumped up, following behind Zuko like a puppy. “I know, but I just wanna see if it helps,” he wrapped an arm around the back of Zuko’s neck as they walked, the boy in question not acknowledging the touch whatsoever. “Can’t hurt to try, right?”

Zuko peeked an eye towards Sokka. “Whatever.”

They found an open area to spar, somewhere away from everyone else so no one could spill the “secret” to Suki. Not like anyone actually cared, but Sokka insisted this was the best move to make. 

They fought for a while, Sokka showing off the moves he learned from Suki, and Zuko trying to teach him anything that popped into his head that Sokka might not already know. But…the spar wasn’t really turning out the way Zuko had envisioned before they started.

Sokka was actually really good at this. Like, stupid good. Way better than he had given himself credit for just about an hour ago. He’d already pinned Zuko probably 5 times, and Zuko only got him down once. It was sorta embarrassing. Zuko kept reminding himself that the guy had been trained by a literal Kyoshi warrior, so it shouldn’t be that surprising.

Still, though. It did take a tiny blow to his ego that the guy asking him for training was practically kicking his butt right now.

“Woohoo! Down for the count again!” Sokka whooped from behind Zuko. The boy was pinned on his front, arms behind his back.

“I thought you wanted help,” Zuko wheezed, twisting his wrists in Sokka’s hold to no avail. “Now it feels like you just wanted bragging rights,” he mumbled.

Sokka didn’t say anything. Actually, he just kept looking down at Zuko with this look. His eyes a little wide, his lips sucked behind his teeth. 

You’re kidding. You’re kidding.

“Are you serious?!” Zuko yelled, starting to actually fight under Sokka’s hold now that he felt thoroughly pissed off. “Why would you lie about that?! You could’ve just asked for a spar!”

Sokka stammered, “Well, I was serious at first! I wasn’t lying! I really did want your help!” He paused, baring his teeth a little in guilt. “Buuuut…after we started sparring, I realized I was way better than I thought I was. I don’t know why, but I just kinda figured you’d be able to take me down with no trouble! You’re like, royally trained or something, right?”

Zuko frowned, “Yeah. I am,” he said. “In firebending.”

Sokka’s brows shot up. “Oh yeaaaah. Didn’t really think about that,” he chuckled nervously.

A beat passed in silence before both of them realized Sokka was still on top of him. Zuko twisted his wrists in Sokka’s hands, “Well? Are you gonna get off me?”

“I don’t really trust you not to turn me into bacon right now.”

“Sokka.”

Sokka laughed, “Y’know, it’s kinda funny if you think about it. Last year I used to run from you, and now I’ve got you literally pinned under me. I mean, really, it just writes itself!”

Zuko groaned, pressing his forehead to the floor. “You are…beyond annoying.”

“I’m just saying, if I had all this Kyoshi training last year, we might not even be here right now. Or maybe you’d have joined our group back then, after seeing how much of an asset to the team I am!” Sokka teased, pressing his body weight against Zuko’s arms so he could flex a muscle in Zuko’s eyeshot. 

Then, Sokka went quiet for a moment. Suspiciously quiet. Zuko was not a fan of his disadvantage right now. 

“Hey, who’s that fire nation girl that’s always hanging around your sister? You know, the one that can paralyze people?”

Zuko sighed, “That would be Ty Lee. Get off.”

“Yeah, Ty Lee! Man, it’d be so cool if she wasn’t the worst,” Sokka adjusted his grip a bit, like he was trying to get a better hold for something. What in the world is he planning?! “I bet I could learn a thing or two from that girl, strengthen up my fighting style a bit,” Sokka shrugged, “Eh, I bet I could be self taught. I just gotta find the right nerve…”

Before Zuko could even process what he was talking about, Sokka started poking up and down Zuko’s open sides, using one finger to poke one side, then the other, then back again. Over and over and over. 

“G-GaAH!” Zuko’s body jumped under the assault, squirming under his hold. “N-No, Sokka, let me–gohoho!” He giggled involuntarily, trying his best to hide his face in the floor while also trying to jerk away from Sokka’s ticklish hold.

“No, hold on, I think I’m getting the hang of this!” Sokka teased, poking up into Zuko’s ribs. Zuko couldn’t help the squeaky giggles falling from his lips, it was mortifying. He kicked his legs out behind Sokka like it would do anything, but with how good the boy had gotten at these warrior pins, Zuko didn’t stand a chance.

“S-stohohop! This is sohoho–ahaha so stuhupid!” Zuko cackled, writhing when he felt Sokka start pinching at his bony ribs. He could feel his face growing warmer by the second, horribly embarrassed by how easily Sokka can drag him into his playful little games.

“Okay, okay, just oneeee more thing,” Sokka said before bringing his hand up to flutter soft fingers against Zuko’s neck and ears. Crapcrapcrapcrap that really tickles. Zuko immediately fell into the most disgusting, high-pitched, girly-ish giggles he’s ever produced. It. Was. Terrible.

“Nohoho! Come ohohon! This is–ahaha this is so unfahahair!” Zuko whined, pulling against the hands holding him hostage. “This is assahahault!”

Sokka cackled at that, finally letting go of his very ticklish victim. He stood and backed away enough to let Zuko catch his breath, wiping a mirthful tear from his eye.

“You–pfff!! You’re so ticklish! Who woulda guessed that?!” Sokka laughed, practically doubled over in it. Zuko grumbled on the ground, sitting up and stretching his arms.

“And you are so childish,” he groveled, before launching at Sokka while he wasn’t paying attention. He grabbed around the boy’s waist and brought him to the ground with an ‘oof!’, the pair roughing it out for a moment before Zuko got the upper hand (Sokka was still laughing too much to put up a real fight). On the ground, Zuko had him trapped in a reverse bear hug, finding an opening near Sokka’s stomach to dig his own fingers in and make Sokka howl.

“Say you’re sorry!” Zuko grunted, trying to avoid a head butt from Sokka’s frantic squirming. “Say it!”

“AAAHH! AAAHAhahaha! I’m–! I’m ssssahahahah!” Sokka cackled, struggling to find the words with fingers digging incessantly into his stomach. Even in his wild state, Sokka could tell Zuko wasn’t very used to this, his tickling-style a little more rough than what he’s used to with the others. But luckily for Zuko, Sokka was a little too ticklish for it to actually affect anything.

“What? You can dish it but you can’t take it?!” Zuko fired back with his usual angry tone, though it was really hard to take seriously when he started pinching at Sokka’s side so viciously. 

“I cahaha–! It’s tooohohohoo–! AAAHH-!" Sokka's screaming laugh echoed through the temple, his head jerking back and forth. Zuko's fingers were getting tired, and this whole thing felt so stupid, but it was the principle of the thing! This is...how it works, right?

Zuko kept tickling despite not really knowing what he was doing, avoiding flailing limbs and a jerking head all the while. And right, right before he was about to just call it quits, he heard a cough from just outside his peripheral.

The pair froze, Zuko feeling his entire face grow warm in the matter of seconds. They both turned their heads slowly to see Suki standing there with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in question.

"You two having fun in here?" Suki asked through a smile, clearly on the verge of laughing. Zuko dropped Sokka like a sack of potatoes, standing up quickly with a finger pointed right at Sokka.

“He started this! He attacked me first, but–but I got out! And then he started laughing, and, I mean–it was so stupid! This is so stupid!” Zuko yelled in embarrassment, throwing his hands up to cover his whole face.

Suki giggled and walked over towards her boyfriend on the ground. “Aw, did the big mean firebender get you?” She teased a frowning (and blushing) Sokka. Suki held out her hand to him, “Come on, get up.”

Sokka took it with a scowl, refusing to make eye contact with Zuko. At least, until Sokka remembered how this whole thing started, his whole demeanor lighting up in an instant. “Oh you’ll never believe this. I beat Zuko. In a spar,” he whooped, looking over towards the firebending to find him scowling with his arms crossed. “Actually, it was like ten!”

“Six. It was just six,” Zuko squinted at Sokka in contempt.

“Okay, but six is still a lot compared to your one win,” Sokka boasted, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

Suki pulled herself out of his hold, “Uh, sure, but I think after what I saw, Zuko’s still the winner here,” she said, shooting an affirming smile Zuko’s way. 

Sokka dropped his jaw, “What?! But–But I beat him! Like, TONS of times?!” He exclaimed, “And I’m the one that started that! I tickled Zuko first, he totally went down!”

“When I was already pinned!” Zuko argued, angry he couldn’t make his blush fade any faster.

Suki sucked her teeth, “Sokka, if you started this, that’s even worse,” she shrugged. “You cheated. Zuko’s clearly the winner here, he just finished what you started” Suki pat Sokka’s back, shooting Zuko an empathetic look. “Sorry my boyfriend’s so childish. If you ever want a real spar, you know where to find me.”

Zuko looked surprised, really expecting her to tease him like everybody else did. “Oh, uh…yeah, whatever. Sure.”

Suki smiled, taking Sokka by the shoulders and walking him off. Zuko could hear her scolding as they walked away, “Next time we spar, I’ll show you how a real warrior cheats.”

Zuko wasn’t really sure how to take that. In fact, he decided it was probably best to ignore whatever that meant. Instead, he just grabbed his bag and tried forgetting this whole embarrassing mess ever happened.

–

“Zuko, I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry, I never meant for this to happen!” Aang practically cried behind Zuko, his words muffled under the hands he used to cover his mouth in guilt. “If you never wanna train me again, I’d understand. I just…I’m so sorry. I’m so—”

“Aang, it’s fine. I already told you it’s fine,” Zuko sighed, propping his bare foot up on the stool of earth Toph made for him. “Believe me, I’ve been burned way worse than this.”

“But that’s different!” Aang cried, falling on his butt to hide his face in his knees. “I can’t believe I burned someone. Again.”

“You’re still learning. It happens,” Zuko winced when Katara took hold of his ankle to get a better look at the burn. “Trust me, I burned a few of my trainers when I was growing up too. It’s just part of firebending. Once you’ve mastered it, you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Aang lifted his head with a sniffle. “Yeah…I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Still feel bad, though.”

“As long as it doesn’t affect your training going further, I really don’t care,” Zuko shrugged, leaning back against his hands.

“That’s a little rude, don’t you think?” said Katara, popping the cork from her water bottle.

“Not really. I don’t care. I’m fine, and Aang will be too,” Zuko said, before gasping as Katara let the healing water wash over his feet. He jerked his foot back off the stool, making Katara raise an eyebrow.

“Zuko?” She looked down at the empty stool. “Kinda need your foot for this.”

Aang lit up, the smile finally returned to his face when he realized with a giggle, “I forgot! Zuko’s ticklish!”

“I am not! It just surprised me!” Zuko argued, throwing his foot back on the stool with confidence (though the pout he sported said otherwise).

Katara snickered, holding her water up so Zuko could see. “Well it’s a good thing you aren’t ticklish then, cause Aang could barely sit still last time I did this to him.”

“Yeah, Toph nearly had to earthbend my hands to the ground to keep me from moving,” Aang nodded, clearly feeling more chipper than a moment ago. Zuko cringed at the thought, shaking his head to clear it from overthinking.

“That will not be necessary,” Zuko huffed. “Just get to it, I’ll be fine. We need to get back to training.”

Katara shrugged, bringing the water to his foot and starting the healing process. Zuko immediately gasped again, his foot nearly jerking off the stool. He caught himself this time, but no one in the room missed the flinch.

Well, except for Toph, but only out of technicality’s sake.

“Your hearts racing, Sparky,” Toph sang, never missing an opportunity to tease their resident grump.

“Shut up, Toph,” Zuko said through bared teeth, straining himself to keep from letting a giggle slip. He squirmed in his seat, toes clenching and unclenching involuntarily. If he can just get through this without cracking, there’ll be nothing for these weirdos to tease him about. He can do this.

“Y’know, you should probably breathe soon. Don’t want you dying on us while I’m healing you,” Katara said, looking up from her water at Zuko’s puffed cheeks and pink face. He’d been too focused to even realize he was holding his breath in the first place. Slowly, Zuko exhaled through his nose before flinching hard again at a more solid sensation in the center of his foot.

“Grrk–!” Zuko jumped, scowling at Katara who started snickering.

“Sorry, my finger slipped,” she grinned, making the other two start giggling at his expense. 

“It’s really okay if you need to laugh, Zuko,” said Aang. “There’s no way I could’ve held it in like you are.”

“I said I’m fine. It doesn’t even…” Zuko huffed, the water finding a particularly sensitive spot right at the worst time possible, making him growl through a giggle. He shut his eyes tight, “Juhust shut up.”

–

At first, his days in the air on Appa were something Zuko wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He had to admit, it was definitely cool getting to ride a sky-bison thousands of feet in the air after he’d been told his whole life the species had gone extinct with the rest of the air-benders. There was some excitement to it the first couple rides he got to experience.

But after about the fifth time, it was really starting to get old.

“I thought I knew what boredom felt like when I was out camping with Uncle, but this is really something else,” Zuko groaned, throwing his head over the side of the saddle.

“Zukoooo, remember what I keep telling you about the positive attitude?” Aang reminded him from Appa’s head, steering the bison in what felt like the same direction for hours.

“No, he’s right. This is super boring,” Sokka whined, picking at Appa’s fur with a pout.

“Don’t you guys ever, I don’t know…play any games while you’re up here?” Zuko asked, feeling a little silly about it. Playing games was so childish, but it seemed to fit this group’s whole vibe pretty well. Couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

“Yeah we used to, until Toph took it too seriously one time and Katara banned fun,” Sokka shot a look at his sister, who scoffed at the mention.

“Um, I did not ban fun. I banned Pushies,” Katara corrected him with a squint.

“Ah, Pushies. The good ole days when having a laugh wasn’t forbidden by Her Highness,” said Toph, nearly making Katara blow a fuse.

Zuko hated to ask, but this was the most entertained he’d felt in the past two hours. With an incredulous look, he asked, “What’s Pushies?”

“It was the best,” Sokka sighed like he was daydreaming. “Toph and I would push each other back and forth until one of us got too scared and called quits.”

“Which I never did, by the way–”

“Uh, not true! You know you called quits that one time-”

“Because you nearly pushed me off Appa!”

“Not true AGAIN! You couldn’t see it, but you were totally fine-”

“Oh so because I’m blind it’s my fault they won’t let us play Pushies anymore?!”

“That’s not what I meant-!”

“GUYS!” Aang shouted, throwing a stern look over his shoulder towards the group. The pair went silent before both slouching back against the saddle. “No. Pushies.”

They both grumbled to themselves, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Zuko looked to the sky at their bickering, thankful his temper wasn’t like it used to be.

“Games other than Pushies exist, you know. We just have to make one up,” he suggested, sitting criss-crossed to face the group. 

“Did you play any games on that murder-ship you used to ride?” Katara asked with a tone, her mood clearly a bit dampened.

Zuko grimaced, “I was kinda too focused on capturing Aang for games back then.” Zuko sighed, throwing his head and arms back over the saddle to stare into the sky. “Forget it. Let’s just go back to sitting in silence.”

It seemed like the rest of the group agreed, because for the next few minutes that’s exactly what they did. The wind whistling in their ears was the only sound to focus on.

That is, until Zuko felt something tweak his side, making him squeak an awful sound. He whipped his head around to find everyone suspiciously not looking at him. Sokka picked at his fingers, Katara seemed a little too interested in the cloth of her dress, and Toph…well, she looked straight ahead, but that was to be expected.

Zuko fumed, “Who did that?”

Sokka looked up from his fingers, “Hm? Who did what?”

Oh, Zuko was so onto them. Pointing a finger at Sokka with a squint, “Don’t. Do it. Again.” He said sternly, before turning back around towards the sky. Zuko swore he could hear them snickering behind him, but hoped that would be the end of it.

Another minute went by with nothing, and for some reason Zuko really thought he evaded trouble with that intimidation move he pulled. Clearly he didn’t know this group well enough yet.

Another tweak to his side, this one closer to his ribs this time. Anything near his ribs always made him flinch hard, his elbow shooting down to cover the area with a giggly shout. Zuko growled when he faced them, “Seriously, who’s doing this?!” They all looked up at him like they were clueless. He’s gonna kill them. “Answer me!”

Finally, he heard Toph giggle, clearly unaffected by his little hissy fit. “It was me. Both times, actually,” she grinned, throwing a leg over her knee. “What, you gonna do something about it?”

Zuko’s jaw locked forward, feeling like he was breathing smoke out of his nose. His hands clenched beside him, telling himself it would probably not be the “right thing” throwing this twelve year old over the side of Appa.

With a grumble, he fixed his face and looked up to the sun above him. “You people are crazy.” Zuko crossed his arms and slumped against the saddle, decidedly not turning away from Toph this time. Everyone got a chuckle out of that, even Aang.

“No, I think Toph’s the crazy one,” he chuckled, smiling over his shoulder. “The rest of us are pretty normal, right?”

Zuko deadpanned Aang’s way. “No.”

Toph crawled over beside Zuko, who nearly flinched at her presence. “Lighten up, Sparky! Remember what Aang said? Positive attitude?” She accentuated Aang’s words with more tweaks to Zuko’s side, these far more ticklish now that she doesn’t have to hide it. Zuko jumped with a giggly shout, trying hard to hide his side with his elbow, but that just made Toph reach around his back to get his other side.

“Gah-! N-Nohoho!” He complained, pushing at her hands and face. “Quihit!”

“Cmooon I’m bored! This is the most entertained I’ve been in hours!” Toph tickled into Zuko’s ribs as she talked, making him fall over on his side in giggles. He kept pushing at her with his hands, but his stupid body kept betraying him, his elbows shooting down to cover the area too much to really fight back.

“Toph-! Tohohoph!” Zuko squealed, everyone around laughing at his funny noises. These people are the worst. “Gahaha! Get her ohoff mehehe!” He cackled, feeling her fingers vibrate into his ribs and stomach at the same time. Zuko’s eyes were scrunched tight in mirth, feeling silly and stupid and ticklish.

“This is too good. You sound like a girl!” Toph laughed, poking into his side like a typewriter. Zuko couldn’t stop giggling, flipping over on his stomach to crawl away (though he didn’t have much room, cramped on this stupid saddle with the rest of these freaks). He opted for crawling as close to Katara as he could get, praying she’d take pity on him and make Toph stop embarrassing him already.

Katara chuckled, “Okay, I think he’s had enough,” grabbing for Toph’s wrist (her hand still trying to worm it’s way under Zuko’s armpit) Katara pulled Toph away from Zuko as he slumped close to her side panting.

“Aweee, what?! I was just getting started!” Toph whined, making another grabbing motion in Zuko’s general direction that had him flinching with a squeak.

“You heard her, quit it!” Zuko griped, trying to silently maneuver himself as far from Toph as possible without her hearing. It was like a game of cat and mouse, Toph listening for any subtle sound Zuko made for her to launch her free arm in his direction, making him zip out of her reach before she could grab him. 

“Cut it out, this is ridiculous!” Zuko complained, getting behind Sokka and gripping his shoulders like a human shield. “Ha! How ‘bout that, shortstack?!” 

“Hey! Don’t rope me into this–AHH! NO! NONONOHohohoho!!” Sokka fell over on his side in giggles the moment Katara let go of Toph’s arm, the shorter girl launching for his sides.

“This’ll do for now!” Toph cheered, digging into Sokka’s waist with her rough fingers and making him howl. “I’ll catch you eventually, Sparky! Just wait til I’m finished with him!” she grinned wickedly, Sokka losing his mind just below her.

“But you already—! Gah, forget it,” Zuko sighed, crawling silently over beside Katara to hopefully avoid getting involved in that mess again. “She’s ruthless.”

Katara giggled, shooting Zuko a smile, “You get used to it.”

-

Zuko caught himself smiling at dinner. It was weird, usually when he smiled, it felt like an intentional move. Smiling to convince someone he’s happy, or smiling to fake innocence. But tonight…he started smiling before he even realized he was doing it.

Aang was telling some silly story from over 100 years ago, something from his childhood before all this. It was a stupid story, something Zuko would’ve found himself scoffing at if he had heard it even just a few months ago.

But things are good now. He felt good. Happiness came easy to him, like breathing or pulling fire from his hands. Zuko never thought he’d get to feel this again after everything he’d gone through, but these weirdos just had a way with him.

Something about these people, his friends, was always able to make him smile. They were annoying. They’re loud. They’re way too touchy, and always in his personal space. Like now, with Toph curled against his side as she laughed along to Aang’s story.

And yet? Zuko’s come to be okay with that. He’s come to like it about them, as crazy as it sounds. 

The fire he sat in front of now didn’t have to be a threat. It was home.

—

A/N : i was all over the place writing this LMAO hope yall like it anyways cause it was fun to write!! pls consider reblogging if u enjoyed!! <3

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[viviennevermillion]

When you faint in his arms

notes: just the contrast between how dottore treats his test subjects vs. how dottore treats you shfbsnjfks. idk shit about biology and medicine my only source for this are the couple of times I had to call an ambulance because of dehydration paired with demonic cramps from hell

contains: dottore x gn!reader, reader is dehydrated

warnings: fainting + associated symptoms, human experiments (not on the reader), murder, murder threats, needles, medical procedures, dottore is a warning but he treats the reader well, reader watches dottore perform the very questionable experiments

After spending a long day outside in the cold on Fatui business, you visit Dottore in his lab because he had invited you to tell you more about his research

You will never be able to separate Dottore from his questionable human experiments but he was willing to compromise on the test subjects and switch his focus from innocent citizens to the worst of the Snezhnayan prisoners once he realized that made you a lot more willing to discuss that part of his work with him

There is still snow on your head and coat so once Dottore sees you enter his lab, he wraps his large coat, that had previously been draped over a chair, around your shoulders

He kisses your forehead and notices how cold your skin is so he pulls you into a warm embrace as if that alone was enough to warm you over the course of 2-3 minutes.

"Would you like to sit down in front of the heater for a while? I can postpone the experiment for half an hour", he offers but you shake your head and grab his hand.

Dottore prepares a chair for you before concentrating on his experiment. The subject in question is a middle-aged man who whimpers "Please I have a family" on the metal table. "Nice try but you killed your family last June and all that's left of them is a couple of limbs. Your file shows the whole photographic slideshow you made of the process", Dottore grabs a bottle from his shelf.

"Please, lord, forgive me, I will atone for my sins", the man cries, sending his prayer to the heavens but receiving no answer.

"What's in the bottle?", you ask. "Pure alcohol", Dottore turns to you and shows you a model of the human head that's on his desk, "and this is where we put the needle." You were questioning for a moment if he got that right or if you were misunderstanding something. "On the inside of the nostril??", you raised your eyebrows as one of his clones shrugged. "It's a little complicated", he explains.

You stood up and walked closer to Dottore as he filled the syringe with the pure alcohol and inserted the needle into the subject.

He seemed very concentrated on his work, yet he noticed something was up with you even before you did. In a matter of minutes were feeling dizzy and nauseous. Your legs felt like they were going to give in any minute now and you grabbed onto the table with the experimental tools for support. You were feeling cold, way colder than you had outside in the snow and your limbs were shaking.

"Y/n, what's wrong?", you suddenly had Dottore's whole attention and he looked at you with a serious expression. Your vision got blurry and you lost your sense of balance, tumbling backwards. Thankfully Dottore caught you before you could get hurt by the fall.

Fading in and out of consciousness, you couldn't respond to anything the harbinger said. You didn't witness how he snapped at his assistants and clones to grab the medical supplies and prepare a room for you to rest in.

He just left the subject on the table and told some of the remaining assistants to finish the experiment, excusing himself to one of the side rooms to run some tests on your condition.

A part of him worries that seeing the experiment had caused you distress; that it was too much for you to handle and that he was the cause of the state you were in

When he found out the cause of your condition was dehydration and exhaustion from all the work you've done for the Fatui, he scolds you for not taking better care of yourself but his voice is laced with worry. The assistants exchange some questioning glances because they never thought they'd see the cruel scientist tend to another person like this.

The "medical supplies" his clone brings consist of a single first aid kit and a couple of medications that are dusty and were buried in the lowest drawer of his supply chamber. Yeah.....Dottore has not used that in ages.

Needless to say all the infusions were expired

Basically snaps at his assistants to get the necessary equipment and threatens to turn them into ruin machines if they aren't back in 5 minutes at maximum.

So basically these people are running for their lives through the palace trying to find your medical supplies.

Meanwhile Dottore sits on a chair next to the hospital bed he put you on and wraps his coat tighter around you as he notices how much you're still shaking. "It'll be better soon", he says quietly and caresses your cheek to comfort you, "I'm sorry for yelling just now. I hope this didn't make it worse."

He'll let you lean onto him and rubs your back gently.

All the softness in his expression instantly disappears when his assistants enter the room again. "Good. You'll get to live", he sends them an icy glare and tells them to get out of his sight as he grabs the medical supplies.

He gestures for the clone he brought to the room to sit closer to your bed as he prepares the needle for your infusion. "This may sting a little", he explains and guides the clone's arm to you, "you can squeeze his hand if you want to. Like this." He squeezes your hand gently and rubs your knuckles with his thumb before placing a kiss onto your hand.

You do as he told you and Dottore attaches the IV to your arm.

He then relocates you to a more comfortable bed in one of the empty bedrooms for the test subjects that his staff has tried to make more comfortable for you in the past 20 minutes.

Dottore takes his mask off and gives you a forehead kiss. One of his assistants barge in with a question related to the experiment and Dottore hisses "Can't you see that I'm busy, solve it on your own."

After the assistant leaves with a muttered apology, Dottore takes off his tie and vest and lays down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

"Are you feeling better now?", he asks, making sure you're almost fully covered with the two blankets he got for you. You nod and he nuzzles your neck in relief. "You should rest a little, love", he kisses your cheek and holds your hand as you drift off to sleep.

Dottore always keeps an eye on the IV and your condition, removing it when you were stable enough and no longer needed it.

He hears a groan from you as you open your eyes to look into his red ones. "Did I wake you? Apologies", his voice is quiet and he presses a kiss to your lips, something he had been yearning for for hours now, before getting you a glass of water. "Make sure you drink enough", he tells you and waits while you finish drinking the whole glass.

There's a little window in the room that gives view to the lab so when he sees the lights go out, Dottore presses a kiss to your forehead and cheek.

"I'll have to make sure everything proceeded accordingly today, I'll be back in a bit. I'll be there for you if you need me though, so don't hesitate to call for me", he gives you another kiss to the lips before exiting the room

He comes back a couple of seconds later with his clone and he pushes him down onto the edge of your bed. "Here, you can hold this one if you want."

Dottore's segments all have his mindset and feelings so the ones he made after getting together with you are all desperate for your affection because Prime Dottore gets most of it. The difference is, the clone never got held before so he's very stiff in your arms but obviously enjoys every second of it.

He looks very disappointed once Prime Dottore comes back and sends him away.

Dottore gives you a deep kiss before carrying you away from the lab bridal style. He'll bring you to his room so you two can rest in a more comfortable place. He'll have someone bring you your favorite food.

"Take better care of yourself next time", he tells you and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his hair, "I love you."

He rarely ever said these words unless he felt you wanted to hear them or when he was worried about you.

"I love you too. Thank you for taking care of me today", you reply with a smile and pull him into a kiss. He melts into your touch and kisses you back, sighing as he pulls you even closer to him.

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #genshin impact #dottore x you #dottore #il dottore

[sky-is-the-limit]

It’s up to you, any kind tbh<3

Well, you're leaving it up to me so you know what that means...

🔞 NSFW headcanons ahead. More specifically,

Kinks I think Phillip Graves would have:

➳ Orgasm Play

Specifically denial. It would be his favourite activity on his days off. Why? Denying orgasm can be a profound way to build tension, make sex last longer, create and prolong desire. It would be his expertise, torturing you like that to have you beg and beg for him to let you finish.

It would feed the dominant Commander inside of him to watch you struggle and whimper while trying your hardest to convince him that you deserve it. "Only good girls get to cum, baby and you were nothing but a filthy slut tonight."

The mascara running down your cheeks along with hot tears, sweat forming on your skin like raindrops and your voice strained from pleading would only fuel him to do it more, again and again until he was satisfied enough with your efforts.

➳ Degradation

His favourite. Both verbal and physical. Yours too, don't deny it.

His Southern accent would be dripping like hot wax on your skin whenever he'd whisper against the shell of your ear pure filth, even in public settings. He would love to do it in a room full of people just to watch the goosebumps decorate your skin and desire pumping like hot blood visibly on your face.

"Who was that, huh? You can't help but act like a little slut to whoever gives you attention. Who do you belong to." His arrogance and ego would set off his jealousy quicker, wishing to put whatever man dared to make sweet eyes at you under the ground and teach you a lesson or two.

He would adore it if you played along, acting all helpless and eager for his touch “Treat me like the little whore I am, Commander.” He would drag your ass into the parking lot and fuck you against the side door, in plain sight.

His mouth would put the worst sinner to shame. "You dirty little whore, you love chocking on my cock, don't you? It's the only thing you're good for." His tone pure mockery for your fragile dignity and he'd love every second of corrupting it.

Physical degradation too. Having you on your knees for way too long or cumming all over your body and refusing to let you take a shower just to see his far you'd go for him.

➳ Impact Play

Phillip Graves would be a traditional man. Don't imagine whips or paddles with him, just his large, strong hands.

He would have a fascination with your ass, firmly grabbing it whenever you'd straddle his lap, playfully slapping it when you'd pass by in front of him and, oh, his favourite..

Discipline. "Actions have consequences. Now strip and bend over my knee, doll." In his office, in the living room, he wouldn't care. You defied him? Made him jealous or worried? He'd have you count out loud while spanking your behind so intensely that you'd feel the sensation for the next days to come.

➳ Restraints

Handcuffs would be his favourite. One tool, many positions. Cuffing your hands to your front or back to have you only use your mouth when sucking him off or binding you on the bed to restrict your movements whilst he'd fuck you merciless would be the most common.

It'd be another way for him to assert dominance and power over you, whether he'd be using softer materials or metal handcuffs and ropes, that would be judged by the environment or your behaviour.

If you were good for him, he'd cuff you to the bed bare naked and spend precious moments kissing all over your body, stimulating your sensitive areas and giving you pleasure after pleasure without you having to lift a finger.

If you were in need of discipline and a reminder of who's in charge, Graves would not just restrict your arms but legs as well to make the build up even more torturous and unbearable to break you down completely before using you as he sees fit.

➳ Power Exchange

He does it with his soldiers, he does it with his enemies, he does it with the world. What makes you think that you'd be an exempt?

For Graves it wouldn't be just a sign of respect but also one of his biggest turn ons. To be called 'sir' from your sweet lips and watch your attitude change entirely to please him and show submission? This man would be over the moon.

Call him by his rank and he'd make sure that you wouldn't be walking properly the next few days.

➳ Sensory Depravation

At its core, you're giving up control to another person and allowing them to take control. His favourite would be a blindfold, specifically his tie. Imagine him fully dressed in a suit, his white collar shirt undone at the top to show off his defined chest and the red silky tie that was decorating it now over your eyes.

When you’re blindfolded, all of your other senses become enhanced. Graves' touch on your skin more acutely, smells become more vibrant, and orgasms can even be more intense.

The arousal rushing through his veins would be enough to send him over the edge. Just sight of you fully naked on the bed, not knowing what his next move would be, your surprised sighs and gasps whenever he'd decide to touch you.

➳ Brat Taming

I'm a firm believer that this man was born to be just that. He would enjoy the bickering, the sarcastic remarks, the delusional idea that you could have the upper hand in any way with him and the journey to have you begging on your knees to be forgiven for your attitude.

He'd find it thrilling for you to attempt to disobey or question his dominance just to have it proven to you over and over again. All the playfulness, the cat and mouse play would fuel his passion and sex drive even more.

"Since you want to be a brat, tonight you will only speak when spoken to unless I tell you otherwise, you are going to learn to watch that little fucking mouth of yours, understand? Now come here and put it to a better use."

All the taunting, pushing boundaries, and really testing the Commander's limits in hope of causing a reaction would only unlock his filthiest fantasies and excitement.

"Oh, yeah? What’s the worst that can happen, Commander?" Oh, you have a long night ahead of you.

➳ Gun play

This would only work if you were under his command. It would start with you interrupting him when he's performing his sacred gun cleaning ritual. He'd have you sit on his lap and rub the head of his gun against your clit as though it was a harmless toy then force you to take it in your mouth and lick it clean.

The motions of your tongue sliding up and down, your lips wrapped around it without breaking eye contact would be enough to have him come undone in his pants.

Just the sight of you recieving pleasure from a weapon that took lives not so long ago would flip a switch in his brain chemistry, turn him into an animal and fuck you in a way that would guarantee you needing to be carried out of there.

#This is more like a part 1 #cod smut #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #mw2 #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x you #task force 141 #141 x reader #captain price smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #gaz smut #soap smut #könig x reader #cod

[xhdream]

do u write reactions ?? i’m thinking so hard about cumming from just xdz’ tip n how they’d react and you’re the first writer i thought of :3

xdinary heroes - #just the tip

smut | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

cw: sub!reader, dirty talk, oral sex, masturb., pet names

a/n: here you go, anon! this is the first time i write something like this, and i’m so sorry if it’s not what you expected. i included for each member a little scenario i thought of, i hope you enjoy them ~ i apologise for the wait <3

♡ gunil

he will find it adorable tbh

gunil wouldn’t mind this at all. in fact, this would be just another way for you to boost his confidence. he would take pride in the simple ways he can make you finish

you have the whole weekend just for yourselves, so gunil takes you out to a romantic dinner. he compliments you throughout the whole night, sweet words and whispers making the pit of your stomach tingle, your face flush. he’s trying so hard to contain himself from grabbing you right then and there, watching you melt in your seat from his attention. and you know that, because he’s not ashamed to share this with you. he leans on the table, and tells you in a low deep voice how he cannot wait to have you in his arms when you get home

after your date is over he doesn’t wait for you to even take your shoes off - he throws you gently onto the bed, kissing you everywhere, including wet traces along your legs from his tongue while you still have your heels on. he’s been turning you on for hours now, and when he speaks up that he wants to fuck you in your outfit, because of how beautiful you look tonight, you feel how your panties stick to your heat. until they’re pushed aside, making room for his fat tip to spread the wetness all over. you’re whimpering towards the ceiling, not able to resist the temptation to cum just from that - his warm leaking tip, gliding through your slickness, teasing your needy hole, kissing your gummy walls with miniature pumps. not even half of his cock is inside you, yet, you feel how the knot in your lower region crumbles

“did my princess just cum?” gunil smiles, running fingers up your thighs. “just from the tip, really baby?” he finds you so cute in this moment - so needy, vulnerable and sensitive to his touch. “don’t worry about it, darling… all i want is for you to feel good,” he leaves a kiss on your knee. “that’s why i’ll keep going, okay?” his hips move forward, letting you now to take all of him

♡ jiseok/gaon

he will use it as a tool to punish or tease you

he would definitely slam his dick all the way to your sweet spot after you cum from his tip. after all, this is one of the hottest things you’ve ever done, and you deserve another orgasm, except…

when jiseok is in a good mood he teases you by not giving you his cock right away, when he’s in a bad mood cause he’s annoyed with you - he punishes you by not giving you his cock at all

you’re trying to get your boyfriend’s attention, while he’s playing a video game on the computer after a fight. he’s been trying to avoid you in another room, while his nerves calm down, but you cannot wait any further, so you sit on top of his desk and talk. he doesn’t give signals that he’s comprehending or even listening to your words, until he suddenly takes off his headset, and strikes you with a cold stare. you rub your thighs together nervously, cause you know what this gaze means - he’s told you multiple times before to not sit like this on his work desk, and you forgot once again. you’re just about to move when he stands up, positioning himself between your legs. “if you want to get your cunt fucked just say so, no need to try so hard,” he eyes your little shorts and freshly done pedicure

everything after this is a blur - you’re kissing furiously with lewd sounds and lots of spit dripping from your chin. you’re still on the desk, but with no underwear, meanwhile jiseok is stroking his cock, watching you drool impatiently at the sight. your fingertips squeeze eagerly your own thighs, because the waiting to feel him inside you drags on a little too much. “what’s up with the sad face? not having fun?” he grins, as his fist moves up and down his length. you mewl how you need him to feel you up, lowering your hand to your clit, which he immediately shoves away. “bad girls don’t get filled up, sweetheart, they only get to watch” he throws his head back, jerking faster. “but here, i’ll let you have a little bit” he slides his flushed tip through your wet entrance, holding back a moan when your walls immediately attempt to suck him in

and that’s exactly what you do. with his tip, warming up your desperate hole, you watch him jacking off, and groaning against your sweating face. you chew your mouth, resisting the need to make noise, as a burning knot forms in your tummy. you don’t want to amuse him even more, but the quicker he fists the rest of his cock, the harder his tip bumps your walls making it difficult to stay quiet. he leans with one hand on the wall behind you, meanwhile you give in to the feeling. you arch your back, as euphoria flows through your veins. jiseok cusses under his breath, as he realises what’s happening, “are you fucking cummin’ right now? seriously, you’re driving me crazy,” he shakes his head in disbelief. he’s so conflicted right now - frustrated that his plan completely failed, but also feeling butterflies in his stomach. he waits for your orgasm to wind down, so he can pull out, and paint your stomach

he finds it unbelievably hot that you managed to reach your high just from his tip, but he really wanted to tease you some more. he was in the mood to have you beg

♡ seungmin/o.de

he will not let you forget about it

cumming from the tip for some may be not big of a deal, but for seungmin is, and he’ll find a way to make this unforgettable for you. he’d mess with you at first, making you pay for finishing so soon, by sucking his cock, and letting him fuck you over the cold counter, but the truth is - he’s obsessed with what just happened. multiple orgasms is one of his kinks, and he loves getting them in different ways from you, especially when he’s least expecting it

it feels longer, but it’s actually been minutes since seungmin came home and you begged him to fuck you. he didn’t even get around to taking his jeans off

he puts you on top of the kitchen counter, eyeing you with his cocky smirk, that’s completely enough to make you wet. while he slides his erection between your slick lips, you unbutton half of his shirt to gaze at his pretty chest. the feeling of his tip moving up and down makes your tummy swirl, and your jaw suddenly drops when he inserts it in your hole without a warning. he grins at the quick way your expression changes from one to another. “surprised? thought you wanted me to fuck you, baby.. have you changed your mind?” he pulls the tip out so quickly, just when you started squeezing around it nicely. he’s having such a fun time listening to your whines, that only get better with every small pump he makes with his tip. he notices everything - from the way your eyelids drop heavily from how horny you are, to the way you’re wetting the counter, but he loves seeing you lose your mind from silly little things like just the tip of his cock and he doesn’t feel guilty about it

“so needy today, my god…” he groans, as you fill the apartment with desperate sounds. “just got home and you’re already dripping, fuck, look at you…” you throw your head back from the thrill. “so dirty for me..” he stuffs your mouth with his fingers. you love how warm his tip is, you love how it makes the hottest liquid sounds with every slight movement. you love all of this too much…

seungmin couldn’t believe it, until you opened your eyes, looking at him in a way, that lets him know you’re just as surprised from yourself as he is. “tsk, what do you think you’re doing, huh? beggin’ for my cock like a slut, but not even letting me fuck you properly? is this a trick?”

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

he will remember this forever

his mind would go completely blank. junhan wouldn’t expect something like this to happen, but when it does he would find it so fascinating, wishing one day it would happen again. the second he realises what’s happening he would probably get the urge to cum right then and there too

you wake up from junhan sliding his hand into your pajama shorts. his eyes are half shut, because he’s still pretty sleepy, but he’s also very horny. his morning boner is poking at your ass, meanwhile his hips are looking for ways to gain some friction against his throbbing crotch, as he whispers in a low raspy voice. “baby, you awake?” he pulls your hair away from your face, and you immediately get goosebumps from his warm breath brushing your ear. “i need you…” you cannot help, but chuckle half asleep at the fact how needy he is already. you tell him you want to sleep a little bit longer, and press your back to his chest so he can continue spooning you, however, this only adds more stress to his erection. “mhmm, please, baby… i’ll be quick i promise,” he speaks, placing kisses on your shoulder, as his hand has already slipped under your panties too, and is now cupping your pussy, nicely rubbing against your clit. you’re so sleepy you don’t even realise when you’ve moved your left leg up, allowing his arm to move freely

“here, just the tip…” he lowers your shorts around your knees, spreads your cheeks with one hand, and begins massaging his hard cock between your lips. with his face half hidden in your hair, he cannot stop whimpering from the pleasure of having his dick out and finally releasing some of the tension. “just the tip, baby, i promise” he pleads “p-please…”

you mumble something softly, covering your pillowcase with spots of saliva, as your pussy clenches hard around his warm tip, making your whole body buzz from how good it feels. you cannot manage even to swallow properly, so you just keep drooling. before you have the time to do anything, you’re groaning into your pillow, taking junhan’s breath away. he stays still, squeezing his eyes from the feeling of your walls sucking his tip in, pulsing intensely around it, until it settles down. “i did not expect that,” he chuckles when you face each other, “did it feel good?” you tell him it did, before wrapping a hand around his cock

♡ jungsu

he falls in love even more

fucking you with just the tip definitely has crossed jungsu’s mind at least once. he’d find it very arousing - edging you for awhile with his mouth until the only thing you need is just one pump of his head

sundays are for movie nights, till jungsu doesn’t decide to pull you in his lap and leave the movie as a background noise

he unties the strings of your sweats and shoves his hands in them, searching for your sweet ass. your palms are resting gently around his neck, meanwhile every part of him becomes rougher, causing you to moan between your kisses. as the movie reaches its end, his hungry tongue is working its way up to your clit, spitting on it before making out with your entire pussy

however, just when he gets rid of his underwear you both find out that you’re out of condoms. you tell him that it’s fine, you’ll just finish each other off with your mouths. he stares at you sinisterly, as he drops down on the ground where you’re laying half naked on a soft blanket. “i can finish you off with just the tip. what do you say?” he taps your wet clit with the head of his cock. you tell him it’s still risky, but he reassures you it’s not, already letting you feel its yummy shape. “doesn’t it feel nice?” you nod quickly, as you keep your eyes on him. his tip slips in, and out, in and out, gradually speeding up the pace. “mmhm… play with your tits for me, baby,” he asks, and you pull up your shirt to cup your breasts, as you’re seconds away from your peak

you let out a soft cry when your sensitive walls hold on his tip tightly. jungsu watches your fingertips pulling on your nipple, as your body squirms from the intense pleasure. “good girl,” he says, caressing your exposed tummy, satisfied with the results of his fantasy finally coming to life

♡ jooyeon

he would eat that up!

just like with gunil, it would boost his confidence, but in a cocky way. he would not shut up about this, so be prepared. the minute you cum he’d be so drunk on the experience, his head would be empty, but the next day… he’d be bragging about how he’s the only one that can get you off like this for a week straight

make out sessions with jooyeon are long and heated, especially if you haven’t seen each other with days, which unfortunately happens often due to his packed schedule. so when you finally hang out he immediately grabs you from the door, not wanting to take his hands off you

he always ends up gripping your hips and moving them back and forth a little more intensely, erecting both his bulge and your pussy. you swallow each other’s moanings, as he picks up the pace, basically making you ride him through your clothes. you whine, tugging on the roots of his hair, cause it feels so good to finally have something stimulating your clit that’s not your own fingers

after you finally speak up, that you need him bad, he doesn’t hesitate to strip you from your clothes, and guide you on his cock. your whole body is shaking from excitement, as you lower yourself towards his throbbing length. you press down, feeling his swollen tip on the entrance of your pussy, gathering from the sticky wetness. he sighs deeply from pleasure, relaxing his body on the couch - watching you fuck yourself on him is his favorite thing in the world

you begin pushing his tip in and out, while holding the rest of his length with your fingertips. “mmm, you like that, baby? fuckin’ yourself with just the tip… i like that too.” jooyeon throws his head back, as you slowly bounce, wrapping yourself around the head of his cock. you literally feel yourself dripping down your own fingers. your cheeks flush from pleasure and embarrassment at the same time, as you realise you’re going to cum… so soon, but so hard, it makes the room around you spin

jooyeon grins with raised eyebrows, not able to hold his surprised giggles, when you drop your weak body onto his. “fuck, baby, that was soo hot,” he says in your ear, as you hide your red face in the crook of his neck. he did not miss a single flinch of your orgasm face, and he loved every bit of it. “you have no idea how hot you are…” he cups your ass, squeezing it lightly. “you’ll take my cock now, right, baby? please…”

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[merakiui]

Omg Mera more isekai concept crumbs I beg of thee🙏🙏

I'd like to think that Azul only sees the mc as a tool in the beginning but the mc is just so enthralled by Azul's (unexpected) existence that she showers him with affection so he ends up falling head over heels for her lol. Makes sense considering that he lived a lonely life before getting reincarnated.

Though I wonder if the twins would get in the way of the two of them getting closer to each other? Or try and break off the engagement between them so that they could have the mc to themselves

Yes!!! This is exactly the dynamic. Azul doesn't care much for you on an emotional level until he sees just how much you dote on him and gravitate to him and suddenly he finds himself falling. <3 and as usual the twins are brats about it. T_T they can't stand to see your budding relationship with Azul because you, who never smiles at them, are suddenly lighting up whenever Azul's around. It's really not fair! They want to be the reason you smile, too. Sure, they may have been a little...mean to you in your childhood, but they are mature and sensible now (no, they're not).

I imagine they pull all kinds of petty stunts just to interrupt your friendship with Azul. Floyd grabs you by the chin to plant the sloppiest kiss on your lips right in front of Azul and you're sputtering in the aftermath. He's so gross!!!! >:( and when the lot of you have to attend social gatherings Jade loops his arm with yours. "For protection," he claims, but you suspect otherwise because he doesn't let Azul get a chance to dance with you. They're too territorial...

After thinking about the au, I've had a few more thoughts to further develop the plot. Since the MC in the novel was an orphan from the slums, perhaps Ruggie is somehow involved. :D I just like the idea of phantom thief Ruggie who was close with the MC, but when the MC is found and taken away by Mr. Leech (who perhaps has his own ulterior motives in doing so; perhaps he thinks one day you might lead him back to the group who is always crossing into his territory or attempting to pilfer things from the many underground establishments he runs, or something of the like) Ruggie is now left to wonder where you've gone. And then he overhears you were taken in by some big shot mafia boss and you're set to be married off to another big shot. Ruggie being another character you don't remember in the novel because you had yet to reach that part of the MC's backstory (also perhaps it's a series, so you really only know half of the first novel).

orz so many thoughts!!!!!!

#twisted chit chat

[whxre-bxby]

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 3

Miles Quaritch x reader x Mansk

WARNINGS: .......SMUTTTTTT, threesome, v-penetration, blowjob, nasty filthy shit, MANHANDLINGGG, foul language, a hint of Fluff?

THE LONG-AWAITED PART 3 IS FINALLY HERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BLEW UP LIKE THIS, GLAD EVERYONE LOVES MANSK. I thought I was weird.

Part 1 Part 2 Masterlist

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A few people in familiar white lab coats came into my room a while later and gave me food and water. It wasn’t good, but I still ate it. 

I slept curled up in a ball on that bed, feeling cold and uncomfortable. 

When I woke up, more people came in and measured my temperature etc. They probably wanted to know how a human survived so long on this planet. The fact that I didn’t need to wear a mask fascinated them. 

They started leaving and before the door closed, I watched a soldier enter my room. He was the same one from yesterday. Mansk he said his name was. I could see a dog tag dangling from his neck and he had his name on the vest he wore. 

When he started walking towards me I got nervous again. The Colonel’s words from yesterday repeated themselves in my head. Was he going to punish me? I hoped not. My worst fear was dying or being hurt by scientific tools etc. For example, Norm told me about organ transplants once. They cut your body open to take them out. I knew the people were dead when they had it done but what if these sick ones would do it to me while I was alive? 

My mind was going places and I was overthinking the situation because he was not holding a knife or scalpel. 

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice all shaky. He ignored me and reached for my cuffed wrist. I watched his hands undo it. 

Hmm, they seemed too big to be able to handle tiny things like handcuffs, but it worked. I was no longer tied to the bed. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through my body and I heaved myself off the bed. But once I landed on my feet and wanted to take a lunge forward, the soldier's huge arm grabbed me by the waist and effortlessly slammed me into the bed. I rested my upper body on my elbows and looked up at him in shock. 

Mansk had his right arm stretched forward and resting on my stomach, holding me down firmly against the mattress. 

His ears were strained back and I could tell he was irritated by that. Then again, I wasn’t here to please them or make any of this easy. My plan was to show them that they took the wrong person. 

“You do that again and I’ll tie up both your arms and legs.” he warned me, before taking the handcuffs and capturing my wrists again. 

“No, not again.” I whine complaining. “Please, they’re not comfortable.” 

Mansk didn’t care one bit and grabbed me by my arm, tugging me out of the room. I stopped resisting when he exited because I was happy to leave. It was horrible in there. 

He also happened to be pulling me with him with such strength that I couldn’t stop. 

He pulled me past the marine squad that helped capture me and I heard them snicker and chuckle as we went by. This is bullshit. Where are we going? I started getting annoyed myself. I didn’t like the way I was being treated. 

We reached a big room and in it, I noticed another soldier. His back was turned and he was looking at footage of something. Mansk came to a halt. 

“We’re ready, sir.” he states and the soldier turns around. It’s Quaritch. He’s geared up too. Full vest and weapons, like Mansk. 

“Who’s we?” I mumble, wanting to remind them that I don’t agree with any of this. 

Mansk just tightens his grip around my arm and ignores my words. 

“Outstanding.” Miles smirks, looking down at me. I glare at him but his smile doesn’t fade. 

“We’re taking flight X971, meet you there in two.” he says, before turning around and continuing to watch the footage. Mansk leads me to another helicopter. 

Once Miles gets in and I am strapped down, it takes off and flies above the forest. 

I look outside and notice that we are landing where I was taken. It was close to the old shack. If I could run away here, I would find my way home. 

The motor is switched off and Mansk pulls me out of my seat, securing something to my handcuffs. 

I watch him, wondering what else they could possibly use on me. It looks like a wire-like string. Quaritch takes a few steps towards us and is then given whatever Mansk was holding. 

Quaritch took the piece and I saw him wrap it around his belt before he securely fastened it to him. He was tying me to him.

Both then stood up and started walking out. I was dragged with them because my wrists were connected to his belt by this string. It looked like some type of extendable lead and it was definitely not rope-like. I wouldn’t be able to bite through it. 

“Really? Like the handcuffs weren’t enough?” I scoff, annoyed. Where were we going? 

Quaritch looked behind him and shot me a stern glance before grabbing the lead and tugging me forth. I now basically stood next to him. Mansk was on my other side. 

“Less complainin’, more walkin’.” he answered me before starting to walk again. 

Great my chances of escaping were being minimised. 

Again, my stubborn self had to create a new problem. I stopped abruptly and pulled back on the lead. He was stronger so it didn’t stop him, but I knew damn well it was getting on his nerves. He ignored the first few pulls until he finally snapped and pulled me to him with such force I stumbled and almost fell into him. He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and leaned down. I was expecting him to shout something directly in my ear. Instead, Miles did something that surprised both Mansk and me. 

His hand harshly struck the skin, between my upper thigh and ass. I was completely speechless, who does he think he is? Why would he fucking spank me instead of yelling? It hurt like shit but the shock of the action stunned me more. 

“I stick to my promises little girl. One more action like that and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the next week.” he snarls. 

I just stare at him in disbelief. 

Miles straightens his posture and Mansk smiles to himself. This was going to be interesting. 

Miles knew he could have stunned you by raising his voice or even just slapping your face. But he wanted to do that. Since yesterday. 

They were on a mission to find Quaritch’s old body and decided to take me with them. The second they had captured me, both men took some kind of interest in me. It wasn’t only the fact that they had found a human living with Na’vi, but your attitude spiked interest. Maybe your looks too, but they didn’t say that out loud. 

After the session in your room they had with you yesterday, both men wanted to teach you a lesson. Without having to get into details, they both knew what they meant and decided they would take you with them. The lab building had surveillance everywhere, so they had to take you into the forest. 

Miles thought about just keeping you to himself and not letting his recom-soldier handle you as well. Then again, it's always better to not be out alone in the forest, so he let it happen.

Without saying another word, he turned back around and we all started walking again. I made sure the lead wasn’t stretched so that it wouldn’t pull his belt. While his previous comment did spark some type of excitement in me, I was still terrified. 

I walked in silence for a while, then shifted my gaze from my surroundings to them. They were discussing something, walking next to each other while staying alert. Their heavy footsteps and the sounds of the forest muffled their words. Mansk glanced over his shoulder to check that I’m there and then returned to face frontwards. 

I was getting bored and contemplating stopping again or perhaps just sitting down. Then I would either get carried or hit again. I decided that I preferred walking like a dog on a leash. At least I had the freedom to walk on my own and decide where to step. 

I decided to behave in their favour. Maybe they would be nicer to me. 

The events took a big turn when we got deeper into the woods. The grass suddenly became nice and soft but there was a fallen tree ahead. Mansk and Quaritch stepped over it. I was about to do the same until I realised that a broken branch had a very sharp edge. I quickly glanced around while still moving forward and realised that I probably would still be able to find my way home from here. 

At that moment, I forgot all about the consequences I might face if I misbehave again and quickly took a piece of the loose lead and held it against the sharp surface of the wood. Then once it strained, I pulled a few times and the rope was cut. My wrists were still cuffed together but I was no longer tied to Miles. The remaining lead snapped and retreated back to his belt. Mansk and Quaritch immediately shot around, facing me and realising I was free. 

Without waiting for another second to pass, I turned and took off. 

“God damn it!” Quaritch cursed and both of them started running after me. I ran between the trees as best as I could with tied hands and reached the soft grass patch again. It was a little meadow-like carpet of grass surrounded by trees. I ran through it and then in my next step, I felt something whip and wrap around my ankles. 

I yelped and instantly fell to the ground, landing with my chest in the grass. My tied hands were unable to stop my fall and I lay there groaning. 

I heard the heavy steps behind me come to a halt and then one of them grabbed my arm, turning me around. 

Mansk kept his promise too. When we were in the room earlier, he said he would tie both my feet and hands together. And he did. 

Both men were now towering above me. Mansk had his arms crossed over his chest while Quaritch rested his on his waist. Fuck I’m in deep shit. 

“We were going to find a better spot for this but fine, if you want to go now, we’ll deal with you now.” Miles said, removing his weapon from his body and dropping it to the ground. 

Flashback: 

Miles and Mansk were discussing how to deal with you while you trailed behind them. 

“How are we going to do this, Colonel?” Mansk asked, holding onto the top of his vest straps. 

Quaritch was thinking. 

“Once we find a place which isn’t open or dangerous or…whatever, we remind her who’s in charge.” He spoke, not looking at Mansk but straight ahead. 

“Do you really think she can take it, sir? She’s a person. Like half our size.” Mansk starts talking but is silenced by Quaritch. 

“She’ll be fine.” he said calmly. “We’ll make sure of it.” Miles added, glancing at his soldier and tapping his vest while flashing a smirk. Mansk just nodded, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were close but that you couldn’t hear. 

“We’ll give her the foreplay of a lifetime. She’ll take it.” Quaritch mumbled. Both men had been getting worked up about you since yesterday. Your bad attitude had been really stretching their patience to the limit. 

I stared up at them, awaiting their next move. Quaritch kneeled down to me, holding my wrists in front of me. 

“You crossed the line, sweetheart. There’s no turning back now.” he said, flashing me a grin which gave me a clear view of his white fangs. I gulped and bit my lip at his words. My stomach was erupting in some form of sick excitement and my cheeks turned red. Red enough for him to notice. They had some effect on me and I hated it, yet at the same time, I didn’t want this moment to end. 

Both men were examining me again and Quaritch was able to pick up small details which led him to the conclusion that I was enjoying this. 

I tensed my body and pressed my legs together. He peered down at my thighs and with his next inhale he felt a sweet scent fill his nostrils. 

Miles’ eyes shot open and pierced through mine. He was able to identify my scent and he knew damn well why he was only getting it now. 

Mansk had picked it up too. 

“Well, I’ll be damned. Look like someone likes getting their tail chased.” Miles scoffed and leaned away from me, watching my movements. I could tell he was slightly taken aback by my reaction but it just ignited his own fire in him. The scent was driving both men fucking feral but they had to stick to the plan. This was punishment. 

He took a knife out of his pocket and I held my breath, my legs shaking a little. To my surprise, the Colonel cut through whatever was holding my legs together and gripped my arm. 

Quaritch stood up, picking up his weapon again in the process. I was dragged to my feet and he undid my handcuffs. 

I didn’t understand why he was doing this. Wasn’t he worried I would run away?

“I’ll make a deal with you, little one.” Miles spoke, holding me tightly and leaning down so that I wouldn’t have to look up. 

“We will give you two minutes to run away. If you manage to escape, we won’t look for you anymore.” he calmly told me. My eyes widened. They were setting me free. I couldn’t believe it. Behind him, Mansk huffed out a small protest, his ears leaning back. 

“But, if you don’t manage, if we catch you… trust me you will not be walking for the next week.” Miles spoke, straightening his posture. 

“We won’t go easy on you. Not one bit.” 

My mouth slightly drops open and I stare in disbelief. This was like my third time running from them. But this time they are letting me. 

Then, Quaritch let go of my arm. “Time starts now.” he said sternly and I stumbled back a little before turning and spriting the way I originally wanted to go. 

When I looked over my shoulder, they were already behind trees and out of sight. 

“We’re letting her escape?!” Mansk asked, clearly irritated. Quaritch huffed before turning to him. 

“Do you realise how big this forest is? Her little legs won’t get her anywhere in time. 2 minutes is nothin’.” the Colonel states.

“Besides, she seems to enjoy this whole thing. It’ll make it less painful for her. “ he grins and Mansk chuckles. They both stand there, looking at their watch and waiting. 

I’m sprinting through the woods but have to stop to get air sooner than expected. I haven’t eaten properly and the previous running made me weak. Besides, the feeling that started in my stomach and was now between my legs was growing. I was flushed in the face and was getting distracted. My legs hurt and my head oddly spun in a euphoric way. I leaned against a tree and clenched my thighs together, a whimper leaving me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t run away. Not in this state. 

Never had I felt like this before. I was so overwhelmed by everything. The fact that I was taken, then that I was given another chance to escape but at the same time being hit with the realisation that I couldn’t because of the heat between my legs. I hadn’t even run far, it was honestly embarrassing that I couldn’t put a bigger distance behind me. My eyes became glossy and started tearing up and I tried to walk again. My knees felt like jelly and I had to catch my balance by holding onto another tree. My vision was becoming blurry from the tears and I realised I didn’t stand a chance. 

I heard a chuckle behind me and turned around, my back falling against the bark of the tree. 

In front of me stood Miles, grinning pridefully. I saw Mansk emerge from the high grass and walk up to where Quaritch stood. 

“Look at you, all worked up and we haven’t even started.” Miles cooed in a ridiculing way. “Pathetic.” 

“I- can’t run…” I breathed out, sniffling. But as they said, neither of them had any mercy on me. 

That was all it took for the tears of frustration to spill from my eyes and for my knees to give out. I slowly glided down the tree, whimpering with a few sobs. My needs were overwhelming me. I looked up at them to see that they were in no rush to help me. 

Mansk started to remove his weapons and other heavy attire like his vest from his body. Quaritch followed his motion, throwing his gun and knife to the side. 

Neither of them took their eyes off me. I felt like prey, unable to escape my predators. They were looking at me like I was a meal that would bolt if they diverted their eyes away. 

Miles then walked up to me and surprisingly gently helped me to my feet. When he looked at my face, seeing the tears and the redness on my cheeks made him groan. He placed his palm on my back and guided me over to Mansk. Both men were now just wearing tank tops and cammies. No heavy uniforms. 

“Look at you, all flustered.” Mansk grinned, still wearing his fucking shades. He raised his hand, gently wiping away a fresh tear with his thumb. 

“You’re ours now, princess. Understand? We’ll teach you some manners.” Miles whispers into my ear, loud enough for his soldier to hear. I can’t take it anymore. I give up fighting, so I just nod with a small sob. Both men are surprised by my compliance and not fighting them off. 

“Good.” 

Mansk got closer and tilted my head to look up at him. The Colonel stood behind me, tugging at my top. 

If I showed any signs of protest, they made it clear before they started chasing me that they would stop. 

I went limp, leaning my body against his. One of my hands held onto Mansk’s arm to try and keep a steady posture. 

Quaritch embraced my body with his left hand, while his other one roamed around my waist and hips. His fingertips caressed my ribcage and he carefully slipped them under my top, feeling my hot skin. 

I leaned my head back into him, pushing my chest out and whining. Mansk cursed under his breath, placing his hands on my hips. 

“This needs to go off.” Miles mumbled before tugging my top over my head. I had nothing underneath.

Both their eyes were shamelessly roaming my body, especially my now bare chest. Both their hands were almost immediately on it until Quaritch pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs. They pooled by my ankles and then Mansk carefully turned me around and lifted me into the air by my waist. 

Quaritch stepped even closer and pulled my legs around his waist. I was stuck between them and felt embarrassed because I was completely naked while they still had their clothes on. 

“So pretty, baby.” Miles praised me, his hand supporting my flushed cheek so that I’m looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Now come on, don’t get all shy on us now.” Mansk chuckled, noticing my expression. 

Quaritch grinned. “Not so sassy now are ya? What happened to that big mouth of yours?” He said sarcastically. I was unable to reply.

“Don’t you worry, sweetness. We’ll put it to good use.” Mansk whispered in my ear before he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. 

He moved his hands from my waist to below my thighs, keeping my back pressed against his chest. My legs were lifted into the air and the position gave Miles a full view of my pussy. 

I watched his pupils dilate again. Suddenly, his eyes were dark and I noticed how worked up both of them were getting. I could see it through their pants and it made me so much more desperate. 

“Fuck-” Miles hissed, seeing how wet I was. There would definitely be no problem now. He started to rub the inside of my thigh before letting his hand finally touch my heat. I whined and squirmed at the contact. Suddenly I felt really warm as if my skin were on fire. I needed a release so badly. 

Without hesitation, Miles slowly pushed one of his fingers into me, watching with wide eyes as his digit disappeared inside me. 

I noticed that Mansk’s breath, which was fanning over my neck, was becoming unsteady and heavy. His eyes were fixed on Quaritch’s fingers too. 

I let a moan slip out of my mouth. It felt so good being filled a little. But it was nowhere near what I was going to get.

As much as they both loved the pretty noises that fell from your lips, they still needed to teach you a lesson. 

Quaritch pulled his finger covered in my slick out and then delivered a small slap to my pussy. My whole body flinched and I whined out. 

“Please…” I whimper, wanting his fingers again. 

“I’ll give you what you want, baby. You just have to behave.” he said, hands on his belt, undoing it. He then pulled his pants down and I gasped when I saw his dick spring out. Just the sight of his huge fucking cock almost made me cum. He immediately placed it between my folds, covering himself with my heat. I moaned while he bit his lip, to contain any form of self-control so that he wouldn’t just grab me and fuck me senseless. 

“Don’t make a noise. I don’t want to hear a word from you, otherwise, I stop and we leave.” the Colonel said. Both he and Mansk were never willingly going to walk away from this situation but they knew damn well that you wouldn’t want them to either. 

My eyebrows furrow together. I don’t like that rule. Especially since I myself have so little self-control at the moment. 

Miles then lines himself up with my entrance and holds me by my hips, while Mansk’s hands are still under my thighs. Both of them then slowly lower me onto his cock and I feel the stretch inside me. I suppress a gasp, biting down on my bottom lip hard and wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck to contain myself. Holy shit. I watched as they lowered me further down on him and noticed how a bulge slowly formed on my abdomen, climbing higher to my stomach. It looked like I was being impaled. They stopped their movements and Quaritch had his eyes fixed on my face. He would not let a single noise slip from my mouth. But he was going to make that difficult for me too. Just like I had made everything difficult for them. 

His breath was heavy now too and his grip on my hips tightened. 

“Look at how deep I am inside you.” he whispered up to me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Mansk placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder before he started to gently bite the skin of my neck. 

He slowly pulled out before pushing himself even deeper into me. He hadn’t even bottomed me out yet and it already felt like too much. My mouth drops open and my glossy eyes become glazed with small tears. I whine out, trying to pull myself up a little, just to help my sensitivity. 

“We know, baby. We know.” Mansk hushed me, seeing my flustered state. 

“Come on, be good for us. You can take it.” Miles said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. 

I just clung to Mansk for dear life when Miles pulled out again and slowly set a pace. 

“Shit- so fucking… tight.” he moaned. His ears were strained back as he directed all his attention to where our bodies connected. 

Miles then placed his hands under my thighs and one of Mansk’s wrapped around my waist while the other groped my breasts. 

Quaritch was now full-on fucking me, pulling me off his cock before slamming back in again. 

Mansk’s hand covered my mouth while he kept assaulting my neck and shoulder, marking me. 

Miles saw that I was about to lose it if I stayed quiet any longer. 

“You’ve been good. Let it all out now baby. Come on, let us hear you.” he mumbled between heavy breaths. 

Mansk removed his hand, letting it fall back to my chest. 

I whimpered before being able to let out a moan. The noise ignited the needs of both men. Miles started to rut into me mercilessly and Mansk was grinding into my ass from behind. 

I wasn’t able to form words, my mouth just hung open. When I saw that Miles had basically bottomed out in me, I almost screamed. 

“M-Miles…” I whine and his ears flick forwards. 

“Too much…” I moan, tears spilling from my eyes as my body starts to tremble. 

“You’re doing so well.” Mansk whispered, continuing to grind into me. 

Miles was thrusting into me at a godly speed and my eyes started to roll to the back of my head. It was all too much, I couldn’t hold it much longer. 

“I’m… I-” I sob, arching my back again.

“We know baby. Whenever you’re ready.” Miles grunted, focusing on sending us both into pure bliss. 

The feeling in my stomach was growing and it seemed that Quaritch could feel it. The way my body clenched him made him lose it. 

There was no thought in either of our heads anymore. He just needed to finish us off. That was his mission now. 

He attached his thumb to my clitoris and started to rub circles on it. That was it, it was officially over for me. My legs started to violently shake and I screamed, holding on to Mansk because I was scared I would pass out if I had nothing to grip. The feeling between my legs exploded and I was riding high on my orgasm.

“Nghh, t- too much” I whimper when he continues his brutal pace. 

“Come on- take it. Take me.” he breathed out between clenched teeth. 

Miles followed almost immediately after me, pushing himself as deep into me as he could before releasing his load. He rested his forehead on my other shoulder, which had not been bruised with hickeys by Mansk and steadied his breath. 

I let out a sigh of relief and my body went numb for a second. I knew if they would put me on my feet, my legs would just give out. 

“Don’t worry baby. It’s not over yet.” Mansk said, grinning against the skin of my shoulder. My eyes shot open. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. It was already so overwhelming for me, especially due to the size difference. I think I might genuinely pass out if he is planning a round 2. 

A round 2 he was planning indeed. Miles pulled out, praising me and wiping my tears before Mansk held me bridal style and placed me on the ground. I tried to at least sit up but that was already a struggle. Luckily, I didn’t have to move. They did it for me. 

Mansk got down on his knees and turned me around so that I was laying on my chest. He pulled me up by my waist, making me lean on all fours. My whole body was trembling and I kept falling over to one side. 

“Look at that. We just started and she’s already been fucked dumb.” Quaritch pridefully states. He then joined Mansk and me on the floor, kneeling infront of me. Mansk was behind me, holding my hips and keeping me upright. I felt like a lifeless ragdoll, being used for their liking. Then again, that’s what made me realise that I still felt needy. 

Behind me, Mansk held me up with one hand under my waist, the other ran down my back and squeezed my ass cheek, before delivering a mild spank to the skin, just enough to turn it red. 

I close my eyes and whine a soft protest but Quaritch just cups my face in his one had and makes me look up at him. 

“Don’t worry about anything, sugar. We will take care of it.” he spoke, his voice surprisingly soft and comforting. 

“All you have to do is take it.” he whispered, his tone turning seductive. I let my eyes flutter closed and leaned my cheek into his palm. He took that as a sign of surrender and it pleased him. 

Since both soldiers had been brought back to life in their Avatar’s, their needs were stronger. They tried and discovered that masturbating like when they were people wouldn’t satisfy them. As a Na’vi, the want to ‘breed’ was strong and now was their chance. 

The use of the tsaheylu was not necessary for this, they just needed to feel you. 

Mansk had undone his pants and I felt him rest his throbbing dick on my ass, just admiring how big it was compared to my body. The fact that I was a human, struggling to take them, secretly boosted both of their egos. 

He himself then slipped his hand to feel my wet lips, gliding his finger between them. I couldn’t help but push my hips back, trying to gain more friction. This didn’t go unnoticed. 

“I think you can do another round, pretty girl.” Mansk stated, grinning. 

I couldn’t nod or shake my head, I just held my position. He shifted behind me and helped me spread my legs a little further. Then I felt Mansk rub his tip in my heat and I moaned. He was biting his lip, restraining any noise. 

Neither of them imagined it feeling this good. Sure sex used to be great before too, but now it seemed to feel twice as good. 

Without any other warning, I felt him push inside me. While both men were similar in size, they still managed to feel different. 

“Holy fu-” I moaned, arching my back. Since I was stretched from Miles, Mansk managed to push all of himself into me on the first try. 

“Atta girl.” Miles praised me, softly tapping my cheek. I heard Mansk let out a deep growl behind me and I started to feel weak in the knees and hands again. 

“Look at you, all cock drunk for us.” 

Quaritch directed my attention back to him, not wanting me to forget he was there. His pants were still open and when I glanced at his crotch again, I saw that he hadn’t gone soft. He was still fucking hard and he was leaking precum again. His dick was glistening right in front of me, still covered in our cum. I was able to see the veins running down the sides and it made it look that much more desirable. 

Almost out of instinct, I let my mouth drop open and stuck my tongue out. 

The fact that I did that without Miles having to ask me, made him almost lose it again. 

“Ye-heah baby girl. Just like that.” he chuckled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and gently angling my face up to see it better. He rolled his hips forward and his tip landed on my flattened-out tongue. 

I immediately started to lick him, tracing my tongue down his pulsing veins before delivering a sloppy lick and gliding it all the way from the base to the tip of his cock. 

Quaritch let out a shaky breath, his ears drooping to the sides, his lips parted and the grip on my hair tightening. It was too good, for all of us. 

I then moved my head up and wrapped my lips around his tip. That alone filled my mouth enough. I didn’t know whether I would even fit half of him in my mouth. 

In the meanwhile, Mansk had pulled out and started steadily rutting his hips against mine. His ears were strained back, and his entire body tensed. 

I moaned from the feeling of being filled again and Miles felt the vibrations. He looked like he had lost it. Genuinely. All the authority and seriousness he would always wear was gone. He was so hypnotised by watching me make a mess of him, he didn’t care about anything else in the world. 

Mansk, pushed my hips down a little, and leaned over my body, fucking into me at a faster pace. My eyes got all glossy again. 

My senses were being overstimulated just through penetration. Both these men had me under some fucking spell because I’ve never felt so needy for anyone. 

“Holy shit- sweetheart. Feel so fuckin’ good.” Mansk moaned, his tail wrapping around one of my thighs, to establish a new feeling of closeness. 

Quaritch needed to feel just a little more and slowly pushed his hips towards my face, making his dick slowly reach the beginning of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth for him as far as possible.

I felt him fill my throat almost all the way and focused on steadying my breath through my nose. His dick twitched and I choked a little before calming myself and swallowing around him. 

While Quaritch’s old memory still seemed foreign to him, he could have sworn that that was the hottest most dirty fucking thing he has ever witnessed. He didn’t want to take his eyes off me, needing to remember this forever. 

Mansk was getting sloppier with each thrust, the squelching sounds of all the cum inside me bringing him closer to his release. 

Their bodies were new to this too, so while their mind was not innocent anymore, their body was sensitive as shit. I clenched my muscles around him, opening my legs more and arching my back further into him. 

Quaritch had slowly started to pull out of me before carefully pushing back in. The sensation from both ends had me feeling lightheaded. I couldn’t stop moaning around Miles’ length and couldn’t stop spasming against Mansk. 

“Almost there, baby. Just a little- hrghh… more.” he groaned, biting down on his bottom lip again. 

Quaritch’s eyes were a little glossy too and he looked like his senses were flooded with pure bliss. He was about to be a goner. 

To help him, I managed to balance myself on one arm and wrapped my free palm around him. I was nowhere near being able to wrap my fingers fully around him. I reached like, only halfway around his shaft. His eyes watched my hand and I started to pump him, squeezing my hand down every once in a while. 

That’s when I noticed that both men were now panting. Mansk let out a moan, his thrusts becoming uneven because he couldn’t deal with the pleasure he was feeling. 

Mansk was in a pleasure-filled daze with no thoughts in his head. All he could focus on was making us both cum. 

I sped up my movements around Quaritch and watched as he furrowed his eyebrows even more, clenching his eyes shut and and dropping his head back. Suddenly his hips snapped forward one last time before tensing and hot white ropes of cum splurted down my throat.

Due to how far in my mouth he was, I had to swallow all of him. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, as he straightened his posture again, slowly moving a few fallen hair strands out of my face and just gazing down at me. 

Quaritch had removed himself from my mouth, wiping my lips with his thumb and my moans were heard again. He let out a sigh as he saw a string of saliva stretch between his tip and my tongue. 

The noises that Mansk knew he was causing were what had finally managed to push him over the edge and into a void of ecstasy and euphoria. 

He spanked my ass cheek again while riding out his orgasm and I felt myself release again too. My legs shook and I stretched my back, my eyes fluttering closed while my mouth was agape. 

“What a pretty sight…” Miles mumbled, watching how my face contorted when I came. 

Mansk slowly stilled behind me, staying buried deep inside my pussy. He held himself up with one outstretched arm on the ground, the other one wrapped around my waist, almost comfortingly hugging me from behind. 

I let my head drop, feeling completely exhausted. Mansk pulled out, steadying himself and leaning back on his knees. Without him holding me up, I felt my body slowly fall to one side, and within seconds I was laying on the ground. 

“Shit.” Mansk mumbled but I could tell by the way he said it he was grinning. 

Both men felt pride seeing how fucked out you were.

“Careful there, sweetheart.” Mansk said, attempting to catch me before my body hit the ground. He rolled me on my back and held himself above me. 

“You okay?” he asked, letting out a soft chuckle. Miles tilted his head to the side, watching me as well. 

I nod, taking a deep breath and letting my weak arms fall to either of my sides. 

“How ‘bout another round?” Mansk asked, nudging my hip to encourage me. 

My eyes shoot open and I stare at him in shock. No way could I survive that again. 

He just chuckled along with Miles, both of them exchanging looks. 

“I’m just teasin’.” he said before getting up. I let out a sigh of relief and listened to what I thought was them gearing up again. For a split second, I wondered whether they would leave me there but then Miles leaned down, placing his hands under my arms and helping me up. I couldn’t stand by myself, so Miles gently held me up while Mansk dressed me again. 

“So tired…” I mumble, letting my head fall back against Miles’ chest. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you princess.” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. 

Once I was fully dressed again, Miles carefully picked me up bridal style and Mansk carried his weapons. They carried me back to where we came from, completely forgetting the ‘original’ mission and we flew back to base. 

While I still wanted to go home, I knew I would be treated better in the labs with them around. I would focus on escaping another day. Perhaps they might let me go eventually…

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a/n: Here we are guys. The last part. Thanks for sticking around <3 feedback, reblogs and likes are as always very appreciated. beta-reader, editor, partner in crime: @barfightzanddiscolightz

warnings: rpf, fem!reader, could raise your blood sugar...

wordcount: 4k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Part 4

“It looks so stu-hu-hupiiid.”, you groaned, stomping your feet and throwing your head back in frustration. You stood in front of your full-length mirror. One of your legs was only halfway inside your tights which had a run from you pulling too hard on them. Your lace corset-top, which was halfway tucked into your faux-leather skirt, hung loosely around your torso because you couldn’t find the laces. You were sure that one of your cats had stolen them and hidden them under your bed, where you couldn’t reach them without crawling under it. But the worst thing of all was the fact that your flat iron decided to die on you mid-way through styling your hair. Luckily, you had already finished your make-up, which turned out to be perfect.

After unplugging the broken styling tool, you took it to your bathroom and placed it in the sink to cool off. Looking down at it with a sneer, you quickly grabbed your hairdryer and curling brush. Returning to your bedroom, you plopped down on your bed and took a few of deep breaths to ground yourself. You needed to calm down. Why were you so nervous? You knew when and where you needed to be. It was a cute little café that also served a variety of sandwiches and other finger foods. You had already checked the menu online and knew exactly what you were going to get.

And you’d read the book twice. For your book club, of course, and not at all to impress him. No need to, right?

With one last big breath through your nose, you stood up and took off your damaged tights. You threw them on your bed, telling yourself you would throw them away later. Later meaning ‘three weeks from now’ later. Pushing yourself up from your bed, you walked over to your commode and picked your second-best pair of tights out of your drawer.

“Yeah...you’ll do.”, you sighed and pulled them on gently. They didn’t really go with the rest of the outfit, but you didn’t have time to go out and get a new pair that would suit your style better. The next step was to find the laces for your top. You got down on all fours and crawled halfway under your bed, where most of the cat toys had found their final resting place. After rummaging through the pile of toy mice, hair and zip ties, you finally found a huge ball of laces. You pulled it out from under the bed and immediately spotted the silk fabric of the strings.

“Fucking cats.”, you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. Carefully, you began to untangle the ball of laces and gently pulled out the one you needed before skilfully threading it through the corset’s grommets, tightening them and finally tying them on your back.

Two tasks down, one more to go.

You plugged your hairdryer into the outlet, turned it on, grabbed your curling brush with your other hand and started straightening the second half of your hair. The brush left a little curve at the ends, making one half of your head look like a 70s actress, whilst the other half screamed late-00’s emo kid. Groaning, you got to work on the emo side again to even it out a bit. You weren’t fully satisfied with the result, but at least it looked somewhat presentable now.

After staring at yourself in the mirror for far too long and almost spacing out, you decided to pick up your mobile phone from where it was lying on the bed. You gasped when you saw the time. You were running royally late.

Panicking, you grabbed your purse and your trusty leather jacket and sprinted for the door. There you slipped into your Dr. Martens and tied them up properly. Another trip to the hospital wasn’t in your books.

As you opened the door, you yelled back at your cats to behave before hastily locking the door and speed walking down the corridor and stairs.

---

Heaving and panting, you entered the café. You prayed that Joe wasn’t there yet, but unfortunately, you spotted him already sitting down in a cosy armchair, dressed in his overly expensive trench coat, phone in hand.

You collected yourself and stepped into the room, slowly making your way over to him.

“Hey,”, you greeted him, clearing your throat.

Joe turned around quickly when he heard you, beaming grin on his face. He immediately stood up and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

When he pulled back, he was holding you at an arm’s length, eyes narrowed, lips between his teeth. He studied your face. Then his eyes darted down your body, a smirk forming on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, snorting at his expression.

“Yeah, I know. For once I don’t look like a hag. All put together, like a normal human being.”

“You never look like a hag,”, he scoffed at your self-degrading remark, “and you always look put together. With or without make-up. I like it though. Suits you very well.”

He said the last part with a wink that made you blush instantly.

Quickly, you took the remaining couple of steps to the second armchair and sat down. Joe though, didn’t move an inch, instead opening his mouth again.

“Do you know what you want? There’s a menu on the table.”

“Oh. Can you get me a cappuccino with the Toblerone sprinkles and one of those egg and cress sandwiches? They look delicious.”, you blurted out without looking at him or the menu at all, shrugging off your leather jacket.

When Joe still didn’t move, you looked up at him and saw him grinning down at you.

“What?”, you asked, innocently.

“Nothing.”, he smirked and then walked off to place your orders at the counter.

---

Joe placed your sandwich and hot beverages neatly in front of you on the very tiny table and his in the same orderly fashion on his side before sitting down.

“How was your wor-”

“How’s your nec-”

Joe and you both started to speak at the same time and stopped abruptly again when you noticed. It made you both giggle.

“Sorry, you first,”, you urged, gesturing for him to start talking again.

“How is your neck?”, he asked, the giggle still evident in his voice.

“I had a check-up two days ago and the doctor said I’ll be just fine, although there is no cure for my clumsiness.”, you giggled and shrugged your shoulders.

“Good. Because otherwise I’ll have to find a new nickname for you, and I’ve grown quite fond of Bambi.”, he explained, a gentle smile now sporting his lips.

“Shut up…”, you muttered bashfully before composing yourself and taking a huge gulp of your cappuccino and a bite of your sandwich. “How was your foreign mission? Any more planned?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. And yes, always.”, he replied nonchalantly, as he leaned towards you. He had his elbow propped on his knee and slowly rested his chin on the heel of his palm, smirking smugly at you.

Two can play this game, you told yourself, mirroring him.

“And what is it you do? Mr. Over-Secretive?”, you inquired further, returning his smug expression.

“I’m an actor.”, he responded quickly, leaning back casually into the backrest of his armchair, hands placed flat on his knees.

“Oh.”, you replied, somewhat taken aback. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything before.”

“Ouch.”

“No…I didn’t mean it like that.”, you apologised immediately, leaning further forward and grabbing his hand without thinking. All Joe could do was smile down at your hand.

“It’s alright. I’ve been in a lot of period productions, and I know they are not for everyone.”, he replied, adjusting his hand in yours by lacing your fingers together.

“Yeah, they are not my cup of tea.”, you nodded, staring at your intertwined fingers before moving your eyes up to his face. “Have you been in anything else?”

“Yep.”, he replied, popping the p. “I was in the latest season of Stranger Things.”

“Wha-?”, you started, mouth agape now and eyes wide. “That’s one of my favourite TV shows. Who did you play?”

“Eddie Mun-“

“GET OUT OF HERE!”, you almost shrieked, pulling your hand away from his and clapping it over your mouth. An elderly couple two tables over glared daggers at your outburst. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to shout.”, you spoke through your fingers, muffled.

All Joe could do was laugh at your reaction. You were so bloody adorable. Especially when you started blushing as soon as you did something out of character.

“Eddie is my favourite character this season.”, you confessed, almost whispering.

“Yeah?”, he asked, giggling.

“Yeah.”, you confirmed sheepishly.

“Anyway.”, Joe continued, trying to divert the attention to something else. Something else was obviously you. “What do you do for a living?”

“It’s really not that interesting.”, you explained with a shrug. “It’s your usual boring desk job.”

“I bet it’s not as boring as you make it out to be.”, Joe spoke, an encouraging smile on his lips.

“It really is.”, you concluded with tight lips, leaving no more room for an argument. “In contrast to my job, yours is very multifaceted.”

Nodding, Joe didn’t inquire further, sensing your discomfort with the subject. You let out a shaky breath and then put on a smile again. You didn’t want to dampen the mood. Joe returned your smile and leaned forward to take your hand in his again. It was very warm whilst yours had become clammy.

"So…what do you do for fun then?”

“Well, I really, really enjoy going to the cinema to see obscure films and I love to read a book every now and then.”, you stated with a chuckled. “Oh, and I love music. I love, looove love going to concerts.”

Joe couldn’t take his eyes off you as you rambled on about your passions and favourite past times. You animatedly recounted the story of the last concert you went to, and Joe basically hung on your every word.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Hmm...”, Joe pretended to think, putting his free hand under his chin, which made you giggle again. “I love going to the cinema, especially to study the work of other actors as well as the directors. I also like to write scripts. They’re usually silly little stories. And I love to read. Speaking of reading. I just finished the book this morning.”

“Did you? How did you like it?”

“Considering I literally devoured it between shoots, I’d say pretty good.”, he said with a chuckle, letting go of your hand to reposition himself in his armchair.

“Well, I was hoping so.”, you giggled, pulling your hand back and you crossing your legs. “Otherwise, I’d have to disband our book club.”

“Bambi, book clubs are for discussing different opinions about a book.” Joe retorted. “Disbanding it prematurely would defeat its purpose.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh uh!”

“Ugh. You’re even more annoying than my cats.”, you groaned, knowing he could go on like this forever.

“You have cats?”, he asked, his eyes widening with interest. His whole body moved forward again.

“Yep. Two little bastards.”, you replied with a chuckle. You took your phone from beside you and showed him a picture of your two fur babies. “Do you want to meet them?”

“Yes. Duh!”, he responded, immediately getting up from his armchair and pulling on his coat.

“Uhm, Joe. You still have some coffee and food left.”, you pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Joe looked down at the table and quickly downed his now cold coffee and stuffed the rest of the food into his mouth.

“Okay. Let’s go.”, he spoke again after he had swallowed everything. You were still sipping the last of your drink and wrapping your sandwich in a serviette when Joe was already halfway out of the café.

“Hey. Wait up.”

“Hurry up! I’ve got cats to meet.”

“Idiot.”, you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, grinning and following him out.

---

“Joe, you really don’t have to do this.”

You slowly climbed the stairs up to your flat, Joe beside you, hovering like a mother hen. An arm was draped around your waist. A safety precaution.

“I won’t fall down again.”

“Says you!”, he objected, jabbing a finger into your side almost causing you to lose your balance nearly missing the next step. You cursed under your breath. Why do you have to be so ticklish?

“See? You almost fell again!”, Joe pointed out the obvious, grinning like a madman. That dick knew exactly what he was doing. You responded by giving him a light shove.

“Of course I’m gonna fall if you poke me in the side, Joseph. I’m ticklish.”, you huffed, feigning annoyance.

“Good to know.”, he countered with a wink.

Rolling your eyes, you wiggled out of his grasp and took the last few steps up the stairs to the door of your flat. Joe was hot on your heels, not wanting to be left behind.

“Uhm. Just so you know. My cats are very skittish and don’t really like strangers. Please don’t be offended if they don’t come to you straight away. They’re drama queens.”, you explained before inserting the key in the lock and slowly unlocking the door.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be.”, Joe smiled at you. He leaned his arm against the wall for support as he unzipped his boots to take them off. His tongue was sticking out in concentration. It made you snort a little, because you found it very endearing.

Gently, you pushed open the door and your cats immediately greeted you. As soon as they noticed someone else was standing there, they took off. Probably hiding under your bed.

“Told you.”, you said matter-of-factly before stepping aside to let Joe in. “The living room is this way.”, you pointed in its direction, “make yourself comfortable…uhm…do you want something to drink? What do you want?”

“What do you have to offer?”, Joe asked sweetly, not yet moving.

“I have water, both still and sparkling, tea…I should have beer…”, you listed, making your way over to the kitchen to check, leaving Joe standing in your narrow hallway.

“If you’ve got beer, I’ll have one.”, Joe called, following you.

“Shit. I’m out!”, you winced lowly after rummaging through your fridge. “I do have a liquor shelf though – holy FUCK. You scared me!”

Joe was standing right behind you as you turned away from the fridge. You hand’t expected him to follow you.

“I thought you’d gone into the living room.”, you explained frowning, hand covering your chest. Your heart was racing at a thousand miles a minute.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Bambi.”, he apologised, mirroring your frown. He gently took your free hand in his and rubbed it softly to emphasise how bad he felt for scaring you.

“Alright...it’s alright.”, you murmured, slowly smiling at him and giving his hand a quick squeeze before taking yours from his grasp. “Would you like a drink instead of a beer?”

“Sure…uhm…a gin and tonic, maybe?”

“Gin and tonic coming right up.”, you announced, turning to your liquor shelf. “Go sit in the living room. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Alright.”, Joe chuckled and wandered off.

---

As you entered the living room, two gin and tonics in hand, you saw Joe coaxing Kiro over from the other side of the sofa. Your black panther of a cat was the braver of the two but totally unimpressed by Joe. The man in question clicked his tongue and stuck his pointer finger out at him.

With a low chuckle, you set the two drinks down on your coffee table and sat down in between them. Your addition to the scene awakened Kiro’s interest and he now ambled over to you and plopped himself down on your thighs.

Joe, who was now sporting a huge grin, slowly scooted closer to you and held his still outstretched forefinger directly under Kiro’s nose. The cat sniffed it and eventually gave it a lick. Joe had been approved.

Giggling, Joe moved his hand to the top of Kiro’s head and scratched it softly before pulling his hand away and grabbing his drink from the table instead. You had watched the whole interaction with a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Would you like to watch something on Netflix?”, you inquired, leaning forward carefully so as to not crush your cat, and grabbing both your drink and the remote.

“Sure. Anything obscure on there you haven’t seen?”, he asked, taking the first sip of his long drink and nodding in approval.

“Not really. I’m kind of in a mood for some nostalgic rom coms.”, you giggled as you launched the app. “I’m talking early 2000’s, baby.”

“Oookay. Whatever floats your boat.”, Joe chuckled and put his drink down again.

You chose the corniest one the streaming service had to offer, but before you hit play, you asked Joe to hand you the blankets that were draped over the settee’s armrest. Before you could drape one over yourself, Kiro jumped off your legs and sat down beside you.

“Do you want the other one?”, you asked Joe, holding it out to him.

“Sure. Thanks.”

You nodded at him as he gently pulled his blanket over his own legs.

Just as you were about to press play, Freya decided to show herself by sauntering lazily into the living room. When Joe saw her, he let out a small audible gasp. She decided to jump on the sofa, right between you and Joe. He immediately held out his hand to her as well. She sniffed it and then turned her behind to him. She opted for your legs instead.

Joe’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and you smiled at him apologetically. He just grinned and waved you off.

“She’ll get around to you…eventually.”, you promised and finally pressed play.

Less than twenty minutes into the film, Freya had had enough of your legs and moved over to Joe. There she scratched gently at the blanket. Joe looked at you with questioning eyes.

“She wants to go into the blanket cave.”, you explained. “Is that OK for you? If not, I can make one with my blanket.”

“Is that OK? Of course it’s OK!.”, Joe confirmed, face beaming and you leaned over to help him make it. Snug as a bug in a rug she now lay against Joe’s thigh, fully covered by his blanket. One of Joe’s hands was underneath the blanket as well, gently stroking her fur.

Surrounded by the warmth of two cats and a man, you grew more tired by the minute. It wasn’t even that late, only a quarter to five but your brain still hadn’t fully recovered yet and the circumstances you found yourself in didn’t really benefit your condition. You tried very hard to stay awake, but your eyes grew heavy, and your head was inching closer and closer to Joe’s shoulder, eventually landing on it.

Joe looked down at your sleeping form, moving as little as possible to make you more comfortable and not to disturb the cats. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you a little closer, so that your head rested just below his collarbone. Unconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and let out a soft sigh. Joe grinned and continued to watch the film which he hadn’t followed at all.

He let you sleep like that even after the film had ended. You were snoring softly, and he found it to be very soothing whilst he tried to solve his sudoku on his phone. 45 minutes after the credits had finished rolling, he received a text message from his manager saying he had to get up early the next day due to a spontaneous work commitment all the way up in Scotland.

Groaning at the text, he pushed himself up a little, much to Freya’s dismay who now crawled out of her cave and glared at Joe.

“I’m sorry, girl. I didn’t mean to.”, he apologised, scratching her ear. Then he gently placed the palm of his hand on your cheek.

“Bambi…wake up.”

“No…five more minutes.”, you whined and tried to swat his hand away, making Joe snort out a laugh.

“Unfortunately, I have to go. I just got a text saying that I have to get up early. I’m needed in Scotland.”, he explained, rubbing his thumb along your jaw.

You slowly opened your eyes and mumbled something about another secret mission.

“That’s right…now come on.”

He moved his hands to your arms and slowly helped you up which irritated the two fur balls even more. Kiro toddled over the sofa cushion next to Freya and lay down again with a grunt.

“You just lost at least four brownie points in their book for that rude awakening.”, you muttered with a yawn and stretching your arms over your head.

“In yours or theirs?”

“Hmm.”, was all you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’ll make it up to them.”, he grinned, gently petting them to say his goodbye. A little more awake than before, you smiled at him and made your way to the hallway to see him out.

After Joe had put on his coat and boots, he slowly turned to you.

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, Bambi.”

“Likewise.”, you retorted having grown rather fond of his silly nickname for you. Slowly, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Gently, he returned the embrace, and swayed you in his arms for a couple of moments.

Pulling back a little, you stared into his deep caramel eyes, a soft smile tickling at the corners of your lips. Smiling himself, he stared back down at you, lowering his face until you were nose to nose. Joe then gently tilted his head, brushed his nose against yours, causing you turn up your nose a slightly. Your reaction made Joe grin even wider, and you took the opportunity to close the distance, pressing your lips tenderly against his.

He immediately reciprocated the kiss and sweetly pecked your lips a few of times which made you open your mouth just a little. Taking this as an invitation to go further, Joe gently nibbled at your lips and finally captured them passionately with his.

Breathing heavily, you both reluctantly pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other. You took one hand from around his shoulders and ran your fingers delicately along your bottom lip. Both his and your cheeks were slightly rose-tinted, and Joe’s ears were glowing red. He quickly placed another soft peck to your fingertips and gingerly let go of you.

“I’ve got a train to catch.”, he whispered, and you nodded, reaching behind him to unlock the door. He took a step back into the stairwell and turned back around to where you were standing in the doorway, the blush still evident on your face. Joe took a step back towards you and gave you one final peck to your lips.

“Let’s do this again, Bambi.”, he winked, making you giggle again.

“Get home safe.”

“I will.”

“Text me?”, you inquired, crossing your arms around your middle.

“Of course.”, he promised as he descended the stairs. You watched him disappear before you opened your mouth again.

“Bye!”, you called after him.

“Bye, Bambi!”, he called back, and you eventually heard the front door slam shut far too loudly. This was in no way Joe’s fault but the doors itself. The mechanism was broken.

Turning around, you quickly closed the door and ran into your living room to look out the window. You caught him just in time to see him disappear around the corner. Smiling to yourself, you touched your lips again. Your smile turned into a snort and finally into a full laugh.

Oh, you so were gonna do this again.

The End

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time of dying - johnny slaughter x reader

I tried to keep Johnny in character as much as I could but I feel like he got a bit ooc.

Warning: loss of virginity, non-con, Stockholm syndrome kinda?, Johnny is a POS pt.3, finally gets his karma, but oh reader is just too sweet, angsty as hell, kinda of a good ending?

The Devil loved to corrupt God’s angels, it was a war between who could save those same angels from the fate of the Devil’s wrath. He loved the way her virgin blood trickled down her thighs and pooled at the bottom, staining his own thighs in the process. The blood smeared across their groins, connecting them to a much more deeper level than before. God should have never let his most beloved creations wander far, for the Devil was known to sink his jowls into their flesh and drink their essence.

“Ya’ didn’t tell me ya’ were a virgin.” he purred in her ear with his eyes glistening with lust and bliss.

She whimpered as her tears stained her rosy cheeks, and her eyes bore into the soulless creature that thrusted his hips into hers. It was hard to make out the rest of his features, almost as if the dark wanted to obscure any signs of humanity. He was a mere man. Yet it felt as if she was staring into the pits of Hell itself.

That familiar vile, humiliating feeling crept inside of her lower stomach and made its presence known immediately after he was finished. Her virgin blood and his semen mixed together, creating a toxic substance that stung her torn hymen. She ached in every crevice of her body. He consumed her entirely and she belonged to him now. There was no point of return, this was where she had to be.

The pain was all too familiar when he forcefully entered her. He had already broken her hymen, but her body repeated the phantom pain of its breakage. It was supposed to be for a special person one day, a man who loved her and cared for her. A man who gave her what she wanted as she did the same for him.

But oh, how unfair life is for the creator’s angels whom he placed upon his Earth. She had what was hers unrightfully stolen, no, desecrated. He ripped it from her grasp to take it for his own self-serving purposes. She could not retrieve it back as much as she wished she could. It was lost for all of time.

Chaining her extremities, he loved to torture his little angel. Despite violating every part of her, she still grasped onto some sort of innocence that drove him wild. Her doe eyes gazing into his sharp ones, silently pleading for mercy. He did not grant her this, but he had almost considered it a few times with the way she looked at him. It penetrated him with such intensity that he felt out of control. As much as he did not like that she had this effect on him, he was in wonderment how she could do that to him.

He enjoyed testing her when he could. To see if given any opportunity, would she run? Would she be so ignorant and attempt to leave this sanctuary? But each time he tested her, she did not make an effort to escape. In fact, she seemed to ignore his tests. As if the mere thoughts of escaping would result in a punishment from him.

Today was another day of work, but this time she accompanied him. He was busy doing repairs and wanted his angel close by. Sometimes he missed her presence, so he let her have a break from her prison. She seemed to have taken pleasure in spending time with him. At least she was coming around, that was a win in Johnny’s book.

“Give me the allen wrench.” he said while holding his hand out. She obliged, grabbing the correct tool. She learned over time which one was which, as well as previous knowledge from helping her own father with car repairs.

“Good girl.” he smirked as he took the tool from her. Blushing slightly, she glanced down at the dirt pathway underneath her shoes. Some days when he was “nice”, it made her forget all the horrific pain he inflicted on her. Maybe he could change, maybe this could be their normal. But she was reminded of how naive she was when he devoured her again. It was a cycle she could not break for the life of her.

“Flat head.” He intercepted her thoughts and caught her off guard for a moment, but she handed him another tool once again. “What’s on ya’ mind, sweet pea?”

“Nothing.” she replied as she dug her toe into the ground.

“Ya’ sure?” he asked as he took a small look at her. She nodded her head, and he resumed his work again. No sense in asking a thousand times if she did not feel like talking about it. But he was curious to know, he wanted to know what went on inside of that noggin of hers. What she thought about him. He wanted to crack her head open and examine her brain. The inner workings of her organ. But Johnny was no scientist, and he knew that once he got it open, there would be no way to close it.

Footsteps approached them. Looking up, Johnny sighed. “What is it, Sissy?”

Sissy smiled at the girl as she stood in front of the couple. “Cook called, said he’s got some meat that’s comin’ down over here. He said ta’ get ready.”

“Yeah!” Johnny exclaimed with a smirk. “Been wantin’ to kill lately, just haven’t been able to do it.”

“Well now ya’ can, get ready.” Sissy said as she walked back to the house.

She felt cold chills infiltrate her body. Something seemed… off. There was something that was bugging her about this hunt, and she had never felt this way before about one.

“Darlin’, ya’ really gonna’ annoy me if ya’ keep ignorin’ me.” Johnny stated as he grabbed her face between his scarred gloveless hand. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours, hmm?”

Chewing on her lower lip, she sighed quietly. “Something seems weird. I don’t know, I don’t have a good feeling.”

He tilted his head at her. “Whatcha’ thinkin’?”

“I just feel like.. this next group is going to be bad. I don’t know why or how, but I just have a bad feeling about them.” she frowned.

Johnny nodded his head and gently grabbed her face. “Might just be paranoid darlin’. Nothin’ will happen, ya’ got that?” She looked at him with worried eyes, and he sighed. “Listen, ya’ have me here to protect ya’-”

“No Johnny,” she interrupted, catching the young man off guard. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s you.”

He scoffed. “I can handle myself darlin’. Besides, I’ve never had any slip ups, so don’t ya’ worry about it now. It ain’t a big deal.”

It was not enough to calm her nerves. Her anxiety ate away at her stomach, and she felt like this was a warning. Something bad was going to happen, she was very sure of it. But Johnny did not believe her. He was too cocky, too arrogant to believe that anything could happen to him. For all he could knew, he could not get hurt and he was practically untouchable. He didn’t need to take extra precautions, he was lethal as is.

To keep his angel safe from the prying eyes of mankind, he led her back to his shack at the Slaughter’s house. It was there that she was safest. He did not have to worry about her escaping or interacting with “guests”.

“Now just stay in here until I get back, alright?” he said as he stood in the doorway. “I’ll be back in one piece, I promise ya’.”

She nodded, frowning slightly as she did. She was still stressed. She had never had this feeling before when it was time for a hunt, so this was all brand new.

“When I make promises, I keep ‘em. Don’t worry now sunshine. Get some rest.” And he waved goodbye, slamming the door shut and locking it with his key.

There was not much to do when Johnny Slaughter was preparing and involved in a hunt. Sometimes he would be gone the whole night, sometimes he would be back rather quickly, it depended on a lot of factors. She hoped that it would be a quick hunt to prove her anxieties wrong, but it did not seem like one of those quick hunts. She just hoped for the best, that Johnny came back to her with very little wounds and a big, evil grin on his face. A happy yet murderous Johnny was much better than a pissed off, murderous Johnny.

The sun began to dip down into the horizon line, the light turning orange as it shone inside the wood board cracks of the shack. Johnny’s little angel began to drift off to sleep, laying on the dirty mattress with a blanket wrapped around her frame. She curled into a small ball and tried to fight her sleepiness off, but sleep seemed to have won the fight. She was never a good fighter of many things.

A reverberating howl echoed around her, waking her from her dreamless state. She shot up from her previous position, eyes wide and darting around the small shack. The sun had settled and the moon rose high above the Sawyers. With labored breathing, she risen from the mattress carefully to move towards the door. She knew it was locked, but it was best to check. Sometimes you never knew what fate would throw at you.

Jiggling the handle, she was surprised to see it popped open. Her blood ran cold, it meant that whoever awoke her from her slumber was the one who unlocked the shack. And no one else made an effort to lock it back up. There was a very heated debate inside of her head. Was it best to leave the shack? Was it best to find Johnny? What if she stayed put and put herself in more danger by almost being found? Was she better off laying in the bushes and dirt away from the bloodshed? So many questions, so many possibilities, so many pathways she could take, but she did not know which one to pick. She hadn’t have any decision left up to her for a very long time. Not since Johnny came into her life.

She pushed the door open quietly and peeked her head out to see if there was anyone nearby. It was very dark outside and she could barely make out the Slaughters’ trees and sheds. The only thing that gave light was the moon. Using this to the best of her abilities, she crept forward towards the edge of the forest. She was not sure if it was a good idea to find Johnny or any other family member in case they mistook her for a victim, and she did not exactly want to be slaughtered now. It was best to lie low and hope for the best.

Every sound unsettled her as she reached the forest brush. She swiveled her head around to make sure no one else saw her, but her paranoia was not eased. As she settled into the dirt, she saw Johnny racing across the yard chasing a victim. The girl cringed as she was reminded of her time with Johnny. How he chased her down, laughing and spitting insults at her. How he was going to slaughter her like a lamb. Yet here she was, still alive. Guess he never kept up his side.

She watched as Johnny laughed at the victim, a young woman, and remarked how she thought she escaped so easily. He threw himself onto her, glaring down with a sinister grin on his face as the hunting knife in his right hand settled into her intestines. The woman screamed, echoing back to Johnny’s angel in the bushes who covered her ears. She could hardly take her eyes off of them, it was a deplorable yet beautiful sight to see Johnny in his element. His biceps glistened with sweat and his slicked hair was a little messy from running. He stabbed into the woman’s body again while holding her by the throat. It felt forbidden to watch this unfold, like a horrible car accident, yet there was no way to take your eyes off of it. Johnny’s body was slathered in crimson from the woman who had gone limp. Lifeless.

The eyes of his angel watered but her sight did not waver as Johnny got to his feet and began to look around once more for another. She heard Bubba’s chainsaw from the house, but there were no shouts of pain. Must be trying to scare them out.

She remembered when Bubba tried this tactic on her before and indeed did it scare her. She practically peed herself when she heard the revving of the chainsaw a few feet away from her hiding spot. She hoped and prayed that he did not find her, and God must have answered her prayers because Bubba did not. Instead, Johnny found her. If that was any better. At least Bubba would have ended her suffering.

Her hair stood on end as another person came into her view. It was a man, not one she had seen before, sitting over the sight of the young woman and weeping. His panicked cries stabbed into her heart. She must have been his girlfriend. And now she was going to end up as a Slaughter meal. It was quite sad how everyone who crossed paths with the Slaughters lost their lives with the only exception of her. She wondered why too. There was never a straightforward answer to that question, but it guilted her.

Johnny made his rounds back as he spotted the man kneeling over the woman he murdered. He grinned, approaching him which his hunting knife ready to sink into the man’s body. But Johnny must have been blinded by his blood lust, the man turned around rather quickly and tackled Johnny’s legs, shoving the young man to the ground. It was a tussle between them. Johnny’s knife was thrown to the side when he fell down which meant all he had was his fists. His angel covered her mouth in fear, trying to quiet her whimpers as she watched the victim beat down Johnny. They were evenly matched. She heard their grunts from where she was laying at and her heart sank when she heard Johnny’s painful grunts. Her baby…

She knew she stood no chance against a man, and she also knew Johnny would tell her to stay out of it. It was between men, something she should keep her nose out of. But she could not sit and watch as Johnny got hurt. It hurt her to see this. But she continued to watch, until her heart plunged further.

“Leland! I got the gun!” said another woman as she sprinted towards the man beating Johnny into the ground.

“These fuckin’ freaks are done for.” he panted as he wrestled with Johnny more. The Slaughter boy was not going down so easily.

“I’d like to see ya’ try an’ use that, ya’ idiots!” Johnny said as he reached for his fallen knife and swung it at Leland. Blood trickled down his arm as Leland grabbed Johnny’s arm, trying to pry the knife out of his gloved hand. Johnny gritted his teeth as Leland elbowed him in the face, smearing more of his blood across his face as his nose trickled like a water spout. It was damned to hurt.

The woman fumbled with the shotgun. Almost as if she was possessed, Y/N rose from her spot. She sneakily maneuvered her way towards them as they were in their own worlds. They did not notice her, and neither did the woman when she attacked her. They both went down together, tussling like the boys were still in the middle of.

“What the fuck?” the girl stuttered out.

The gun had landed somewhere next to them, but it was only a matter of who could get there first. Y/N punched the other woman in the face while the other girl tugged at her hair. Sinking her teeth into the unknown woman’s arm, she let go of her hair for a second which gave her an opportunity to lunge for the gun. Grabbing it, she held out the end of the shotgun out far as she whipped her body around, ramming it into the woman’s face. There was a loud crunch that signified a broken nose and maybe even a few other bones as the girl fell to the ground. Out like a light.

Johnny was on top of Leland still attempting to put him down. But Johnny was overpowered, something that had never happened before in the years of Johnny’s hunting. Leland held his hunting knife, his own weapon, and drove it into Johnny’s gut. Johnny wheezed as Leland jammed it hard, jaw clenched and his eyes burning with anger.

“This is for Ana!” Leland screamed as he slid the knife back inside Johnny’s stomach again. Johnny tasted the iron in his mouth, trying to bite it back as he stared at Leland.

“This is for Connie!” Another one. Johnny felt his vision blacken more.

“Hey motherfucker,” Heaven’s angel answered his call. “Only I get to decide when he dies.”

The trigger was pulled and it was in a sudden second where brain matter scattered across the Sawyer’s yard. His head caved in, squirting blood feverously as his body stuttered to plop onto the ground. Ears ringing, Johnny glanced at his savior and let out a small breath.

“Sweet pea.” he groaned out as he slightly smiled. Blood pooled from his wounds. “Am I glad to see ya’.”

Quickly, she kneeled down next to him and gently took his head between her hands. “Oh Johnny!”

“I’ll be okay.” he said as he blinked slowly.

His hearing was dipping out as he could barely hear her call for his family. These victims really did some damage to him. Now, he was not so sure if he could make it or not.

“Johnny, Johnny stay with me.” His sweet angel tried to keep him busy. “Come on, it’ll be okay.”

He chuckled, wincing from his wounds. “Maybe so, huh?” Soft hazel eyes studied her face. “Ya’ are my favorite, ya’ know that?”

She smiled, tears forming along those pretty eyes he loved to look into. “I’m happy to hear that. It will be okay.” She took his hand into hers.

He smiled back. “I missed ya’.”

“I missed ya’ more.” She said as her tear drops rained upon his face. Shakily, his hand wiped at her tear-stained cheeks. She hunched over him and gently kissed him, tasting blood as she did so.

But just as fast as her life turned upside down, they were interrupted when the gun hooked around her neck. Being forced back, she choked as Julie laughed. “Sorry to interrupt your little reunion. This is for killing all of my damn friends. Now you’ll know how it is to lose someone you love.”

Johnny eyed her maliciously as he cursed his condition. “Don’t ya’ fuckin’ dare.”

“I’ll blow her brains out like she did Leland’s.” she replied, digging the gun more into the girl’s trachea. She gasped, her lungs squeezing as they searched for the air it could not reach.

But the pressure was suddenly taken off as blood coated her. The woman’s throat was slit hastily and Sissy threw her to the ground. “That ain’t happenin’.”

She looked at Johnny and her eyes widened. “Bubba! Johnny’s hurt real bad!”

All of the Sawyer family appeared as Bubba tossed his chainsaw to the side and moved towards Johnny. Johnny’s angel coughed as she rubbed her throat, looking at her captor as he paled more and more by the minutes passing. Bubba picked him up which caused Johnny to grunt in pain. His eyes were barely open.

Everything was quite hazy. Drayton cleared the table off completely as they settled Johnny onto it, getting to work straight away. The Slaughter boy slipped in and out of consciousness, hardly feeling the needles stab into his skin as Nubbins, Sissy, and Bubba stitched his cuts and gaping knife wounds closed. They worked diligently and quietly, only talking when asking for things such as more thread, washcloths, or alcohol to clean. Drayton, Chop Top, and Johnny’s lover gave them what they needed. His angel sniffled, watching as more blood seeped onto the table.

“H-he just won’t stop bleedin’!” Nubbins whined.

“Just keep applyin’ pressure and stitchin’.” Sissy replied. “We can’t let him…” she choked back on her words as she looked back down.

“Damn kids!” Drayton complained as he rubbed his temples. “I swear to God if anythin’ happens to that kid, I don’t even know what I’m goin’ to do.”

“L-lets just h-hope for the best.” Chop Top said while he handed Bubba more thread. “He’s a strong kid, b-built like an o-ox. I’m sure he w-will g-get through it.”

Y/N chewed on her lip. She hoped Johnny prevailed. She did when he hurt her, whether it was mutilating her, taking advantage of her, or even abusing her. She still stuck around despite the emotional trauma and abuse he caused her. Yet here he was, lying on the table as he slowly lost his life.

She wondered if it would have been different had she pulled the gun on Johnny. She could have escaped with those victims had she shot him. Shot him just like she did Leland. Right in the skull with his brain exposed for all of the angels above to witness. Yet, she did not. She turned the gun around on the innocent who were only fighting for their own lives.

Was she just as bad as the Sawyers? Murdering another to save someone who raped and inflicted pain whenever he felt like it. Did she even deserve a place in Heaven for all that she had committed tonight? She knew she did not. She was corrupted. No angels had a place in Heaven after they soaked the ground with an innocent’s blood.

As she pondered on her thoughts, the Sawyers completed their art. Johnny was a bloody, morbidly beautiful sight. His body barely moved as he breathed.

“Alright Bubba,” Sissy said quietly. “Go and take ’im to the spare bedroom.” She looked at Johnny’s lover. “Ya’ go with too. He’s goin’ to need company when he wakes up.”

She nodded, trailing behind Bubba as he carried her sweet captor up the creaky stairs and into the spare bedroom that rarely anyone touched. It was a bit dusty, but more comfortable than the shack she had been staying in. Bubba gently placed Johnny on the bed and motioned for you to come over to the bed. Plopping down softly, Bubba hugged her tightly. Almost to comfort her and himself. And she hugged him back. She felt all of the pain from tonight hit her all at once.

Bubba shuffled out of the room after their bonding experience, closing the door on the way out. She caught another glimpse of Johnny’s pallid skin. She wondered why she felt so strongly towards her captor. He killed many, including her own friends, yet here she was lying in bed with him while he made small noises of agony. Why did she feel so distressed about his current state? This was what he deserved for all of those women and men he butchered. There was no doubt about it. But she felt sympathy for her Devil.

“Ya’ like my true angel.” he mustered out as his eyes slightly opened. “Watchin’ me like an angel watches over people.”

A small, sad smile tugged at her lips as she held his scarred hand between her own. “Anything for you, Johnny.”

He smiled, a lighthearted yet weak smile. “I don’t know what I would do without my angel.”

Squeezing her hand, he fluttered his eyes shut again. Moments like these reeled her back into his grasp. She hated him, yet she could not help but love him. Love him despite all he had done to her. Love him despite robbing her of her innocence. He consumed it like ichor. She could not bring herself to kill him, it would only cause misery for her heart. She loved Johnny, whether it was out of fear or true love, she did not know, but it did not change the fact she loved the killer who inflicted torment on those who stumbled across the Sawyer’s home.

Johnny was the ‘sorry’ soul who received what he had coming to him. He slipped up, made a mistake, and it costed him a lot. The traumatic stab wounds to his gut left deep, pink silvery scars on his skin. It took months to heal, and sometimes he feels the pains of his victim stabbing into him. He was not paranoid of getting hurt again, but he knew if he made the same mistake again, it would cost him his life. His nose was bent at a slight awkward shape from the fist fight.

He realized something important, and although he hated to admit it, his little angel was right. She was right all along, somehow she knew. Maybe she was Johnny’s guardian angel sent from Heaven. Yet, he still infected her being with his repulsive sinful actions. Sinking his teeth into her flesh. Never letting go. He was thankful for his life being saved by her, but he did not want her to think she could leave him.

It was a sunny Texas day with a small gentle breeze that slowly lapped at her sundress as her and Johnny lingered over a quilt.

“I forgot to ask ya’ this.” Johnny said after a long while of silence. She hummed in response. “Where did ya’ learn how to use a gun?”

Her heart squeezed at the thought of those events that night. “My Daddy taught me how. Sometimes he took me hunting, or he would let me shoot some rounds at bottles. Just for practice.”

Johnny chuckled. “Never saw ya’ as a hunting kind of gal.”

She shrugged. “It’s never often that I really do it.”

Silence again. It was a comfortable silence that was cherished between the two of them. Johnny sighed quietly as he turned his head to look at the girl nestled between his arms. “Don’t know what I would do without ya’.”

“Probably would be lying in a grave somewhere.” she joked. Johnny giggled and pinched her. Her words were true, he did not want to admit that though.

“Like I said, yer’ my little angel.”

#texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter #drayton sawyer #slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #horror

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Daisy (modern, small town AU)

mechanic!Frank castle x f!sunshine!reader

Warnings: Frank's an asshole lmao. UM me making up shit as I go about cars (i dont know enough abt them okay). Um, Frank works at an automobile shop/garage (he owns it more like but whatever). WRITTEN IN LIKE 3 HOURS AND AN IDEA THAT WAS BIRTHED THIS MORNING. Some swearing, lazy descriptions, probably HORRIBLE structure but idc idc idc.

Synopsis: You just moved to a small town, and just your luck, your car breaks down after a few errand runs. You have no choice but to go to the town's official Mr. Grumpy (Frank) to ask for help.

Word count: 1.8k (WHOOPS)

A/N: BAHAHAH SO THIS WAS BORN LIKE THIS MORNING/LAST NIGHT and i could NOT get the idea out of my head so I had to do SOMETHING about it. Yeah, there'll probably be more to this but FIRST, i have to go study after putting it off to finish this. SORRY IT MIGHT BE SOOO FUCKING OOC AND CRINGE BUT I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT PROPERLY! this is kind of just a set up/build up bit it gets BETTER promise promise anyway was this just me reading like 10 small town romances and going "all of them, but with Frank?" yeah basically, you're welcome.

Tags: YEAH um @soft-girl-musings its kinda your fault for encouraging me (im kidding ily) and um @runa-falls cuuuz yknow you <3 and Frank <3

Imagine a modern AU in a small little town where Frank owns the only garage there. It’s just a small happy town with a little community that grew up with each other- everyone knows Frank as Mr Grumpy- he’s always got that frown and those eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. 

Imagine you’re new in town and you feel just a bit out of place in this tightly knitted community. You try to make some friends, but it’s hard fitting into already tight social circles. 

Imagine your car breaking down on your way home from a grocery run. The front of smoking and its making weird jumbling and rumbling noises. You leave the car quickly, not wanting to be inside of it in case something goes wrong. You’re nowhere near your house, and the cute sandals you’re wearing are in no shape to walk the rest of the way. You really don’t want to barge into a random shop and ask for help. But you notice, a little far from the rest of the shops in town, a little store with an ugly neon sign that said GARAGE in big, flickering red letters. You sigh heavily, making sure to grab your keys from the car, along with your purse and phone, lock it, and start walking towards the shop. 

Imagine walking into the little automobile shop to find it pretty much deserted. The walls were lined with different tires, tools and various car parts lined the little room with a small area left unlittered for the cash register. And yet, there was no one to man the station. You walk around, feeling hopeless, until you hear voices coming from behind the door at the back of the room. 

Imagine walking through the door hesitantly into a big garage, and you’re greeted with the sight of a gorgeous shirtless man in loose jeans stained in grease stains. He’s bent over a car and wiping the windshield while a radio beside him blasts some country tunes. You stood in the doorway, mouth hanging slightly open at the sight. Who could blame you? His hair looked so soft, and from what you could see, his face was probably just godly. He looked heavenly,and he clearly didn’t hear you come in from how loud the music was. You clear your throat lightly, clutching the strap of your purse tightly. “Um, excuse me-” you say as quietly as you can, not entirely sure you want to draw his attention. Yet somehow he still hears you. His eyes snap up to meet yours and the look of peace on his face immediately transforms into a look of permanent annoyance. 

Shit. He does have a pretty face. A sculpted jawline and a little stubble lined his jaw. Pretty eyes too. 

Imagine the way his eyes would roam over you. Your hair held back in a little ponytail, your short blue sundress with daisies that barely just reaches your thighs. The way his pretty lips would set in a hard line and his jaw clenches, and while his eyes take in your pretty look, the way that dress rides up your thigh whenever you take a step, you can see his jaw tick and the frown lines forming. 

“Yes?” He said slowly, one eyebrow raised. 

“Um,” You shuffled a bit, carefully stepping into the garage, but making sure to keep a distance from him and the car. “Um, my uh, my car broke down, and I kind of need help,” 

He wipes his hands on the towel tucked into the pocket of his jeans, walking around the car to stand in front of you. Well, more like tower over you. He was, to put it simply, enormous. At least 6 foot something with broad shoulders and a deliciously sculptured and defined chest. His muscles weren’t the pretty boy skinny things you’d see at the gym- his biceps looked big enough to crush a man’s skull, and his chest looked comfy enough to use as a pillow. 

He clears his throat, and you realise you missed a question. You look up (practically STRAINING your neck) to meet his eyes. He definitely looks frustrated. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to repeat himself. 

Imagine how mean he’d be about it- he doesn’t mean to be rude, or to come off as an asshole. He definitely didn’t mean to act as if your lack of knowledge in this situation bothered him. Normally he didn’t care, but the way you looked up at him with big worried eyes and the anxious fiddling of your hands just…ticked him off. He certainly doesn’t mean how condescending his tone is, but he just can’t help it. Pretty girls fucked him in the head. 

“What’s wrong with your car, doll?” 

You fiddled with a strand of your hair. “Um, I don’t actually know,” He lets out an annoyed grunt, running a hand down his face. “Where’d it stop?” “Um, just a little back,” You pointed behind you. “Not too far. I don’t know, it started smoking and making weird noises. Assumed it was bad, so I came here,” He shakes his head, throwing the towel in his hand to the side and grabbing a shirt from one of the chairs. “Yeah sweetheart, that is very bad,” 

“Okay well, I figured,” You hesitated. “Can you uh, can you fix it?” “Depends,” He grunted, pulling the shirt over his head. He’d walk past you out front to grab his truck keys from the cash desk, making a couple more caveman noises to indicate that you should follow him. 

Imagine getting to his truck and you stand there awkwardly because there’s no fucking way you could get in there. It’s too high up, and you sure as hell can’t just jump into it. You throw your purse in, brace your hands on the door, and try to lift your leg high enough to reach the step. 

Imagine Frank getting so fucking pissed when your dress rides up to barely even cover the curve of your ass and he just places his (very big, very warm) hands on your waist and hauls you up, firmly sitting you on the chair and slamming the door shut. 

Imagine how the short drive to where your car stopped is just filled with really awkward silence as you clutch your purse to your chest. Frank's got the radio on, an arm hanging out the window, but his other hand on the steering wheel is holding it so tightly his knuckles are turning white. And he looks almost calm, if not for the way he’s clenching his jaw so hard you think he might shatter his teeth. 

You pull up to your car, and Frank whistles quietly as he gets out of his truck and walks over to examine it. “What d'ya do to this thing?”

You practically hopped out of the truck, frowning. “Nothin’! I didn’t even do anything. I was just driving back home and it broke down,” 

“Well ya must’ve done somethin’ if she broke down this bad,” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can you open the front?” 

“What if it like- explodes on you? What then?” You ask horrified. That’s a horrible impression to leave on someone.

“Not gonna explode, now open the damn front,” 

You nod hesitantly, unlocking the car to open up the front. He tries to blow away the smoke with his hand, but it’s really no use. “Yeah, might need to take it back to the garage,” 

“But-” You felt your bottom lip wobbling. How could everything go to shit so fast. “I need to get home!”

Despite how grumpy Frank wanted to stay, he can’t help soften when it’s clear how panicked you felt. He knew you were the newest person in town, and he also knew he’d have everyone on his ass if he didn’t try and help a little more. 

But he’s still gonna be an ass about it. “I’ll drive you back to your house and send someone for your car, no need to cry ‘bout it, doll,”

You nod hesitantly, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay, thank you,” And then you smiled this shy, grateful smile at him and he felt like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You were gorgeous, he knew that, but looking at you now he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. You looked….cute. And he wanted to keep that smile on your face. Shit. Imagine Frank realising just how fucked he is, having to help such a cute and pretty girl out, he’d just shut himself off even more. His frown deepens and he only communicates in grumbles and grunts as he drives you back home and calls someone to come pick up your car. He only holds out his hand to ask for your keys- not even uttering a word, just holds out those really sexy hands. He just sits in his truck with his arm out the window as you hop out of the seat and make your way up your porch. He feels so screwed. Even your house looked cute. 

“Thank you,” You call out to him.

He raises a hand in return and then he pulls out from in front of the house and drives back to his shop. 

You falter a bit, feeling a tad stung at how shut off he is. Maybe not everyone is as open as you were, but he could have at least smiled. You sigh, walking into your house and dropping your purse at the door. You discard your shoes, and head to the kitchen to grab a couple snacks and collapse on the couch, feeling overall exhausted and drained from the whole day. Maybe you won’t have to see Grumpy for another few days- just so you could cool down. 

The landline rings a few minutes after, and you frown. Who the hell would have the landline’s number? You get up and answer the phone. “Hello?” “Hey daisy, it’s Frank. You left your groceries in the car,” Frank’s voice fills your ear (god he sounds so…so hot) 

Your eyes widen and you gasp in shock. “Fuck, I did!” 

He hums in response. “Yeah. Bet you need those, don’tcha?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I kind of do,”

There’s commotion from Frank’s side, it sounds a lot like someone yelling at him. He sighs heavily. “Alright daisy, I’ll figure somethin’ out f’r you,” And then he hangs up. 

Daisy? Figure it out? And why was it so oddly comforting to know he could handle this without you needing to worry?

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x f!reader #the punisher #jon bernthal

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Ooohhh I like the new background. Very nice.

Serial killer!Ghost, Kidnapped!Soap

I keep having this recurring scenario in my head, where I imagine Simon driving a van down into the woods. It's dark, the full moon visible, and the only sounds echoing through the forest are the laughter and cheers from a group of party goers deeper in the woods. He can even see the smoke of the bonfire at this distance.

He makes sure he has all his gear on him: vest, med pack, and bullets. He grabs his gun from the passenger seat. He heads towards the back, and unlatches the back doors.

He takes off his dog tags, using a small key attached to it to unlock the crate where he keeps his dog. And Johnny stumbles out of it, onto the forest floor. He's dressed modestly in a T-shirt and sweatpants, with sneakers on. There's a thick collar on his neck, and a muzzle on his face.

Johnny doesn't move from his spot on the ground, sitting on his heels and waiting for the go ahead. He's already been instructed on how to play the game.

On the count of three, Johnny runs. If he's found by Simon within three hours, then he loses. Simon will of course always win, the poor dog doesn't know his collars got a tracker on it.

The fun part for Simon is slowly driving Johnny closer and closer towards the unsuspecting civilians having the time of their lives.

If Johnny loses, he's dragged back into the crate and brought to Simon's home, where he lives out the rest of his days. If he wins, he gets to go back home, to escape from his kidnappers grasp and be freed.

To Simon, this is a nice hunt to live out the adrenaline fueled hunts he used to have in the army, to feel blood on his hands again. For Johnny it's a fight for freedom, the only chance he'll get to escape.

Another rule of the game: If anyone sees Johnny, Simon kills them. Or, he might even ask Johnny to kill them.

It's why the poor pup tries so hard to stay away from the other people in their vicinity, to keep his hands clean, but it's going to be a rude awakening for him once he realizes the whole place is fenced on one side, a cliff on the other, with only one way out.

The game ends just like Simon thought it would: both of them tussling on the dirty, bloodied ground. Simon is elated, bloodthirsty, but poor Johnny's yelping from behind his gag, voice muffled.

And once Simon wins, he's gonna bring the man back to his house and get his reward.🗑️

ok wait oh my god. ok wait oh no this is. ok wait-

this is my FAVORITE kind of primal play (and also im like 90% sure the only kind i've written)

i love this type of ghoap with a fake compassionate simon. he tells johnny that if anyone sees him they'll die, so he gives johnny a muzzle! to help, of course! so his pup doesn't start barking and get all sorts of attention :/ (of course it's also so he doesn't risk johnny actually getting people to help him, but he doesn't say that)

and he gives johnny a headstart! and even lets him wear shoes! gives his good boy all the tools to make his great escape <3 of course johnny never needs to know about the tracker in the collar, it's better if he just thinks ghost is that good at tracking

and you just know johnny fights so fucking hard when ghost catches him. he's nothing but pure adrenaline, nothing but his need to get away, so he abandons any technical training he might have - and honestly it doesn't matter, since ghost is a better fighter than him. but it's fun for ghost to see johnny revert back to pure animal instinct, the way he's supposed to be

and the come down for soap after a chase is hard. the rush of adrenaline, the sex, often the murder, it all makes for a horrible crash once ghost has decided they're done. he's got to carry johnny back to the car, fold him up all small in his car crate, usually even has to carry them back inside. it's so rare that johnny doesn't have a tantrum during baths, and ghost takes full advantage of the lethargy soap sinks into post-chase

thinking about ghost praising soap for doing such a good job running, fucking him in the dirt and saying almost got away that time pup, did such a good job. want another chance after this? think you'll even be able to walk? might just have to crawl around, should make you anyway. since when do dogs walk on their hind legs, huh? you wanna crawl around for me, puppy?

and soap's eyes are feral above the muzzle, blazing in absolute rage, but he can't do anything about it, and ghost just laughs in his face. says if you're so mad i caught you, why didn't you do a better job hiding?

#🗑️ anon #asks and answers #ghoap

[xkaidaxxxx]

Megumi x Chubby Reader

Pt.1

Sorry for any errors

Mentions: body shaming, bullying, self harm, suicidal thoughts

As stupid as it may seem you weren’t all that happy on being transferred to Kyoto’s sisters school : Jujutsu High. You were grateful but not happy.

Grateful you didn’t have to be stuck with those assholes who always had something to say when it came to your body. Especially Mai. There’s always something so far up her ass she has to take it out on people.

The other students loved telling you things just to bring you down.

Example 1.

At school almost every 2 months the students get ranked. You always make it to the top and always end up second. “ Maybe if you didn’t have to run so much from me you would have won. Try to lose a few pounds maybe then you won’t be running out of breath during the fight. You look like you’re about to pass out fat ass.” Mai said laughing along with the rest of the students. Even Kasumi. When you met her she was so sweet and kind. You obviously fell for that crap.

Example 2.

After a long day of training it was time to get back to your sleeping quarters. You stood in front of the door seeing pieces of papers. Foul words written on them. Pinned by Noritoshi’s stupid arrows. You knew they were true at least that’s what you thought. You thought “ I am fat. I do look like a pig. They’re right.” You took off the arrows and papers tossing them away. The night went as followed skipped dinner, showered, dressed and slept. Just to get ready for another shitty day.

Example 3

You were having lunch outside on a bench just underneath a beautiful tree. The weather was great. The wind was blowing softly. There were birds chirping happily and everything was calm. You took out your bento box from your bag and opened it up. Suddenly Todo just came out of nowhere causing you to drop your food. “ Awe that sucks and I just came over to let you know we want you to have lunch with us.” He said with a smirk on his face. “ its fine. Accidents happen.” You replied. You knew he planned that shit. They love making your life miserable. “ you can always eat it off the ground. A fatty like you loves food. I mean…a pig like you would eat anything even if its on the ground right? Well sorry about your food.” He said and left. You cried. That’s all you could do.

As time passed by you were mentally and physically scared. Not just from the missions you’ve gone on.

You sat in the bathtub. The water turning red from the open wounds on your thighs. You didn’t have to worry about people caring or finding out. You always wore the basic male uniform.

You let the water drain and took a regular shower afterwards cleaning up the cuts you wounded yourself with. You cried while doing it.

Days went on and there was one cut after another. Your thighs were full so you went onto your left wrist then to your right. There was a night that they crossed the line. They circled you and pushed you around. You were getting dizzy from the shoving and the wounds were opening up a bit. They all noticed and went silent. Mai laughed hard. “ Wow so pathetic. You’re slowly killing yourself isn’t that torturing. You should hurry up the process fatty. I’d gladly do it for you if you ask nicely.” Everyone’s eyes widened. They couldn’t believe what she said. Yes they bullied you everyday making you cry and make you do self harm but they’d never go far like Mai did. They’d never say to kill yourself and have you ask them to kill you. Make the process faster. “ Mai what the hell are you saying” todo asked. She looked over at him with a confused look on her face. “ she’s wounded. We have to help her” Noritoshi said. “ I d-don’t need help.” You said getting up carefully and in pain. You cried all the way to your room. Mai’s words repeated over and over again in your mind. Then you snapped. You grabbed one of your tools and slit your wrists. You bled out.

Gojo was on roaming the halls pretending like he didn’t know the way to the principals office. He was there on a ridiculous meeting like he doesn’t already know what shady shit is happening. He noticed red stains from the door. He decided to walk in. Seeing you on the ground he quickly took care of your situation.

You woke up at the hospital 2 days later. He was sitting besides you on the left with his students behind him. Your parents on the right. “How are you feeling kid? I’m Gojo. Your new teacher. Things are sorted out with the school and your parents.” He said bring his students up to you. “This is my son Megumi and students Nobara and Yuji.” He introduced them. They all waved hi and Megumi didn’t react rudely to what Gojo called him. “ oh sweetie we’re so glad you’re okay. My love.” Your mother said. Crying along with your father. You didn’t respond to anything. You just sat there in pain.

A month passed. You finally settled into your new dorm at your new school.

Your room was neat and beautifully decorated. Clean cut purple bedding. Perfect white furniture. Posters of Taylor Swift hung on the wall. Your bookshelf was decorated with all the merch you had of her. Along with books you actually need. “Nice set up.” Gojo said looking around. “Thank you sir.” You replied turning to face him. “ here’s your uniform. I put in a request to have it customized.” He said handing to you. “ you grabbed it looking at it. This is basically almost a mini skirt if I wear it.” You said feeling uncomfortable. “It covers a bit of your scars. The thigh high socks will perfectly hug you. The white spaghetti strap goes well with the navy long sleeves over it. I think it makes you look pretty.” He comments honestly. You were shocked he called you pretty but also doubt it. He probably said it because he feels sorry for you. “Change. Class starts in 2 hours. Don’t be late y/n” he said walking out closing the door behind him. You locked the door and started changing into your uniform. You stared at yourself in your body mirror. He was right the thigh high socks did hug you perfectly and the skirt was actually a skort. He probably knew your bottom would show during combat. The shirt was alright along with the navy sleeved added over it. It’s going to take a long time for you to get use to it. You felt so exposed and you hated that. Your hair was clipped back with two small strands let go at the front. You never wore make up. You thought it was pointless for some god apparent reason. As you put on your shoes you saw the clock. 15 minutes til class. You quickly grabbed your backpack and quickly got to class. You stood at the entrance taking a deep breath. This is it you thought. You walked in minding your own business.

Nobara smiled at you. “ Hi! Welcome to jujutsu high! I’m Nobara and these are the idiots Megumi and Itadori.”she said excited to finally have a girl on her team. From past experience you chose to not believe her. “I’m y/n l/n. Nice meeting you guys.” You replied. The boys waved hi. Megumi looked you up and down. At your previous school that meant bad news. Megumi was practically drooling because of you. He liked the puffy that showed from the socks and how the skirt was hugging your sides. The shirt showed a bit of cleavage. You made him choke. “Megumi sit down class starting.” He was called back to reality and quickly sat down. “Y/n introduce yourself and say a fun fact about yourself.” Gojo said. “ I’m y/n…a fun fact about me…I um..” you thought hard. “ I love Taylor Swift.” You said. “Really!? Holy shit finally I don’t have to hide my obsession. Twins!” Nobara said. “What’s your favorite album. 3 2 1” she counted down. You answered with Folklore and she responded with 1989. “Sit next to me.” She said. You smiled. Moving your things next to her. “ Ladies settle down. Finish the work we started yesterday.” He said. Yuji and Megumi went over to you girls making the desks into a circle. Megumi sat next to you. Everyone took their books out. “ um we’re on chapter 16. You have to read pages 150 to 165 then answer questions on pages 166 to 170.” He said. Helping you. Nobara and Yuji were surprised. Megumi is a quiet guy. Cares but doesn’t show it as much. “We can reread it.” Nobara said.

Mid way into class you guys worked on the questions together. “Question 10, which situation is best when there’s a people in the surrounding area during a fight?

A. Build a barrier around them causing protection.

B. Leading the curse into a unpopulated area

C. Leave a member behind to evacuate the area

D. None of the above” Yuji said. It was a crazy question for you. During missions your teammates didn’t care to help you. You were always on your own so you don’t know how to respond.

“Y/n go.” Nobara said putting you on the spot. “ well um..it’s messed up leaving a member behind..it wouldn’t help the situation. The curse could aim directly at them. Kill them and then who will protect the people. The barrier would help but only for a while due to the distance if the soccers leaves. Leading the curse to an unpopulated area is the best bet. There will be destruction of property but the people would be safe so B?” You explained. You had a headache just from answering that. “Alrighty we trust you.” Yuji said. They all answered B.

Gojo was looking over. Teamwork is always building. Quite quickly.

Days passed you were eating on the roof. Megumi showed up. “Why are you up here eating alone” he asked sitting down. “I always eat alone.” You responded feeling pathetic. “Not anymore. You’re doing great by the way. We’re all impressed.” He praised you. He never thought there was a day he’d praise someone. “ thank you for being nice.” You replied eating. “ I can’t imagine…what you’ve been through..I mean..your thighs..and your sleeves rose..we all like you here.” He said eating his food. You were taken a back. “L-Leave me alone that’s none of your business!” You yelled tears threatening to slip. “I don’t mean to offend you. I’m just saying you’re strong..you overcame all of it..and we do love having you here. We’re a team. Remember. Teammates care for each other.” He said rubbing your back. You calmed down and ate in silence.

At a distance Yuji, Nobara and Gojo saw Megumi rubbing your back. “She’s been here for 3 weeks and he’s hitting on her. I must be dreaming.” Nobara said. Yuji agreeing with him. “ He was drooling the first day of class.” Gojo commented. They all walked to the cafeteria.

Megumi burped loudly feeling embarrassed afterwards. You noticed his flushed cheeks and giggled “someone loved his lunch.” He turned his face away. “ Megumi..everyone burps.” You spoke sitting up.

You’re on your second month at jujutsu high. Stupid visitors decided to show up. Outside forced to see the assholes who hurt you. “Wow you look the same. Brave of you to wear that uniform. It shows your stomach fat.” Mai said. You just held your tears back. “Yeah I.. I’m planning to change it.” You said remembering all the events from the past. “ She looks so pretty. You’re just a skinny rude as bitch with no ass. I’d advise you to workout on your ass.” Nobara defended you. Maki showed up. “ see you’ve all met my sister.” She said annoyed. Mai looked offended and suddenly got angry. “ you’re defending someone like her?” Todo commented. “watch how you talk about her.” Megumi said getting very upset. “ Who are you? Her pathetic boyfriend?” Kasumi said. “ so what if I am?” He said throwing her against the wall. He lifted her from her neck. No one has seen Megumi this upset. Kasumi choked gripping onto his hand. She was kicking trying to release from his hold. She was about to be out of air until he tossed her away. Kasumi was coughing hard. “Watch how you talk to her and how you talk about her.” He said. As Mai was about to attack Maki blocked her. “Leave my people alone. Otherwise things won’t end nicely. I’m sure you wouldn’t want any of your friends dead.” You couldn’t believe what just happened. Megumi was choking someone and the sisters are treating each other like shit. “You okay?” Megumi asked. Nobara rubbed your back. “We’re with you. Don’t let them get to you. Plus there’s a lot more to love.” Yuji said hugging you. Megumi face screamed jealousy. “Thank you guys.” You said pulling away softly.

Two days went by they were hell. The games were so different and difficult this year. “I hope I didn’t scare you..I know I lost my mind. I don’t know where that came from.” Megumi said handing you tissues. You were crying to Taylor Swift. He knew she sang all of your feelings. You blew your nose. “It’s fine I’m happy you all defended me.” You kept crying. It’s what you needed. Let your emotions flow out. You guys laid down. He pointed at the stars. Random topics were talk about. As morning came you woke up. You were surprised you made it through the night.“I didn’t want to interrupt your sleep. Was I too loud?” he said. “ no no I woke up good ” You said embarrassed. Camping was fun. You couldn’t help but feel alive and calm . It was the weekend. You decided to camp out with Megumi. Nature helps emotions. He said that.

He was right. It showed you that you’re falling for Megumi. Hard. “Come on!” He yelled just over the river. As you caught some fish you headed back. Best meal made during a camping trip. “Mhm fuck this is good.” Meg said eating like he’s never eaten fish before. You finished your food rather quickly. “After this we’re going swimming. Did you bring a bathing suit? We do have a shower to clean up. I brought some shampoo and body wash.” He said. Megumi was very excited to see you in a bathing suit. He would be so lucky to see you in one. You could say he’s being perverted. “Yeah I did actually. A purple one. My favorite color.” You replied. He mentally noted your favorite color is purple. “Alright!” Yuji said scaring you both. “ guys the water is crystal clear. I took some photos.” Nobara said sitting down.

About an hour passed. The water was cold as fuck. “ Love the bathing suit by the way.” Yuji said giving you a thumbs up. “ Nobara chose it out. I was kind of doubtful about it.” You replied. “ you look great.” Nobara said giving you a hug. You love your friends. You saw Yuji’s displeased face looking on ground. You turned. “Great.” You commented. Nobara was also pissed off. “ shouldn’t you guys be training? Instead of being lazy?” Kasumi asked standing next to mai.You wanted the stupid games to end already. They need to get their shit and leave. “ Shouldn’t you go fuck yourself.” Yuji said. You guys laughed. This was just awesome to witness. “Hm? Mai shouldn’t you be worried about your life? Todo shouldn’t you be finding a girlfriend or are you too much of a pussy to be rejected?” Megumi was flabbergasted. “What about you momo? Shouldn’t be at hogwarts playing quidditch? Mechamaru shouldn’t you be worried about having a fucking plug pulled. Noritoshi shouldn’t you be impressing the right people? Playing your part.” Yuji said. They all just left. “ Yeah that’s what I thought!” He said. They were too defeated to even turn back and say something. You guys laughed. “ M-my stomach hurts” nobara said and kept laughing. “H-holy shit Itadori” you said.

The camping finally ended and you all went back to your dorms. You saw your ex classmates right at your door. Great those assholes don’t know how to let things go. “ What a nice surprise. You guys missed me?” You said setting your things down. Grabbing the keys out of your pocket. You heard the door open. “ No need for the key darling.” Mai said. “ You know that bathing suit…was something. It’s crazy how you think they’re your friends. I mean we’re honest about how you look. They straight up lie to your face. You’ll always look like a fat cow. You will never amount to anything. You will always be the last resort. The last person to be chosen or might not be chosen at all. You will never the best at anything. You know we all see how you look at Megumi. You should forget about finding love. No guy will ever love you. No guy will ever think you’re beautiful. You’ll never be fit for love. Literally. We decorated your room. Hope you like it.” Mai said. You cried. “ Cry baby.” Momo said leaving with them. You walked into your room. Your special bedsheets were torn. The albums you bought were broken. The posters were crumbled up on the floor. You saw your clothes on the ground with ink splattered on them. Your sketch book burned and this one crossed the line. The quilt your grandmother made for you, torn. You cried of sadness and of anger. “ Hey…” Megumi said. He looked at the decorated room they left behind. “M-egumi I- I can’t take this anymore.” You cried. He held you. He let you cry it out. 3 hours. It took 3 hours. You remember a line from Taylor’s recent album. Midnights. Vigilant shit. “ Don’t get sad, get even.” You whispered letting go of Megumi. “ huh?” He looked at you. He saw an expression on your face he’s never seen before. “ They’re going to pay. I have to get even. I am sick and tired of all their shit. I’ve had enough.” You said grabbing your bow and arrows. “ Don’t stoop so slow.” He said blocking the door. “ Megumi shut up and move.” Nobara said tossing him aside. “I’m all in. I have your back. Always.” You nodded and smirked. “ Gojo is going to lose his shit if you guys act up.” Megumi said looking at you worried. “Woah they’re so getting their ass beat.” Yuji said looking at your trashed room. “ We need a plan.” Megumi said.

After your amazing plan of stealing their clothes and burning them, putting nair in their shampoo, leaving them without toilet paper and breaking their tools. The next day the 4 of you sat in the principals office with Gojo. “You guys clearly don’t know how to behave. You’re out there acting like hooligans. Acting like you guys have no fucking home training. How dare you make such a scandal.” Principal Masamichi yelled and went on for about 25 minutes. “ well Gojo have anything to add. “Your punishment starts now. Get up clean our classroom. I want it spotless. All the tools in the school are to be cleaned as well. I don’t care how long it takes.”he said sternly. You all left the room and started cleaning like Cinderella. “ so…whose idea was it?” Gojo asked. “ the clothes was Nobara. The nair was y/n and Yuji. I did the toilet paper and tools.” Megumi replied. Gojo had a smirk on his face. “ Good job kids. You should’ve added food coloring into their body wash and lotions.” He replied. You guys smiled. “ Next time. For sure.” Yuji said. “ I’m in on it next time but you all are taking the blame if we get caught.” He said helping you guys clean.

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[cultofdixon]

Miss Me?

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • 3. Traveling long distances just to see them. • ANGST/SFW

“Are you sure you’ll be okay traveling back in the rain? We could give you—-“

“All I need is a head start before nightfall, don’t waste anything for me when someone else could benefit from it” Y/N laughs putting her hood on then his poncho before getting her pack on along with her staff and started to leave once Jesus let the gates open.

“Please be safe!”

“When am I not??”

“You’re leaving right now I can’t lecture you!” Jesus laughs with Y/N on her way out, stopping at the gate watching her disappear into the forest.

The rain didn’t seem to let up and that started to make the dirt road into mud. Y/N couldn’t even check what time of day it was and it was starting to get exhausting dragging through the mud. So the quickest “clearest” spot she could find, was where she was making camp for the night.

Y/N moved a few broken tree branches to make a small tent, even though she had one, but the rain kept hitting so she used her tent cover to cover the branches and keep her dry the best that it could. In the mean time for the rain to calm down or for the sun to peak out, she thought warm thoughts to make her feel better.

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“You are fuckin’ crazy”

“You love me shut the fuck up”

“This is crazy, regardless if I love yea or not”

“Rick and Michonne will forgive me later! Judith is getting a kick out of it” Y/N smiles at the archer in the foyer finishing up the blanket fort with an already happy Judith sitting in the middle of it. “Now are you joining us or no?”

“Is there a password?” He jokes approaching the fort gently kneeling on the ground in front of the “entrance”.

“Mmm. No but a toll”

“Oh a toll huh?” Daryl couldn’t help the smile to appear along with a short chuckle, watching Y/N lean into him as he instantly got what this toll was. “Oh?”

“Oh? Guess you don’t wanna join us” Y/N pulls away and right before she could say anything more, Daryl grabbed a chunk of her shirt pulling her toward him. Her giggles were immediately cut off by him pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Y/N couldn’t help but give him a few more short and sweet kisses after his “toll” was paid. Soon interrupted by the little Grimes tugging at her shirt holding up a book.

“Wanna see if Uncle Daryl will do voices with me?” Y/N smiles handing the book to Daryl before adjusting and pulling Judith into her lap. “Bet he could do a pretty good big bad wolf”

“Ain’t gonna happen”

“Please!” Judith whines as both she and Y/N gave him puppy dog eyes resulting in a glare and a defeated sigh.

“Fine. But Rick ain’t hearing about it”

“Scouts honor”

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“Hey, coming on the run with us later?” Rick asks his brother who was fixing up his bike in Carol’s old garage before she moved to live in the Kingdom.

“Nah. I’ve got a feelin’”

“A feeling?” Rick laughs confused on what he meant as Daryl shrugs continuing to fix the tubing.

“A feelin’ something good is comin’”

“At least you’re happy about it. Anyway, need anythin’ before we head out?” He waits watching Daryl shake his head. “Alright, well…” he draws out stepping slowly away. “Say hi to Y/N for me if she beats me back” he smirks watching Daryl scramble with his tools and glare at the retired sheriff with the heat on his face.

Now this man was waiting beside the gates of Alexandria waiting patiently. Not that he knew Y/N was making the trip, but he always got a feeling when she’d be coming and has said feeling in that moment. Especially once the rain stopped he had high hopes. He’s got a few important questions to ask her and thought her most recent trip would be the right moment. But this man was going to go crazy if the fifth gate open of the day was anybody but Y/N.

Carol’s lucky he likes him or he would’ve sighed dramatically and left his post by the gate to be useful. Part of him was still dramatic but the laugh from his best friend given his position, made him slightly mad.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing…”

“He’s waiting for Y/N” Rosita instantly rats him out as she approaches the gates to help Carol with her trade in.

Daryl groans lifting from his seat about to leave when Carol whistled for his attention.

“Be useful and help us alright? Then maybe when you’re done she’ll be here”

She was indeed, not there, once they unloaded the goods off of Carol’s wagon. But now Daryl found himself in Rosita’s watching Carol make her famous stew with Rosita.

“Did she even tell you she was coming over?”

“Nah”

“Then how do you know she’s even coming?”

“Got a feeling”

“He’s pretty good with that too. Guesses every time Y/N would come over. But given the annoyed look on his face, his Y/N radar ain’t working” Carol teases getting a laugh out of Rosita.

“Ay pobre Chico” Rosita laughs as Daryl groans dragging his face with his hands.

“Ugh! If she don’t come by tonight I’m going out to get her”

“You know she walks from Hilltop! Let her take her time Daryl. Besides she’s gonna be just as eager as you are when she gets here” Carol turns the flame off to the stew as she lets it cool while she grabs the bowls for everybody. “What are you even eager to do with her?”

“Or to her?” Rosita winks getting a gentle shove from Daryl as he stayed quiet for a moment but his body language said everything. “Oh my god”

“Oh my god what?” Carol turns toward the two seeing Rosita’s smile grow bigger.

“Are you going to ask her to live with you or to marry you?”

The way Daryl covers his face instantly to avoid the others noticing his already presented blush on his face given by his ears turning red as well. Carol shot out a shocked scream of joy.

“Finally! I mean she already has her stuff at your place when she comes here. But finally to the other thing! Took you too damn long!”

“Did yea get a ring? Even though she would marry you with a ring made out of fishing line.”

“Nah Daryl has been thinking about this ever since they became official allllll the way back to the prison days” Carol smirks as the archer drops his hands on the counter giving her a DONT look but all of them know damn well she’s just gonna tell anyway.

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Carol couldn’t help the smile on her face watching Daryl being all giddy just from holding Y/N’s hand as they talk beside his bike. Her smile always made his day and Carol knew that just from how he’s taking every second of it into memory. Then Rick just had to interrupt the moment calling Y/N to help him with something making the two part and Daryl watched her walk away bringing a frown to his face temporarily as it shot back to a smile when she turned back to him and blew him a kiss.

“Caught in a trance?” Carol spooked the poor guy as he almost pushed his bike over and could’ve fallen with it. “Sorry sorry”

“You stalkin’ or something”

“No just wondering when I can ask when the two of you are going to move into a cell together. Your mattress is already right out of hers. Why not just. Share her cot?”

“Don’t wanna rush things…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Daryl states continuing to keep an eye on Y/N as she was helping tend to the garden with Rick given she has more farming experience than the ex-sheriff. “Don’t wanna spook her with my…nightmares”

There was almost always something that stopped him from sleeping with her. Not in that sense, because he’s had slept with her. But not over night deal. He was afraid the nightmares he had since he was younger and the new ones given the apocalypse, would end up hurting her. Because he’d wake up clutching something tight. Usually his shirt or his blanket. But he would blame himself for the rest of time if it was her throat.

“Baby steps. Maybe just. Lay with her. And I don’t mean sex. I mean cuddle. Let her sleep. Like. Taking shifts I guess. She’s independent. You remember how we found her. She’s not that afraid of anything. Except losing you…”

“And how you know that?”

“I know things”

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Oh Carol knows a lot of things.

“You’ve had sleepovers. And dirty ones. Obviously. Taking the next step would be easy. And taking that step wouldn’t be hard at all”

“Easy for yea to say” Daryl scoffs. “Remind me what you said to Ezekiel?” And with him saying that, Rosita gave Carol a curious look herself.

“Shut up this ain’t about me!” Carol rolls her eyes going to serve them up some stew before packaging the rest away. “You two are ready. Just take the chance once it’s given!”

“Like…Ezekiel?” Rosita smirks giggling to the glare received from the other woman.

When night came around, Y/N found herself approaching Alexandria with a tired happy look on her face as she unhooks her flashlight doing the Morse code signal to the night guard to show that it’s her and nobody else. The gate squeaked open just enough for her to slip through and help lock it back up.

“Hey”

The familiar voice instantly brought a smile to her tired face. Y/N drops her bags down to let the archer wrap his arms tightly around her straightening up as her feet started to dangled.

“Hi…Miss me?”

“Always” Daryl mumbles digging his face in the crook of her neck squeezing her tighter in his embrace causing a tired giggle to escape her.

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“Miss me?”

Y/N drops the basket she was holding and practically sprinted the short distance almost knocking her and Daryl over. He securely wrapped his arms around her straightening up to always notice her feet dangle making him laugh a bit.

“Missed how short you were”

“Haha…very funny” Y/N laughs choking on her tears as she brought her legs to wrap around his torso holding onto him tighter. “Don’t leave me again, okay? Please promise me that”

“Mm not going anywhere without you, darling.” Daryl sighs adjusting and squeezing her tighter. “Promise”

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Y/N happily found her spot resting on his chest in his shirt and a pair of shorts, on his bed, safely comfortable in his arms. She was in and out of consciousness given how late it was but she wanted to stay awake as long as she could in his embrace. Given Daryl hasn’t fallen asleep yet to admire every feature on her tired expression enjoying how comfortable he was with her.

“Don’t leave again” Daryl whispers feeling her stir to look at him directly. “Unless it’s with me, don’t want yea going alone no more”

“Okay”

“And—-wait…serious?”

“Mhm” Y/N smiles feeling him shift to sit up looking down at her a bit. A bit surprised it was that easy. “As much as I like the long walk travels to the love of my life, I don’t like being without you”

Daryl suddenly flips the two on the bed so he’s towering Y/N looking her dead in the eye waiting for any negative sign. But she was genuine. Telling the truth. Giving him exactly what he wanted. He felt his next words get stuck in the back of his throat knowing what comes next. Her tired expression grew more and more exhausted but she stayed awake enough to wait for whatever he was trying to say that was stuck in that beautiful head of his.

“I don’t want you to just live with me”

Confusion filled her eyes as she gently takes a hold of his face caressing his cheeks.

“Then…tell me, love”

Daryl relaxes always in her touch feeling her thumbs rub gently against his cheeks as he couldn’t help the tears that formed from her softness.

“Marry me” He chokes on his tears feeling Y/N bring her arms around his neck tugging forward so that he’d sit back feeling her adjust so he’d be comfortable with her in his lap.

The way no signs of rejection or hesitation was on her face, confused Daryl a bit. But her clear as day smile and the softness of her callused hands taking a hold of his face made it clear.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to ask me that”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction

[its-tortle]

Hi Luisa! Hope you’re doing well!! ❤️ From the prompt list, how about 23? 🥰

hi galks!! thank you for this <3 sorry it took so long

23. "Just pretend to be my date"

In retrospect, Bucky has no idea why he thought it would even be a good idea to come to this thing. He doesn’t know the groom that well, he doesn't know the bride at all, and his positive response to the RSVP was really mostly just because he had a pathetic lack of plans and was a glass or three of wine in. Also, he had foolishly hoped that the guy he had gone on two semi-pleasant dates with would turn into a boyfriend by the time he had to attend yet another one of these stupid weddings. But Darrian or Dorian or Darryl had turned out to be a tool, mostly, and they hadn’t even made it to their fourth date, so now Bucky is an itchy suit again, nursing his fourth glass of champagne and watching the happy couple -- couples, really -- spin around the dancefloor in their own little world of blissful oblivion. Bitches. 

He suppresses a sneer -- because he should be happy for them, really he should! -- and knocks back the rest of his glass. 

He hates himself a little bit, maybe, because he’s being the grumpy asshole in the corner he vowed to never be, but he’s just really sick of tinder matches that result in having to answer to how many siblings he has and what his favorite movie is only to end up at every wedding alone.

It’s not his fault his ex was an asshole and he’s gotten kind of bad at letting people in. 

And he’s fine most of the time, he really is, except suddenly it’s getting hard to convince himself of that because Brock is here, somehow, and he looks way too put together in his crisp suit and he’s laughing at something with a blonde hanging off of his arm and Bucky’s skin is crawling. He wants to run. He wants to grab another flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray just to throw it in Brock’s face. He wants to scream.

Mostly, he finds he just wants to show Brock that he’s better off without him, even if he still has to remind himself of it sometimes. He wants to seem cool, and handsome, and put together and over it in a way he can’t bring himself to totally be. He hears what sounds like an echo of a pop princess in his head sing “nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it” at that thought, and maybe Maisie is right, but dammit, he just wants Brock to see that it’s his loss. 

Bucky is a catch. Brock is just some dude.

Except Bucky is the one sitting sourly in the corner while Brock is charming the pants off of the audience he’s amassed.

Bucky refuses to stand for it.

“If looks could kill,” a voice muses suddenly from beside him, and Bucky almost jumps with the surprise of it. 

His gaze follows the voice to a figure sitting at the table to his left -- and what a figure it is. The man is around Bucky’s age, with golden hair and blue, blue eyes, and shoulder’s the size of a fridge. Somehow, miraculously, he almost looks graceful despite it. With the bump in his nose and little waist Bucky can see under his tapered suit, he looks like a Greco-Roman statue. 

Bucky stares.

The man raises an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” Bucky blurts. “I’m not- I don’t usually stare like that. I’m not a serial killer.”

The blond chuckles, but it doesn’t feel mean. “You sure?”

“I mean-” Bucky feels himself sink deeper into his awkwardness, even as he tries to backpedal. “I’d kill him maybe, but he’s an outlier.”

The stranger laughs again, and Bucky feels a little too proud of himself for it.

He steps away from the column he’s leaning on to take a seat beside the stranger at the table and hopes he isn’t being presumptuous. A pretty smile lets him know he doesn't mind.

“So what’s his crime?” the stranger prompts then. “Is he a high school bully? A shitty coworker? An ex?

“The latter,” Bucky admits. “And obviously it looks like he’s here only to rub into my face that he’s thriving.”

“I don’t know,” the stranger muses. “It kind of looks like he’s balding a little bit.”

Bucky lets out a startled laugh and decides he likes him right there and then. “Fucker deserves it.”

“Didn’t end well?” the stranger guesses.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffs wryly, finally feeling somewhat like he’s regained his footing. “He kind of- oh shit, he’s coming over.”

And like that, his footing is gone. Sure enough, Brock seems to have spotted them across the dance floor and is cutting his way through the crowds with that pretty blonde still hanging off of his arm.

Bucky turns to the stranger in a panic. “Fuck. Can you- Can I ask a favor?”

The stranger frowns. “Sure.”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Bucky blurts. “For like, a minute until he goes away.”

Bucky expects the stranger to protest, to scoff and call him ridiculous to even suggest it, but instead he just gives Bucky a subtle nod and adjusts his seating so his (glorious) thigh and (beautiful devastating) shoulder is bumping into Bucky’s. Bucky presses back in thanks.

“James, darling,” Brock jeers when he approaches them. “How nice to see you made it.”

Brock might have been ruinously impossible to read, but even Bucky can tell he doesn't mean that. If he does, it’s just to rub his composed-ness into Bucky’s face. That’s not a word. Whatever.

“You too,” Bucky manages to grit back. “You look good.”

“You too,” Brock replies, but the moment of hesitation before it speaks volumes. Bucky wants to scratch his eyes out. 

“Still working at the shop, then?” Brock asks. Bucky just about jumps out of his chair.

“Yeah,” Bucky manages. His smile is so fake it's hurting his face.

“But he’s actually just started a new project!” the stranger cuts in all of a sudden. “Haven’t you, babe?”

He’s perfect, beautiful, a knight in shining armor. Bucky could kiss him.

Instead, he just smiles and looks back to Brock. “Oh, yes!” he confirms, like he only just remembered because fun new projects happen to him all the time. “I’m restoring this gorgeous 60s Corvette. It’s Tony Starks, actually.”

Brock looks almost impressed, and Bucky wants to leap with joy. He isn’t even lying.

“That’s so cool!” the blonde on Brock’s arm says.

“Congrats,” Brock comments, though it falls a little flat. “Who’s this?” he asks after a moment, gesturing to the Adonis of a stranger.

“Oh, right,” Bucky asks, like this isn’t an orchestrated part of the interaction. “This is my boyfriend. Darling, this is Brock. He’s an old friend.”

Brock’s face twitches like Bucky hoped it would. The ‘old friend’ bit always works like a charm -- Bucky’s been on the other end of it.

“Steve,” his fake boyfriend, Steve, introduces himself. “Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake because apparently Bucky looped a gentleman into his con.

A gentleman with a lame white boy name that Bucky somehow finds endearing when it melds itself to pretty blue eyes and a crooked nose.

Brock shakes the hand with a poorly disguised grimace.

“Right well,” he says after another short moment of awkward silence. “This is Emily.”

Emily gives them a dorky little wave that’s almost cute. Bucky notes that she wasn’t allowed to introduce herself and reminds himself not to hate her. She’s just Brock’s next victim anyhow. 

She doesn’t even get the girlfriend label. Classic.

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky says as earnestly as he can.

Another silence stretches between them. The band has just started playing a Smiths song at a wedding, for some reason.

“Right, well,” Bucky’s knight in shining armor says before it can stretch too wide. “It was so nice to meet you both and I hate to interrupt, but I’d love to ask my best guy for a dance?”

He looks over at Bucky with a questioning glance, and Bucky takes the bait gladly. “Yes! Of course. Please excuse us, this is our song.”

If either Brock or Emily are perturbed by their song being Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths, they don’t show it. Bucky internally pumps his fist.

Steve loops his arm through Bucky’s as he leads them to the dance floor, and Bucky curses himself for noticing how solid and warm his arm is. He smells like a warm July evening.

When they reach the floor, Steve loops the same arm around Bucky’s waist and loosely holds his hand in the other. Bucky glances at Brock and Emily over his shoulder and makes a short moment of eye contact with Brock until Steve spins him around and Brock is well out of sight.

“Sorry,” Steve says suddenly, quietly. “I just thought we might want out of that situation.”

Bucky waves him off. “No, thank you. For that and for- the whole thing.”

“Sure,” he responds easily. “He seems like an asshole.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “He is.”

His beautiful knight-in-shining-armor Adonis stranger is even more beautiful under the twinkling lights of the dance floor, if that’s even possible. His hair falls into his face like a golden curtain. His eyes look like the stars.

“But really,” Bucky says. “You were amazing. I owe you one.”

Steve’s starry eyes crinkle at the corners. “No need. It was fun, honestly.”

Bucky tries to find a way to say that he wants to owe Steve one, wants the excuse to see Steve again, when he beats him to it.

“But, um,” he utters, looking suddenly a bit nervous. Bucky admires that he’s still smiling, that he looks unapologetic about his nervousness. He’s brave, Bucky realizes, and it makes him a little warm. 

“If you wanted to owe me one,” Steve ventures, “you could.”

Bucky can’t help the incredulous little laugh that escapes him. Steve isn’t real. He can’t be.

“Dinner?” he asks.

Steve nods.

When Bucky enters his number in Steve’s phone a moment later, he enters his name as Bucky :) before he can think better of it.

Steve frowns when he takes it back. “I thought your name was James,” he questions.

“It is,” Bucky says quickly. “Technically. But Bucky’s a childhood nickname and I just- I like it better.”

Brock always laughed at it, said it was juvenile and Bucky couldn’t expect anyone to take him seriously with it. But Steve just smiles. 

“Me too,” he says.

Bucky doesn’t mind the next wedding he attends so much. It’s hard to when Steve is holding his hand and clumsily spinning him around a dance floor and making him choke on his drink with laughter. 

And when Brock shows up dateless, Bucky’s too happy to even feel vindictive about it. Mostly.

#here you go!! #sorry bucky is sad and salty. i projected too hard #but i hope you like it anyway :) #should i post this on ao3? idk #i guess i'll see how its received here first #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #marvel #tortle writes #stucky fic #stucky ficlet