monster trio x fem reader nsfw formal wear 👀 either way because i’m a sucker for a man in a suit and i know they would be on their knees for a dress
ayeee now that's what we are talking about!! (scurries like a rat to pinterest to find hot men in suit as inspo~)
"all dressed up, just for me" ft. the monster trio!
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader
set-up: hot men in suits; just no other thoughts
warnings: nsfw drabbles; nsfw stuff includes: penetration, dirty talk, them being just a little bit possessive if you squint; MDNI (thankyou very much)
luffy:
the way luffy would slay this is like unthinkable actually
- his hands are snaking around your waist, fingers digging harshly against the silk you were clad in
- ignoring the man in front of you that you were chatting up, he leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear, "come with me, please"
- you excuse the man, flashing him a polite smile and then luffy's dragging you by your wrist outside of the ball-room and into the corridor
- "luffy-" you moan, words dissolving on the tip of your tongue as he's kissing and bruising the skin on your neck
"somebody's gonna see" you whisper
he flashes you a grin, "let them"
"luffy" you push him away, "somebody's gonna see."
- he groaned but nonetheless, he pulled away. then, pulling you by your wrist and walked into the nearest washroom
- your back is against the cold wooden door and his fingers are hiking up your gown, letting it pool on your hip
"so pretty" thats all he mumbles before he's kissing you again
- his fingers pull your panties aside, the pad of his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves
- you moan into his touch, your hands pulling him closer and kissing him harder
"luffy" you whimper at his calloused touches
"look at you, all dressed up, just for me." he groans, fingers moving faster, "let me fuck you just like this"
- fucked you with the dress on
- you can never put that dress on again because luffy goes feral every single time.
- rip u and ur dress
zoro:
you heard the man, he said he'd wear something black
- zoro was trying to have some self-restraint.
- truly, he was trying.
- if trying meant ogling you from across the room as he downed his third glass of whiskey and clenching his jaw whenever another guy's fingers lingered a little too long over your skin, then sure, he was trying
- but enough was enough, that dude was getting a little too close and your smile was turning from a genuine one to an uncomfortable one
- so, zoro's arm wraps around your waist, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to your neck
he whispers, "do you want me to kill him?"
and then he's pulling you away, sending the man in front of you a death-glare
- you're pressed against the cold balcony wall, the night air painting goosebumps on your skin as zoro presses against you
"nobody ever comes here" he reassures as he is bruising your skin
"are you su-"
he pulls you into a kiss, devouring you whole and shutting you up as his lips trace over yours
- and now you are bent over the balcony, your dress bunched up at your hips; your hands are gripping the cool metal as his fingers lace up in your hair and pull you backwards. he slips in and out from behind, whispering dirty nothings in your ear
"fu-ck yn" his voice is heavy, mixed with groans and low moans, "look at you, all dressed up just for me"
"zoro ngh- shit fuc-"
"shh" his finger drags your bottom lip as he drills into you harder, "somebody might hear us"
- well, now you know his kryptonite
- wear a dress and pray to god he doesn't tear it when he fucks you
sanji:
hold up, sanji with this slutty waistline i know you all hear me
- he's been pressed up against you all night, hissing insults as soon as other man got too close to you or smiled a bit too much with you or any other thing ever
"sanji, you're being ridiculous come on" you whisper as you pull him aside, silently begging him to leave your side for like two minutes and act normal
"i cannot help it, darling. look at you" he flashes you a handsome smile
"sanji."
"awh don't be mad," he leans in, tucking your hair behind your ear and whispering, "i can make it up to you"
- and that's how you were stuffed inside a utility closet with sanji pressed up against you
- your dress hung barely onto your skin as you chest was exposed and sanji fucked into your cunt, his hands holding you into place against the wall
"san- sanji, fuck"
"my love, all dressed up, just for me" he whispers as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, "takin' me so well, darlin-g"
- yeah, he ended up accidentally ripping your dress
- its fine tho, he bought you another and fucked you in it too
a/n: this was relatively short but oh my lord my brain isnt working im sorry 🙏🏼
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Okay, hear me out! Headcanons where reader is just a complete sweetheart, always sees the light at every tunnel and the good in every person. A little naive and a little too trusting. Prior to meeting Task Force 141, reader and Graves knew each other first and he’s been kind of a mentor to her, knowing how easy she is to lie to, Graves uses it to his advantage. And like, when the moment comes where Graves and Shepard betray the 141 reader is literally heart-broken and they become Uber protective and just, comforting her in the only ways they know how while she’s still processing the hows and why’s of everything — just a sad little innocent ball of joy suddenly becoming the gloomiest thing ever, oh no. The angst, I beg of you.
oooooh this is good stuff anon
relationships: Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)
warnings: depression
Shadow Company was where you found out you had a knack for this line of work. Graves hand-picked you for the team and quickly became a mentor to you.
You trusted every commanding officer fully, especially Graves. Following every order to a T., you always fell into the role of the person on the team everyone could count on.
You eventually moved on from Grave’s team and found yourself on Price’s radar. After vetting your skills he recruited you for the 141. Immediately you fell into step with all of them.
You all became close, each one becoming a brother to you. You always made sure each of them was taken care of.
On the days when Ghost was especially lost within his thoughts and began to isolate, you made sure he still took care of himself.
You made sure Gaz ate consistently when he was too wrapped up in research.
Soap knew your door was always open because you knew he hated being alone.
Prevented Price from pulling consistent all-nighters or brought him coffee when it couldn’t be helped.
You trusted each of them with your life and they fiercely protected you from harm. There were no secrets between you and the boys. Your history with Graves was partially why Shepard choose Shadow Company to aid the 141 in Mexico.
The rainy night of Grave’s betrayal becomes a dark spot staining your memories of your former mentor and permanently altering how you saw the world.
Once you were all safe, long after the fight in Las Almas and Grave’s death you all returned to base and the boys notice immediately the change in you.
You isolated yourself, they never saw you come out of your room unless it was for a meeting. Typically after meetings, the room was filled with your ramblings but now you left as soon as dismissed, deep bags had grown under your eyes.
Ghost recognized the look in your eyes and tried to mirror what you do for him. He cooked you food and left it outside your door, worry only growing when he walked passed the next day to find it all untouched.
Soap knocked on your door in an attempt to get you to come out. He offered to put on your favorite movie or let you beat him at Uno but he was met with no response.
Gaz brought some of your favorite snacks and electrolyte drinks setting them next to the food Ghost left for you, hoping to find at least one of the drinks gone the next time he passed by.
After a week of the team continuing like this, Price decided to take action. He knew you would resent him at first but he couldn’t watch you waste away. He barged into your room, insisting you get your thoughts out.
You wanted to be mad at him but the worry in his eyes made your walls crumble. Hours passed as you sobbed, Price held you the entire time. Promising to never put you in that position again.
Things returned almost back to normal after his intervention. You stopped isolating yourself as much but you were noticeably colder on missions. Each member of the team vowed to bring the light back to your eyes, not one caring how long it would take.
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I'm so sorry for the spam reblog of your GG rivals au stuff, but!!!! I'M SO. Ahem, I'm so so normal about it (<- lies).
I'm so curious how Gem got her start in the army and how she advanced rank seemingly so quickly! I mean I don't know the ages in this but I assume she's mayyybe in her late twenties? I dunno just a guess, but it also begs the question of when she joined? I mean you said that she always wanted to join the army so I'd imagine her joining at a similar age as Etho. Either way! Geminislay!
I just love this au so much! I'm gonna think about it all the time ♡
Hello! It's so exciting to get asks for this au! I'm so glad that people seem to like it so much. And not to worry, I quite enjoying seeing everyone being so excited about my au in my notifications. It is a delight.
As for your question:
She did join the army at around the same age Etho had, so maybe 16-17 (he is 9 or so years older than her here).
After leaving her hometown and enlisting, she became Impulse's squire. This was where she met Scott as well. He was a friend of Impulse's, and therefore she naturally seen a lot of him. They all grew close very quickly.
Right from the start, she showed exceptional swordsmanship, as well as brilliant organizational skills. She was quick-witted and a natural leader capable of taking charge in stressful situations, so her climb in rank was only natural.
Her first promotion was, coincidentally, because of Grian. She was only a few months into her stay at the castle when an explosion was set off in the courtyard and the weapons room was broken in to. While everyone else was panicked and unsure of what to do, she stepped up and led evacuation efforts before running off on her own to face Grian. She was the only one who managed to stop him from taking a great deal of weaponry, and even had him restrained for a period of time before he escaped. This bumped her right up into knighthood, where she was finally able to serve beside her friends instead of under them.
She would remain a knight for several years after that, and she was regularly assigned to deal with all things Grian since she seemed to be the only one capable of subduing him. It was never anything as grand as breaking into the castle again, but she helped stop her fair share of riots, and ran him out of town before he could start anything all together.
Her next major promotion wouldn't be until she was around 23-24. She ended up fighting in a war with a neighboring kingdom (more details on that another time, I do not want to spoil everything too quickly) in which she took charge of many battles, as well as worked with the previous commander to formulate strategies.
She was at first seen as arrogant and cocky by her peers for how quick she was to input her own ideas and boss them around, but that didn't last very long as it became evident that she knew what she was doing. In fact, she quickly became highly respected, maybe even a little feared, for how deadly and efficient she was.
Following the death of the previous commander during the war, Ren only saw it fit that he give the title and responsibilities over to her despite her young age. She had more than proved herself time and time again, and there was no one better for the job.
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Hate to love you, love to leave you (Toxic,Yandere Vegeta x Reader)
Author's note: It's a one part long stroy. Smut alert! Enjoy~
It’s been 2 years since I was “together” with Vegeta. Never ever was this thing mentioned between us as a relationship. As eager I was at the beginning, whining about wanting to be his girlfriend as much I didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Oh the amount of time I wanted to leave him so far…kinda like every single day at least once. Then why did I still stay? Good question! A question I couldn’t have answered myself.
-Could you please stop it? -I pinched the bridge of my nose. Vegeta kept clicking his tongue, while checking his phone and it drove me crazy.
-Stop what? - he raised an eyebrow with a total deadpan expression on his face.
-Clicking your freaking tongue -I took a deep breath to be able to keep myself cool.
-Tch… -he pulled a face and rolled his eyes. Oh and kept clicking his tongue.
This is how a simple, normal weekday’s evening looked in the lovely life of ours. After 10 minutes of listening to his tongue I stood up and started to leave the living room.
-Where are you going? -he hissed. He was obsessed that we both needed to be in the same room, when we both were at home. From the beginning he acted like this, but at first I found it sweet that he always wanted to be near me. Well, now…now I would have rather laughed at his childish attitude, if I found it funny. Shame, it wasn’t funny at all.
-Out -I answered with a cold tone, not bothering to look at him at all. Vegeta rushed after me and grabbed my wrist, turning me around.
-Are you about to call one of your dicks, who fuck you when I’m not around? -he hissed in my face.
-Not this shit again. You are insane -I rolled my eyes- How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not cheating on you. Never have and never will. I’m not a cheater for fuck’s sake! -I yelled in anger.
-Every cheater would say that - he pulled a face.
-Fuck you! -I sighed, because it really did hurt that he didn’t believe me. He never believed me…- You know what? -I was blinded by anger and pain- We’re done! -I shrugged his hand off of my wrist and headed to the bedroom. Packing my clothes in the bag I heard him clicking his tongue.
-Are we doing this again? -he rolled his eyes. I lost count on how many times I packed my stuff to leave him.
-For the last time -I sounded cold, which surprised him. Usually I was yelling, screaming, throwing things at him and calling him numerous unholy names. But not this time. I remained calm and it frightened him a lot.
-C’mon baby -he walked next to me, gently grabbing my waist, turning me to face him- Don’t do this. You know you can’t live without me -he smirked arrogantly.
-Well then I’m going to die, because we are over, Vegeta. So please take your hands off of me… - giving him a dead expression, which freaked him out even more.
-My love, please don’t do this -he blinked fast, trying to figure out if I was bluffing or not. I wasn’t though, I was really determined to end this there and then.
-Stop acting like you care -I rolled my eyes, still packing.
Vegeta started to panic, trying to collect his thoughts to figure out something.
-I love you -he spat out the words, which made me freeze in my action. Never ever heard these words from his mouth, not even once -Please don’t leave me, baby -he kept begging.
Lost of words, I’ve been standing still above my bag, almost fully packed. Slowly turning around, seeing the fear in his eyes. Oh how much I was tricked one more time, naive me. I felt terrible, tears were filling up my eyes as I held out my hands to let him hug me tight.
-Please, never leave me, Y/N! I…-he panted-I just can’t live without you!
-Sometimes you are such a freaking asshole -I giggled, hugging him even tighter. The ugly truth was that I was so deeply in love with this man that I didn’t see the toxicity slowly choking me to death.
Vegeta’s hand started to travel down on my back, grabbing my ass hard. As he pressed his lips aggressively against mine, our tongue fighting for dominance. Always I was the one who gave in and let him lead the actions, his pride wouldn’t let it be any other way anyway.
-I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg for mercy -he grinned in the kiss.
-I hope you will -I smirked. Not being a liar here, I loved the rough sex we usually had. Sometimes I was wondering about asking him to be gentle, but it wouldn’t be him. Vegeta threw me on the bed next to my bag above the clothes I layed out a bit before. Eager hands ripped my jeans and underwear down, spreading my legs wide open.
-Oh fuck… -I moaned out loud, grabbing Vegeta’s hair as his tongue pleased me in a way only he was able. Sucking on my clit, and fingering my entrance at the same time made my whole body shiver- I’m so close..so close -I cried out after a few minutes.
I gasped, when he suddenly stopped.
-Why did you stop? -I panted heavily.
-You will need to beg me to continue -he smirked at me deviously.
-Are you fucking kidding me? -I clenched my jaw.
-So… -he softly caressed my inner thigh, just even touched my lips between my legs- How bad do you want it?
-Vegeta, please, please -I started to beg. And there he was with his finger and tongue back in my wet pussy. He kept me still while I was riding my orgasm out on his face, pulling me in a deep kiss just after I finished.
A few seconds later I was on my knees on the floor, while Vegeta was standing in front of me, fucking my mouth without mercy. I gagged on his huge, thick cock and he enjoyed it so well. Grabbing my head and thrusted even deeper, when my eyes were tearing up. I loved his dick to be honest, he definitely knew how to use it to pleasure me.
-Get on your stomach! -he commanded me, pulling his hard shaft out of my mouth. As I walked on the bed, one of his hands grabbed my waist, the other hand grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me down hard on the bed, my ass up in the air.
-You are so fucking tight! -he moaned as he slid himself in me- Tell me how much you love my dick!
-I love it a lot, Vegeta! -I breathed heavily, trying to cope with the pleasure he caused me.
He kept pounding me harder and harder, speeding up, his balls slapping against my pussy, sloppy sounds filling the room.
-Who’s your daddy? -he hissed at me, still fucking me hard from behind.
-You are! -I moaned in delusion.
-Good girl! -he smirked arrogantly- I will never let anyone else fuck this tight pussy. It’s mine! -he growled, getting really close to his release.
One more hard thrust and I felt his cock twitching inside me, pulsing, filling me up good. He thrusted twice more, before pulling out, throwing himself next to me, breathing heavily.
-Y/N, I was serious before -he turned to face me, tucking my hair behind my ear- I’m not going to let anyone else to fuck you anymore. You are mine, only mine -he pressed his lips against mine roughly.
-Don’t worry, I’m only yours -I smiled at him, feeling the stupid love spreading in my body.
***
-Vegeta, please hurry! We will be late! -I sighed angrily, waiting for him to finally get ready.
-Like I give a fuck -he rolled his eyes, stepping out of the room. Kinda tight jeans, and shirt he was wearing, which showed his perfectly toned body just well enough. Even looking at him made me drool in an instant.
-Easy, girl. Stop eating me up with those eyes -he teased me.
-I can’t help it, you look fucking hot -I gulped, even thinking about staying home and begging him to fuck me hard. But I took a deep breath, collected myself, so we headed to Bulma’s house as we were invited for a house party.
A lot of people were already inside the house, wasted, having fun, dancing, chatting. I spotted Bulma, so I rushed towards her, Vegeta closely behind me.
-Bulma! -I hugged her tight.
-Y/N! I’m so happy you two could make it. Please drink and eat as you wish. The bar is over there -she pointed in the direction behind me- Have fun, honey! -she kissed my cheek.
From the corner of my eyes I saw Vegeta’s grin, but I acted like I didn’t notice anything. As we were wandering deeper in the crowd, Goku appeared in front of me.
-Y/N! -he picked me up quickly, spinning me around- Girl, I miss you so much! Why can’t we hang out anymore? -he put me down, looking at me sadly.
-We will find some time for that -I smiled at him in guilt.
-No she won’t -Vegeta pulled a face at Goku- She’s not going to hang out with you anymore and if you touch her once again, I’m going to rip those filthy hands of yours off and shove them up in your ass.
-Vegeta, stop! -I widened my eyes-Stop being a dick. Goku is my best friend.
-I don’t care -he shrugged.
-I’m sorry Goku, I’m going to call you, I promise -I smiled at him, sighing deeply.
Vegeta pushed everyone away from me, not letting me have any friends, especially not boys. Goku was my childhood friend, he was my best friend and I missed him terribly, feeling guilty to let Vegeta stand between us, but I loved Vegeta more than anything.
During the night Vegeta disappeared for a while, but I didn’t really mind it. Reaching the bar, noticing Goku and an unknown man chatting and laughing.
-Am I interrupting something? -I asked, smiling at the two men.
-Y/N -Goku grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into his lap- Want to drink anything?
-Please… -I begged, laughing, standing up from his lap.
-By the way I’m C17 -the unknown man stood up from the barstool, stepping close to me.
-Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N -I blushed from head to toe. The ocean blue eyes of this man crawled under my skin within a second.
-It’s my pleasure -he kissed the back of my hand.
-Uhh, be cautious , C17 -Goku laughed out loud- If her boyfriend sees this, he would kill you in an instant. A tiny bit of a maniac he is.
-Goku! -I snapped at him, even though he was totally right.
-Sorry, sorry -he scratched the back of his neck, still laughing.
A few more cocktails later I’ve been still chatting and laughing with the boys and didn’t even realize that Vegeta was nowhere to be found.
-May I have this dance? -C17 held his hand out to me as a pretty slow song popped.
-I don’t think it’s a good idea -I bit my lower lip.
-C’mon, it’s just a dance -he smiled. Oh his smile…how much it mesmerized me immediately.
As I found out he was a great dancer, leading me softly, keeping a bit of a distance as he respected I was taken. It blew my mind to experience such a gentle act against me. Vegeta would have never done this. He wouldn’t have danced with me…like never in this life, nor would have he touched me with such a softness as C17 did.
I almost cried out in agony, when the song ended and we headed back to the bar.
-He would be a better boyfriend than Vegeta could ever be -Goku leaned in and whispered it in my ear.
-Stop it -I pushed him away, shaking my head laughing. But deep down I was considering he might have said the truth.
-There you are! -Vegeta snapped at me, grabbing my arm hard, pulling me away from Goku and C17- What the fuck are you doing with these two? Whoring around?
-Vegeta, please -I gritted my teeth, not wanting to make a scene. But it was already late for that.
-Do you want to fuck my woman, huh? -he clenched his jaw in anger, looking back and forth between the two men.
-Just cool yourself down, man -C17 sighed, rolling his eyes- And I ask you to let her arm go, you grabbed it way too hard.
-Oh, you think so? -he smirked, grabbing my arm even harder, making me cry out in pain.
-Fuck is wrong with you? -I yelled at him, trying to free my arm- It hurts!
-Shut your mouth, woman! -he commanded.
Goku clenched his jaw and fisted his hand and at that moment I knew it was going to be messy. Goku punched Vegeta in the face hard enough to send him flipping over, landing on his back on the floor.
-Stop! -I stepped in front of Goku, taking his hands in mine- I beg you, please -my eyes were tearing up.
-He’s a fucking asshole, Y/N. Why don’t you see it? You deserve better than this piece of shit -he spat on the floor.
***
Heated from the alcohol and his hurted pride the second we arrived home, he attacked me and pushed me in the bedroom. Vegeta was always a dominator, but this time it was even more.
Ripping my dress off and pushing me on the bed, my back facing him. I could have felt he was already rock hard and he didn’t care how I was prepared or not. Vegeta took me in the second he got his clothes down.
-Fucking hell! -I screamed out loud, I wasn’t even wet for God’s sake. Going really rough on me caused me to gritted my teeth.
-Could you be a bit softer, please? You hurt me- I looked back at him above my shoulder, but he was in a totally different universe. Probably didn’t even hear me talking to him, focusing on pounding me as hard as he could.
-VEGETA! -I yelled from the bottom of my lungs, which sobered him a tiny bit.
-What? -he hissed in frustration, still fucking me hard from behind.
-Be more gentle, it hurts -I sighed in discomfort.
Furrowing his brows he nodded slightly, taking back from the speed and the intensity of his thrusts.
He leaned in, grabbing my breast, while keeping to pound my already sore pussy.
-You feel so good, baby…I love your tight pussy around my hard cock -he growled in my ear.
-Keep going Vegeta, I’m almost there -I lied, I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
My words pushed him on the edge, feeling him close to his climax as well.
-Oh, fuck yes, Bulma! -he screamed, while releasing inside of me.
-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY? -I pushed him back, causing him to pull out immediately.
-What? No, I did…I did not say anything… -he kept bubbling.
-Did you fucking call me Bulma? You piece of shit! -I turned to face him and slapped him as hard as I was able. The mark of palm drew its line on his cheek.
-I can explain! -he looked panicked.
-Oh really? REALLY? -I was raging- And how do you want to explain that you moan the name of my friend? HUH? -I clenched my jaw, as I was putting the pieces of the puzzle together- Wait a damn minute…Where have you been at the party, when you disappeared?
-What? -he was surprised by my question.
-Where were you?! -I shouted in his face- Let me guess, you’ve been fucking Bulma, right? RIGHT?!
-I’m sorry… -he sighed deeply.
-You are disgusting! -I clenched my jaw- Move! -I pushed him away, heading to the bathroom. I wanted to wash his filthy touches off of my body. Being cleaned I walked out, grabbing some clothes to put on, seeing Vegeta sitting on the edge of our bed.
-Baby, can we talk about it? -he looked at me with softened eyes. I spun on my heels and rushed out of the room without a single word.
-Y/N -Goku opened the door, rubbing his eyelids- Are you okay?
-Can I come in? -tears were running down my face uncontrollably.
-That fucking asshole -Goku clenched his jaw after I told him what has just happened.
-I was so stupid…so so stupid -I hit my forehead with my palm several times- But this time it is over! Please promise me that if I ever want to get back with that prick, you will not let it happen.
-I promise, honey -Goku hugged me tight.
***
6 months later:
Not even a single day passed without Vegeta trying to contact me somehow. I even blocked his number several times, but he immediately got a new one. Calls and texts without an ending. In some of them he is begging me to forgive him, confessing his undying love towards me and in some threatening me to be killed if I keep ignoring him.
It was a simple Tuesday evening, I just got home from work and started to cook dinner, when I heard a knock on my door.
-Who can it be? -I shrugged, heading to the door. My eyes widened seeing Vegeta standing in front of me with a beautiful bouquet in his hands.
-I got this for you -smiling softly at me, handing the flowers.
-What are you doing here? -I rolled my eyes.
-Let’s talk this through, baby. I can’t live without you, please come home. Come home with me -he breathed heavily.
-Vegeta, just leave me alone -I wanted to close the door, but he blocked it with his feet.
-Please, baby! I love you! -he kept bubbling. His eyes popped wide, when he noticed a palm on the door. As I let the door loose, it opened wide.
-She asked you nicely to leave -C17 said with a cold tone- Me on the other hand won’t be so gentle. You have like a second to turn around, before I mop the floor with your filthy face -he clenched his jaw.
-You fucking whore! -Vegeta hissed at me in an instant- We only broke up a few months ago and you are already fucking this faggot.
-Please, go inside the kitchen -C17 smiled at me softly.
The second I disappeared from his sight, he attacked Vegeta, punched and hit him as hard as he could, beating him half unconscious. Vegeta beat him up pretty much as well, but not as near as C17 did to him.
-If you don’t go home right now -C17 gritted between his teeth- you won’t be able to go home anymore. Vegeta could barely stand up, leaning against the wall.
-She’s mine! Never forget that! She will crawl back to me no matter what -he spat some blood on the floor.
-You had your chance, but you fucked up. Let me tell you a secret prick -C17 smirked- if you would have treated her the way she deserved, she would have never left you. Now it’s my chance and oh I can make you sure I’m not going to be an idiot like you! -he laughed, slamming the door on Vegeta.
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HEYYOO! Hope your doing well! I really enjoyed your platonic yandere scaramouche post ! I can't get it outta my head- Keep up the good work!
But I was wondering how would he react to the reader just straight up rebelling ? I'm talking ignoring him, refusing to eat stuff ect..
(sorry if this is a bit too vague)
Aaaa tysm!!!! Here’s your request, I hope you like it!! 💕
TW: yandere behaviour, starvation
He doesn’t take it well to say the least
You’ve both had mini rebellious phases where you’ve refused to talk to each other over small arguments, but those bouts are normally solved after a bit of time to cool down and an apology
But when Scara humbles himself to apologise to you after being unable to take the separation any longer and you still refuse to talk to him? Oh, he’s mad
He doesn’t start by taking it out on you, instead targeting anyone who you talk to in the span of time you’re ignoring him
If you’re not going to talk to him then you’re not going to talk to anyone. He’ll be so aggressive with those you interact with that the best case scenario is them never wanting to even breathe the same air as you for the rest of their lives
He’s truly hoping that the utter isolation from everyone will finally make you crack. He’d never admit it but being ignored by one of the only people he dared to ever consider a friend is a torture worse than death for him
However, his treatment of others only makes you more upset at him. You’d hoped to finally set some boundaries in your friendship with him by ignoring him but it seems that he’s still up to his usual tricks, meaning you’re going to have to try harder
When you refuse to leave your room and stop eating all together, it sends a wave of panic through him
But being the stubborn person that he is, he’d never outwardly admit to that, so he resorts to hurling insults at you through the door to the effect of “starve in there for all I care” and “I never even wanted to see your ugly face anyways”
Yet not even 3 days pass before he’s screaming at you to eat something. To eat before he kills you himself
And by the 5th day, he’s torn the door off the hinges and is begging for you to eat something, spewing apologies left right and centre
It’s such a contrast to anything you’ve ever seen from him before, so contradictory to how you view him that you can’t help but pity him in this state. So you begrudgingly accept his apology, despite knowing he probably doesn’t know what he was supposedly so sorry for
For the next week or so afterwards he insists on making sure you’re eating all of your meals, and despite seemingly being in such a mood with you that he doesn’t want to talk to you, he still insists on asking you a simple question every hour or so to make sure you’re not ignoring him again
As for him learning his lesson, he truly hasn’t seemed to change his ways at all. And if he can’t fix his possessive ways after such a scare, then maybe you’ll just have to accept that’s just the kind of friend he is
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MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Kenshi Takahashi AU: “Never yours"
PART 1
Warnings: Dark, Killing, Arrange Marriage, Rape, Yakuza!Kenshi Takahashi, Slave!Fem Reader, Porn, MDNI, Kenshi is a little mean here, choking, slapping, Usage of Y/N And L/N (THIS APPLIES IN THE WHOLE FIC)
Let me know if I missed anything!
Author's note: This is a dark fic, I'm trying my best to make it accurate to a Yakuza situation stuff, so please if you want me to change something in the fic feel free to request anything! I'm also gonna credit you at the end of the fic.
Summary: Your parents are part of a Yakuza. One they, They decided to part ways from the Yakuza, since they wanted to live a normal life, Kenshi's father wanted them to stay and have their protection, your parents refused, leading to your parents death.
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You were once born in a wealthy family, But since your parents died due to an ‘Accident’ all your parents' money and hard work went to their partners, which is The Yakuza.
You begged your aunt's to keep you and you promised them that you'll work for them in any kind of job so the Yakuza wouldn't take you in, your aunt refused as the Yakuza told them not to, payed them money to not to talk with anyone about the ‘accident’, but the truth is…The Yakuza killed your parents, they didn't agree on something and killed them by a car accident, since then you've been a slave and a prostitute to the yakuza’s.
You felt disgusted, you saw yourself in the mirror as you cried, Thinking that you should've died with your parents.
It's been years since they died, you can't go out into the real world because you've been stuck with gang men, One day two gang members came in your chamber blindfolding you and tying your hands on the back so you couldn't move or fight them, they brought you into a nice looking office that you haven't been in before, you wonder if they'll set you free or sell you to other Yakuza members.
You saw a tall man with a tattoo on his hands all the way up, wearing a nice black suit sitting across the room, smoking his cigarettes. The man spoke, “Is that L/N’s daughter?” he asked, “Yes, Boss.” The other gang member said, “Leave.” The man stood up from his seat walking towards you slowly as the two gang members left the room.
“The name's Kenshi Takahashi.” He extended his hands, offering for a hand shake. You frowned as you looked at his hands, “I don't do handshakes to thugs-” “Aren't you one of those thugs?” he chuckled, “C’mon at least let me know you're name.” He said grinning down at you as he close the gap between the two of you, “Y/N” “hmm, Y/N, have a seat, we have something to discuss.” “Can I say ‘No’?” He grins, “Only if you wish to suffer.” He pushed you down to seat at the couch beside you, “I'll be quick here, I have an offer for you.” “it's a No,” he chuckled, “Just hear me out you little fuck.” He cupped your chin harshly, “It's for your freedom and my Reputation, if you don't help me, I'm gonna kill you myself, understand?” You nodded, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes, “You're pathetic!” You tried to push him but he's too strong, “Pathetic? You can't even fight back.” He chuckled as he turned around to grab a drink. As he pours some whiskey to his glass you found an opportunity to run and punch him, as he turned around you punched him straight, he stumbled leaving his drink spilled on his clothes, he grins touching his lips as you made it bleed, “that was good, Y/N I'll give that to you.” He smirked as you got scared of what you've done, “I'm sorry- i-” he pushed you making you stumble on the ground, “sometimes girls like you should behave.” He chuckled as he pins you down.
He says something in your ear, “Are you going to hear me out about my offer or I'll-” you cut him off, “Ok! I'm sorry-” you begged as you felt tears run down on your cheeks, he grins, “Good girl, Y/N.” he says as he whispers something, “So, about that offer, I need to be with me, a marriage.” “Are you crazy! Why would I want myself to marry someone who's involved with the killing of my parents!” You screamed at him and he just chuckled, “They deserve it, Y/N. Your parents don't deserve you, but I do.” he looked you in the eyes, “Whether you like it or not, we'll be together.” he smirks as he kissed your neck all the way up to your jaw, “please…stop-” you protest, “you're mine, Y/N, all mine, Understand?” He stopped waiting for your answer, he choked you lightly, “Do I have to hurt you just to say ‘yes’ to me, hmm?” Tears started to form in your eyes, “No- please- I'll do anything…” “See, You're a good girl already for me, Y/N.” He chuckled as he stood up grinning down at you, “Meet me here at 10:00, I have something for you.” he said helping you up, “Why-” he cuts you off with a kiss.
His lips are soft, he smells like cigarettes, Good one though. The way his tongue brushes your lips, the way he kisses you harshly, you can't help but to fall for him.
You moaned on his lips, groaning as he stole the moans from you. He pulled away from the kiss as he went to the door and opened it, “I'll see you later, Y/N.” he says as he went out.
You scoffed at yourself as the two gang members who escorted you earlier went inside and escorted you out, without blindfolding nor tying you up, “There's a room ready for you, Ms. Y/N” you went inside a room, a big room with a big bed, lots of luxurious clothes and materials.
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I'll post part 2 later or tomorrow! I'm having difficulties of writing the second part😞
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Heroine wa Zetsubou Shimashita - By Chida Daisuke (9/10)
An evil yandere. What does that mean? Long, convoluted speeches? Knives? A scary face? I don't think so. If you want to read about a really scary yandere they have to be unlikable. The actual concept that contains this yandere is perfect. It's the perfect vessel for torture. He's a gamer that gets to play with the girl he loves.
This entire story is told from the girl's perspective. You cannot escape from her pain, suffering and discomfort. You have to pity her. You can't just watch the yandere and enjoy the drama. The stakes are too high, and too much bad shit happens to an ordinary girl.
Mei is cute. She's pretty popular. She has a loving family and friends. She's not into gaming. When a strange bejeweled accessory appears in her bag she doesn't know what it is. It's an in game item that characters in the game Dresty use. Dresty is a "cute girl game". Cute girls in frilly skirts fight zombie teddy bears and stuff. When you pass more levels you get more dresses for your Dresty girl.
When Mei is dragged into the game world she has no clue what's going on. She's in a tutorial room. She doesn't know that the cardboard box in the corner has a dress in it. One that will boost her physical power. She dies four times in incredible pain. The game just feels like a nightmare for her.
She struggles with suicidal thoughts. It's normal. She knows the agony is real. She wakes up okay every time, but sometimes the torture lasts hours.
She meets her classmate Akiba, and he gets dragged in with her. The beginning of their relationship is so wholesome. Akiba doesn't get angry. They work together. Akiba finds the dress, and he gives it to her.
Plot twist. Mei cannot move with the dress on. Akiba has to move her, with a controller. Mei trusts him. They want to survive together. They work together, and when they win they high five like excited kids.
Mei moves on with her daily life.
Big mistake. Akiba is now madly in love with Mei. When their hands touched he assumed that was the start of their romance. She even gave him her number. She thought they were acquaintances. She thought he was a nice guy. She thought they would become friends over time.
Then the compact activates again. The game isn't over. The bear was just a tutorial.
Mei has to beg for his help. She literally cannot save herself. She needs a partner. She tries to find another Dresty partner...but reality bites. The other players are too scared to help her. The other male players are just as perverted as Akiba. Additionally, Akiba is a top player. He is a huge advantage . Playing with him will probably keep her alive. She rejects him, because they barely know each other. Then he gaslights her and he makes her do perverted tricks for him.
The main game begins. It's a death tournament with other player duos. Most of the girls in dresses are miserable and in tears during battle.
Akiba is just excited to collect more cute dresses for Mei.
No,I don't think Akiba's love is genuine. He gets off on controlling Mei. They have nothing in common. Akiba is a lower because he's not very likable. He is incredibly obsessive though. Playing with Mei is very romantic, and sexual, for him.
Her opinion doesn't matter, and most scary yanderes are like that.
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Yahoo the inbox is open! May I ask for a Savanaclaw members reacting to finding out the player already has an so. Like the ones you did for the Octavinelle dorm. Thank you. 💖 also ahhh I just really love your stuff here!! It amazing!!
You ask and you shall receive. Also thanks for the compliment! It means a lot to me! :D
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, blood, beheading, obsession, possessiveness, murder, death
Leona Kingscholar/Ruggie Bucchi/Jack Howl-Player already has a significant other
I bet with you that Ruggie sharpens his nails. Why that is important? You will see...
So, Leona was just on the home screen, enjoying the sight of you, expecting to see your face once more...
And then there is them
Sitting just across the room, asking who “the heck is that weird looking character on the screen?”
Insult him, and you get a warning. Insult the Overseers hobbies and preferences and you will end up headless
You see where I was going with that sharpened nail thingy?
But knowing that you have a partner burns really bad
Leona is aware that he is everything else but that prince on the white horse
Heck, the horse would rather run away from him than let him ride on it
But he had hope
After all, the Overseer sees everyone equally and when you put him on the home screen on that day he thought that maybe he had caught your fancy somehow
And now he is watching how some stranger is embracing you, being way too close to you
They can be happy that you are in the room
He just wants to be somewhat decent for you
Otherwise he would have just ripped them to shreds, worlds apart or not
One word: laughing
No joke, when... they were seen by him for the first time he couldn't help but to laugh
He is just in complete denial
You see, Ruggie had always looked up to you
The kind, otherworldly being who made sure that even the despised hyenas had a chance
He even thought that you two could get along, you being free of prejudices about the lower class and all of that
When he saw them being closed to you than a normal friend would usually be he finally snaps out of denial
You two are in a relationship... oh Overseer, you are too cruel!
He really thought that what you two had was special after you placed him on the home screen
And all of the sayings, with you being equal and all of that, seemed true as well!
And then he finds out that he had no chance anyways
He just wants to use his special magic on them, make them fall down some stairs
Ruggie wants to see them bleed, cry, beg for forgiveness even if they don't know for what
He had to live such a difficult life and knew nothing else
He even looked after his family unlike so many young people in the slums who only cared about themselves
So please indulge him just for once, even if that means finding your special one in an accident which left them bloody and in a coma
Oh goodness! This is a harsh one...
From the second he spots them for the first time besides you he is agressive
It's almost like Jack threatens your significant other for just existing
Now, luckily he can't act upon the instinct to go for their jugular
You two are still separated by worlds after all
So what does he do? Huh? Let his anger out in a healthy, non-dangerous way?
Good job but no, he is extremely aggressive and dangerous during spell drive training
He has already send three freshmen into the nurse's office
Leona even had to take him off the team with how dangerous he has become
So now that this way of getting rid of anger is gone what is he supposed to do? Stand still and do nothing??!
Oh no no no. He would rather die
So suddenly the usually calm and collected student is gone, replaced with an aggressive copy of himself
All I'm saying is, is that there are more than enough students in Savannaclaw searching for trouble and who is he to deny them that?
Everyone knows that you recently visited when they see a new face in the nurses office
Jack had never been so alone, avoided by everyone
But then again, who cares if they are not you? And if someone dares to come close enough then they surely offer themselves as a punching bag, right?
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Happy birthday
"Honestly I'm still surprised how you can deal with my boy, even more that you go out of your way to all these stuff." Pops chuckled as he helped you with the bags along with Chrono while you almost dropped the heavy bags on the counter with a deep relieved sigh.
"Yeah, but I wonder why though-" Chrono grunted while putting the ingredients on the other side of the counter before leaning his back on it to cross his arms and look at you "Kai as far as I know don't and won't even care about his birthday (Y/n). You've been here enough to see that."
"Yeah, I do remember him replying once to me once that it was 'a year closer to death' when I wished him happy birthday." the old man crossed his arms over his chest while you widened your eyes for a bit in shock.
"Normally when people don't like their birthday is for a reason. A very sad reason sometimes..." You pointed out while taking the many ingredients out of the bag
"What is there for him to be sad about though?" Pops muttered in doubt as you hesitated a bit to answer, but the courage spoke louder.
"Did you guys forgot that he lived on the streets before coming here?" You mumbled before a heavy silence appeared in the room "Whatever happened before he came, was a heavy topic for him. So much that he won't even speak about it. And let's face it, living inside a yakuza house isn't one of the best healthy environments."
You looked at them before smiling a bit.
"With so much sour in his life you can understand why he does act like that. But as someone who loves him unconditionally, I want him to experience just a tad bit of sweetness in life. I want him to have at least good memories instead of traumatizing ones."
"You're such a good partner for that brat.." Pops commented as he wiped one tear out of his eye as Chrono widened his eyes at the action. Never had he saw the man crying.
"It's nothing! Really!" You waved your hands in the air "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused, I will get going from here. Thank you so much you two for helping me with the bags." You bowed to Pops and Chrono while they repeated the action.
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"Just a tad bit of chocolate..." You mumbled to yourself while mixing the ingredients together and soon putting the cake batter to the oven.
"Now we wait, decorate and beg that he doesn't have the same poker face as always..." You sighed while taking off your apron.
"Poker face?"
You shrieked loudly and let your apron fall on the ground to give the intruder a slap but your hand was quickly stopped by a more rough one, one that used gloves to be exact.
"Kai..." You gasped, dropping your hand and head with a sigh "You scared the life out of me here..."
"I won't apolitical due to the fact you tried to just slap me a few seconds ago." He muttered, his black face mask on as always.
"Oh, um the one scared to death and I don't even receive an apology." You bring your hand to your chest with a dramatic reaction while closing your eyes "Will it be a day when you don't break my heart?!"
"What are you doing?" He asked after explicit rolling your eyes at your actions. Golden eyes looking over your shoulder, the right one twitching a bit at the complete mess it was the kitchen sink.
"Don't spy on someone's else bussines, is rude." You blurted out while washing your hands.
"Is MY kitchen-" He almost gasped at felling your hands on his chest and straight up pushing him out of the room "(Y/n)-!"
"Oh my! Look at the hour! Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"(Y/n) answer me why does the counter look like a battle field!" He grunted as you "gently" pushed him out of the room with a smile.
"It doesn't. It just your mind talking-"
"I have eyes-"
"Don't you have a busy day tomorrow? Go to bed honey!"
"You know very well I-"
"Oh yeah you can't sleep without me! How sweet!" You snickered at his eyes widening at the same time his face grew at least 50 shades of red.
" I swear if someone heard you I-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm busy but I will soon be at the bed so you can punish me for whatever kinky shot you're into alright?" You tried to sniffle your laugh at how his eyes got even wider and face even redder.
"(Y/N) I SWEAR TO GOD-"
"Don't shout love, you will wake up the whole house. Go to sleep." You said before kissing his covered cheek as he gagged before closing the sliding door in his face.
He whispered shouted your name a couple of times before giving up. He could easily open the door or just use his quirk to get in... but he was tired and just decided to let you be as he walked to his room, trying to calm down his heart beat tá just remembering your words.
"Little brat..." he groaned while rubbing his face in hopes that the heavy blush would dissappear before he looked himself in the mirror.
While in the other side of the door you leaned your back on the wall with a sigh.
"I sure lost the sense of living after realizing I am his weak spot." You giggled to yourself remembering his cherry cheeks "Well, back to my chore."
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He decided to ignore the cheeky smile you holded on your stupid gorgeous face as you finally came to sleep by his side. Grumbling like a old man at how you kissed his temple before laying down with him... he was blinking in and out of sleep, your warmth and hand on his back rubbing circles helping him to finally get a bit of slumber...
Only for clock informed that it was midnight you jumped out of the bed.
"What are you doing?" He grumbled when you hurried to put some robe on as he could notice even in the dark you were trying your best to contain your smile.
"I will be right back." You whispered before stopping at the door "Stay with your eyes closed?"
"I was until someone-"
"Kai please??" You pouted a bit as he groaned, flooding back down on the mattress and closing his eyes with a annoyed sigh as he heard your footsteps getting farther and farther away enough so him couldn't listen anymore.
It was silent only for the annoying sound of crinkets outside as he breathed in and out... starting to get a bit anxious at not hearing the dammed sound of your footsteps.
When he finally heard he could feel his muscles relaxing a bit and against his actions obeyed when you told him to sit up.
"What are you playing at?" He asked in annoyance but a tad bit of curiosity at your stubbornness about him staying with eyes closed.
"Just a moment..." he heard a click sound and he could tell that even with eyes closed, the room got a bit lighter "Ok.. you can open them now!" You whispered in glee.
When he opened them he could say he was a bit shocked... he had to squint his eyes a bit, but he could see the black forest cake standing mere inches away from with a single candle lit up... the cherries on top were placed, he could tell... he soon noticed that by the messy way of decorating it was made by you... but it looked just... amazing.
"What..." he whispered in shock as he could tell by the coner of his eyes you were smiling like a little kid that opened their gifts on a Christmas eve...
"Surprise!" You whispered shouted while holding the cake, carefull to not drop "I thought that maybe this year I could be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, without anyone around to comment you know?" You mumbled as he still didn't left the state of shock he was in.
"Birthday...?" He mumbled before widening his eyes in realization and looking at you in shock "You waited to strike midnight just to..." You nodded with a smile.
"Yeah! That was why I was in the kitchen earlier ... I had to finish this in time so it could be a fresh baked cake! Sorry if it's not as good as those pantries you like so much though..."
He blinked once again, staring at you face only being illuminated by the single fire light of the candle of the sweetness you were holding it.
"I... I don't know what to say to be honest." He manage to mumble before stating down at his lap.
"Well, I did caught you out of guard so.." You stopped talking at seeing, thanks for the candle, that he lowered down his head even more while his naked shoulders shaked the slightest bit "love..?"
He didn't answer which made you worry enough to put the cake on the nightstand.
"I'm sorry, did I upset you with this-" You gasped at his hand suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling you down with strength enough to knock the air out of your lungs as his arms caged you between his chest, his face now burying on the top of your head as you laid awkwardly on his lap.
You were shocked to say the least.
"Kai..?" You muttered in the silence before hesitantly shaking a bit to get more comfortable to hug his naked form back.
You felt the slight and quiet sharp intake of breath near hour ear while you caressed his back a bit, deciding to not comment on the feel of wetness on your hair...
"I'm sorry." You muttered on his shoulder "I wanted to surprise you, not to make you feel like this .... should I have waited?"
It was quiet for a few seconds before he finally broke the hug, staring you down once again with a calm and collected look on his face despite the redness of his eyes.
"Perhaps it was a best decision... but it was a special surprise at last." He spoke quietly as you smiled at the rare cases where he cupped your cheek "why did you go out of your way, out of your schedule, to do this though? I know it's because of the date but why the bother?"
"People do crazy things when they love someone I guess..." You muttered as he blinked, the faintest of the smiles appearing on his lips.
"I suppose you're right..." he leaned in slowly to give you, you think, one of the most sweet and loving kisses you ever received from your life, making your heart to skip a beat even.
"Red suits you..." he mumbled after he broke the kiss as you chuckled.
"How can you tell I'm blushing?"
"Your cheek is warm..." he commented flatly as his thumb carried the apple of your left cheek "And the slight light of the candle helps a bit honestly..."
"Oh yeah!" You gasped, shuffling out of the bed to grab the cake once again "For some miracle is still on! Come on!" You extended the cake on just direction as he arched an eyebrow.
"Make a wish before the light go out!" You exclaimed as he deadpanned.
"I am not a child-"
"Just do this already! Or else I'm dropping this on this perfectly washed sheets!" You pouted as he shivered at the idea of getting the bed dirty.
Rolling his eyes, he inhaled a bit to blow the candle off as you cheered quietly. Shaking his head a bit he raised his hands to turn the light of the room on as you got up from the bed, still carefull to not drop the cake.
"You want a piece now?"
"Perhaps later.." he commented as you nodded, going to place the sweet back on the refrigerator maybe as you went out of the room, back a minute later "Can we sleep now?"
"Yeah yeah..." You chuckled, joining him in bed as you laid on your back, soon noticing he was staring at you even after turning the lights off. "Do you want something else?"
"I'm just surprised you didn't sing that stupid song." He muttered while laying down.
"You want me to?" You smiled in mischievous while he let out a chuckle escape his lips, allowing you to feel the slightest bit the warmth of his breath due to how close he was.
"God please no. Consider this a gift you can give it to me."
"Along with the others I got for you?" You sniffle a laugh at noticing his eyes widened.
"You what?"
"Surprise part 2, but only for tomorrow." You had the audacity to book his nose before he gently slapped your hand away.
"You're a lost cause." He sighed, his hand lowering down to hold onto your waist "... Thank you."
"Don't need to thank me for celebrating the day you were born..." You smiled at him humming and closing his eyes "I love you." You whispered while gently pecking his lips.
"... I love you too." You widened your eyes and jolted up to stare down at him as he deadpanned.
"What was that?" You smiled widely "I didn't hear you-" you totally did "Can you repeat it again?"
"I said: go to sleep you fool." He groaned while pulling you down again as you yelped and he hired a smile on your hair.
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"First time accepting a birthday wish of mine is sure surprising." Pops commented after shaking the young man hand while trying to not scolding him when he immediately changed his gloves.
"I suppose is not always about the lifespan those things..." he commented before widening his eyes at seeing you carry a lot of boxes on your hands as you smiled nervously.
"I may, MAY, have gone a bit overboard..."
"How much did you even spend on these...?" He growled, eyes darkening while glaring at you.
"It wasn't money from you! If it was I wouldn't even be able to have half of these!" Pops chuckled at the insulted gasp Chisaki let out.
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The Razor Tickle Box | Saw Fanfic
Here's my first public fic! Let me know any improvements or stuff I could make, it's all appreciated! Not overly too much plot here, just some tickles and an idea I've been obsessed with for some weeks.
And just to note I've written this so that the razor box doesn't actually have razors in it, just some sort of suction to keep the wrists in place.
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A sudden sharp pain in her neck shot Addison awake. Great, still stuck in that room, her wrists cuffed to the glass box above her. She tried craning her head round, turning it to either side, attempting to get a look at what was happening behind her.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?! Who's there!?" She knew there was someone there, she could feel their presence, but had no idea who it could be. "Let me out! Please!" She begged, looking up at her arms, which had surprisingly not started to tire out yet.
"There..." A voice behind her spoke gently, and to Addison's left, a person emerged. She recognised the woman immediately, from the short hair and the all blue outfit. Addison thought hard, trying to recall her name.
"You?! I-It's Amanda right? Get me out! Please!" Amanda looked up at her, and smiled, something that both confused and terrified Addison.
"Shut up will you... I just saved you." Amanda held up a needle, one that must have been containing the antidote that Addison had gotten stuck trying to get. "Did you seriously put both hands in that?" Amanda raised an eyebrow, pointing up to the box Addison was stuck in.
Addison watched as Amanda's eyes drifted away from her face, up to the box, and then sideways to her... armpits? Addison was only getting more and more confused, as she watched Amanda, who without speaking another word, dissappeared to behind her back.
"Wait! Where are you going?! Help me you bitch!!" Addison wondered if she would regret saying that.
"Yeah yeah, I will. But first, I just wanna test something out." Amanda was whispering up into the taller girls's ear, and if she hadn't just been in an intense death house, Addison probably would have been sightly turned on, evident by her cheeks now blushing brightly red.
"Just fucking get me out!" Addison watched as Amanda's hands appeared from behind her, and slowly made their way towards her armpits, all ten fingers beginning to gently wiggle inside, her short nails barely grazing the skin. "H-Hehehey!! W-Wahait!" Addison begun to giggle, whipping her head round wildly, her hair occasionally smacking Amanda in the face.
"What's the matter, hmm? Are we ticklish?" Amanda bit her tongue, watching as she was already trying to escape. "You're going nowhere." Amanda brought her head up to Addison's neck to whisper, the girl able to feel her breath on her ear.
"NoHOhohO! A-Ah-Amanda!" Addison was giggling like a little kid, squirming around upright, trying to move to escape the tickles, her clamped wrists prohibiting her from doing so.
"Awe, how about we go a little harder?" Amanda's fingers then begun to rapidly scratch and poke into Addison's armpits with more force, seeing an immediate reaction, as a squeal left her lips.
"AAAAH!! NONONOHOHO!! P-PAHA-PLEASE!!" Addison was now walking back and forth as far as she could, but nothing could get her away from Amanda's fingers. "I CAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAN'T!" Her words were squeaky, a pitch higher then her normal voice.
"Ohoho, you're really ticklish! I'm gonna have fun with you..." Addison's neck fliched everytime Amanda's whispered breath tickled her ear. "Hehe... tickle tickle! God you're pathetic." Amanda in an instant swapped the wiggling of her fingers to her drilling and twisting one finger into each armpit, seeing what would get her the best reaction.
"PLEEEEEEASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!! STOHOHOP IT!!!" Addison was almost hopping on the spot, jumping around on one foot to the other. She could hear Amanda giggling behind her, not once letting up her tickling torture.
"Will you please stay still! I'm not even doing anything." Amanda retracted one hand from Addison's armpit and wrapped it around her waist, essentially holding her still. "Now... now you're fucked." She could feel Amanda's lips touch her ear as she softly whispered. A single hand drifted upwards, scratching all five fingers into one of Addison's armpits, making the woman squeal once again.
"EEK!! NONONOHOT THAHAHAT!! PLEHEHEASE!!! STOHOP STOHOHOP STOOOOOOP!!" Amanda internally congratulated herself, managing to reduce her subject to a flustered, squeaky mess with ease. Meanwhile, Addison was as red as a tomato, insanely embarrassed about the way she was jumping on the spot, screaming with laughter.
"Jeez you're fucking ticklish. You're like a little baby!" Amanda brought her lips back up to her ticklee's ear. "You a baby? Little baby Addison? Little ticklish baby Addison can't handle a few pokes?" Addison was hating how flustered Amanda's teasing was making her. The few whispered words made the torment so much worse.
Surprisingly, but thankfully, Amanda ceased her tickling in an instant, also unwrapping the arm round Addison's waist. A face appeared out the corner of her eye, and she turned to see a smirking Amanda looking at her, raising a finger to point to her face.
"You blushing? Is my teasing getting you?" Amanda was right, not that Addison would let her know.
"P-Please... Amanda... I cannot do any-anymore." Addison was breathing deeply in and out, trying to regain her composure.
"Why do you think I'm giving you a break silly." Amanda's face was plastered with an absolute shit-eating grin.
A break. Addison realised that meant there would be more to come, and judging by Amanda's head disappearing once more, they were coming now. And this time there was no teasing, no warm up, no gentle start. Amanda's hands whipped round to immediately dig all fingers into the exposed armpits, wanting to give Addison one last torture.
"FUHUHUCK YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!! I-I CAHAHAN'T!! AHAHAMANDA!! NONONONOHOHOHO!!" Addison was almost screaming now, twisting rapidly at the waist, her legs dancing around, trying turn her body away from Amanda's tickling hands any direction she could.
"Oh come on, you can take just a little longer, right? Not that you have a choice..." Addison's hair was slapping Amanda straight in the face, the taller girl resorting back to swinging her head around, seemingly with no idea of how to better cope with her torture.
"YOU NEED TO STOOOHOHOHOP!!!!" Addison let one final bellow out, barely managing to fit it between her laughter. The intense tickling had really tired her out, not even having the energy to wriggle around now, standing completely still.
Noticing how breathless that scream for mercy was, Amanda figured enough was enough, and gradually reduced her tickling to a light scritch on the armpits, before removing her hands completely, resting them on her own hips.
"Alright alright..." Amanda spoke softly, leaning her head back around one of Addison's sides to look the poor girl in the face. "I'll let you go now. Well, I'm gonna have to... uhhh... chloroform you first." Amanda had a smug smile on her face, looking like she was about to leave, before giving Addison one more comment. "I... uhm... I'll keep an eye on you, I'd like to do this again." With that, she headed out of the room.
Addison really hated herself for this, but she did kinda hope she would see Amanda again, just preferably with less laughing.
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Thanks for reading! Let me know any potential improvements you may have for me. I am a huge shipper of Amanda x Addison (x Laura too) so couldn't help but include some more "romancy" things. (Lynn x Amanda supremacy though)
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hii! i love ur writing so much i just had to request for my best girl <33 (this is a bit long & angsty sorry HDJSAHD)
could u maybe do robin x gn!reader where they're bestfriends and the reader has a crush on robs but hasn't told her yet, and the reader is sorta in max's situation but when vecna attacks them they don't make it and unfortunately dies and a few days later robin was looking at the readers stuff and finds a love letter/confession letter for her? thank uu!! <3
redeem the cursed
A/N: wuf nonnie, the ANGST. don’t ask me about canon……… the rules are off in this one, fellas. (also rereading the request, i might’ve missed some of the details? sorry about that in advance!!)
Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Sometimes, the right words have their way of coming out at just the right times. Sometimes. 2.7k words.
Warnings: ST4 VOL1/2 SPOILERS, Angst, character death, vecna being a little bitch/a straight up bitch, cursing, pining, grief, canon level gore
"How're you feeling?"
Robin rubs her palm along the hunch of your back, your neck craned down, eyes fixed on your untied laces where you sit on Nancy Wheeler's couch while the rest of them root around upstairs. You’ve known about the symptoms for a day, and an hour ago you saw something you didn’t know how to comprehend. It struck, and she was the first to notice the glazed over, far off look in your eye.
“So far? Teetering.”
You’d been holed up in your room since then. Furiously going through a new package of black pens, pinky smudged with the ink even now. But you saw a massive, alien creature and heard a voice and lost your shit, rambling to her over the phone. She begged you to come along after you swore and swore into the landline’s muffled microphone. And finally agreed. But being around her didn’t make this any less difficult.
“Teetering?”
“Might puke, might pass out. Fucking exhausted,” you sigh, looking up at her as she perches on the armrest, folding her fingers between yours, and leaning her cheek on your knuckles.
“Don’t go dark on me now, buttercup, still gotta see the world, right?”
“Right,” you chuckle.
“Just… think about Paris, right? The swans, the lights, no more Hawkins.” She opens your palm across her cheek with a grin, and you can’t help but smile back at her shred of hope.
“No more Hawkins,” you parrot softly, leaning your temple against her thigh.
Steve clops down the stairs, whistling, and the kids perk up when he orders, “C’mon, let’s go, in the car”—he points to you—“You’re comin’ with me. Babysitting duty. Robin: go get changed.”
“Yessir,” she teases, patting his back as he bounds put the door, swinging his keys around his finger. She peers down at you, tilting her head and pulling you to stand right in front of her. So close, count her pretty freckles. “Stay safe. Love you.”
And you take a deep breath. Her hand comes to your chin, and you hope to God she’s not just inspecting you. That she’s really looking this time. That she could feel the same ache in her chest that you do each time she laughs. That her heart beats a little faster at your mindless innuendos or when she sees you pop through the Family Video door.
“I love you, too, comet. Try not to go insane while I’m gone.” And she laughs and turns when Nancy calls for her.
“No promises! Keep us updated,” she chirps, waving goodbye.
“Sure thing.”
Kicking at the shoebox you set under the driver’s seat, you wish everything would go back to normal. You wish you could take a nap and wake up and spring break will be over and you won’t feel this sinking terror anymore. Max holds your hand between her thigh and yours, and her head rests against your shoulder. You close your eyes, and Steve pulls the beamer across the gravel in front of Max’s house. It births a thick grey cloud, and you hop out of the car. Max takes off running from behind you and up her steps.
Steve rolls down his window when you lean against the car door.
“How you holdin’ up back there? Would’ve let you ride shotgun, but Henderson called it, and I am a man of my word,” he teases, leaning across the sill to squint up at you.
You chuckle.
“I respect it. Every driver needs his co-pilot,” you sigh, “besides, I promised to see Max through this shit show. Anything to help the kid out.”
He nods and sits back, fiddling with the lock and humming to the low radio.
“You wish Robin invited you along, huh?”
You click your tongue and duck your head, laughing when he pokes your side and beams up at you before sidling back into his seat.
“I mean, the kids are great, don’t get me wrong but… obviously, I love spending as much time with her as possible,” you mumble. But he doesn’t laugh or console or anything. His breathing goes shallow and dragged out. And you turn to look at him when he licks his lips.
“So ridiculous… don’t you think now’s a good time to give it up?” he says with a casual shrug, but he doesn’t look at you, even when he goes on, just staring straight ahead, “you’re helpless, admit it. The world is ending, and if she didn’t love you before, she never will.”
“Steve, what are you… what’re you talking about?”
Your heart sinks because that’s not Steve. You glare at him, and suddenly he snaps. And in a deep voice that’s not his own, with eyes devoid and cloudy, he grumbles out, “You’re still waiting? After all this time. You never learn, do you?”
You cover your mouth and sob, trying to stumble away from the car when he gets out, but you trip on a rock and scrape your elbow scrambling across the ground. That’s not Steve. His once young face morphed into slime and veins and sunken eyes.
“Pathetic. You see why you belong with me now, don’t you? Because no one else will accept you. Your friends don’t care about you. You can’t run from it. No matter how hard you try, you’re better off crawling back to me.”
“That’s not true,” you pant, blood staining the sleeve of your shirt, ripping further down the seam when he catches you by the arm. And his claws dig against your skin, spewing fire through your marrow.
“Stop lying to yourself.”
“Steve!” you shout, “Robin, please!”
But it echoes back in a screech, a whine, demented and ringing as the sky bleeds a thick red. Spiraling out through low hanging clouds that swirl and spin and get stuck in your throat. He laughs, deep and harsh, lifting you off the ground and tossing you back against a slick, crawling pillar.
“She does not need you. She never did,” he says with a wet gushing when you scream again. “You could be free from this. All of this. Guilt. Futility. This is your destiny. This is how it ends.”
Against your own will, kicking and squirming, you rise up the pole, face to face with one of the cheerleaders in your english class. Her mouth is cracked open, and tears spring in your eyes when the creature creeps closer and your back slides further upward. And the pressure on your spine is crushing. You can barely breathe with a vine wrapped around your waist.
“Let me go,” you huff. But the air is punched from your lungs and your arms are tugged taut.
“Stop resisting. You cannot win. Just like she cannot love you.”
And when resisting becomes too hard, you surrender. His long fingers creep into view, blocking out the low red light beaming from above.
“Please,” you squeak. But there’s no more fight left. It drains from you, and shock leaves you senseless. Numb to the crackling of your own broken bones. His eyes flash between his knobby knuckles, and you feel the vomit swarming in your throat. And everything goes dark.
There’s a voice calling your name right before it’s over. Muffled and distant, metallic, almost shrill. Chanting your name and shaking your shoulders, but the world is dark. In fact, there’s no world at all. Just the absence of it.
Steve waits to tell Robin. Lets her believe you went home safe, decided the action wasn’t for you. But he knows the truth flew into the air and crashed into his arms, limp and cold, and he was shuddering and sniffling when they carried you to the trunk. It felt brutal, and no one spoke on the way to the graveyard. Steve took care of your body even when Hawkins shattered at the threading. Split into quarters, shockwaves of plasma and light.
And when slippery onyx tentacles strapped Robin to the wall, he thought it was the end. He couldn’t let her die without knowing the truth. So he told her. From across the room, he hollered it, with tears in his eyes, he watched her face fall. A frown tugging and pulling. Her muscles going soft even stretched across the mansion’s crumbling wall. The panic set in. It was life or death for her, and you didn’t have a choice. You were seconds away from knowing how to stop him. She wasn’t there to save you. She could have saved you.
The gym was crowded. Bustling and broken arms and legs and leftover clothes from old money families. His face steels when he reads your letter in the back seat of his car. And it takes him twenty minutes to steady his breathing. And even after the fact, his chest flutters, ready to sob walking across the squealing gym floor.
“Hey,” Steve huffs, cheeks damp with a small shoebox tucked under his arm, other hand holding a plain white envelope with no address and no stamps. Just her name. In haphazard cursive across the back.
“I think this is for you.”
“You wrote me a letter? C’mon, Steve. Read the damn room—”
“Not from me.” He chokes and has to turn away when Robin glances down at the envelope pinched between his fingers. She takes it and sits down on one of the empty cots, scanning and scanning and fussing over your finical handwriting and the scrawl of the last ink your pen could spit out. She closes her eyes and flips open the unsealed lip, still sticky but not wet. Inside, there’s a folded piece of lined paper nestled neatly into the bottom edge of the pocket.
And she slips it out. And unfolds the paper, chuckling because both sides are inky and a little smudged, and the creases are set down the middle. Nearly torn. Like you spent hours tirelessly folding and unfolding and folding the sheet, studying your own writing like it might change last second. Like the things you write will become any less you if you blink hard enough.
She takes a shuddering breath in reading the first word squeezed against the top left corner.
Buckley,
I hope this letter finds you well but who the fuck knows considering it's the end times. I mean, Hawkins has always been like those old rollercoasters they lug around every summer, all rusty and unpredictable and always about to hurl you head first into the afterlife. I remember heading down to the fairgrounds every fourth of July and begging you to go on the Zipper with me. You would remind me how much I hated it last year and warn me over and over, but you always spent your four tickets just for me to be clinging to you by the end. Definitely on the verge of puking all that cotton candy up. God, it was so easy to live back then. To just be alive and still breathing and have that be enough. I miss it.
Sorry I took so long to write your letter. I know you always loved the suspense. All that ‘will they, won't they’ romcom bullshit. But enough of the waiting. I'll tell you why it took so long, and it's not because I'm a tease or a wuss or whatever. I just didn't know what to say. Or what to write, I guess. All I knew is it had to be perfect, but I had nothing to say. I'd put pen to paper and end up with a bin full of sappy openers scribbled on leftover card stock. Finally figured notebook paper would be easier to manage. Trust me when I say it's so goddamn hard to keep my lines straight. Anyways, back to my last chance Armageddon sob story.
I guess I should start from the beginning (ironic, isn't it?). It was my first day at Hawkins middle, sitting next to the girl wearing baggy cutoffs with her hair all wild and thinking, 'maybe moving away from home won't be so bad after all' because you smiled and offered me a piece of bright pink bubblegum, and the rest is history. The next seven years were just me borrowing your new tapes and lying around in my room and scouring the corner store on Fridays, and yet I can still distinguish every single day from the next. You made 'em all special, Buckley.
I tried to write this one first, you know. Spent hours and hours trying to figure it out, but nothing sounded right. Nothing could ever top John Hughes’ scripture. Everything I wrote sounded so monotonous. Felt like one of the infinite monkeys, but I couldn't get anywhere near Shakespeare expertise. Not for you, at least. You make me nervous even in spirit. Need a goddamn twelve step every time you're not around. Call me cheesy, but it's true. It's crazy the way you never failed to make me feel wanted, and now I don't know what there's left to say. I mean, these are my last words. Technically.
So, I guess, here goes nothing. (Sorry in advance for the gag-worthy soliloquy; I know it's ridiculous):
I love you. And if I said it out loud, I know you'd say it back, but you wouldn't get it. It'd be a joke thing like 'ha ha, yeah, babe, gnarly as hell, love you, too,' and I know you always meant well, but I meant it. I meant it like I couldn't go a single day without seeing your face or hearing your voice or asking Harrington about you. Like I'd feel all out of place, and then I'd pull into your driveway and this massive weight would be lifted off my shoulders. You're magic, Buckley, I need you to know that. I've had a crush on you since that first day. I made every excuse in the book for seven years to follow you around like a puppy dog hoping one day you'd throw me a bone. (In fact, I'm still riding on that 'right people, wrong time' excuse). I'm sorry I didn't say something before it was too late for us.
And I'm sorry for all the plans we made together. I'm sorry I won't get to see you graduate. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't pick up the phone, and I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I'm sorry for being a shitty person most of the time. I'm sorry I kept you waiting, and I'm sorry for leaving. But most of all, I'll be sorry for the rest of my life that I never got to tell you how I felt in person.
But trust me, I will not be sorry for our time. And I will not be sorry for knowing you. I mean, really knowing you. There's nothing like it. You're my comfort zone and safety blanket and trust exercise, and I know all of my secrets are safe in that bottomless vault of yours. Honestly, there's no one I'd rather be in love with. I know, one day, you're gonna make someone feel so important. Just promise me you'll let yourself love and be loved in return. It's the meaning of life, comet, and who are we to neglect our purpose?
Even though ours is something I wanted to last forever, sometimes you just don’t get that lucky. No matter how desperate you end up by the end. I used to curse Hawkins, and now I guess Hawkins has cursed me, huh? Gave me all these awesome memories and people—and you—only to screw me over within a decade, and I probably won't even get a proper goodbye in. Well, this is it: goodbye. Don't forget about me, okay? Actually, more importantly, don't forget about you. I hope you make it out alive. If I can’t, I want you to. For me. I swear on all of it: out of everyone in this shitty little town, I'm gonna miss you most. So you better get back out there. And I promise I’ll wait for you. So take your time because there's no one like you, Buckley. I'm serious.
Can't wait to see you again,
your favorite loser and number one fan
P.S. if you forget our handshake, I'm haunting you forever. XOXO!
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Okay so I know that you talked about the Crosshair fic you plan to work on, HOWEVER, I saw your kinks request list and my mind in in full gear now.
So I raise you with Crosshair being so overstimulated by the reader that he begs them to stop or at the very least slow down. Do you understand the kind of power that can hold over me? How fucking useless I am just staring into space and sighing dreamily at this idea? I blame you wholeheartedly because now I’m stuck looking at a wall and not getting anything done
Authors note: I just want you to know, where ever you are in the world, you and I are on the same wavelength. I hear you, I see you, I feel you.
So my current ✧・゚: Crossy ✧・゚ ; WIP is very similar in regards to just completely obliterating Crosshair. But, I had another similar idea that I decided to put here, since it burst forth from me with little to no warning. Seems to be a theme. This fic also made me realize that half of my blog is just, sucking clone dick. Ummmm, oops? I swear I have non-blowjob content coming( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) soon.
Relationships: Crosshair/GN!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Oral(male receiving), Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Crosshair shooting his rifle at a range,
"I'm bored."
Crosshair doesn't bother looking your direction, feeling the way your tone tells him everything. He knows you're watching him from behind with your arms crossed, there's no need for him to see.
"Then find something to keep yourself busy."
Of course he'd say that, as if he wasn't the one who'd dragged you out here to begin with. You use the term 'dragged' loosely however, as you were the one who had wanted to spend some time with him, and this was how it had ended up.
The long range shooting gallery was used far less than the normal one, given that sniper training was a special skill set that not every clone utilized constantly. And as such it was completely empty today, other than you and Crosshair.
He prefers it this way, meanwhile you find it incredibly boring.
There wasn't even anyone else to talk to, since Crosshair failed to make an entertaining conversation while he was too busy boring holes into a target plate. If there was a reg here you might've attempted to make him jealous for some sort of entertainment, even if it had the chance of backfiring horribly.
Walking forward across the room, you move to lean against the small divider that separates one shooting lane from another. He glances to the side at you for a moment, but ultimately doesn't comment. You don't either, until you notice the way his brow furrows; Intensely concentrated on something that for him, doesn't really require too much effort.
"Awfully focused, isn't this stuff just a joke for you?" He fires another shot, furthering his attempt at making something out of the blaster holes. You can't quite tell what it is yet, though he only started recently.
"You are really full of incredible commentary today, aren't you?"
“As always.” You scoff. Your eyes slowly travel down his arms and to his hands, seeing the way his hands wrap around his rifle. Compared to his brothers and the regs Crosshair is remarkably lithe, seeing the way his fingers move from years of muscle memory and intense focus. He was quite literally born for this, and takes every single shot no matter how easy as serious as he would if it was real.
You wonder what it would take for him to lose that focus, since he seems so damn insistent on boring you near or to death.
Glancing downward even further you notice the space between the walls of the shooting lane and his legs, hidden and mostly out of view. It gives you an idea; One that's strong enough to have you quickly on your knees, squeezing down to get into the hidden area shadowed by the table his rifle rests on. Needless to say Crosshair instantly notices, and leans back just enough to look at you down there.
"And what exactly are you doing?" It takes you a moment to figure out what you need to pull it in order to remove his armor, not looking up as your fingers feel around his hips.
"Finding something to keep me busy. Like you said." Managing to figure out the complex and unintuitive way to get the offending piece of armor off, you hear him take another shot with his rifle; Leaning forward into proper form again. He didn't even object to it, nor did he attempt to care.
Well, if he's going to just act like he isn't bothered, you'll take the whole thing as a challenge then.
The groin seam of a GAR sanctioned body glove is easy to use, something you’ve never really been thankful for until now. Your hand slips between the fabric, gently pulling out his cock from where it laid against his thigh.
Licking your palm from wrist to fingertip your wrap your hand around his cock and slowly move back and forth, feeling him twitch against your palm. He doesn’t audibly react that you notice, nor any other way than just a slight adjustment of his stance.
But his cock is already half hard so you know he’s affected by it, leaning forward to blow air gently against the tip. Adjusting on your knees you lean your head forward just enough to press your lips against his tip, dragging them down the side of his cock all the way to the base.
The sound of metal on metal clanking you assume is because he's messing with a piece of his rifle, while you drag your lips back to the tip of his cock and slowly wrap your mouth around him.
He fires another shot as your tongue laps against the large vein on the underside of his cock, your hands gripping at the armor on his thighs to hold yourself steady. He adjusts his stance again, forcing your body to follow just a tad. While he may seem unaffected, you'd say you know Crosshair quiet well; Enough so that he isn't actually all that subtle, you just need to know what to look for. His one foot is fidgeting, and he's standing more ridged than normal.
"You best be hoping no one else decides to practice today." No one will; Out of all the times you've been in here, you've maybe seen a handful of regs.
Despite his best efforts however you notice the way his voice sounds almost strained, feeling the way your lips gently wrap around his cock while the taste of precum hits your tastebuds. Moaning around him you adjust on your knees, moving to wrap a hand around the base of his cock that your mouth can't reach without him almost hitting your throat.
You think he grumbles something but it's too muffled for you to hear, and your mouth is too full to try and ask him what he said. It was probably some sort of angry mumble at you doing this to him, feeling your touch become harder, faster. Your hand pumps him faster with the rhythm of your bobbing head, glancing up to see the way he's still leaning over onto the tabletop.
It's been awhile since you've heard his rifle; He hasn't fired a shot for a considerable amount of time.
Pulling your mouth off his cock for a moment to take a deep breath of air, you quickly wrap your lips around him again bobbing your head and listening to the way he lets out an audibly surprised sound.
"K-kriff," Suddenly you feel his hand on your head, attempting to push you back but with little to no avail. You keep going, only emboldened by the way he's finally cracked.
"You gotta cool it down there." You have no plans to do any such thing, taking him as deeply into your mouth as you can while your hand grips at the plates of his armor. It makes spit pool in your mouth as he presses against the back of your tongue, but the way he almost crumples as you moan around him is well worth it.
"Seriously, you gotta-" He hisses through gritted teeth, hearing the sound of his rifle's stand wobble on the rest. His legs are noticeably less stable, and his body is leaned forward, supporting himself by putting his forearms on the table. You can hear the way he's clearing his throat and attempting not to moan, having completely abandoned any further attempts to shoot. He can't handle the way your tongue presses against his cock, feeling you moan with each movement of your head; Mouth completely full.
He lets out a loud, almost hiss-like groan, clearly muffled by a clenched fist as his hips suddenly thrust forward in the direction of your mouth.
“Kriff, slow down,”
He can’t keep up the unaffected ploy anymore, holding the edge of the table with a death drip.
You hear his first slam on the table multiple times, and it's more than fair to assume he's completely overwhelmed, desperately seeking more as his cock throbs in your mouth.
The motion makes his helmet topple to the ground, rolling across the floor until it stops a short ways away.
His one leg is bent a little almost buckling underneath him, feeling the way your mouth is almost suffocatingly hot around him. He swears loudly, cutting himself off by gritting his teeth. Now he's the one hoping no one will want to practice here tonight, as he'd rather do a million other things than be caught like this as you suck him off.
Hearing him helplessly groan he can't handle anymore of you and suddenly finishes in your mouth, hands flexing as he grips the edge of the table tight as he can without breaking it. He feels the way your mouth wraps around him, moving as you swallow and his hips jerk forward attempting to press deeper. You have to pull back enough to swallow, hearing his ragged breathing.
A small bit of spit trails down the corners of your mouth, and you slowly, teasingly pull your lips off his cock before wiping your mouth. Now free from your torture Crosshair leans back upright and looks down, spotting you.
It's the first time you've seen his face in a bit, and you can clearly see how warm it is, as well as the way his brow is furrowed; Refusing to make full eye contact with you.
"Are you done?" He says, glancing down at you for a moment and seeing the way you lick your lips.
"Are you?" It almost makes you laugh the way he visibly bristles, adjusting himself and his armor back into place before all but slamming his rifle into it's case and snapping the latches closed.
Getting up off of your knees Crosshair grasps your wrist and nearly starts dragging you, forcing you to have to trot in order to keep up. You can still see his face from his nose to the tips of his ears are flushed, his lips pursed tight. Of course now however a few unfortunate regs decided to step right in his way as you walk into the hallway, and Crosshair slams shoulders with one on the way out.
"Sorry!" Is the only thing you can yell over your shoulder before they're out of eyesight, all confused about what had just happened. You turn back to Crosshair and look at him, raising your eyebrows.
"Soooo, am I in trouble?" The look he gives you could cut durasteel.
Yeah, you're in trouble.
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Mob wandanat x ftm reader
Summery:feeling really dysphoric y/n goes to seek comfort in his girlfriends only they don’t he’s trans
Word Count:1,498
Warnings: typical mob boss fic violence(not to R)
“You had one job! Make sure a small shipment of weapons get to the Asgardians. But what do you do?” Natasha had enough of this guy, he almost never did his job well no matter how easy. She was surprised he wasn’t a fed or a cop.
Wanda put her hands on the table. “You fell asleep.” Wanda’s tone was light and mocking but still threatening. She too, had had enough of his shit.
Wanda was seen as the more emotional of the two but in reality Natasha was just more restrained and better at hiding it.
Wanda leaned in closer, tilting her head slightly. “We have given you more than enough chances. So unless you were up at the hospital for a loved one all night-" Natasha cut in for a second. “Which we know you weren’t.” “Than there’s no excuse.”
“Wait! Please I can explain!” No one was listening to his attempt to save himself. Wanda leaning back with her arms crossed rolling her eyes.
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The day had sucked so much for you. Dysphoria was really being a bitch today. You’d been home alone all day just trying to cope. Putting on the baggiest clothes you, Nat, and Wanda had, and trying to do things that make you feel masculine.
Key word “trying” but for the most part you were to depressed to actually get out of bed to do them.
You called Peter, a young guy Nat had taken under her wing, he mainly did office and tech type stuff for them. He was trans too so you were able to rant to him about it, but he had work to do so you were only able to talk for a little bit.
Wanda and Nat said they were in their office in the basement about 20 minutes ago. You knew that that meant they were either having a meeting with people they deeply trusted like the Asgardians, or someone was probably about to die.
You knew you should probably not go down there but you needed them. But they also didn’t know you’re a guy, you’d realized it after you’d already started dating. Them helping Peter pay for stuff like top surgery and testosterone helped you feel better but you were still worried.
You wanted to tell them, especially after you learned Peter’s trans too, but he’s the only person you’ve told. Your overly anxious brain knew they probably wouldn’t mind, especially with Wanda being pan and Nat bi, but the 0.001% chance they wouldn’t be scared the shit out of you. They’re your girlfriends after all, you love them to death so the idea of not having them was terrifying.
After quite literally an hour of debating it you decided to go down.
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Walking up you heard them talking quietly then some guy yelling begging for this life pretty much. Yep, normal week with your mob boss girlfriends.
The door was cracked open so you peeked in and saw your girlfriends and a few of their people and the begging guy.
Natasha was in the middle of grabbing her pistol when she saw you. You usually never came down here when you knew they had others with them, but she immediately noticed how sad you looked.
Seeing her wife pause Wanda looked where she was and had a similar train of thought.
Natasha looked over at Bucky while Wanda was already going over to you. “Deal with this.” He nodded and she was out of the room with her wife.
Wanda gently held your face in her hands “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry.” “Did someone do something?” Natasha asked making sure she didn’t need to go back in and tell Bucky about a change in plans.
You just shook your head no and leaned into Wanda’s touch.
They both looked over at each other. In any other circumstance they’d find you maddeningly adorable, in their baggy clothes with a small blanket draped over your head and shoulders, but with the look on your face all they were was worried.
Natasha put a comforting hand on your back. “How about we go back upstairs? It’s not exactly comfortable down here.” You nodded.
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Sitting on the couch in-between them was nice. It always helped you feel better.
“What’s wrong detka?” Wanda asked rubbing your back as you curled into yourself.
They knew this wasn’t a normal depressive episode. You usually just texted them or asked Pietro, Peter, or Yelena and Fanny to come over.
You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to think of what to say but you didn’t know and didn’t really want to hear your own voice. You eventually just crumbled and finally let out the tears you’ve been holding back all day.
“Oh dorogoy.” Natasha said pulling you closer letting you cry into her shoulder. Wanda started singing old Sokovian lullabies she remembered her parents singing to her knowing they helped you relax, and Natasha just whispered things like “It’s ok.” and “We’re here.” to you.
It took a while until you felt like you could talk without your voice shaking, but you still didn’t know what to say. Luckily they talked first.
“Feeling better?” “A little.” Nat just nodded. “You feeling up to telling us what happened?” Wanda asked. “You sure we don’t have to kill anyone?” Nat joked, partly. You chuckled at her making them both relax. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You paused. “It’s just, been a really bad day.” “Why?” “Um.” They both could see you tense up again.
Nat gently lifted your head from her shoulder so she could look at you. “You can tell us anything.” Wanda cut in. “Especially if it’s something that upsets you.” You looked between them both then your lap. Wanda gave you her hand knowing you liked playing with her rings, especially when you’re anxious.
“Um, it’s just" you took a deep breath remembering all the things Peter had said when you’d talk about wanting to come out to them. “D-dysphoria has just been really, really bad today.” They looked at each other quickly but you didn’t see it to busy with Wanda’s rings.
“What do you mean detka?” Hey both had a couple guesses but weren’t sure about any of them. “Uh, gender dysphoria." “In which way detka?” “The trans guy way.”
After a few seconds of silence Natasha moved to kneel in front of you. “Hey.” She said in the softest tone you’d ever heard from her, causing you to look at her. “Firstly, that’s perfectly fine with us.” Wanda nodded now holding your hand. “Secondly, what’s your name?” You just looked a her surprised for a moment, you didn’t know if it was because you didn’t expect it or because of how nice it felt. “Y/N.” “It fits you.”
You sniffled and chuckled. “Damn it you’re gonna make me cry again.” They both chuckled as well. “As long as they’re happy tears this time.” Wanda said before kissing your forehead. “When did you figure this out?” Nat asked moving to sit next to you again. “Like, 4 or 5 months ago.” “Did you talk to anyone about it?” You nodded. “Peter.” They had a look of ‘of course’ on their faces. “Remind me to pay that kid more.” Nat told you, causing both you and Wanda to laugh.
“We love you malysh.” Nat said kissing you. “What’s that mean?” You asked, and they both just smiled more. Wanda kissed you. “We love you baby boy.”
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After a long talk about what you were and weren’t fine with, such as pet names, they immediately switched to what you liked and didn’t slip up once. And as soon as it was ok with you they told their people about it and would give anyone who messed up a death glare, even though most of the time it was a slip up. Natasha’s family visited shortly after they’d told everyone of the change and even Alexei got glared at and presumably scolded by Natasha in Russian. You felt a little bad for the Russian himbo.
They also did everything that you needed to feel comfortable in your body, whether it was hormones, surgery, or helping you change your name, they happily did it. When they were helping you find a binder at the beginning and found out from you and Peter that you have to buy binders online you both blinked and they started plans to make a binder store. They of course let you both name it.
New York’s a progressive place but god forbid someone is purposefully transphobic to you or Peter, with how many eyes they have around they will hear about it and that person will seemingly blip out of existence that week. They hid that from you both though.
People quickly learned that they may be ruthless bosses of a criminal empire but transphobia, especially to you, would put you at the end of said ruthlessness.
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I have a request if your accepting for a super angsty Eddie one shot post vol 2 (where he lives) and deals with bad ptsd/depression/poor coping skills (drinking and drugs) from what he experienced with Chrissy and the upside down (because I think any normal person would struggle with seeing people die and then almost dying yourself) and his girlfriend refusing to leave his side and trying to help him through it. Love your writing, it’s phenomenal!
Hi! Thank you for the compliment <3
I honestly could have written like 10k words for this because I love angsty stuff but I had to stay within my set limits for requests. It also might not be exactly what you wanted, not sure, but I hope you like it anyway!
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: Mentions of trauma, suicide, death, drugs and alcohol. Also Eddie is drunk and a lil mean in this one at first.
Also on: AO3
Eddie’s old van made loud noises as you made your way back from the store, the back filled with groceries, mostly frozen, that would get you through at least another week. You didn’t want to leave more than once a week at the moment, it felt like it was too risky.
Too risky with him.
Leaving him alone almost made your stomach twist and turn because you saw how much he was suffering even with you there. He tried to hide it so hard, but you could see right through him.
He was in so much pain and probably didn’t sleep more than a few hours every night. So did you. As much as you tried to comfort him, he would wake up every night with loud screams of terror as the memories were eating him alive.
Vecna, the bats attacking him, Chrissy dying in his own living room.
After the trailer got destroyed, he was living with you in one of the smaller apartments your parents owned. They were thankfully a little out of town, not affected by the earth ripping open.
You didn’t want to put him through family life. He wasn’t ready for that. He was barely ready to leave the house, seeing the portals did something to him and his mental health.
With the groceries in your arm, you walked up the pair of stairs and could already hear the loud metal music blasting. At first your neighbors had complained but as soon as they realized that your parents owned the apartments, they had stopped.
As soon as you opened the door, the disgusting smell of weed came right at you. Fuck.
You left the groceries at the door, completely forgotten and hurried into the small living room where he was dancing to the song on the couch, a joint in one hand, a bottle in the other hand and you had the sinking feeling that it wasn’t water. He was only wearing his boxershorts, the room was a mess and for fucks sake, you had only been gone for an hour.
“Eddie, what the fuck?” you yelled but he didn’t hear you over the music, just screaming alongside the song.
You sighed and went over to the music player, turning it off. Only that got his attention.
“Hey!” he complained and jumped down from the couch he was standing on, landing right in front of you. You felt sick in your stomach as you could smell the alcohol mixing with weed right in front of you and as you looked down to the bottle, you saw it was vodka. You had no idea where he even got that from, you for sure didn’t buy it.
He had done this before, multiple times. That’s why you didn’t want to leave him without supervision. As soon as he was alone, his mind started to wander, thinking about everything that had happened and he couldn’t handle it. Babysitting him around the clock wasn’t an option though, you had to eat after all.
“Eddie, please,” you begged and tried to take the bottle from him, but he just jerked it away, spilling a little on the floor before taking a huge sip out of spite. “Are we really doing this?”
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” he said, words not in a twist yet. “I finally feel fine.”
“You’re far from fine,” you sighed and shook your head, reaching for the bottle again but he once again pulled it away, walking away from you.
“Oh, you my therapist now?” he barked back, and you winced slightly, his words sounded so aggressive.
“No, but I wish you’d see one.” You knew it wasn’t an option. There was no explanation he could give an outsider to what had happened to him. It was only you and him. The rest of the gang too, especially Dustin, but you didn’t want to let a kid deal with this. The trauma was settled deep in Eddie’s bones.
“Just leave me alone,” he grunted and took another sip, then putting the joint back into his mouth. You really didn’t know how to deal with all of this and yet you had to try. For him.
“You know I won’t leave you.” A deep sigh left you as you passed him, opening the window to let a little fresh air inside. Otherwise, the smell would kill you.
“Wish you did,” he muttered, and your heart felt like it stopped for a moment. You turned to him and he blew smoke right into your face.
“You don’t mean that.” He for sure didn’t. It was just the drugs and the alcohol speaking out of him, mixing with his trauma. You let your eyes gaze across his body for a moment, looking at all the scars that covered him.
“See, that’s also a reason why I want you to piss off,” he snapped at you. You raised your eyes back up and found his stormy ones. A knot was building in your stomach and it was for sure not the good kind.
“You're not speaking for yourself. It’s the demons inside of you,” you tried to explain to him because your Eddie would never say something like that. He would tell you how much he loves you, how much he needs you and how happy he is that you’re by his side.
This Eddie in front of you wasn’t yours. It was the one the Upside Down had created back then.
“So what? They might be right. All you do is try to fix me. There’s no fixing this!” he almost yelled and gestured along his body for a moment. You knew exactly that he was trying to mention the scars but couldn’t. They wouldn’t go away, he would always carry them with him, for the rest of his life.
That’s exactly why you didn’t want him to be miserable. Those scars showed what he had survived, that he wasn’t just a survivor but a hero. Explaining that to him had been in vain though.
“I’m not trying to fix you, you idiot,” you started, feeling the anger bubbling inside of you. It was wrong to be angry at him, but his words hurt. “I’m trying to be here for you so you can get better on your own.”
“Maybe I don’t want to!” he really yelled this time, and a shiver ran down your spine. He was kind of scary like that, but you were still convinced he’d never hurt you.
“You know that’s not true,” you whispered while shaking your head. He had told you a few days ago that he wished he could go back to his normal self. You had told him he just needed time to heal but he didn’t want to hear it. “But you need to stop with the drugs and drinking. I was gone for only an hour and you’re already like this.”
“Funny, isn’t it? The first time I feel fine in a while you try to take it from me.” The drunken anger was displaying on his features, and he stepped closer to you, making you take a step back.
“I’m not taking anything from you. I just don’t want you to die from alcohol poisoning,” you hissed as your back hit the wall and he just grinned at you, taking another breath from his joint to breathe into your face.
“I’m not dying from alcohol poisoning. If I die, it’s from all those sweet pills.” Alarm bells rang in your ears and you looked past him, scanning the living room.
“What pills?” Anxiety was replacing the anger inside of you when you couldn’t see anything. You looked back up at him. “Eddie, what pills?!”
Your heart was hammering against your chest. Drugs and alcohol didn’t mix well, a joint fine but pills? And how many? Fuck.
Fucking shit.
“Answer me, you asshole!” you yelled and pushed against his chest, making him lose his balance. He stumbled backwards and almost fell over his own feet, but he just hit the back of the couch with his backside.
“Feisty,” he said with a chuckle, and you wanted to punch him. Your hands were shaking and you felt how tears were gathering in your eyes.
“Just tell me, for fucks sake! I don’t want you to die, I can’t lose you a second time!” The tears slipped out and that seemed to do something. He bit his bottom lip and chewed on his for a moment.
He stared at you for a while, his eyes a mix of anger and sadness and you didn’t really know what to say anymore. Back when he had basically died in your arms, it had been the worst moment of your life. You had thought he was dead, your mind clouded with all the worst thoughts. Without Steve carrying him out of the Upside Down, Nancy taking care of Dustin and Robin supporting you, he wouldn’t have made it. You wouldn’t have made it. You had been ready to stay down there with him, by his side, no matter what.
“I didn’t take any,” he admitted with a sigh, the anger slowly leaving his features.
“What?” you sobbed out, wiping the tears away to get a clearer look at him. He was still breathing hard, anger in his veins but he had always hated it when he made you cry. He couldn’t stand it.
“I wanted to, believe me, but I didn’t.” He walked around the couch and sat down, face in his hands. The smell of alcohol and sweat was all around him.
“Why?” you whispered as you walked around the couch, coming to a halt in front of him.
“Why? Do you really have to ask that?” he gritted out between his teeth, looking up at you. “Look at me.” He waved a hand around his body, making you look at all the scars covering him.
You wanted to reach out for him, but you had a feeling he didn’t want that right now. Not knowing how to help him was eating you alive.
“I’m a mess. I don’t know how those kids handle the death that’s around them all the fucking time. Maybe I’m just a weak loser, who knows, but after all that death I had to watch? Chrissy, Patrick, hell, I almost died myself! I’ll never get rid of the sound of their bones cracking, their eyeballs vanishing. Sometimes it still feels like the bats are biting me, eating me alive.” While he talked, he got up from the couch, pacing around the living room like a tiger in a cage.
You knew how bad it was for him, but he had never said it like that. You bit your bottom lip and reached out for him, catching his arm to stop him. He looked at you for a long moment and your heartbeat was loud in your ears. If you were honest, you had no idea what to say. You couldn’t exactly relate to him but then again, you could.
“I know nothing I will say can make it undone,” you started, gripping his arm a little tighter, “but please don’t push me away. I want to stay by your side and help you as much as I can, but I can’t do that if you keep trying to kill yourself.”
His jaw clenched at your words, and he didn’t look at you, looked out the window instead. “I just don’t know how to deal with this and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Your heart clenched at his words. Had he really tried to push you away so you couldn’t get hurt by his behavior? You shook your head.
“That’s stupid. Pushing away someone in that situation doesn’t help at all.” You took his face in your hand and pulled his head around to you, so he had to look at you. “I love you, Edward Munson. I will stay by your side no matter how hard it gets, but please, don’t push me away. If you don’t know how to cope and deal with your emotions, talk to me. We will figure something out.”
His eyes got a little teary at your words and you weren’t sure if it was because of his real emotions or the drunken state, maybe both. Without saying a word, he just nodded and pulled you into a hug, almost crushing you.
“I hate fighting with you,” he mumbled and placed a kiss at the top of your head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend to make you cry.”
“I know,” you sighed and buried your face in his chest.
This would be a long journey, but it was one you were willing to take.
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Request for a vllain whumpee + intimate whumper?
EEK 🤩 I HAVENT DONE VILLAIN/HERO STUFF YET BUT YAY I LOVE IT!!! (Villain Whumpee, hero whumper incoming 💥 I hope this is okay!)
CW: Shock collar, Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Non-con kissing, Hero Whumper, Villain Whumpee, Kidnapping, Captivity, Swearing (later edit: Ima add defiant Whumpee because I think villain is a lil bit)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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"This isn't fair, Hero! This isn't an equal fight!"
Villain desperately clawed at the power-dampener collar Hero had managed to latch tightly around their throat, metallic prongs stabbing deep into the nape of their neck. Rendering them completely useless yet extremely pliable to drag them kicking and screaming back to Hero's base.
It was so dehumanising. Embarassing. A brutal death was ensured for anyone who ever found out that Hero had managed to collar them so damn easy.
They felt like an animal; they felt like a dog and not the number one nemesis of the city - extraordinary power beyond belief that made people shudder in fear, ducking and running at the mere sound of their name.
Now they just felt weak. A sense of nothingness without their abilities. Just a normal, mundane human - completely vulnerable and powerless in stopping Hero. That thought paralysed their heart with terror.
"You lost the right to an equal fight the second you went down. That's how it works". Villain didn't think that Hero could get anymore smug, the constant taunts and the jokes across battlefields as they tried to kill each other, the jokes used to make Villain cringe and roll their eyes so far into the back of their skull they'd nearly get stuck there.
But as Hero strolled towards them with long, haunting strides and beginning to circle them like prey as they lay panting on the ground - lustful eyes gleaming down upon them with a Cheshire cat grin swiped across their face.
They could indeed get more smug.
Hero leant down to grab Villain's chin in a harsh grip, thumb and finger snapping their head up to get a better look at their catch.
God, Villain looked beautiful littered in bruises. Mouth-wateringly beautiful, making Hero want to take them right here, right now. Those warm tones of vibrant purples, reds and yellows really made those icy blue eyes just pop. Though they were filled with indescribable rage, a deep desire for blood and venegance right now. Why not rile them a bit more?
"You lost, my darling-", Hero spoke with a sultry whisper, running their thumb delicately along Villain's plump lips that seemed to slightly begin quivering.
"N-No..."
"It's all over now. Just me and you."
"No - No this isn't how it's supposed to go!", Villain bellowed, snatching their head away from Hero's disgusting 'affection', "You're supposed to take me to prison!".
Villain had seen how Hero had always stared at them during fights, they absolutely reeked of infatuation and desire. If this was all off the books, if Hero truly was keeping them...
No. They didn't want to think of what that meant for them. Villain had been running for so long to avoid imprisonment but if it was a cell or Hero? Lock them up and throw away the key.
"I am, aren't I?", hero laughs with a snort, "funny how things work out, isn't it?"
Wide eyes stare up with a mix of perplexity and hatred at Hero. Villain won't plead or beg for mercy or freedom, that's beneath them - no way are they dehumanising themself even more. Instead, their eyes start darting around the windowless, concrete room they've been slammed into - hunting for a sign of an escape, or something to weild as a weapon in lieu of their stolen powers.
"They'll thank me, you know?" Hero chimes in, stealing back Villains attention who's eagerly hooked on every word, "Hero goes and does it again! another villain wiped from the streets-"
Villain tries to scuttle backwards when they see Hero start to crouch down before them. But there's nowhere to go, their back painfully collides against the concrete wall in a matter of seconds and now they're cornered. Heros hands are on them in an instant, gliding across their cheek - tucking strands of sweaty hair away from their eyes and just wondering all over their body.
"-and shoved into my bed"
"Get. Your. Hands. Off me. Before I break your scraggly neck-", Villain spat the repulsed threat, gritting their teeth and withholding the urge to lunge forward and attack. Hero would out power them quicker than their brain would comprehend, this collar was the bane of their existence.
"I mean... You were always my favourite to fight-", Hero continued to ramble, ignoring the threat and the infuriated hyperventilations huffing from Villains chest. Instead, Hero's fingertips continue to wonder and then press into the sore, open wound along Villain's rib cage: drawing out an agonised hiss of pain and making them curl into themself, hands rushing to push Hero off and away but they snatch Villains wrists before they succeed.
"Shshshsh, settle down. I can fix you right up. If you hadn't dove right in front of my blast - that was foolish on your part, you can't be trusted to take care of yourself." Hero cooed, tightening their superhuman strength grip on Villains wrists making them cry out in pain.
"STOP, HERO! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY WRIST!", Villain screeched, weakly tugging their arm away as they felt the pressure worsen and worsen, feeling bones threaten to fracture but Hero let's go at the last moment. Dark rings circle Villains skin, burning with warm pain and cradling them close to their chest protectively.
"-but it's okay, sweetheart ...I'll do it for you" they continued.
"Who the fuck are you calling 'sweetheart'?!"
Searing electricity suddenly courses down their spine, seeping into their veins and paralysing their entire body with unbridled pain. Convulsing and silently gasping into the floor, writhing around waiting for the shock collar to finally give. If they had their powers this would be nothing to them, maybe a little scratching sensation and an annoying tingle but nothing more.
This was torture. It seemed to go on forever, and they could feel consciousness drifting away from reach.
"Tskk tskk. Always trying to act so big and ignore authority. If only you'd just abide by the rules for once in your damn life -"
"You're .. FUCK -" an after shock rippled through Villain, their body twitching against the vile sensation, "you're playing dirty...!"
"And setting the city aflame isn't?"
"I specifically didn't target civillains! I went for the bastards in charge of this shit show city - I'd argue that was playing entirely fair-"
"You would argue that, wouldn't you? Because you're corrupted, you're a parasite and a stain on society -"
Villain tucks their head into their chest when they feel the unwanted tear drip down. They NEVER cry - and they hated to admit it but they were petrified.
"And my job is to fix that. And I take great-" Hero plants a light kiss onto Villain's collarbone, making them wince and turn away.
"-pleasure-"
Another kiss, further down now and onto their pectoral muscle.
"-in doing so."
Kiss. Onto Villain's sore, bleeding ribs.
Hero could swear they heard a a tiny whimper creep out from beneath them. And that delicious sound fills them with a giddy sense of excitement and achievement.
"It's wild that you used to terrorise the city... you -", Hero trails off...
"Not anymore. I'll make sure of that, gorgeous-"
Continued here!
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Drabble taglist: @sparrowsage @whumpsday (lemme know if you wanna be added or taken off <3)
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Ok I think I should finally give a brief synopsis about my AU instead of just making cryptic memes about it so here’s a summary of TBOI Purgatory AU (title still in the work)
Shortly after his death, Isaac is awoken in a strange new world filled with strange creatures and the new ability to use his tears as weapons (just how it is in the game). This world is called “Chaos”. Chaos was created by Eden, an angel of God. God instructed Eden to create Chaos as a purgatory for Isaac so he can overcome his sins, traumas, and finally reconcile with his death in order to get to Heaven (similarly to Dantes Purgatorio). Just like the divine comedy, Isaac’s purgatory has 9 challenges Isaac must overcome.
1. Mom + Mom’s Heart
2. Isaac
3. ??? + Hush
4. Satan + The 7 Deadly Sin
5. Mother
6. Delirium + Boss Rush
7. The Ascent Home
8. Dogma
9. The Beast
Once Isaac overcomes these challenges, only then he can ascend to heaven (just like in the ending when you defeat the beast)
Where do the other characters like Judas, Magdalene, Bethany, ect. come in? Well they’re also created by Eden. They live in Chaos alongside Isaac as he completes his challenges.
After Isaac defeated Mom’s heart, Eden appears in front of Isaac and tells him that this world and everything in it was created for him. Eden then takes Isaac to this new place called the Cathedral. Awaits for Isaac is Magdalene, the first human created by Eden for Isaac. Magdalene greets Isaac’s as his mother and tells him that this is his new home and that many new friends will show up soon. She says that Isaac must be very tired and so she takes him to his new room and tucks him into bed. As Isaac and Magdalene drift off to sleep, Eden proceeds to creates many new personalities to accompany the world of Chaos (except Azazal but I’ll explain that later).
It’s an important thing to note that none of the characters (except for Eden, Edith, and Apollyon) knows that this world isn’t real and it’s just some fake world created by Eden. Not even Isaac knows that this world isn’t real, he does find out eventually though.This is important to note because this comes into play when talking about Judas. The B plot to Isaac’s journey.
Ok I’ll now give a brief synopsis about wtf Judas’s deal is.
Judas is one of the many humans created by Eden for Chaos and is one of Satan‘s most loyal devoters. He, as well as everyone else, lives his life as normal as it can be, trying to survive, making friends, etc. That was until he started to question the world he lives in. He started the question the truth about himself and the people around him, the world of Chaos and whether there is a world outside of this place. Questions like these boggled his mind, until he decided to ask Satan for the truth. Satan agreed and gave Judas an apple that contained the knowledge Judas desires. As Judas bites the apple, he suddenly learns about the horrific truth about Isaac’s life, Eden’s creation of Chaos and everyone in it, and how nothing in this world, including himself, is real. Judas was reasonably distraught over this information. This led him into a downward spiral of depression and anxiety, knowing that all the actions and memories he made will mean nothing at the end.
One main thing kept reoccurring in his mind though, and that was the images of the outside world. Judas became obsessed with the real world and finding a way to get there, so he asked Satan again, begging him that he would do anything in order to escape this place. Satan agreed and said that if Judas wanted freedom to the real world, he must kill Isaac, and/or bring Isaac to Satan (basically make it so Isaac cannot escape purgatory and ascend to heaven). Without hesitation, Judas agreed. It is now Judas’s goal to (metaphorically) break down the cathedral, bit by bit, in order to get to Isaac and escape Chaos.
Ok I think that’s sums up the main premise of it. There is, of course, A LOT of stuff I left out but I’ll explain all of that at a later time. Hope y’all liked it.
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