#and by that i mean i stared at the raws and cried

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage XV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: Last chapter babes! You start your new role as the intelligence department head and go on your first date only to be interrupted by work. The night's activities resulting in a surprise.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual teasing, toy usage, biting, nipple play, unprotected penetration, mentions of period.

Word Count: 7.3k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 14 New Here? Check out Part 1

A/N: Lightly edited so be kind. The alternate ending will be up later this week. :)

There he is, the last person you wanted to see. So why did his mere presence in your doorway steal your breath? Maybe it was how he stood there tall and slender, hair in a pristine swoop, red armband snug around his bicep, and soft brown eyes focused on your starstruck face. 

The two of you stand there, staring at each other, unable to think, speak, or move. 

His apologetic face makes it all feel raw. Once more tearing open your wounds. Seeing his hurt expression did exactly what you feared it would. The love never went away, it pangs your heart to see him. How are you supposed to work together when there is this much tension caught between you? 

“May I…may I come in?”

“I guess”

Kakashi hesitantly strides into your new office, inspecting the floors, walls and oak desk.

“Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you Lord Sixth”

Kakashi visibly cringes. “Please don’t ever call me by that title again.”

“Kakashi, there’s a time and a place-”

“Not with you there’s not.”

“Kashi…”

You don’t know what to say in response to the pain coating his face. He regretted it. He has so many regrets in his life but the ones that lead to losing you hurt the most. One expects to lose loved ones during times of war, but he never expected to lose you. He thought you were his just as much as he was yours, but he was wrong.

“How-how are you doing?” you ask

Kakashi looked down. A normal question for most conversations but between the two of you it was loaded like a gun.

“I don’t think I can bring myself to answer that honestly right now.” he says with downcast eyes.

Your gaze drops to the floor. “I’m sorry.” you whisper. You never wanted things to be like this between you.

In a deep low voice you hear Kakashi respond, “That’s what I should be saying to you.”

“You’ve already apologized enough.”

“No, I haven’t. I could never apologize enough.”

“Kakashi, I-” but the words get caught in your choked throat as your eyes turn up to see tears streaming down Kakashi’s cheeks while he continues to stare at the floor. You rush over to hug him, incapable of seeing him so heartbroken. You bury your face in his chest. “It’ll be okay Kashi.”

He silently hugs you and cries as you feel your heart being ripped from your chest. You did this to him. You caused him this pain. This is what regret feels like. You start to bawl into his vest.

“I’m sorry Kakashi. I didn’t mean it. I was just hurt and I felt like I was backed into a corner. I wish I could take it back.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” He squeezes you tight. “Please, I only have myself to blame.”

“No Kakashi, you’re a good man.” You lift your teary face from his chest to stare into his eyes. “Amazing in fact.”

Kakashi’s soft eyes sparkled as they looked down on you. Overcome by a wave of affection, he leans down to press his lips into yours when you pull back. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I-” 

That’s when it hit you. It felt wrong. Pulling away from Kakashi felt wrong. Trying to tell him there was someone else felt wrong. Choosing Obito was wrong. 

You look back up at Kakashi’s crushed face. There was someone else, he knows it. And he’s pretty sure who knows who too. “I’m sorry. I overstepped.” Kakashi quickly withdraws from your arms and retreats to his office, trying to collect his emotions. 

“Kakashi, wait!”

You run after him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling so he’d turn around and face you. “Please Kakashi, don’t go.”

“Are you dating him?” He snuffles

“No…it was only one night and we never got the chance to talk about it.”

“What do you mean you never got the chance?”

“He kinda freaked out when I said I was going to take the position with Gaara.”

That piece of news caught Kakashi off guard. “You were gonna leave?”

You bite your lip and l look to the side feeling a little awkward. “...well, yeah… I just didn’t have any reason to stay and it would’ve been a promotion for me so...”

Kakashi’s eyes fall to the floor. “I’m sorry I put you in a position where you wanted to leave. I-I would’ve really missed you but… I would’ve been proud of you too. It was a good offer.”

“Thank you…but please stop apologizing.”

Kakashi’s eyes fluttered up to look at you. “I don’t think I can.”

You feel solemn and need comfort. “May I hug you again?”

“You don’t have to ask”

You dive in to embrace him, squeezing him tight. 

“I still love you.” you whisper

“I love you too.” he whispers back. 

Tears leak out of your eyes as the two of you stand there holding each other. You almost feel yourself center as you soak in his body heat and his scent. You take one last deep breath before he speaks.

“I, um, I need to get back to my office. I have a mission briefing to complete.”

“Okay” you whisper as you withdraw from him.

He kisses the top of your head before he lets you go. His glassy eyes looking down at you with complete adoration. You catch his hand as it drops from your shoulder and hold it in yours.

“I uh-I think I need to have a talk with Obito…”

“Yeah?...”

You can hear the hope in his husky dry voice. 

“Yeah.” 

After giving his hand a quick squeeze you let it go, walking backwards towards your door, maintaining eye contact with him till you reach the threshold. You lean against the doorframe staring at him. A small smile gracing your lips. 

“I’ll see you later Kashi.”

He turns away to walk to his office when he stops and looks over his shoulder.

“See you later, Angel.”

A smile stretching his lips under his noir mask before he walks away. You linger a little while longer, watching him walk away before you turn back inside your office and close the door, finishing what you started. 

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Kakashi sits down working on his mission report for Obito. After a half hour he hears a knock on the double doors. 

“Enter”

Obito turns the knob, stepping in a bit nervous. It was the first time he’d seen Kakashi since professing his love to you and he wasn’t sure how to act. Should he tell him? Should he ask permission to date you? Should he wait? He didn’t know what to do.

“Hey Kakashi”

Kakashi clears his throat, “Uh, Hey.”

Kakashi extends the mission briefing that was on his desk towards Obito. “Here’s everything you need to know for your next mission.”

“This is the one that’s gonna be a little over a month?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” Obito grabs the scroll and unfurls it, giving it a once over. He turns to leave but before he walks out he pauses. “I’m sorry Kakashi...”

“I’m sorry too, Obito.”

Kakashi’s response caught Obito off guard. He had no idea why Kakashi would apologize to him. He had done nothing wrong, but instead of questioning him he just nodded his head and strode away heading home to pack. 

At his house Obito put a change of clothes, some food pills, and medical supplies in his pack. Stashing some creature comforts in his void, he stopped a moment in the vast gray space to think. He needed to see you. He didn’t want you to leave him but maybe he could come with you. The Leaf and the Sand were allies. Maybe they would welcome him, allow him to join their shinobi forces. Taking a deep breath he focuses on the image of your home and materializes there.

You leap off the couch out of terror. “Obito!! What the hell?! You scared me!”

Obito only laughs in his rich raspy voice that makes you close your eyes and hum. 

“Sorry Princess”, he says as he approaches and kisses you deeply in a breath stealing kiss.

You melt slightly in his arms, enjoying the feeling of him embracing you.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.

He finally releases your lips and presses his forehead against yours, “Hi Princess.” He pecks your cheek before standing up to his full height.

You take a moment to recover from the searing heat on your lips and cheek as you gather your wits. “Hi Obi”

You look up into his adoring eyes and feel yourself shrink. 

“I leave for a mission tomorrow and I wanted to talk to you.”

“I wanted to talk to you too.”

“I’d like to go first.”

You bite your lip before you agree, offering to sit down while you speak. Obito takes  your hand and begins to play with it, watching how he toys with your fingers as he speaks.

“I know you want to move to the Sand and if that’s what you need to do, I support you and maybe…maybe I’ll go with you.” His eyes snap up to your face, reading your expression. “I love you and, I-I want to make this work.”

You feel your heart twist in your rib cage. Your eyebrows falling to an empathetic gaze.

“Obito…I umm…”

He takes your hand and squeezes it, lifting it to his lips to give it a kiss. 

“Obito, I have news.”

“Yeah?”

“Lady Tsunade, she came to the flower shop last night.” he looks at you with keen interest. 

“And…she offered me the position of Intelligence Department Head.”

“That’s amazing!” He hugs you tightly and you can tell he’s brimming with pride.

“But-um, Obito, I…” You push him off of you to look him in the eye as you speak the next few words. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Obito, I, I don’t think-”

“-don’t say it.”

“Obito-”

“Please Princess, don’t.” He looks down in his lap and you can quite visibly see his heart shattering before your eyes. “I already know where you’re going with this.”

“Obito-”

“I was in Kakashi’s office earlier and he apologized to me. …now I know why.”

“I’m sorry. I have feelings for you but-”

“I already know.” Tears start to leak out of your eyes as he speaks. “You’ve always been his…I wish I had met you first. If I had just met you first then just maybe…”He drops his head defeated, tears freely falling from his lashline.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes…”

“But you love him more…”

“I’m sorry. I really am, but Obito, you don’t deserve to be someone’s second choice. You should be her first.”

“Not if she’s you.”

“No Obi.” You begin to cry.

He pulls you into a hug and you can feel tear drops fall into your hair. “It’s okay Princess. I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He squeezes you tighter before pulling back to kiss your forehead. Murmuring softly,

“I love you. I probably always will, so just be happy for me. Okay?”

“Okay” you sob.

He pulls you in for one more hug, “I gotta go finish packing for my mission. I’ll see you around, Princess.”

He releases you and stands up. His eyes locked on yours as he swirls away. Leaving you alone on your couch staring blankly at the space he left.

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Sunday passed in a blur but now it’s Monday morning and you are a nervous mess. You changed your outfit several times before settling on a simple cream colored knitted body con dress with gold stud earrings, and low heels. You stride into your new office and take a seat behind the big oak desk, taking a moment to savor it. 

You hear a familiar light knock on the doorframe and look up to see Kakashi holding a flower in his hand. 

“May I come in Ms. Department Head?”

A smile splits your face. “Yes, Mr. Hokage.”

Kakashi walks in and extends the flower in his hand. “This is for you.”

“Thank you.”

You grab the flower, resisting the urge to pull down his mask, giving him a peck on the cheek instead.

“I’m sure Lady Tsunade will be in soon looking for you. There’s a translation about the Otsutsuki that she wants your opinion on.”

“Oh, that could be serious.”

“Yes, it could be. Plus she’s your biggest fan. …besides me of course.”

You can’t help the rose color that flushes your cheeks at his words. Looking at the ground unable to handle his flattery. A singular finger lifts your chin, causing your eyes to flutter up to his. 

“You’re going to be brilliant. You’re incapable of anything less.”

Your cheeks tint from pink to red. 

“Don’t go giving me a big head, Kashi.”

He chuckles and kisses your nose. “We have a briefing with the entire Intelligence Department in 30 minutes and then a council meeting right after. Then you and I are grabbing lunch. Okay?”

“Got it.” you smile with a nod.

Kakashi turns to leave just as Lady Tsunade walks in. 

“Lord Sixth”

“Lady Fifth”

The two smile as Kakashi turns down the hall.

“Well Y/N, I see you’re in your new office.”

“Yes. Just as you asked”

“And I see you and Kakashi are doing better.”

“Uh, I uh…” you scratch the base of your ponytail as Tsunade laughs at you. 

“Oh this is gonna be a fun day!”

“Lady Tsunade-”

“Relax! Come on, here”

She pulls out a small vile of sake from her coat pocket and takes a sip, extending it to you.

“Lady Tsunade!” you squeal with wide eyes.

“Come ooon! It’s not big deal. I did it all the time as Hokage.”

You quickly glance over to the door before taking the bottle and having a drink.

“Thata girl!”

“You’re so embarrassing.” you laugh as you hand the sake back

“Come on, let me show you what the current projects are before we get to the department briefing.”

“Sounds good.”

The rest of the morning went well. There was not a single smirk or snicker during your introduction as the new department head. Shiho talked to you afterwards and told you that they had been struggling quite a bit since you left. This gave you some vindication as you enjoyed the thought of them regretting their earlier teasing. 

The meeting with the counsel went well too. They did bring up some rules about interpersonal relationships which left you flustered but all around they seemed pleased to welcome you into their ranks.

After everyone was dismissed, you went to the breakroom to get some hot water for your tea. You stand up in the empty room and put your mug on the counter as you steep the tea bag when strong arms envelop you. 

“Hi” a deep whisper softly speaks in your ear.

“Hi” you hum back as you sink into Kakashi’s arms. 

You spin around to face him and bury your nose in his chest as your arms sling around his waist. He nudges the top of your head with his masked nose and you look up at him.

“There’s those pretty eyes I missed so much.” He smiles

“Yeah? What else did you miss?” you giggle

Kakashi slides your mug to the side and lifts you up onto the countertop, spreading your legs so he can slot himself between them. He lowers his mask before wrapping his arms back around you. 

“I missed these lips.”

“Yeah?” you breathe the sound barely audible as you lean in. 

Your mouths connect in a hot and passionate kiss swirling your minds and leaving everything hazy. You forget for a moment that you’re not on your kitchen counter at home as you moan into him, wrapping your legs around his waist and threading your fingers into his hair. Deep wimpers come from him as he pulls you closer, letting desire get the better of him. His hands fist your clothes and he feels himself about to get carried away when he pulls back. 

The both of you pant heavily as you calm yourselves down. 

“Sorry, I-I missed you.”

You nuzzle your face into his neck. “I missed you too.”

You continue to hold each other as you let your ankles unhook and fall to either side of Kakashi’s hips. 

Kakashi hears footsteps approaching and grabs your hand, to steady you as you hop off of the counter. 

“Lunch?”

“Lunch sounds good.”

The two of you hold hands as you walk through the halls. It felt right to stand by his side, your fingers interlaced with his. You hold your head high as you walk past the gawking faces. You weren’t going to let other people’s opinions bother you anymore. They can say what they wanna say. You know your worth and you know how you feel. You grip Kakashi’s hand tighter causing him to turn and look at you. He sees your lips pull up at the corners and he can feel his heart soar. 

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After a week, everything was going good. Like really good. Not even your period could ruin your mood after the week you’ve had. The transition into your new position went smoothly and on Friday you left the building with a skip in your step. On your way out you stopped by Kakashi’s office but noticed he went home already. You couldn't blame him for slipping away after all the late nights he had this week. So you went on your way home to go relax on your couch. Only when you arrive home you find Kakashi standing outside your door with a bouquet of roses and baby’s breath. 

“What’s this?”

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

“Us? Go on a date?” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yes. A date. A real date. Like a real couple.”

“I don’t know, that sounds a little too normal for us.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

You laugh as you throw your arms around him. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you, but can we wait till my period is finished? I don’t wanna be all bloated and gross.”

Now it was Kakashi’s turn to laugh. “You could never be bloated and gross to me.”

You give him a smooch on the cheek. “I know, I know, you love running red lights.”

Kakashi laughs nuzzling into you. “So when can I take you out?”

“Monday.”

“Then I’m making a reservation for Monday.”

“A reservation? Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just dress to impress and let me handle dinner”

You give him a slightly suspicious look before breaking into a smile. “Fine, I guess.”

“Now about running those red lights…”

“Sorry, Mr. Horn Dog.” you say as you poke him in the forehead with your finger. 

“Fine …” 

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck before you finally move to put your key in the door. 

“Come on, let's go inside.”

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All day on Monday Kakashi was an absolute tease. You walked into your office to find a bouquet of flowers already sitting on your desk with a note: Can’t wait for tonight, my Angel

You smile as you set the note down on your desk. 

During your weekly briefing with your team, you catch Kakashi slide into the back of the room. He leans against the wall, folding his arms, and gives you that stare you only see when he wants to take you in the closet. Your throat goes dry mid-sentence causing your voice to crack. You gave Kakashi a quick look before he smiled and walked out of the room.

In a council meeting he sits down next to you and keeps his hand on the inside of your thigh, making you clench your legs together. Moreover in the hallways, when no one is around, he presses you up against the wall, his breath tickling your ear as he tells you exactly what he wants to do to you during dinner tonight. The two of you hadn’t been intimate since before your last mission and the sexual tension is causing you to slowly snap. Finally you were nearing the end of the day, however, after a quick meeting in the Hokage’s office he corners you once the room is vacant. Kakashi cages you in with his arms and props his leg between yours. 

“Ms. Yamanaka, where do you think you’re going?”

The position steals your breath away.

“I, umm, I was going to go back to my office, Lord Kakashi.”

“I think instead you better head home and get ready for a very important evening.”

“I should?” you say as a whisper, still feeling breathless from the compromising position. 

“Yes, you have a very hungry man anxious to see you.”

“But I don’t get off for another hour.”

“Maybe the Hoakge is willing to grant you permission to leave early. He also wanted me to tell you to wear this.”

Kakashi slips out the pink vibrating pad from the Gala and pushes it into your hands. Your eyes dart back up to his and you immediately chew on your lip out of nervousness.

“Consider it an apology for sleeping with Obito.”

“Yes, Sir” you whisper in his ear as you tuck the pad away feeling your mouth going dry at the memory of last time he made you wear this.

“Now hurry home, Angel. I don’t want you to be late.”

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Kakashi was right to send you home early. You took an extra long time getting ready cause you wanted to look perfect. Just like you did for the Gala, you style your hair into long soft waves, pinned back on one side. You bring out the earrings and bracelet Kakashi got you for the Gala, and slip on your strappy black heels. Standing in front of the mirror you smooth out the wrinkles in the black fabric with your hands as you admire your choice in dress. It was a beautiful all satin strapless corset top with a calf-length flowing chiffon skirt, complete with a little thigh slit just how Kakashi likes. 

You hear a light rap on the door and go to answer it. There stood Kakashi in a white button up with a black tie and gray dress slacks. And of course in the hands of the Copy Ninja is a bouquet of flowers.

“Wow Kashi, you look so handsome.”

“Look who’s talking. You are absolutely breathtaking, my love.”

He steps inside so he can remove his mask to give you a proper kiss. After your lips disconnect he hands you the flowers.

“These are for you, Angel.”

You take them and giggle. “At this rate I’m going to run out of vases Kashi.”

He lets out a light chortle before he grabs your waist and pulls you near.

“You ready for dinner?”

“Of course.”

Arm snug around your waist, the two of you walk to a beautiful and very fancy restaurant. Apparently it was an establishment frequented by the Feudal Lord. They had live music and extravagant decorations. Everything was plated in gold, the walls, the plates, the chopsticks. You felt timid to touch anything so expensive, lest you break it.

“Kashi, this is quite the space”

“I wanted to go big for our first date. Plus there are certain perks to being Hokage.”

“I don’t know if I belong in a place like this.” You say as your eyes dart around the room nervously.

“Angel, you most definitely fit in a place like this. You are finally standing in a room almost as beautiful as you are.”

Kakashi tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear looking down on you with every drop of adoration a human could possibly muster. The two of you are led to a secluded table near the back of the restaurant. You sit down beside each other and not a second too soon your breath hitches as Kakashi turns on the pad. Your hand immediately shoots out to clutch his bicep in an attempt to brace yourself. Kakashi cooly reaches over, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking it with his thumb.

“Something wrong dear?”

You turn your head with wide eyes and Kakashi increases the intensity. Your fingers dig deeper into his arm as you attempt to catch your breath.

A huge smirk is seen under his mask. 

“It’s not funny Kashi!” you say in a panic, feeling yourself pant from the vibrations tickling your clit.

“I’d beg to differ. Now be a good girl and enjoy yourself.”

“Kashi-”

“Good Evening!” The waiter interjects.

“Good Evening!” Kakashi greets sitting up straight

“Hi” you say looking down. Redness flooding your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Can I start you off with any drinks tonight?”

“Two glasses of awamori, please”

“Great, and have you had a chance to look over the menu?”

“Actually we will get two of what the Feudal Lord normally has.”

The waiter raises a brow at Kakashi, knowing the price tag of the meal but Kakashi simply smiles beneath his mask and nods. Satisfied, the waiter returns the nod and heads to the kitchen. As soon as the waiter is out of earshot Kakashi turns off the pad allowing you to breathe. 

“Well that was fun.” he says as you pant beside him.

“It most certainly is not.”

Kakashi turns the pad back on. “I wholeheartedly disagree.” he muses before leaning in and whispering in his deep voice, “I love watching you squirm in public.”

“S’not fair, Kashi.” you cry as your eyes screw shut in the intense pleasure of the vibrator. 

“Sweet Angel, can we have a nice meal before you get so needy?” he jests 

You open your eyes pleading with him to turn it off. You feel your underwear soak and you’re worried your arousal is seeping onto your dress.

“Tell me, how wet is my Angel?”

“Kashi,” your hand goes back to gripping him “People will think I’ve wet myself.”

You spread your legs and readjusted the position of your hips to let the pad sink between your folds even more.

“Mmmm, seems like you wanna ride.”

Your head nods to the side, your mouth falling open. You feel yourself going dumb to the stimulation and shift slightly back and forth on the pad.

‘What a good girl.”

You turn towards him and bury your face in his shoulder. “This is so embarrassing.” you whisper as you continue to rut on the pad.

“I’m going to need you to cum before our waiter gets back, my love. I’d hate for him to see you like this.”

Your embarrassment dusts a shade of crimson on the tips of your ears as you rub more purposefully against the pad. Kakashi bumps up the vibrations and your knees begin to shake. Your breath catches in your throat before you fully collapse against Kakashi. Finally he turns off the toy right as the waiter arrives with your drinks and food. 

Everything about dinner was nothing short of amazing. The food, the drink, the conversation, you wanted to commit every moment of it to memory. This was turning into one of the best nights of your life until a member of intelligence approaches your table. 

“Lord Hokage, forgive me. A raven came in, they need Ms. Yamanaka’s assistance urgently.”

You and Kakashi look at each other, then back at the messenger. 

“Give us a moment to settle our tab and we will be right there.”

The three of you make your way over to headquarters, speed walking across the village in your high heels. As you walk you are briefed on the situation. The Sand asked for an emergency intelligence consultation. A band of rogue shinobi have been raiding the outskirts of the village but are starting to escalate in violence. Tonight they came across a warning in an unknown language. They don’t know if it’s a cypher or a dead language but since the Leaf is notorious for their intelligence team’s translations, they are asking for your help. The only clue they can make out is the date which shows tomorrow. 

Upon entry, you ask that the memo and the scroll be brought to your office where you have your textbooks. All the usual faces arrive including Shikamaru and Shiho. Much to your dismay it is not in fact a rare language but is rather a cypher. 

“Kakashi, can you get Gaara on the phone? We’re gonna need someone with more knowledge about the Land of Wind to help us crack this one.”

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With the help of Gaara, Timarri, the Sand’s Intel team, as well as Kakashi, Shiho, and Shikamaru, you discovered that the note worked two ways. With one letter shift, it warned of a bombing to the village gates, however with a different letter shift it warned of a robbery to the village treasury. Shikamaru was the one who wondered why the bandits would warn of the bombing when they had never left clues for an attack before. Something told you it was an ego feeding itself and there may be more to the message than what they originally thought. It was quite an impressive feat. You felt disappointed in the decisions of the brilliant mind who could pull off such a work of art as this cypher. It was one of the most impressive intel projects you worked on. 

You dismissed everyone around 4am however you and Kakashi stayed behind to finish up the paperwork that went along with the request and put together the invoice for Gaara. You felt so tired you didn’t think you could walk home. Kakashi suggested that the two of you spend the night on the sleeping pad in his office. You happily agreed and thought it was a humorous turn of events to have to have pulled an all nighter on your first date. It definitely fits your love story.

You and Kakashi enter his office, holding hands and lock the door behind you so no one will disturb you as you sleep through the day tomorrow. He pulls out the small mat he keeps on hand for days like this and climbs in with you, both still wearing your dress clothes. 

Though the mat was small you shared it while you cuddle under a wool blanket. You lay facing each other, Kakashi with his mask off, each staring into the other’s eyes. The two of you memorizing your faces in the pale light of night. You couldn’t help but get lost in his mahogany irises, watching how they bore into you.

You gazed at his face, feeling his chest push into yours with each deep breath. Each inhalation coursing oxygen through your vessels, replenishing the weary cells, and centering your mass. You tuck your arms into your chest while he holds you close. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” he suddenly confesses. You realize he’s not talking about your date getting interrupted but about everything since the gala.

“I know,” you whisper. “and I’m sorry too.”

Like magnets, your lips draw together. A long soft kiss, resetting the balance of the world. The usual butterflies returning to your stomach as you lay with him. He is your person. He owns your soul. This is a fact. No matter the difficulties, you will always fall back into his arms.

As you kiss you begin to feel hardness form on your thigh.

“Sorry.” Kakashi says, embarrassed. “We haven’t, you know, in awhile and now that you're here it just um…”

You smile, “I see I was missed.”

“So much” He says as he dives back in to kiss you but this time with more heat. You return his passion as you lift your leg wrapping it over his hip. He rolls on top of you, laying all his weight on your chest before tucking his knees between your legs and pulling you up into his lap. You sit straddling him, rolling your hips and you feel his erection through your pants. It’s enough to make you moan. 

“I missed those sounds. I thought I would never hear them again.” he says as he buries his face in your neck pushing his hips up into yours.

He begins to suck on your neck. “Kashi, please, people will see.”

“Sorry” he whispers as he lowers his head to suck at the top of your breast.

“Just take the damn thing off if you’re gonna do that.” you say.

You don’t have to tell him twice. Your black dress disappears to a dark corner of the office before you could take your next breath. 

He runs his thumbs over your collar bone, tracing your shoulders before he drops his gaze. He stared intensely at your chest. His eyes tore over your smooth skin now adorned with goosebumps. He studied the peaks and valley of your breasts, ingraining them into his memory. The small bumps around your nipple and the color of your areola, memorizing it all. He lowered his head to taste the familiar soft skin, salty from the day's toll. He licked the entire surface, savoring the flavor before making his way to the nubs. He lightly petted them with his tongue. They were delicate but they were too tantalizing and he couldn’t resist the urge to sink his teeth around them when they were so close to his mouth. You let out the most erotic whine he has ever heard and it’s enough to make precum soak through his briefs. 

Pushing you down on the ground he rips off your panties and rids himself of his clothes. He needs you now. He attacked your chest with his mouth unable to restrain himself. Your breathy moans as he assaulted your sensitive skin were euphoric, ringing in his ears. He could’ve cum from your sound alone. You planted the soles of your feet into the floor as your hips bucked up, rutting your fluids all over his chest, one hand in his hair,  while the other searched for fantom bedsheets to hold on to. 

“Kashi, don’t stop.”

“‘Wasn’t planning on it.” he breathed as he broke your skin. Blood pooling in his mouth. He sucked on the copper taste, licking his lips before trailing down your body. 

“So fucking wet for me. Always so wet. I could feed myself for the rest of my life down here.” he says as he dives in on your slippery folds. Bare feet still planted, now both hands search for something to grab onto as his tongue plays with your slit. Diving in and out, nose tickling your bundle of nerves, he was a ravenous wolf and your hips straining to free yourself from his jaws.

“Kashiiiii! Oh gods!” You raised your hand, grabbing a fistfull of his hair, pushing him into your heat as he happily lapped away licking and sucking on your lips and clit.

He kissed a trail of hickies up to your collarbone before licking along your clavicle and the column of you neck. He landed a wet sloppy kiss on your mouth while he aligned his tip with your slit. Prodding your clit as he rubbed your labia with his shaft.

Your mouth dropped into a sinful O as he pulled back and slid inside of you. You exhale with a broken breath, feeling the familiar stretch. You melted into a puddle under his strong figure. He could swear he saw stars in your eyes as you gazed up at him. 

Establishing a slow rhythm, he savored the feeling of his veins catching each ridge in your gummy interior. Nothing felt more like home than being inside of your warm walls, having them hug his manhood tightly as you lost your breath with each stroke. 

He holds his body close to yours, feeling your stiffened peaks rub against his chiseled chest while he glides in and out of you. You feel the tension build in your lower abdomen. Each sweet kiss of your cervix eliciting a soft sound from your lips directly into his ear. You could feel him twitch with each little noise. 

One of your hands grabbed a firm hold of the back of his neck but the other wandered freely. Slowly exploring his arm, then his chest and gliding up to his back, feeling the scars of battles fought long ago. Thrusts continue to slide his girth in and out of you, still you aimlessly glide your hand along each indent of muscle overlapping with another, feeling up his spine and into his hair. He closed his eyes as you toyed with the silver strands. Focused on the feeling over his entire body, not just what your cunt was doing to his length but on every touch of your delicate hands. 

He was brimming with love for you. It was taking over his entire body. Studying each stray strand of hair, each eyelash, each pore on your skin, lowering his gaze to your newly adorned chest, covered in fresh love bites. He started to snap up into you sharply, feeling himself ready to cum. 

“I love you, Y/N” he whispers

“I love you too, Kakashi” you breathe back

And with your confession you feel the familiar wave of orgasmic warmth flood through your body reaching each finger and toe. Kakashi thrusts as he finishes, letting your needy walls milk him for all he’s worth. Once done he falls on top of you, tip still inside, catching his breath as his spend begins to leak out.

Grateful that he locked the door ahead of time, you and he fall asleep just as you are, on his tiny sleeping pad with only a wool blanket covering the Hokage’s bare behind, feeling the kind of peace of mind that had eluded you for months.

********************************************

Life sped past over the next few weeks. You took really well to your new role and all the teasing you used to receive for dating Kakashi finally slipped down the storm drain. You felt at peace but furthermore you felt a sense of smugness knowing that they now know how much they need what’s between your ears. They no longer care about who’s between your legs and the more you and Kakashi interact publicly, the less stares you receive. Everything is finally going according to plan. 

You sit at your desk and start to think about lunch when you smell something wonderful waft down the hall. It smelled like someone was cooking something over a campfire. Suddenly craving whatever was being had in the break room, you decide to head down the hall so you can ask what it is. When you step into the break room you see none other than Obito standing there holding a bowl of chicken and sticky rice.

“Obito?”

“Hi Princess.”

You feel your chest tighten, your eyes closing at the sound of his voice saying your nickname.

“How-um-how…how was your mission?”

“Long, but it gave me plenty of time to think.”

You feel your stomach flip in anxiety. “Obito, I’m so sorry.”

“I know Princess I-”

“Oh my gods!”

You run to the trash can and throw up what was left of your breakfast. 

“Princess, are you okay?”

“Sorry, I just ah-I guess I’m not feeling well.” You didn’t want to admit that the guilt of everything made you empty your stomach of its contents. 

“Hmm, maybe you should go home.”

“I’ll be fine.” you say feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Obito gives you a questioning look. 

“Really, I’ll be fine. Maybe just some rice and water for lunch and I’ll be fine.” you say with a shrug as you speed walk away from the break room. You turn towards Kakashi’s office hoping he had some water for you to rinse out your mouth when you realize the smell of ramen is getting stronger with each step in his direction. Sure enough, when you open the door to his office the smell hits you like a ton of bricks. You try to wave the smell away from your nose with your hand as you speak.

“Geez, Kashi, what’d they put in your ramen?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a bit strong, don’t you think?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your ramen. I can smell it down the hall.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Do you have water?”

“I think I have some over in that corner.” he says as he points “Why? Forget your tea?”

“No, I just threw up and I need to wash out my mouth.”

“You threw up?”

“Yeah. I smelled some delicious campfire smell and then I ran into Obito and felt sick all of a sudden. It was really embarrassing.”

“You smelled Obito?”

“What?! No! I smelled a campfire and…oh.”

“Angel, when was your last period?”

“Right before our date…”

“Angel, I think we need to get you checked.”

You zone out a bit as you consider what this means. You look over at Kakashi, “But I’m on birth control. You really think that we’re, that I’m...”

“Possibly.” 

Kakashi rounds his desk and kisses your forehead before pulling you into a hug. 

“Kashi…” you whisper, ‘I still haven’t rinsed my mouth out yet.”

He chuckles and lets you go to grab your water. “Here, make it quick cause I want to kiss you.”

You blush and take the water and swish. You chug the remainder of the bottle before Kakashi pulls you into him to kiss you as if it were your wedding day. When your lips disconnect he holds you close, eyes closed, foreheads touching.

“What was that for?”

“Marry me.”

“What?” Kakashi opens his eyes and stares at you through your lashes.

“Marry me.”

“Are you joking??”

“No. I want to marry you. I’ve wanted to marry you from the day you first saw my face.”

“Kakashi, we don’t even know if I’m pregnant.”

“It’s irrelevant. I love you and I want to marry you. What do you say?”

“Kakashi, are you seriously proposing after I just threw up?”

“I’ll give you a real proposal later. Just tell me yes.”

You swallow and nod your head, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He squeezes  you tight and spins you around the room.

“Kashiiii I’m gonna throw up again.”

“Right.” he says as he sets you down, “Let's get you to a doctor.”

Leaving his lunch behind, you and Kakashi interlace your fingers as you walk down the hallway and out the building towards the hospital. The medical staff set you up in a room with a paper gown, where the two of you wait for Sakura to join you.

You’re swinging your legs as you sit on the table when finally a head of pink hair comes breezing through the door.

“Kakashi sensei, do you mind explaining why my other appointments got bumped back fifteen minutes?”

“I needed you to check on Y/N.”

You wave your fingers, feeling a pink tint your cheeks. Sakura’s eyes scan you up and down and she understands. She pulls the sonogram cart from the corner and asks when your last period was.

“It was about 7 weeks ago.”

“And you’re just getting checked?”

“I didn’t really think about it. Time kinda slipped by plus I’m on birth control so I didn’t think-”

“Well things can still happen.” Sakura squirts jelly onto a probe and directs Kakashi to sit near your face. “This is gonna feel a little cold.”

“Okay” You nod before looking over at Kakashi and nervously grasping his hand. You feel the probe get inserted and soon after you hear a tiny fluttering pulse. You watch as Kakashi’s eyes widen with joy while looking at the screen. You peel your pupils off of him and turn to look.

“Yup, congratulations you two! You’re having a baby!”

Alternate Ending coming later this week.

Masterlist

#obito x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #obito is daddy #kakashi senpai #kakashi is daddy #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #hatake smut #daddy hokage #jealous hokage #Jealous Kakashi #detective stucks #obito x reader x kakashi #obito x you #kakashi x you #Kakashi x you x Obito #Obito x you x Kakashi

[yawnderu]

Afraid - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

I cried the entire time I was writing this and had to take breaks to sob, enjoy

content: angst with a happy ending, mentions of death and injuries, hurt/comfort

''Stray.'' Simon's voice is stern as you walk past him, ignoring the way he calls out to you, moving away from the gloved hand that tries to reach out to you.

''Stray.'' He calls again and this time you look at him, his behemoth frame blocking the doorway with his arms crossed, the bloodied skull balaclava making him even scarier, if that's even possible. You hang by the window, trying your best not to glance at the imposing figure.

You can tell he's staring at you like usual, yet you don't glance back. Your hand pockets the box of cigarettes he never got to finish, digging deeper into your pocket until you feel the familiar metal of his dog tags. Ghost became his namesake— his spirit haunting you every single day, acting like he's still there, yet you both know the truth.

Memories of his last moments flash through your mind every single day, the sunrises that he never got to see make your days even more miserable. You think about what happened yet again— the painful memory of Ghost pushing you out of the way, a sniper bullet piercing what he used to call a cold heart.

You hold him in his dying moments, promises and love confessions escaping both of your lips like prayers. He tells you to look away and when you do, he closes his eyes so you don't see the life slipping out of him, but you know. Oh, how you wish you didn't know, but you still do, his body going limp on you and instantly feeling lighter— you'd like to believe his soul was freed.

''I can't move on, Si.'' You finally speak, voice cracking as the tears escape your eyes, like they have every single day. How can you move on from something like that? You've had your brothers in arms die in your hands and it never gets easier, yet Simon was an entirely different thing. He was a part of your soul, a man who sneaked his way into your heart with the same stealth he used during missions.

It doesn't take much until you're sobbing, knees feeling weak as they finally give up on you, his cold dog tags clutched between your hands as if holding onto his memory. Ghost crouches down next to you, one of his gloved hands attempting to touch you, yet he takes it back after slight hesitancy.

''It's been three months.'' His face is etched with concern, tone serious yet holding the same gentleness and care he always used to talk to you in after realizing his feelings. ''I'll always live within you, sweetheart. It breaks my heart to see you like this.'' He confesses, his heart breaking further knowing he can't comfort you physically, yet he's secretly glad he's good with words.

''I can't carry on, Si— not if it means I'll stop seeing you.'' You were always as stubborn as a mule, yet nothing is more heartbreaking for Ghost than to see the woman he loves crumble down daily because of him, because of a stupid mistake in intel.

''As long as you keep on fighting... As long as you remember me, Stray, I'm not dying.'' He reassures and you finally look up, mesmerized by the raw love and comfort his brown eyes hold. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, and that's an expression you became familiar with throughout the years. He's smiling.

''I'll be with you for this mission, the next, the one after that... I'm always here, love.'' He reassures, eyes softening even more once you nod your head, trying to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you manage to give him a pained smile.

''Don't forget.'' He whispers, getting up from his crouched position as he waited for you to get up as well. ''Let's finish this mission.'' He gave you a small nod, walking with you as he saw you put on your gear, his dog tags safely secured around your neck alongside your own. You glance back at him before doing your eye black, hair secured in a braid before you put on his old balaclava, closing your eyes for a second as you bask in on the smell.

''Ready, sir.'' Life is better if you're delusional and pretend Simon is still alive. He nods his head, walking alongside you as you both get to the helipad, the rest of the team waiting.

''Saved ya a seat, bonnie.'' Soap wraps an arm around your shoulders and escorts you into the helicopter, trying to pretend like everything was fine, yet you can see the pain in his eyes. You lost a partner, and he lost a brother, yet he always tried to be strong for your sake. The ride to the site is quiet, feet dangling off the landing rail as you close your eyes, the loud vehicle silencing your mind for at least a few hours until you finally make it down.

''Recover the intel and get out— let's unfuck this.'' Price speaks through the comms as you all scatter around the building, checking corners with your finger ready on the trigger.

Recover the intel and get out. Easy enough, right? Right. The human body is an interesting thing, capable of surviving falls from hundreds and even thousands of feet, able to survive hundreds of kilograms crushing it, able to generate antibodies to protect you from sickness, yet nothing can ever protect you from an enemy sneaking behind you, blade cutting through your throat before you even realize what's going on. By the time you realize what's going on, it's too late.

''C'mon, stay with me, kid.'' You can vaguely make out Price's deep, raspy voice as he holds you in his arms, the enemy dealt with the moment he was spotted— you're leaving too early, and the enemy left too late.

''I'm sorry.'' Is all he can manage to whisper out, trying his best to put pressure on your wound, but it's too late. Nothing can ever save you from a cut to the arteries in charge of keeping your brain working. Your hand manages to reach out to hold his wrist, eyes closing as a small smile sets on your lips. I'm almost there, sir. You don't hear his screams of anguish the moment you stop breathing in his arms, instead you hear... nothing.

For a short while, it's nothing. Everything is black.

''Welcome home, love.'' The familiar voice whispers out. The first thing you can feel is his large, ungloved hand running down the length of your hair, gently resting on your hairline and spreading his warmth all around your head. Your eyes open, looking into the brown eyes of the man of your dreams.

''Si?'' You whisper out, hand reaching out towards him, waiting to wake up from a bad dream, yet your hand makes contact with his actual body. Your eyes open wide and you immediately jump up to hug him. He'd never admit it, but... it startled the shit out of him.

''Keep it tactical, Sergeant.'' He reprimanded with mock sternness before his arms wrapped around your waist, holding your head close to his chest while you both embraced each other. Your hearts were filled with pure bliss and love, unable to feel the pain of war anymore. Whatever this was, you'd gladly spend it together.

''I missed you, sweet girl.'' In the cosmos, our energies sit beside one another.

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley fluff #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost angst #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x female reader #ghost x female oc #ghost x f!reader #mw2 angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

[mochinomnoms]

More domestic stuff?? GREAT

Yuu getting another batch and the already born kids just cling to them because "They glow!!!" while the twins are like "Please let them go for a bit" because yuu has an eel and shirmp kid almost acting like weights holding them down preventing yuu go anywhere

Also that about baby morays eating shirmps now I think about a eel kid teasing their shirmp sibling

Shirmpkid:*sniffles*

Shirmpkid2: *hugging shirmpkid* don't you dare

Eelkid: hehe what this? *throws a shirmp in the air and eats it*

Shirmpkid: *Full on wailing in terror*

Shirmpkid2: you asked for it! *deep breath* DAAAAAAD-

Eelkid: NO HOLD ON

Having leech blood on you means that you have natural urges to tease others also how would it be with the kids knowing Azul? I imagine it would go like:

Shirmpkid: *cleaning urges increasing*

Eelkid: *nomnom tentacles*

Speaking of adding Azul to the mix how would octopolycule go like? I wanna know what you have in mind! aside from the shirmpmer smut

-Vaquita

(I've broken and written a one-shot with Tweels and Shrimpmer Yuu. I have thoughts on octopolycule but that will have to be for another time.)

[cw] - Yuu is referred to as "Ama" by children, but still referred to as gn, Tio is used instead of Uncle.

The Delights of being "Zuzu"

"Stop it! You're scaring him!

Two little shrimp fry mers were currently curled into one another, the larger teal one holding her sibling in her lower legs and tail. The smaller one, a light pink that turned a darker red at the tip of his tail, was trembling in his sister's grasp, eyeing his other sister across from them.

"Oh lighten up!" A teal elver mer was rolling her eyes at her twin and younger brother, she was dangling a raw shrimp in her fingertips. "It's not like I'll eat him, unless..."

She grinned, her sharp teeth gleaming in the low light of the sea cave. Leaning down to be eye level with her brother, she snapped her jaw at him, making the poor boy whimper.

"If he misbehaves, then he's gonna turn out just. Like. This. Shrimp."

Tossing the shrimp up, she caught the tail of the shrimp with her teeth and shook her head, not unlike a wild dog with a bone. Shoving the rest of the poor crustacean in her maw, cackling as her brother wailed in fear, she found herself pushed to the ground by her twin.

"I SAID STOP IT PEARL! YOU'RE BEING MEAN, I'M GOING TO TELL ZUZU ON YOU!"

The teal shrimpmer was surprisingly ferocious, snapping her own teeth at her twin sister. Though they were blunt, she made up for it with her several lower legs around her tail as she wrapped them around her sister. This helped little though, as the other simply tied her own tail around her sister in an attempt to avoid her.

"Nuh-uh! Shut up Coral! I'm just playing! I'm gonna tell on you for being a jerk!"

"No you!"

"No you!"

"No YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"Why not both?" A smooth, silky voice responded.

The girls, now adequately tangled together by their tails and legs, froze as their younger brother cried out happily to their Uncle Azul. At some point during their fight, he'd managed to sneak into the room, sticking to the walls and ceiling to crawl over them and to their brother, who was reaching up to him.

Azul was currently staring at them with a disapproving, narrow gaze as one of his tentacles reached down to curl around their brother. The smallest of them, he fit perfectly in his uncle's hold as he was cradled and brought up to Azul.

Curled up in one of his other tentacles were the remaining two siblings, their brother's fellow triplets. One was another moray, a bright red one with a white stripe going down her spine. The second was also a moray, though he was multicolored, his scales made up of a mosaic of teal, red, and pinks. The two were napping, but reached out to their brother, who was making small chirps and squeaks. They responded in whistles and chirps in kind, wrapping around their brother and resuming their nap.

"Now girls, what did your Ama say about fighting?" Azul scolded, carefully making his way back down with his nephews cradled in his grasp. He managed, quite expertly might he say, to make his way down to the twins.

"Pearl, Coral, please untangle yourselves. And Pearl?" Pearl froze, after managing to untangle herself, being grasped by the scruff of her neck by Azul.

"Yes Tio Zuzu?" Pearl bashfully giggled, her tail curling into itself. "I wasn't being mean, I was just playing."

Azul clicked his tongue, using the tip of his tentacle to pinch Pearl's nose. "By terrorizing your brother? You should know better."

"I told her not to!" Coral swam over to Azul and used her shrimp legs to crawl up his legs and reach up with her hands. Azul adjusted his grip, holding Pearl in his left arm while he picked up Coral with his right.

"Yes, I heard, but you shouldn't be fighting with your sister. If you're anything like your fathers, you'll end up breaking half the room." Azul chuckled at Coral's pout.

After managing to adjust his hold on the twins and the triplets in his tentacles, Azul slowly made his way out of the nusrey.

"Are you just hungry Pearl? You could've asked me to make you something you know."

Pearl smushed her face against Azul's chest, nodding her head with a pout. "Yesh pwease, Zuzu."

Azul chuckled, making his way through the house and into the kitchen. Putting the twins down, he leaned down to Coral to ask, "Little Coral, can you bring me your brothers' basket so I can make us something?"

Coral nodded eagerly swimming away, followed by Pearl. Azul busied himself by pulling out various bowls and stored away fish. In just a few moments, the girls swam back with a large kelp-woved basket in tow.

"Here Zuzu!"

"I helped too Zuzu!"

Azul smiled and patted the girls on the head. "Thank you my dears."

The triplets, still curled around each other, cooed as they were placed in their basket, whining softly before settling. The red moray, pink really from the transparent look on her skin, opened her eyes and began babbling at Azul.

"Zu zu zu zu!" She made grabby hands up to Azul, though her attention soon shifted to her sisters as they peered over the edge of the basket.

"Mananana! Mananana!"

"Hi Poppy! Hello!" Coral cooed at her sister while Pearl wiggled her fingers above the other two.

Pearl giggled as her multicolored brother swipped at her hands. "Did you have good nap Lumiro? Does Moss make a good pillow?"

Lumiro giggled, nuzzling into Moss's side as the smaller shrimp fry yawned and curled into his brother to keep napping.

Azul smiled, busying himself with mashing up the bits of shrimp, crab, and small fish in a bowl, though he left out the shrimp in another bowl. Splitting the food up into smaller shell plates, Azul moved to settle down next to the basket and handed the twins their own bowls.

"Here girls, eat up. Your Ama and Fathers will arrive from the doctor's soon."

Pearl began shoving handfuls of her meal into her mouth, while Coral nodded along and did the same, albeit less messily. Azul moved to feed Poppy and Lumiro with a spoon, though Moss refused the food.

"Hmm, I forgot you only feed on milk. How picky, Pearl please get me Moss's bottle." Azul turned to Pearl, smirking at her messy face covered in food. "And clean up your face, silly girl."

"Yes Zuzu!" Pearl squealed, giggling as she swam up to the cabinet that her Ama kept Moss's food in. She grabbed one of the seaglass bottles and brought it over, holding it away from Azul's grasp.

"Can I feed Moss? I promise I'll be careful!" Pearl asked, pouting her lip. Azul chuckled, gesturing for Pearl to sit on his lap as he picked up Moss with his tentacles.

"Sit down and I'll put him on your lap." Pearl settled, cradled by two of his arms, and squealed as her small red brother was placed on her lap. She pushed the bottle's nipple against his lips, which he moved to suckle as he grasped the sides of the bottle with his hands.

"Ahaha! He doesn't have teeth, that's so weird! Did you have teeth as a baby, Zuzu?"

"I did, I had to eat stuff like you as a baby too. But Moss is more like your sister. And your Ama when they were a human still."

"What was Ama like as a human? Were they super tiny like my baby brother? Was I this tiny?" Pearl asked, smiling as Moss ate from her hand.

Azul hummed, leaning back to rest on his hands while his tentacles held up Pearl and Moss.

"I'm not sure, but human babies are quite a bit bigger that most mer babies. You know, you two were just the size of my palm when you were born."

"What!" Coral gaped, swiming over and crawling up Azul's chest. She picked at the dead skin around his neck and chest, shoving the bits in her mouth. "We're barely bigger than your hand now! How big are human babies?"

"Ha, well they're still small, about the size of a cuttlefish. But they spend more time in their ama's bellies. I think your Ama was probably the same."

Coral oh'ed and ah'ed as Moss finished his bottle, sighing as Pearl took it away. She looked up to Azul for guidance, who moved Moss upright and motioned for Pearl to pat his back.

"Pat his back, to get the air out of his tummy."

Pearl nodded, doing so until Moss burped. While doing so, two of Azul's tentacles were still spoon feeding Poppy and Lumiero. Once their bowl was empty, Azul tucked the two in their basket again.

Moss burped, little air bubbles leaving his mouth. Azul gently removed him from Pearl's grasp, who whined, and placed Moss in between his sleepy siblings. Both of them curled their tails around their brother and reached for him with their hands. The triplets happily settled back for another nap.

The twins settled quitely in Azul's arms, Pearl reaching over to Coral, who took her in her arms. cradled in Azul's arms, Pearl rested her head on Coral's chest as her twin tended to debris in her hair. Azul, quite easily with his 10 limbs, got up and moved over to the living room. Sat on the large shell love seat in the corner, the basket in his lap and twins in his arms, Azul decided to recount tales from his time at NRC.

The twins asked questions about their fathers and ama, how they acted, what they did, though Azul avoided any questions about your...mysterious appearance during their second year.

The twins were so enraptured by Azul's storytelling, that they failed to notice you entering the home.

"You should ask Ama what Tio Zuzu was like in school. He ended up being quite the troublemaker when I met him, right Azul?"

"Ama!" Both Pearl and Coral perked up and wiggled out of Azul's grasp to launch themselves to you with giggles.

"Hi Ama! We missed you Ama!" Coral giggled as you pinched her cheek while Pearl curled herself around your shrimp legs.

"Ama! Where's Papa and Daddy?" Pearl cutely asked, batting her eyelashes at you as she nuzzled your stomach. "Daddy said he'd bring me a mushroom to eat!"

"Over here my darling, I have it right here." Jade swam in after you, followed by Floyd who eagerly picked up Coral and tossed her around the water.

"Heya Little Coral! How's my Baby Shrimpy doin'? Being nice to your Uncle?" Floyd pressed his forehead against Coral's giggling with her as he cooed and awed at his child.

Azul smiled, moving to meet you and the brothers he gestured to the triplets.

"They ate just a bit ago. I'm assuming the check up went well?"

You nodded, eyeing Pearl has she shoved the rather large mushroom Jade brought her in her mouth.

"Pearl, chew it please. Jade, don't encourage her." You sighed, squinting at Jade's nonchalant grin.

"She's fine, she has to learn how to unhinge her jaw eventually. Isn't that right Pearl?"

Pearl nodded and gave a muffled reply, gnawing on the cap.

"What did the doctor say, if you don't mind me asking?" Azul asked, picking up the triplets' basket to bring it over to you. "How are the 'berries' doing?"

You two shared a soft laugh as he gestured at your transparent belly, the four eggs clustered together to look rather similar to a raspberry.

"They are nice and healthy. Though, I'm drawing the line here with babies. The first two were expected. The triplets were a surprise. But quadruplets? Humans just have the one and done. Maybe twins or triplets on the rare occasion. But four? At once?"

You sighed, glaring at Floyd and Jade from the corner of your eye. The twins, holding their own pair of twins, all four giving you a pouty look and big eyes.

"Yeah, no. We're stopping at—ugh god—nine. Floyd and Jade can keep their hands to themselves if they try for any more again."

"But the girls want even more siblings. And I'm sure the triplets will want more baby siblings too!" Jade whined, tilting his head against Pearl's as Floyd did the same with Coral.

Floyd cooed, "Yeah! Tell them girls, tell Ama how much you want more siblings."

The girls began crying out to you, whining about wanting more sisters and brothers.

"Besides, it's not our fault. Morays only have one or two kids." Floyd followed up, a wry smirk on his lips. "Shrimps are the ones with big clutches. We're just being good husbands, right Jade?"

"Oh, completely, Floyd. We'd be awful partners if we didn't fullfil our darling's wishes during mating season. Are we awful partners, my love?"

Both sniffled, mock crying as they allowed the girls to pat at their face for tears.

You turned to look at Azul with a deadpan stare. "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

Azul laughed at your 'misery', allowing you to hug him goodbye as he made his way out.

"I'm aware, I grew up with them. They're your problem now." Azul waved at you from behind, patting the girls with two of his tentacles on their heads. "Goodbye, remember, you owe me for babysitting! Bring Malleus to one of my resturants, his presence alone will give me much publicity!"

"Yes, yes, of course Azul. Bye!" You laughed, waving back as you shifted your attention to your triplets, small as the size of your hand. You cooed at your babies, tracing the back of your finger over their cheeks.

"Aw, sweet things. Aren't they? So much sleepier than the girls were."

Jade joined you, curling his tail around yours as he pressed kiss to your temple. Pearl was watching the triplets with rapt facination as they curled into your arms as you picked them up. Floyd joined your otherside, resting his chin on the top of your head as he hugged you from behind. Coral managed to crawl up his arms to the top of his head, digging through it to pick out debris that tangled through his teal locks with intense focus.

"Are you cleaning Papa?" You asked, smiling at Coral, who practically blended in with Floyd's hair. "How nice of you, make sure you do it really well, your new siblings will need lots of guidance from their big sister."

Pearl gasped, leaning out of Jade's arms to paw at your 'berried' tummy and press her cheek against it. The eggs inside, two pink, one green and the other blue, glowed at her touch.

"Are they all going to be shrimps too? Are they Ama?"

You chuckled, using one of your shrimp legs to pat her head. Though, you also pecked her face clean of mushroom.

"I don't know my love, we will just have to see. Now all of you let me go!" You shooed the four away, swimming towards your bedroom. "Ama needs a nap in their bed with their babies!"

Coral and Pearl gasped, pushing their fathers' hands away to chase after you.

"We're your babies too Ama! We wanna nap with Ama too!"

"Ama! Ama!"

Jade and Floyd followed, watching as the girls settled in your nest with you. The triplets were gently placed on the bed, still curled against each other in a small pile, and rested against your chest as you layed on your side. The twins rested themselves against the nook of your neck, though Coral pushed her way into your hair and rested against your scalp.

After the girls settled, you gestured for Jade and Floyd to follow. Floyd quickly took his favorite spot at your front, wiggling down to face the triplets and wrapped his tail around your own. He used on of his hands to prop his head up, the other resting on your stomach, the eggs glowing at his touch.

Jade followed, taking his spot spooning you and nuzzling in the nook of your neck. He smiled as he felt Coral's hand rubbed his forehead in a soothing pattern, moving his own hand to rest on your stomach as well, next to Floyd.

"Mm, shouldn't you two head off to work? Your father won't be happy if you don't show up again." You sighed sleepily, fighting off a yawn. "Not that I'm complaining. I like this."

"Nah, it's fine." Floyd murumured, drawing shapes into your skin with the tip of his claw, careful not to put pressure. "We mention you and the kids, he gets all sorts of mushy."

"Don't worry love, we just want to spend a bit of time with our darling spouse and children." Jade kissed your shoulder, watching as you started falling asleep.

"Go to sleep. You rest and stay safe, we'll be back before you know it."

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[eydi-andrius]

BIG BULLY

PAIRINGS: GOJO SATORU x READER

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, NON CON, BULLYING, IMPLIED LOSS OF VIRGINITY, DELUSIONAL!GOJO, IMPLIED BULLY!GOJO, --- JUST A DRABBLE

A/N: I wrote this on my phone cuz I need to! Nothing crazy but I hope you enjoy some Gojo! 🥰

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"Don't give me that," he said, annoyed when your body flinched, involuntarily, when he touched your knee.

You pulled yourself backwards and shuddered when you felt the headboard against your back. You need to be as far away from him. Just being this close makes you want to die.

Why are you so stupid?

Tears frozen and sticky on your cheeks, fresh ones joined them as you felt him dripping out of you. You choked on your own hiccups as you felt his seed oozing out of your sensitive flesh due to the sudden shift of your movements. The evident red stain on his white sheets, made your hand pull tighter on the blanket you used to keep your modesty.

You were so naive.

You should have said no. You should have stayed home. Or maybe you should have known better and prepared yourself to just be bullied next time. Who even told you that confronting your bully will solve all of your problems? If it does, bullying will cease to exist. You should have shut your mouth instead of asking him to meet you and convince him to stop tormenting you further.

Now, you regret everything.

Your body is sore and bruised all over. You don't even need to see it in the mirror to check the damage he has done. You can feel it. Especially, down there. He wasn't gentle at all. He was rough and mean; as if wanting to brand you. To make you feel him all over your body. Deep inside you felt his possessiveness to mark you.

He stood up and stretched. Lithe body betraying his rotten personality. He looks satisfied. Calmed, even. His actions lit a fire within you and without thought, your hands pulled the sheets too strongly. The next thing you knew, the force of your pull destroyed the thin piece of cotton, ripping it into two, and causing the white sheet to bunch up on your stomach and involuntarily, showing your still swollen pussy at him. Giving him another free sight of what he did.

A shame to you. An achievement to him.

In panic, you did your best to put it back on. To cover you again. But before you could put the sheet back down, he was unto you, and he held your legs tightly, showing your still sensitive flesh in front of him. Closer. Personal.

He was frowning as he stared at it. He looks annoyed by something he saw down there.

With a surprised gasp, your body went cold when he did the unthinkable.

"Geez! Babe, you're moving too much. See? You made it fall out of you. Do you know how many women want my seed inside of them? They begged, they cried and they threw tantrums but it was only you I have chosen! Be thankful that it was only you, I did it raw." He tsked as he scooped the still warm cum and put it back within you. Your gummy walls squeezed his digits. They were too big and you were still sensitive. But he groaned when he felt you tightened, mistaking the gesture for your approval.

"God. I should have taken you sooner. This pussy is obviously made for me. I was naive and stupid, babe. I'm sorry." He looked down and moved his face closer to you. You froze in fear, but when he finally touched your bruised lips, you did not hesitate the bloody scream you let out. With renewed strength, you tried to push him away. However, this is Gojo. And he had always been too strong.

Your voice echoes throughout the room as he maneuvers his body again to fit into you. He is delusional. And you invited the insane. When he finally placed his tip near your entrance, he did not feel any remorse as he dipped his girth all the way in, deeply, using his previous seed as a lube, to easily move back and forth within you. You felt all of him. His veins and muscles twitching inside with excitement. He groaned with fervor.

That night, he showered you with praise, clung to you like a lover should. Acting as if what he did was the norm. As if you two were together before all of this.

What you did was a mistake and you won't be able to recover from now on. He branded you as his and you know he has you by the neck.

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[mamirhodessxox]

One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

That's all.🙃🙃🙃

Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

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[bunnyksj]

Can you do a free use or mean dom! Yoongi and then it cute to both of y’all being cute and giggly and aftercare and in love with each other :3

Converse High - MYG x Reader

Summary: You wanna spend time with Yoongi, but hes so busy, but even when hes working he always has time to put you in your place (>w<) 

Author’s Note: TYSM FOR UR REQUEST !!!, i hope you liked it lol, i love mean dom yoongi cries, more requests and fics coming (^o^)

TAGS: smutty smut (MDNI), mean!dom!yoongi, lowkey highkey brat tamer yoongi, bratty!reader, slight sir kink i guess, no willy wrapping, creampies, light choking, PWP,   degradation, he marks you up 🗣️,spanking, HES WEARING RINGS GUYS, softy yoongi at the end RAHH, bro acts all tough but he's really not. 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k 

“Cmon, baby..” He whispers huskily in your ear, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I have to open you up for me.”

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If there was one thing you loved more than anything, it was pushing Yoongi over the edge. Flashing an innocent smile whilst you ran your hands over his chest whilst he tried to work. Kneeling between his legs, feeling him up. He thought you knew better by now, but how could you quit when being punished is so much fun! Feeling his hands grip your waist until it left pretty bruises, him ramming into you until you gushed all over the sheets, his leaving red marks all over your ass. How could you not play with him every once in a while? 

“Yoongi!” You called. “I’m so bored…how much longer are you gonna be working for.” 

You pouted, Yoongi had promised to watch your favorite movie with you when he finished working. It's been 2 hours since he said that!! All your snacks are already gone, and your friends are all far too busy to be texting you. What is his issue anyways? Can’t he put his girl first for once? 

“I told you, angel. I’m nearly done, can’t you just be patient?” 

Who was he to tell you to be patient? You’ve literally have already waited 2 fucking hours for him to get his damn ass up and join you for christ sake! Sighing, you walked back to your shared bedroom, when your eyes lit up. It was time to take matters into your own hands. 

Who could blame you really? The light pink, lingerie dress was Yoongi’s favorite. The cute bow on the front and tight material that hung to your curves like a glove, it drove him crazy everytime. It wasn’t your fault you happened to walk by his office, the lingerie hugging your ass perfectly, the thin fabric only slightly covering your backside. You didn't ask him to look at you. Or follow you into the bedroom. 

“What’s wrong Yoongi? I thought you had work to do?” You smirked softly, playing with the end of the dress, batting your lashes innocently. 

He stares down at you, his eyes darkening and roaming over your body. 

“You wanna see what happens to dirty sluts like you?”

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The feeling of his fingers playing with your entrance brings you back to reality. Softly needing and playing with your sensitive flesh, stroking your clit. You whine softly, leaning into his touch. 

“Bend over my lap, sweet angel.” He whispers softly, like he was asking you to dance and not spank you until your ass is raw and red. 

“Yes sir.”

You obeyed, crawling over to his lap, laying down on your chest, your pretty ass in the air for him. Slowly, he peels your panties off, a small smirk forming on his lips. His hand softly caresses your delicate skin, he pulls his hand back, ready to strike. 

“You’re gonna be a good girl and count for me, right princess? Ten slaps, okay?” 

“Mhm…” You said softly, bracing for impact. 

His hands slap against your ass, his rings already leaving marks on your skin. He soothingly rubs the skin, before getting ready for the next slap. 

“O-one..thank you, sir.” 

He brings his hands down again. And again. And again. Marking your soft skin with his hands, leaving red marks all over your pretty ass, his rings only heightening the intensity of his spanking, leaving deep marks on your backside. 

“N-nine…” 

He slaps your ass even harder, the metal rings leaving a lingering sting. “Go on.” 

“N-nine, thank you sir.” 

He smirks softly, his hand raising for the final time, slapping hard against your ass. 

“Ten..” You whimper “Thank you…sir..” 

He rubs your ass soothingly, caressing the tender skin that's been all marked up by his firm hands. 

“Good girl, now lay on the bed angel. Gonna fuck you so good…you’re already dripping and wide open, so ready for me aren’t you?” 

He says, against your ear, his voice low and serious. He gives you a light shove, throwing your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with your entrance. His tip rubs against your sensitive folds, sending shivers up your spine. 

“Yoongi, please…need you so bad sir..” 

“Yeah, my little princess wants to be fucked like a cheap whore? Want me to claim this slutty pussy, fill it up with my thick cum?” 

You nod, whining, rubbing your hips to meet his. He growls raspily, slowly sliding himself inside you, filling you to the brim. His thick cock rubs against your walls, tip hitting your sweet spot so good it already has you seeing stars. 

“Such a fucking slut, dripping from a few spanks huh? You wanna be fucked baby, beg for it, little brat.” 

His hands slide up your chest, reaching your throat, softly gripping. It doesn't choke you fully, but you feel the pressure of his firm hands against your throat, the cool metal  of the rings against your flushed skin causes you to flinch slightly, but you don't dare pull away. He moves his hips more rapidly, slamming into yours, lewd wet sounds filling the room around you. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Such a little brat, always begging to be fucked, huh? You like being a little cumdump?” 

You nod pathetically, your body slamming against his, your breasts bouncing in sync with his thrusts lewdly. Your vision blurring slightly, only just able to make out his slight smirk, looking down on you with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips. 

“You look so damn good, all fucked out, can’t even think huh?” 

You whimper desperately, drooling slightly. “Yoongie~” 

You fuck yourself into him, barely able to form coherent words, just spewing out whines and babbles of his name, crying out in pleasure. He continues to fuck his thick cock into you, filling you so deep. 

“F-fuck..Yoongie…can feel you here…” You say breathless, between moans, your hand brushing over your stomach. 

“Yeah..you feel how deep I am baby? How fucking good it feels to have me claim you? You love it right? Love being my good girl, my sweet little slut.” 

“Y-yes! I love it..wanna be yours Yoongie.” 

“Yeah, pretty slut. Gonna let me fill this cunt up right? Fill you up so well?” 

“Mhm~! Please..cum in me..” You cry, arching up to meet his thrusts. 

“Such a good girl…” He growls deeply in your ear, his cock twitching before filling you to the brim with thick cum. He bites at your neck, leaving pretty marks all over you as he spills his seed inside your tight hole, riding out his high. 

You whine loudy, throwing your arms around Yoongi's shoulders as you cry out his name, digging your nails into his back as you clench around him, cumming all over his cock. Your lips meet his in a messy kiss, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your orgasms. 

Yoongi falls onto the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your marked neck. He inhales, taking in the scent of your perfume and sweat, the scent of your arousal still lingering. He smiles softly, brushing the hair away from your face. 

“You’re so pretty, angel. Love you so much..” He says softly, kissing your cheek gently. 

You giggle, face still flushed, snuggling into his arms, throwing your arms around his neck, feeling his warm embrace comfort and soothe you. “Love you too, Yoongie. But goddamn, there's no way I'm walking tomorrow.” 

He smiles, laughing softly into your neck, his arms resting on your waist, holding you firmly against his chest. “Looks like I’m gonna have to take care of you then, pretty baby, how about we watch that movie you wanted yeah?” His hands move to squish your cheeks softly, placing a kiss on your delicate lips. 

You smirk softly, eyes lighting up. You always knew how to get what you wanted. 

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[sickuma]

ORPHIC (2) — A Simon Riley fic.

❱ This is the last part of HIRAETH ! I don't want to drag it any longer than this. It's so much fun writing this and exploring more words to add to my vocab! Everyone's been nice (except when they give me their therapy bills) I love you guys srsly, You make writing so much more fun <3

I should have gotten this done HOURS ago, but I had to do stuff and just finished working out T-T but hey, writing block isn't killing me rn.

ꜝ？This fic may contain heavy topics such as death, depression and melt-downs, if any of those are not to your liking. Please do so exit the fic. Angst warning!

➴ SYNOPSIS — Ghost mourns of what's lost; reminiscing of the memories, apologizing, begging for you to hear his desperation for your presence as he sat Infront of your tombstone.

QUERENCIA — (n.) A place from which a one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

“Relationships in the military,”

He spoke, pausing to stare at your eyes. Searching for hesitance,

“They tend to be tragic.”

“But we’ll be together, no?”

“look , kid, it's not as easy as it sounds—”

“Do you feel the same way?”

You cut him off, not giving him the chance to speak. Catching ‘the’ simon ghost riley off guard, “Yes.” he breathes out.

“Then I don't see the problem, lieutenant, I love you, you love me. That's what barney said.”

He stares at the void, remembering yet again another memory he kept special in his heart. He wondered if you had not pursued him at that exact moment. Would he still feel the raw pain that plagued his heart now? Would it still hurt all the same?

If you hadn't stubbornly shown him how determined and real your love for him was, would he still be in this position, dreading every day that comes knowing the person he needs the most was taken from him.

throwing his gear onto the side. Making his way back to his quarters without giving anyone a second glance,

Ever since you've been gone, the base has been awfully tense. The rest understood his situation, trying their best to be there for him, all while attending to their own duties. The past few weeks had been the hardest, They could tell Ghost had been on edge.

He’d only speak to them if it's necessary, otherwise he’d be kept to himself. As if the past had repeated itself, there appeared a gap between his friends and him. He was mourning, and he plans to keep mourning,

If that means having you on his mind,

Then he’ll mourn forever.

“Ghost?”

Price’s eyes widened at the sight of Ghost, 

It’s the first month since you've passed away and the rest of the team planned to pay you a visit to show respect and also let you know how missed you are, not just by them, but also by Ghost who seemed to have shut his whole world out.

He saw how Ghost shown a tough facade when he would hear him call for her,

At night, when everyone slept, Ghost cried and wept for you to come back. Begging aimlessly for your return,

Begging endlessly to feel your arms around him again.

Price didn't expect him to be joining them. He hadn't been. The team visited your resting place a couple of times before, he’d invite him but he’ll make up reasons not to go. Price figured he still hasn't accepted that's where your body lays,

The ride to their destination felt almost eerie, the tension leading the hour long drive. Nobody dared to speak, not a single word.

Ghost’s mind resides elsewhere, watching the scenery they drove past. Chest heaving up and down as he struggles to fathom that he’d finally visit you, 

No—he was more occupied with thinking about how it’s only been a month.

It felt longer than that. It felt longer than his training days. He felt more exhausted, more agitated, and more angry. He resents every breathing thing he comes across to,

He knew it sounded cruel, but why do they deserve to live and you don't? You have been the kindest, and yet you were taken first. He couldn't understand,

As a soldier he’d lost multiple comrades, having to face funerals—visit the cemetery, and deal with death itself. Though yours felt unreal,

It felt as if his bones were crushed. He knew how pathetic it seemed, clinging onto someone who's never coming back, but he'd rather cling onto the past if it means having to hold you close to his heart forever, where you belonged.

、 

Everyone got out of the car,

Everyone but him.

Price sighed, not planning to pry. If his breath felt shallow just by being here, he could only imagine what Ghost felt at this moment, considering it was his first time to ever be here.

A few minutes passed, and the three sat quietly at first until soap had cracked a dad joke, lifting the atmosphere just a little bit. They spoke as if you were there, sitting with them, price would constantly glace at Ghost, who sat quietly in the car. He wondered what ran through his mind.

“We should give him his own time to talk to [name].” Price groaned as he stretched when he stood up, the two following closely behind him. “He needs this.”

Ghosts' eyes caught them approaching. He felt his stomach sink. He knew he planned to wait until they finished before he took his turn as he expected himself to break down and shed tears. He didn't want them to see that. And yet he still felt his heart beat faster when they came back,

Price threw him a small smile, a smile of empathy.

As if that's his cue, he jumped out of the car. Taking slow strides towards ‘your’ direction. He never thought he could ever despise a cemetery so much in his life,

The only thing he could think of was the way you laid down there, away from his grasp.

No matter how slow he walks, he soon finds himself in front of ‘you’, oh well—a stone that only proved to him that you're gone. “Have you been waiting?”

He couldn't believe it,

He was talking to a mere stone.

But he’ll take what he can get.

“Wake up.” he stared down with an expressionless face, “enough laziness, [name]. Get up from there.”

“You can have all of the shirts you want from me, you can pluck my eyebrows, do it, you can get a puppy. Anything you want just— just wake up.”

His voice betrayed him the more he spoke, 

The longer he looked at the stone, the way he kept reading the credentials written on it, the more it felt real. Every passing second is just another evidence of your disappearance,

“You always call me mean,”

He swallowed,

“Yet you're the one who left first.” his cold gaze softened, the more he looked at the ground. Under the ground where your body laid.

Where the body of his lover slept eternally.

“How do I find you now? Now that I'm stuck here?”

He recollects his promise, the promise to reunite in your next life. It all pierced through him. He’s a soldier, yet he finds himself worrying about the most ridiculous thing. What if you'd reincarnate before he passed?

What if you leave him behind again,

What if this time you find someone else to love?

What will he be then?

“Remember when you'd go on tangents about how fascinating reincarnation and universes are? I believe you now, okay? So— so wait for me.”

He sat down, quietly enjoying the breeze. He couldn't deny the pain of the piercing ache that developed in his chest. It never really went away. He would simply distract himself.

“I find it hard to sleep again, love.”

“The bed feels colder without you in it. Do i sound cheesy? Do not make fun of me. I want to be honest. Maybe doing that would lessen the overbearing hurt in my chest. It’s just—it’s only been a month since youre gone and im already a fucking mess. I mean, look at me,”

He chuckled,

“I look rough, dont i?” he sighed, “would you still find my eyes pretty even when i tire them out by crying?”

He looked away, observing the serenity of the cemetery. He wondered how many souls wandered around, and if yours were one, and if you stood close to him.

“I feel—just terrible. When I woke up, I thought I'd finally lose it, well I did. I caused price trouble, you'd have scolded me. I really did it this time, pushing everyone away as if you'd come back to tell me off. That's not ever happening, and that's what hurts the most.” 

He spoke slowly, yet he felt out of breath.

“It feels suffocating—you know? To live without you.”

“I don't know why I woke up, I wished I didn't. Maybe then I'd be with you.”

“It’s scary, [name], so scary.” he whispered, the rasp of his voice sounding more evident. “I have no certainty if we’ll see each other again; and I need nothing more than to hold—to feel you again. To hear your voice, to take in your scent. If I have to give everything up for that, I will.”

“Anything just to have you back to me.”

He stared at the words engraved on the tomb,

“but if i have to wait decades or centuries—i will—without hesitance, without a blink, i will. For you, I'll keep being patient.”

“That's how worthy you are [name]. So wait for me please, no matter how long it takes for me to find you again, please wait.”

He spoke lowly, but certainly, no matter where you are, he hoped you'd recognize him, hoping you’d recognize his eyes you loved so much,

“Even if it means i'll have to die again and again, i’ll keep searching for you until we’re back home until i can hear your voice call my name again.”

“Wait for me, [name].”

Hoping you’d recognize your Simon.

、 

Somewhere along the memories,

、 

Somewhere along the universe,

、 

Somewhere along life and death,

、 

Somewhere along—

、 

“Simon.”

“Pardon?” he looked at you, puzzled expression written all over his face. “Whatd you just say?”

“My simon.”

We're home.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod ghost x reader #cod x reader #ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #ghost cod x reader #ghost angst #ghost x you #ghost riley #ghost call of duty #cod imagine #simon riley imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon riley angst #mw2 x reader #ghost imagine #ghost simon riley #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost fluff #call of duty #call of duty ww2

[grandlinedreams]

| i'm sorry lmao i cried writing this

[Heads up!: mention of blood, death, not really a good time]

Dying hurts.

Are you dying? You didn't think it'd hurt so bad. You can't even tell where the worst of it is coming from, only that it radiates from every pore. 

Your footsteps are unsteady, a staggered pace that breaks when you trip over a rock. Without the strength to correct your balance, you topple to the ground.

Something warm seeps from your stomach. It leaks from your mouth too, making your mouth taste of copper. You cough, and red spatters the ground. 

I think I'm dying. Somehow, you roll onto your back, press a hand to your abdomen. Your fingers meet jagged skin and raw muscle beneath, coming back wet with bright red. Not good. 

You stare at the robin's egg blue sky, cloudless ㅡ somewhere around here is the ship you should be on. You need to make it back, they're going to worry if you don't. You can't make them worry like that.

I need to get up. You can't move, blinking slowly. A bird calls to another as it wheels overhead, wings outstretched. You need to get up.

It hurts to breathe now. It burns in your lungs, rattles in your throat. You know how the fish Sanji caught the other day feels now ㅡ wide eyed, gaping soundlessly. 

The others are going to worry. Your eyes close. I'll just rest a second. Then I'll get up.

ㅡ 

"Are you gonna get up or not?"

Your eyelids twitch at the sound of a familiar voice, the chorus of birdsong above, the warmth of the sun on your face. Someone nudges your side with their foot. 

"Come on," the same voice coaxes gently, "get up." 

Your eyes open, locking with a set of familiar brown ones. Too familiar ㅡ especially with the curls of dark hair above, the spatter of freckles below.

"Am I dead?" 

Ace blinks before he grins, head tipping with a laugh that makes your chest squeeze. "No," he answers, extending a hand down to help yank you to your feet. "Not yet, anyways."

Dusting yourself off, it takes a second for Ace's words to click. "Wait. What do you mean yet?" 

Ace eyes you in a way that makes your skin crawl ㅡ somewhere between knowing and hesitant, and all together melancholy. "Come on," he says, "we should talk about this."

Ace, for all the ways he should not be here in front of you, is as solid as you are when you reach for his hand again. Nevermind the fact he'd helped you up ㅡ the warmth of his palm is a welcome comfort, picks at the scabbed over ache you've been nursing for over two years. 

He died. You know that, much as it still rips you apart to think about it ㅡ Portgas D. Ace is very much dead.

So if he's here, what does that make you?

ㅡ 

"You're not dead," Ace says, watching you over the wild tumble of flames that make up the fire he's made. Above, the sky has bled to a milky dusk, the downward creep of the sun making you shiver. "Not yet."

"You said that before," you say, eyeing him with no small amount of confusion. "Then where am I? Why…how are you here?"

There it is again, that sad look. He knows something you don't ㅡ and it bothers you. "Just spit it out, Ace."

"You're not dead," he repeats, "but you are dying." 

You blink. "Very funny," you say, even though there's not a shred of amusement in Ace's eyes or his expression. "If I'm dying, how am I here? Where ㅡ where are we?"

"Think of it as the in-between of life and death," he says. "A rest stop of sorts." 

You stare at the fire, reach your hands out to it and savor the warmth of it. "And you…?"

Ace's eyes gleam in the firelight. "I'm here to guide you," he answers. "You'll need to decide whether you want to stay or go, [Name]."

ㅡ

You aren't a stranger to death. You've seen it before, been the dealer of it ㅡ and had your own close calls.

But never like this. 

"It's a lot to take in," Ace soothes, fingers drifting through your hair like they used to, and you hum. "Trust me, I didn't think we were going to meet again like this."

You tuck your knees tighter to you. You don't need to ask if Ace saw something like this. His death was fast ㅡ and your chest aches as emotion rises, makes you tremble with it. "I missed you," you start, voice wobbling. "I've never stopped missing you."

"I know."

"You left me," you choke, "you and Pops left…everyone left me." 

Ace reaches for you, gathers you into his lap, lets you bury your face into his neck as he presses his own into yours. "I know," he breathes, "I'm so sorry."

You sob. It's loud and with abandon, the way you'd wanted to two years ago but couldn't ㅡ you'd been left to be strong instead of grieve, to pick up the pieces when all you wanted to do was fall apart. 

Ace holds you, rubs your back as you hiccup and choke, take shuddering breaths. He whispers apology after apology into your skin, presses kisses the way he hasn't been able to in two years. 

You cling to him like a lifeline, desperate fingers curling against his back. "I don't want to go," you mumble, and he doesn't have to ask what you mean.

He kisses your cheek, tries not to think of the other things he knows ㅡ the desperate hands trying to keep you tethered to the land of the living, pleading with you to stay. Begging, because you're part of another family now, and they need you. 

He holds you to him, clings the way you do to him as he closes his eyes. "I know," he says, "I don't want you to either." 

ㅡ 

Ace can't let himself be selfish. He's aware of that, that he can't demand that you stay or go, that it has to be your decision. He's only here to guide you, be a comfort for as long as you need him. 

But it's hard to keep that in mind when it feels like this is just as it should be ㅡ you and him, as if nothing has changed. As if he hasn't been dead for two years, and you aren't about to join him.

He should tell you to fight. Tell you that there are people who still need you there, that somebody needs to look after Luffy. His crewmates are there, of course, but you're his last connection to Ace. 

He's heard you every now and then when he's been allowed to peek in, the stories you tell Luffy when things are quieter, when you can tell Ace's absence is weighing on him. 

He should tell you that knowing his brother as he does, you've become a sibling to him ㅡ and now you're setting him up for loss all over again. And it's not fair.

But you need to make a decision. Tip the scales one way or the other instead of teetering in the middle. 

"How long has it been in…" You hesitate. "You know."

Here ㅡ limbo, as Ace called it ㅡ you get the feeling time creeps by slower. You've only been here a day, but what about where your actual body is?

Ace seats himself next to you, watching as you kick your legs over the edge of the outcropping, the trickle of pebbles that tumbles down. "A couple of days." 

"Mm." You flop backwards, arms eagle spread as you stare up at the sky. "What happens if I decide to live?"

Ace copies you, finds your hand to intertwine your fingers. "Then you disappear from here. You go back." They need you.

"And if I die? What happens?" Your head turns, eyes locking with Ace's.

His fingers curl around yours. "Then you stay here with me." He pauses. "Well, not here, but…yeah. You come with me." I need you. 

You sigh. You should want to live. You should want to fight tooth and nail to get back where you should belong.

But you're so tired. And you've missed Ace ㅡ missed him every day since you lost him. You watch another bird circle overhead, the spread of sleek feathers. 

"I think I know what I want," you say softly. It makes your stomach twist, your chest ache ㅡ but you're making the right decision, you think. You hope. Your fingers curl around Ace's. "I want to stay." 

A lifetime ago, you told Ace he looks prettiest when he smiles. And he's smiling now, even if it's ultimately a little sad, because he knows what you mean by that. 

He sits up and pulls you with him, lets you climb into his lap before he locks his arms around you. You lean back, and he kisses your cheek. "I don't want to be alone," you mumble, and Ace tightens his grip on you.

"You won't be. I promise."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #ace x reader

[sprout-fics]

nasty thot—since he’s always smoking, price has a bit of an oral fixation, and loves to kiss, bite, suck on your fingers, and most critically, give head ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Really gotta write more for Price tbh

“You kiss your mum with that mouth?”

You look up from where you lay, head tossed against the pillows, one had tangled in the captain’s short chopped hair. He rises from the apex of your thighs, and you can’t contain a smirk of satisfaction at seeing the wetness of your folds against his beard. His hands knead at the meet of your thighs as he spreads you open for him, revealing your glistening entrance and drinking.

Now Price’s eyes gleam at you, questioning, attempting to be serious and appearing playful in his inquiry, offered after you had cursed at the bright ,searing pleasure coloring behind your closed gaze at his attentions. 

“I kiss you with it.” You correct him breathlessly, hand slackening a touch where it grasps at him. “When you don’t smell like cigars.”

He hums, low and pleased, and somehow spreads you wider as he descends once more. You never considered yourself particularly flexible, but the way you yield to Price’s touch has you constantly question your own abilities. You meld to him like you were made for him, spread open and invite him inwards, purring a low, silky solicitation that has you pressed under him, above him, below him, any way he’ll have you. 

You take it willingly, knowing there is no wrong way to take Price. He admires you like a fine weapon, knows the triggers to pull, the wires to thread so you’ll go taut against him in wordless cries, begging for release over and over again until he’s emptied you completely. 

There will be days when he’ll press you into the mattress, will pin your hands above your head and wring you dry until you beg for mercy. It’s a stern lesson in endurance, one you sometimes ask for when the world itches too raw against your skin and you need release. There will be days where he draws you out of yourself, where his next move is unknown to all but himself. Cautious, knowing, clairvoyant into your own desire. Those will be the days where he waits, aits, and you beg, shamelessly offering yourself to him.

Then there’s days like this, where Price will tumble you into bed and give and give and give, will coax gentle orgasms from you as you moan appreciatively, muscles sore and pliant for him, unfurling under his touch. These will be the days where his lips find every part of you, bite and kiss the exposed skin you offer him until he pulls you against him, rests you in his lap and asks for little in return. You liked these days the best, like curling up on his bare chest, slinging a leg around him and rambling in sleepy murmurs as he listens, strokes the bare expanse of your shoulder.

It’s rare between you these days, either of you on mission at any given time, and when you find each other there’s still violence in your blood that needs release, that ends with him growling down at you as he presses his hips flush against yours with bruising intensity. This, however, is softer, more amicable, dizzying in it’s own sense but so very right.

Price’s beard grazes against the inside of your thighs and he hums against your clit enough for you to groan, cant your hips up to him in a wordless entreaty. Instead his hand splays flat across your stomach, presses down until you meet the bed once again. It’s a reminder, a gentle one, but a reminder nonetheless. He may be giving, may be showering you with his attention, but your pleasure remains on his terms, and his alone. 

You defer to his authority, tilt your head down at him with a smile and stroke his forehead. It makes him rise once more, arch thick eyebrows at you in question. You shake your head, giving little explanation. Yet whatever you mean to say is caught by the intensity of his stare anyways. There’s a slyness to his expression as he suddenly straightens, grips you and drags you up. 

“Come here.” He drawls, voice grazing low in his chest. You gasp, scrambling for purchase and finding none. Instead you’re braced on the planes of your shoulders, thighs hooked around his shoulders as you dangle there. 

He can lock eyes with you like this, and his refuses to break his stare even as he lowers his mouth to your clit and sucks.

Warmth colors across your face, and you’re tempted to throw an arm across your expression to hide. You know he’ll peel it away anyways, will force you to look him in the eyes as he devours you, sends you careening off the edge and into him once more. He wants to see it all, wants to witness your ruin and climax and everything in between, wants to growl filthy praises down at you until he sees you dissolve into fragments.

It’s on days like this that it’s less about you and more about him.

#captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price #john price x reader #thursday night thots

[theres-a-body-here]

Killers with Pearl!Reader

You cried, begged, and pleaded for anyone who take a chance on you. You dreamed of becoming a star. The Entity gladly reached out her claw, promising you the role of all eternity. You gratefully accepted. You thanked your "supporters" and blew kisses into the air as you walked into the cold, empty fog.

The stage was finally yours

The Ghostface

Danny wasn't amused

He was put on babysitting duty by the Entity; show you the ropes, make sure the others don't bully you, etc.

He had his work cut out for him

You were quite the mess

Neurotic, bratty, and downright vicious when things didn't go your way

This translated into your trials going pretty bad

Gen rushing and whole team escapes

Danny could work with this

He would turn you into the best killer around

(second to him, of course)

Even if it took forever

And in the Entity's realm, there was no rush

You found yourself in the realm alongside Ghostface, within the eerie recreation of your family's farm, sculpted by the Entity. As you practiced your axe swings, he leaned against a decaying fence, arms folded. He let out an exasperated sigh and halted your motions, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Hey, hold up," he remarked, his masked face giving away little emotion. "You're not getting that technique right. You're swinging way too wildly. You gotta be precise or the survivors are gonna have an easy time spinning you."

Your brows furrowed, a mixture of annoyance and defiance brewing within you. "Oh, really? And who made you the expert on my style?"

He shrugged casually. "Just trying to help. No need to get all bristly."

A surge of frustration rose within you. You clutched your axe handle tighter, your knuckles whitening. "I don't need your help. I'm destined for greatness. I'm meant to be a star."

Danny's expression remained inscrutable behind his mask, but his tone turned more serious. "Being a star means learning and improving. Even stars have to take criticism."

Your grip on the axe tightened even more, your fingers trembling slightly. The words hit a nerve, a raw vulnerability you rarely let show. "I can handle the criticism just fine. But not from you, and not when I'm on the cusp of something big."

Danny lets out another sigh, which carried annoyance. "Fine, have it your way. Just remember, the Entity doesn't care about your style points. It wants results."

You stared at him, a battle of wills and egos in the air. The urge to swing your axe in frustration warred with the nagging truth in his words.

"You just can't stand the idea of someone else shining brighter, can you?" you retorted, your words dripping with bitterness. "But guess what? I'm going to be a star, and then I'll be her favorite, not you."

The Twins

Charlotte warmed up to you pretty quick, even if she didn't know what the hell an actor was

Victor was happy his sister was happy, so he liked you too

You both hung out at your farm

The twins felt a little bit in their element

Nice open space with animals. Nature surrounding them

Victor liked the chickens

Charlotte liked the lightbulbs

You liked having an audience

You gladly put on plays and theatric reenactments of poetry for them

Mostly performed at the killer camp

You're absolutely terrible

Having been hiding for most of their lives, The Deshayes siblings had no frame of reference

You were amazing in their eyes

You spun and kicked your feet as you sang for the twins. Your dancing was stiff and your singing was worse. Out of breath and voice cracks littered throughout the number. The twins were in awe. Victor swayed and gargled out some semblance of the melody he was hearing as Charlotte was clapping to the beat.

The Nightmare chuckled at your awkward attempt at show tunes. He had always enjoyed mocking others. And as he saw your "dancing", he couldn't resist mocking the new fish.

"Looks like we've got a new clown in town," he snickered, gesturing towards you as he glanced at Kenneth, who in turn gave Freddy a nasty glare.

But his laughter quickly came to a halt when he caught sight of Charlotte giving him the death stare, her hands tightly gripping her sickle. Victor didn't seem to notice as he was still glued to your performance.

Julie swiftly elbowed Freddy in the gut and snapped at him "Shut the fuck up before you get gutted asshole"

The Cannibal

Instant connection between the two of you

Both of you being raised at Farms all your lives

The Entity never recreated Bubba's farm

So you let him move into yours

You wanted more fans

Bubba squealed with joy when you told him of your offer

He wasted no time getting his things

He spent so long hugging every animal he could catch

He misses his family

Please comfort him

You also act for him

He claps and squeals happily

He'll join you if you talk him into it

You could hardly contain their excitement as they twirled and pirouetted around Bubba.

"C'mon Bubba, you gotta try it! It's so much fun," You insisted with a wide grin.

Bubba cocked his head to one side, making an animalistic noise that loosely resembled a question.

"Yes, I mean dancing and singing with me," You explained patiently. "I promise we'll have a good time."

Bubba considered the proposition for a moment before nodding his head vigorously - clearly excited at the prospect of sharing something new with his friend.

And so You began to sing – your voice cracking horribly as you struggled to find the right notes. Bubba followed along by making strange grunting noises, attempting to mimic what he heard from your mouth.

As terrible as the duet was, there was something almost freeing about it. For just a few moments, you felt like Anita Stewart.

You both continued flailing around and shouting lyrics until both of you collapsed onto the ground in exhausted laughter - bounding over each other like children who had just finished playing tag.

The Legion

Being one of the younger killers, it was only a matter of time before The Legion sought you out

Susie really wanted to meet you after being in a Trial in your realm

"They have a farm, Frank! I really wanna pet a cow. Please Please Please"

Frank couldn't say no to her

They arrive to your realm and walk in on you slow dancing with a scarecrow

Talk about awkward

You quickly drop Howard to greet your guests

"Oh Hello! I didn't think anyone would drop by"

You giggle as you sway in your red dress like you weren't caught doing something unhinged

It's clear you don't see the issue with it

Despite the rocky start, the Legion warms up to you

And then Frank discovered Theda

"IS THAT A FUCKING GATOR?!?!?!?!"

Frank was stunned as he pointed at Theda sunbathing at the lake's bank

Your family farm instantly became the second Legion hideout

You sat among the legion teens near the bank of your realm's farm, throwing bits of food into the lake for Theda. The alligator was a rare source of entertainment and joy in the realm, and they had come to enjoy these peaceful moments by the water.

Frank leaned forward eagerly, watching as Theda slowly approached their makeshift buffet.

"Come on girl, do a death-roll for us!" he shouted excitedly. He turned back to you with an expectant tone. "You think she'll do it?"

"Well, I don't know," replied you nonchalantly. "She doesn't usually go for those kinds of tricks."

But just as you spoke, Theda suddenly lunged out of the water and snatched up a piece of meat in her powerful jaws. With surprising agility for such a massive creature, she spun around in one swift motion - performing a full death-roll that left Frank cheering triumphantly.

"You fucking saw that?! Holy shit, that was awesome!" he exclaimed.

Susie giggled at Frank's excitement while Julie rolled her eyes behind her mask. Joey was simply lying on the grass with his arms behind his head as he watched the clouds.

The group continued to throw bits of snacks into the water amidst laughter and chatter while keeping an eye on Theda's movements.

Masterlist here

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #pearl!reader #killer!reader #killers x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #the twins #The twins x reader #the cannibal #cannibal x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #the legion #the legion x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Masochist Yan bully with a sadistic student council reader

Tw: smoking, cigarette burns, masochism, slightly suggestive themes

-

Erin watches the cafeteria door as he wastes for you to come outside. He was standing behind a building in the recreational area of the school, tucked away from human eye less they rounded the corner. He flicks on his lighter as you finally make your way outside for your routinely inspect of the school grounds.

He puts the cigarette to his lips. The other week, you caught another school smoking in this same spot and gave them an earful. You forced everyone to leave, but there were rumors you made them smoke the entire rest of the pack after-school. Erin still got tingles when he remembered how the student cries from your verbal assault.

Erin lights the cigarette, taking in a puff as the nicotine burns. He gags. It's not his first time, but in his excitement he ended up inhaling more than intended. He stands close to the end of the corner; tossing his pack onto the ground as your footsteps approach.

He steps out and picks from up, cancer stick hanging from his teeth as he waves. "Hey, Y/n. What's up?"

Your expression is neutral. "What are you doing, Mr. Hart?"

"Nothin." He takes the cigarette from his mouth and blows into the air. "Just enjoying my break like everyone else."

Without another word you walk over. You grab him by the wrist, pulling him around the corner as you then shove him against the wall.

"Give it to me."

Erin's face heats up. He feels your breath against his face. He shakily hands you the cigarette.

You grimace. "How disgusting. Tainting our school grounds with this stench. It's fitting for someone like you, but that doesn't mean you can do it."

His heart beat excellerates. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Well I let the last pest off with a warning, but I'll make an example out of you. You're tougher to crack than them anyways." You step back. "Kneel."

Erin's not as tough of an egg as you think as he immediately falls to his kneels. He was a little over a foot taller than you standing, now at stomach level. It was a good imbalance. One he'd like to see more often. He gets as close as possible, chest pressed against your leg. You stare down at him; him returning the look with one that reminded you of a dog in heat.

"Stick out your tongue."

Erin again does as told. That smart ass confidence of his had been withered down to an obedient pet. You had yet to fully tame that spirit of his - but you would. You yank him forward by the jaw; flicking some of the cigarette's ash onto his tongue. He trembles in anticipation. You finally press it into the flesh of the muscle; keeping an iron grip on his jaw.

"Gah.. Hah..." Erin moans in pain as the bud chars his tongue. He grabs your thighs, nailing hooking onto the fabric of your pants. It fucking hurt. He could feel the tastebuds in that area melting away, but he wanted more. So much more. The pain was as enriching as the sweet embrace of a lover. It believed with his sick obsession for you that left him in a puddle of pure ecstasy.

Saliva pours over his lips and onto your fingers. He tries so hard not to bite down; jaws clenching, but unable to close around the cigarette. It eventually goes out from the combine weight of his saliva and being forced into a surface. You twist the extinguished bud for added measure before flicking it onto his lap.

You force his head back; another moan erupted from his throat as you yank his hair. Your fingers enter his mouth as you except the extent of the damage. A circle red is burnt into his tongue; the flesh raw. He nearly finishes on the spot as you tug on it. Deeming he's learned his lesson, you let him go.

"I think that's enough punishment for today. Don't do it again or..." Your voice trails off. As you spoke your eyes wandered his body; falling on an unflattering sight between his legs. "Are you- Did you get-"

Erin doesn't respond. Too caught up in the pleasure running through his body to speak. You nearly retch.

"How repulsive... Clean yourself up and go home for the day."

You walk away as the alarm rings for the next period. Erin slumps against the wall as he shoves his fingers in his mouth, trying to reach that same high he felt when yours were in their place. It's not enough to settle his heart back into his chest, but enough to finish what needed to be done.

#this is nasty #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere #Yandere bully #Yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere oc imagine #yandere drabble #yandere blurb #suggestive

[indouloureux]

thinking about an overstimulated and fucked out eddie :((( poor baby’s got his back against the headboard and his wrists handcuffed above his head. he’s naked, pale skin flushed pink and glistening with sweat under the waning sunlight that’s creeping through the window blinds. “baby,” he pants, inky curls clinging to the corner of his lips as he pleads with desperation. “please – can’t take any more.” and it’s true: he's spent. you’ve already made him cum three times back-to-back and now his cock is begging for a break as it lies limp against his torso, red and weeping with cum.

"aw, honey," you coo, straddling his thighs. "it's okay," you promise, brushing away the stray hairs glued to his mouth and tucking them gently behind his ear. you take his face into your hands and stare deep into his eyes. "mama's done playing with your cock for now," you say, fighting back a wicked grin at the sight of his eyes becoming darker by the second. "i'm gonna try something else," you tease, and without another word, you kiss down his jaw, the expanse of his neck where you nibble gently at the skin. you take your time as you work your way lower, lightly pulling his nipple between your teeth and licking playfully around his belly button. eddie's not so sure of your intentions, however, and he can't help but shoot his head back and groan. "please," he begs again. "told you i can't take anymore."

"shhh, baby," you continue. you gaze right into his eyes as you plant a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock. "i told you, i'm done playing with your cock." but then he sees it -- that glint of mischief in your eyes as a smirk quirks the corner of your lips and you raise his legs so that his feet are flat against the bed and his knees are in the air beside you.

without another word, you drag your tongue across his sac, laying kitten licks all across the skin. "mercy," eddie whines, squeezing his eyes shut yet raising his hips to give you more access. but then you practically bury yourself between his legs, nose under his balls, and let your tongue slide against his taint.

"fuck," eddie cries out, hips bucking. "mama," he chokes.

but you just hum with pleasure and let your tongue take in his taste and scent, the musk and sweat filling your senses. you can feel his whole body twitch with each flick of your tongue over his warm, tight hole. and as expected, his cock starts to grow harder and heavier, the poor thing still ruddy from all the work you've made it do.

sigh. okay, whore 😪

18+ mdni. cw: mommy (mama) kink, sub!eddie, overstimulation, ball play, oral (m receiving)

eddie's wrists feel raw already. it's been scraping against his handcuffs for the past hour, but the pain numbs out and all he can think about is your mouth all over him.

his alabaster skin painted with purple-yellow bruises, almost like a heart as they're scattered all over his neck and chest — one over his spider tat, one on top of his happy trail, and most of them on his neck and jawline that he doesn't even care about; he'd wear that shit proudly.

legs spread and body limp, he's practically sitting against the headboard just so he could look at you — you and your mischievous smile, your swollen lips and your bare ass wiggling in the air, your tongue flat on the vein of his cock as you drag it from his base right at his gummy tip.

"mama, please," he throws his head back. "please please please, i'm done. i can't-" he hisses when you place a featherlight kiss on his slit. "-can't take it anymore baby, please."

"i know, i know," you coo, resting a hand on his thigh. eddie doesn't mean to jolt, he was just too surprised. everything in his body felt nothing, and for the past hour all he could feel was just the heat that scattered over his dick. "mama's done with your pretty dick now, eds. jus'- just gonna do something else, 'kay?"

fuck, with those intoxicating, crystallized eyes that look up at him like he's the devil himself, how could he say no?

you're kissing your way down in hopes of mending the sensitivity you caused on his poor cock, watching as his face struggles to decide between pleasure and pain, but his moan's amalgamated with both as you hover down.

eddie sees your mouth hovering over his sack and before you know it, his dick plops down to his happy trail, and you're taking one of his balls into your mouth and sucking.

he mewls, sobs even, tears brimming the edge of his eyes and his limp wrist flinches up when his hands form into fists. eddie wants to grasp your hair badly, his own mane sticking into his sweaty skin, itching the nape of his neck but he's thinking about your mouth and your lips and how wet you probably are. he can fucking smell it.

your saliva lathers across the loose, sticky skin of his balls as you alternate between them, moaning with him. his cum seeps down your nose, some of it across your forehead; his whole body burns with delight, his toes curling, and that masochistic pursuit singes itself in his brain. he no longer cares about how spent his cock feels.

"so good, baby," you hum against him, pulling and sucking at his sack, fighting the urge to pump his still throbbing and hard dick once more. "doing so good for me, yeah? tell me how good you are, honey, c'mon,"

eddie's breath hitches, his head hitting the headboard. he feels himself tiptoeing the dam of his orgasm again, his foot levitating in the air. "'m a good boy. such a good boy for mama. fuck, baby, your mouth feels amazing. just- jus fuckin' use me like that—shit,"

you're shaking your head to fit both of him into your mouth an he does. your own eyes rolling to the back of your head, one hand of yours slipping down between the mattress to touch yourself slowly, focusing more on your hedonistic expedition to make your boyfriend feel good.

"i'm gonna cum," he warns you. "fuck, mama, gonna cum. please,"

"okay, baby," you move away from his sack, though letting your vacant hand fondle with it salaciously. "cum for me," you whisper, bending down and lifting his cock when your mouth suctions around his tip.

he spills into your hot mouth not a second later, his salty spent swimming down your throat and some frothed across the thick muscle of your tongue as you drag it across his angry mushroom head.

you pull away with a pop, swallowing all his cum which makes him moan out loud, his cock now softening.

"your turn, please?" he begs. "want you to sit on my face, mama. come on, wanna be a good boy and make you feel good. want you to squirt all over my face."

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[lost-in-lamentation]

passing storms.

a/n: new layout + new post? crazy. but august is wrapping up which means i finally have some free time and energy to write (´ω｀)

content: beel has a very scary nightmare and it's you to the rescue.

warnings: mentions of characters being dead in nightmare, but no one is harmed. lucifer and mammon make brief appearances.

fluff. comfort. beel × gen!reader (you/your).

"MC, if i may, i need to request something from you this morning."

you shifted in your seat, finding lucifer in the doorway to the dining hall. "as if you would let me say no," you sighed, rubbing an eye before standing up to face him properly. "what is it now?"

lucifer stared at the ground uncharacteristically. "it is not an errand this time. it's…" the way his voice trailed off had you raising an eyebrow.

"really, lucifer. i've got plenty on my plate with RAD, either say it or spare me the trouble." usually, you feared being so curt with lucifer himself, but the exhaustion of your assignments and the fact that you were a demon brother wrangler was catching up to you. a stark bitterness clung to the edge of your voice. "if you won't say, then-"

"i need you to stay home with beel today." the eldest cut you off, concern evident in the way his eyes dimmed. "i'm sure mammon has informed you of how all of us are subject to nightmares," lucifer began, his words quieting the more he spoke. "beel is no different, and if anything, suffers the worst." you waited as he made his way to the window, gloved hand reaching up to place a palm on the glass. "mammon and belphie could not help him today, but they both believe you could." lucifer dropped his gaze to the floor. "please."

rare were the occasions that lucifer said the word so genuinely, so raw. you bit your lip, guilt creeping into the crevices of your mind at how crudely you had spoken to lucifer just seconds ago. "okay, i'll go." the raven haired demon said nothing more, only shooting you a glance over his shoulder; a silent thank you that you knew would be harder for him to say aloud.

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you headed down to the twins room, muffled cries and soft words of encouragement echoing through the hallways. the sound alone made your heart ache, and you couldn't stop yourself from practically sprinting down. when you got there, you knocked twice quietly, before turning the knob and allowing yourself in with a click. you were surprised to see mammon sitting next to beelzebub, and even more surprised when belphegor wasn't in the room. the second born just barely turned his head to acknowledge you, his focus remaining on his younger brother. beside him, beel shuddered with each passing second, head buried in his knees and arms wrapped tightly around himself.

beel, ever the tall and steadfast demon, was small, shaking; afraid. you shut the door behind you a bit louder, trying to announce your presence to the second youngest. when the door shut, beel snapped his head up, wide-eyed and trembling, and at the sight of you, his eyes filled with more tears. you ran over immediately, slotting yourself next to beel's legs and just in front of mammon. with a heavy sob, beel grabbed at your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace and squeezing you harder than you thought possible. you held back a wince, hands reaching to card through his hair and rub the small of his back. you took a moment to nod at mammon, who made his way out after giving his brother one more tight hug.

as the door opened and closed for the third time, you exhaled softly, tapping gently on beel's shoulders. "you're alright, i'm here. i'm not going anywhere." his tears began to seep through your clothing, his hold on you loosening just barely after hearing you speak. from the way he shook, you were worried that he wasn't breathing. "beel, breathe with me, okay?" you started slow, inhaling for 4 counts, and then exhaling for another 4. you kept the pattern, waiting until beelzebub could finally match you. even after he was following you, you continued the cycle, taking the chance to unwrap his arms from you. beel allowed you to move his hands away from you, but refused to lift his face when you tried to look at him. "oh, beel," you whispered, using one hand to play with his and another to hold to his waist. underneath your touch, beel eventually stopped trembling, his hands becoming more responsive to yours. after a few minutes of steady breathing, beel finally lifted his head from your shoulder, tears still streaming.

"i thought… you all died." his voice was barely above a whimper. "you, and belphie, and everyone… you were dead." his breaths began heaving again as the images replayed in his head.

quickly, you pulled him towards you, rubbing gently on his chest. "we're all okay. i promise. mammon was just here, remember?" you nuzzled his temple with your nose, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as you did. "come on, lie down. lucifer said you don't have to go to RAD today." beel was reluctant, fear obvious through the way he didn't allow you to pull him down. you tried again, this time lying down first. "lie down with me," you urged, placing your hand on the back of his neck and guiding him to rest on your shoulder. beel finally relented, too exhausted to fight back.

his heart pounded behind the confines of his ribcage, clear as day even through the layers of clothing that separated you from him. but in the storm of fright and confusion that raged in beel's heart, he found you directly in the eye of the hurricane. the way your fingers danced lightly along his back brought him back to the reality where his family is full; is alive. soon enough, you felt the demon relax into your embrace, his head becoming heavier on your shoulder as his body tried to regain the hours of sleep he had lost last night. beel continued to resist, eyes snapping wide open each time they dared fall closed. you moved your hands to the base of his neck, playing around with his hair gently.

"you can go to sleep beel. it's okay."

tears spilled out of beel's eyes once more, his gaze watery and unsure when he tilted his head up to look at you. "do you promise?"

you smiled at him, a hand threading through his hair. "i promise. i'll be right here when you wake up."

beel only nodded in response, exhaling shakily as his eyes finally felt shut. his arms tightened around your waist, holding you as though you would disappear if he let go for a second.

"we'll all be here," you reassured him, sneaking a kiss to the crown of his head just before he allowed himself to finally rest.

a/n: idk man it's 3am. also it's not a fic written by me if it doesn't have 1 older brother doin something so brotherly :) I LOVE BIG BROS!!

and yes, requests are being worked on, i promise. i just finished a wedding where i had to make the cake, and had to play the piano as the bride walked down the aisle. needless to say, it's been a bit of a wild ride for me this month-

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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[navybrat817]

A Debt to Pay

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky isn't a man to be crossed. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, swearing, violence, mentions of trafficking and dark themes, mob!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Expanding the world of A Price to Pay and I can't wait to share more. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @dreamlessinparis, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @maysdigitalarts and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

You didn't know who Bucky Barnes was when he came into your life, but you recognized a lethal man when you saw one. Dangerous, enticing, confident. The jawline for days and soft brown hair added to his allure. You smiled when he walked toward you, earning you a wicked smirk in return when you didn't flinch under his stare. You weren't a wilting flower.

Even if his piercing gaze was the most intimidating you had ever seen. 

You were still entranced by his blue eyes as his large, powerful frame invaded your space. You hadn’t even noticed his left hand was metal until he wrapped it around your wrist. It had been a test to see how you'd react to his touch. 

You took a step closer. 

You passed. 

"You shouldn't be here."

Those weren't the words you expected, the deep timbre of his voice rolling along your skin over the music. Your friend managed to get your name on the VIP list for the new club in town, but maybe you weren't welcome. You weren't, however, about to let this man throw you out. His suit was too sharp for a bouncer. 

It didn't matter what job he had. You wanted him. When you wanted something, or someone, you stood your ground. And you wanted nothing more than to chase away the shadows in his eyes and replace them with fire. 

"And where should I be? Your bed?”

Fingertips brushed against your throat before his thumb caressed your lips. A flicker of a flame ignited in his eyes when you sucked the digit into your mouth, watching the fire grow as you swirled your tongue around it. His grip tightened a fraction on your wrist. Could he feel how fast your heart was beating?

"Why don't we start with my lap, doll?"

Bucky didn't wait until you were back at his place to fuck you, pulling you into the lush office so you wouldn't be disturbed. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, your cries resonated in the room as you rode him. It wasn't the thrill of fucking a stranger that had you so aroused. It was him. 

You were addicted from the start.

"Fuck, that's it. Take me. Keep my cock nice and wet."

His release trickled down your thighs when he took you to his car minutes later and you prayed he'd fuck you again soon. Two men who looked almost as intimidating as Bucky stood beside it, not sparing you a glance as the door opened. It wasn't smart to leave with him, but curiosity got the better of you. 

"Who are you?"

"You really wanna know?"

Bucky told you he co-owned the club with his best friend, Steve Rogers, but didn't tell you the rest right away. You didn't hold that against him. He had to make sure you wouldn't be another fling, after all. Or a honey pot. 

Trust is gained and loyalty is returned. 

Many late nights and early mornings helped bring you closer together. You opened up to him, often falling asleep in his arms after deep conversations. It was something you hadn't done since your ex-boyfriend, Nick. You learned a lot about him, too. His dreams, hopes, even his fears. 

He fell in love.

So did you. 

"You're my world, doll."

You're my everything. 

Love wasn't the problem. He was romantic, but didn't take you out often. When he did, it was completely private. No prying eyes. You hadn't met most of his friends nor any of his family. You wondered if he was ashamed of you. 

You did let him fuck you raw the night you met. 

For a brief time, you wondered if you were his dirty, little secret. But if you knew anything about Bucky, it was that he was loyal. He would never cheat on you. 

You asked him one evening if he saw a future with you. If he did, something had to give. If he didn't, you could walk away. You wouldn't feel whole again if you left, but you'd do your best to be strong. The stricken look he gave you when you mentioned leaving broke your heart. 

"I'm one of the most dangerous men in the city."

The man you fell in love with came from one of the most powerful mob families not just in the city, but in the world. The club was one of the many businesses he had his hands in, some that stretched as far away as Russia. He earned a reputation and respect, along with money and power. 

With all of that came enemies.

It was one of the reasons why he tried to protect you in the beginning of your relationship. Desperation often led to people getting hurt or worse. If anything happened to you, he’d set the world on fire. Instead of running away when you learned who he was and what he did, which is what he expected, you stood by him. 

"You're still a good man. I still love you."

Always. 

Bucky kept you tied to the bed that night, leaving you dizzy with pleasure until you were nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. The sheets were ruined, soaked with your juices and sweat as you lost count of how many orgasms he gave you. He admitted as he cleaned you up that he never would’ve let you go if you walked away. Fucked out and exhausted, you smiled. 

“You’re stuck with me, James.” 

He knew you meant business when you used his first name.

Unlike some of the spouses and lovers Bucky’s associates had, you requested to know at least the minimum ins and outs of his true business. He didn’t like that at first. Knowing too much was another way you could get hurt. He told you that as you argued, tying you to the bed again once he dragged you there.

“EVERYTHING I do is to protect you, doll. It’s too fucking dangerous for you to get involved!”

“How do you think I feel when you go out there every day? Let me help you!”

He tried to distract you with his cock, his pace brutal and deep enough to make you choke on your breath. It almost worked. Trembling with each thrust, you accepted his frenzy, but grew more determined to stay by his side in every aspect. It was an argument he wouldn't win. 

"You're not backing down, are you?"

"No, but you'll keep me safe, Bucky. We'll keep each other safe."

"Then be my queen."

The wedding ceremony was small and intimate, which is what you both wanted. You fell in love even more when he said "I do", proud to take his last name. Steve swore he never saw him look so happy and warned you to never break his heart. 

"You don't trust me, Steve?"

"I trust you. I also know he'd destroy the city if you ever hurt him. Or if he lets you get hurt."

Your home was well protected and bodyguards Bucky selected were willing to lay down their lives for you. To appease him, you didn't involve yourself in all of his dealings. There had to be some separation of business and pleasure. Anything that potentially hurt your husband though, you expected to be alerted. 

Which was why you were at the meeting tonight.

You were the only woman in the room, your guards keeping an eye on the men at the table. They may have been Bucky's associates, but their job was to protect you above all else. You half expected to see Steve's new girl, only because he didn't want her out of his sight. Knowing him, he wanted to shield her from this part of his world. The girl already went through enough with her asshole ex.

She has a good man now, like I do. 

"Wasn't expecting to see you tonight," Lance Tucker said, making a show of biting his lip as you brought a drink over to Bucky at the head of the table. 

Your husband never liked the ex-athlete. Too arrogant and predatory. He had a good read on people and the clean-cut appearance didn't fool him. He only allowed him to be close to keep an eye on him. 

"I asked her to be here," Bucky told him, offering his hand to help you sit in his lap. You wore a short, black dress to match his suit and didn't mind it riding up as you got comfortable. The men knew better than to look. "If anyone has a problem with that, say so."

"No, boss," the men said in unison.

"No problem at all," Lance grinned. 

"Good," Bucky didn't smile back as his fingertips brushed along your neck and upper back. To anyone else, the gesture appeared to be one of possession. The truth was, having his hands on you in some way grounded him. 

“I must say, Barnes” Lance began, leaning back in his chair as he stared at your chest. “I don’t know how you get anything done. If she were mine, I’d never let her off my cock.”

Bucky’s hand stilled for a moment on the back of your neck. The other men glanced at their boss, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do. Before he could open his mouth, you straightened your back and smiled.

“It’s too bad for you that I’m his and always will be.”

“Only here for eye candy?" Lance raised an eyebrow. "You sure you don’t mind letting me have a taste?”

“I’m not really good about sharing,” Bucky said with a harsh stare. "And my wife is much more than eye candy, so you better show her some respect."

“We don’t really need to beat around the bush, do we?” Steve interjected. He didn’t appreciate small talk during meetings like these. “I think you know why you’re here.”

Lance nodded. “I do. I had a feeling you’d call me.”

“So, you’re aware that one of the locations you moved to is right outside of my territory?” Bucky asked. “And you’ve been making a nice profit.”

Lance smirked, shrugging a little. “I was in debt. I saw the opportunity and I took it. Nothing wrong with that.”

“When it undermines my husband, there is something wrong with that,” you argued, though you didn’t raise your voice. 

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion. So unless he plans to shove his cock in your mouth to shut you up-”

“Watch how you speak to my wife,” Bucky said in a low voice. You knew he was tempted to shoot him and be done with it. "I won't tell you again."

You placed a hand on his thigh to quell his anger. “As entertaining as that would be for all of you and fun for me,” you pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to keep talking and you are going to listen.”

Lance crossed a leg over his knee as he leaned back in his chair, gesturing with his hand. “By all means.”

“Back to what I said about undermining my husband,” you began as everyone listened. Bucky hung on your every word, too, because he wouldn’t dare disrespect his queen. “Now, you operate just outside of his territory. Bold and a bit insulting, but you didn’t break any rules by doing so. I can respect that.”

“Glad you can give respect where it’s due,” he agreed.

“But you did break the rules when you began to poach girls from The Tower,” you told him, holding out your hand. Joaquin was there within seconds, handing you a folder. 

Lance’s smirk stayed plastered on his face, but a flash of fear flickered before he could hide it. “People switch places all the time.”

“The girls were paid well and the clients were good to them, so you must have offered them something more. You may have even taken a couple against their will. Poaching them takes money out of the club, which takes money out of my husband’s pocket.”

“That’s not what-”

“Not to mention, one of the things Bucky and Steve pride themselves on is the safety of any person working in their clubs. That includes their dancers. They’re just trying to make a living and deserve respect like everyone else. And a few of those girls have gone missing.”

"The city's an expensive place to live. They probably took off."

"Or you sold them," you guessed, sliding the folder across the table. "Before you deny it, you might want to take a look in there."

You didn't have to tell the rest of the men what the pictures contained as Lance opened the folder, visibly getting pale as he flipped through it. There were photos of him and different girls, at multiple angles, going into the same building. The poor things never came out. 

"You're selling those girls," Bucky stated, his voice laced with anger. No amount of coaxing or distracting would calm him down. Trafficking was an arena he refused to touch. Not with the kind of past his old friend, Natasha, had. "You son of a bitch."

"You're not smart enough to pull this off by yourself," Steve mused. He read his friend well and knew he was close to snapping. "And we know Ransom isn't working with you. Give us a name."

Lance shoved the folder away with a sneer. "Those photos don't prove shit."

"That isn't a name," Steve said.

"I guess it isn't."

You refrained from pinching the bridge of your nose. Bucky and Steve weren't men to be crossed. They had rules in place for a reason, but people still pushed. 

"We're giving you a chance to do this the right way, which is more than what you deserve," Steve said as you rubbed Bucky's thigh. The muscles relaxed slightly under your palm, but he still felt too tense for your liking. "Otherwise, we can take you to the basement and sort this out."

"The basement? Wait a fucking minute!"

"Give us a name." Steve didn't like to repeat himself.

Neither did your husband.

"Didn't you poach your girl from Ransom? Yeah, we know all about that. Don't act like you're better than me," Lance snapped, panic filling his eyes when Steve reached for his gun. You didn't blame him. The situations weren't the same. "I can't give you a name! They'll kill me."

"They? Who are they?" Bucky demanded, pushing his chair back and gesturing for you to stand. He stood up after you, putting his body between you and Lance. Even though he was across the table, he was keeping you safe in case he tried anything. You also knew he was trying to deflect the attention away from Steve. "Answer. Me."

"Wait!" he pleaded, putting his hands up when your bodyguards grabbed his gun and took aim. "Don't shoot me. The girls are just for extra cash, but one of them is after your wife!"

All eyes were on you as the words echoed along the walls. "After me?" you asked.

Who would be dumb enough to go after me?

"He doesn't want to sell you. He wants to keep you. I heard one of the movers talk about it," Lance swallowed a little before he continued. "The guys are some kind of agents or ex-agents. CIA, FBI, I don't fucking know. This dude's obsessed from what I've heard."

You gripped Bucky's arm hard enough to make him glance back at you. "Is his name Nick?"

When the brunette refused to answer, Bucky gave one of the guards a single nod. You didn't wince when Lance got a hard punch to the mouth. You witnessed a lot worse. 

"Fuck!" Lance spit a bit of blood on the table. "Yes! His fucking name is Nick! Nick Fowler. Don't fucking hit me again!"

You closed your eyes, guilt and a bit of fear flooding you. Nick, your ex-boyfriend, was a crooked CIA agent. You admittedly had a thing for dangerous men, but the difference between Bucky and Nick was that your husband didn't enjoy hurting people. Nick, however, would kill anyone to get ahead. He was furious when you broke it off, but you got as far away from him as you could. You never expected to see or hear from him again. 

Did he target Bucky's girls because of me? Hurting me by hurting them?

"It's okay, doll," Bucky whispered. He knew all about your ex. You kept no secrets from your husband. "Nick hasn't been in the city. My men would have alerted me."

The unspoken threat of retaliation hung in the air, a warning to anyone who even thought of betraying him.

"He isn't here. He sent an 'associate'. Look, I got greedy. I'll stop poaching the girls. Just let me leave."

“Bucky,” you whispered, your nails grazing under his chin as you made him look at you. Touching him grounded you, too. “Did this man insult you?”

“He did.”

“Did he betray your trust?”

"He did," he repeated.

"Then do what you need to do," you told him.

I'll stand beside you.

“Lance, you gained a seat at this table and you repaid that favor by sticking your hand in my pocket. I can forgive that."

"I said-"

"You put innocent poor girls through hell for your own gain. I can't forgive that so easily."

Lance's jaw clenched when Steve pointed his gun at his head. 

"And you knew this man planned to go after my wife," the frost in Bucky's voice made you shiver. "I demand payment."

"G-Give me a few days and I'll get your money for all the girls you lost," Lance offered.

Bucky tilted his head a fraction. "You can pay your debt in blood."

Steve aimed lower and fired, the silencer masking the sound, before Lance screamed. Blood seeped through his fingers as he gripped his shoulder, getting paler by the second. "Fucker! I hope he gets your new fucktoy, too!"

He cried out again when the guards yanked him up to pull him from the room. You knew they'd take him to the basement. After that comment, Steve might pay a personal visit.

It was nice knowing you, Lance.

"Have Natasha check the club. Make sure the girls are safe. Get us an update on Nick. We need to know who he's been talking to and what his next move is. And get what you can out of Lance," Steve ordered, his tone leaving no room to argue as the men got to work. His girl didn't work at the club, but you knew he'd check on her to be on the safe side.

Bucky would've given the order himself, but he was too preoccupied with you. The news frightened you more than you cared to admit. "I won't let him get you, doll. You hear me?" he asked, gripping your chin so you'd look into his eyes.

Where there used to be ice, there was fire.

"I hear you and I trust you," you whispered before he kissed you, the wedding band against your skin a reminder that you weren't alone. 

The queen to his king.

No one, outside of Bucky's closest friend, ever put as much faith in him as you did. While he may have been a wolf to some, you were never his prey. You'd hunt beside him. 

Even when Nick would try to take you away.

Let him try. Because if he lays a finger on me, Bucky will burn his world to the ground.

*****

Hope to share more soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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[turbulentscrawl]

Could I get an Aesop, Norton and Kevin with a S/O who gets turned into a hunter because they learned too much? Like. Their Significant other was always very enthusiastic about discovering secrets and stuff, and they started acting off because they discovered something BAD. And within a month or so. They moved officially to the hunter manor? 🙏

If that's too much, feel free to ignore or decline!

I put my own spin on this, i hope you don't mind! This is SFW but going under the cut because it plays into the horror aspect of the game. Also, I don't have the time to whip up a kevin header currently and don't have the patience to wait on posting this....so I'll get his made and added later!

Warnings: body horror, angst

The worst part of it all is that you can’t even remember the reason for it all.

You were a seeker, a searcher, always nosing into places and subjects you didn’t belong. You craved to know the world’s secrets and that included the manor’s. You spent long hours, days, weeks, investigating the manor’s records, the histories of its inhabitants, obtaining the aid of…some horrific woman. A veritable snake. She told you something. Something bad…. Something that ruined you from the inside out, necrosing its way through every cell.

The changes come slowly at first, and painfully. Your muscles and joints would ache. Your head would throb. Your bones would move on their own, shifting and stretching inside your tearing meat. You drowned in darkness, and suffocated in blinding lights. The worst moments of your life came to you again! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again! Again!

And when all the pain finally melted away, you were different. The friendly faces around you were once your enemies. Your own face was that of a lion, and the original of it staring back was the clueless lamb.

Aesop

-He showed little interest in your “search for answers.” He wants to understand everything better too, true, but even the detective sorts among you had found few answers. Orpheus, Alice, Naib…. No offense to you, of course, I’m just saying he wasn’t be holding his breath….

-But far be it from this recluse to stop you. He of all people understands what it means to hyperfocus on your work. Work is familiarity, truth, and on some level he can imagine how a tangled mystery might be as comfortable to you as a corpse is to him. They both reveal truths in indirect ways.

-Because of your busybody separation from one another during this time, he likely doesn’t notice the changes right away. He probably finds out from someone else about the aches and pains you’ve been having, the sweats, fever, and all without a match in the records to explain them away. People didn’t get sick in the manor, yet somehow you inexplicably were.

-Then you sleep. For days. You’re still enough that Aesop almost feels like he’s watching over one of his 'normal' patients, like he should be doing your makeup. He’s calm, but checks for your pulse and breathing a lot. That’s when he notices you crying in your sleep.

-And things only go downhill from there. Aesop is generally level-headed, but there’s something about your aura that begins to disturb him. He refuses to leave, to abandon you when something is obviously wrong, but you go more and more still under his watchful eyes. You stop breathing, your skin goes pallid, but blood is still hot in your veins—he gives your thumb a pinprick to be sure of it. Your pillow is always wet because you won’t stop silently crying.

-On a whim one day, he decides to check your eyes. He collapses to the ground when he realizes the sockets are empty and raw. He runs from your room then, and when Emily returns to investigate your body is gone.

-The next day, you return in perfect condition. Healthy, though confused, and with no memory of that last several weeks of pain. You both had a match the next day, and Aesop decided he would focus on protecting you above anything else.

-But the Hunter was new. Eerie, unspeaking, blind…and cried ceaselessly. Aesop was frozen in genuine fear when the other you lumbered by him, choking on pained sobs, perhaps in search of your old peace.

Norton

-He told you from the beginning that it was a bad idea. Norton was not an educated man but he had sense—and experience—enough to know when paranormal shit was not to be trifled with. He still had nightmares about that eye….

-But you went on ahead with your business anyway. He let you, albeit while watching his back a whole lot more. Isolating. Swallowing his dread. You remind him of his mistakes before you even make them.

-He doesn’t think much of your first symptoms. Norton gets sore sometimes, and feels ill. The Black Lung never did leave him, and some days he handles it worse than others. You have nothing like that, though, and after several days of persisting discomfort he remembers that fact and sends you to Emily. She’s as perplexed as him though, and that makes him feel even more nervous.

-He also doesn’t notice for a while that you’ve stopped talking about your search entirely. He asks you about it once, when he catches you staring at the wall in a daze, and feels like a knife pierces his lung when you say you don’t have the faintest clue what he’s talking about.

-He keeps catching you like that. Paralyzed in a particular spot. Watching things, unblinking. When you come to, you don’t remember what you were doing. Your memory starts go slip away like Luca’s does, but somehow it’s more severe. You remember who you are, who he is, but everything else is gone. Some evenings he practically has to spoon feed you dinner because the concept of silverware and food have escaped you.

-Paranoid of what it all means, Norton starts to stay with you at night. But he gets no sleep during those times because all night you moan in pain. When Norton wraps his arms around you for comfort, he wears he feels your muscles twisting and undulating under your skin.

-Norton does not remember the last time he’s screamed, but he did the day after you finally seemed better. After he finally started to relax again. He was decoding in the top floor of the hospital when he heard that familiar moaning coming from below. He freezes at the sound, and when he looks over his shoulder he sees a twisted, stretched figure crawling up through the gaping hole in the floor. He knows the hair, the voice, but nothing else is you.

-And he screams, backed up against the cipher like a cornered animal. Never in his life has he not tried to run for his life, but when this Hunter of you locks eyes with him he can’t. He can’t run from what he didn’t fight harder against. Even when facing Fool’s Gold—himself—he’s never felt so much like a failure.

Kevin

-He’s always known he lacks your foresight. Kevin can’t begin to suspect the truth of things like this place. The sprawling vastness of it, he doesn’t trust himself to comprehend the complexity, the darkness. But you? Well, even if this it all a bit eerie, he’s got faith in your intelligence.

-He plays closer attention to you than the other two. The second you start to look off, he tasks notice. He sees the obsession in your face, the dark bags under your eyes, the way your nose digs deeper into things than before. You become…pushier with people.

-Kevin suggests you take a break, but you wave him off. You’re onto something, you say, and just need a little more understanding before everything unravels. He doesn’t like that word. “Unravel.”

-Which is perhaps a premonition, because it’s a great word to describe what happens to you. When you’re awake—and you are awake for irrationally long hours—you seem positively mad. You whisper to yourself in words that don’t sound human. He catches “Hastur” among them a few times, and “Witch” but once again his own comprehension fails.

-And when you sleep, you scream. The fist few nights it happened, he and a few others came running from down the hall and roused you. You didn’t remember the terrors. Night after night it happened, the response dwindling until it was just Kevin abandoning his own sleep to help you from whatever was terrifying you in your sleep.

-Then, you stopped waking up. He tried everything! Water, those smelling salts Emily had. Nothing would wake you and you just kept screaming, screaming, screaming like you were being dissected in your bed. After three days of not sleeping himself, Kevin carried your thrashing form to the infirmary. He was horrified when Emily suggested restraining and gagging you, but he had no other ideas himself. He slept in the chair nearby for what felt like weeks.

-And one day it all stopped. Kevin woke up, cracked his stiff neck, and noticed you were gone from your restraints. Emily was as confused as he was, but before the panic could build you emerged from your own bedroom, right as rain.

-He pulled you aside and cried in your arms until he passed out himself.

-The next match, though, started his own series of nightmares. Only a few minutes in he heard that scream. That blood-curdling wail that had been seared into his memory. It paralyzed him, and everyone else, on the spot. And then the vestige of your suffering appeared. Dark, shivering, voice raw and pained. The new Hunter that rounded the corner was undeniably you, and Kevin was sure he’d never know another peaceful day again.

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I'm Proud of You

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Warnings: Suggestions at problematic friends/family/people. Loki's over-protectiveness, maybe? Swearing, um. Probably a lot of bad sentence structure and grammar and horrible flow if that bothers anyone

A/N: This is shitty and really absolutely horrible and trash, it's 2:20am, I'm tired and I feel so fucking drained and I'm so done with everyone, and I guess Loki's who I always turn to in shitty times. I might take this down later, given how I wrote it in like an hour and it's probably sooo OOC, but I needed some comfort, so here's this I guess? If you're having a hard day, or have been having a hard time, please know that you're amazing and if no one's told you, I'm proud of you for being here <3 -Clem

Synopsis: Loki's there, through the good and the bad.

Word count: 1.5k

Fucking stupid. 

You slammed the door to your room, feeling tears sting your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this hurt, but you genuinely couldn’t ease the ache in your chest, and as hard as you wiped at your eyes, the tears just fell down your face. You felt a sob build up your throat as you collapsed on your bed, the exhaustion of the day finally washing over you. Today was supposed to be a good day. It wasn’t meant to end with you crying. You crawled up to your pillow, burying your face in it as you cried your heart out.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

You couldn’t stop the sobs ripping out of you no matter how hard you tried. It’s stupid, you shouldn’t be crying over something so small, but sometimes it just hits and you just can’t stop it. You had no idea how long you sat there crying, but your loud sobs slowly turned into quiet hiccups and gasps, and your flowing tears became sniffles and painful breathing. It was like everything hurt, and somehow even after all those tears shed, your eyes still watered whenever you thought about it. 

You sniffled, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling of your room. This is fucking stupid. 

Doesn’t mean it hurt any less. You wiped your cheeks, taking a deep breath. 

Okay. It’s fine. This is fine. 

You stared at your room, your breathing slowly down as you worked through the last bit of emotional troubles. You blinked once, twice, and suddenly you were hyper aware of how alone you were, of how it reminded you of all those times you cried quietly in the bathroom so no one could hear you. 

Huh. 

You let out a sort of half laugh that dissolved into another sob as fresh tears sprung in your eyes. 

Alone. 

Just like always. 

You dug the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to stop yourself from another breakdown, but you could feel your cheeks getting wet as you curled up on yourself, knees pulled tightly to your chest as a new wave of sobs wracked through your body. You didn’t realise someone had entered your room until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, moving down to rub your back softly. You gasped quietly, surprised by the touch until you looked up and saw Loki smiling softly. “I-” You started, your voice raw from crying, but Loki only shook his head.  “Sh, it’s alright,” He scooted closer onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. You sobbed harder as he flooded your senses- his lingering scent of leather and earth, his touch making your skin buzz with joy. The tears came faster now as you buried your face in his chest, fisting his shirt tightly. 

Loki. 

Loki, here. Right now. 

You felt a sense of relief crash through your system as you melted completely into him, your body moulding against his as he stroked your hair and whispered soft things to you, his hold on you tight and secure. 

Loki. Loki. Loki.

Loki. 

His name rang through your head a dozen times, as if your brain was trying to process the fact that he was here. 

Loki didn’t let go of his tight hold on you until your sobs faded into ragged breathing and sniffles. He pulled away just a little to look at you properly, his hand coming up to wipe your cheeks. 

“My beautiful girl,” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Who’s making you cry, darling, hm?” His voice was soft, loving and easy like it always was, but you could swear up and down that there was something angry hiding behind it, and when you looked up at him properly, you were absolutely certain his eyes were storming with a growing anger.  Is he angry at me? You thought, but then his gaze softened as if he heard you, and he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “You can take your time, yes? I’ll wait until you want to talk,” You shake your head, “Don’t wanna talk about it,” “Alright, that’s perfectly fine. You know I’d never ask you to tell me something you don’t want to share,” He smiled then, but there was something twisted about it. “But, if someone is making my precious goddess hurt like this, and cause her such distress, I’ll need a story eventually,” “Why?” You hiccuped, resting your head on his chest as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You could feel the last of your breakdown work its way through your systems, and being in Loki’s arms helped. “So you could go beat them up?”

He stayed quiet, and your head snapped up to look at him. “Loki.”  “Yes, darling?” He tried to feign an innocent look.  “You can’t go beating up people,” “But I won’t. Beating up is a truly ugly way of saying it. I’d never “beat up” someone. It’s disgraceful to my title as a god,”  You shake your head again, wiping the last of your tears from your eyes. “Still can’t hurt people,” “Why not? They hurt you,” “Yeah but-” “But?” “It’s unethical?” You tried to reason.  He raised an eyebrow. “Right,” He absolutely did not sound convinced. 

In all honesty, at the back of your mind, you really didn’t have much against him going out after them. Well, maybe not to kill them, but maybe a little chat. It was kind of…romantic? Hot? That he was ready to shed blood just at the sight of you in tears. You sighed, the simple act of thinking thoughts making you feel heavy. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “I’m so tired,” You mumbled.  “Did you sleep last night?” “Not that kind of tired,”

You felt exhausted just having this conversation.

“Ah, I see. How about….we cuddle and sleep, and then,” He kissed your forehead again. “When you wake up, I’ll run you a bath, and get you some food, and if you feel ready to talk, we’ll talk. If not, we can do…anything else you wish to do,” He smiled. “What do you think?”

Your heart squeezed. We. We. We. We. 

He was a part of you, even on the bad days.

“Okay,” You nodded slowly. “Sounds good,” With a snap of his fingers, he had you changed out of your regular clothes and into the comfiest PJs you had. He didn’t even bother detaching himself, simply lifting you up with him as he moved into the bed properly and laying down, his body pressed as close to yours as possible. You didn’t really talk much after that, just laying together in bed as you felt the day catch up to you as your mind drifted in and out of sleep. Loki held you tight, peppering kisses anywhere he could. 

“I know you think the world’s out for you,” He said softly. You hummed, his words slowly processing through your sleepy brain. “I thought so too. But then, I met you,” He rubbed your sides. “And things were still hard, and it was still painful, but I was given someone to share that pain with. Someone who could ease the ache a little and make it easier to breathe,” His voice dropped to a gentle whisper as you pressed closer to him, his words wrapping around your heart as you yawned lightly. “I know you’re hurting, and I know sometimes it’s too much to share, but I hope you know that whatever it is that bothers you, you can tell me. And,” He tightened his hold on you, smiling a little when he realised you were half way asleep. “I hope you know that I’m incredibly proud of you, my little mortal, for being so strong despite it all. You helped me learn so much, and you gave me a new reason to live. You’re beautiful, kind and so talented. I’m proud of you for everything you do- even something as little as drinking water.  I love you more than you could possibly know,” You reached up and covered his face with your hand in a bad attempt to stop him from talking. You still felt shitty, and something in you still hurt, but his words seemed to almost…crack through that, and plant a little piece of happiness in there.  He laughed, taking your hand and kissing it. “What was that one quote? The one people use all the time?” You hummed sleepily. “Dunno,” He paused, thinking, before his eyes sparked with realisation. “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” He kissed your hand again.  You chuckled softly, before yawning again. “Oh, that one,” That was cute. “So cheesy,”  “Right, I’ll stop talking then,” He pulled you closer. At this rate, he might just be trying to absorb your soul into him.  “I like hearing you talk though,” You squeezed his hand lightly. “Then we’ll talk plenty more later,” He kissed your head again, and you smiled softly as sleep started to wash over you.

Breakdowns really were draining. 

“I absolutely adore you, my perfect girl,” He said, and as you fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think, you’re not alone anymore. 

Loki was here. 

Loki was always here.

#enjoy or whatever. #tried so hard not to pour all my issues in this so it could at least be as general of a comfort thing as possible. #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #mcu #marvel #loki #loki x f!reader #loki comfort #loki laufeyson fic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson fluff #loki marvel #loki of asgard