#he just yells and shouts and cries and laughs so easily i want to be just like that so much

[stop-talking]

Win for me <3

Josh Futturman x gender-neutral reader

2.3k words

Tags: 18+ Josh x g!n reader, smut, no use of y/n, slight angst, pre-established relationship, reader is called "babe", porn with (slight) plot, pre-show, handjob & oral (josh recieving), unprotected sex, vague penetration (reader receiving), Josh is a sub, reader is a little whiny & needy as well

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You wake up to an empty bed. Again.

Squinting, you check the time on the digital clock sitting on your boyfriend's nightstand.

Nearly 2am. Three hours past the time he promised to come to sleep.

You huff in annoyance and throw the blankets off, heading to the door. It's no secret where he is, or what he's doing right now. What he's always doing.

Josh sits on the couch, laughing and chatting with his stupid little internet friends. He hasn't heard you sneak up behind him, not with his headphones on.

For a few moments, you just stand behind the couch, fuming and watching him play whatever game he's been obsessing over lately.

This is, what? The THIRD time in a row? You'd only been dating him around half a year, sure, but damn. When he invites you to sleep over, is it really so crazy to expect him to actually sleep with you?

"Forget about me again?" You finally speak up, placing a hand on his shoulder and startling him so bad he nearly drops his controller.

"Fuck, BABE, don't do that." He cries out, shooting you a quick look of shock and anger while he adjusts his headset.

Seriously? He's just going to leave one ear hanging out and turn right back to his stupid game?

You bite your tongue and take a few breaths to prevent yourself from saying anything you'll regret, but as you stare down at him... you're struck with an idea.

"I know I'm up a little late, sorry." He mumbles, only half paying attention to you as you make your way around the couch.

"It's just- my friends needed me for this raid, thought it would be quick..."

"It's okay." You lie, taking a seat next to him on the couch and trying to keep up a warm demeaner you aren't really feeling.

Josh visibly relaxes at your words, melting back into the couch and leaning against you slightly as he plays his game.

"I figured, if you aren't going to come to bed, I'll just come hang out with you."

He flashes you a quick smile, but it immediately fades as one of his friends shouts something over the line, and he turns back to the TV.

You can only vaguely make out what they're saying to him. Usually it's insults, screaming, or some kind of cry for help. So annoying. Can't he see you need him more?

Josh's eyes go wide as your hand suddenly squeezes his thigh.

"Babe?" He gasps, reaching up to turn off his mic. "What are you doing?"

God, he's so cute when he squirms like that. You move your hand a little higher, giving his inner thigh another solid squeeze.

"Shh, baby. Focus on your game." As you whisper in his ear, you let your hand wander further, brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Aww, he's so sensitive.

He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn between wanting to play his game and wanting more of... whatever you're about to do to him.

His friends make the decision for him, yelling something through the headset that makes him snap his attention back to the TV.

"Y-yeah, I'm here. Right behind you guys."

You smirk and slide off the couch, settling down on your knees in front of him.

He glances down at you nervously as you spread his legs, trying and failing to maintain composure with his friends on the line.

So fucking cute. You start to grope him through his pants, feeling up and down his hardening cock. His squirming makes it all worth it. Josh Futturman isn't a bad boyfriend, not really. He's just... easily distracted.

Speaking of which... it seems he's finally giving in to your little distraction, because he sets the controller down and reaches to take off his headphones.

"Don't." You grab his wrist firmly, stopping him.

"Keep playing. That's what you want, right? To win your little game?"

He bites his lip as you start aggressively palming his bulge, desperately trying to hold back his usual slew of whimpers and moans.

"I... I don't..."

You shush him, and guide his hand back to the controller.

"You've been playing for hours. No sense in giving up now. Win for me. Can you do that?"

Nodding, he picks up the controller and sinks back onto the couch. His eyes nervously flicker down to look at you, but his attention is still torn between you and his game.

"Your friends still on the line?" You ask, unzipping his jeans and starting to tug them down.

Another nod. He lifts his hips, eager to be undressed.

"Better be quiet then."

"Can't I just-" He reaches up and wraps his hand around the mic, effectively muting himself. "-do this?"

Before you can tell him no, his friends yell something over the line, and his eyes snap back to the TV, absorbed in his game once more.

"I-I got it." He stammers, clearly stressing. A couple beads of sweat drip down his face, and his hair is sticking to his forehead.

"Just play your game... and try not to be too loud."

This is going better than you imagined. His dick is practically jumping in his boxers as you grope him, and all his words are short and clipped as he struggles to maintain composure.

You wait until he's in the middle of a sentence, then lean down and gently bite at his clothed cock. He reacts exactly as you'd hoped, letting out a short yelp that turns into a moan.

"S-sorry. Stubbed my toe..." He mumbles lamely into the mic, giving you a glare that immediately melts away when you rub circles onto his tip.

There's a wet spot beginning to form in his boxers from how much he's leaking. This must be torture for him. Too bad you aren't even close to finished with him yet.

You peel down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. In turn, he slumps a little lower onto the couch, letting out a sharp breath as it slaps against his stomach.

"Just be quiet for me." You whisper, wrapping a hand around his base and taking the tip in your mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he meets your gaze, completely frozen. He nearly loses it when you swirl your tongue around his tip, squirming and biting his lip to keep quiet.

It's almost sad that he has to hold back. You've always loved the pathetic little sounds he makes when he's inside you. Oh well, this is what he gets for ignoring you all the damn time.

Fueled by a little bit of anger and more than a little lust, you start to bob your head, lips meeting the top of your fist.

He lets out a shaky breath, placing a hand on the back of your head in a desperate attempt to pull you down further.

That's not right. He should be playing his game. You pull off of his dick slowly, making a lewd popping sound.

"Have you won for me yet?" You tease, meeting his eyes and moving your hand up and down his spit-covered length.

That's it. That little comment seems to break him, because he sets down the controller and rips his headset off, tossing it aside.

"Don't care - FUCK - don't care about the game right now..." He groans, unable to get out a complete sentence without cursing or whimpering.

"Oh? You sure? Because I can leave you be and let you focus..."

He whines when you stop moving your hand, bucking his hips up into it.

"Please don't go."

His discarded headphones suddenly roar with noise, his friends screaming about something in the game. You pick them up and smirk at Josh as you speak into the mic.

"Sorry boys, he's busy."

You flick them off, then toss them aside again as Josh sputters.

"W-why'd you have to say that? That's fucking embarrassing."

"No, what's embarrassing is how many times I've actually believed you when you say you'll go to bed with me." You snap back, pouting and climbing up onto his lap.

As you straddle him, he finally seems to give you his full attention. He clears his throat, noticing your outfit for the first time. A t-shirt and underwear. More specifically, his t-shirt.

"I've missed you, Josh."

He immediately melts under your touch, letting go of whatever anger had built up.

"I'm sorry."

Looking into his eyes, you can tell he really means it. You cup his face and lean in in close, pressing your forehead to his.

"I'm still mad at you." You whisper, absolutely lying.

"I'm really sorry." He tries again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Still don't forgive you."

Josh whines as you start to pepper kisses down his neck. At this point, he can probably tell you're just toying with him, but he's too damn horny to care.

"Really really sorry?" He mumbles, throwing his head back to allow you better access to his neck.

"It's not that easy." You tease, giving his neck a solid bite and starting to softly grind on his lap.

He just whines in response, mind too clouded with lust to think straight at this point.

"Need you to fuck the forgiveness out of me. Can you do that?"

Josh nods, moaning as you suck circles into his neck. He's already lost this fight, giving in to you completely. As he should.

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You lie impatiently on his bed, already naked and ready for him. He seems to be taking his sweet time undressing, so you urge him on.

"I need you." You whine, squirming on the bed.

That's all he needs to hear. In seconds, he's on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck.

You wrap your arms tightly around him, sliding a hand up into his hair and gently tugging on it. He takes the hint, bringing his face up to yours and kissing your lips.

He's so eager to taste you. His tongue is in your mouth before you can even kiss him back. Not that you mind. It's endearing.

"Fuck, Josh." You pant as he finally pulls away to catch his breath.

"If you don't put it in me right this second, I'm never going to forgive you."

He lets out a breathless laugh as you tug at his hips, but doesn't waste any time. After lining himself up with your entrance, he slides it in with ease.

"You feel amazing." He stares down at you with those lovesick puppy eyes of his, completely losing himself inside you.

Now that he's finally giving you the attention you've been craving, you're starting to lose it as well.

"Faster." You choke out, gasping from the sensation of being filled. He's usually so sweet and gentle, but tonight you need all of him. Everything he can offer.

His brow furrows in concentration as he goes ever-so-slightly faster.

"Josh." You cup a hand on his cheek, looking up at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

"Fuck me stupid. If I can still walk after this, you're not forgiven."

That makes him blush deeply. It's silly honestly, how he can be so nervous about his performance when he's all you've ever wanted. All you've ever needed.

"A-are you sure?"

"Fuck. Me. Harder."

He complies, moaning and jutting his hips a little more roughly. You cry out with pleasure and grip his hips, pulling him into you further with every thrust.

Once he sees how much you're enjoying it, he goes even harder, making the bed creak and the headboard slap against the wall. You almost can't even hear it, though, over the sound of your own moans.

The way you call out his name only encourages him further, and soon tears are dripping from your eyes.

"Fuck... I'm close..." You whine, tightening your grip on him.

Your admission makes him nearly lose it, hips stuttering as he lets out a sharp moan.

"Please cum with me. Please." He begs breathlessly.

You do so almost immediately, trembling and crying out his name as he pumps hot ropes of cum into you.

"Fuck... missed that so much... missed you so much." He mumbles, collapsing on top of you and panting.

You feel him nuzzle into your neck and you card your fingers through his hair for a minute while you regain composure. Your heart is still racing, and you can feel his cum leaking out of you. Thank god you're making a mess of his bed and not yours.

"You could have fucked me like this at any time." You remind him, a hint of bitterness in your tone. Yes, this was supposed to be apology sex, but it also served as a reminder of what you had been missing out on.

"Damnit. Can you still walk? Do I need to try again so you'll forgive me?" He laughs softly, playfully nipping at your neck and squeezing you tight.

"Mmm... yeah... It's been, what? Three weeks since we last did this?" You muse, humming happily at his touch. It's so hard to stay mad at him.

"So I think I deserve three weeks worth of make-up sex."

Josh nearly chokes at that.

"Three weeks? How much stamina do you think I have?" He laughs again and starts to pepper your face with affectionate kisses.

"We'll have to see, wont we?" You tease, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him back down against you.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Hey, It'll be a fun death."

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Josh never ended up giving up his late night gaming sessions. And you never expected him to, not really. But now you have an ace up your sleeve.

Sometimes, on nights when you really need him, you place a hand on his thigh while he's gaming. It's a small gesture that he's learned means "turn the game off RIGHT NOW or I will make you regret it."

He never regrets what happens afterwards.

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Author's note: RAHH thanks so much for 100 followers!! I wanted to write a quick little smut piece to celebrate, but this ended up taking all day. Oops.

(Totally worth it because I love Futturman)

This was my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, and I think I executed it pretty well. Please shoot me a message/comment/ask if I missed something.

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[ballerinainskzville]

Nightmares - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: you’ve been having nightmares through the week and your boyfriend Hyunjin calms you down

TW: 18+! blood, murder, crime scenes, explicitly, violence

“N-no! Stay away from me!”, you yelled at the masked intruder. Who was marching up at you expressionless, axe in his hand? His arm began to swing and-

“Noooo!”, you cried out, jolting.

When you opened your eyes, the masked man was gone. Frantically you looked around. You weren’t in the living room anymore. You were in your bedroom, and your boyfriend Hyunjin was sleeping rather peacefully next to you.

A nightmare.

This was the 5th nightmare this week.

They began haunting you every night.

Question was, who was haunting you?

You reached over to Hyunjin and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He buried his shirtless self further into the blankets. The world could end yet Hyunjin wouldn’t wake up from it.

You sneaked out of bed, shivering on the cold contact with the air on your exposed legs as you walked to the kitchen to get some water. “It was just a nightmare, just a bad nightmare”, you told yourself repeatedly.

After calming down, you decided to go to the art room not to disturb Hyunjin in your bedroom or Kkami in the living room. Both needed their sleep.

You sat down on the cushion, sketchbook in hand, and began to draw. You didn’t think of anything, no motive as you let the pen work its magic. You needed to get this out of your system and this was the only way. You yawned as the tiredness was taking over again. “I don’t want to go back to sleep, he might be there”, you mumbled but your eyes flickered.

“Thought you could get rid of me so easily?”, the masked man appeared again. You screamed, crying out for Hyunjin.

“Scream all you want, your pretty boyfriend can’t help you”. There was blood splattered on the mask-

And a body lay limp behind the man. No- “HYUNJIN!”, you shouted, rushing over to Hyunjin’s limp body. The man laughed like a menace as you crumbled down next to your bleeding boyfriend. “No, no, no! Hyunjin! No, look at me, baby! No!”, you sobbed out, holding onto his hand as you tried to wake him up. But he was cold. “Hyunjin!”, you cried out. “You can’t leave me here, no! Don’t do this to me, Hyunjin!”

“Y/N”, you heard. “Y/N, wake up, love”. A voice you could recognize everywhere: Hyunjin. He was alive. You shot your eyes open, shaking. Vision blurry, you looked around the room to adjust to your surroundings before you saw your boyfriend sitting across from you. “It’s me, Y/N. You had a nightmare”, he said with his sweet voice, cradling you into his arms. You struggled to breathe as you slowly registered that he was indeed alive. Hyunjin was well. “Oh god…”, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him too. Seconds past until you began to sob, the tiredness getting onto you. The nightmares, the lack of sleep, the horror. “I’m s-sorry”, you hiccuped into his chest, your tears rolling down his bare skin. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here. It was just a nightmare”, Hyunjin caressed your back soothingly, pressing multiple kisses on the top of your head.

Once you calmed down a little, you pulled away from Hyunjin. You were both sitting on the floor of the art room, Hyunjin only wearing sweatpants. “You’re going to get cold, Hyun”, you mumbled as you looked at him, taking in his beauty. He watched you attentively and waved it off.

“Why did you leave the bed?”, he asked instead, his slim finger tracing the back of your hand. You watched his finger before you looked back up. “I… had a nightmare. And was afraid to go back to sleep. But I might have disturbed you so I came here instead”. His eyebrows furrowed. “You had two nightmares?”

You nodded and then looked away. You knew where this was going.

“What are you not telling me, love? Is there something that upsets you?”, he whispered and cupped your cheek to make you face him. You couldn’t stand strong or mask your feelings when it came to your boyfriend. He was able to read your emotions like you were an open book.

“It wasn’t the first nightmare, was it? The reason why you’re so tired this week?”, he put the pieces together. You just nodded, ashamed that you had trouble sleeping in the first place. “I’ve had them all week”, you then admitted. Hyunjin sighed and pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”. “You’re busy with the schedules, I didn’t want you to force checking up on me when you’re promoting your new album”, you confessed.

Hyunjin took your hands and helped you to stand up. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs tangled around his torso and he carried you back to your bedroom. Once he placed you onto the bed, which was significantly warmer than the art room, he went down on his knees, standing between your legs. “I promised that I’d take care of you, no matter what. Even if I’m dying of tiredness, your well-being is my priority. That includes sleepless nights due to nightmares”, he whispered as he caressed both your hands as he talked. Easing you a little.

You nodded, your eyes turning glossy with the care of Hyunjin. You didn’t know how you deserved him. He had millions of girls running after him but he was yours. “How did you even wake up? You would sleep through an apocalypse”, you whispered as you looked into his half-lidded eyes. He was tired.

“I heard you repeatedly screaming by name. What happened in your nightmare, my love?”, he stood closer to you, wrapping his arms around your exposed waist. The skin on skin, you sighed a little as you eased into his embrace. “There was this masked murderer. He was in every single nightmare so far, too. He… had murdered you…”, you mumbled and tightened your arms around Hyunjin without realizing it. He caressed your hair before he pulled away a little. With narrowed eyes.

“Don’t tell me it’s the same masked murderer from the dark romance book you were obsessed with recently”, he looked at you. You opened your mouth but the words died in your mouth. “That’s it. No more watching crime documentaries or reading smutty dark romance books before you go to bed, Y/N. No wonder you’ve been having nightmares”, Hyunjin scolded you and you rolled your eyes. “It’s how I relax before going to bed, Hyun”. He shook his head in disbelief before giving you a side-eye. “Tell me how exactly watching someone butcher an innocent person is relaxing before you go to sleep. That’s the reason you’re having nightmares”, you huffed out, annoyed by the fact that he was right. But you weren’t ready to agree with him. “Fine, I’ll stick to another genre for the time being. Now can we go back to sleep? You have to leave the house in “, you glanced at the time on your alarm clock standing on the nightstand, “… one hour. I’m so sorry, Hyunjin. You didn’t get enough sleep because of me”.

Hyunjin shook his head and pecked your lips. “It’s okay. That’s what coffee is for. I rather have you smiling than me sleeping longer”. You sighed and held onto the hem of his sweatpants, resting your head against his shoulder. “How about we spend the hour till I have to leave?”, he rested his head against yours. “What is going on through that mastermind of yours?”, you mumbled.

“Cook breakfast together, make out, read a book together, make out, or work on the painting”, he counted his suggestions. Which made you laugh. “And let me guess, make out during the painting too?”. His chest rumbled as he laughed, head thrown back. “I love you, what can I say? You wicked thing bewitched me and I can’t get enough of you”. You smiled at his words and looked up, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend lovingly.

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[mstrickster]

Which one of the ducks is the first to introduce the other ducks to alcohol? And how would each of the ducks get when they are drunk?

This is fun. I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna use this ask to shout out my friend @kaymardsa and their fanfic.

This fic gives a lot of fun ideas in the first chapter of how the Ducks act when drunk!

Anyway, on to the answer!

Now, I've seen a few people who write Dean as the one who gets the Ducks into drinking. However, that seems too obvious, so I'm gonna say Goldberg is the one.

I say this because Goldberg's parents own a restaurant. He works at that restaurant and probably gets stuff for free. So, I could totally see him asking his mom if he could take some food for a party and sneaking out some alcohol.

Anyway, the next part! Their drunk personalities!

Dean: I'm gonna start with Dean cause I can. He is the fun drunk. He likes to party and have fun. So, drunk him is just that too an extremely. He is the drunk who buys drinks for all and yells how he loves all his friends. He also becomes the ultimate hype man and wingman for his friends.

Fulton: I could see Fulton having levels like Amy from Brooklyn 99. Like after his first drink, he isn't affected. By the second, he will laugh at anything. By the third, he is the loud drunk. By the fourth drink, which is his cap currently, he is the emotional drunk. At 4 drinks, he has cried about how much he loves his friends or his girlfriend.

Adam: Adam doesn't get drunk easily. However, when he does get drunk, he is the promiscuious drunk. Thankfully, the first time he got drunk, he was with someone. However, his partner had to get him somewhere private fast because he wouldn't stop making sexual comments.

Averman: Now, because Averman is generally a fun and jokey guy, normally I could see him being the sad drunk. Not in the same way Fulton is. He's more. "The world is on fire, and we're all gonna die someday." drunk. Like he will bring the mood down fast. He does take about 5 drinks to get drunk, though. So he knows when to stop and will sometimes choose to be the designated driver.

Julie: Julie is the thief drunk. If she isn't monitored, she will steal things. This can range between silverware to at one point a fish. It was alive and in a ziplock. She almost never remembers taking these until she finds the items the next day.

Luis: Luis is the self-conscious drunk. He loses all the confidence he has. The first time he got wasted, he sat on the floor with Kenny and talked about how his confidence is fake and he's worried some people only like him for his looks. It makes you want to give him a hug.

Kenny: Kenny is the daredevil/trash talker drunk. He loses all the doubt, so he will jump off tables, sing in front of crowds, and smacktalk almost all his friends. He is small and unstoppable because he can often escape without people noticing. Kenny is a fucking menace.

Connie: Connie hardly ever gets drunk. However, the one time she did, she spent the whole time talking about Guy. Like we know, Guy gushes about Connie and how amazing she is. While that's how Connie is with Guy when she's drunk. Like I can imagine her going "Julie, look at the man, i love that man, he is amazing." Then she starts to cry.

Guy: Guy is the drunk that doesn't appear drunk. Like his personality doesn't appear to change. However, he does show the aftermath of being drunk. However, unless you knew him really well, you couldn't tell. Like you can only tell because he will start shortening everyone's name. That's it.

Charlie: Charlie is the dramatic drunk. Like everything to drunk, Charlie is a big deal. Like you think normal Charlie is dramatic. He's nothing compared to drunk Charlie. One time, when Charlie got drunk, he thought Jesse hated him because he didn't laugh right away at his joke. It's a mess.

Goldberg is the wandering drunk. Like unless he is watched, he will wander off. He does tend to fall into another group if they're at a party. However, it becomes a hazard if he is outside. He will walk into the street unless his is held on to.

Jesse: Jesse is the drunk who finds everything funny. He will laugh at anything even if it isn't funny. He will even get others to laugh because "come on man that was hilarious." It never is.

Russ: Russ is the spacey drunk. He will lose track of conversations before they even start. He will also argue with people that he knows what they are talking about. Yes, he completely heard you and understands. Stop asking!

Dwayne: Dwayne is the profound drunk. He is a true drunk philosopher. Weirdly, most of his observations make sense to the non-drunk mind. One of his greatest hits was "Why do humans feel like we control the world? We are nothing without the food we eat and the water we eat." It almost cause Averman to have an existential crisis.

Thank you, nonnie!

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[sasusakucoded]

Sasuke and Sakura are not really cautious when it comes to doing the deed whenever they want to. They both know that Sasuke could easily erase the memory of whoever catches them. However, they found out that it does not work on their daughter.

When Sarada was 3 years old..

Sarada: *bangs the door and yells* Mama! Mama! Papa! Stop, don't fight!! *sobbing*

Sasuke: *stops humping* Is that Sarada? *gets off Sakura and rummages for his clothes on the floor*

Sakura: *does the same; picks up and throws Sasuke's boxers to him; quickly wears her bathrobe; opens the door* What's wrong dear—

Sarada: *hugs her* Mama!! Don't fight.. *sobs louder; sees her Papa* You're bad!!

Sasuke: No, no, Sarada.. We're not fighting..

Sakura: Don't cry.. We're not fighting, dear.. *laughs nervously* Do you want to sleep with us?

Sarada: *nods* I heard you were screaming in pain.. The bed was creaking.. He's probably using a gen— gen—

Sakura: Genjutsu? No, baby. I promise he wasn't.. *looks at Sasuke*

Sasuke: *nods* Come here, Sarada.. Sharingan! *looks into her eyes; tries to erase her memory of that incident*

Sarada: What are you doing, Papa?

Sasuke: It's— It's not working, Sakura..

Sakura: Oh.. It's okay, Anata.. I'm sure she'll forget eventually.. Let's— Let's just be careful next time.. *picks up Sarada* Mama will make you sleep okay?

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After 2 days..

Sarada: *bangs on the door again* Mama! Papa! Stop fighting! Mama, stop shouting at Papa please! *cries*

Sakura: *gets off Sasuke's face* D-Don't go out! *tosses a box of paper towels to him; yells* Give me a minute, dear! Mama's there, wait! *wipes her body wherever she can; wears her clothes; opens the door*

Sarada: Mama!! *cries louder* I heard you fighting again. This time, it seems that you're the bad one. You kept screaming at him! *frowns*

Sakura: I— I— Well, those were happy joyful screams, dear.

Sarada: No, they didn't sound happy at all!! You were screaming his name and saying curse words! That's bad!

Sakura: No, no.. I didn't do that. In fact your Papa is fast asleep—

Sarada: I heard you hitting the wall! It was so loud!

Sakura: I'm sorry.. You see, we're playing a game.. And— And the game requires a little fighting and screaming—

Sarada: You played the game too much!! *cries* I was counting.. You played it 6 times!

Sakura: It was actually 8.. But that's beside the point. Come, you have to sleep now. I promise, everything is alright, okay?

Sarada: I wanna see Papa—

Sakura: No!! I mean.. You can't.. I told you, he's asleep. He got too tired..

Sarada: He's really okay?

Sakura: *nods* Tomorrow, ask him. I'm sure he'll say our game is fun.

Sarada: Then why don't you invite me to play?

Sakura: Um.. It's a grownup game, dear.

Sarada: So, I can join when I'm bigger?

Sakura: Come, I'll take you to your room now.. *picks her up and closes the door behind them*

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When Sarada was 12 years old..

Shino: Class, starting tomorrow, we will not use this room. It will be under renovation for soundproofing.

Boruto: Soundproofing?

Shino: Yes, it will be a music room so it needs to be sound-proofed for other classes.

Chocho: *whispers to Sarada* Wow, I didn't know you can do that.

Sarada: Yeah. My parents plan to have their bedroom soundproof too. Not sure why though..

Chocho: *raises her hand* Shino-sensei, how will they do it?

Shino: It's usually putting a soft material like rubber or foam between two walls. There should be a soft object that will absorb the sound or vibrations.

Sarada: *realizes and recalls*

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One time..

Sarada: *looking for the sewing kit* /thinks/ Mama probably took it to their room. *goes inside; searches* What is that? Why is there a pillow there [between the headboard and the wall]?

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Sarada: /thinks/ I only see that whenever Papa is home.. Blech! Is that really its purpose??

Chocho: Are you okay, Sarada? Why do you look disgusted?

Sarada: N-No! I'm totally fine. *fake smiles*

After class..

Sarada: *still thinking of the pillow* /thinks/ I need to see if they still do that.. Papa is here in the village, so this is the perfect time to check if my theory is correct.

Sakura: *kneeling on the floor between Sasuke's legs* Let me just fix my hair, Anata. *ties her hair*

Sasuke: *sitting on the bed and leaning back* Yeah.

Sarada: *opens the door*

Sakura: *pretends to find something under the bed*

Sasuke: *pretends to help*

Sarada: Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know you're here already!

Sasuke: Y-You said you're going home late.

Sarada: Yeah, plans changed.. Wh-What are you doing, Mama?

Sakura: I— I'm trying to find my earrings..

Sarada: *confused* Mom, you're wearing both of your earrings.

Sakura: I— I said ring! You misheard it. *laughs nervously*

Sarada: /thinks/ But you're also wearing it.. *looks at the headboard* Oh.

Sakura: ...

Sasuke: ...

Sarada: I'm— I'm going actually. Just dropping my school things then I'll go with Chocho again.. I'll be back at around 9 PM. Promise, it's 9 PM.. Not earlier than that.

Sakura: O-Okay.. Take care, dear.

Sarada: *nods* Bye!

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At 9 PM..

Sarada: TADAIMAAAAAA! I'M HOOOOME!!

Sakura: Dear, don't shout. The neighbors might complain. *chuckles*

Sarada: Yeah, sorry! /thinks/ From now on, I'll make loud sounds to warn you that I'm around.

Sakura: Your Papa is asleep. He got tired from today's activities.

Sarada: Yeah, I bet you played the grownup game again.. So, you won, Mama?

Sakura: Y-You still remember that game?

Sarada: Yeah. I even remember the sounds..

Sakura: Sarada!

Sarada: I'm kidding! *laughs*

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #sasusakusara #from ask #ty s0ulfiddler #sscoded no 273

[lockedwriter]

Disclaimer: the beginning and the story idea isn't mine, I considerably modified it and added the few final paragraphs. You can find the original story on nifty.com. Also, pictures aren't mine.

FOOTBALL TEAM’S BITCH

It had been a filthy, bone-breaking practice, and our white practice pants were caked with mud, our jerseys soaked through by the cold, spitting rain. But I didn’t complain. Junior varsity freshmen don’t complain, not if they want a chance to ever play in a real game. I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I still looked like a teenager - but then again, I was. I was slight and had to look up to most of the other guys on the team, but I was fast and wiry and surprisingly hard to plant in the turf once I got my feet under me, so I had a thought that I might be a pretty good running back. I had been, back in high school, but I was quickly learning that college is a whole other story. As the smallest guy on the junior varsity team, I was just about invisible to the larger, first-string players. I kept it that way, figuring the best way to show myself was on the field, by taking the pain of practice and never complaining, and the coaches at least had started, I hoped, to see something in me. It was early in the year, the other students hadn’t even arrived on campus, and classes hadn’t started. That’s how early we began football practice.

I had just begun to lift the pads from my shoulders, trailing wet nylon over my face, when a loud hoot echoed off the locker-room walls. I didn’t think much of it. There was always a lot of noise in the lockers, howling and bragging and yelling. But this shout was a signal. I’m hard to plant, but only on the field and only if I know what’s coming. Plus, they didn’t even try to plant me. Hands - one pair still wearing a pair of sticky wide receiver gloves - grabbed at me, two pair on my arms, two on my legs, and they lifted me from the ground as easily as pulling a weed. I flailed, but I still had my pads half-off, half-on, and the clammy nylon practice jersey clung to my face. A storm of laughing voices drowned out my own cries. The quality of the sound changed, and they yanked my pads off, baring my chest with its wet, clinging under layer of tight Lycra.

They’d carried me into the storage closet, a room filled with various bits of gear, uniforms, pads, elastic bands and other workout gear. It was a room we mostly stayed out of, on coach’s orders. Jeering faces looked down at me, smeared with mud, a couple with helmets still on. Jarrett was a wide-bodied fullback who probably had a good eighty pounds on me. He had my legs, both of them, and while I tried to twist and kick at him with my muddy cleats, I got nowhere. He just grinned up at me, a shaved-headed ape with a vicious glint in his eye. Nate had one of my arms, the first-string quarterback, a blond stud who never had trouble getting his dick wet on the weekends - at least, judging from his locker room talk. And the Chad pinned my other arm, a tight end that could bench-press me. A grinning second-string running back, Keith, was digging at the laces of my pants. I gulped air, considered screaming. But Nate must have seen it in my eyes. He pinned my arm between his thighs and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tasted mud and rain and sweat on his skin. I tried to pull my hand free, pressed between the smooth, wet fabric of his practice pants, but I couldn’t get it out. His legs were too strong. They were all too strong. And I didn’t want them to get my pants off, because once they did, they'd see my dirty little secret. I flailed and blushed and twisted and got nowhere, and the running back yanked down my practice pants. Jarrett got my cleats off, one at a time, holding both ankles tight in one massive, meaty hand while he worked the laces with the other. Then they raked my pants off, and with them my wet football girdle, the lycra sliding smoothly down my hairless thighs and that was it… my little caged cock was now exposed to all of the football team. “wooow look, what the fuck is that!” said Jarrett, and the others mainly laughed and repeated the same sentence even louder. “I was sure he was a fag, look at his tiny little locked numb, how pathetic!”. They continued laughing for quite some time and I was completely red of shame. Keith flicked my locked cock. It was bobbing in the cool air. I flinched from his touch, but my cock didn’t shrivel. Their laughter was almost a solid thing, holding me down as firmly as the hands.

Duct tape ripped behind me, and they looped it around my wrists, then around my ankles, all the way up to my knees. I did have some hair on my calves, but I figured I wouldn’t once I got out of this tape. Nate leaned down, neatly sculpted blond eyebrows drawn together. “You a faggot?” he asked. I grunted negation into his palm. But he didn’t look convinced. “I think it’s pretty obvious now that you’re a faggot” he said. “Don’t know if we have any use for a faggot on the team. Huh, what do you think, guys?” They howled and barked, more animal than human. Someone looped more duct tape around me, binding my upper arms to my chest, my lower arms to my abs - I was helpless, completely mummified in it. I even felt more layer being added to my already mummified body. Soon all of my skin disappeared under layers and layers of thick duct tape, making me completely powerless and at the mercy of my team; there was absolutely nothing I could do except breathing.

I tried to struggle, but that just made my cock harder in my cage. Keith kept flicking my dick and balls. He was a sneering little punk with knuckle tattoos that said LOVE and HATE and a slicked-back high and tight that was almost a mohawk. No one really liked him; even the coaches didn’t care much for him. But he was a hell of a running back and one of the hottest guy on the team. They laid me down on a lifting bench, then flipped me. My drooling cock rubbed the torn plastic surface of the bench, and fingers rubbed and probed at my ass. “You can always tell if they’re fags” Keith said, “’Cause they’ll have loose, soggy assholes like a girl’s pussy.” “Don’t know what girls’ pussies you been playing with” Jarrett grumbled. “Just your mom’s” he said. A finger - I have no idea whose - brushed my hole, and a warm spasm flickered over me, uncomfortably close to orgasm. I didn’t know why this was turning me on, if that’s what was happening, or if this was just a reaction to fear. I struggled, but could barely move, and each wiggle or twist just rubbed my cock against the bench, bringing me closer to a humiliating caged orgasm. “Seems pretty tight to me” was the verdict, and the finger withdrew. They flipped me back over.

Someone had taken off their sweaty, very smelly, and dirty football sock, wadded it into a thick ball, and they shoved that into my mouth, well Keith violently shoved it into my mouth looking at me with the same little smirk “can’t have you making too much noise right faggot”. A thick strip of duct-tape went over that, and nearly five times around my head. “enjoy your little faggot meal” said Keith. Then the team decided to tape me to the bench to make me even more immobile and powerless. They started to put layers and layers of duct tape efficiently taping me to the bench and making me even more immobile than before. Even my taped mouth and head was strapped to the bench with more tape, then I saw Nate’s beautiful face again “that should keep you in place haha, in your faggot bitch place!”.

About half the team was either in the room or watching from the locker room, and almost all of them had their phones in hand, recording this, maybe putting it on the internet. But then Nate leaned over my face. “You got a little dirty during practice huh bitch” he said. “Time for your shower” He gathered a big wad of spit in his mouth, rumbled in his throat to augment it with snot, and launched it to splat right against the side of my nose. It trickled down my face slowly, tickling, but I couldn’t wipe it away. They followed the leader, then, each of them adding a gob of slimy spit to my face, until I had to hold my breath to keep from inhaling it up my nose and drowning in the team’s saliva. It seemed everyone on the team contributed a wad of spit to my face. Spattering me, jeering at me, laughing at me. I was no longer invisible to them, that was for sure. I thought it would never end, spit and insults and occasional slaps at my treacherously caged cock and taped face.

But then they left, and on the way out, Nate flicked off the light. “Sleep tight little faggot bitch and enjoy your homemade facemask!” he said. I figured that’d be the end, that it’d be over. I figured they’d leave me there for a while, until either I was rescued by the cleaning people or, more likely, Nate would come back and untape me and let me go and we’d all have a laugh about it. But it was barely the beginning. Because while they still shouted and howled and cranked the music in the locker room, they hadn’t forgotten me.

In fact, a few minutes later, the door opened and the lights came back on. Jarrett stood over me, still caked in mud. Didn’t these fuckers have classes to get to? I had bio of cells in a half an hour, and if I didn’t get out of this duct tape and shit I’d miss it. Jarrett smiled big, broad face and square jaw, like a politician seeking votes. “Hey, little bitch.” He’d taken off all his clothes except his football girdle, tight white fabric stretched over his broad thighs and ass, a substantial bulge in the front. They did nothing to hide the line of his penis against his soft, thick balls. His body was hard with muscle, but a soft layer of fat covered them, smoothed them out “like what you see huh?”. I grunted in the tape. Something like “let me go” but it came out all in vowels. The sock against my tongue and teeth was gritty and salty. Someone’s foot sweat. I didn’t even know whose.

Jarrett stood over me, turned around and started straddling my face “now you’re gonna love this as much as I do fag”. Then he lowered his fat, muscled and magnificent ass. Sweat had soaked through the spandex, making it translucent, and the dark line of his ass crack descended over my face, my nose and covered mouth. I tossed my head, but he rested some of his weight on me, trapping me with my nose in his crack. “Sniff it,” he said. “Come on bitch, do a buddy a favour and sniff my ass.” I couldn’t do anything but obey.

The tape and sock in my mouth prevented me from breathing other than through my nose, and now I smelled the dank, rich stink of his ass after a long and grueling practice. He wiggled, grinding himself against me. Then he put more weight on me. I tried to draw breath, couldn’t - only a thin thread of air slid between his clenching ass and my face. And that air was dank with sweat. I thrashed, helplessly, uselessly. I was going to suffocate here, I thought. He was going to kill me in the storage closet in the back of the football locker room. It’d be in the news. But just as my lungs burned and my breath began to slide into panic, he stood up. “You got spit all over my butt,” he said. Not my own, of course. The team’s. “Nasty.” I sucked sweet air through my nose, refilling my lungs. My heart thudded, but began to calm.

“you’re a pretty good ass sniffer, right little bitch” he said, turning around facing me again a casually slapping my duct taped face, “better ass sniffer than player should I say, glad I found you a way to be useful for us men right” he added before pinching my nose, effectively preventing me from breathing at all. He was still smiling, enjoying having me in this predicament. Then, when I thought I was about to pass out, he released my nostrils, and I was able to draw laborious breathing… but not for long… soon after, he turned around again and positioned his marvellous ass right above my face. “Ready for round two fag?” I tried shouting again, I really wanted out, but it was pointless as the sock was transforming everything into muffled cries. Then it happened again, and Jarrett lowered his big ass right onto my face. His positioned his crack right on my nose and put some weight on it, effectively forcing it closer to his asshole.

This time the smell was even stronger. It nearly made me wanna puke to think that I had my nose buried into Jarrett ass, nearly touching his dirty hole. My beautiful captor on the other hand seemed to enjoy what was going on and moaned. “nice and deep breath right bitch, must make you hard in your little faggot cage, enjoy the funkiness!”.

It must have been one hour now that Jarrett was forcing me to sniff his dirty ass. He even took off his boxer at one point, making things harder for me. Now I can tell that he must not wash it very often. He really was your stereotypical alpha jock from college. “Ho wait… I have a surprise… wait for it” he suddenly said. Being naïve I thought he was about to finally let me out of here when he started to get up and realising my nostrils from his butthole, but I was wrong. He put all his weight on me again and when I was about to suffocate, he got up only a bit and let out a massive fart right onto my face “theeere, enjoy my little gift bitch, you’re welcome haha!”. I was struggling like crazy trying to break free from the smell. I even tried screaming again but nothing. Jarrett was really enjoying it, laughing at my distress. No matter what I did, the smell wouldn’t go away and was filling my lungs. “Who would have known that a lifting bench offered a perfect height for face sitting right bitch” he then stood up and looked down at me “well, wasn’t expecting for you to like my gift that much slave, but don’t worry, I still have plenty of them for you!” he said, again turning around and sitting his sweaty ass right on my defenceless and duct taped face.  

#gayhot #gay story #bd/sm slave #fag slave #slave #forced slave #bondge sex #duct tape gag #mummification #mummified #football #socks #smelly socks #sockfetish #male farts #gay fart

[blueicequeen19]

Can you please do the most TOXIC rafe cameron smut EVER!!! edging the reader until they cry, violence, gunplay, knifeplay? Just toxic af rafe cameron who’s off his head with drugs. (Sorry about this request)

I got you boo! 😏🔥🔞

Big Brother Pt. 3

All the trigger warnings! Scroll past if you’re easily triggered!

I kick off my heels as I make my way down to dock and to the Druthers. Why did Wheezie need my help all the way out here and this late? I roll my eyes to myself. It was probably something stupid that could wait until morning. I step on board and just as I reach the cabin door a sick feeling sits in. Wheezie isn’t here. My back is suddenly shoved against the cabin door and the cool barrel of a gun is pushed under my chin. Even in the dark I can see how strung out Rafe is. His pupils are blown and he’s sweating as he glares at me.

“How was your date? Don’t bother lying. I read all your messages, you lying whore.” Rafe spats, digging the gun in deeper.

“Rafe, stop. You’re not thinking clearly.” I wince when the barrel digs in harder.

“I’m thinking crystal fucking clear. It’s time I remind you who you belong to and what happens when you sneak behind my back.” I see the syringe too late and it’s jabbed into my neck. I grip his shirt as darkness clouds my vision. Just as I’m pulled under, I hear another voice.

“Y/N? You out here?”

***

I groan at the weight in my head as I slowly start to come to. My ears pick up on a muffled noice and I force my eyes to open. I’m on my back, wearing only my thong, and by the rocking I know I’m still on the Druthers but we’re out at sea. I try to sit up but my hands are cuffed to the headboard, an ache settling in to my arms. I look around and find the source of the noice. My date, Josh, is bound and gagged to a chair across the room. He looks how I feel. Rough.

“Good! You’re both awake!” Rafe appears in the doorway, a devious look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing, you psycho?” I yell, tugging on the restraints. Rafe smirks as he begins to strip down to his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric causes a dull throbbing between my thighs.

“Proving a point.” Rafe grabs the gun off the dresser that I hadn’t noticed and aims it at Josh’s head.

“Wait! Stop!” I shout as Josh cries behind the gag.

“No. You’re not here to make demands. You’re here to be taught a lesson. There’s one bullet in this gun so unless you want me to use it, you better convince me that you’re mine and mine only.”

“How am I supposed to do that, Rafe?” I growl and his expression darkens with a smirk. He moves towards the bed and I draw my legs up to my chest. His darkened eyes roam over me like a piece of meat and it lights my skin on fire. He holds up the gun, aiming it between my legs.

“You’re going to let me fuck you with my gun in front of him. That way he knows what it takes to satisfy you, what really gets you off, and I won’t have to kill him.” I gasp at his words yet.. my pussy throbs with desire. Russian roulette with Rafe’s gun in my pussy? Fucking Rafe was like fucking a loaded gun. I never knew when he’d go off so how different could this be?

“You’re sick.” I snap and he kneels between my legs, forcing my knees apart with his elbows.

“And you like it. Now keep your legs open. Wouldn’t want to accidentally bump my trigger finger.” I suck in a breath as he starts to caress my clit with the barrel of the gun over my thong.

“Look at you. Your soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” Rafe chuckles, yanking my thong to the side as he rubs the cool barrel against my entrance. I’m shaking. This is so fucked up yet I’m dying for release. I look down, seeing the head of his thick cock poking out of the top of his boxers and I groan.

I suck in a breath just as he works the barrel inside me then he laughs darkly, removing the gun and climbing off the bed. I whine in frustration as he makes his way over to Josh.

"Let's get you a better seat. Don't want you to miss anything." Rafe says, pushing the chair Josh is bound to to the foot of the bed. "There. Now watch how easily she becomes a slut for me. How you'd never be enough for her because no one can satisfy her the way I can." Rafe slaps the side of Josh's face a few times before moving back between my legs.

"Rafe, please. We don't have to do this. Just let him go. I'm sorry I lied." I cry but he ignores me, picking up the gun and working it against my clit again.

"God, your pussy is clenching on nothing. So desperate." Rafe coos and I try to slam my legs shut but he uses his elbows to knock them away.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to put another hole in ya." Rafe gives me a dark look then the barrel is pushed inside me. My body slumps into the bed at the impossible stretch although Rafe is thicker. I'm panting and he hasn't even moved it yet.

"See that, Josh? See how easily she submits to me?" Rafe calls over his shoulder then he starts fucking me with the gun. He's barely started and I feel myself about to cum. Just as my back arches, he stops his movements. I cry out in frustration and he starts moving again, torturously slow.

"Please, let me cum. Please." I beg, tears filling my eyes as he stops again. He does this over and over and over again. Tears line my cheeks as he keeps edging me. Bringing me right on the ledge then stopping again. Rafe suddenly removes the gun, flipping me onto my stomach, forcing my bound arms to cross over my head. Rafe forces a pillow under my stomach then he's forcing himself inside me. It feels so good that I can't stop the flow of tears. I'll never adjust to the sheer girth of him. He's too big. It's almost unnatural but the pain and pleasure it brings me is like nothing else. He's right. I'll never be satisfied by anyone but him. Each thrust comes harder and harder, I can't control the sounds that fill the room as he fucks me. With one final thrust, he stops with a groan and I feel him leaking back out of me.

"Please, don't stop, Rafe. Please. I'll do anything. Please!" I beg, trying to force myself back on him but he slaps my ass hard. I bury my face in the mattress, overwhelmed with tears. My skin is on fire. I feel like a bomb, ready to explode.

"You can cum when I let you cum." Rafe slaps my ass again before removing himself from me. I hear him walk to the other side of the room and grab something then he's straddling me again. I hear a faint buzzing and I jerk, looking over my shoulder at him.

"What are you doing?!" I scream, just as the tattoo needle pierces my ass cheek. I cry out in pain, the burn.

"Another reminder is all. Stop moving or you'll mess me up." Rafe mutters. I cry harder, yet my clit is still throbbing so painfully. After a few minutes, he's done and he cleans me up before slapping my new tattoo. I cry out angrily then Rafe is leaning over my back, his mouth tickling my ear.

“Rafe’s Slut has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” Rafe whispers and I growl angrily.

"Have you learned your lesson? Or do you need another reminder?" Rafe growls, fisting my hair and yanking back to capture my lips. I pull away and he flips me onto my back, the burn in my ass forcing me to cry out again.

"Who do you belong to?" Rafe snarls into my face, getting nose to nose with me. I don't answer and he moves off the bed, grabbing the gun and removing the gag from Josh's mouth.

"She's still not listening. It's going to get you killed, Josh. Tell me, who does she belong to?" Rafe demands, his attention on Josh.

"Fuck, you can have her. She's all yours man." Josh spats, a hateful look in his eyes as he looks between the two of us.

"See, baby sis, Josh got the idea. Do I need to tattoo it on both ass cheeks?" Rafe warns and I scream in frustration.

"I hate you, you fucking psycho!" I shout but he only laughs. He pounces between my legs again, shoving two thick fingers inside me as he forces his cum back in.

"You only wish you hated me. Look how compliment you get when something is in your pussy." I moan loudly, my body ready to explode as my toes start to curl. Then he stops. I scream again, thrashing my body against the bed as he smiles down at me. Rafe moves up my body, gripping my face and spitting into my open mouth.

"Mine." Rafe growls and I have no choice but to let his saliva run down my throat. I narrow my eyes at him and he shakes his head, finally fed up with my attitude. "Okay. You asked for this. I warned you." Rafe jumps off the bed, grabbing a knife and freeing Josh's legs from the chair. He frees one hand before tossing a pair of cuffs to Josh, the knife at his throat.

"Cuff your hands behind your back." Rafe snarls and Josh hesitantly obeys, then Rafe yanks him to his feet, putting the gun to his head.

"Wait! Rafe! Stop!" I yell but he ignores me, disappearing out the cabin door with Josh. Minutes feel like hours as I seem to hold my breath, waiting for the sound of a gunshot. I finally hear footsteps and Rafe emerges, quickly freeing my hands.

"What did you do!?" I scramble to get away from him but he hauls me off the bed and to my feet, pushing the gun against my spine as he walks me out of the cabin. It's still dark so we can't be far from shore.

"Rafe, stop this! I'll do what you want, please!" We round the back of the boat and I freeze when I spot Josh, chained to cement blocks on the edge of the boat. Rafe shoves me down onto a lounger and moves to Josh. He's blubbering and crying, a new gag in his mouth.

"You did this, little sis. I gave you every chance but you forced my hand. So this is what happens when you disobey me. Consider this your final lesson." I open my mouth to protest but it's too late. Rafe shoves Josh and he goes off the side of the boat, taking the cement blocks with him to the bottom of the ocean.

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #smutwarning #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #obx2 #rudy pankow #wattpad #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron #outer banks smut #outer banks x reader

[petitelepus]

How about a the a second part of the fluttershy female bot where she gets kidnapped by starscream but he ends up falling for her beauty and kind nature

"So?" Starscream smirked as he leaned against the wall with one arm, his attempt to look charming or even cool, "What Decepticon has to do to learn your name?"

"P- please?" You stuttered nervously, "Can I go back home?"

"Where is this home of yours?" He grinned, "Maybe I could take you there?"

"N- no thank you…" You scowled, not wanting to reveal the location of AllSpark fragments.

"I can manage on my own, i- if you could just untie me?" You asked as you looked down at the heavy chains he has used to tie you and stop you from flying away.

"Oh, you're so funny! Beautiful and funny! What are possibly my chances with you?" He laughed before looking at you more seriously,.

"Seriously speaking, do as I ask, and once I rule the galaxies as the rightful leader of the Decepticons I will make you my queen."

"I- I'm flattered…" You swallowed nervously, "B- but…"

"But?" Starscream raised an optical ridge.

"Y- You…"

"Yes?" Now he was getting his hopes up-!

"Y- You…!"

"YES?"

"You aren't my type!" You exclaimed out loud.

Silence fell into the room and you could see Starscream petrify and rumble like a stone statue.

"What!?" He screamed, making you yelp, "I'm sorry, but you aren't my type!"

"Have you seen me?!" He shouted, "I'm gorgeous!"

"I see it, but I like-!" You were about to yell when the two of you heard sirens closing in.

You immediately perked up, hearing that Autobots had managed to pinpoint your location and had came to rescue you.

"Optimus-!" You were about to shout but Starscream quickly sneaked behind you and slammed his hand over your mouth.

"Silence! I'm not giving you up so easily! You're coming with m-MEEEE!"

You cut him off by biting his servo as hard as you could and the Decepticon jumped as far as he could from you.

"You bit me!" He screamed and that is when Team Prime burst into the abandoned warehouse.

"It's over Starscream!" Optimus shouted as he picked up his battle ax and rest of the Team Prime got ready to fight alongside their fearless leader.

"Optimus!" You cried out as you smiled hopefully.

The Decepticon holding you hostage cursed under his breath while still holding his hurt servo.

"This isn't over! Mark my word, I will get her to worship me!" Starscream shouted as he transformed and took off through the broken roof.

"Come back here and fight like a Mech!" Bumblebee shouted after the Decepticon, but he was long gone.

Optimus rushed to your side and used his ax to carefully break your shackles. As soon as you were free, you jumped and hugged the Autobot leader.

"I was so afraid!" You cried out against his chassis, but when you pulled back, you were smiling, "But I knew you would come and save me."

"You aren't hurt, are you?" He asked and you shook your helm but Optimus either way asked Ratchet to take a look at you.

While the old medic checked you, you looked at Optimus with hearts in your optics. Maybe you had a type…?

#shy reader #transformers #reader #transformers animated #writing #starscream #optimus #optimus prime #tfa #I got little bit Shirahoshi vibes from Reader #ENJOY! #Anon

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"Okay, time to GOOOOO!" Lil Coding shouts, picking up Lily and running out of the room.

"I TOLD YOU THIS COMPETITION WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!" Lily shouts as well, clinging onto her friend as he sharply turns a corner. Behind them, thugs from Azura's gang chase after them, shouting and yelling.

"BUT THE CASH PRICE!" Lil Coding whines.

His feet pound against the floor as he runs through the halls of the overly-complicated building. He quickly accesses memories from a few hours ago and grits his teeth.

He instead turns left instead of right, making Lily gasp. "What're you doing?!" she cries. "This isn't the way we came in!"

"Yeah, but this is the quickest way out!" Lil Coding informs her, moving to the side to avoid daggers thrown their way. He briefly sees them hit the floor, a strange liquid coating them.

He marks the memory.

After what feels like hours of running, Lil Coding finally sees the exit door. He rushes forward and punches it open, not even caring for the fact that it falls off the hinges. He runs out of the building adjacent to the arena and continues running.

The wind blows around the two, swirling and blowing. It pushes and nudges them forward, in a safer direction. One they can't be easily followed.

Lil Coding takes that direction, muttering a thanks to the universe as he does.

Finally, they get to a stopping point, and Lil Coding sets Lily down. He leans against a tree, panting softly as Lily looks back at the building and arena, now small specks in the distance.

"Azura.. seemed afraid." she finally says.

"You noticed that too?" Lil Coding blinks, looking at her.

Lily nods. "Yeah.. she.. she seemed fidgety and nervous, even when disgused as that announcer.." She looks back at him. "And she kept giving us bogus points so we could win. That's.. That's not how Azura goes. She's been hunting me for a while now and.. she's crazy about honor and doing things honorably. She's messed up in the head for hunting me, don't get me wrong, but.. this just.. isn't like her."

Her eyebrows furrow. "This isn't how Azura works."

Lil Coding is quiet before he pulls out a folded note from his pocket. "This fell on the floor when she was confronting us. I thought it was maybe from her. She passed it out and then took it back. But.. now I'm not sure."

Lily takes it and opens it.

The orders are simple. Capture the girl and the boy, then bring them back. Don't fail.

The young girl swallows a growing lump in her throat. Her mouth feels dry. "This isn't Azura's handwriting. It's too neat.."

Lil Coding looks back at the arena in the distance. His eyes narrow as he thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's talk about it when we're back at the kingdom."

Lily nods and pockets the note, jogging after Lil Coding as he jogs off. But she can't help but throw one more glance back at the two structures in the distance before continuing to follow him.

...

"What are we going to do, boss?" one thug asks Azura as they stand on the highest wall of the arena, gazing in the direction their two targets went. "Lady Rose.. she'll kill you!"

"Better me than you all." the blue haired woman scoffs. Her face then softens, a resigned expression showing. "But.. You're right. I'm absolutely dead."

"Maybe we could hide you somewhere. Or we could-"

The thug falls quiet as she places a hand on their shoulder. She smiles bittersweetly. "You know as well as I do that Lady Rose is going to send Anton to find me. And I don't want you guys getting in the way of that."

Azura pushes them towards the door. "Head back to the base. If you don't hear from me in three days.. let Anne know she's in charge, okay?"

She watches as, reluctantly, the thug nods and walks away. She looks up towards the sky, watching as storm clouds began to gather. Thunder cracked and the wind began to howl, almost cutting at her like knives.

Azura let out a laugh. "I never thought this would be how I go out, killed with no defense, but hey! Who am I to judge?"

She crosses her arms behind her back. "There was just.. no honor, in this. Those kids didn't have a chance."

The bounty hunter wasn't stupid. She knew she was a horrible person. She had killed so, so many people. But in the end, it wouldn't affect her life, so she didn't care. Who cares if other people got hurt? The only way she was affected was by money, and that's it.

But she still cared for honor. She wanted her victims to have a chance. It what made it fun. At the very least she gave them a choice!

Azura closes her eyes, blonde hair blowing with the wind. "Well.. I guess this'll be the last time I have these thoughts. Better get going to the boss."

She turns and leaves, just as the sky flashes with lightning and rain pours down.

#oc: lily #code: lil coding #the runaway and the protector (lily&lc) #oc: azura #!posts! #fanfiction: my writing!

[disticfiction]

Oishi sobbed, his eyes rolling back as the tape over his mouth pulled his lips. He wasn't sure how many times he'd cum, but he knew it was in the dozens. He lost count after ten, but he felt every one. Even when his legs went numb, his hole remained tender and focused. The man holding his ankle and hair had basically faded from his view--he barely noticed him anymore--while the man on his left quit holding him ages ago. It wasn't necessary. He'd become so conditioned to the fucking and so exhausted he kept his legs spread on his own.

"I always wanted to fuck a pig," one of the soldiers laughed.

It was his turn, just as it had been so many before him. As he stepped up, he grinned and stuffed his cock into the old detective's red, overstimulated hole. As usual, Oishi tried to scream, tried to protest, but the gag muffled his cries. Not that it mattered, anyway. No one would hear him. No one would help him. They were in the forest, surrounded by wilderness. He could only rock up and down as the man raped him, ensuring his loose hole stayed loose. Abused. Ruined.

"Fuck him harder!" another man shouted.

Oishi's head spun. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. In fact, he was shocked he was still conscious. He's almost fainted several times, but his pussy wouldn't give him a moment's peace. Every time it was filled and fucked, he woke with a start, his eyes bulging. Or at least he thought he woke every time. He just as easily could've slept through multiple fuckings and been none the wiser.

It's not like they would've stopped.

"Fuck yes," the soldier groaned, bucking his hips. "Ooh yeah, he's so wrinkly. Feels so good."

"He's an old fart," his friend teased. "That cunt's seen some ware and tare for sure."

Oishi cringed. He wasn't wrong. He'd been taken advantage of many times while on the force, but never like this. Though he could barely see, he could tell the line had only been cut in half, and that scared him. But he didn't have time to worry about it. The soldier came, suddenly, exploding inside him, and he arched back, cumming right along with him. He hated it, but the pleasure was relentless. Every single time.

"Fuck, that was so good."

As the younger man pulled out, his seed gushed, seeping down the old man's chubby ass and onto the ground. That was the worst part. All the men hunched sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of Oishi's messy, ruined gape. For whatever reason, that was their favourite part. They loved seeing the aftermath, the spasms, the damage. It was disturbing. They seemed utterly transfixed, if not morbidly impressed.

"I can't believe how stretched out he is," the man huffed, catching his breath. "Jesus Christ, it's so battered too."

"Do you think it hurts?"

Oishi shut his eyes with a whimper. He wanted it to. It would've been so much easier. In all sense, it should've hurt. His walls had been rubbed raw, his cervix beaten, his crease pried open against his will--but he couldn't lie to himself. It felt amazing. He'd never felt better in his entire life.

Another man forced in, and tears rolled down his blushing cheeks. He was spent, yet somehow his hole reacted, just like it had for every cock that slid inside him. There was no escape. He moaned as he felt every inch push deeper and deeper until it hit his end, which made him wonder if the men were getting bigger, or if his cunt was just swollen beyond repair.

He was nothing to those men, just a toy.

"Tighten up, old man," the soldier said, pinching his aching clit.

"Mmmph!"

"Yeah, that's it. Just like that."

He came, but the man didn't stop. They never stopped. They fucked him through his orgasms, howling as his pulses milked their cocks. He wanted it to end--it was humiliating--but as he found his body enraptured by the ecstasy, he gave in. He stopped fighting after the third man. They made it clear what he was, and he was nothing but a living cumdumpster.

"Cum with me!" the man yelled, giving his bouncing belly a few harmless slaps. "Come on, old man! One more!"

"Mmmmmph!"

He did. Of course he did. He had no control anymore. He lost everything, including his pride. But it wouldn't be "one more", and he knew it. As soon as the man pulled out, another pushed in. A shooting pressure tore through the detective with a vengeance, and it felt amazing. His hole was sore, worn down, almost broken, but his eyes rolled back as the sharp, cruel pleasure consumed him.

"Take the gag off," the man hissed, still pumping. "I wanna ask him something."

It was an unusual request, but the men holding him complied. As soon as the gag was off, Oishi cried out, his screams weak but visceral. He tried to speak, but nothing that came out of his mouth was coherent. It was as if he'd forgotten how to form a single sentence, or perhaps he simply couldn't as the man thrust into him, milking his orgasm.

"Tell me you like being raped," the man whispered, leaning in, his weight crashing down on the poor, ravaged detective. "Go on. Say it."

Oishi sobbed, dizzy and outmatched. "P-please let me go."

"Wrong response," the man growled, stopping his assault.

Oishi gasped. To be full but motionless was agonizing. He started to squirm, rattling his own hips for relief, but it wasn't enough. The man didn't move, but he wanted him to. He needed him to. He was so close, but held back by cruelty.

"Please!" he wept, his mind shattered. "D-don't just stand there!"

"Why not? I thought you wanted me to stop. Isn't that the first thing you said?"

Oishi croaked. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"F-fuck me!"

"Not unless you tell me the truth."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He was done lying to himself. He didn't want it, but they awakened something in him. Something he never thought possible. With a heavy heart, he was ready to admit defeat, his fingers cutting into his palms.

"Rape my hole! Please! I need it!"

"Hard?"

"Yes! Hard! Please! Rape it until I can't think straight!"

The man smiled, then resumed his violent thrusts, crazily. In return, the once proud and grizzled detective threw his head back, wailing into the woods. He could feel every inch split through him, wearing his tender hole thin. Until he came again, his eyes rolling back and tongue hanging like a drying carpet. It was so overused.

"Ugh..."

His mind was a mess, spiraling out of control as the intense pleasure overtook him, but still the man fucked his hole. Hard. Deep. A thick, boiling liquid burst from his core, soaking the man's shirt, but it didn't matter. He didn't stop until he came, ignoring Oishi when he begged him to stop. That had been his life for hours, to the point that he almost forgot he had a life outside of the vulgarity he'd been subjected to over and over.

When he was finished, the man slipped out, and his hole cried a fountain of fluids and semen, beat red and ruined. No more, he begged, internally, but as soon as he was gone, another man filled the empty space, readily and happily. No mercy. Just endless, careless rape.

And Oishi--poor Oishi--he loved it.

[sandwichmyonetruelove]

{Hello!! I've had this in my drafts for awhile and just kinda wanted to post it, originally it's set with a one of my genshin ocs but idk if anybody would be into that so I easily just replaced it with reader}

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"Dumbass! Why did you do that?! ", [Reader] shouts as she sprints as fast as she can down the rocky trail. Itto runs a few ways in front of her having the most dopey grin ever. Both running from the guards for something this big idiotic oaf did. Which happened to be him having a dance battle with some rich kid that cried out that this wanted criminal tried hurting him. Itto was so proud that he "won" against some snot nosed brat.

   "Was so worth it tho! ", he laughs looking back at her. [Reader] rolls her eyes, huffing she saw they were nearing a cliff and Itto was gonna run straight into it. "Itto wait! " She said, raising her voice and grabbing a hold of his coat from the back. Making them both come to an abrupt stop at the end of the cliff. To make it to the other side would have to be way too big of a jump for any of them. Turning around [Reader] could see the guards catching up to them. "We have to jump", is the one thing that the oni says looking down. "Wait what!?", She sharply looked at him in bewilderment. Taking out his claymore magically from his back he raises it up above his head, scooping her off the ground. "We jump! " he shouts, slamming down his claymore to stop the guards from reaching them, rocks and debris scattering everywhere. 

   The force of the impact from his claymore pushed the both completely off the edge. Gripping onto his shoulders as she felt the world start going sideways, both falling into the depth. "ITTOOOOOOO YOU IDIOT", [Reader] screams as they plunge downwards. Feeling the breeze roughly push her hair out of view, she summons her polearm. "Aw damn! The wind is gonna ruin my awesome hair! ", Itto whines out still having her carried. 

   " Not what you should be worrying about right now!" [Reader] yelled out, slamming the polearm against the rock of the cliff as hard as she could. The weapon wedged itself into the rock, getting stuck for the meanwhile. Causing their fall to end abruptly, ending in them both just dangling. "Hey, nice one! Now we won't be lost in some unknown hole" the oni exclaims, like this wasn't his fault to begin with. "Yea, wonder why that would have happened!" She glared down at him. 

   He simply chuckles awkwardly, looking down into the crevice below. "Sooo, what now? ", Itto inquired, still very tightly holding onto her legs. Lilith sighed while looking around, trying to think of something. Only coming up with one conclusion to their situation. "We climb" looking up and seeing the distance from the top. "Climb? Well if you say so", Itto just shrugs at the suggestion. Once he finds a good spot to stabilize himself, he goes off from there. Climbing upwards like if this was some god damn playground.

   "You beast!", she shouts. Itto laughed out loud, as he started climbing faster "I'll race ya to the top!", he said in response. [Reader] growls under her breath, yanking her polearm forcefully from the gravel. "Oh you're on, you oversized child", she says while following him in tow. Both eventually made it to the top, completely out of breath. 

   The guards now nowhere in sight, probably deciding to leave them to their demise. Laying on the grassy plains trying to catch their breaths. " I-i win," Itto says in between gasps. Too tired to argue with him, she simply pats his bare chest to "congratulate" him. "You sure did Itto, you sure did" [Reader] sighs out, resting her sore limbs and tired self beside him. 

#genshin fanart #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #arataki itto #itto fluff #ocs #writing #fanfic #original content #reader insert #female reader #thoughts? #i need therapy

[monkeyd-lily]

Fairy Tail: Neela Dragneel

Dear Kaby Part 2/2

I own nothing everything belongs to the original creator Hiro Mashima. Enjoy!

Neela's pov

"Natsu!" The three of us cried out.

"Yea?"

"What is the meaning of this?" Said Everplump.

"What are you doing up there?" I asked Natsu.

"Well I saw her gettin up so I jumped on her then all of a sudden, I ended up here."

"So you grabbed ahold of her inside the house? But that means, you must've passed through the spirit gate with her. That's impossible!!" Lucy screamed.

"Lucy what the heck do I do now?"

"Finish what you started!"

"And now, clean up this rubbish." Everwrinkle ordered ugly #1.

"As you wish master." She went to punch Natsu.

"Now I'm all fired up." Natsu slammed his fists together then puffed out his cheeks and blew fire at ugly #1 after he yelled "FIRE DRAGON ROAR!!!"

"You dirty little mole man!" Lucy unraveled her whip and began using it against Everlue.

I just sat there slowly slipping back into that dark place within my mind. Why the hell am I so weak? Seriously, even Lucy is fighting better than me. I'm the one whose supposed to be fighting by Natsu's side. I've been so lame ever since she joined the guild. I still don't know why we had to bring that obnoxious bitch home with us. She must've done something. Or, maybe I'm just weak. Maybe that's why daddy left. And maybe...maybe Lucy really will replace me. Though I don't want to be replaced, I'd much rather it be Lucy than that damn slut.

"Neelaaaa!!" I snapped out of my daze as I heard Natsu call out my name. When I looked in his direction he had punched ugly #1 straight at me. I waited till she got close enough then shouted, "FIRE DRAGON IRON FIST!". Flames covered the area around my fist as I gave her a nice uppercut which knocked her out cold. Lucy and Cancer dealt with Everbald. Cancer cut off all his hair.

"Nice one Nee."

"Thanks bro. Ah!" I winced as I stood, I forgot I hurt my ankle. I really hope it's not sprained, if it is I might have to stay home while everyone else goes on missions.

"You ok? What happened?" Natsu saw me wince and came to check on me.

"Oh, well this giant slab of concrete was about to crush Happy and Lucy so I pushed them out of the way but I guess I didn't move away far enough so my foot got caught under it and from the ankle down it kinda hurts."

He started inspecting it. He would poke it and shake it to see if it would hurt but it didn't. Thinking maybe it was ok I stood up to walk on it. But...I was so wrong. The instant I put any weight on it I felt pain. I hopped around clutching it until Natsu held me in place, laughing.

"Come on up on my back...again." Yaaay, his piggy back rides are my favorite. I could be in the weirdest positions on his back and he wouldn't care. He helped me climb onto his back and I was finally comfy.

"Does this look fabulous or what baby?" Cancer asked.

"Oh yeah. Way to go crab-man. Eh, baby." Natsu replied. All of the sudden, the building started shaking and then collapsed.

"I like your style, out with a bang. You are definitely gonna fit in at Fairy Tail." I told Lucy.

"Aren't we suppose to not destroy stuff?" Happy added.

"I hope I don't get blamed for this." Said Lucy.

We started walking back to the clients house while Lucy told us that she knew something was weird about the book because the author is one of her favorites so she could easily tell. When we got there she gave the book to the client who originally wanted it destroyed and was confused as to why it wasn't. Natsu, Happy, and I stood in the back watching. I was still on Natsu's back while Happy was on mine.

"If you really wanna burn it then I'd rather you do it yourself."

"I most certainly will burn this trash, I never wanted to see it again."

"I completely understand why you feel the way you do about this book Kaby. You wanna protect your fathers legacy because your actually Zaleon's son aren't you?" Huh?

"Yes that's true."

"Have you read it yourself?"

"No. I could never bring myself to do it. My father told me it was garbage."

Then of course an idiot had to have his input. I mean I felt the same way but I was just too depressed and didn't feel like it was important enough to interfere.

"So you were just gonna burn it?" Natsu questioned.

"I was." Oh boy here we go.

Natsu walked over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Without even bothering to see what's inside?! It's the last book that your dad wrote right?! Some of us would kill for that kind of memory!"

Lucy pushed him back. "That's enough Natsu, let Kaby explain himself!"

"Please, that book caused my family great heartache and shame."

He told us a short story about how his father cut off his own arm so that he would never have to write again 31 years ago. Natsu and Lucy screamed, it didn't really have an effect on me except for the fact that it was surprising that he'd make a sacrifice like that. He started telling the rest of the story but me being easily bored fell asleep.

Unfortunately my nap wasn't long lived since people had to yell again and then there were brights lights and eventually I just gave up. When the bright light dissipated the title of the book changed from Daybreak to Dear Kaby.

"This book is his letter to you, disguised by a spell that rearranged all the words so no one else could read it." Letters began flying out of the book and around the room. They looked kinda pretty for just a couple of words.

"He didn't stop writing because he was ashamed, he stopped because he had finished his masterpiece, a novel containing everything he had ever wanted to say to his beloved son. And when you read it the way he intended it's easily his best work ever. And now that the spells been broken you can read it for yourself."

"Thank you father, I swear that I won't let any harm ever come to this book."

"Well I guess we won't be collecting that reward."

"Ai." Happy agreed.

"Huh?" Lucy's face was funny.

"We were suppose to destroy it, we didn't finish the job." It broke my heart inside to agree with Natsu. As I said those words I could just see my sweets being blown away by the wind while crying out "Neeeeellaaaaaa. Whhyyyyyyy? We were so close to being together."

"Even so, let me do something."

"Yea, it's not our fault he decided not to burn the book after we got it back for him."

"Lucy, don't be greedy. You're totally ruining what was a touching moment." Happy said.

"I NEED THE CASH!!"

"Thanks for offering but we don't want it."

"Uh yes we do I need to pay my rent!"

"I think it's time we all go home. That means you too Mr. Melon, go back home."

**

"Unbelievable who in their right mind would ever turn down 2 million joule?"

"If we had taken the money it wouldn't of looked good. You gotta think about Fairy Tail's reputation."

"Ai."

Ye-yea Lucy, we just gotta think about the reputation." I looked up at her...crying. "The reputation and nothing else." My voice cracked at the end.

"YOUR ONE TO TALK! I bet your just thinking that you can't buy any sweets now!!!" It felt like someone stabbed me in the back again. Soooo, I reverted back to my always trusty plan B.

"*Sniffle*sniffle* N-Natsu, Lucy's making fun of me cause I can't buy any sweets now." I buried my face in the back of his neck and let my plan unfold.

"I was no-" She shut up when he glared at her.

"Lucy, messing with my angel is the one unforgivable act I will never tolerate unless she doesn't mind. Got it?" She just nodded.

"Great, glad you understand." He turned back into the cheery Natsu while I stuck my tongue out at her and she shook her head and changed the subject.

"But we made Kaby happy right? We got the job done and now we're walking home? Well some of us are walking." I started fake crying, Natsu turned his head and glared again, then she nervously laughed it off and continued talking about Kaby.

"And then to find out that they're not even wealthy? They were just renting that house so that everyone would think they were rich. It's not like it matters we would've taken the job either way."

"I don't know about you." Happy chimed in.

"Of course I would have."

"Sure greedy." I added. I then moved my arms from Natsu's shoulders to around his neck so I could rest my head atop his shoulders for a nap.

Natsu's pov

"Hey bro, thanks for the ride." I could feel her breath tickling my ear. Oh my god it's so hard to resist acting to that. I mean I already have her boobs squashed against my back, isn't that enough beautiful torture?

"No problem. I'd gladly give my sweet baby sis a ride anytime she wants." Though I said it in the most wholesome way possible, I meant it in an entirely different way. I can't help it. She's just so perfect. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. About an hour later we decided to rest. I set Neela down and covered her with a blanket and asked Lucy to watch her while Happy and I went fishing.

Neela's pov

~Sniff~sniff. ~Sniff~sniff. Meeeeeeeaaaatt. If there's one thing that can wake me up it's the smell of meat cooking. I rubbed my eyes and opened them to come face to face with Natsu holding some chameleon looking thing on a stick over my nose.

"Haha, I knew you'd wake up if I did that. Here." He handed me the stick and I sat up from the position he had put me in and started eating. I guess while I was napping he put me between his open legs with the back of my head resting against his abs and a blanket over me. When I finished eating I stood up and tried to put pressure on my ankle to see how it felt. Miraculously it felt a lot better.

"Feels better right? Your amazingly awesome big brother massaged it with his magical fire fingers to make the boo-boo go away. Besides you're lucky it was just a bruise."

"Thanks Natsu!" I sat back down only this time I sat on his thigh and placed my head against his chest. "You really are the sweetest brother ever." I smiled then kissed him on the cheek before deciding to go back to my nap while I still had the chance.

**

This time I had the pleasure of waking up to Lucy and Happy staring and laughing at me.

"What's so funny?"

"It's not so much funny as it is adorable." Lucy said.

"Huh?" It was too early for me to try thinking so I was completely confused.

"The way you and Natsu are sleeping together, it looks so cute."

I didn't even notice that the position I fell asleep in was different from how I woke up. My head was still on his chest but now he was laying on his back with me partially on top of him. His lips were resting on my forehead while the rest of his face was buried in my hair and his arm was wrapped around the back of my shoulders clutching me to his body so tight, as if he thought I was going to disappear. (A/N: sorry bad at descriptions but I put up a pic of it.) It was actually pretty unusual for him to hold me like this. He only ever did it for 3 years after the "incident". But it made me smile, it gives me hope that maybe I'm just being paranoid. If it wasn't for the fact that I was starving and the others wanted to go home I would've let him sleep like this a while longer.

I gently shook him awake while whispering in his ear. "Natsu. Naaaatsuu. Wake up."

"Hmmm, five more minutes." He grumbled while squeezing me tighter to his chest. I could hear Happy and Lucy awing.

"Tell ya what, if you get up right now I'll be your personal teddy bear every night for a week." He froze, let me go, then jumped up shouting "Now I'm fired up!" I could only giggle.

**

We wound up having up to walk through some swampy place where I carried Happy on my back. Then again to be fair I had Natsu carry me again. There was no way I was getting any of that up my shorts and especially not on my tail.

"I don't know about this guys, are you sure we're going the right way? She asks." Lucy was sitting in her clock spirit Horologium again.

"Happy says this is the way home so this is the way we're going, I answer." Natsu.....well answered.

"Have faith. I'm a cat I have a great sense of smell. My nose will lead us home."

"It's dogs that have great noses. Like Neela. And what does smell have to do with direction? She asks quite oddly."

"I'M A WOLF!!! I GROWLED BACK!"

"Oh, sorry. She she says in fear."

We got out of the swampy area and onto land. I asked Natsu to put me down cause if not he would've kept carrying me.

"Why don't you walk on your own." Natsu told Lucy.

"Because I'm tired. She groans exhaustedly."

"Oh brother." I groaned.

Suddenly we heard something in the bushes ahead of us. Natsu asked, "Who's there?" But jumped behind it before anyone could respond. I held his bag & the blanket while Happy sat on my head.

"Do you always have to fight? She inquires worriedly."

"You can take em Natsu." Happy said.

"Yeah!" I added. Immediately after I said that I had to face palm. Natsu popped out of the bush fighting none other than the other idiot Gray.

Sigh.

Why are all the people I know idiots? Honestly, can't there just be one who isn't a moron in some way? Just one? Why is he even here anyways? Gray landed in front of me and Natsu across from him.

"What is he doing in his underwear? The lady questions."

"Yeah idiot you do realize your in your underwear again right?"

"Don't call me an idiot!! And yes I know, I'm trying to find a bathroom."

"Why would you undress before you found one? And who the hell ever heard of a bathroom in the middle of the forest?"

"I wanted some privacy, I didn't expect an idiot to barge in."

Oh boy here we go.

"I didn't barge in." Natsu and Gray were going back and forth bickering with their foreheads pushed against each other.

"They're so childish."

"She says to the cat." Happy added at the end of Lucy's sentence.

After a few minutes of the boys going back and forth I finally intervened. I stepped between them, put on my puppy dog eyes and asked them to stop. They sighed and glared at each other before agreeing they'd stop. To make it even worse with my evil ideas I brought them both in for a hug at the same time. I could tell they were glaring at each other behind my back. Once everybody calmed down (and dressed) I sat between the boys and across from Lucy while Happy went to the edge of the cliff to fish for....I honestly don't even know since there's no water. I then asked Gray why he was here.

"So you're on your way back from a job?" I asked.

"Yea, there's a short cut through these woods that will get you back to town in no time."

"See I told you so."

"Yea well if your nose is so great then why didn't you smell Gray in front of us?" Lucy asked.

"There's some things you don't wanna smell."

"What'd you say?"

"I agree. So go on home and we'll smell ya later." Of course Natsu just had to make a remark.

"Fine I will. And unless you want trouble you should too."

"Why do you say that?" I asked him.

"Cause Erza's due back anytime now."

..........WHAAAAATTTTT?!?! No way uh ah. I don't wanna live in fear again. Can't she go on another mission like, immediately?? I wanna liiiiiive!!! Li-hi-ivvvve😭😭😭. Noooooooo.

"The Erza? Woah." Lucy said.

"Yup, she's the most powerful woman in all of Fairy Tail." Happy said with a fish in his mouth. Where does he even get those?

Lucy was all flustered saying, "I can't wait to meet her. But you know I've never seen a picture or anything of her in Sorcerer's Weekly. What's she like?"

"Scary." Natsu, Gray, and I answered simultaneously.

"Wild animal?"

"A vile beast."

"More like a full on monster."

I did not disagree with any of them. I knelt in front of Lucy and gave her scary eyes. "Listen Lucy, there is nothing in this world that is more terrifying. You should be happy that you never had to meet her and witness the terrifyingness."

"That's not even a real word."

"I DON'T CARE!! That's just how horrifying she is, you have to make up new words to describe her." I moved back over to Natsu and laid my head on his arm.

"She's not that big you guy's." Happy said while munching on his fish.

"Well, she's big enough for me."

"Uh huh."

"One thing we all agree on is she is definitely that scary. Well maybe a little scarier."

"No way she's way scarier."

"I guarantee you Erza can take down at least three mountains with a single kick."

"You don't have to exaggerate like that Gray it's more like two." Happy chimed in.

"You know guys even if she's able to kick down a single mountain, that's still scary."

"Like I said, we should get back."

"Crap, let's get movin." I said while standing up and panicking.

Suddenly there was an explosion. There was sand everywhere and we were all partially buried in it. Except Happy. He was tied to a stick over a fire pit by a group of guys that I'm assuming caused the explosion.

"Happy!" Natsu and I said simultaneously, except he had sand falling out his mouth.

"Help me." Happy pleaded.

"We're finally gonna get some real protein." "No berries for us tonight." Said a couple of  twins.

"MEEEAAAT!" Yelled some giant chicken.

"In our future lies a feast." Said a guy holding a purple orb.

"Relax, your going to be in our bellies soon enough, so there's no reason to be scared." This guy was a weird color and kinda looked like a troll.

"Actually I'm not shaking like this because I'm scared. I gotta use the bathroom really bad. I can't hold it much longer, and I bet it's gonna make me taste weird."

"Who cares now cook him." Troll guy ordered.

The giant chicken said "meat" again then the top of his staff caught fire.

"I like mine medium please." Said orb guy.

"Hey I'm serious, it's gonna make me taste funny I just know it will."

"Hold it right there!"

"Happy!"

"Thank goodness, now I'm not gonna taste weird."

"Pipe down." Said greeny.

"That's our friend buddy. Sorry but your gonna have to make other plans for dinner." I started cracking my knuckles.

"You're all wizards aren't you? What guild are you with?"

"I'm not tellin. Get em." Greeney yelled out.

"Hey boys. How bout lettin me take care of these morons? I'll be quick." I need to redeem myself. I know I can take them all on and come out unscathed. They're weak, I can tell. The only problem is convincing Natsu. He can be just a tad overprotective sometimes. Not that I really mind all that much.

"No way Nee. There's too many of them."

"Oh come on bro. It'll be easy I swear. How about this, if it looks like I need help you can come in and save me and I won't be mad. You'll be my pink knight."

"Fine. But the moment I think you need it even if you don't I'm coming in."

"Me too." Gray added.

"Aw thanks you guys are so sweet." I laughed and went to work.

Greeny was first. I kicked him to the right getting him out of my way. Then slipped behind the twins as they lunged at me. I waited till they turned around and kneed them both in the face. As I moved onto my next target Lucy made it to Happy first. I laughed when I heard him say, "Help, Lucy's gonna eat me:'(." The boys showed up right behind her and helped untie Happy. As I was laughing the giant chicken thought I wasn't paying attention and went to attack Lucy. "Ahh, please don't kill me Mr. Chicken!!" She screamed. It only made me laugh more. Before he could attack her I kicked him in the head knocking him out. "Next." As I did that the orb guy went to attack Gray. But I wanted to successfully defeat them all on my own so I rushed over there before Gray could attack.

"Haaaaaaa, you'll see someone special, but the stars point to great trouble with water and women."

"You tellin me my fortune?" Gray was about to attack him when I landed on the guys back. Hard. Also knocking him out instantly.

"Gray!! What are you doing? I said I was gonna beat em up!!" I pouted at him.

"Heh, sorry mutt I forgot." He pet the top of my head.

"It's ok but.....will you please put some clothes on?" He was somehow in just boxers. I don't even know why I still try to figure out how he does that without noticing.

"Crap!" He exclaimed. Just when I thought I was done, I was enveloped in a giant ball of sand. I guess Greeny didn't get knocked out. I just hope Natsu won't try anything. I easily broke out of the ball with a single punch. I haven't even been using magic this whole time, these guys are so weak.

"You jerk, now I got a mouth full of sand and it's all because of you. If I can't eat any sweets then I sure as hell don't want sand." I spit out some of it and then slammed my fists together. I decided to use my fire magic for this guy.

"FIRE DRAGON IRON FIST!!" I punched Greeny square in the face with my flame cloaked fist and even knocking down a couple trees with him. In the end the boys tied them to a tree. Natsu ruffled my hair and said that I was awesome. Even Lucy said she was surprised that I didn't use my magic till the end.

"Don't you think you went a little overboard Neela?"

"So what if I did I got the job done right?"

"Grow up already. Your an embarrassment to the guild."

"Wha? Tech, shut up!"

"No you shut up!"

"No you shut up!"

"No you!"

"Nuh ah you! You pervy ice for brains!"

Although Gray and I get along a lot better than he and Natsu, we still fight like they do but I know he likes me more and that it's all in good fun. That's the only reason I reply back instead of "crying" to Natsu about it. Cause it's fun. And Natsu knows that as long as I don't call for him that I'm ok. In the middle of our bickering we overheard Greeny say "lullaby". But out of nowhere something hits us throwing us back. Whoever it was did something to the area around the tree burying the guys we tied to it underground.

"What was that?"

"Who was that?"

"Well whoever it was they're fast. I can't even sense their presence anymore."

"But, what could this mean?"

"Lullaby." Just what exactly is it?

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #natsuxoc #laxusxoc #laxus dreyar

[frinopringo]

c!tommy is really just a bundle of emotions with a wig huh

#like damn son #he just yells and shouts and cries and laughs so easily i want to be just like that so much #and he’s hard to love and easy to hate #but you can never get him out of your mind #because he burns his image into your very soul and refuses to let go #and hems been through so much but time and time again he stands up with all his scars and his hurt on display #because he’s fucking tommyinnit and he will not be broken #he is the sun and he is the way your heart burns when you love desperately and he is the resolve in your heart and he is loyalty #like just #please #he :( #mcyt #tommyinnit #c!tommy #dream smp

[katsukikitten]

At age 33 Bakugou has seen some shit. He's gotten older although he has aged liked a fine wine.

Or perhaps like a bourbon or whisky.

He comes home, growling and fighting with his steel toed boots. Cracking his neck and back as he stretches, taking off grenade belts and locking them up in the safe by the door.

"DADDY!" His kids screech as they run for him. Almost knocking the pro hero from his feet as he scoops them into his arms, they cling to his biceps for dear life.

"Oi I told you brats not to bombard me right as I get home. I barely put the danger away." He growls but all the while you can see the sparkle in his eyes as he looks at his little girl and his little boy. Giving each a kiss on their forhead while they giggle and give a half hearted apology.

"Sowwyyyy" they don't mean it and the thought makes you giggle aloud, they'll do the same thing like they do every day.

"Oi, oi what's so funny?" He snaps, carrying his spawns as the girl starts to treat him like a jungle gym. Hanging from his frame and swinging while her older brother curls into his father's neck. Having missed him while he was out all day. You wonder if Bakugou's beard scratches at your son's face. Smirking as you spot the grays that pepper his whiskers and wind blown hair.

"Nothing." You say as a cat smile blooms on your face, "Nothing at all."

"Daddy, daddy can we help you cook today?!" The girl yells, climbing onto his shoulders, almost kicking her brother in the face as she bends down to scream in his ear. Bakugou visibly jars, jerking his head away while grabbing onto her foot to prevent a black eye.

"Mindful of your brother baby." He says, "Yes you can help. Let Daddy stretch."

He picks up his daughter by the back of her shirt, like a cat with scruff and gently places her on the floor as he makes his way to bend over to set his son down more gently.

Bakugou found out the hard way that his son is more sensitive.

"Do you need to stretch now cause your bones are turning to dust, old man?" The bright eyed daughter inquires. You bust out laughing, encouraging her as your son begins to get weepy.

"Daddy is turning to dust?!" He cries, curling deeper into his father as his arms wrap tightly around Bakugou's thick neck. Tightly enough he almost chokes.

"Oi oi!" He rubs his large hand across his son's small back, "No one is turning to dust baby."

His voice is soft and you're falling in love with him all over again. After your son has calmed down Bakugou sets his tiny bare feet to the ground before his daughter launches at him.

"Tag you're it!" She knows it always cheers him up because he is the faster of the two. He lunges as she runs away squeeling with delight. While your kids share a game of impromptu tag Bakugou comes closer to you. Pulling you into his strong arms as the day clings to his skin. The sweat and dirt from the day streaking his face as he leans in for a kiss.

"I'm home." His lips twitch into a devilish smirk, "Lemme shower and I'll start dinner."

"We prepped for you today. So it should be easy." You place a peck. Fully expecting him to pull away. But he doesn't. Your pouty lips still getting the best of him as his fingers entangle in your hair at the nape of your neck. Deepening the kiss as his tongue slides across yours. He pulls back enough to just let his lips press against yours.

"EWWWWWWW!" Both of your kids shout in unison you both pull away but Bakugou keeps you pressed to him in his strong arms. .

"Momma's got cooties now!" Your daughter yells and when you notices your son's nose scrunched up both you and Bakugou can't help but laugh.

"Damn right Momma has cooties." He jumps away from you into a hunched over stance, "And now I'm gonna get you two."

They scream with delight, wanting the tickles and scratchy kisses on their foreheads but not wanting to be caught so easily. Bakugou chases after them and you hear when they get caught by the shrill screech that echoes through the house. The laughter that follows fills your heart, tears gather in your eyes as you sigh. Wishing you could bottle that sound, these past few moments forever.

You bite your lip to keep from crying as he saunters back with the kids tucked to his frame. Their little fists playfully hitting at his abs. It looks as if he's caught some villains. You can't help the shake in your shoulders. Your heart could burst from the love and the joy you're living.

Instantly the three of them notice the tears. Bakugou let's them down so they can hug your legs and he pulls the three of you safely into his arms.

"What's wrong?" They say, Bakugou's hands rubbing your back and the kids notice. Rubbing your legs as they imitate their dad.

"Yea why is momma sad?" Your daughter asks, her eyes starting to water too, your son is already starting to sniffle. You place your hands on their heads.

"Oh babies, Momma isn't sad. Momma is just..." You let a watery smile steal your features, not knowing your kids will remember what you said next fondly even as they age and well after you pass.

"I'm just so in love with my family."

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha au #dilf bakugou #bakugou fluff #wow i loved writing this random ass scene #i intended it to be sexy but once I thought of the kids it became SOFT

[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

#beel x reader #Lucifer x reader #leviathan x reader #leviathan #Lucifer #beelzebub #belphegor #asmodeus #satan #mammon #obey me #mammon x reader #asmo x reader #belphie x reader #satan x reader #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #HEADCANONS #obeyme HEADCANONS #obey me x reader

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Mistakes.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Yandere! Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Yandere stuff, past kidnapping mentioned, physical abuse, blood, light nudity, implied attempted non-con.

Summary: After finally having an opportunity to escape from your harsh reality, you're unfortunately forced to find out what a grave mistake it is in the worst ways possible.

W/C: 800+

You continue to run, forced to ignore the ache in your legs telling you to stop while your mind runs over the previous events, trying to make sure you didn’t overlook anything. Just a few moments prior, your captor had stumbled through the door of your ‘shared’ bedroom; completely wasted. He had gone out to celebrate over some reason you couldn’t quite remember and returned at the dark early hours of the morning.

As soon as Mammon stumbled in, you immediately took notice of him having forgotten to place back down the curse on the door, the one that kept you from leaving. You waited as patiently as you could with trembling hands until he fell asleep after having failed to keep himself upright enough to ‘celebrate’ with you. Having passed out on top of you, you pushed him aside as carefully as possible before quietly making your way to the door.

After having spent so long locked away with your legs getting unaccustomed to much movement, they threatened to give up on you until you finally fell. You let out a frustrated shaky breath, trying to get yourself back up with the aid of your arms, wanting to put more distance between you despite having been running for what felt like so long. “Would you look at that?” You hear a voice coming from above you say, drawing your attention to look up.

“What do we have here?” Another one says, with a less than comforting smile, and you quickly come to realize that you’re surrounded by three demons. “They’re a pretty little thing.” The third one says, displaying its sharp teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this one apart.” The second one moans, getting you to look back at its darkened silhouette. You quickly stand to sprint away but easily get pinned down by the three of them, feeling them holding onto your limbs tightly.

“No! PLEASE STOP!” You scream to which they laugh, your struggles earning you scratches from their sharp claws. “What’s wrong?! I bet your flesh tastes as pure as your broken soul!” The first one shouts over your cries before they start turning you around to lay you over your stomach. You continue to cry while they tear the edges of your clothes, landing more scratches and deep cuts in the process, too occupied to notice anything else.

You hear a familiar ringing and look forward to notice your phone laying on the ground with a cracked screen displaying Mammon’s ID name. You struggle to reach forward to it while feeling multiple sharp piercing pains on your body quickly followed by the wet sensation of your blood gushing out. You finally manage to answer the call with another pained scream at the sound of a crack from your body.

“MAMMON! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I-” You get cut off by a sharp slap landing on the side of your face. “SHUT IT!” One of them yells before smashing your phone to pieces. “NO! STOP!” You cry as they turn you to your back again, each pulling at your limbs to tear them from your torso. A loud crackling noise is heard, making them pause their movements and look in the same direction to which you follow with what little you can lift your head, looking forward.

Mammon stands before you, staring down the other demons with a piercing gaze that forces them to scramble away from you, releasing your limbs and letting him see the gashes littering your nearly naked body from the tearing of your clothes. “Close your eyes.” Mammon stares at you intensely while slowly raising a hand as the other lower demons start shouting and begging for forgiveness, knowing that regardless of his idiocy, his power is nothing to scoff at.

Your arms are quick to place themselves at the sides of your head, facing away with your eyes squeezing shut to brace yourself, and as soon as you do; the ground quakes beneath you. Screams of agony fill your ears, the screams seeming to never end as opposed to you having thought that it would be quick, unaware that Mammon is purposefully giving them a slow, agonizing death. Fortunately, the screams eventually stop, by then more tears having left wet trails on your face.

You slowly move to sit up while uncovering your ears just as slowly, looking around you to see the bodies to pieces, seemingly having been pulled apart much like how they attempted to do to you. Once your eyes fall to Mammon’s pristine form, you break out a small cry, standing and running to his arms as best as you can with the pain running through your body.

He takes you in his arms to keep you from falling over as you cry in his chest, soaking his shirt in your tears and blood “I’m so sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I should’ve never left! Please take me back!” You repeatedly apologize as he sets his jacket over your body, shielding your bare body from the cold early morning air. As he listens to your cries, he considers briefly degrading you for having left before deciding to simply pick up your crying form in his arms and carry you back.

#mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #yandere mammon #yandere mammon x reader #yandere mammon x mc #mammon imagines #yandere mammon imagines #obey me #yandere obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #yandere obey me imagines #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me x mc #om #yandere om #om imagines #om x reader #om x mc #yandere om imagines #yandere om x reader #yandere om x mc

[toastedkiwi]

Pearl Ring

Summary: a certain ring on a certain finger has the world believing a Stark is engaged to a Wayne and your father isn’t happy.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Stark!Reader

11:00 EST. Fifth Avenue, New York.

Bruce gave you his right hand. You took it into your left hand as stairs are not your friend especially in heels. He knows it to be a fact as you have fallen down the stairs in his manor. Thankfully, it was just him around and you both got a good laugh over it. Since then, if you’re together and you’re in heels, he’ll give you his hand.

You both deal with the flashes of the cameras and the shouts of the paparazzi as you head to Alfred’s car. He awaits to open the door for you two to slide in once close enough. Bruce had you slid in first while Alfred took the many shopping bags from your hands. The door is shut and you looked at Bruce.

“My dad is gonna be pissed if I’m photographed with you again,” you said with a grin.

Bruce chuckled. Your dad hates him. He can’t stand him especially if he’s near you, his eldest and first born. It’s not at all like Bruce would hurt you purposefully and shit, you know you’re safe with Bruce. You two aren’t even dating. You’re probably the only friend that Bruce can tolerate and understand his grunts or at least not get pissed about it like his kids do. You both just understand each other better than most.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle Ironman,” Bruce said as Alfred got into the driver’s seat.

“I do believe that you would then have the whole Avengers coming after you, Master Bruce,” Alfred said driving off.

“I’m sure I can persuade some to not go after Bruce,” you said. “And I’m sure the kids will come to his aid in battling my father.”

“Oh, I’m more than sure that they’ll watch it all go down with popcorn,” Bruce said.

“I will be too,” you said grinning.

Bruce grabbed your hand and noticed you placed your grandmother’s ring on the wrong hand as you’re talking with Alfred. You always have it on your right hand on the finger in between your pinky and middle finger.

“Give me your other hand,” Bruce said.

You give it to him. He slipped off your ring and you just stopped speaking. You were getting the ring professionally cleaned and so you got the very busy Bruce Wayne to join you in New York to help you kill some time before you could get it back. And you put the ring on your ring finger meant to signify that a person is married or engaged. You aren’t at all and you’ve just been spotted holding hands with the guy you consider to be your best friend and your dad doesn’t approve of him.

“Oh my god, I’m such a dumbass,” you said as he slipped the pearl ring onto the right finger for you.

“You’ll be alright, you dummy,” Bruce said.

You back handed his bicep and said, “you asshole, we were holding hands! They’re gonna think we’re engaged or married!”

He smiled and said, “the boys would be happy and don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s probably too late already,” you said.

It was. The paparazzi were quick to sell the photos which eventually started the process for news sites/gossip sites to write the story and examine the photos for little details. It would be a nightmare but it’ll be easily cleared up in an interview which you’ll probably have to do.

15:30 EST. Avengers Tower, Manhattan.

“Congrats on your daughter getting engaged, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.

“What? What do you mean?” Tony questioned narrowing his eyes at the poor teenager.

“Oh- uh— ummm, I thought that Y/n and B-Bruce—,” Peter said getting nervous.

“If you say Wayne, you are no longer an Avenger,” Tony growled.

“Why can’t the poor kid say Wayne?” Natasha asked appearing into the hallway.

“Because I hate the Waynes and specifically Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Wow, you’re already hating your future son in law?” Natasha teased and shooed away Peter.

Peter quickly escaped to safety. Natasha pulled one of the breaking news videos on her tablet and showed Tony. Tony is ready to start WWIII and it won’t be a pretty thing.

“Friday! Give the location on my daughter NOW!” Tony yelled.

“Which one, sir?” She asked.

“THE OLDEST!”

“Her phone is turned off,” Friday informed.

“Track Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Seriously, Tony?” Natasha said.

“Y/n always has her phone on,” he said.

“Gotham Academy,” Friday said.

16:30 EST. Gotham Academy, Gotham, NJ.

Bruce and Damian were walking down the stairs at the front of the building. Ironman dropped down in front of them. Damian smirked and Bruce couldn’t be more annoyed. He immediately put a hand in front of his son. It might be for Damian’s protection or Tony’s.

“I didn’t propose to her, Stark,” Bruce said.

“Where is she?!” Tony asked.

“She should be at her apartment in Manhattan,” Bruce said. “Probably taking a nap.”

The nanite helmet came off and Tony has this look on his face that Bruce knows all two well. Damian glared at Tony but Tony can’t be bothered by him. He doesn’t know where you are.

“Did you walk her up?” Tony asked.

“I carried in her shopping bags,” Bruce said. “And then I had to come back to Gotham.”

“Her phone is off and on the counter. I checked. She isn’t there,” Tony said.

22:00 EST. Scarecrow’s Hideout, Gotham, NJ.

“No, Daddy! Please don’t! P-Please don’t kill him!” You cried out.

It freaked Tony out. You’re terrified. You had been kidnapped and dosed with some psychotic. And you keep calling him. You’re begging him not to kill someone but who?

“B-Bruce, d-don’t go,” you whimpered.

Batman pulled out the anti-venom for the fear toxin. He’s hopeful that it’s the most up to date as Scarecrow takes his time to perfect each variant. It should at least dim down your hallucinations.

“What are you doing?!” Tony yelled running to where you and Batman are in the warehouse.

“Get away! B-BRUCE!” You screamed seeing a scary monster with big fangs in front of you. “HELP!”

He injected you with the anti venom into your thigh like an epipen. He hates seeing people close to him go through their worst nightmares. He’s clearly a part of it.

Your dad attacked the Batman while the rest of the team handle the goons as well as Scarecrow. Batman is quick to dodge the attacks as your father is a bit sloppy in his technique.

“I’m trying to help, Tin-Can,” Batman hissed.

Nightwing quickly came to your aid and fought off goons with Black Widow.

-on the quinjet. Not taken off yet.

“Bruce,” you cried for.

“You should call the billionaire,” Natasha suggested.

Tony huffed. However, Batman came aboard. He could careless about the others. You’re calling his name. He crouched down in front of you and took off the cowl in front of you.

“Bruce,” you whispered.

You went into his arms and cried in relief as he held you tightly. The others turned to see that Bruce Wayne is Batman. It’s shocking especially for Tony. He’s always thought so low of Bruce Wayne. He thought Bruce was just like him before becoming ironman. But it all had been a show for Bruce to put on.

“D-Don’t leave me,” you begged Bruce.

“I’m right here,” he said softly.

“I- I— I c-can’t lose you,” you whimpered.

You’re holding onto him so tightly. You don’t want to let go of him. Tony could tell this. Bruce means a lot to you and probably more than your father will know.

“Shhhh, breathe, Honey,” he said.

Bucky came over with a blanket and put it over you. Bruce helped wrapped it around you.

“You should get seated,” Bucky said.

Bruce scooped you up and sat down on the bench.

“You know you look like shit,” Tony said.

Of course he does. He’s bleeding. He’s got bruising on his face. It’s all because of Tony using his metal fists to beat him. He’s only human.

The jet took off to the upstate compound. Bruce kept you close and reassured you that he’s okay and that he has you.

08:00 EST. Avengers Compound, Medbay, New York.

“Hi,” Bruce said when you opened up your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked seeing that you’re shaking a little.

You nodded your head looking at him. He’s in a black Avengers issued hoodie. His hair isn’t styled like how it usually is. He’s patched up and makeup isn’t covering his bruises. He’s sitting in a swivel stool right at your bedside.

“You’re really Batman?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled and said, “I knew it.”

Bruce chuckled. He stood up from his seat. He leaned over the bed railing and kissed your forehead.

“Can I go home with you, Mr. Batman?” You asked.

“I don’t think your father would like that,” he said.

“Screw him,” you said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Tony said walking in with Alfred behind him.

“Master Bruce, I brought you a suit so you can change out of those awful clothes,” Alfred said.

“That is rude,” Tony said.

“My sincerest apologies, I do not care,” Alfred said.

You laughed seeing your dad’s face. Bruce thanked Alfred.

“I’ll be right back, Darling,” Bruce said.

Alfred and him headed off. Alfred went off back to the car while Bruce went into the bathroom to get changed. He put his batsuit in the black suit protector and he covered what bruises he could with makeup. Only the Avengers who went on the rescue mission to get you and Dr. Cho know about his alter ego.

“I still don’t like him,” Tony said.

“That’s a lie,” you said.

“You really like him, don’t you?” your dad asked.

“Yeah, he makes me really happy, Daddy,” you said.

“You know he’s got like 20 kids,” he said.

“So do you,” you sassed. “They just aren’t legally yours and most are fully grown.”

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner or something,” Tony said.

“I’d like that,” you said.

Bruce came into the room and Tony turned his head to see the billionaire fresh faced— no longer sporting any nasty bruises.

“What happened to the bruises?” Tony asked.

“Concealer,” Bruce said simply.

“Your butler brought you makeup?” Tony asked.

“I have a secret identity to protect, Stark,” Bruce said. “And no, he didn’t bring me any. It’s in my belt.”

You laughed and said, “your tool belt is like chick’s purse.”

Bruce smiled at you and said, “the boys would laugh at that.”

“Wait,” you said connecting the dots. “Damian isn’t Robin, is he?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Bruce said.

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