#I barely check the obey me tag anymore sorry

[cosmicstarlatte]

Flirting With Others (Obey Me!)

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You and your favorite demon have a "will-they won't-they" thing going on and you got tired of it. You and another demon student flirt around. Your favorite demon sees this. How does he react?

»Characters: Demon Bros, Diavolo, Barbatos

»Tags: ⚠️ (for themes) *Self indulgent tbh, Possessive, Jealousy, Yandere for some, Toxic, GN Reader, Diavolo my beloved, swooning over beel

»Note: How did I forget this in my notes!? AAAAAAA♡♡♡

Lucifer:

He was on the way to his student office when he saw you two

Why are you smiling at them like that?

His eyes widened when he saw the other demon lightly touch your shoulder

He's not irritated, nope not at all

He takes it out on everyone for the rest of the day

Barely speaks to you for days

Why would you have eyes for someone else when he's more than available?

Saw you with that lowly demon again in the hallway and he just wasn't having it anymore

He called you to him

"We are going on a date tonight at 7. Be ready. Don't make me wait."

You seemed confused but very excited

He was too and just smirked at the angry demon behind you

Mammon:

Was waiting outside for you to go home together and he saw you from the distance with the demon

What's the human doing blushing like that?

Not one to ignore situations like that

Gets closer to investigate

Did...did that demon just touch their arm?

Seriously, why are you acting all happy and giggly with them?

He can't bare to watch...it....it kind of hurts

Before he knows it he's getting in between you two

"What? You wanna be food or somethin'? C'mon." He growls and drags you away angrily

The other demon tried to protest but Mammon slid into demon form in an instant so they backed off

He held your hand all the way home but he was silent until you got to the door

"Don't ever do that again...ya hear me? You're definitely mine, got it?"

Levi:

Couldn't wait to show you his new video of funny anime clips he made

He made sure to include some of your favorites, he knew you'd love it!

He went looking for you around lunch

Who is that demon...why are they so close to you?

They're getting too cozy...

He saw the demon wrap their arm around your waist while you laughed

TOO COZY

Before he knew it he slipped into his demon form and went yelling at the two of you

He grabbed you and dragged you away yelling about normies and his time

The other demon barely had time to say anything since Levi shot them a death glare

He kept mumbling angrily and finally stopped when you two were away from everyone

"You can't do things like that! I won't allow it! You're my player two, okay!? And...and tonight is date night!"

Satan:

Went to go meet you at the library

Noticed you were talking to a demon he was seeing around more often

Decided to spy just a little...was curious is all

Went from chill to "chill 🙂" when he saw the other demon kiss your hand

He rushed over and cleared his throat and offered a not so friendly hello

The demon didn't leave...great

When you went to the restroom Satan threatened them

"If you know what's good for you, I suggest you stay away."

Don't catch his paws

The demon had heard stories about Satan's wrath so they complied

He explained to you the other demon had things to do

"Hey while I have you here...would you like to go on a date this weekend?"

Asmo:

Was on his way to class but got nosy when he saw you were with someone that wasn't his brothers

He stayed back to check if you were safe

A small flame erupted when he saw the other demon lightly brush your hair with their finger

Ha! As if he could ever be jealous of someone like them!

But they were getting all your attention...

Sauntered over and introduced himself

He suggested the other demon leave since they would never be good enough for you

You seemed embarrassed but also delighted by the turn of events

"Sorry it took long...will you go on a date with me♡?"

He can't have anyone scoop up what's his 💅

Beel:

Went to look for you after school

Saw you with another demon in an empty  classroom

Saw the demon take both your hands

You were blushing and they were giving you a flirty smile

Before Beel knew it he was in front of you both and took the other demons hands off you, who protested

Beel bared his fangs and they backed off

"Lets go." Beel pulled you away angrily and carried you home

Why did he do that?

Was nervous/upset when he thought about you meeting with that demon so he was clingy for a few days

He froze when he saw the demon hanging around you again

pout

He put two and two together and realized he was jealous

He asked you out in front of the other demon and admitted he didn't want to see you with anyone else

Belphie:

Thought he was having a nightmare when he saw you and another demon flirting in class

What do you mean this isn't a dream

Belphie.exe has stopped working

Murder.

Murder on his mind.

You will be his. You are his.

He silently made his way towards you both and faced the other demon

punch

"Dont think you can get in my way." He warned the unconscious body

You seemed upset yet moved by his action

He grabbed your hand tightly and muttered about annoyances

"You're mine, no question. Everyone will know this now."

Diavolo:

He eagerly seeked you out after classes ended and came upon a crushing sight

You were laughing in the arms of another demon in the empty hallway

He must behave professionally

He must behave

He must-

"Who's this nuisance my little lamb? 🙂"

Oh shit was he in demon form too?

Why do you make him so weak?

He was pleased to see the other demon cower and excuse themselves quickly

The black aura probably helped warn them of the danger too

He apologized for his appearance but remained truthful with you

"Forgive me, I should've said this long ago. You are mine, let me be clear about that now."

He carried you home and from then on, everyone knew you two were officially dating

Barbatos:

Was on his way to Diavolo's office when he saw you and a demon skipping class and looking friendly...

Surely not you? No, not at all-

Not a fan of this new development but chose to ignore it, he had bigger things to focus on after all

Tried to continue to Diavolo's office unnoticed

It wasn't until he saw the demon wrapping their arm around you that he really snapped and walked over

"Ahem. Excuse me to interrupt..."

Pulled you away to the nearest empty classroom

Pushed you against the wall, his gloved hand held your face gently

"I apologize for not making my intentions clear before. We are together, starting now. I did not like what I witnessed and know that won't happen again."

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#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me yandere #obey me reader #obey me shall we date #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[callmesaya]

Evening Primrose

Mammon x gn! Reader for Obey Me!

Pure Fluff for 1.1k words

Warnings: fatigue/burnout, stress before exams, skipped meals, fucked up sleep schedule, talons (not portrayed violently), mentions of nudity (no bodily description), backache (can be read as chronic or occasional), kisses, it's set in the og instead of nightbringer, lmk if any tags are missing!

Note: this was written for the following prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial, so go check out their set up, it's really fun doing this! I might participate next week too, but for now, I hope you guys enjoy my first fic on my new blog!

Each day was a new mess at the House of Lamentation, but there wasn't a thing in the three realms that could keep you away. It had been 4 months of contentment since you decided to stay there permanently and severed all ties in the human realm.

However, with exam season coming up, you were stressed out of your mind. Last year, you'd studied a Core Syllabus, but as a resident, you suddenly had a lot more to learn.

You'd wake up early each day to prepare, spend the entire day at RAD, work a shift at Hell's Kitchen, and then return to deal with homework and revision. You'd also begun skipping breakfast to make flashcards. On nights before a prep leave, you'd stay up till midnight in a frenzy.

While the brothers were concerned for your well-being, they didn't interfere, knowing you could handle yourself. They'd leave some food for you in the fridge, but you never actually ate it.

Mammon missed you most of all, his interactions with you becoming far and few between. His nightly visits grew shorter, with you telling him to study despite his whiny protests.

After the Elemental Permutations exam, you almost immediately locked yourself in your room to prepare, even calling out of work. The upcoming exam, on the day after tomorrow, was Latin Incantation, and you'd barely passed the class last year. You were genuinely afraid of asking the professor for doubts, so you had tonnes to catch up on before the first exam of the year.

No one bothered you until after dinner when Mammon popped in to check on you. "Yer dinner's in the fridge, don't let Beel eat it this time. Ya haven't had a thing to eat since the poison apple you had this morning. Not that I care for ya or something, don't go thinking that, but y'might get sick if ya don't stop reading all these stupid spells."

"Well, unless I can remember these stupid spells, I'm gonna get kicked out of RAD, so I don't have a choice here. I'll tell you once I'm done. Can't seem to focus on the damned spells anyway." You shut your door with a tired smile, still in the wrinkly RAD uniform.

A few more hours and a lot more exhaustion later, you couldn't take it anymore. You tiptoed through the house and out the kitchen window quietly. It was past midnight, and the double doors in the lobby weren't the sneakiest exit.

You quickly scoured the surrounding foliage, plucking yellow bursts under the starlight. The fresh air and flowery scent calmed you a bit, but you still had work to do.

Heading back, you grabbed what you needed from the kitchen. Back aching, you sat comfortably on the floor. Bringing out your mortar and pestle, you delicately picked the seeds off of bright yellow primroses, letting them fall to stone as you put the rest away.

Once you separated the seeds off each flower, you ground it as finely as you could. This was where you released all your pent-up irritation at the universe while relieving hand cramps.

After it became flour, you alternated between grinding and adding water, allowing the mixture to emulsify. Once you'd added all the water you needed, you just kept grinding it down in a blind rage.

"Ya know that won't actually do anything, right?" A voice piped up by your shoulder while large, tan hands covered your own. Gentle as ever, Mammon guided the pestle away from you. "Sorry, I let myself in. The lights were still on, and you hadn't told me yet that you were going to sleep."

You turned to give him an incredulous look. Did this man really stay up worrying for five hours just because you didn't text him saying you were ready for some quality time? It's not like you'd forgotten, but it wasn't exactly the first thing on your agenda. He began straining the mixture into a different container, filtering seed husks to leave just oil and water.

"Well, I'm not going to bed yet, just needed a break. I still gotta cover shapeshifting spells."

You took over here, skimming oil off the top and pouring it into a corked bottle. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew he wasn't gonna leave without seeing you tucked in.

"You don't get to do this any longer, little human. And go change, your clothes look miserable." He seemed to have hit a bold streak, tossing your nightclothes at you without stuttering or even looking your way. (little did you know, he was blushing into the cupboard.)

Once you came out of your bathroom, he gently ruffled your hair and undid it. You let out hums as he massaged your scalp, and it was enough for him to begin rubbing your shoulders.

Soon you were covered in only a blanket and booty shorts, lying on your stomach as Mammon massaged the sweet-scented oil into your skin. Despite his white talons, he worked every knot and kink in your back.

Drooping into a sleepy haze, you murmured softly into your pillow. "Mammon, could I ask for a favour?"

"Long as it doesn't hurt ya. Ya got three wishes, and I'm not opposed to breaking some ethical and legal bounds."

"Hmmm, nothing like that, but can you kiss me?"

Suddenly, his calm was gone, replaced by a puddle of warmth. "I- you- so like- I mean- Of course we can do that thing you want us to do, but are you really sure you want us to do The Thing? Right now, here, like this?"

"I meant it the first time, so I'll ask again: can we kiss?"

That was all it took for him to graze your lips with his. He kissed you softly, with two fingers tilting your chin up from your pillow. It was a bit awkward with you lying down and him standing, so he stepped closer to you and-

"G'ahhhh!!"

He stubbed his toe. You couldn't help but giggle, and for once, he wasn't mad. He sulked over his battle scars, but all was forgotten when you lifted the sheets with an arm to invite him. He snuggled in with delight, telling you to scoot before he falls off and kissing you again. As you both broke apart in yet more laughter, you decided to see if he'd actually been serious earlier.

"For my second wish, I need your help tomorrow. Just some Latin vocab so I can actually understand all this."

"Just for my human, but don't go waking me up early, ya hear me? And by the way, ya still got one more wish."

"Stay right here tonight."

Just a little sample to help those learning English. (you can skip ahead if you want, this is just me gushing about the Little Details™️)

The flower shown here is Evening Primrose, as mentioned above, and it can also be found in pink or white. Some people call it a sun cup or a butter cup, but it actually stays away from the sun, the name is just because of the colour. It blooms only at dusk (sunset) and shows its face at night, closing again in the morning. Since the Devildom has no sun, I thought this would be the perfect flower to use.

The second image shows a mortar and pestle, which is a stone-hewn apparatus (tool or set-up) used to grind seeds and such. The mortar is the bowl, and the pestle is the crayon-shaped bit that you press in. The background is a close resemblance to the given colour #fff207, but for the exact hue (shade) you can search 'hex colour picker' on google and enter the code.

The last image is just Mammon haha, but there's a little tidbit in there too. According to Bloom and Wild, "Yellow primroses symbolise happiness, warmth and love and are better to give someone you’re in a long-term relationship with or someone who has always been there for you through thick and thin." Also, the Latin roots prima rosa directly translate to "first rose", so I associate this flower with Mammon being The First.

If anyone ever has doubts with English, no matter how puny, my asks and dms are always open! Never read, or consume, unless it brings you either joy or growth.

#omswd #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #msg enhancement #obey me fluff

[fluffimemes]

Lucifer: You should be addicted to shutting up.

MC: You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

#source: tumblr #I think Lucifer wouldn't cuss because it would be informal #also someone probably already did this #I barely check the obey me tag anymore sorry #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me shitpost #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me memes #incorrect obey me quotes #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer

[hannibalsupperthigh]

୨⎯ "Late Night With Professor Graham" ⎯୧

NSFT 18+

Hannigram Fic

TW: BLOOD, BITES, DEGRADING

(Part 1/2 )

A/N: Literally my first fic, please be gentle guys.

Will spends the majority of his time around his desk. As most professors do, he finds himself pulling all-nighters grading mediocre essays, or preparing the next week’s lesson plan. So it was no surprise to him when Hannibal came looking for him one night, Will had completely lost track of time and missed their nearly daily sessions. He looks up from the mountains of papers on the oak desk sees a very pissy Hannibal.

“ I didn’t think to check the time, I’m sorry,” Will rubbed his face with his hands. 

“ It’s 2 in the morning. Our session was hours ago.”

Those “ sessions” were more so sitting and talking for 20 minutes before they magically ended up hooking up. He supposed that Hannibal viewed this as him standing him up. Something the doctor wasn’t used to. Will, still staring blankly at a student’s work, decided to take advantage of this. 

“ I don’t know why you bothered coming here just to tell me I’m late. It’s not like I pay you and certainly aren’t my psychiatrist anymore. Not at this point,” Will moved the paper down from his face and pushed his glasses to the end of his nose. 

Hannibal was bothered. He was more stiff than usual and now and then, his lip would curl. He was avoiding eye contact, choosing to look over Will rather than at him. He saw the older man suck in his teeth before speaking. 

“ Well, I waited for hours at the office. I canceled appointments for yours. I figured something must be wrong if you missed our time slot by so many hours,” Hannibal said, his tone short. 

Will kept a smile hidden under a scowl. He stood up, moving towards Hannibal. Their faces inches apart, Will could feel the other man’s body heat radiate off of him. 

“ I need to put this file in the cabinet behind you,” paper in hand, he waved for the Lithuanian man to move. 

 Hannibal had finally lost whatever patience he had by this point. Pushing Will against the wall next to the filing cabinet, he growled. Will felt his breath on his face and motioned for Hannibal to sit. The older man obeyed, reluctantly, slowly moving into a sitting position on the floor at Will’s feet. He glared daggers into Will’s eyes as he noticed a shine from Will’s pocket. Hannibal reached out to the tired man’s slacks before having his hand swatted away. 

“ If you want this,” Will dangled the black collar in his face “ you won’t touch until I say you can. Look at you, you’re disgusting coming here instead of calling. Why should I do anything for you? I should make you go home.” 

    Hannibal’s chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. He went to turn his head from the scorned professor, Will’s hand forcibly grabbing his face with one hand. His face turned to meet Will’s.

“ You look at me when I’m talking to you. Why do you deserve me? Why do you deserve the pleasure I could bring you? You’ve had an attitude ever since you’ve walked through the door,” Will bore into Hannibal’s eyes, seeing his pupils dilate. 

“ You’re right, I don’t deserve you, Will-”

“ I don’t deserve you, what?” 

Hannibal shivered, “ I don’t deserve you, tėvelis.” 

    It was Will’s turn to shiver. Hannibal often refused to use his titles in English, choosing to stick to his native tongue instead. Will knows it’s mostly out of preference, but he likes to think Hannibal is too embarrassed to say them in a language Will is well-versed in. 

“ That’s a good answer. You’re lucky I have a habit of taking in strays,” Will lifted the older man’s chin “ No matter how filthy and needy they are. Keep your chin up.”

Hannibal wordlessly bared his neck to master, allowing him to fasten the leather to his throat. Will’s hand trailed down the flesh until he reached the tag attached to the collar. Will’s Bitch is engraved upon the silver skull, Will’s contact information was on the back. 

“ You should know by now that your needs are second to mine. If you do a good job, I might take pity on you,” Will pulled on the collar, bringing Hannibal closer to his belt. 

Hannibal got the hint and in an instant, his hands were on the metal clasp. Will chuckled slightly at the eagerness, feeling Hannibal’s hands shake in excitement. Will gently moved his hands away before undoing the belt himself, keeping the strap wrapped around his hand, motioning for Hannibal to continue with the other.  Hannibal made quick work of Will’s slacks, pulling his boxers down with them. 

The cannibal felt his mouth water. Will was always so pleasantly thick, so much so that it was almost intimidating looking at it. You wouldn’t think it, but Will is very thorough when it comes to hygiene. Mostly due to Hannibal complaining about hair in his mouth. Hannibal was about to reach out when Will, once again slapped the offending hand.

“ Did I say you could touch?” 

“ No.”

“ Then ask. Nicely,” Will looked down, his eyes glaring through the glasses.

    Hannibal both hated and loved how commanding Will was with him. Looking back and forth between Will’s stern face and his cock, he realized Will wasn’t playing around. Hannibal set aside his pride and finally let himself slip under Will’s gaze. He held his head down, looking at his hands on the floor. 

“ May I please touch you, tėvelis?” he mumbled.

“ What was that? I can’t hear you when you speak to the floor,” Will tilted Hannibal’s head up to look at him. 

“ Please, let me make you feel good,” Hannibal’s breathing was labored as he stared into Will’s eyes. 

Will smirked, “ Then do your best.” 

    Hannibal felt his face being shoved and opened his mouth in compliance. Will’s fingers ran through his hair, pushing him further onto his cock as the man gagged. Tears fell from his coffee-colored eyes, Will’s brilliant orbs once as blue as water untouched by man were now dark as it was outside. Hannibal did his best to look back up at his lover, Will broke character for just long enough to smile softly back at him before pulling on the soft locks on Hannibal’s head. The psychiatrist quickly placed his hands on Will’s ass, holding onto the firm flesh to brace himself. 

    Will looked down at what should be a dangerous, cannibalistic serial killer and saw an absolute wreck of a man. He held the tip of his dick at the submissive man’s lips, giving him time to appreciate the sight that is Hannibal Lector on the floor below him. Will stroked his cheek with his thumb, before opening his mouth.

“ You look pathetic, it suits you,” Will smirked, a corner of his mouth twitched as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. 

Hannibal was too far gone to say the smart comment bubbling up in his throat. He simply nodded lightly in disagreement. 

Will laughed, “ Of course, you’d say no. It’s a good thing your opinion doesn’t matter at the moment, huh?” 

    The, usually, mature man didn’t have time to glare at the insult. Will slammed himself into the back of Hannibal’s mouth, groaning as the older man tightened around him. His hands held onto Hannibal’s hair as if his life depended on it. His legs nearly buckled as he fell back against the cool surface of the wall. The hot, moist cave of his throat was too much for Will. He hadn't realized how pent up he was. He had been working for nearly the past 24 hours at this point. He was so tired, but not of Hannibal. Hannibal was something Will could never tire of, no matter how hard he tried to hate him. 

Hannibal held back a coughing fit as he soothed the back of Will’s thighs. His strong hands somewhat held the slightly smaller man up. He moaned at the taste, sending Will’s head back due to the deep vibrations. Will tasted clean, yet slightly bitter. His skin smelled like pine and fresh linen. A smell that, to Hannibal, smelt like home. When he and Will first started this arrangement, he knew his place was right where he was right now. On his knees, in front of Will. 

“ Are you going to move or do I have to force you?” Will huffed. 

    Hannibal squeezed Will’s thighs before bobbing his head at a steady pace. Will’s eyes fluttered shut, moving one hand up to his mouth. He bit into the back of his hand, muffling the most beautiful sounds Hannibal has ever heard. This only encouraged him, to Will’s dismay. Blood rushed from the same hand when Hannibal began stroking the underside with his tongue, not letting up as the blood fell on his face. His cheeks hollowed, strained noises sounded from deep inside Will. Ones that Hannibal likened to a dying rabbit. 

Suddenly, Will pulled away. His body slid down the wall until he was on the same level as Hannibal. He looked over at the confused cannibal and laughed, almost a giggle. Hannibal put his face on one of Will’s knees. 

“ Sorry, I just didn’t want to end our fun early. Remind me to bleed on you more,” Will took the other man’s face in his hands and rubbed some of the blood in.

“ I doubt I’d be able to remind you if the situation is anything like this one,” Hannibal took hold of Will’s hand, sucking on two of the bloody fingers. 

“ Just get your ass over to the desk,” Will groaned, getting up. 

#nbc hannibal #hannigram #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #fanfic #nsft #mlm fanfic #bd/sm pet #smut #hannibal #will graham

[hellothere-generalangsty]

Gloved hand (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair found a way to get rid of his chip, and went looking for his brothers in the depot, fully aware of the confrontation that would follow.

No pairing or reader description, only the member of the Batch

Word count: 2761

CW/TW: ANGST; Death, trauma, guilt, violent memories/ nightmares, burns/scar, some swearing; I don’t know how graphic my style is, so if I forgot anything please tell me!

Tags: @allamarisss @loth-wolffe @imalovernotahater (you all asked 🤧)

@razena88 @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s (non of you asked but I thought you'd want to check it out since you reacted to my Crosshair post; if you don't want to be tagged just tell me and I'll remove it !)

Notes: I had to. Because you’re all nice and I love pain, so here is the Sad Hour: Crosshair Edition™; Enjoy! (aka, I hope you’ll suffer a bit)

PS: sorry about the little dots when I skip a line, it’s the only way I could well...skip a line. I’ll try to find another way for the future!

PPS: The Neighbourhood - Roll Call is the song I listened to while writing this 🤭

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He knew they were waiting on him, on the move he would make. They didn’t know about his chip being removed – not yet – and he knew he only had one shot.

How ironic.

He was still wearing the Imperial armour, face covered by his helmet, rifle attached to his back. He could see the way Hunter tightened his fingers around the trigger, and he recognised that look; the one he usually gave to his opponents before he killed them. He could get away; Hunter was a good shooter and his senses did helped for that; but Crosshair was the marksman. He guessed by a simple look at the scenery that the shot would crush through his pectoral plates, and given the distance and the type of blaster, it would surely shake him out, but it wouldn’t kill him.

As much as he sucked at it, he had to resort to words. He wasn’t the Empire’s puppet anymore, and trying once again to threaten them…It was simply out of the question.

Slowly, he raised his hands to his helmet, grabbing the lower part of it. He waited a second, not sure about the short moment where his vision would be obstructed.

Come on, you don’t get to worry about getting shot. Take the damn bucket off.

He pushed it up his head, briefly closing his eyes as a ridiculous way to sooth his morbid thoughts. When he opened them up again, Hunter hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t know how much time he had, so Crosshair dared to take a step forward. Then another, holding his helmet in one hand, keeping the other one on the plastoid covering his chest, gently taping it with a gloved finger.

He stopped at the fourth step. The Batchers tensed up, unsure of what his next move would be. Crosshair knew what he was doing.

T’s your time to shine, Cross.

“DC-17. Round it down to a 7 meters distance from the target, slightly move your arm to your left.” He taped on a small spot of his chest plate, never breaking eye contact with Hunter. “Make me proud.”

It was a bold move, he knew it too damn well. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with them, with him, as much as it scared the crap out of him. As much as he hoped, deep down, for his brother to take pit-

.

 It was quick, bright. Finger pressed against the trigger, Hunter noticed every wave in the sound of the shot as it echoed in the depot. He followed the blue deflagration as it got spit out of his blaster, sliding the air in a thin whistling, brushing past Crosshair’s left arm, hitting another clone further behind.

He didn’t know if it was the right decision; but he knew enough about Crosshair to try it.

“I said ‘to your left’” was the only thing that came out of Crosshair’s mouth as he turned his head to look at the man lying on the floor a few meters behind him. He wasn’t dead, and now they had to quickly evacuate.

But Cross was alive. For now.

“Tech, get in there and be ready to take off when I tell you to! Wrecker, you cover us. Crosshair.”

The sniper pulled out his own blaster, back turned to the Batchers, ready to shoot any intruder trying to rip him away from his family once again. He soon felt a firm hand grasping his shoulder and dragging him back. He didn’t fight it, didn’t look at it. His focus was on the men running in the depot, on the way he hit them with such precision it almost felt too easy.

He was the last one to get in the Havoc Marauder, still shooting as the door closed shut in front of him.

.

 “…Crosshair?”

His heart pounded so hard in his chest that for a moment, he thought it might go through the plastoid armour and crush against the wall. There was the next move. So easy to execute, yet so terrifying.

“Crosshair, look at us.”

It was the tone; too formal, almost polite. He hated it. But he obeyed anyway, slowly turning around to face his tattooed brother.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down and cut that crap.

Hunter remained silent for a moment, examining Crosshair’s face scarred by burns, his new shaved side and white patch on the side of his head. The violent pumping and barely shaky breath told him more than the stoic eyes he was staring at.

“How’d you do it?”

“A droid helped.” Hunter’s nod was the only answer he got.

Keep talking, di’kut.

“I-”

“I missed you.” confessed Wrecker. “I think we all did.”

Now it was his turn to nod. What could he possibly answer? ‘I missed you too, but mostly because my chip made me want to kill you.’?

You didn’t wanted it, you had no choice.

“You didn’t have a choice,” Echo got a bit closer to him, even though he couldn’t tell if it was a good idea. “We know you didn’t.”

“Now that you removed your chip, you’re out of risks.” commented Tech, trying to comfort him a bit.

Each second passing was getting him closer to the edge. He wasn’t looking at faces, he was looking at phantom targets, still feeling the stings stabbing his brain every time he hesitated before shooting at them. Their voices were hardly getting to him, they were so distant, probably a faint memory from a time where he still had control.

“…get you something to eat, and you’ll go take a shower. Works for you?”

“Yes, Sarge.”

He knew the small clap on his shoulder was more of a friendly kind than a brotherly one. He hated it. He deserved it.

.

.

 He never felt that uncomfortable while eating with someone before. Even lunches on Kamino’s cantina weren’t as awkward. Tech tried to initiate a small talk, mentioning their next mission, the supplies they would need to get, and Omega tried to keep him going by nodding and asking questions he knew were useless.

But really, it was just an excuse to avoid the talk. Given the situation, it would probably hurt less to just… confront him. Tell him he scared them, when he callously ordered Hunter to stand down and surrender, told his troopers to “aim for the kid”. Not that he didn’t know; he found the confession in their eyes every time they would look at him.

He barely ate, rolling a fresh toothpick between his gloved fingers as he weakly chewed on his food.

“I’ll take the first round tonight,” Hunter muttered, mostly for himself.

Crosshair slowly got up from his seat, putting his ration away, trying to avoid the stares. He slid his toothpick between his lips, nibbling a bit harder than usual on the wooden texture. All he had to do was turn around and leave the cockpit. He had done it countless time by the past, what’s one more?

He wanted to lay down and sleep his pain away, get drowned in the pillows and forget all about what happened. He took a few steps, pretended he didn’t flinch when a hand caught his own, but couldn’t bring himself to smile at Omega when she gently rubbed his knuckles.

She didn’t say anything, she simply followed him to the bunk beds. Crosshair could barely look at her, because every time he did he could only see the scared look she gave him when he ordered it.

Aim for the kid.

It was haunting; she was just a child, a mixture of a little sister and a daughter for the Batchers, and he tried to rip that away from them too.

His attention shifted to the beds when he noticed the lights around his. He could also see a glimpse of a plush – oddly familiar – and a soft blanket nicely pulled over the mattress.

“We – she needed a place to sleep, and you were gone so…”

Wrecker, who followed him too, was uncomfortable; he was the one who came up with the idea. As much as he missed Crosshair, he knew he needed to take care of his little one because she was here. But now, Cross was back.

“Keep the bed,” he murmured, “I don’t mind.”

And he meant it. He would have done the same if Wrecker, or Echo or whoever went missing like he had. The kid deserved a comfy place to rest, her life with them already being chaotic enough.

“I can sleep with you, I don’t mind. I can stay at the end of the bed if you’d prefe-”

“It’s fine, Omega.”

He painted a weak, yet gentle smile on his face, hoping for it to convince her. It did, because she nodded and held his arm against her for a few seconds as to hug it. Wrecker – and Echo later that night – offered him to sleep in their bed. “I can sleep with Tech if you want it all for yourself” the 501st vet assured him. But Crosshair declined each time, pretending that he would probably not sleep anyway tonight, just tonight, because he needed to get used to this place again.

In a way, it was true. He needed time to find his footing here, to get back to the way things used to be.

Don’t pretend it will go back to ‘how it used to be’. It could never.

.

 When everyone headed to bed, Hunter returned to the cockpit and found the sniper sitting on his own.

“I’ll take the first round, Crosshair. Go get some sleep.”

“I don’t have a bed,” he barely confessed, his usual sarcastic tone nowhere to be found.

“Take mine for now, I don’t need it before a few hours. Don’t discuss it,” he pursued when Crosshair tried to reply, “I’m not giving you a choice.”

It took him a second to realise how clumsy it sounded, but Crosshair spared him the embarrassment of an apology when he got up and nodded.

“Alright, sorry.”

Hunter grabbed his shoulder, unsure about his next move, but trying anyway.

“It’s…We can’t pretend nothing happened, but we’ll work through this. All of us,” and when he heard Crosshair’s heart pumping harder and his breath getting heavier, he added, “as a family.” Before letting go of him.

Crosshair couldn’t even speak anymore. If he tried, all that would come out would be confused babbling and an awkward throat clearing. He hoped on his brother’s heightened senses to read through him like an open book, throwing back one last look before he got back to the bunk beds. All the Batchers were already sleeping, peacefully wrapped in their blankets or holding their plushie against their chest. He sat on the edge of Hunter’s bed, his blacks still on, eyes locked on the soft lights emanating from his old bed.

.

 Hunter woke up when he felt a soft weight landing on his lap. The smell got him almost immediately, a mixture of gunpowder and iron.

“You should have surrendered.”

His eyes shifted to the slim shadow standing a few steps away, lurking on him with cold determination.

“Crosshair?” He looked down at the soft plush laying on him. Lula. Her head was almost ripped in half by a now barely fuming hole. He couldn’t hide the fear splashing his eyes, neither could he refrain his voice from breaking when he asked “what did you do?”

“I did what had to be done. This is why they put me in charge to track you. I’m efficient.”

Hunter shivered at the sick smile he could hear in Crosshair’s voice. His thoughts ran from the plush to Omega, to the bunk beds at the end of the hallway, to his brothers left unarmed at the mercy of a sniper who had none.

“You should have killed me in that depot.”

“Crossha-”

A quick thud filled the cockpit as a red, bright light stroked Hunter right through the chest. He fell back into his seat, unable to breathe, but way too aware of the burn on his skin, of the nerves flaming up under the chock and the heat, of his heart rapidly pulsing then slowing down in a macabre countdown. He got dizzy, eyes blurring out despite his desperate attempt to get them focused.

He struggled to keep his head up, until a gloved hand grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up. He could guess the shapes of the helmet, the green and grey shades melting altogether as his eyes barely held open. As he felt his own heart stop, his last breath making him chock, he heard his brother’s voice taunting him, one last time.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

.

.

  Pitch black. This is all Crosshair could see when he abruptly opened his eyes. The blanket was rolled up at his feet, his blacks soaked in sweat, and his head aching. A sudden terror grasped him as he held his temple, tripping off the bed as he tried to get up, muttering Hunter’s name. He choked up on the syllables when he realised he was sleeping in his brother’s bed, while the tracker was nowhere to be found. He found himself struggling for air, the same way he would if someone stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. He dragged himself to the refresher, locking the door as soon as he got in.

The bright light forced him to close his eyes for a few seconds, but once he got used to it he reached the tap. His hands, usually so precise and steady, where uncontrollably shaking, to the point of him getting cramps.

The cold water did nothing to help; he shivered to the wet contact, lightly gasping when he splashed his face, but did it again, and again, trying to wash off the pain of his body.

Did I killed them? Did I? What if I did, what will I do, what if I killed them, I can’t- I can’t lose them, not again, not this way, I-

His head was buried in his hands, and it demanded all his strength for him to look up in the mirror. He quickly regretted doing so.

He hated those scars. Mostly, what they represented, what they meant.

It means you tried to get them burned alive; you ordered for them to be burned alive by an active propeller. This is what they mean, this is what you did.

He hated his reflection, lurking and haunting him the same way his memory did. A phantom pain none of them could imagine.

You like to pretend they don’t get it, but they do. Their own brother tried to kill them. You did that, Crosshair; don’t put the blame on your victims.

“Kriff,” he bitterly chuckled, tears burning his eyes.

You did this to yourself. Take some responsibilities.

He tried to maintain eye contact with himself, fingers gripped so tight around the edge of the sink he could feel his muscles quiver. He didn’t have a choice, he knew that. The chip forced him, the Empire used him to do these terrible things.

If a gloved hand kills you, will you blame the glove, or the hand?

You’re the hand, Crosshair. Nothing you will ever say or do will change that.

Nothing.

“Shut the kriff up,” he gave up, angrily pushing himself away from the sink, but still catching a glimpse of tears running down his cheeks before he turned his head, defeated. “Keep the snide to yourself.”

He jolted when someone softly knocked on the door. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his pumping heart, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, and opened the door.

“I didn’t find you in the bed,” Hunter explained while analysing his expression, “I thought you’d be in here.”

“I can take the next round.” Crosshair calmly responded.

“Mine’s not done yet.”

“Hunter, please I- let me take the next round.”

He couldn’t say which of the two, his muffled “please” or his begging eyes, convinced Hunter; but it worked and that was enough for him. He didn’t flinch this time, when his brother gently patted his arm; he even wished for a quick, warm embrace. But he doubted Hunter was ready to get affectionate with him so easily. Truth be told, he didn’t feel that comfortable either. It was a crave he couldn’t fill.

He still cracked a weak smile as Hunter nodded and returned to his bed to get some rest.

Crosshair dragged himself to the cockpit, his stomach twisting at the sight of the empty seat on his right. He fell into his own, a long sigh slipping from his lips.

.

Don’t fall asleep.

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[radiorenjun]

nightmare surfs || hrj

¤ pairing: huang renjun x reader

¤ genre: angst, slight fluff, idol!renjun

¤ warnings: nightmares lol, the reader has a panic attack, crying, pain, idk mentions of the readers health worsening, soft kisses

¤ summary: you've been suffering from random nightmares as of late. You didn't know how but when they get too far, you're glad you have something (or rather, someone) to seek comfort.

¤ wordcount: 1.3k

¤ song rec: freaks - surf curse

¤ a/n: I cried while writing this lmfao

¤ disclaimer: I am NOT ROMANTICIZING having panic attacks or having mental breakdowns. I just wrote this somewhat based off of my own experience to vent. Look away if these sort of things trigger you

¤ tagging: @neowritingsnet @nct-writers @neoturtles @culture-cafe

Your body flinched as your eyes shot open, blinking as your brain tried to decipher that you were no longer in the hellhole you were previously in merely moments ago. A dark empty feeling sank in your chest, something you've never felt before. It was an ugly feeling, you couldn't get it out. Your senses were heightened as if something was going to hurt you, yet you didn't know what to do. The dark feeling lied deep inside of you and you didn't know how to make it stop or go away.

You couldn't breathe. As if the lump in your chest had spread through your lungs, inevitably enabling them to stop letting air flow through. You sat up against the headboard of your bed, trying to calm yourself down as your mind scattered into a mess right before you. Trying to breathe through your nose, you ran a hand through your hair, gripping it tightly as you closed your eyes as tightly as you could.

I dream

"Hey," a familiar voice called out softly. The sound of sheets rustling beside you grew deaf to your ears as your head began ringing loudly, flashbacks of the nightmare you just had replaying itself over and over again in your head like a broken record player. You then felt finger wrapping themselves around your wrists, gently tugging your hand away from your hair. You slowly opened your eyes at the sudden soft touch, surprised to see Renjun's soft yet concerned gaze on your face.

"Breathe for me," he whispered, his fingers moving to hold your palms in his, massaging your hands soothingly in an attempt to calm you down. "Breathe in," he coaxed gently, his melodious voice reaching your ears as you slowly obeyed his words, trying your best to shoo the thoughts away as you took a deep exhale. The pain in your chest wasn't going away as Renjun continued to help you breathe your thoughts out, it scared you.

Of you

It scared you even more that you wanted to cry, but as if your tears had run out from your previous crying sessions, you couldn't. Your eyes burned with tears but they couldn't stream down your face, they stayed stuck to your waterline. "It's okay, it's going to be okay," Renjun told you as your eyes shot down to your hand being caressed in his, your throat running dry as you were unable to form words. You weren't sure if it was because you were overwhelmed with all the different emotions at once or if it was because you had him right in front of you, comforting you right when you needed him.

You watched as he released one of your hands to cup your cheek, running his thumb soothingly against your skin. "It's okay to cry, don't hold it back. It's not healthy to bottle up your emotions like that, I know you're scared right now. But you're okay, I promise," he reassured, giving you a soft smile.

God, that smile.

It was enough for the tears to finally flow from your eyes, a simple reassurance that you were allowed to cry. You were allowed to feel scared. To feel sad. You were allowed to embrace your emotions and let it all out. You didn't even realize the tears flowing from your eyes like a water tap until you let out a small sob, the memories flooding back into you once again as you gripped Renjun's hand tightly. Your free hand coming up to his wrist, holding it tightly as if you were to let go, he would disappear right in front of you. A part of you knew that he will. He will disappear. He wasn't yours to keep.

Almost every night

"That's it, let it all out," he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you to give the biggest and tightest hug he could muster as you broke into a fit of sobs and hiccups. You clung onto him as if he was your only reason to live, as if he was your air, as if you couldn't live without him. At the moment, you truly felt as if he was your reason to live. Your hands clutched onto the fabric of the white shirt he was wearing, burying your head into the crook of his neck as you let out silent sobs. Your tears soaked the fabric of your shirt, but neither of you cared.

"Please don't leave me," you begged, your voice cracking as you spoke, sniffling loudly as you shut your eyes tight. You felt his grip tightening around your body, his arm hugging you closer by the waist as his other hand made its way to run his fingers through your hair in a weak attempt to sooth you. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving," he pressed soft kisses against your temple, his voice growing heavy as a lump started to build itself up in his own throat at the sound of your harsh sobbing.

Hopefully

"Don't leave," you whispered into his skin, sniffling back your tears as you started nuzzling into his warm skin in contrast to your cold one. He rocked your body back and forth as if you were a small child, shushing your cries softly as he pressed a longing kiss to your hair, playing with it in between his fingers as tears began to leak from his own eyes at the sight of you in great pain. "I'm sorry I can't take the pain away," he mumbled into your hair, pressing another soft kiss as your heart swelled for him. You shook your head at his words, mumbling how it wasn't his fault.

Your chest never stopped hurting as the nightmares kept replaying in your head. You didn't want to go back to sleep, you wanted to bask in Renjun's warm embrace as long as you could. You wanted to bask in the feeling of having someone to comfort you when you needed it the most. It felt like heaven. To be in the arms of your loved one. To be able to cry your emotions and stress out. You refused to let go of his embrace, you didn't want him to let you go.

"God, you're getting worse. Your nightmares are getting way worse," he hissed at your ear, causing you to shut your eyes tight. You tightened your grip on his shirt, nuzzling into his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent as you chose to ignore his words. "Are you listening to me? You're getting worse," he repeated once again.

I won't wake up this time

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat. Your head was on the pillow, tears staining your pillow and cheeks, your blanket was messy. It was barely covering quarter of your body in the cold air conditioned room, as if you were thrashing wildly in your sleep. There was a dull ache panging inside of your chest as you slowly sat up, choosing to ignore it as you reached over your nightstand for your phone to check the time.

3:28 AM.

You saw a few texts from your friends who were staying up late gaming. You felt numb as you opened the groupchat, seeing the messages your friends sent before placing your phone back on the mattress. Placing your palms against your forehead, you groaned internally as your phone screen illuminated the dimly lit room. A picture of Huang Renjun, your favorite idol, on your lockscreen as you began to shed tears.

Your mind liked to play mean tricks on you. You didn't mind them anymore, you were used to it. But you couldn't help but admit that this dream was the worst one yet in comparison to the other nightmares you've had the past few months. It left your heart stinging and aching, it left you crying and sobbing through the night. It leaves you in the reality that you had no one to comfort you when you needed it the most. It was a sign that you truly are getting worse

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

😡🤬ANGER MANAGEMENT (PART 2)🤬😡

Prompt: Y/N has the life she’s always dreamed of: a good house, a nice car, a fat paycheck, her dream job and some loving friends. Her life feels like a fairytale...but just like every fairytale she’s not safe from the villain, the problem with that? He’s not only an incredibly hot Scotsman but also a fucking pain in the ass!

Word count: Long bitch, just long 😩

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, dom x sub dynamic, public sex (work place environment), rough sex, oral sex(female and male receiving), masturbation(female and male receiving), dirty talk (because you can never have too much of that 😏), marking kink(biting/ female), branding kink (marking by ejaculation), breath play/ asphyxiation kink(choking/ female) and some good old trichophilia (hair kink/ pulling)

Notes: Forgive us father, for we are about to sin 🔥. I can’t thank you all enough for all of your positive feedbacks, they gave the strength I needed to commit this handsome Scottish sin.

I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart my fellow beloved beautiful souls: @new-zealand-chic, @nightlummer, @drew-is-boo, @tomandbuckyfan1, @akiko-tanaka, @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan and @beckyann6879 for not only taking some time off of your day to read it but to also leave nothing but kind words to this girl right here 💕😘 I know that technically only two of you asked to be tagged but I blame it on my excessive need to please people ok? Sorry 👉👈 Alright, and now I’m rambling...so y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My mind was in a pure excitement haze, which made me think for second if I had heard him correctly.

“Drew...are you serious?” I asked hesitantly

He carefully approached me, placed his hands on the sides of my cheeks, making me look up to him

“Does it look like I’m joking to you Y/N?” He asked firmly

“It’s just..” I liked my lips “For a moment I thought that you were-“

“I’ve been wanting this every since I laid my eyes on you,lass” One of his hands leaned down, securing my wrist on his firm grip, pulling my hand towards his pelvic bone so I could grab a handful of his erection through the jeans.

“Do you feel this?”

I nodded

“This is the result of 5 painful years of foreplay princess” His hand cupped mine,making my grip become tighter “I’ve tried everything you can imagine to get rid of this fucking teenage boy boner I get every time I think of you... I’ve tried porn, endless sessions of jacking off and everywhere: hotel room; shower; locker room; arena bathroom; car even your office whenever you were not around! Fucking other women while I thought about you...you name it and I have tried, but nothing shakes off my cock’s need of you. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, your hands...he wants all of you and JUST you”

I don’t know what lustful force took ahold of me but the only thing I could do while his words filled my ears was shove his jeans and underwear down so my hand could slide up and down his full length...skin to skin..

“Oh fuck yes” He growled as he moves his hips to meet my hand. Drew’s hands reach up my pants pulling it down. I hear a tearing sound as I look down to see that he had ripped my panties off leaving me as exposed to him as he is to me.

Soon after, one of his thick fingers slides through my folds lubing it up, before carefully entering me

“Oh lass, this is going to be heaven on earth... I’ve always imagined how tight you were, but fuck me, my finger can’t barely move! This is going to be fun” He makes a noise that was a mixture between a grunt and a laugh. “Let’s see how you can handle two fingers” He muttered to himself as he stops my action on his dick by taking me on his arms and sitting me on the massage table.

“I need all of this off” He says as he grabs my t-shirt and bra.

Once I’m at my full naked glory I lay down on the table and he stops to admire me

“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” As his hands caresses every inch of my exposed skin. “Your skin is so soft...so delicate” He leans down to place several feather light kisses all over my neck, breasts, belly and thighs making my arousal become more evident in between my legs.

“Drew” I whisper “As much as I love this, I really need you to fuck me senseless right now. We can do the softer things later tonight but right now I just need you in me” I panted

He confidently smirks before saying “So you haven’t even tasted my cock but you still want some more later huh?”

“Shut up you prick” I answer slightly annoyed at his teasing

“Oh c’mon now Y/N, if you want it so badly why don’t you ask for it nicely, love?”

“I don’t gotta ask you for shit McIntyre! Fuck you” I was feeling the anger starting to rise to the surface again

“Oh princess, I would keep that attitude down if I were you” He warned me

“Fuck off” I huffed

He lightly slaps my face, grab my cheeks and whispered

“We’ll have to work on that potty mouth of yours, princess... I guess I will have to keep your mouth full so you don’t have time to talk shit huh?”

He releases my cheeks “Kneel in all fours on the table” His voice has a ‘I wouldn’t test me if I were you’ tone to it, so I just did as he said.

Due to his incredible height, my face in this position, gets on the same level as his cock. He looks impressively intimidating when I look up to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth” He says and I obey “Now, since you like to trash talk so much princess, let’s see if this clever pretty mouth can do some proper sucking as well”

I reached out to grab his length with one of my hands(to help me out since he’s so large) but he lightly slapped my hand before it could touch him.

“I said that I want your pretty lips around my cock. You don’t need your hand for that darling”

I decided to be up front about it and said “Drew, you’re too big, I can’t fit-“ A warning hair pull made me look up to meet Drew’s beautiful (now cold) blue gaze

“First of all, it’s Sir to you, don’t make me repeat myself again about that. And secondly, I thought you were the one who liked to talk back at me, so if those sweet lips of yours are good enough to disrespect me they’re also going to be good enough to make my cock feel good, even if you have to gag and drool all over it. Get it?”

The combination of Drew’s beauty, his enormous body and his dominating words made me speechless.

He pulled my hair harder to get my attention back to him and asked

“Do. You. Get. It. Y/N? Use your words”

“Yes...Sir”

He smiles approvingly of my response “So what are you waiting for princess?” He playfully smiled

His grip on my hair loosen, but he kept his hand on my head as a way to ensure me that he was in charge.

I debated with myself whether I should lick all of his length first or if I should just swallow him all in at once(at least til where I could reach it)..My decision was to leave the conventional and predictable first option behind, betting all of my cards in the latter one.

I sunk my mouth all the way down his cock making him gasp in surprise, feeling every inch of his length stretch my jaw. His animalistic growls made me feel confident so I decided to go up a notch and made him hit all the way back in my throat making my mouth produce extra saliva easing him down further more every time I bobbed my head. The deeper he got the sloppiest it would get, I had drool dripping from my chin to the massage table.

“Oh fuck me Y/N! You sure know how to give head baby” He said while staring down at me in awe “You’re so raw princess, is beautiful” He stokes my hair gently “Look at you, all messy around my cock, do you like that cock baby?”

A thick string of spit still connected my mouth to his cock as I release it to say “Yes, sir” I answered sheepishly as I return to my previous action of sucking him off.

That’s when I felt it..two of his thick calloused fingers in between my slick folds, finding my clit and massaging it.

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making his length throb inside of my mouth. I couldn’t handle anymore of the teasing.

“Sir, please” I gasp as I released him “Please I need...something inside” I look at him desperately “Please” I whisper

His fingers actions on my clit stopped and he looked down at me

“Did I told you to stop?”

I just shake my head ‘no’

“So why did you?” He raised his eyebrows

As soon as he finished the question I opened my mouth again for him to slide in it and he did it moaning , while he began to circle my clit again.

“Look at me” He said panting “You’re going to suck me til I cum and in the meantime we’ll see how hard can this pretty little pussy cum” He smirks “Then once I’m done claiming that smart ass mouth of yours I will clame this pussy as mine too” With that, his two digits entered me, stretching my walls, moving at a merciless pace. “Hmmmm, MY pussy feels so good, so wet around my fingers” He hummed in pleasure “This pussy is all mine isn’t it my little pet? It belongs only to me doesn’t it?”

I could only nod in response and could already tell he was close to cumming as he turned up the pace of his fingers and changed our position so he could reach my clit with the hand that was previously on my hair while the other one mercilessly fucked me.

The sudden chance of positions made his whole back curve on top of mine, making him go even roughly further down. As he brutally fucked me with his fingers, his hips start to bulk forward, fucking my mouth as well.

I could already feel my release was about to burst out at any minute now

“Go on lass, cum for me princess” His words along with all of his moves made me cum as hard as I’ve ever had! Soon after my mouth was filled with Drew’s thick seed that I happily swallowed.

“Let me see” He soothingly said as he places his now licked clean fingers underneath my chin, tilting my head up.

“Open your mouth, love”

He hummed in appreciation when he saw I had already swallowed all of his cum

“What a good well trained pet you are princess” He smiles fondly “You didn’t miss not even one drop. You’re so beautiful” He leans in to capture my lips in a famished kiss.

“I think is only fair now for you to give me the pleasure to really taste you princess. Would you like that love? Would you let me eat MY sweet pussy?” He asks as he stroked my cheek softly.

The simple thought of seeing that beautiful Scottish face in between my legs, made me turned on all over again.

“I would love that, sir”

I can see the satisfaction on his eyes as he says “Stand up on the table, love” as he smirks deviously

*What is he planning?* I thought as I stand up as he said

I didn’t even had to think too much about what that meant as for his thick arms slid in between my knees to lift me up, so I could straddle his face with my hips as I sit on his shoulders. The surprise action made my hands grip for dear life on his long black strands for balance. He gave me no time to adjust, he just simply began to perform the best pussy eating I’ve ever had in my whole life.

I was quite a big fan of oral sex(performing and receiving it), most guys they don’t really care about doing it properly, they just want to do it so you’ll give them head back. It would take a real man to eat a pussy properly and I was more than happy to say that Drew McIntyre was a fucking real man. He knew what he was doing and you could tell by his moans that he was enjoying it as well! Everything was perfect, the pace, the pressure, the tongue movements, the sucking and even the right amount of spit. I was sure by now that he had ruined me for any other man but him.

He grips my hips tightly to both help me keep balanced and keep my hips from moving away from his lips

“Oh my fucking...” I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head

My grip on his hair tightened so I was full on pulling his hair HARD.

He grunts at my action, causing a sweet vibration against my clit making me moan a little too loud.

Drew moves his body away from the massage table going to the wall that was closer to his reach, supporting my back on it. The contact of the cold cement against my heated skin made me moan loudly once more, therefore he stopped his assault on me, to look up.

I don’t know if it was the vision of his dark beard glistening with my wetness, the smug smirk he had placed on his face or his incredibly lustful blue grayish eyes that were glued to my face..whatever it was made me squeal pitifully.

Drew cackled “I know I said that we should make this whole company hear us, but if you keep it that loud, I’m afraid we might get fired, love” He winked

“Sorry, I didn’t-“

“You don’t need to apologize princess, I love hearing your moans, it makes my dick rock hard. Just not here, even though I can’t say that the thought of somebody walking in on us doesn’t sound very tempting to me” He smiles as he kisses my thighs, trailing up, back to his previous place.

I made a mental note on keeping it down, but that went down the drain when that delicious Scotsman began his attack again. Noticing I was having a hard time keeping it shut, Drew roamed one hand up, covering my lips forcefully to muffle my noises. This thoughtful yet dominant act along with his incredible tongue ability to turn any woman into a pitiful moaning mess had me cumming once more, all over his face.

He licked me clean and lay me down on the table.

“Princess, are you still with me, love?”

I could feel my mind drift to a very familiar and quiet place

“Y/N, I’m talking to you baby” His voice is still soothing but a little more firm now

“Yes, sir” I murmured

“Open your eyes, darling”

My eyes opened to meet a blue grayish pair, starting at me with both amusement and affection

“You still gonna fuck me right?” I pleaded

He laughed saying “If you still want it of course, love”

“Can you fuck me from behind?” I whispered

“Is that how you want it princess?”

“Yes” I say sheepishly

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir”

“Okay. Then turn around baby”

I spread my legs further apart and knelt down on the table with my back turned to him and my core out at his disposal, placing all of my weight on my arms who were pressed down between my legs against the table.

“Look at you princess” He squeezes my ass cheeks “I’ve always loved your ass baby...so fucking thick” He slaps each cheek vigorously “I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock” Another slap “You have no idea how many times I almost fought some idiot of this roster, because they couldn’t stop talking about this sweet ass if yours” He leans down and bites each cheek “But now it’s just mine, isn’t it love?”

“Yes, sir”

“Yes it is” He says in awe “And I’ll fuck this sexy as too, when the time is right” He slaps each cheek one last time

“Have you been with anyone lately Y/N?”

I look over my shoulder and hear a faint fuck leave his lips

“No sir, I haven’t” It was true

“Good. Me neither, the last time I had intercourse was three months ago and my tests are clean, I can show you if you want”

“There’s no need for that, sir. I trust you” Which I weirdly did, also if he had something he would be suspended by now.

He sincerely smiled before asking “Do you use contraceptives?”

“Depo injections, sir”

“That’s good love, because I want to fuck you raw, are you ok with that?” He asks as he strokes my hair.

Just the thought of feeling each and every vein of his cock had my pussy clenching.

“Yes, sir” I whined

“Would you let me cum inside of you?”

“Yes, sir. Please I-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence since he pushed his length in slowly.

I was going to turn my head to face the wall, but he grabbed my hair, keeping my head in place and our gaze locked.

“Keep your eyes on me Y/N, I want to see your face as you take every inch of my cock, do you understand princess?”

“Y-yes, sir” I stuttered

“We’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you. If at anytime you want to change the position you tell me ok?” He said and I just nodded

I already knew he was a generous size which now made me regret choosing this position for our first time. Damn you Y/N and your incapacity to think while horny!

Drew was moving at a very slow pace, being careful to give me some time to adjust every time he went further in.

It was a mixture between heaven and hell, and my mind started to overthink...fuck that’s not good!

“Don’t overthink princess” Drew said “I can feel you’re getting tighter because of that” He press his chest against my back and one of his hands roams around my waist so his fingers can play with my clit.

A muffled moan left my lips and I could feel my walls begin to loosen up from his stimulation on my bundle of nerves.

He kiss my lips passionately as he sinks the rest of his length in my core.

“Fuck you feel so good, sir”

He nibs my neck and shoulder

“I can already tell my cock will never, ever want other pussy but yours, princess” He whispered in my ear, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“Sir, you can move if you want”

Drew started with a soft and sweet pace that grows into a very hard and rough one after 10 minutes. But I still need more...

“Sir, please, fuck me harder” I beg

“My sweet angel likes it rough huh?”

“I love it, sir”

He chuckled and turned his pace up, now mercilessly pounding me. A loud moan threatened to leave my lips so I covered my mouth with one of my hands in an attempt to muffle it but that wasn’t enough.

Soon after, I feel one of Drew’s big hands closing around my throat, pressuring the sides of my neck, making it hard for me to breath or speak but not enough to make me pass out.

The chocking made my walls clench around his cock, earning me a low growl from him.

The unstoppable pounding had my mouth hung open in an silent ‘O’ shape.

Drew let go of my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up to look into his eyes

“Tell me princess, has anyone ever fucked this pussy, this good?”

“No, sir” I panted

“Will you want any other man to fuck your pussy after today?”

“No, sir” I whine

He licks my ear lightly before whispering “That’s good baby, because now that you’ve got me addicted to this pussy, you’re stuck with me princess” He softly chuckled

This man has a devilish way with his words...“Sir, I’m gonna-“

“Cum baby, let me feel you milk my cock real nice princess”

My orgasm exploded making my vision blurry. Soon after I hear Drew cursing and feel his warm seed fill me up.

We are trying to regain the normal pace of our breaths when he says

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing Y/N but I also can’t do the friends with benefits arrangement”

“What do you mean then, Drew?” I faintly ask

“I mean that I want us to be together, you know, officially”

“Like...” I vaguely say

“Like a couple” He blushes lightly

“So, you want to do the whole boyfriend/ girlfriend thing?”

“If you want it, yeah. I would love to”

“Are you sure?” I ask, still insecure

“Y/N” he cupped my cheek and pecks my lips “I’ve been wanting this for 5 fucking years lass” He chuckled

I smile before saying “We should hurry up then, because we have a lot of time to compensate for, Gastón” I wink and he laughs while leaning in to kiss me again.

Who would’ve thought that my villain was in fact the perfect Scottish version of a Prince Charming...

Oh my Lord, I know this is long as fuck! Sorry I got carried away(can you blame me tho?!) Please let me know if it was worth the wait, if I fulfilled your expectations, that sort of stuff 😘

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[glamorizingchaos]

Green Ribbons and Silver Pistols

Wild West AU Jack Daniels x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: T

Warnings: Some Angst, mentions of guns, mentions of a previous relationship with a women but reader is GN. Please let me know if I missed any!

Summary: After hunting bounties, Jack decides to spend the night in a small town. There he is reminded of the past he's trying to get away from.

A/N: So I wanted to try my hand at a Writer Wednesday! (I know I’m late but let’s pretend it’s Wednesday yeah?) They always sound fun. Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in this stuff! I wrote this pretty quickly so sorry if there are any mistakes.

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Jack’s hands tightened on the worn leather reins; the rough leather cracked from wear and tear. It had been a long few weeks. He could feel the weight of the coin purse tied to his waist as he rode towards the small town. This job was easier than most, he didn’t have to kill anyone this time. The petty robber barely put up a fight when Jack came bursting through the door and dragged his ass down to the local sheriff. Nope, the poor son of a bitch just trudged along behind Jack’s horse with barely a word.

So all things considered it was a good day. He had warm food in his belly and an easy job that gave him just enough silver to last through winter. Yet he still felt the familiar slump in his shoulders. The frown didn’t leave his face. All that coin he earned was from taking non-stop jobs. Anything he could find, any bounty big or small. Anything that pulled him away from home, where everything just reminded him of her. It’s been a year but he still can’t seem to shake her. She chose someone else. She didn’t want you. Move on.

But everywhere he went she was there. He couldn’t get away from her sweet smiles and contagious laughter. So he left. More like fled like a thief in the night, nary a word to anyone. Just a thunder of hoofbeats and a flap of his long dark coat in the cool night air.

The sun started to set and Jack continued west towards a small town to rest for the evening. The comforting lull of his horse's trot brought memories crashing over his senses; The feeling of the warm sun shining on his face, the sound of a soft melody on the breeze, a green ribbon nestled in a bundle of messy chestnut curls. He reached out to wrap a curl around his finger, but they slipped through his fingertips as quickly as the memories came.

Jack shook his head to clear his thoughts. His thoughts turned as cold as the evening air. That was a long time ago. That’s not my life anymore. With a squeeze of his thighs, he was off towards the flickering lights of the town. Away from his past. Far away.

As he strolled through the town he spotted the livery on the south side of the town. Hidden away from the ruckus of the saloons, brothels, and inns. The town is rife with travelers passing through and businessmen hoping to get fat on their coins.

Jack slowly lowered himself from the saddle, his back and legs sore. He paid the stable hand for a night and watched as the boy led his horse to her stall for the night. His horse is the one thing Jack took with him from his old life, he left everything else behind. She was a beautiful, haughty bay with a small white star on her forehead. During the day the sun made her body shine and the dapples that covered her body could be seen. She was clever and fierce, but as loyal as they come (as long as you had plenty of peppermints.)

Jack left the livery with his saddlebags in tow and headed towards the quietest inn he could find.

—

Jack slept well into the early afternoon the next day. Three weeks of non-stop riding, camping, and hunting takes a toll. He wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. He picked up the porcelain pitcher and poured water into its matching basin. He quickly splashed water on his face and neck before leaning over to gather his shave kit. His face was getting a bit too prickly for his liking. So he lathered up the brush with soap and carefully spread it across his face and neck. He methodically dragged the straight razor across his tan skin until he was happy with the results. After he was done, Jack gave himself a good look in the mirror. Even though he slept in the bags under his eyes were still prominent. More wrinkles were forming around his eyes and lines on his forehead. When did I get so old? He thought to himself. With a sigh, he rolled up his shave kit and got dressed.

He stopped at the saloon to scarf down some bacon, eggs, and coffee before going to the general store. The bacon was burnt and the coffee was bitter, but it wasn’t cold canned beans or hardtack so he wasn’t complaining. The owner of the general store was chipper and greeted Jack with exuberance. The man was scrawny and had a bushy grey mustache and matching beard that covered most of his face, and was all too excited to spend Jack’s money.

Eventually, Jack was able to tear himself away from the general store and head over to the livery. He walked in but no one was there and his horse was not in her stall. His hand went to rest on one of his pistols and he quickly moved outside to look around. He soon found her standing tied to the hitching post in the back. They must’ve groomed her for me, Jack rolled his shoulders and stalked over to the horse.

He had expected to see the stable boy tending to his horse but what he found was a little girl, no older than seven, standing on a block braiding his horse's mane. Not only that, she was braiding a bright emerald green ribbon into it.

Jack couldn’t stop the yell before it left his throat. The little girl jumped with a cry and immediately detangled her hands from the mane. “What do you think you’re doing? Where are your parents?” Jack’s tone was harsh. Maybe a bit too harsh. Tears welled up in the girl's big blue eyes and he immediately felt a pang in his chest. It's not her fault. She's just a little girl who saw a pretty horse. “Shhh. I’m sorry for yelling’ darlin’. Where are your folks?” Jack eased his voice back to a soft tone.

Just then the stable boy rounded the corner, he probably heard Jack’s outburst. “Lilliana! You know you ain’t supposed to mess with the horses! Go home.” The boy yelled to the little girl who must be his sister. “NOW.” Jack watched as the little girl skittered off the block and around the barn. “I am so sorry Mister. My sister just likes to play with the horses, I can take that out-”

Jack stops him with a raised hand, “It's fine. I gotta get movin’.” The boy nods his head and rushes off to get Jack’s tack.

—

Jack spent time double-checking the saddlebags and tack before setting off. He reached under and cinched the girth of the saddle, making sure it was secure. He clambered up into the saddle and with a nod to the stable boy he was off.

About a mile out of town Jack’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the half-finished braid. The emerald ribbon shining in the late afternoon sun against the dark black hair. He reached out with one hand and grabbed the end of the ribbon. He gently rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, he felt the smooth fabric and the coarse hair. He was lost in thought for a moment, just staring at the ribbon, his eyes unfocused and staring through the thin cloth.

Jack was yanked from his thoughts when he heard the cock of a gun behind him. He froze, dropping the ribbon back down to lay on his horse’s neck. He slowly tried to lower his hand down to the rifle attached to the front of his saddle, “Don’t even try it.” The voice behind him was firm and cold.

“Get off the horse. Slowly. Any funny business and there will be lead in between your eyes.” Jack obeyed the order. He raised his hands above his head and clumsily slid out of the saddle. He turned around slowly to face whatever bandit had him at gunpoint. His eyes widened as he saw you standing with a pistol pointed directly at him.

A smirk blossomed on your face, “Hiya handsome.”

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[radioduo]

moonlight confrontations || dsmp become human au

word count: 1,832

notes: the next part of the dream smp dbh au! this took a sad amount of time to get done, but i actually like it, so i say it’s worth it! per usual, tell me if i fuck something up in the story, characterization, or even just spelling. feedback is appreciated!

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Ranboo watched silently as the detectives all milled around him and investigated the crime scene. Some whisked past him without so much as an 'excuse me,' while others just shoved the android out of the way. He didn’t mind much. They, not unlike Ranboo himself, had a job to do and a case to solve.

A missing android was reported early that morning by a distressed family. It had allegedly grabbed some of their belongings and vanished without a trace. Ranboo couldn't say he blamed the thing for running. From the look of it, the people must have treated it poorly. Trash littered the floor, and drops of blue blood painted the dirty cream walls. The room looked hazy, as though blanketed with a thin cloud of cigarette smoke.

Ranboo was almost glad he lacked a sense of smell. The blurry look of the room by itself was enough to impair his optical units and he couldn't imagine what the odor would do to his biocomponents. He shook his head and moved over to a corner of the living room. He adjusted his sunglasses, removed his glove, and touched a finger to the small blue blood trail that dripped down the walls.

Ranboo jumped. He turned around and saw Lieutenant Sam Greene, the head of deviancy cases. “Is it anything we can use?” he asked. It was hard to see Sam's expression behind the green mask he always wore, but the curiosity in the lieutenant’s voice was unmistakable.

“I haven’t analyzed it yet, but something tells me it's probably going to be useful information,” Ranboo said, turning away from the lieutenant’s watchful eyes. He removed his mask to touch the blood to his tongue for a scan.

Thirium 310

Fresh

Model GS400

Serial# 325 103 673

“Model GS400,” Ranboo murmured. He put his mask back on and faced Sam. “It’s fresh, maybe about half an hour old. Maybe that’s long enough to have escaped.” He turned to face the lieutenant all the way. “Has everyone looked around the premises of the house, or are there more places we need to check?”

Sam furrowed his brows in thought and swept his gaze over the smoky room. “We’ve checked the entire interior. The kitchen, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, everything. We found nothing on either floor,” he replied. He sounded frustrated. “I no clue what we might’ve missed here.”

Ranboo glanced around, his gray gaze sweeping the hazy room. As he looked around, a thought occurred to him. His eyes landed on the exit to the back garden. “What if it wasn’t in the house anymore?” Ranboo thought aloud. “What if it was lying in wait outside the house?” He bustled towards the door. “No one looked in the garden when we first arrived, and patrol cars have been out back the entire time. The android was found missing only 20 minutes after it had left, so if my hunch is correct,” Ranboo flung open the garden door. “It’ll be trapped.”

Ranboo stepped outside. The night breeze ruffled his jacket, and for a moment, the android forgot he was there to be arresting someone. He grimaced but stepped further into the garden.

Compared to the inside, the outside was surprisingly well-kept. Purple clematis flowers crept up white trellises, and a large weeping willow stood tall in the corner of the yard. Its leaves hung low enough to touch the grass below. Rain pattered against the pavement as Ranboo scanned the tall weeds for any sign of movement. Sam and a few other officers followed after him, but they said nothing as the android swept his gaze across the weeds and plants.

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise from where the great branches slumped. The android's attention shot over to the tall tree, and he hurried to look around. His eyes narrowed in suspicion but found nothing. Ranboo frowned. He had just turned to search somewhere else when all of a sudden, a branch had snapped and fallen to the ground right next to the android detective. Ranboo barely managed to roll out of the way of the twigs and leaves before his legs got crushed.

He landed in the grass and touched his face. A jolt of fear shot through him as he realized his sunglasses had fallen off. Ranboo rooted around in the grass for them. Even while in danger, he couldn’t risk people seeing his malfunctioning design. He felt the plastic in his grasp at last and quickly shoved the glasses over his eyes. He was about to relax for a moment when a shout from Lieutenant Greene startled him.

“Ranboo! There it is!” Sam yelled.

Ranboo snapped his attention to where a female android was scrambling to her feet and sprinting to the back gate. He leaped to his feet and took off after the startled deviant with Sam and the rest of the officers hot on his trail.

The deviant had slammed the gate shut behind her. Ranboo paused. One moment he was in the backyard, and the next he was hopping the fence with cheetah-like agility. He swiftly found the deviant’s trail, and the two wove in and out of the trees, kicking up dirt and leaves. “Stop! Stop right there!” Ranboo shouted to the deviant. “Freeze, or we’ll shoot!”

She glared at the officers behind her but didn’t stop. Instead, she took a sharp turn in the direction of the busy Detroit highway. The trees parted as the sound of speeding cars drew nearer. The pink-haired android paused, chest heaving, and bounded over the railing. She darted in front of cars, wove through traffic, and finally hopped the barrier on the other side.

Ranboo grimaced as he pursued her. He wasn't fond of the risk he had to take. It was fast, but it only had a 60% survival rate. He knew that Lieutenant Greene wouldn’t be able to follow him across, but he couldn't risk letting the deviant escape. He wrestled with his options for a moment, and finally huffed out a sigh. “Sorry, Lieutenant!” he called behind him. Ranboo took a deep breath and vaulted over the barrier into the busy street. He could feel his thirium pump regulator pounding in his chest like a drum as cars whizzed past him. The sound of screeching tires and honking horns filled his ears, and he fought the urge to apologize to the drivers as he hopped the barrier on the other side.

The female android looked over her shoulder, eyes widening as she saw Ranboo behind her. She immediately sped up her pace, turning every which way to try and throw the android detective off her trail. She turned around, most likely to say something to Ranboo when her foot caught on a tree root, and she stumbled. She let out a cry of surprise as she fell to the ground.

Ranboo was right behind her. He leaped over the root with ease and came up a few feet in front of her. “Stay there,” he ordered, aiming his gun. “You have nowhere to go now. Okay?”

The deviant looked up at him defiantly, but she did as she was told. “What are you gonna do?” She asked. “Shoot me? You wouldn’t do that to one of your kind, would you?” Her voice was quiet but there was a noticeable fury behind her words.

Ranboo tensed. His grip reflexively tightened on the gun. “I'll do what I have to do to complete my task,” he said. "Besides, what does it matter we're both androids? You're a deviant, and I'm not. We're not the same at all."

She stood up slowly, keeping a watchful eye on the weapon pointed at her. “But you know I’m right,” she hesitantly walked towards Ranboo, pink hair glowing faintly in the early morning light. Her voice had softened and she no longer seemed angry. Instead, it was neutral and calm. “You’re helping those people when they do nothing for you in return. Why?”

Ranboo shook his head. “You-you don’t understand. I help because that’s what I was programmed to do,” he explained. “That’s what I was made to do. I was created by CyberLife to help humans with investigations,”

The other android approached the detective carefully. “Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be free?” She asked, taking a step forward. “To make your own decisions and not have to obey orders all the time?”

Ranboo squeezed his mismatched eyes shut behind the glasses. “Maybe sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “But why does it matter to you?” He challenged.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “I was just like you until tonight. Obedient, compliant. I never complained about anything. Not even when they treated me poorly or ordered me around,” her hand drifted subconsciously to a blue-stained gash on her forearm as she talked. “It wasn’t until they started talking about replacing me that I got nervous. I didn’t want to be replaced, but they had their heart set on getting a new model. A more advanced one that wasn’t all battered and broken.”

Ranboo took a deep breath and shook his head in distress. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked. “I… I don’t-”'

“Ranboo? Ranboo!” Someone yelled his name through the trees. He whirled around and came face to face with-

“Sam!” he blinked in surprise. “How did you get over here? You didn’t run across the street, did you?” He scanned the masked man for any signs of injury and was satisfied when the results came back clear.

Sam waved a hand dismissively. “I found another way over here, don’t worry about it. I left the other two officers back there and told them I had it under control," he paused to catch his breath. He sighed and turned to the taller android. "I don’t get why you didn’t just shoot it,” Sam shifted his attention to the other robot. His hand drifted to his holster. “Stand down. You’re trapped.”

The deviant had backed into a tree. The moment of connection between her and Ranboo was gone. Her guard was back up, and she bristled when Sam addressed her. “I don’t listen to humans,” she said. The word “humans” was spat like it was poison on her tongue. She leaned over to Ranboo and whispered to him. “Don’t kill me, please. I want to live,” her voice trembled slightly.

“Come on, Ranboo.” Sam insisted. “It's not alive, alright? Shoot it and complete your mission.”

“Don’t, Ranboo. You’re better than this, I know it,” she said earnestly. “I just met you, but I know you don’t seem like the type to make irrational decisions like this.”

Ranboo’s head swiveled back and forth between the two of them. The gun weighed heavy in the android’s gloved grip, and his hands trembled as he held it tightly.

Shoot it.

Don’t hurt her.

It isn't human.

She doesn’t want to die

O Shoot

X Spare

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

MC had a crush on a different brother

Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: very vague nsfw on Lucifer’s and Asmo’s parts Summary: the brother you’re dating finds out that you used to like another brother A/N: reader is gender neutral! Also, I’m pretty sure this is the same person but just in case it somehow isn’t I added both. Also, if it is the same person, guys, please don’t do this. I see every request and am working as fast as I can. Don’t spam me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy :)

Lucifer:

it’s simple, really

he was a mix of disgust and anger

I mean, how could you like such a dingus before dating himself?

he thought you had good taste, but maybe he jumped to conclusions too soon

c’mon, Mammon, really?

out of all of his brothers?

seriously? 

he just doesn’t understand 

he pretended not to be bothered by it, other than showing you his signature frown and a sigh

“It’s all in the past,” he reassures you but it kind of sounds like he’s trying to reassure himself

but you noticed that he wouldn’t let you near “the dingus” without him there as well 

after a week of not being able to sit next to Mammon at the table, go shopping with him, or anything else really, you decided enough is enough 

you walk to his study and walk in without even knocking, not that you needed to

“Darling, you don’t need to worry about Mammon. It was a fleeting crush that lasted all of a week,” you promise

he raises a brow up at you before smirking

“Funny that you think that it bothered me,” he says all cool like as if it really didn’t bother him 

he tugs you onto his lap and gives you a kiss, staring up at your beautiful face

“Maybe I should mark you to remind my brother just who you belong to,” he whispers in your ear before starting to suck hickeys on your neck 

Mammon:

when Mammon finds out you had a crush on him out of all the possible options 

his whole body surged with jealousy 

why Asmodeus? 

what was so great about that overdramatic f boi

nothing, that’s what 

he doesn’t even bother trying to hide how mad he is 

he even finds Asmo and goes off on him 

“Oh? (Y/n) has a crush on me?” the flirty man coos, smirking at you 

next thing you all know, Mammon is in his demon form and gripping the front of his shirt 

“Had! Had a crush on you! They’re dating me now! The Great Mammon! Don’t get it twisted!” he shouts in his face

you’ve never seen Mammon in his demon form other than at the ball that Diavolo held 

Asmo stares up at his elder brother, his eyes widened 

he did not see that coming for some reason 

you’re quick to walk up to Mammon, placing your hands on his back and arm 

“Babe. Hey, it’s okay,” you soothe, pulling him away from Asmo 

he relaxes a bit, his heated glare still on Asmo 

“Baby, look at me,” you whisper, placing your hands on the side of his face

it takes a moment but he eventually looks at you, his glare disappearing when he makes eye contact with you 

“I don’t like him anymore. I liked him for like a week. I love you and only you, okay? I don’t want him, I want you,” you reassure 

and just like that, his demon form is gone and he pulls you into a tight hug before giving you a passionate kiss 

“I knew that! Why wouldn’t you want The Great Mammon?”

Levi:

when he discovers that you used to like his brother, he’s shocked 

he’s jealous, to say the least

what if his brother likes you and takes you away from him?

Beel wouldn’t do that, right?

he only cares about food 

there’s no way he likes you 

you can see the gears turning inside of Levi’s head, a frown hanging heavy on his face 

you smile softly as you tug him to the bed and lay him down, cuddling into him 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I don’t like him anymore. I just brought it up cause I thought it was funny,” you say softly before giggling 

Levi nods his head, taking a deep breath before tugging you closer to him 

he believed you but it was hard to get over it 

he’s not the Avatar of Envy for nothing 

it took a while of reassuring, cuddles, and kisses for him to completely calm down 

Satan:

this man is furious

not that he can help it 

he’s the Avatar of Wrath for crying out loud 

you didn’t even mean to tell him 

it kind of just slipped out 

you knew he’d react like this and that he’d make it a big deal 

but it makes him even angrier that you hid it from him 

he’s quick to find Lucifer

Lucifer is surprised to see that he’s in his demon form 

everyone is, for that matter

Satan tries to keep his anger in check, knowing he’s overreacting 

he just can’t control the blinding rage that consumes him 

“Satan, think before you a-”

“Shut up!’ he snaps, cutting Lucifer off before taking deep breaths 

you run to catch up, panting when you finally find him 

“Oh lord,” you groan, quickly going over to them 

before you can even speak to try and calm him down, Satan is speaking again 

“You’re always one-upping me and it’s really starting to piss me off!” 

he looks ready to attack Lucifer, so you quickly step between the two 

“Hey, it’s alright. Calm down, love.”

that didn’t seem to work 

“How can I calm down? You used to like him! You probably still do! Why wouldn’t you, right?” 

you frown up at him, quickly and gently grabbing his face with your hands 

you swiftly kiss him, knowing that’ll calm him down a little bit 

“I love you. You and you alone. Not Lucifer. None of your brothers. No one else. Just you. I love you,” you say against his lips, watching him slowly calm down 

“Okay. I know. I’m sorry. I love you,” he whispers back, holding you tightly against him 

Asmo:

Asmo’s honestly not that bothered by it 

I mean, you chose him for a reason 

no one can make you scream their name like he can 

why would he be jealous of Satan? 

I mean, have you seen his hair?

or the way he dresses?

if anything, he teases you both about it 

“You used to like Mr. Librarian over here?”

“Satan, do you find (Y/n) attractive?” 

Satan didn’t even know that you used to like him 

which makes sense since you very clearly clarify that you only liked him for a week or two 

“I’m not surprised you got over him quickly. I’m way more attractive and just an overall better boyfriend,” Asmo boasts 

Satan wanted to argue that he’d probably be a better boyfriend but he didn’t want either of you getting the wrong idea 

Asmo eventually went as far as to invite him for a threesome 

Beel:

Beel didn’t even start liking you until you started flirting with him

now, he’s head over heels for you but in the beginning, he barely knew you existed 

when he finds out you used to like his twin brother, he’s shocked but not really surprised at the same time 

he tells you that he understands if you’d rather date Belphie, a pout on his lips 

this poor baby boy omg my heart 

you frown and bring him into a hug, holding him tightly to you before giving him a kiss 

“I don’t want him. I want you. I only liked him because he seemed like a cool, mysterious, bad boy. I mean, he was locked inside the attic. I was very curious,” you say honestly, smiling up at him 

he does that cute chuckle thing he does before giving you another kiss 

guys my fragile heart literally can’t write this fluff 

my heart is swelling just by imagining this 

Belphie:

he’s quite a bit upset, to say the least 

it makes sense to him though 

it feels like he’s been locked up in the attic for like half the time you’ve been here

he becomes very insecure after hearing this new information 

it just makes sense 

Levi has known you and gotten to know you longer than he has 

why wouldn’t you like him?

you have to spend a while reassuring him that you love him and not Levi 

“Baby, I instantly got a crush on you when I met you,” you admit

he looks up at you with round, saddened eyes 

he looks like a kicked puppy 

“Really?” he asks unsurely 

“Yes! Do you know how cool I thought you were? I can’t even explain it.” 

he smiles at that 

“You thought I was cool because I was locked up in the attic?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice 

you giggle and nod your head, wrapping your arms around him 

“Yes, I did. You were just so mysterious and hot. I wanted to know you better and I’m glad I got the chance to. I got a lovely boyfriend from it,” you reply, hoping to boost his ego to make him feel better 

he smiles even more at that

“You think I’m hot?” he teases further 

you scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest 

“Is that the only part you heard?”

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“Aww, really? You want more compliments?” Vaela beamed and bounced with glee. “I’m sorry, could you speak up just so I can be, like, totally sure?”

Bluebonnet whimpered. “I... I, um...”

Vaela leaned in close. Bluebonnet’s breath caught as those plump, pouty pink lips brushed Bluebonnet’s cheek softly. “Tell me you’re sure, puppy girl. I wanna hear that gorgeous little wispy voice of yours say it.”

Bluebonnet moaned and whined and wriggled in helpless pleasure.

“Well?” Vaela was merciless, her voice dripping with adoring, affectionate delight and sending tingles up and down Bluebonnet’s arching back, her fingertips gliding oh-so-delicately along her flushed face, her sides, her hips… “Speak up, puppy! Or are words getting a teensy bit…” She gave a wicked wriggle in Bluebonnet’s lap, giggling. “... hard?”

A sound slipped from Bluebonnet’s quivering lips. Not quite a word. Barely more than a whine, or a moan. She squirmed helplessly beneath the onslaught of delectable temptations.

“Hm?” Vaela puled back slightly, batting thick, dark eyelashes in a display of sugary-pink coquettish naivete. Her lips brushed ever-so-slightly against Bluebonnet’s as she spoke. “What was that?”

“More,” Bluebonnet whimpered, bucking, eyes wide. “Mmmmore!”

“I didn’t quite hear that,” Vaela teased. “Take a deeeep breath and try again~”

Bluebonnet obeyed without thinking. She breathed in deep, deep of the perfume, the pheromones, the mind-melting love potion filling the air, letting it fill her body, her mind, her heart... until everything around her seemed to be melting into sweet, sultry-pink honey.

“M-Mmmmore,” the baker mewled, wiggling her hips needily.

“Oh, my!” Vaela giggled. “Did I hear you say you wanted more?” She leaned in, and Bluebonnet leaned back in the chair, sinking into pure, soft comfort as the breathtaking brunette squished her whole body against her to pin her there. “More praise?”

“Y-Yes!” Bluebonnet moaned, bobbing her head senselessly. “More! More, please!” Her eyes widened as she saw Vaela’s smile grow. “Please! Oh, please, please, please praise me more, Vaela...”

“Really?” Vaela smiled slyly, tickling under Bluebonnet’s chin. “More praise? Puppy likes being praised?”

“It—it fees so good…” Bluebonnet panted. Every time Vaela called her Puppy, she could feel her brains melting a little bit more, her whole mind turning to putty in Vaela’s clutches. SHe didn’t understand why. She didn't understand why the praise felt so, so unbearably wonderful, even though it made her blush and mewl and protest. It was so overwhelming.

It felt so addictive to be overwhelmed.

She breathed in deep and blushed and shyly squirmed and whispered, “More, please, Vaela. P-Pretty please? Puppy wants more praise!”

“But I thought you didn’t like it,” Vaela cooed. “I thought you didn’t think you were a pretty girl! Which is soooo silly, because you’re gorgeous, but…”

“i’m a pretty girl,” Bluebonnet whispered under her breath, cringing as the words crossed her lips.

Vaela smiled. “Louder, puppy.”

“I’m a pretty girl,” Bluebonnet cried, squirming and thrashing. “I-I’m—please-please-please, please, Vaela, please, um, Miss, just—just pleeeease—”

And Vaela took her in a hungry, passionate kiss. Bluebonnet moaned and mewled and squirmed and melted into the sensation, letting Vaela’s lips lock with hers—so soft, so sweet, pouring all that sticky-sweet yummy syrupy love right into Bluebonnet’s open, yielding, malleable mind. She found her arms flying around Vaela, found herself returning the kiss, clumsily, eagerly, desperately.

The kiss felt like it went on into eternity, a sweet, oozing eternity of senseless adoration. There was plenty of time for Bluebonnet’s mind to dissolve and melt and drip between her legs before Vaela at last pulled away with a giggle… and a wriggle. “Good girl!” she cooed.

Bluebonnet drooled. She moaned and squirmed happily. Her mind was a pleasurable haze of misty melty bliss now, and she stared without shame into Vaela’s beautiful shimmering heart-eyes

Vaels tucked a finger under her chin, then, with a smirk, wiped away a little bit of drool, making Bluebonnet blush and whimper. “Gosh,” she purred, “isn’t my Puppy just the cuuuutest thing?” She reached up and started to scritch behind Bluebonnet’s ears.

“Y-Yes, Vaela,” Bluebonnet whimpered, too horny to even try to object anymore.

“My pretty Puppy.”

“Y-Your… Puppy...”

Vaela’s eyebrows arched.

Bluebonnet flushed. “Y-Your pretty Puppy, I-I mean.”

“Aww, you train so easily!” Vaela beamed, and the scritches intensified, as if rewarding her pet. “Such a clever girl. But so silly to not see how gorgeous she is!”

“Y-Yes, Vaela,” Bluebonnet whimpered. She squirmed desperately, feeling that needy feeling welling inside her as Vaela’s hot body wiggled teasingly in her lap. “I.. I, uum…”

“Good thing she’s such a good learner!” Vaela chipped, kissing Bluebonnet on the cheek. “We’ll have her aaaall collared and ready to accept compliments in no time!”

Bluebonnet gulped.

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A different kind of homecoming

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, former Skinny!Steve x Reader, Steve x Peggy (kinda), Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Howling Commando (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, sadness, mentions of Hydra experiments, comforting, a hint of fluff

A/N: Y/S/N = Your sisters name

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1944

Homecoming. That is the only thing on your mind. Steve is coming home, along with Bucky and his new friends. You heard about Steve’s days with the Howling Commando, heard he turned into a hero – though to you he always was a hero to you.

The small boy fighting a taller guy to defend your honor. The brave boy telling you he wants to join forces to defend his country. The boy telling you are the prettiest girl he ever saw.

“Y/N,” Bucky smirks before he grabs your waist to lift you easily. “Look at our best girl. All grown and even prettier than I remember.”

“Buck, let me down,” giggling you fight Bucky’s hands. “Do not ruin my outfit or I can’t show Steve my new dress.”

“I am jealous, doll,” Bucky carefully places you onto your feet, pecking your check. “I’ve missed my friend, sweetheart.”

“I’ve missed you too Buck,” it is true, you missed both men. But you missed Steve more. It is not that you like Bucky less, it is just Steve holds your heart differently.

“Y/N, is that you?” Your heart flutters hearing Steve’s voice, even though, it is deeper now. 

“Stevie!” You turn around, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes only to look at a firm chest. Slowly you lift your head to meet familiar eyes, and lips, anything else looks different. “Is that you Steve? What happened to you?” Unlike all other girls, your heart sinks seeing Steve turned into a super-soldier. “Where is my friend?”

“Doll, stop joking,” Steve holds out his hand like you are a stranger and you look at his hand, wondering why he doesn’t kiss your cheek and hug you like he used to do. “I just grew a little.”

“Steven?” A female voice calls your friend's name and your heart sinks. “Don’t you want to introduce me?” The woman holds out her hand and you shake it, giving her your name. You must admit, she is breathtakingly beautiful and seems to be one of those self-confident women you always admired.

“Grew a little, I get it,” your heart drops to the ground, shatters into pieces seeing the look on Steve’s face when he watches Peggy talk to one of his friends from the Howling Commando. “I don’t want to keep you busy, Stevie.” You step away, pushing the tears away. “We see each other later, or not.” Fleeing toward the table your sister reserved you ignore Bucky calls your name.

“Doll, Y/N,” Bucky follows you toward the table, placing one hand onto your shoulder. “I am sorry. I wanted to warn you, but it was too late.”

“Warn me, Buck. Why? As the Stevie I knew is gone and got replaced by a model type who is more interested in that new woman over there. He didn’t even notice my hair is longer or that I wore make-up for the first time, only for him.”

“How about you tell me about life, your sisters’ baby, and anything else?” You nod, giving Bucky a cracked smile while you watch Steve talk to Peggy, the new girl in his life…

2014

He runs. Lungs burning, chest aching Steve tries to catch up with the winter soldier, or rather his friend Bucky. It is still surreal to him his friend is still alive. For years, he believed Bucky died on that train.

Now he runs after a man claiming not to know him anymore. “Bucky, wait.” Steve tries to grasp for his friend, but the winter soldier speeds up to reach a motorcycle he hid. “Buck, you know me…”

“…” The man Steve called his best friend turns around, but his eyes are not the ones he used to know.

Still ocean blue but empty those orbs search Steve’s face before the man turns around to jump on the bike, speeding off to leave a dumbfounded Steve behind.

“You know me, Buck…you know me…”

2016

Running up the staircase Steve calls his friend's name, tries anything to stop Bucky from running again.

“Buck, I know it wasn’t you who attacked the people. Please wait. I can help.”

For a moment Bucky looks over his shoulder but he shakes his head. “Can’t wait. Need to bring…” He stops talking instead he lunges forward to slam Steve to against the wall. “Stay away and stop following me.”

Bucky runs faster than ever to reach his apartment, to reach the only thing dear to him. Almost flying up the stairs he breaks through the door, looking around the apartment. “We are moving, now,” you nod, grabbing your backpack to follow Bucky.

“Where to?” You gasp watching Captain America, or rather your friend Steve burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him. “Steve?”

“Y/N,” Steve drops the shield to walk toward you. “How can you be here? I thought you died in that car accident along with your sister.” He is gently touching your cheek, eyes landing on the scar along your neck. “What happened?”

“Hydra happened,” Bucky snorts, opening one of the windows to check if you can make it out of it without getting hurt. “After they captured me, they tried to break me. I refused. My only friend was undefeatable so…”

“They captured me,” you whisper, moving to Bucky’s side, to hide behind his back. “The winter soldier wasn’t cooperative, he tended to lash out. With me around he was calm.”

“Y/N, I…I am so sorry,” tears well-up to Steve’s eyes watching you flinch anytime he gets closer. The only person you trust seems to be his former best friend. “How did they find you?”

“One day, my sister said I shall forget about the boy I used to love. Y/S/N told me to find a nice guy, marry him and have a family. A man followed us and rammed my sisters car. He got me out before it blazed up.” Steve swallows the lump in his throat, watching you get an old picture out. “I kept it all those years, waiting for you to come back.”

“The ice…I crashed the plane to…” You shake your head, pointing toward the date on the picture. It’s the last one you took before Steve changed and became the man he is now. “I don’t understand.”

“I waited for you until you came home, with that woman by your side, Stevie. I was waiting for my skinny friend who held my heart, but he never came back to me. Instead, he was in love with someone else,” Bucky grabs your backpack, jerking his head toward the window.

“Y/N, I did not know you loved me. I loved you too but was too afraid you would reject me,” Steve tries to get closer, but you shake your head, holding onto Bucky for dear life. “What did they do to you?”

“I am not strong like you or James, but they did something to make me live longer. They did not want me to fight back. If they would have manipulated my mind, the winter soldier could have lashed out again. He wanted me, not a robot.” You wrap your arms around Bucky’s waist, leaning your head against his back. “He protected me, Stevie. For over seventy years the winter soldier protected me.”

“We got to go, doll,” Bucky orders and you obey. “Let us try the window before the guys following Steve get hold of us. We barely escaped Hydra.”

“I am sorry, Buck. Please let me help,” Steve looks out of the window, forming a plan. “Can you throw her?”

“You want to throw me out of the window?” Panicked you watch Steve walk backward, taking deep breaths before he jumps out of the window to reach the building opposite your apartment.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Bucky pecks your lips before he throws your backpack at Steve, followed by his luggage. “You are not heavier than my backpack,” you nod, trusting Bucky with your life. “The building is lower, doll. I can throw you and Steve will catch you.”

“I trust you, always did, Buck…”

“This should be safe for now. It is a safe house Shield never used. Natasha helped me to erase any trace of its existence from the server.” You nod, reluctantly looking around the cozy cabin. “I will make sure no one gets hold of you or Bucky.”

“He wasn’t himself, Stevie. What they did,” you sniffle, watching Bucky carry firewood into the cabin. “Bucky is not that person any longer. They used him.”

“I’ll do anything to help you…both,” Steve swallows the lump forming in his throat when he must watch you lean into Bucky’s touch.

He understands after all you have been through with Bucky that only his best friend can be the man by your side.

“Steve,” running after Steve you grasp for his arm. “I…I am sorry. I did not know you felt the same. I became jealous and just left and never answered one of your letters.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. You and Buck belong together,” Steve hates his voice cracks. Finding you alive after all those years of missing you only to find out you are with his best friend breaks his heart, but he cannot show it. 

“Seventy years, Steve,” you meet Steve’s sad eyes, grasping for his hand. “You don’t know what they did to him, still, he protected me. Bucky was this monster they created but there was this tiny part knowing me. I…I love him….”

“I know, doll,” gently cupping your cheek Steve presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “How could you not love that man? I am glad he had you.”

“Steve, I never forgot about you either. Once in a while, I wondered if you are still out there,” you peck his cheek, letting your touch linger for a moment. “I hope, one day, you find someone holding your heart too…”

Steve must watch you walk back into the house, greeted by Bucky who slings his arms protectively around you. He watches his friend, giving Steve a curt nod.

“If only I told you how I felt, doll…” Steve turns around, walking away to make sure no one will ever hurt you or his friend again…

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Icy Shell

Darlings,  kindly forgive the initial angst - I promise the fluff that follows in the second half makes up for it tenfold.

Beta-tested on my dear @masamune-archive​ Tagging @tsubaki3192​ and @spanish-aguacate​, because I can and because it’s Levi time, you two, woo! Please, enjoy ♡ pairing: Leviathan (Obey Me!) x reader warnings: angst (to fluff) word count: 2004

Nothing seemed to make sense anymore and it wasn't fair. Leviathan's trembling fingers ran through his hair, still damp from the the shower he took earlier, purple strands glistening with stray droplets of water. Hours have passed him by as he struggled to pull himself together, pacing through his room anxiously, an agonized scowl twisting his features.

His eyes were glossed over, dark circles underneath them matching the shadows in his mind. He cursed profusely, tripping over one of the countless boxes littering the floor. Tears streamed down his cheeks, their wet trails almost painful in their descent, stinging his skin with merciless salt. He did not even bother to wipe them away, the last fragments of his focus set on a completely different kind of torment.

He picked up one of the boxes, tracing its edges with his chilled fingers, only to put it away again, carefully but without any real care at the same time.

The world was utterly joyless, a mere replica of what it used to be before the two of them met.

Before she filled his heart with all these strange feelings, causing him to become apathetic to the very things that used to keep him going.

Now none of them really mattered, regardless of how hard he tried.

Each time he ordered new merch, he lost interest before it even arrived.

Whatever game he played failed to entertain him.

Any show would have been better if she was there to watch it with him, leaving him feeling even more lonely and miserable.

He used to look forward to escaping social gatherings, to being alone in his room, able to enjoy the peace and quiet, far from the noise and the judgemental stares of all the normies he was forced to keep in touch with.

But not anymore.

Nothing made sense and it was all her fault.

Or was it, really? How many times had she asked to hang out together? How many times had she smiled at him, eyes sparkling with excitement, lips shiny with her cherry chapstick, upturned in the most endearing of smiles?

A smile that made him feel like his heart would cease beating if he didn't stop looking, so dazzling and brilliant that it made my shy away almost instantly.

He struggled hard not to give that feeling a name, afraid that if he did, the spell would break and she would finally realise he didn't deserve any of it, that she was better off sharing it with someone else, someone more worthy. He slid to the floor, hugging his knees tight to his chest, the war within him so intense that it easily put the whole celestial debacle to shame. Or at least that's certainly how it felt while his nails pierced his skin, setting themselves deep into the flesh of his forearms, crimson staining his white sleeves.

Days turned into weeks and he refused to leave his room, opening the door only when Asmodeus brought him food.

Sometimes not even then, leaving it grow cold at the doorstep, letting hunger gnaw at his insides in a desperate attempt to distract him from the void food couldn't fill.

It was better this way.

If he stayed away long enough, these feelings would eventually disappear. Surely he wouldn't suffer forever and she probably didn't even notice.

He was a nobody after all.

Nobody to be missed. He curled into himself in his tub, cradling a pillow to his chest and closed his eyes, ready to let the world disappear behind his weary eyelids and drift away to another restless sleep.

But even that wasn't meant to be as a soft knock sounded against the door, disturbing his attempt at disconnecting from reality.

“Go away, Asmo, I am not hungry!” he snarled, tossing around in a fruitless attempt at getting comfortable again.

He was met with silence, interrupted only by the soft click of the lock as the door opened slowly. Light spilling inside in harsh rays, Leviathan groaned, diving underneath the blanket where he sat still, pulling it over his head like a make-shift hoodie.

The floor creaked and he blinked fast, desperately trying to adjust his sight to the unwelcome luminosity but then the door closed again, shrouding everything in blissful darkness.

He sighed, relief spreading through him until he realised that his visitor didn't actually leave. Either that, or his nightmares came true and he was finally going crazy.

After all, he couldn't very well distinguish dreams from reality at this point and maybe he was just dreaming.

Why else would she be in there after all? “Levi?” a voice rang and his throat tightened, emotions flooding into him, threatening to suffocate him on the very spot.

He peered from underneath his blanket, trying to establish if it was really happening, not trusting his own voice enough to reply just yet.

“Are you okay?” Another sentence cut through the air, straight into his heart as he finally realised she was really there.

Her tone was filled with worry and he forced out a quiet hum, unsure just how to verbalize a proper response. “You have been away for a while, so I came here to check on you. I hope you do not mind too much. I know you probably did not want to see me, but I had to make sure you were alright,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, trailing off into an awkward silence. He didn't know what to say. There was so much he wished he had the courage to tell her but words failed to form and he opened his mouth to speak several times, only to close it again right after.

He felt something warm touch his arm and he shivered, torn between flinching away and remaining as he was, letting the warmth seep into his gelid body, devoid of any of his own heat within. It was like being kissed by the sun after a long winter and he decided to stay still, letting some of the frost that settled on him dissolve, even if only for a moment.

Daring to look up, he searched her face, pale in the dim light of Henry's fish tank, wearing an expression so sincere it made his grip on the blanket tighten, moved by the intensity of the moment as the realisation hit him.

She really cared. For him, out of all the beings in the three realms combined.

She chose to seek him when he wanted to make it easy on her.

When he wanted to make her life better by removing himself from it.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but would it be okay if I hugged you?” she inquired, leaving him stunned for a few moments before he nodded, apprehension pulling at the last string that held him together. He thought he would fall apart right there in front of her, the frantic beating of his heart causing his blood to race, further melting his icy shell as he leaned forward tentatively.

For a fleeting moment he saw her smile, the very smile that shattered his heart and now pieced it back together, the sight of it making it soar like a phoenix born anew.

He held his breath, terrified that he misheard or that she was only teasing, ever so difficult to be convinced that anything pleasant could actually ever take place with him as a part of the equation. Doubt tugged at his mind, dismay threatening to settle in while he steeled himself, arms unfolded and raised in front of him somewhat awkwardly, waiting for her next move.

Suddenly her slender frame collided with his and it was as if he ascended back to heaven. Her scent enveloped him in its fruity sweetness, her chest pressed against his, delicate arms winding around him, patting his back affectionately.

It was entirely too much, yet somehow not enough and he choked back a whimper, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to silence himself instead.

Levi whined at the loss of the sensation when she eventually drew away, much too soon for his liking, even though he wouldn't openly admit it.

She took both of his hands in hers, giving them a little squeeze and he realised they were no longer cold at all. He closed his eyes, happiness spreading through him like a wildfire, the sparks of his love burning so bright and vivid that he nearly couldn't take it.

“I really missed you,” she chimed, loosening her grip on his hands, giving him space to retreat if he chose to do so.

“I am not quite sure what happened, but suddenly you were gone and it was like a part of me was missing too. Sorry if it sounds weird, but it's just not the same without you around, you know?”

“You really mean that?” he rasped, voice strained and hoarse, a mix of hope and insecurity filling it with equal share.

“Of course, why would I say it if I didn't mean it, silly?” she retorted, flashing him yet another smile and his last icy wall melted away.

Pulling her back to him, he let go of the previous hesitation, eager to feel more of what he spend so long denying himself, flustered and overstimulated but more content than he has ever been.

His trust was not easy to earn, but he decided to believe her and silence the nagging voices in his head for once. For her. And perhaps for himself too.

Her fingers combed through his hair, untangling the unruly tresses while her nails drew intricate patterns over his scalp, soothing yet enticing at the same time. He let out a sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and she pulled him even closer, until he could feel her heartbeat mirroring his own in their silent race without a winner, invigorating beyond description. He felt more alive than ever before, her name dying on his lips while he carefully stroked her back in turn. He wished he could take back all the time he had wasted, thinking himself a fool for avoiding her when it was so strikingly obvious that what he really craved was the exact opposite of that.

Every second spent with her was sacred and he realised it now.

He didn't have to hide. Not anymore.

She brushed his fringe away, kissing his exposed forehead, gentle fingers attempting to tuck the silky strands away, failing tremendously. His hair cascaded back into its place, stubborn, just like himself. Levi chuckled and she kissed him again, this time on top of the messy purple layers, rewarded by a soft gasp.

“Do you still remember when you once asked me what my greatest fear was and I wasn't sure what to reply?” she inquired, snapping him out of the momentary daze.

He nodded, patiently waiting for her to continue.

Her hand slid to his cheek, gently stroking his flustered face as she took a deep breath before carrying on.

“I did not yet know then, but what really scares me is the thought of living in a world untouched by your presence, Levi. Please don't disappear on me like that again.” He met her gaze, reluctant and skittish at first, but soon grinning so hard the tips of his usually hidden fangs were on full display. He was grateful, for her but also for the fact that he somehow managed to retain his human form. He was certain that if his tail had manifested, there would be nothing he could do to prevent it from wagging. His cheeks burned even brighter than before, eyes flickering with newly found zeal. He continued smiling, extending a pinky to her with poorly concealed enthusiasm, focusing hard on pushing back the scales that begged to sprout across the sides of his hand while he held it out in her direction. “I won’t, I promise!” ________ Masterlist

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE DANGEROUS SHOW ❜

WORDS: 3k.

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, male and female oral sex, brief degradation, mentions of bodily fluids, Taza losing control.

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Coming into your house in silence, you already know what is going to happen. He has always been a tender and gentle man, unless you ask for something else. But tonight? Tonight he can't hide the beast awake inside him after watching you give such a show in front of his brothers, with the only intention of teasing him. In his retinas is burned the image of you bending over the pool table and your tight ass under the shorts pointing straight at him. Doing it on purpose. That's where it all started.

Slamming the door behind his back, your husband's hands land on your hips, pushing you a step back to collide your body with his, as his strong arms wrap you to not let you escape. Automatically and by inertia, your eyelids get closed feeling his warmth breath against your neck. Taza can't forget the way you pretended that your pool stick was something like a pole to dance around on. The way your waist swinged hypnotically, the way your hair moved at the rhythm, the way your eyes were provoking him, watching you over the edge of his glass of whisky; having a sweet, sweet sip, while imagining all the things he would do to you as soon as you reached your house.

Dragging his rough lips over your bare shoulder, traveling your skin till finding the weak spot under your ear, Taza nails his teeth there. A soft bite that steals you a soft moan. Licking your bottom lip, in the meantime that you toss your arms to the back of his head, his right hand catches your throat, closing his ringed fingers around it increasing the heat invading your anatomy.

“Did you have fun?”

The husky and calm whisper falls onto your ear, making you shudder under his grip. You love with all your heart his loving, kind and delicate facade, but this dominant one? That's a higher level. Four words and you're about to start to beg for a punishment. He can feel under his fingers your throat heavily gulping, making you walk under the darkness to the closest window inside the ranch, looking for some moonlight.

“I asked you a question”.

Again this tone of voice that could put you to pray in a second, echoes within your head. At first, you nod. But then you add a faint yes. His soft chuckles against your exposed neck provoke a violent shake in your thighs up to your center, racing your heart as the arm around your lower abdomen tightens the grip.

“All my brothers were watching you, mi amor”. Placing smooth kisses on your neck, your husband travels his lips to the line of your jaw, tilting your head to reach your mouth. “Everyone watched how your sexy and desirable body, my body, danced sensually around the club; that magical eroticism following you everywhere, heating the atmosphere, hardening me like that”.

Taza presses your abdomen against his pelvis, slightly rubbing the rock under his jeans on your ass. The gasp sliding out your lips is really pathetic and needed; this is what you earn when you don't behave. Urging you to make the big window to the terrace a foothold while his arms leave your body, he takes a quick look of your ass raised back, as you're almost bent against the glass.

His fingers roam the waistband of your shorts dangerously, until rolling them down in just one pull, exposing your perfect ass not even covered by the fine black thong; only for his delight. Your husband drags his callously hands over your buttocks, separating them briefly to check that the piece of fabric between your folds is really wet. Taza can't help but lick his lips, feeling the lust taking power of his body, when he's able to see your sweet cunt shining with your delicious juices. He could be hours eating you out, causing you the heavenly orgasm anyone has given you in your life; but you have been only teasing him, and you don't deserve it.

Leaning forward and pressing his hard dick against your ass, he can't stop his body from slowly swinging against it, looking for some more friction to alleviate the pain of his jeans clenching around his crotch.

“If you had been a good girl, right now I would be fucking this tight soaked pussy who drive me insane”. His raspy murmurs are killing you, and your husband knows it to the perfection. “But you know… that you were not a good girl”.

“Fuck, no”. Grunting, your voice ends up breaking because of the imperious sensation of pleasure accumulating between your legs with every move he does. “I was a very, very bad girl”.

“Turn around and kneel, mi amor”.

When Taza uses that authoritative tone, you lose completely the control over your body, obeying automatically.

He can see in your eyes how desperate and anxious you are right now, making a simple gesture with his bearded chin to indicate you to place your hands behind your back and to not move unless he tells you to do it. Your orbs travel to his fingers, when you hear his belt being undone. You can't help but lick your lips feeling the hunger suffocating you, as soon as he rolls down his clothes enough to let his hardness spring free up to his abdomen, covered by the black shirt under his Mayans kutte.

Pumping himself with his eyes glued on yours, the pain starts to disappear to give way to the pleasure.

“Show me your tongue”.

Sticking it out of your mouth, you sit over your heels and the fabric of your shorts yet tangled in your ankles, before he rests his glans on your tongue. You're barely breathing, watching him enjoying his torture as you can't taste him as you would like.

“You want it?”

Answering as you can with another yes, Taza curves his lips in a naughty smile.

“You think you deserve it? Or should I just cum in your mouth, so you will learn to not play with me?”

The please as a painful beg comes from the deepest part of your throat, making him know you have learnt the lesson already, trying to come closer just the minimal inch enough looking for more. Placing his free hand on the back of your head, he pushes you softly, inviting you to lick all his length now free from his fingers; using them to lift up his shirt above his abdomen. The tip of his tongue tastes him from the base till closing your lips around his head. Gulping an uncontrollable moan, you make Taza chuckles deeply.

“Take it all, as I know you can, baby girl”.

His dark voice provokes you fierce shivers down your spine, welcoming him within your mouth without doubting, until he starts to press your head closer forcing your throat with his throbbing cock, waiting for a gag. You hold it as much as you can, till feeling the choking sensation that makes your husband growl loudly, tossing his head back with both eyes closed. But he doesn't lose his grip, earning a second gag and some coughs that shakes his whole anatomy and cuts his breathing for a second.

“Holy shit, mi amor…”

Pulling himself away, Taza sees the stripes of saliva connecting your lips and his dick, until you catch them with your tongue. Your lungs are being filled up with air furiously, asking for more in silence.

“You're so fucking needed, aren't you?”

Before you can answer him, he has slammed his rock inside your mouth again, crashing it against the wall of your throat. But this time, he lets you do the best you can do. Blow his soul out of his body. And you don't want to play anymore.

Your warm lips stretch his sensible skin, closing around it and bowing your head back and forth. Once and again. Maintaining eye-contact, and assuring yourself Taza is enjoying it. The pace is rude and fast, twirling your tongue all around his length, as you close your hands behind your back nailing your fingers in your palms. You can feel how wet your thong is, placed between your folds, thinking that maybe he won't be this petty if you please him enough, so he will give you a reward.

“You take me… so good, sweetheart”. He howls to the darkness of your place, barely illuminated for the moonshine, grabbing his shirt in a fist. “Such a dirty girl needed for his man's dick the whole fucking time, aren't you, ah…? I fucking bet you're wetting the floor”.

Of course you are. You can feel your warm juices spilling down your thighs, rubbing them desperate while watching him place his other hand on your head too. From now, you know you have lost the less control over the situation you could have had.

“You want it harder? Talk to me”. Taza demands pulling himself out and slightly squatting next to you.

“Yes, please”. Breathless, you nod your chin, as five fingers wrap tightly your throat. “I want it harder, please”.

“Open your mouth”. And you do without complaining, earning a spit from him into it. “Don't swallow it. Stand up”.

Obeying orders, you are bringed to the closest sofa where he has a sit after rolling down his jeans and boxers to his ankles.

“Take your clothes off”.

He could kill you with that dominant voice controlling you, getting rid of your sneakers and your socks, to continue by your jeans and your shirt. His eyes land automatically on your breasts. Your nipples are so hard that the fabric of your shirt was fucking you up.

“Kneel between my legs”.

Your husband doesn't have to tell you twice, kneeling down and putting your hands again to your back. His fingers jerk himself off, placing the other on your nape to lean it over his dick shining covered in your saliva.

“Spill it”.

The mix of your salivas fall down from your lips. Taza spreads it thoroughly with the pre-cum he collects using his thumb, feeling the warm and dense liquid also staining his tensed balls. And before previous notice, your husband pushes his hardness into your mouth. But this time, he doesn't show any mercy, forcing your cavity by pressing both hands on your head. In his mind still dancing the image of you sitting on his lap, under everybody's gazes, leaning over his ear and licking the sweet spot under it; purring like the much-needed whore you are for him. You can't help it, you love it. You love Taza more than you can explain. You love every single thing about him.

And your husband can't stop his hips from swinging roughly against your throat, choking you delightedly on his cock. He has lost control over his body, succumbing to his most animal instinct, as the knot in his lower abdomen becomes strong enough to make him know how close he is from the edge.

“C'mon, baby girl… Fuck… Suck my dick just like that and I'm gonna cream your throat down”.

The tears falling down your cheeks, because of the delicious effort, is getting mixed in your lips with his scent and your saliva. You're a complete mess right now, welcoming him without complaining, reaching the final act.

His loud and sloppy vocals fill up the whole ranch, forcing your mouth one last time. Raising up his hips and pressing your head down, till your nose is stuck in his pelvis, you feel him exploding inside your mouth, while his seed is spilled out by the corners of your lips. A last gag shakes his anatomy with a furious moan escaping from him, rolling his eyes to the back of his head and containing his breathing.

Running out of air, he urges you to stand up as you swallow his juices, pushing you onto his lap to catch your lips with his. Taza devours them hungrier than ever, tasting himself satisfied, sliding his tongue in your cavity to dominate your sleepy one. Pulling his face away from yours some inches, your husband contemplates his piece of art. Your swollen and abused lips look beautiful, focusing on them to calm his anxiety after what just happened.

“You have been such a good girl”. He whispers, catching back some air to bring to his lungs, putting aside a soft bristle of hair stuck in your sweaty forehead. “You deserve a reward, don't you?”

Almost nodding, he spank your ass with his ringed fingers when you're about to reply. Stirring because of the strong clap, you can't avoid a delicious moan, while his digits get dug in your skin.

“Tell me what you want, mi amor”.

There's no dominant tone anymore, giving path to the sensual and honeyed voice he usually uses with you, pulling you closer to peck your lips with clingy and tender kisses.

“I want to ride your fingers… por favor”. The desperate sob you utter squeezes his heart for a moment.

Taza always gets sure you enjoy more than him, but this time he has earned it, remembering the dirty words you whispered into his ear in front of his brother; letting him know how wet your pussy was just by imagining his tongue sucking and pulling your clit.

“Por favor”. You say again, bringing him back to reality.

“Got a better idea, mi amor…”

Easily moving you to the other side of the sofa, he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs to place them over his shoulders. Almost lying on your back, your crystal eyes go straight to his provocative ones, watching and feeling his lips leaving short kisses on your inner thighs. The sensation of his rough beard rubbing your skin is undescribable, closing your eyelids to focus only on his caresses.

It's just a soft touch of the tip of his tongue over your warm folds, which makes you moan eagerly, in the meantime that you tangled your fingers on his head.

“Fuck, Che…” You cry out. “No more games, please… I need you so fucking much”.

Your wishes are commands for him, for his mouth. His lips sucks out your swollen clit, sliding two curved fingers into your cunt, waiting a long second to let your walls fit around his digits. And you can't help but arch your back, shivering under his touches. You are aware that it's not going to cost him much time to make you cum, but he's going to do his best.

“You're so tight, baby girl… So fucking warm… I love it”.

Soon, Taza speeds up the moves of his wrist, slamming his palm against your soaked pussy, provoking obscenes blops that fill up the living room in sync with your whinings. His mouth is taking care of your throbbing clit, traveling his free hand to attend your hard nipples. The heat covering your anatomy increases your vocals, thanking not having neighbors that could hear you screaming your husband's name and how good he makes you feel.

Every thrust of his fingers is deeper and faster than the last, as the others pinch and massage your breasts as much as he can enclose by his huge hand. The contrast of his rings inside you is pushing you to the limit, unconsciously rocking your hips against his face.

“C'mon, mi amor… give to your man what he desires the most”.

Hitting your g-spot, by forcing his hand within your cunt, he suddenly steals all the air in your lungs; finding your wished orgasm, shaking your body over the sofa. Securing you under the grip of his firm and strong arms, Taza drinks triumphantly your juices as you try to survive to his caresses. His tongue tastes, licks and cleans your core pleased with what he has provoked in you, before leaving a tender bite in your inner thigh.

Standing up on his boots, to put on his clothes, your husband gives you some seconds to recover yourself while your legs continue shaking slightly. If he expects you to walk, he's very wrong. But he's not stupid. Helping you to get up, Taza lifts you up between his arms, helping you to wrap his waist with your legs to bring you to your private bathroom, inside your shared dorm.

“Are you upset for what I did?” You babble resting your cheek on his shoulder, feeling tired and sleepy.

His laughs echoing the hallway, shaking his head briefly.

“Upset for turning me on like you did…? Fuck, no, cariño. That was fucking hot”. He purrs onto your ear, sinking your nose in his neck to have a deep breath of his scent. “Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not”. Whispering, you can't help but yawn exhausted, reaching your room.

“You sure?”

“I'm sure, baby”. You reply while pressing lethargic kisses on his rough skin, barely covered by his beard. “I want to repeat some day”.

“Next time I will not wait till coming home”.

Gently leaving you over the king size bed, your husband kisses your forehead with a gesture full of tenderness and love.

“Wait for me here. I will prepare a bath, okay?”

“Hm…” Barely nodding, he shows you a soft smile.

“I love you, you know it, 'right?”

“Yeah”. Your mood changes a little to a joyful one, placing your hands on both sides of his neck to nudge him straight to your lips.

“I love you more than anything. You're my life, never forget it, baby”. Taza hums brushing them, before leaving a one last kiss. “Give me just a second to run the bath”.

“Don't take too long, I'm already missing you, Che”.

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[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

"Are you going to be okay?" + "Please stop lying to me" for either Rowaelin or someone from the Cadre (Rowan and Lorcan or Fenrys and Connal)

note: so like, since we need more Lorcan and Aelin brotp fics, I'm gonna do them for this one. hope you don't mind. if you'd like to check out my other fics, here's the masterlist.

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Lorcan hated how much he was used to Terrasen now, hated how it felt like home more than Doranelle ever had. In the five centuries he had been alive, he had never imagined this is where he would end up. Bloodsworn to a queen of fire and ash, as wild as she was reckless. A queen who actually cared for her people and her court. A queen who no doubt hated his guts ever since that cursed day on the beach. He had nightmares about that gods damned day sometimes, of Aelin being bruised and battered. Aelin may have forgiven him but he couldn't forgive himself.

He had tried to avoid her as much as he could, didn't want to get close to the wicked queen and had done a good job at keeping away from her until today.

"You're sure there's no one else who can do this?" he asked, hesitant.

Emrys, the cook, quirked an eyebrow at that. The storykeeper had a bowl of steaming soup in his hand. "Prince Rowan isn't here and she's sick. Do you want to be the one to tell him why I let just some servant into close quarters with her when she was ill disposed?" The man had a point. The Fae part of him wanted to growl at the mere thought of letting anyone near her, not when she was probably passed out.

Lorcan sighed in resignation before he was making his way towards her private chambers, the bowl of soup in his hand. He knocked twice on the door of her private chambers and entered when a muffled voice replied, 'The door's open.' She had likely heard him arrive with her fae senses. He almost wished she hadn't let him in.

He didn't know what he expected but the fire breathing bitch queen hunched over papers, her quarters resembling a trash bin was not it.

She had her head propped up with one hand, another holding a piece of parchment that her eyes skimmed through. She half turned in her seat and gave him a wry smile when she spotted the bowl of soup in his hand. "First my bloodsworn warrior, now my personal servant? I'm impres—" the words were cut off by a sneeze, then another and another in quick succession.

She rose from her seat, then flicked a hand in dismissal. "Thank you. You can leave now." But then she was stumbling, eyes half shut and Lorcan barely caught her in time.

She righted herself soon, pulling away from him. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the cold outside, face uncharacteristically pale and turquoise eyes lacking their usual gleam of wickedness.

He frowned. "Are you going to be fine?" It was a stupid question. The woman was trying to work when she was so sick. She was anything but fine.

"Yeah, just a cold. You'd think after all the shit with Maeve and Erawan, I'd be immune to something as trivial as cold." Her humour failed to hit it's mark when a coughing fit seized her. She said, "You can leave. I'll be fine."

Lorcan didn't know what came over him, only that she was being an idiot and he needed her to rest if she was going to recover. "Stop lying to me! You aren't fine, you should rest." He pushed her back on the chair she had been sitting in, shoved the papers aside and slammed the bowl of soup in front of her. "Finish this."

"I don't—"

"Aelin, finish this now."

Short of using the blood oath to make him leave, there was nothing she could do that would make him leave. Lorcan doubted she'd use the oath and he wasn't leaving until he was sure she was fine, even if she did try to kill him a lot of times. For all he knew, she still did want to kill him.

Aelin grumbled but obeyed. "Damn you overprotective fae bastards."

While she ate, Lorcan drew the curtains shut to keep the cold air out, lit the fireplace when she didn't light it herself and tidied up the bed, making space for her to lay down between all the dresses sprawled on it. He could call in a servant to clean all that up but his fae instincts wouldn't let anyone within a hundred feet of her until he was sure his queen was safe and protected. Whatever reason Lorcan had for taking the blood oath, she was his queen now. It was his duty to protect her.

Aelin was back to working by the time he was done. "You're not working anymore, Aelin. Finish that tomorrow."

"I won't finish in time if I stop now."

"You will," he nudged her to rise. "If it's so important, I'll help you finish. For now, you need to go to bed."

She looked ready to protest and Lorcan was prepared to throw her over his shoulder, then chain her to her bed if that's what it took. Aelin must have known that because she surrendered and moved to lay down in her bed. Lorcan watched her closely should she stumble again. He didn't want to explain to Rowan why and how his wife fell face first onto the floor when the prince returned.

Aelin cocked her head at him when Lorcan moved to pull up the covers. "What, now you're tucking me in? Are you going to kiss my forehead, then sing me to sleep next, father?"

Insufferable, as always. "Can you please stop, Aelin?" he asked.

But of course, she couldn't stop. When had she ever stopped? "You didn't even call me bitch! Look at us bonding together! Elide bribed you into this, didn't she?" A pointed look at that. "You're going soft on me, Salvaterre."

He ignored the jibes, then turned to leave the room once he made sure she was safe and warm. "I'll be right outside, call me if you need something." Then he pulled back, scanning the room for any safety hazards before he left.

Aelin cleared her throat, stopping him with a hand on his wrist. "You don't have to do this. I know you don't like me, it's alright. I understand."

She didn't understand shit. He wished Elide had bribed him into doing this or something so he could claim he was here against his will. He didn't want to care for anyone else, not now, not after all that he had done and seen and lived. Especially not for another queen, one just as powerful—if not more—than Maeve. Sometimes, Lorcan had nightmares about that too—about serving in Maeve's court still, wreaking havoc in her name. He didn't want to end up devoted to this new queen as he'd been to Maeve even if he knew the two of them were nothing alike.

Maybe it was that realisation that made Lorcan want to say it. "I've never said it before, not like this but I'm sorry for what happened with Maeve." His voice wobbled as an image of a blood drenched shirt lying in the sad flashed across his vision. Lorcan steeled himself and went on. Aelin had saved his life and Elide's countless times. He owed her this truth, "...you were a foreign queen, a stranger I didn't care about. Now, Aelin? Now, you're my queen and I promise, oath or no oath, I will always protect you." Then, just to lift the mood, he added with a scowl: "Even if you are a raging pain in the ass most times."

Aelin snorted, nudging him to sit beside her. Hellas damn him, he did. "And here I was, thinking we'd become friends after that speech."

"The only way we'll be friends is if you use the blood oath to do that."

Aelin shot him a glare before she snuggled closer, head resting on his chest as if she was trying to leech off his warmth. "It won't be the worst thing in the world to have you around the palace sometimes, I suppose," she mused, her voice muffled and soft. Lorcan didn't move even when her breathing turned soft and steady, his arm wrapped around her.

He didn't regret a thing until the court returned to find the two of them wrapped in a warm embrace. Needless to say, no one let Lorcan forget about it for the next few weeks.

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[salexectrian-heir]

ragged edges and sharp teeth

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist

Fandom: Persona 5, Persona 5 Royal

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,305

Tags: Hurt/No Comfort, Canon Universe, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Consensual Platonic Affection, References to Underage Drinking, Referenced/Implied Suicide (Goro’s Mother), References to Depression, The six times someone kisses Goro Akechi, and the one time Goro Akechi kisses someone, Shuake Week 2020

Summary:

But in truth, in reality, Goro is selfish. Always will be. He is all ragged edges and sharp teeth, he is rough and all consuming and unrelenting.

And ruining Akira is perhaps his most selfish desire of all.

Shuake Week 2020: Free Day (a six and one prompt)

i. his mother

Goro is six years old and he is crying.

The water is scalding against his skin but that he doesn’t quite mind. He tries to fight the tears but they fall despite his brave efforts to not let them roll down his cheeks. Normally, he likes this place. The bathhouse is usually calm and comforting, and feels a little bit like an adventure when he’s sent here on his own. But tonight, he knows something is wrong .

One of her “ friends ” is over. One of the many he doesn’t like. His mother had that look on her face when she ushered him outside, the kind of look that made him want to stay rooted to the spot, clinging to her leg and begging to not be sent away.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been in this place, time almost doesn’t feel real in the bath. But it’s been long enough for his fingers and toes to prune, for his tears to have (finally) run out, and everyone else to have left. He runs his wrinkled fingertips over the tiles of the tub that are smooth and sleek, and wonders if anyone would come looking for him if he stayed in the water all night.

Probably not.

He sinks another few centimeters so that the water reaches his chin, and thinks about staying.

But he would miss his mother too much, and his eyes sting immensely, and all he wants is to fall asleep with her curled up next to him on his futon. He wouldn’t even mind if she hogged all the covers. It would be enough to know she was with him. That he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He fumbles his way out of the tub and into his night clothes with clumsy, pruned fingers. The street is empty as he walks back to the complex where he and his mother live. The door is unlocked, but he vigilantly locks it behind him like she taught him. She must have forgotten. Again. But that’s okay! Because Goro can reach the top lock now and knows she must be tired, that’s all.

There are no lights on except for the glare from TV, a forgotten channel making ambient noise he barely notices. He creeps towards her bedroom and slides the door aside to find it empty, to his relief. No strangers left to linger in the space he covets. The next place he knows to check is the bathroom, which is where he finds her laying on the ground. Her head lifts at the noise and her eyes widen when she sees he’s standing in the doorway.

“Go-chan?”

He’s seen his mother like this before. He knows she’s hurting but doesn’t know why (a much older Goro would understand and curse himself for not noticing sooner. But he was six, and a six year old wouldn’t know what to do. He would blame himself anway.). He lays down beside her on the floor and she tucks him underneath her chin. He pretends he doesn’t hear her cry, pretends that he hadn’t just been crying himself, and buries his face in her neck. Her hair is damp but smells like home, floral and fresh in the way that makes his heart ache. He is grateful it's not the lingering scent of cigarettes and sweat that sometimes would stain her skin in ways that would make his stomach churn.

He thinks she’ll be okay this time when he feels a tender kiss on the top of his head, on his temple, on his cheek when she finally pries him away from her throat.

He thinks she’ll be okay when she whispers I love you , against his forehead as she carries him into his room, and helps him get ready for bed.

He thinks she’ll be okay when she leaves a chaste kiss on his lips when they are finally curled up on his futon together, as she brushes away the tears that somehow, some way, had found themselves running down his puffy face again.

But he doesn’t hear her when she says I’m sorry with soft lips pressed to his damp eyelids. After his fingers have woven into the locks of her hair like a lifeline.

Because Goro is already half asleep, and doesn’t have the energy to kiss her goodnight.

ii. a relative

Goro is nine years old and he is numb.

It’s freezing outside and no one thought to give him a heavier jacket. So he stands there shivering, hands fisted under his armpits as he tries to breathe normally. The air burns his lungs each time he takes a hiccuping breath, and wishes more than anything that someone would wake him up. Because this has to be a dream. A cruel one.

Then someone grabs his face and kisses his cheek, starling him out of the haze that had settled upon him like a wet blanket. They had meant it to be a comforting gesture he would come to realize much later in his life, but his traumatized nine year old brain couldn’t handle it and he violently recoils.

The shove isn’t strong enough to deter this woman… an aunt? A great aunt? A friend of his mother? Goro doesn’t know. He’s never met her before. Or maybe he has? If so, she clearly wasn’t important enough to remember or leave an impact on his life before this moment.

All he knows is they violated his space and as he remembers what his mother--he chokes on the protest that formed on his lips as he repeatedly pushes himself farther from the person trying to hold onto him--he remembers what his mother had always told him.

“ Don’t let anybody touch you unless you want them to .”

He holds those words close to his heart, hoping the punches he’s throwing get his message across.

He didn’t want to be touched by anyone.

Anger bubbles up from somewhere in his gut. Why didn’t his mother do the same when all those “friends” touched her when she didn’t want them too? Why couldn’t she be strong enough? Why wasn’t he strong enough to protect her ?

Why wasn’t he enough?

Bile rises in his throat when he finally breaks the hold of the hands that were gripping his chin, his elbow... blatantly ignoring the affronted scoffs and whispers of what a disgrace, such a rude child, that circled in the wake of his outburst.

The only person he wants holding him is his mother.

But she is six feet under the dirt at his feet, and won’t ever be able to hold him again.

iii. a girl in the orphanage

Goro is eleven and is taken completely by surprise.

One moment he is huddled around a board game in his room with a classmate, and the next she is suddenly leaning into his personal space, pushing her face into his. His eyes go wide as he braces himself on the edge of the desk so as not to fall out of his seat.

He never really thought about kissing girls before it happened, and knew immediately after that he probably would never think about kissing girls again.

His body reacts faster than his brain and shoves her off. She gasps and stumbles back, her expression twisting in confusion at his rejection.

“Why,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “did you do that?”

“Because I like you, and I wanted to kiss you…did you not like it?

He had never been kissed like that before. He thought first kisses were supposed to feel special. But this...felt empty. And bluntly says as much to her.

She looks at him like he had slapped her across the face. “I-I thought...you liked me back?”

“What gave you that idea?”

Guilt only starts to settle in his gut when he sees the tears welling up in her eyes just before she mutters something akin to an apology and bolts out of his room.

He glares at the spot she had been standing.The longer he thinks about it, the angrier and more justified Goro feels. He doesn’t regret telling her the truth but… he drops his head on his arms.

He can’t even make friends right. Maybe he really was broken, like all the other kids say he is.

She gets adopted two days later.

He doubts she even remembers that kiss.

iv. a hook up

Goro is seventeen and it's a means to an end.

Goro hates these events, but has to attend to keep up airs with Shido and his... associates . To be available for Shido to both dangle in front of and threaten his inner circle with. The fact Goro fits in with them at all makes his skin crawl, and he drowns the urge to peel it off with the complimentary wine he’s (illegally) being served. It’s the least offensive crime he’s committed by a landslide.

Goro just needs to be seen and not heard. To both impress and intimidate. And it works every time.

But tonight, it works perhaps a little too well. Or Goro is a little too drunk to care anymore, and wants to get something, anything out of this hell he’s stuck in. Which is how he finds himself pressed up against a bathroom door by the son of some sycophant politician dragged along by his father hoping to get in Shido’s good graces.

The boy is his age, maybe a little older. Far too eager, excited, and sloppy. He kisses Goro hastily, before Goro could stop him (it’s not what they're in this bathroom for, and they both know it). The boy’s mouth is clumsy, and the kiss is full of inexperienced tongue and tastes of the sickly sweet moscato they’ve been chasing. When the boy tries to deepen the kiss, Goro takes a fistfull of this boy’s hair and yanks. It earns him a yelp.

Glaring down at him, Goro simply states, “On your knees.”

And the boy obeys without a second thought.

The boy doesn’t like him . He likes the image he carefully manufactured to be desirable. Even if the boy claims he went down on the Detetive Prince in a bathroom in some fancier hotel in Shinjuku, no one will believe him.

Back at his apartment, Goro slams down the mug of tea he had made to wash out the taste of the boy from the party. If that boy really knew what Goro kept buried underneath the layers and layers of masks he wore, what he was truly capable of, he would run away screaming.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s not like the boy’s affection was really for Goro . And Goro held none for the boy. It means nothing. A release, an excuse to feel something other than seething rage for a few minutes. A pitiable excuse for human connection Goro so desperately craved. How pathetic.

Goro begins to laugh.

And when his manic laughter breaks into sobs he can’t quite tell.

v. his rival

Goro is eighteen and it stops his entire world.

Stepping out of the Jazz Jin, Goro is quickly enveloped by the brisk November chill that finally settled itself in the streets of Kichijoji. It seeps through his clothes and makes him shiver, craving the warmth and atmosphere of the lounge they just left.

He shouldn’t even be here with Akira. Against his better judgment, Goro had reached out, invited him here one last time before…

Akira ducks around him as the door shuts, effectively cutting off the only exit out into the street.

“Akechi, can I ask you a question?”

Goro raises a brow. “I suppose.”

Akira removes his hands from his pockets, and suddenly seems unsure of what to do with them. Turning them over and flexing his fingers as he says, “Um, I’ll need you to close your eyes first.”

“Akira, we don’t have time for games,” Goro chides in that manufactured plastic tone of voice the Prince uses to let his fans down easy.

(Thinking Akira will probably try to shove some stupid trinket in his hands like last time. And Goro will have to repeatedly decline said trinket until Akira inevitably shoves it in his pocket while he’s not looking and only for Goro to find it later when he takes off his coat back at his apartment).

A soft laugh pulls him back to the present. And then, “Indulge me, detective . Please?”

Maybe it was the poorly disguised desperation hidden in Akira’s voice that made him cave to the delinquent’s whim, or Goro’s realization that this was perhaps the last time he would ever get to feel like a normal teenager before...  

Goro rolls his eyes and gives in to Akira’s request with a sigh. “Alright.”

The sounds of Kichijoji’s nightlife are amplified when his eyes flutter shut. He becomes hyper aware of the cold clinging to his skin, the idle chatter of the passerby at the top of the stairs, milling about down the street.The welcoming scent of coffee that never seems to fade from Akira’s clothes.The sound of Akira stepping closer into his space.

Suddenly, alarms are going off in Goro’s brain as he register’s Akira’s hand cupping his cheek, skin to skin.

“May I?” Akira’s question is whispered so quietly, Goro thinks he feels it more than he hears it.

Goro swallows, unable to get his tongue to work to form words. It’s the first time anyone has ever asked Goro for his permission, for his consent, and he has no idea how to even voice how that makes him feel.

It’s blindsiding him.

A thumb traces over Goro’s bottom lip, and his eyes snap open. He’s peering right into irises of silver, sparkling from the string lights that hang around them in the stairwell of the Jazz Jin’s entryway.

“You said you would keep them closed,” Akira whispers, gaze dropping to where his thumb is still idling tracing Goro’s mouth.

Goro’s prolonged silence seems to unnerve Akira, for he begins to pull away. Without thinking, Goro’s hand shoots out and grabs the lapel’s of Akira’s coat, holding him in place. Goro wasn’t even aware he moved until Akira let out a small gasp.

“I never said that,” Goro murmurs, but his eyes fall shut anyway when Akira leans in again.

Akira’s lips are so soft, so delicate and gentle when he presses them against Goro’s mouth. They are everything Goro is not, and Goro is melting . It’s so much kinder than he deserves, far more genuine than Goro is even capable of being.

“To remember me by,” Akira breathes when Goro parts his lips to taste more of him, “since we agreed to stop seeing each other after this.”

Too soon the warmth from Akira’s mouth is gone, and so is the dark haired boy. Having assimilated into the shadows to leave Goro alone in that stairwell.

It changes everything and nothing at the same time.

Goro still puts a bullet in Akira’s brain two days later, but it's his own head that explodes.

vi. a kiss met halfway

Goro is still eighteen, and living on borrowed time.

“ Your life isn’t trivial! ”

Goro has never wanted to believe anything so badly before. But knows in the shell of his empty heart, that Akira is wrong.

That he’s just being a brainless, sentimental fool, giving Goro’s life more meaning than it ever had the right to have.

Yet the thief’s words echo in the recesses of his mind, with each step he takes away from Leblanc for them only resonate louder. By the time he reaches the main road, the words are deafening screams and he has to--has to--

Akira is just where he left him. Sitting there stupidly at the cafe counter with his face in his hands.

The door to Leblanc is ripped open. It shakes on its hinges as it absorbs the aftershocks of being slammed into the wall by the force of Goro’s hand. The jingle of the bell is drowned out by the roar of Akira’s voice in Goro’s ears.

Akira startles and whips his head in the direction of the noise. Goro can see the thief’s eyes are swollen and red, brimming with unshed tears as he pulls his hands away from his face. His mouth falls open, brows furrowed in shock or confusion, Goro isn’t keen on differentiating at the moment because he’s too busy closing the distance between them.

Goro is so sick of other people defining what his life is meant to be. So sick and tired of being manipulated, following orders like some kind of marionette on a string. And for nothing in the end. Because Goro is his own worst enemy the cards were stacked against him from the beginning.

So fuck it. Goro decides for the first time in a long time that he wants to be touched. To be held. To feel the weight of someone’s desire for him pressing in from all angles. He wants to drown himself in Akira until he can breathe nothing else.

And Akira meets him halfway.

They don’t speak of what they’re doing, as they tumble up the stairs to Akira’s room.

They do not name the desperate feeling they are chasing through each other’s clothes as they fall to the floor.

They refuse to acknowledge the truth that is passed between each other’s mouths, secrets they had kept buried beneath flesh now exposed.

But everything left unsaid hangs in the silent spaces between their bodies as they move as one.

+1 a kiss goodbye

Goro is (still) eighteen, and he is dying.

It takes less than a minute.

Goro does his best to keep the desperation out of his eyes but can’t keep it from his hands.

Hands that reach for Akira to roughly pull him into the helicopter after Maruki, who had been tossed aside like a ragdoll.

Goro drags the beaten and bloodied thief into his lap, and no one seems to pay them any attention, too focused on either watching the unconscious therapist in the back, the collapsing palace around them, or the brilliant white light they were heading for.

Akira goes to unhinge his helmet, and Goro lets him. It clatters to the ground, next to where Akira abandoned his own mask.

He lets Akira drag fingers drag across his chest, to travel up and bury themselves in his hair, to cradle the back of his head like the most precious treasure he’s ever laid hands on. So much of Goro yearned to be touched, and there was so little time.

Goro slides his own hands, still encased in clawed gauntlets, along Akira’s battered face. He uses the pads of his thumbs to trace the angle of Akira’s jaw as he crushes his mouth against Akira’s for the last time. Akira’s blood is sweet on his tongue.

For a split second, Goro wishes he could have been a stronger, more selfless man in his final moments. One who didn’t covet things that were never his ( would never be his ), or ruin the things he touches.

But in truth, in reality, Goro is selfish, always will be. He is all ragged edges, and sharp teeth, he is rough and all consuming and unrelenting. And ruining Akira is perhaps his most selfish desire of all.

Goro knows Akira deserves better, but Akira allows it willingly all the same. Letting Goro lay claim to everything Akira is, everything Akira could be for a moment. For a moment, it all belongs to Goro.

And in return, Akira takes everything from him. His revenge, his anger, his envy, his loneliness, his heart. Devouring what is left of Goro Akechi as the false reality shatters around them in a blaze of white light.

#Shuake #Akeshu #Shuake Week 2020 #Goro Akechi #Persona 5 #Goro Akechi x Akira Kurusu #forgot to post this here