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phoenixyfriend · 9 months

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Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes

It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.

At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*

Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)

So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.

Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.

Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.

Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.

Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)

@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):

Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby. And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????

Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.

I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)

The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)

Vader's right, that distinction does not matter Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized

Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.

They point out that he is Baby.

😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better. Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord. Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.

Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.

At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.

(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)

It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive And likely 70%+ upfront payments

Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.

!!! Baby has baby!! Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason. Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]

The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...

He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢 (He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination He so is too tired)

Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.

Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.

the indignity

You just. You can't let him get too self-important.

Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.

The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.

Also Maul's there.

Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his! Woooo!

Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.

You know, the classic anime head bite

Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness He was wrong At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'? Appreciating the little things

tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit

Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.

They're peers They're tired They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child They have a lot in common 😊

They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.

Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).

Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse (Competence, athleticism, sweat-) Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)

I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there

Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation

Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension

* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #maul #darth maul #obimaul #obi wan and anakin #anakin and obi wan #ahsoka tano #time travel #de aging #star wars #phoenix posts

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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Konig x fem! virgin reader

You finally get into Konigs bedroom and make the move you’ve always wanted to.

Hi so this is pure filth. No plot. Lowkey self indulgent because I’m horny for him and I’m unhinged.

Warnings! Kinda perv reader! Mentions of female masterbation! Oral! Both receiving! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Choking! And not proofread

Sneaking into Konigs room wasn’t the smartest idea in your life but you were so desperate for the big, muscular man that you were willing to do anything. Anything to feel his touch. Anything to have him.

The age gap between you both wasn’t horrible but it was a gap. Ten years. He had plenty of experiences. Girlfriends. Even an engagement broke off six months ago when you got to the base and you’d been head of heels ever since. His personality, looks and everything drew you in. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him or keep yourself from toying with your pussy alone in your room at night at the thought of him.

You saw his bare chest rising and falling as he slept. His mask was off. He didn’t wear it constantly but it was still jarring to see his real face. Handsome. A very small amount of gray in his hair. You bite your lip and pick up his shirt, with the other one you stole in your empty hand. Tossing it over your body which was comically long on you. Your socks felt cold as you walked over to where he laid. Your breath shuddered as you reached to touch him before faltering. You wanted him to want it just as badly. You weren’t above begging.

You’ve never slept with a man. You’ve kissed a couple of friends at sleepovers but you’ve never gone all the way. No one seemed worthy, especially with Konig around. Just looking at his parted lips making your core clench. You saved yourself for him. Only him.

“Sir?” You whispered. Trying to wake him but nothing happened. “Sir.” You said a little louder. He stirred. “Konig?” You spoke and he jolted awake.

He rose to his elbows and you realized from his bare pelvis peeking out of the blankets he was naked. You groaned at the sight and his eyes widened in the dark. He said your name with a shocked tone and you licked your sudden dry lips. Konig pulled the blanket higher when he saw you holding one of his shirts that you stole. “I took this earlier. I used it to make myself cum. I need you so bad. I want your cum. I need to fuck you.”

He gasped as your cold fingers gently brushed against his tattoos on his right arm but he gripped your elbow and lightly shook you. “You can’t. We can’t. I’m ten years older. And you-” But you shook your head immediately and moved forward. You pressed your lips against his and you moaned as you opened your mouth. He instantly kissed you back, he grabbed your hips and swung you over his lap. Your soaked panties leaked over his bare cock that he rolled against you and you whimpered when his large fingers slipped down and snapped the band. Your hands encircled his neck and you lightly choked him. Not hard enough to hurt but enough that you felt his dick twitch underneath you and you grinded down. Your wetness smeared against the fabric as his own hand slid down to your ass and he slapped it.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” He said against your mouth, you both were a harsh mixture of teeth and he sucked your tongue as you dig your nails into his skin before you ripped away. Konig’s eyes flashed as he may have suspected you were having regrets but then he saw you start to kneel on the floor and he took a deep breath as you removed the blanket.

His cock was big, thick and the tip glistened with precum in the moonlight that shined through the window and you separated your knees to get comfortable on the ground. “I want it so badly, wanna taste you.” Konig’s hand wrapped around the base of your throat and made you pause and look at him with wide eyes.

“Liebling, you don’t have to. Fuck, god knows I want you to-” Konig tried to sound reasonable as he was struggling to keep his eyes open as your thumb swiped the lube that he naturally provided. You leaned forward and licked the side of the vein. Your tongue flat and lewd as you dragged it up to his balls before you sucked. You’d never blown a guy in your life but you watched enough porn and talked to plenty of friends to understand how it worked. And your own nightly fantasies that kept your fingers busy with his shirt underneath you on your own bed. Konig spoke a number of words in German as you kitten licked his tip while holding some of the weight of his shaft on your hands as you rubbed up and down. His head lulled to the side as he moaned lowly and his fingers tangled in your hair. His strength was so intense you almost hissed in pain as he tugged but you hollow your cheeks and sucked past his tip like a lollipop. You then rolled your tongue to taste anything that he gave you as your pussy throbbed from how turned on you were watching him struggle to control himself.

“Fuck, liebling, i’m going to-little love you’re going to make me cum too fast.” Konig growled before pulling you off, drool pooled from the corners of your lips as you swallowed and whined.

“I wanted you to, I don’t even care about me right now. Please, let cum on me, in me or wherever you want. I’ll do anything.”

Konig reached down and grabbed you by your waist, hauled you from the ground and threw you on your back. You shrieked as he ripped off your underwear, the material ripping as he tore off your shirt and exposed your breasts that were swollen. He leaned down, his breath hot as he licked a stripe from your neck down to your tit before enveloping the nub between his lips. Your back arched but his other hand came and slapped your cunt. “Dont. Move.” He growled as he sucked your nipple. He pulled off and looked at you with a dark expression. “You want to act like a dirty whore, you’ll get treated like one.”

Your pussy clenched as he returned to his pattern of licking, sucking and then gently dragging his teeth along your nipples and breasts, leaving marks no doubt. But you craved any sort of trophy from fucking him as his cock slapped against his stomach as he started shoving your legs apart.

“For a virgin you’re such a fucking slut. Bet you taste sweeter than you are.” Konig spoke above your center before he laid his flat and in one smooth motion licked across your clit.

You weren’t able to move from his strength pinning you down but your eyes squeezed shut as he lapped at your cunt, fully savoring everything you gave him, every single drop that dripped out of you as you whimpered. Konigs hips were rolling against the bed and you never would have imagined this moment feeling this good as Konig shoved his tongue in your entrance while his thumb spread the sticky substance across your pussy. You breathed heavily so that your stomach coiled and couldn’t relax as your legs tried keeping him in one place.

The familiar rise of orgasm was approaching you. “Thank you for tasting me, sir.” Your eyes leaked with tears as you struggled to speak.

Konig pulled away and crawled above you, his legs in between yours as his arms encircled your knees. He lowered himself and you felt the outline of his heavy cock against you, brushing against your sensitive bundle and you looked at him with wide eyes as he pried your lips apart. He spits inside your mouth, you taste yourself on him as kisses you hard and roughly. “I’m gonna give you want you want. I’m gonna make you mine and you’re never going to be touched by anyone else. Understand?” He husikly said against your mouth and you nod weakly.

Konig gently lined his cock to your opening, teasing it with his tip and you were just a little nervous. You knew you could take it. You wanted to take it more than anything. But…still. Konig must have sensed the very small amount of anxiety by the way he tenderly ran a hand down your thigh. “You’re being a good girl. You wanted this so bad, hm? Wanted me to fuck you. Don't be nervous now.”

He pressed the bulbous tip inside, giving you a slightly uncomfortable stretch as your nose scrunched a little but his fingers went to your clit, stimulating the twitching electric shocks that reminded you how close you were. You both were.

“That’s it…such a good little bitch. That’s what you want right? You want me to tell you how pathetic you are? For wanting me to fuck you so badly? Come on, little love. You can admit it.” Konig mocked you as you moaned as he pushed deeper, his own noise escaping his throat as your fingers found his hair.

“I’m so pathetic-pathetic for you.” You said between his movements as he brought himself to the hilt, your greedy pussy taking him better than you though and his balls slapped against you. It was messy, precum making it slippery as you both breathed in each other.

“Mhm, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Taking me like a champion.” Konig pulled out before slamming back in with a hard thrust, and you hummed loudly with a sob and the burn in your stomach grew in the pit. You wouldn’t last long which was embarrassing but Konig wrapped his hand around your neck.

“No, no, don’t act shy now. You were so eager to blow me and now you look nervous? You’re gonna cum as many times as I make you.” He growled against you and pulled your lower lip with his teeth.

You blinked at his aggression and your throat was sore as he squeezed but you humped into him as he slammed you against the bed with his movements.

He was so big that it was difficult to not fall off the mattress but his hand kept you pinned. His swollen cock filled you to the brim and you were already closer than you imagine and your stomach released all the pent up adrenaline and pleasure. You spill ropes of cum all over his cock, an echoing sob came through a garbled sound from him choking you as you clung to him. The waves hit you in waves and you jerked in aftershock.

“Look at you, pretty baby. You’re such a good little girl.” Konig cooed and stroked your cheek. And that’s when you realized he was pulling out.

“What-wait no I want you to cum-“

“Did you ask me nicely?” His question made you understand you actually didn’t ask him. You never did. “You want me to cum? Then I get to play this little game. Sneak into your room. Take one of your shirts and wake you up. Maybe then. You get to make me cum.”

And with that, Konig started putting on the shirt you stole.

It wouldn’t be that easy to get what you want, would it?

@marchsfreakshow @slvt4jamesmarch @xxhellfirebunnyxx

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

hawks/keigo:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

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the-oblivious-writer · 5 months

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Meant To Be One

Gf!Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

One-Shot

Summary: You couldn't have guessed this is where you would end up after letting Sam Carpenter in your life. Well, now you're in your room, hiding, as Sam tries to break down your door whilst revealing the cruel future she has planned for the students of Woodsboro High

Warning(s): Swearing, dark!sam, manipulating/gaslighting, gun(s), mentions of death & killing

Notes: Based off of the song 'Meant To Be Yours.' Not sure how to feel about this one, lemme know what you think

2/7 for Seven Days Of Christmas

Bang. Bang. Bang—BANG.

That was all you could hear on the other side of the door as Sam Carpenter incessantly pounded on your bedroom door. You tried to be as quiet as possible but deep down you knew no matter how quiet you could be, Sam wouldn't leave until you opened up.

“All is forgiven baby! Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally,” she shouted from the other side. You stayed a few feet from the door, not knowing how far Sam would go. You’ve seen how far she could go, and you soon realized she could go much farther.

“Fuck off! You’re a psychotic asshole!” You spat harshly. Sam stared at the door with a grin so sinister you could almost feel it.

“I’m protecting you! If you would just listen instead of chucking me out like trash, you would understand that!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you! You should be dead for the way you’ve treated me!” The grip on Sam’s gun tightened as she spoke, soon loosening once remembering the plan. “But that’s when it hit me like a flash…” Sam took a short pause between, leaving you in a state of suspense. “What if high school went instead? Don’t you see it—those assholes are the key! They’re keeping you away from me!”

“Sam, you’re fucking crazy! So what—what your solution is blowing up our school with everyone in it and we’re just supposed to drive off into the sunset?”

“Do you not want that for us?” You could hear the emotion in her voice, the sorrow in her tone evident. It made you want to give in until you remembered where you were, how you got here, what she had done—no, what you both had done.

“It’s not that simple–”

“Then make it simple!”

“You tricked me into killing my best friend—not to mention the six other people we’ve killed. God. Just saying it out loud… It’s fucked Sam!”

“He was a damn asshole, an asshole that didn’t deserve you. Not like I do.” She spoke with pure venom, just the thought of him and you made her trigger finger itch. “When I found you, it changed my heart… and so I built a bomb. Because that’s how much I fucking love you!” She banged on your door again, causing you to flinch back.

“Love doesn’t equal bombing the whole damn school!” You subtly moved around in your room as you shouted back, looking through your things for something.

“You don't know what you’re saying! They have made you blind, messed up your mind—but I can set you free!” She pounded on the door again. “Just open up, Y/N. Do you really think there’s going back?”

You grabbed the bat from under your bed, getting ready to use it. Your grip squeezed around the handle as you slowly inched towards your door. “Y/N!” Another bang to the door causes you to jolt back. “Open the door, please… Can we not fight anymore?” Sam’s patience was thinning as she was only met with silence. She let out a sharp exhale, her hand subconsciously squeezing around her gun’s handle. “Don’t make me come in there—I’m gonna count to three!”

“One!”

You let out a shaky sigh, but your eyes suddenly catch sight of your closet.

“Two! Thre—fuck it!” Sam shoots the knob before kicking down the door. She was only wearing the cloak of her ghostface costume, opting to save the mask for later. You saw her look around, confused and frustrated. As she was just about to give up, she noticed your closet slightly open. You suck in a breath, trying your absolute hardest not to be caught. You could hear her combat boots as she inched closer to the closet.

This is it. Your only chance.

Suddenly, the doors abruptly open and instead of giving her a chance to make the first move, you swing your bat. She groans in pain after the metal bat makes contact with her back. You run past her, but Sam has a speedy recovery and immediately starts chasing you. One minute you’re running, the next you’re being pinned to one of your shelfs—books and items falling as she harshly pushed you up against the shelf.

“You really thought you could get away from me baby? Tonight our school is Vietnam, and nothing is changing that,” she says in a low voice. “So you might as well bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores,” Sam lets out a sinister laugh at her own remark.

You narrow your eyes at her, looking at her with disbelief and pure confusion. How was this the same woman you fell so hard for?

“I don’t even recognize you…”

“Well you better get associated darling, because there’s no backing out. We’re doing this. There’s no point in fighting it.” She ran hand down your face, her knuckles softly brushing against your cheek and you hate how much you love her touch.

“I’m meant to be yours. We’re meant to be one.”

Just a moment ago you were absolutely repulsed by her plans. Disgusted with her. Disgusted with the vile acts you helped her commit, how she so effortlessly manipulated you, and how easy you fell for it. But oh, when you look into her eyes… it’s hard to say no. You can't help but feel yourself being pulled back into her cruel plans. You couldn’t resist Sam Carpenter. Not when she kissed you the way she did, not when she touched you the way she did, not when you loved her the way you did.

Sam Carpenter had you in a chokehold.

“So what do you say baby?” With a tilt of her head, she looked at while flashing those dark eyes of hers—eyes she knew you couldn’t resist.

“You know I can’t say no to you, Sammy…” You softly spoke defeatedly, completely forgetting the mindset you had just ten minutes ago.

She brushed her thumb against your bottom lip, slightly smirking. “That's my girl. Now let's go blow up some assholes.”

At the end of the day, Sam was right. She was meant to be yours, and you were meant to be hers.

You were meant to be one.

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A/N: R did a full 180 but let's be real, who wouldn't for Sam?

#sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #melissa barrera x reader #melissa barrera x you #melissa barrera #scream fanfic

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ghcstao3 · 7 months

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Soap likes to draw. It’s a simple fact of his life, and just about anyone who knows him knows it too. On or off base, he’s usually never without a notebook and an apparatus of some kind, because it passes the time, and it serves well to document his missions in further detail for both himself and debriefing.

Everyone knows this, and Soap is aware of that. What no one knows, however, is Soap’s favourite subject, because that’s a notebook that’s kept secret and often left only to be used on leave.

The only person who knows is Ghost, whose form fills those pages in some way or shape, because Soap knows damn well no matter the effort he’d never be able to hide such a thing from him, especially not once they’re living together beyond work.

(Of course, it doesn’t help, either, that Soap prefers to study Ghost while he sketches, rather than drawing solely from memory—because how else would he capture the most intricate of details?)

That being said, Soap could trace the fixation back to a single moment in time, where an itch to scratch branched off into a near obsession from only a couple of seconds, and that moment is the first time Soap ever sees Ghost’s face.

It’s unexpected, the way Ghost pulls off his mask in front of the 141 and company. His eyes are almost squirrely, never quite meeting anyone’s gaze, but Soap doesn’t think he’s ever been so in love.

He doesn’t get quite enough time to memorize, however, before another mask is being slipped over mussed blond hair and pale scarred skin, and suddenly Soap is overcome by the desire to draw Ghost.

To draw Simon.

When they finally arrive back on base following the Las Almas operation, Soap doesn’t waste any time pulling out his notebook and drawing Ghost to the best of his memory. When he finishes, he knows he’s gotten some things wrong, but he hasn’t much to work with. He erases and pencils in new lines tens if not hundreds of times trying to get it right, but it simply isn’t possible.

It’s too bad for Soap, because he just isn’t satisfied with his current result, and it’s too bad for Ghost, because Soap is a persistent, stubborn sonuvabitch.

They’re not quite on leave when Soap begins his endeavour, just between missions. He starts by making a purposeful show of drawing the 141, forcing them to sit so he can, supposedly, get everything perfect. It’s under the guise that he sucks at drawing people (a complete and utter lie), and what better way to practice than with those waiting around.

Soap saves Ghost for last, and it’s a damn good thing he does, because what a difficult affair it is convincing him to sit for, what Ghost deems, “a stupid art project”.

“I have better things to do, Johnny,” Ghost tells him. “And you do, too.”

Soap shrugs. “Maybe. But I won’t stop asking ‘til you agree, Lt.”

Ghost would continue to push off the request—a true testament to his resolve, really—but Soap would continue to insist, so finally, eventually, Ghost breaks.

The encounter is more than reluctant, but Soap figures that Ghost has realized it's either now or later that it happens. He still wears his mask, of course, but it’s only the balaclava—so at the very least, Soap could get his eyes just right.

And that’s a better start than none.

They’re tucked away in a quiet corner of the base for Soap’s “stupid art project”. Ghost shifts constantly while Soap scribbles away in his notebook, first unsure where to look, then unsure of where to put his hands. Soap wears a smile the entire time.

“You’re allowed to move, you know,” Soap says after much too long of a time. He keeps himself from laughing. “It’s better if you do, really.”

Ghost glares daggers at Soap. “You didn’t want to tell me that sooner?”

Soap grins at the Lieutenant but makes no further comment. He’d rather have his life spared for the time being.

Once Soap has finished, he doesn’t say anything. He just sets his pencil down and closes his notebook and makes to leave. Ghost watches every movement closely and remains silent himself. Only, he doesn’t move from his spot, and Soap can almost feel that he has a question he’s debating to ask.

It never ends up phrased as a question, but Ghost’s hesitation is so palpable it might as well have been.

“Let me see.”

Soap hadn’t expected Ghost would want to, though a part of him had most definitely hoped otherwise. He doesn’t put up a fight for such a reason, instead wordlessly passing the notebook to Ghost to browse.

It’s Soap’s turn to fidget as Ghost flips through pages. Most take only a few seconds, nothing more than an impassive look, but Soap knows the moment Ghost stumbles upon the page of his face, sans mask. There’s an instant of realization from them both, and the world feels at a standstill.

When Ghost clears his throat, Soap does his best not to flinch. Maybe this endeavour isn’t worthwhile. Maybe it’s nothing more than an invasion of Ghost’s privacy. Of his person.

Finally, Ghost looks up at Soap, his hardened gaze no different from the one he always wears. There’s no emotion in them, and Soap doesn’t know if that makes everything better or worse.

Soap doesn’t notice how tightly Ghost grips the notebook until later, when he spots the accidental smudge of graphite from the Lieutenant’s thumb.

“When did you do this, Johnny?” Ghost asks. His voice is low and steady as usual, but there’s a near unnoticeable strain that sends guilt through Soap’s body. By now he’s certain he’s made an irreparable mistake.

Soap swallows. “When we got back from Las Almas, sir.”

Ghost looks back at the drawing and nods. He does as Soap had and closes the notebook, sliding it back and standing from the bench where Soap had told him to sit. Soap waits nervously, impatiently, for Ghost to say anything, to curse him out, to tell him to get rid of it, but soon it seems like he would do nothing of the sort.

“Not bad,” is all he tells Soap, before walking off to disappear to God knows where. Soap stays glued to the spot for a solid five minutes following, until he finally feels like he can breathe again.

Not bad. Soap supposes it could’ve been a lot worse.

#i hope i haven’t posted this before #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #soapghost #ghoap #ghostsoap #writing

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Hello, hello! Congrats on making the 500 follower milestone!🥳🎉🎆 For the masquerade event, may I request prompt no. 12 with Leona, Riddle and Azul, please? Thank you!

12. You had a wonderful time dancing and flirting with someone at the ball, only to find out from your friends the next day that was your crush. And you have no idea if they knew it was you they were dancing with.

Hi hi friend!!! I am very happy to see you, in both my inbox and my notifications. I really hope you like what I came up with here, and look forward to any future requests you may have.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, SUGGESTIVE WARNING FOR LEONA (he gives Yuu a hickey) Leona? Self-destructing? It's more likely than you think, Riddle is a fragile Victorian maiden, and Azul is himself, a reference is made to his chat with Jade. This got a bit angsty but everything is ok in the end. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Leona

Just one night. That's what Leona told himself, one night with you in his arms, all your attention focused on him; your smiles, your laughter, the heat of your breath against his lips as he steals all of your air and pockets the sound of your gasps in the back of your mind right by all those times he got the last word in an argument with Kifaji. You were going to be his for one night and one night only, with a mask, hat, and cape to shield him from all your typical banter and sweep you up in the allure of the Masquerade. And it had worked, like the predictable herbivore you were you let him sweep you off your feet and monopolize all of your time for the entire night.

Your eyes had been drawn away by a particularly loud shout from the lizard's annoying retainer, that pointless concern drawing you away from him once again. He touches just under your chin and moves your head back towards him, trying not to let his smirk grow any further when you melt into his touch and completely ignore the commotion.

"Sorry," you do sound like it "where were we?"

"You were about to stop telling me how nice my costume is and do something more productive." The hears the heart rate increase before he feels it, tastes Yuu before he kisses them, and knows long before he pulls away that this was a mistake. He was supposed to tie off his feelings by proving to himself that attending one of these shitty formal events with you would suck.

And it sort of had, but only because he had to hear your strangled disappointment when he left you alone instead of ditching the soirée to come home with him.

Home. As if either of you would be welcome there. ~~~~ "So you wanted me to be sitting down for this conversation?" You have a feeling you know why Ruggie is here. It has something to do with the extremely inhuman teeth marks that would have been your death warrant if looks could kill.

"You already know you were sucking Leona's face last night right?" You aren't quite sure who Ruggie is trying to be polite to with keeping his descriptions to that already vivid medium.

"Yes," you look off just past Ruggie as if it will save you any embarrassment "I found out when Vil started slapping foundation on my neck and demanding I call my therapist."

"You should still do that." So it's you Ruggie is trying to be polite to, sweet that makes eye contact a little bit easier. "But- no after you do that would you mind talking to Leona? I'd say call him but he's just going to ignore you and I am sick of it."

"Oh come on," you try to lighten the mood with a laugh "it's only been one day right?"

"Try since you met." Ruggie mutters and your mood falls back to the stressful buzz of nonsensical energy that you had been stitched in all day. He probably didn't mean for you to hear that, just like Leona didn't mean for you to see him as vulnerable in anyway at all.

"Did he send you to pick something up?" It's not a question Ruggie jumps to answer, but he doesn't have to. "Mind letting me deliver it?" ~~~~ "You've got some nerve showing your face here." Leona knows it's you, and you wish you could say you're surprised he is able to tell with his eyes closed, you wish you could say the deep breath he takes before he opens his eyes is ugly or terrifying in some way so you have an excuse to run.

But for some ungodly reason you don't want to. Seeing him makes things less embarrassing, in a complete defiance of logic and good sense you feel nothing but confidence as you stride across the room and set the skewers Ruggie made on his room's coffee table. "Figured you wouldn't answer your phone so I just let myself in." You don't move any closer to his bed, not because you are afraid of him, something you know he knows as he makes a show of opening his mouth to taste the air and show off his teeth. No if Leona wants you-

"Here to say you regret it?" He means it as a taunt, but like so many of those it's a bit too truthful for you to really be insulted. "I just wanted a taste, you had to have known a herbivore like you would never be able to keep up with me."

"And you have to know that acting like a coward is unbecoming for anyone," the strength of your voice only surprises him, you know damn well Leona isn't the only one who is capable of being petty "let alone you." He closes the distance between for you, eyes narrow and a growl shaking you to your core but he doesn't dare lay a hand on you.

"You-"

"Are completely right and will not take any criticism." And now you are interrupting him, oooh you can piratically see the fire in his eyes. "Look, if you don't want me that's fine. I'm a big herbivore, not a little cub trying to cling to your warmth. But if you do-" You really wish Leona had a tie, it would make this nicer but he doesn't so you satisfy yourself with yanking him down to you with a fistful of his hair "then I want to hear it. And I won't yield until I do."

For a brief second, you wonder if any of what you've just done is smart. If you should have told Vil, Ace, Trey, anyone other than just Ruggie and Grim where it was you were going so they knew who to blame for your mangled corpse. But that would just complicate the excited flicker in Leona's eyes when he fully understands that you are serious. When he breaks free of your grasp with a simple shake of his head and-

Laughs. Freely and purely in a way you don't think you've ever heard before as he reaches out to that specific spot on your neck and wipes away the makeup with a simple, self satisfied spell.

"Beg."

"Excuse-"

"Oh I want to tell you," Leona is back in all his annoying smug glory, you should have expected this from someone who refused to apologize for overblotting "you have no idea just how much I want to say, but I wanna hear you beg just as bad, so indulge me a little yeah?"

I know you want to.

Riddle

"Hey congrats!" Cater almost knocks you off your couch with how hard he claps you on the back. "I was staring to think you and Riddle would never-"

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down." You make sure to put your mug down on a coaster and out of either of your reach so your precious morning brew didn't get knocked over by anyone's antics. "How did you get into my dorm and what's this about me and Riddle?" Cater gives you his best peeved look and you give him your best infuriated stare. Both of you know the answer to both of those questions; he let himself in, and you are in love with Riddle. But you do fail to see what that last bit has to do with anythi-

"Didn't you kiss him last night?" Cater is really glad you set that mug down because the wheezing cough you hack up would have been truly dangerous if any liquids involved. "He's been totally out of it all day, it's super cute you want to see some pics?"

"NO!" You manage an impressive volume for someone so low on air. "I just- ididntknowitwashimand-"

"You what?" Cater is only half paying attention, already moving to show you some admittedly extremely cute pictures of Riddle sitting in the Heartslabyul lounge with a cup of tea staring out the bay window, an unusual shade of pink decorating his cheeks with a strangely serene look on his face. You want to touch his chubby cheeks but Cater keeps his phone just out of your reach.

"I didn't know it was him." You say, quietly almost to yourself and though Cater does suck in a pretty deep breath he doesn't overwhelm you with his reaction. "I mean it was just on the cheek! I thought..."

Sweet. Your dance partner was so sleepy, and trying so very hard to stay awake. But it was clearly unbelievably far past his bed time, he can't stop yawning.

"I'm sorry, I'm being extremely impolite." He falls onto your shoulder anyway, and you feel compelled to protect him from the crowd, gently guiding him away from the lights and wrapping your cloak around his shoulders.

"It's ok, you shouldn't be sorry for feeling sleepy." He hums happily as you look around for one of the professors to take him back to his dorm. "I had a really fun time dancing with you already, I didn't know anything about formal dances before I came here so it was really nice to have such a helpful partner. You don't need to keep yourself awake for me."

"But I want to." He murmurs. "I want you to see me as reliable." Poor kid, he must really be out of it to be relying on a stranger for validation. Thankfully you finally manage to find Crewel and give your new friend a quick thank you kiss on the cheek before you pass him off.

"You're plenty useful, you don't need my approval." And you are gone before he can shout again about just how badly he wants it.

"I thought he was just some guy." You say. "And it wasn't like a kiss kiss, it was just a peck on the cheek." Something you never would have done if you knew it was Riddle, something he had seethed with jealousy over you giving out to everyone else and conveniently neglected to disclose to Cater as the type of kiss he had gotten. Cater had been under the impression it was a bit more... dramatic but then he supposes as he looks at you and then the picture of a pining Riddle on his phone, that this scenario does make a bit more sense.

Maybe the little teapot had an inappropriate dream where you held hands in the rose garden on the way back to Heartslabyul and gotten that mixed up with reality. A sharp knock at Ramshackle's door snaps you both away from your thoughts as Cater quickly excuses himself though one of the lounge's windows and you move to answer it, little doubt about who it could be. ~~~~ Riddle's entry to Ramshackle is much more formal than Cater's. He says nothing as you walk back to the lounge, you say nothing as you sit down on your couch, and he politely coughs when he settles into a recliner but still offers nothing in the way of an explanation.

"Thank you for letting me in." He does say that, because to do otherwise would be rude.

"You're always welcome over." And you can't exactly help but say that because anything else would be a lie. The silence stretches out as you stare at your poor mug in distress.

"Your tea's cold." Not the line you expected from Riddle, less so the genuine distress. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you."

"Oh it's ok, I wasn't really making much progress on it anyway." You had just made it when Cater showed up, and you had quite forgotten about it until you needed a distraction. "Did you have a good night's slee-"

"I love you." Riddle doesn't blurt anything ever, the words are as blunt and firm as a deceleration of the Queen's rules. Once again, you are very glad that no liquids are involved in the breath you are required to take. "I love you and would very much like to know if you love me too. It's alright if you don't, I'm content with our friendship, treasure it even, but I need to say something to avoid further miscommunications on my part like last night's." He moves, not quite to his knees, but deferring to you all the same. "Please." Riddle doesn't know what he is asking for, and you barely know how you answer. "What do you have to say?"

"I think." You gently take his hands in yours. "That I would like to make two cups of tea. And I would like you to sit a little closer to me."

Azul

He knew. There was no way in the deep blue sea that conniving, scheming, bastard hadn't known it was you for one second. So what was it that Azul wanted from you so badly that he pretended to be attracted to you for an entire night? You shuffle around under your blankets and flip the pillow you had been sobbing into just a few moments prior trying to convince yourself to go back to sleep, that this revelation (even if it felt more like a train wreck with how loud Ace and Deuce had yelled at you this morning) would be better digested after a night's sleep.

Closed eyes take you back to the dim lights of the ballroom, the perfect way the supposed stranger holds himself, poised yet somehow relaxed. Like he was always meant to be held in your arms, the way he removes his glove before he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers as you dance doesn't even strike you as slightly performative.

"Your hands seem cold." He says, plush lips curving into a smile as his thumb runs over your knuckles in time with the shiver his words send through your spine. "May I hold you closer? It might help with that chill you seem to be suffering." And though you say nothing you still move further into his embrace, overwhelmed with the beauty of his affection.

You take a deep, shuddering breath and scream again into your pillow as Grim rolls over next to you mumbling something inaudible to your foggy mind.

This is pure torture. ~~~~ You knew it was him. That was the conclusion Azul had drawn because there was no way, with how deep your affections ran for him, you would have ever allowed someone else to sweep you up into their arms when you had his gift tied so delicately around your throat.

"I was right," he remembers saying that with such loaded intent he almost cringed at the sound of his own voice "it does look quite attractive on you." The spiral conch was a bit out of place in your costume, but you had still thought to wear it. The delicate silver string he had spent so much time agonizing over glittered in the magical lights of the ball. There was no reason in his mind, no reason until approximately 8:45 AM this morning anyway, to consider last night as anything other than a complete success. Now though...

Roses are too Heartslabyul, it's a bit too late to go looking for coral or seashells even if that was something he knew he needed to give to you at some point. Courtship traditions were ingrained in cultures for a reason, and he knew- well until he saw Ace shaking you in Ramshackle's courtyard he thought he had noticed that you were receptive to merfolk ones.

"Looking to make an apology little imp?" He does not startle to Sam's question, though he does make a disgruntled sigh.

"It appears I need to." Because no one on this campus likes to admit they have ever done anything wrong, and Azul does not think he was wrong to approach you but he knows you're mad. He had been waiting for your usual weekend visit to the lounge, anxious but excited, already having worked his way through the misunderstanding in his own mind. To be jealous of himself had never crossed his mind. You had never once asked to leave him as soon as he had asked for your hand, mask or no that was all Azul really wanted, out of that night anyway. But he had been making plans for this one he still wishes to see fulfilled, ones precious enough to swallow a little pride and say the words. And with that in mind... "Do you have peonies? Light pink, almost white." He doesn't really have to ask, the flowers are bought and paid for as almost an afterthought as Azul tries to plan something, even though he knows with each step he takes towards Ramshackle that the instant he sees you it will all fall apart. But he knocks on the door anyway, and tries not to half cry himself when he sees the stressed face that greets him.

"I am told," Azul says carefully, purposefully not forcing himself into your space no matter how much he wants to reacquaint himself with the warmth of your embrace "that this is the way land dwellers apologize for romantic indiscretions." Between partners goes unsaid as you, against the advice of all your friend group and the monster asleep in your bed, let him into your lounge and excuse yourself to find a vase. It's not strange to see him so relaxed, Azul's self confidence was one of the many things that attracted you to him, but it feels strangely homey to see him settled into your couch not even remotely phased by the flowers he holds. And when he looks up to see you, you can watch the breath catch in his chest before his smile shines through. It's almost enough to make you drop the vase, but not even that is enough to shatter his reverie.

"Thank you." The whisper is hoarse from your previous tears, Azul settles the flowers in the vase before pulling the glove free from his hand to allow you to seek reassurance from the coolness of his touch. There are no tears now, but the gentle curl of his hand around your cheek still has a slight tremble.

"I am sorry." He means that, even if he did nothing wrong he can still regret hurting you he decides. "Would you allow me to show you something?" Something he says, like the embrace you share and the kiss he finally gets to savor is a thing he is giving you and not a treasure he has longed to take.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #500 followers celebration #help i am gaslighting myself into liking leona #also i did get the very lovely little message you sent months ago now i think? i've been saving it to look at because it made me very happ #i hope that's ok #i went down a rabbit hole trying to decide what flowers to pick for azul #there is a reason but i need to sleep so maybe i will say later

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Kinktober Day 1 - Breeding

My first published piece for Call of Duty! Like a lot of others I got very much sucked in (c'mon...hot masked man? ya'll really think I'm that strong? I'm far too gay for that. /hj) to this series and hope you all enjoy the content I write for it! Enjoy!~

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Coming on this mission was nothing short of a mistake. Yet Price wasn’t one to let work build up and overwhelm him. Plus, this was a favor to Nik; he couldn’t just turn the Russian man down with all the times Nik had saved his ass. The unfortunate part of all this was you.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly secret. A number of soldiers had caught you two by now. You two really did try to keep things under wraps! But after Gaz and Soap had caught you in his lap, lips passionately discovering the other’s, well…let’s just say the two sergeants weren’t the best at letting it remain a secret. Thankfully for the both of you, Laswell had workarounds, and the entire squad was sworn to secrecy until further notice. It was only recently, during a short shore leave that the conversation came up: kids. “I’m too old for that pup,” he’d chided, casually taking a drag off his cigar. You huffed a laugh quietly.

“Oh c’mon John,” you hummed against his bare chest. Your fingers played idly with the hair that covered his skin. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to see a little mix of both of us running around base? How happy they’d be with all their uncles and auntie Laswell?” You could see the cogs turning in his post-coitus brain. So many different scenarios played over and over in his brain. On the one hand, the two of you had probably the most dangerous jobs in the world. There was absolutely no way he would let you back out in to the field if he found out you were pregnant.

But the more he thought about it; you all round with his child, the happy life that would await you two. The idea of him absolutely ravishing you with the sole purpose of knocking you up became more and more enticing. Which was exactly why this mission was nothing short of torture for him.

You were being used as bait, put lightly. And a variety of different people had their hands all over you, guiding you where you needed to be. Now normally, Price was by no means a jealous man. He was rather proud to call you his partner, and was more than happy to show you off and brag about you. But something about the way you were being drug around set some sort of fire in the good captain.

“Ghost, do you have a copy?” He asks over the comms.

“Send traffic,” comes the response of Ghost from the other end of the building, no doubt honing on potential targets through the sight of his sniper rifle.

“Go to the next channel, there’s been a change of plans,” Price tells him as calmly as possible. There are a view other questions from Soap, Gaz, and Laswell, but he leaves them all unanswered as he switches the channel on his radio. “I’m going in after them.” “Price…” Ghost starts to protest. He’d warned the Captain long ago that if Price were to involve himself with a partner, emotions would eventually get in the way. The masked man knew his Captain’s emotions and control over them far better than he’d ever let on. “We can’t afford to complicate things.”

“I won’t,” Price comments sharply, slipping down the embankment to get closer to the building. His aim was to slip in a window to a room where he knew there’d be no guards. He remembers the layout like the back of his hand; his photographic memory worked pretty well for someone reaching forty.

Again, the Lieutenant sighs heavily over the comms. “Fuckin’ hell…” he grumbles, adjusting his position slightly. “Just don’t get yourselves caught in there old man. Last thing we need is losing two good soldiers in one night.”

The captain chuckles grimly before hoisting himself up onto a few barrels and switching his comm back to the original channel. Ghost can be heard explaining the plan to the team, but Price tunes them out. “C/S, move to that empty room we pointed out on the first floor as you can,” Ghost instructs.

“Copy,” comes your hushed response. Price nods, hauling himself up and into the open window. How their target didn’t think to guard this room was beyond him. Then again, with how much he was struggling to get in, it’s not like it was necessary. “Fuck my old boots,” the man grumbles as he hits the floor, joints protesting at the sudden drop.

“Gettin’ old on us there Cap?” comes your teasing tone. You just barely manage to silently shut the door behind you when your world is sent into a whirlwind, eyes now meeting the brick wall in the dark room. A gloved hand is covering your mouth as the other pins your hands above your head.

“I’m sorry darlin’,” you hear Price say, right against your ear. “But there’s a thought that’s been plaguing me, and I can’t hold it in anymore, Nikolai be damned.” You try hard to wiggle and protest, but your captain has his boot between your feet, shuffling your legs apart.

You gasp a little as you feel the excitement rush straight between your thighs. “That’s my pup,” Price purrs, warm breath and beard tickling the shell of your ear. “Keep those wandering hands still for me.” Slowly, as if to test your obedience, the good captain lets go of your hands. You do as he orders as you feel him undo the suit pants you’d been put in for the night.

A gloved hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear, running over your wet slit. You try to contain your whimper, but your captain was no fool. He knew your body and all it’s sweet spots better than he knew his own. The rough fabric brushes over your nub and you gasp against his other hand.

“That eager already are we?” The man teases, kissing along your neck. Your eyes close and your brow knits in frustration. Not that you were mad by what was unfolding, oh no. It was because that man’s amazing cock wasn’t in you right now.

Thankfully, you and Price often shared the same brain cell, and you could hear the telltale sound of him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants and briefs down enough to get his member free. Yours were next, the fabric easily slipping down your legs to pool around your ankles.

Price was as slow as he felt he could be, rubbing the head of his cock over your quickly moistening slit and hole. “Gonna take me so well darling,” he coos, more kisses and nips against the sensitive area of your neck.

When his member first breaches your entrance, your knees almost buckle. It had been so long since you’d had your captain inside you, you’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. If it weren’t for the glove in front of you, the diplomatic party would probably have heard your shuddered sigh of pleasure as Price fully sheaths himself inside you.

It doesn’t take long, between the time crunch and your warm, wet walls hugging his cock so perfectly, for the captain to start truly fucking you. He went from gently letting you adjust to trying to muffle the sound of your skin meeting so quick it made your world spin. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, sliding his hand down your side to grip your hip so hard you knew it would bruise and you’d have to hide your slight limp for the rest of the night.

“Can’t wait to see you,” he murmurs against your skin, stopping in his sentence to moan softly. “--so full with our child, love. Gonna be so perfect for me.” His words have you absolutely gushing, your wetness making the sex even louder.

You’re not sure how long the two of you had been at this, but the voices growing closer to the room told both you and Price that there wasn’t much time left. “Price, wrap up your business,” Ghost hisses over the comms. The thrill and knowledge of what brought this on has you teetering on the precipice of orgasm.

“Go on pup,” Price growls softly. “Let’s make this the moment. That moment I breed you like you want.” As every good soldier would, you follow your captain’s order, biting down slightly on the fabric of the glove to keep your whimpers from reaching the hall. The good captain isn’t far behind you, quickly spilling his seed inside you.

The two of you are trying to come down from your respective highs when you hear. “...Is someone in there?” shouted from beyond the door. In swift movements, Price pulls out of you and you’re pulling your pants and underwear up from the floor. Just as you’re finished fixing your hair and your captain slips around the corner does the door open, light flooding the dark room.

“...Y/N?” asks the intruder. You give a sheepish smile, only accented by the flush still on your face. Not like they had to know it was from the sneaky sex you’d just had with your superior who would probably blow this person’s brains out in the next few minutes.

“Sorry, I…got a bit shy. I needed a moment to adjust myself,” you explain. The person shoots you a knowing look before ushering you out of the room. Price waits with baited breath for them to leave and walk away before sighing. He needed to get out of here before the mission changed any further.

“All finished?” Ghost asks, voice surprisingly calm for how much he detested the change in plan.

“On my way out,” Price advises, pulling a few boxes closer to help ease his escape.

“Good,” the lieutenant answers. “Oh and Price? Permission to speak freely?”

“Go ahead Ghost, send traffic,” the captain answers, just barely getting into the window before he hears the response.

“Turn your comms off next time you decide to fuck your partner on the job.”

#bat writes #cod x reader #cod smut #captain john price smut #captain price smut #captain price x reader #price x reader #price smut

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The horrifying implications of Meat Sweats powers.

Rupert (mainly known as meat sweats) is possibly one of my favourite side-villains within Rottmnt as of this moment. Down his writing and animation, the Gordon Ramsey parody is an absolute delight to watch.

Something about his mannerisms is beyond fascinating to me. He's a double threat, both cunning and robust. I could go on about for hours about this overgrown porky pig characteristic and how he is so much more than the very thing he is parodying.

But I'll spare you that mercy and focus on ONE aspect of his character.

His mutant powers. (read more down below)

In 'Nothing but Truffle' we get a lot of insight into how his abilities function. Using the strange tendrils that make up his arm and hands, he can latch onto his prey and suck out their 'essences'. Temporarily possessing his victim's powers while his victim is either immobilized or die after the process (implied). The key word here is "Temporarily" During the episode, after Mikey is betrayed by the British Meatbag we get this little exchange between the two.

"B-but- i thought you were nice now?" "Oh. that wore off hours ago...and by the way, you play lousy mandoline" This shows us, that once he absorbs his victim's powers- throughout the course of an entire day- they only last for a short period. This shows us, that his mutant form can quickly burn off "essences". why is this horrifying? I'll get into it soon enough, sit tightly. Let's us examine what exactly he IS absorbing.

We see that whenever Rupert is absorbing something- it is always GREEN and you what else is green? Empyrean. the source of yokai power, the ingredient used to create mutants. His mutant form requires Empyrean. What do I mean by "require"? well then. We established that Rupert can quickly burn off Empyrean after absorbing it. now i'd like to point out something to you. Notice how Rupert is often described as "cannibalistic" or "vampiric" by other characters, merch and even concept artwork. Notice how often he hunts, he jumps at any opportunity to catch any prey. See how within the show, there are many instances of him having cages upon cages of mutant/yokai saved for special occasions. Almost like, he NEEDS a constant onslaught of Empyrean not because he enjoys the power that comes with it but rather, out of necessity. It is VERY possible that his Mutant form needs it to survive. Normal food won't simply cut it, He hungers for yokai and mutants alike.

So is that it? seems pretty simple enough, right? AHAHAHAHAHA NO MY DEAR READER, WE ARE NOT DONE YET! you are stuck here with me. I had a shocking revelation, one that seemed rather far-fetch but please bear with me.

Rupert has minimal control of his powers.

When the metal gauntlets come off, Rupert cannot control what his tendrils can absorb. An example of this is featured is once again, in "Nothing but Truffle". The second Mikey pulled Rupert's arm to the weretree, the tendrils began draining it upon contact- against Rupert's will. He can't stop it. This is just one of the many instances of it. We know that Rupert can form "claws" with his tendrils based on this one Ep but this is the only time it happens. Usually, they are untangled instead of interconnected

While this could just be an animation inconsistency- please just. indulge me for a moment. Rupert is known as most dangerous mutant according to Tmnt and there's good reason for this. Despite Ruperts disadvantages, he is capable of working AROUND them. He is dangerous not because of his mutant abilities but for his intelligence. we the viewer don't suspect it because He is capable of making split-second decisions within a fight. Rupert is competent in many others ways that we overlook and mislead into thinking he's in full control of his powers. (Idk if he's autistic but he'd be a master at masking lol)

So NOW why is this horrifying?

Keep in mind. Rupert was a human- a shitty one but still human regardless. His mutation wasn't by choice. His cannibalism wasn't a choice. Imagine, you are at the height of your career and in the middle of your show- in front of an entire audience- you suddenly feel a pinch. everything is painful. Your body contorts into a horrific pigish amalgamation in a matter of minutes. The world has its eyes on you. people are watching. All you see is RED.

You've become a monster.

Once the red is gone. All that is left is the hunger. You are reduced to nothing more than a creature lurking within the shadows. A wall is put between you and the remaining semblance of your old life. Everything you work for, Gone. Left to rot away.

No matter how many scraps you pull out of NYC's trash piles. You are still hungry. This disgusting form of yours demands more. The only thing you can do to survive. is give in. indulge. you didn't just become a monster. you ARE the monster.

Whether or not Rupert was deserving of this faith is up in the air. We know that he's always been an Asshole. (both Mikey and himself go on to confirm this)

This isn't meant to suddenly paint Rupert in a sympathetic light nor be an attempt to "redeem" his actions. Far from it. This is meant to further insight into him as a villain and why he acts the way he does. Rupert still values his humanity. Rupert resorts to extreme measures to ensure his own comfortability and his legacy (i.e his restaurant) but thats a topic for another day.

To finally conclude this tangent. While Rupert is scummy sod, the situation he's forced into is unsettling when you sit down and think about it. If anything. he might have become a bigger asshole due to his mutation. (now excuse me- im going step inside this man's food truck and kiss him)

#Rupert swaggert #Meat sweats #theory #headcanon #character analysis #rottmnt rambles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise mikey is just mentioned #mikey #rottmnt mikey #brew talks #Rambles #am i insane #yes #yes i am #todd is also mentioned idk #im eepy

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bb-sg · 11 months

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Beg Pt. 6

Gojo x Fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of suicide

Part 6 is up. This is part of a series, I recommend reading the other parts first.

֍ Part 1 ֍ Part 2 ֍ Part 3 ֍ Part 4 ֍ Part 5 ֍

Please mind the warning, MDNI.

“Isn’t that right, Geto?”

Geto’s jaw locked while he stared Gojo down. You could feel the tension rolling off of him but he remained composed, not giving into Gojo’s attempt to rile him up. The air suddenly felt heavy and cumbersome. The playful and inviting aura around Geto was long gone, replaced with a more serious and menacing one.

Geto sucked his teeth and scoffed. “I don’t know about strongest. You did get beat by a non-sorcerer after all.”

Geto leaned back into the chair and turned his attention towards you. He gave you a disingenuous smile, one that may have been meant to put you at ease but ended up doing the opposite. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt under the table, not wanting to intervene.

“Did he tell you about that? That’s why you found him half dead, unconscious and defenseless.” Geto’s face didn’t convey any of the venom that was in his tone.

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s but once his eyes met yours, he quickly diverted his attention back to Geto. The wheels in your brain began to turn as you recalled your first encounter with him. You remembered the faint fluttering of his heart as you tried your best to keep him alive. The memory of seeing his blood trickling onto the forest floor made you grimace.

A person did that to him without cursed energy? How?

Lost in thought, you barely registered the two men continuing to bicker amongst each other, the volume of the argument rising with each exchange. The quiet place you called home now being flooded with testosterone and anger.

Geto’s body language remained neutral, remaining seated in the chair but his words cut deep, his tongue sharp as knives. While Gojo’s fist were clenched against the hard wood of the table, knuckles turning white from the strain he was putting on them. He laughed off all of Geto’s sly attempts to put him in place. His voice had a lit about it, a playful cadence although his body betrayed him, unsuccessfully hiding how pissed off Gojo was getting. Once again, it becomes apparent that these two were two sides of the same coin.

“Tch, don’t forget who saved your ass numerous times.” Gojo laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Cmon princess, I’ll show you who is stronger.”

“Oh.. is that what’s got you so worked up? You want to show off for the pretty girl. Typical Satoru.”

Your face burned as you felt embarrassment warming your skin, shaking your head, desperately not trying to get into the middle of whatever was happening between them. Geto lightly touched your arm, squeezing gently as if you reassure you. Gojo chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. This was not how Gojo imagined this would go. He had secretly hoped that you would fawn over him in front of Geto, not the other way around.

“This is about you and me, nothing more”

This can’t just be about me. Underneath the embarrassment that racked your body, you felt frustrated and annoyed. You pulled your mask down impulsively and shouted, “Stop talking!”

Both men stopped talking abruptly, mid sentence. Geto looked shocked, grasping at his throat in panic when he failed to produce any more words. Gojo straightened up, visibly upset that he was unable to continue the argument. He shook out his hair and his frustration as well. He finally looked towards you, smiling. There was something off about his smile. Underneath the surface you sensed a certain melancholy bubbling up. He turned on his heel and headed towards the door, not looking back at either of you.

Geto was staring at you, his eyes fixated on your cursed markings and lips. The look on his face told you that he wasn’t upset that you used your technique on him but that he was almost impressed with you. He hadn’t walked into this situation having high hopes for you but you quickly changed his mind. You intrigued him, made him want to know more about you, made him want to see everything that you could do.

Regret hit you like a tone of bricks when you realized how reckless you had acted. Using your cursed speech so impulsively around others was dangerous, that had been drilled into since you were young. Still, you acted before you thought it through. You sighed and pulled your mask back over your face, shying away from Geto’s gaze.

The curse you had placed over them wore off quickly, allowing Geto to cough up a few words after a couple minutes. You waited patiently for him to berate you, to scold you for being so reckless. Instead, he laughed and smiled at you.

“That was good, you actually caught me off guard. Strong and beautiful, you’re impressive.”

Geto stood up and held his hand out for you, helping you up out of the chair. You sat still for a moment, surprised by how caviler he was acting. Once you snapped out of your stupor and back into the present you smiled at him hesitantly. His dark eyes scanned over your face, reading you like a book.

“I apologize for Satoru’s behavior as well as my own. We will have to go get him though, he’s got a one-track mind. Stay close to me, I’ll protect you at any cost. Although, I sense you can handle your own.”

You scrambled to get your phone before texting him.

I thought you guys were best friends.

A small, emotionless laugh escaped his lips before he started leading you to the door.

“We are. Guess we’ve just been in edge from the last mission.”

This was more than just being on edge. There was something more passionate, more raw looming over them. You secured your mask, making sure to brace yourself as Geto and you ventured into the forest.

The trail you usually take, the one you’ve carefully mapped out to avoid any dangers, was long behind you. The untouched vegetation crunched under your steps, weeds and roots littering the path you were paving. Geto led the way, calling out to Gojo who had, somehow, disappeared.

The forest felt like an entity all on its own. A thin fog filled the air around the trees, the mist floating above the forest floor. The trees swayed back and forth, with an ebb and flow that reminded you of your own slow and deep breathing. These trees towered over you, gigantic living beings that had been growing there for hundreds of years. It made you nervous and small, the silence and the electric feeling in the air suffocated you, making it hard to breathe.

You focused on Geto, watching the muscles in his back ripple with his every movement. He moved quietly but with ease, maneuvering the life of the forest expertly as if he had been there before. You couldn’t help but marvel at his grace, carrying himself confidently as if he’s carefully thought out every step he took. His composure made you feel safe, like you could follow him into the depths of hell. He may even be able to talk you into it too.

He jumped over a wide stream with ease and landed safely on the other side before turning around to you.

“Need a hand?” His outstretched hand reaching for you.

You huffed, slightly annoyed that he thought you couldn’t do it on your own. You ignored his hand and took a couple steps back before running and jumping over the stream, landing further than Geto did.

You looked back and smiled at him before holding your hand out to him. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he smiled at you as he pushed your hand away in humor.

“My mistake. I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.” He purred while walking alongside of you. You bit your lip and hummed, hoping to conceal how much you loved his praise. The smile that crept onto your face reminded you of the one you used to get when you were little and had your first crush. He called out to Gojo again and received no response. He sighed and looked over at you.

“He’s probably way ahead of us, recklessly preying on any curses he can find.”

You tapped his shoulder, flashing him your phone.

Is he going to be alright on his own?

“Yeah he’ll be fine, even if I don’t want to admit it sometimes, he is more than capable of handling himself. He is from the Gojo clan.”

You were pulled from the conversation when several small curses crawled across the ground, slowly attempting to chase you. Geto flicked his hand and a small canine looking curse appeared from his shadow. He then commanded the dog-like curse to attack and before you could register what was happening, the small curses were ripped apart by Geto’s curse.

You gasped, bewildered by Geto’s cursed technique. He controls curses? Like pets?

“Return.” He called out to the curse which immediately returned to his side, guarding Geto protectively.

He turned to you, his smile crinkled his eyes. You carefully walked up to him, eyeing the curse at his heels.

“Don’t worry, it won’t attack unless I tell it to. That’s my cursed technique. Not quite as elegant ass yours but can be handy.”

You stopped a few feet away from him, not fully convinced the rapid animalistic curse was safe. You nodded your head at Geto, hoping he might believe your façade that you were at ease. He reached out and held your hand, gently pulling you closer to him and the curse.

“See? I wouldn’t put you in harms way.” His fingers laced with yours while his other hand ran up and down your other arm, relaxing you. The uneasiness you felt now was due to his touch, allowing you to forget about the curse next to you. Not wanting him to see how shy he made you, you pulled away and began walking forward again, motioning for him to follow you. You did a terrible job of hiding your feelings, he was able to see how nervous he made you easily. Geto chose to say nothing, only smirking as he followed you, the curse trailing behind him.

The two of you continued through the forest and looking for Gojo, who was still nowhere to be found. Several small curses popped out from the darkness of the forest here and there. Geto’s curse swiftly destroyed them with ease. You had wanted to use your cursed speech to help exorcise the curses but Geto was too close to you. You wanted to show off in front of him, to see that impressed look directed at you again.

Through the darkness something caught your eye. Geto sensed it too, holding an arm in front of you protectively. The darkness shifted, something dancing through the shadows. He ducked down, pulling you down with him. A big hand clamped over your mouth while his other hand wrapped around your waist. Your back was flush against him, you could feel his heart beating in his chest. His smell engulfed you as you felt him wrap around you.

“Be quiet and stay down.” His breath tickled your ear and made your heart flutter. The loose hair that hung in his face was now brushing against your neck.

The moment and his proximity overwhelmed you, and almost made you lose sight of the bigger issue at hand. You quickly scanned the forest, looking for what had put you both on edge but found nothing. Geto’s curse had ran off in the direction of the sound, searching for the culprit that caused it. Geto’s grip on you loosened slightly as he whispered, “I can’t sense any cursed energy, can you?”

You shook your head slightly, the hand that had been covering your mouth dropped and rested on your shoulder. His other arm released you, allowing you to stand up slowly. Then you heard it, the soft sound of someone crying in the distance.

You looked back at Geto and motioned for him to follow you towards the sound. Before you could start walking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back behind him as he led the way.

“Stay behind me.” His voice was stern and tense. With slow and careful steps, he led you deeper into the trees, carefully and stealthily, hiding in bushes and behind trees as the sound of crying grew louder. You remained guarded as you got closer and closer. The sound just barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

God why did I agree to this?

You caught a glimpse around him and could make out a man, leaning against a tree with his face buried in his hands. There appeared to be no curses around, just the man, who presented no immediate threat. This relaxed you, as your heartbeat slowed down and the tension in your body disappeared. Geto did not put down his guard, he stayed low and watched the man intensely as if he was waiting for him to attack.

The sound of the man crying chilled you, his sobs were heart-wrenching and painful. You couldn’t help but start walking towards him, slowly assessing what this man was doing out here in the first place. Faintly you heard Geto quietly beckoning you to stay close to him but you ignored him.

The man was dressed in a nice suit, his wrist cladded with a nice Rolex watch as well as expensive looking rings blessing his fingers. A gold wedding ring caught your eye as you looked him over. He looked well groomed, not a hair out of place. The only indication that he had trekked though a dense forest was the mud on his shoes.

As you got closer, you crotched down to his level until you were only a few feet away from him. He didn’t acknowledge your presence unto you gently tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Dark, hollow circled haloed his eyes. His cheeks were stained with tears that he quickly tried to wipe away.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man’s voice shook as he backed away from you slightly.

Then you saw the letter and a photograph of a women he was holding in his lap. Then you saw the gun he lay next to him and everything came together. This forest was infamous around the world for being a place where people chose to end their life. This man seemed to be here for that purpose. Bile rose up your throat as you pieced everything together, your stomach churned at the thought.

“Could ask you the same thing.” Geto appeared close behind you, approaching without a sound. His tone and stance were abrasive and unwelcoming.

“Please, leave me be.”

You slowly reached over his lap to attempt to take the gun away but he quickly pulled back from you. Without saying anything, you shot Geto a look, nodding your head to the man. Wordlessly, Geto crouched down to the man’s level and held his hand out.

“Give it. You’re being foolish.”

The man shook his head and swatted Geto’s hand back. The mad grew angry with your attempts to intervene. He picked up the gun and aimed it at Geto, his hand shaking, barely holding it steady. You scooted back away from the man and pulled your mask down, ready to command him to put the weapon down. Your heart thumped hard in your chest as Geto looked down the barrel, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Take your little girlfriend and get the hell out of here!” The man’s voice quivered as he tried to tell Geto off.

Your eyes flickered to Geto’s, noticing the cold stare on his face. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Geto looked over at you, no longer acknowledging the man on the ground.

“This is a waste of time. We need to find Gojo, let’s leave him.”

There was an icy tone in his voice, he stood up tall and began walking away from you. You were taken aback by how callous he was acting in the situation. Frustration bubbled up inside you as you felt helpless in the situation. You focused on the man who had lowered his gun and stared apprehensively at you. You leaned in close and whispered so Geto could not here you say“Put the gun down“.

He immediately dropped the gun on the forest floor. Shocked, he stared at his hand as if it had betrayed him. Quickly, you grabbed the gun, noticing that the gun was light, empty. You sighed with irritation and relief. The relief did not last long before your noticed the pain in your chest and throat. You coughed and rubbed your chest trying to soothe the ache that only grew more painful.

Once your coughing ceased and you were able to take a deep breath, you turned around to Geto. Carefully, you picked words that you felt confident wouldn’t cause the other two any harm. Your voice was rough and uneven as you tried to keep calm and not let your frustration get the best of you.

“We can’t abandon him here. It’s not safe!” Geto clearly had no intention of helping the man, but you couldn’t walk away when someone was in distress.

Geto sucked his teeth and threw you a glance over his shoulder. “I’m not here to save some civilians from themselves. I mean he’s put himself in danger willingly.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued back to the path the two of you have forged before stumbling across the man. His curse bound through the trees to catch up to him and walk alongside him. Desperately you tried to think of something to do or something to say to convince him to change his mind. This version of Geto was alarming, as if he felt nothing. You stared daggers into his back as you watched him walk further away.

Turning your attention back to the man, you saw him stare at you with fear, confused as to what was happening to him. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder and shook him, as if you could shake him out of it. He shoved you off and turned his head away from you before telling you off, pleading for you to leave him alone as Geto had done.

You opened your mouth, about to command him to go home when you felt a chill run down your spine. A sinister aura of cursed energy surged around you and shook you at your core. An overwhelming sense of helplessness and dread washed over you. Through the hum of the trees rustling in the wind, you heard a ominous laugh.

Quickly you looked around, trying to find the spirit that gave off such a menacing presence. Scrambling you shook the man harder until he looked up at you, tears streaming down his face once again.

“Fuck off! What’s your problem? I came out here to join my beautiful wife. You can’t change my mind so just go! There is nothing you can say to make being here without her worthwhile.” He continued to yell and scream in agony.

Above you branches snapped and leaves fell to the ground causing you to look up. Your eyes grew wide as you saw a cured spirit sitting in the tree smiling down at you. It looked like a spirit that had taken a humanoid form, with dark green, mossy skin that helped camouflage it in the leaves. Vines thread around it’s torso like armor, it flicked its hand and the vines moved and weaved around it’s body. Its face was disfigured and twisted in an evil grin. It laughed and mocked you when it noticed you could see it.

You could feel the power emanating from it, it’s energy causing a chilling feeling to seep into your bones. Goosebumps prickles your skin as you sat in the cold and icy aura that had settled around you. You tried to call out for Geto, to pull the man away to safety, to do anything but you were frozen in place. Fear clawed at your insides and made it impossible for you to get your bearings.

I need to move!

The curse slithered further down the tree and closer to you. Your eyes fixated on the curse as you shook. You were afraid. This curse was not like the others you had face, this one was different. It acted like just like a human, forming facial expressions and smiling at you with glee.

Your heart beat reverberated in your chest so loud you thought the curse would be able to hear it. Stuck in a trance, all you could do was pray that you made it out of this alive.

I can’t die here. Not like this.

“Get up!”

Geto returned to your side and pulled on your arm encouraging you to move. His touch thawed your muscles and gave you the courage to move again. The curse laughed loudly, baring its razor-sharp teeth at you.

It began to sing in a shrill voice, “You should end your life.” It repeated the phrase over and over, making you feel sick to your stomach. The man’s eyes locked onto the cursed spirit. He shook violently and shuffled away from the tree; you could see the desperation in his face.

Geto yelled at you to get up and leave the man before forming a hand sign. In an instant, a powerful curse began to emerge from his shadow. A large worm spirit climbed out of the from the ground and laid dormant at Geto’s feet. You watched in awe as he instructed it to attack. The giant worm climbed up the tree, crawling and chasing after the vengeful spirit. The spirits moved from tree to tree, fighting each other as if it was a dance. There was a rhythmic exchange between attacking and defense, neither one ever gaining any ground over the other. It out you in a trance, unable to tear your eyes away from the chaos.

The sound of Geto screaming your name pulled you back into the moment just in time to notice smaller curses emerging from the trees, lurching towards you. Numerous curses charged Geto as well, causing him to call upon more curses to defend him. You scrambled over to the man, pulling him to his feet. He clamored to his feet, his knees buckling under his weight. A curse hit one of the trees next to you, making it sway and creak overhead. The tree threatened to topple and crash on top of you. You leaned over to the man and harshly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to you until you were able to speak in his ear.

“Run home!” Cursed energy flowing from your lips and to his ear.

Without skipping a beat, the man sprinted away into the forest, running so fast you were worried he would exhaust himself too quickly or get hurt. You hoped that the curse would wear off and he would be able to stop running before he collapsed. Although, staying here would have had a worse outcome for him. A weight had been taken off your shoulders as you watched his figure disappear and presumably head toward safety.

The deafening sound of wood splintering filled your ears, as the tree gave way and tumbled over, plummeting to the earth and falling straight towards you. The tree seemed to move in slow motion as you scrambled to get up and run out of the way. Your movements weren’t going to be fast enough, the tree was collapsing faster than you could react. Panic wracked your body, just as you were preparing for the worst, you were ripped out of the way and into the air.

The tree landed on the forest floor with a loud crash that shook the ground. You watched it rumble and tremble as it settled, its branches and limbs cracking from the impact. The familiar smell of Geto’s cologne relaxed you as you realized you were in his arms again. Beneath you a large bat looking curse kept you and Geto levitating in the air. The motion of riding on the back of this curse made you queezy as it flew down to rest on the ground, far away from the ongoing battle between Geto’s curses and the powerful deity you two had come across.

Once you had landed safely on the ground, Geto grabbed your cheeks between his fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“If you ever risk your life for some stranger again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Now stay out of sight until this is over.”

You fumed at his remark. Who does he think he is to talk to you like that? On the other hand, the way his eyes demanded your submission drove your crazy. Your skin burning up with salacious and impure thoughts. Especially when his silky hair was trickling out of his bun, framing his face, and barely brushing against your skin while he hovered over you.

You pushed yourself up and out of his reach, hoping some distance would help quell the ache growing in your core. He helped you off the curses back, allowing the curse to fly towards where the fight was ongoing. You watched in amazement as Geto orchestrated such a complex dance with his curses. He commanded them with ease, quickly adapting to anything that was thrown at him. It almost made you envious, how in tune he was with his techniques and how skilled he was in combat. Compared to him, you were weak.

You felt helpless. All you could do is watch as he risked his life and did all the work in defeating this curse. Were you just a burden? A burden to everyone around you, not being able to speak without potentially harming yourself or someone around you. Tears prickled your eyes as the frustration built up, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey, don’t cry, I’m here to save the day.” You jumped when you heard Gojo’s voice teasing you. He was suddenly standing right next to you, calm and casual with no worry in the world.

His glasses had been discarded and you were blessed with seeing his naked eyes once again. The blue hues danced and swayed, reminding you of the ocean’s current. The weight of his daze was stifling and intoxicating. Simultaneously, you wanted to stare into his eyes forever, but you didn’t know if you could handle being caught in his gaze for that long.

He raised his arm, his index finger pointing out, forming the shape of a gun. His smile was wicked and manic, you could feel the excitement radiating off him. He aimed for the cursed spirit, carefully following its movements with ease. Geto’s cursed spirits continued to fight but he himself had withdrawn, seemingly stepping out of Gojo’s path.

“Wanna see something cool?” He peeked over at you, his fingers still locked onto the curse.

You wiped the budding tears away and nodded unsure of what he was about to do.

The corner of his lips turned up more before he focused again on the battle at hand. You felt his cursed energy devouring the space around you, converging into a small red orb at the tip of his finger. It surged and sucked the air from around you. You looked down and saw pebbles and leaves being suspended inches above the ground as if he had altered gravity itself, as if the earth was holding its breath for him. Like this was the eye of the storm and everything was waiting to for the force stored at his finger tips to be unleased.

“Bang.”

It was loud, like a firework but as destructive as a bomb. The earth parted and paved a path for his cursed energy, barreling through any and everything it came in contact with. Your eyes grew wide with awe as you watched the trees and rocks in the path dissipate into dust. Geto had withdrawn his curses just in time to make it out safely but the cursed spirit they had been fighting took the hit head on. It had been oblivious to Gojo’s attack and was destroyed instantly as if it had never existed.

The aftermath of dust and dirt in the air caused you to cough, making it hard to see just how much of the forest he had carved out. You covered your face until the dust settled, only to be met with Gojo’s all too proud smile beaming down on you.

This was the power of the Gojo clan. It terrified you to know that there’s a single person capable of such destruction and power. As you surveyed the damage, you were thankful that you were on Gojo’s good side.

In the commotion you didn’t notice that Geto had joined you two, standing off to the side.

“I could have handled it, you didn’t need intervene Toru. That would have been a good curse to have.”

Gojo’s proud smile dropped, he rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to pull out his glasses.

“Didn’t look like it. You almost got her killed.”

“You’re joking right? She would have been fine if she didn't try to help that...” He bit his tongue.

“We are supposed to help civilians, or did you forget that?”

The two began arguing again, getting closer with each snide comment they threw at each other. Their voices echoed through the trees, cutting through the silent ambiance. You stood out of their way as the argument grew more heated about who was better, about who was stronger, and about who was being more arrogant.

You used this time to look around you. Within a short time, this area of forest had been flattened. Erased. The doubts you had about either of them being the “strongest” vanished too. It didn’t seem possible for people to be capable of such devastation.

A long, dramatic sigh brought your attention back to the bickering duo. Exasperated, Gojo slid his glasses back into place, before turning his attention to you, ignoring Geto’s rebuttal.

“And you. You just froze. I’m kinda disappointed.” He shrugged his shoulders and stepped closer to you. He stood directly in front of you, casually brushing off some dirt on your shirt.

“You don’t know how strong you could be princess.”

Your skin tingled at the sound of his pet name for you. You looked over at Geto just in time to see him shake his head and scoff, turning his back on you both.

“I’m sorry.” You voice shook as you whispered, avoiding eye contact with them.

“Can we get going? It’s going to get dark soon.” Geto yelled over his shoulder, his voice clipped. He walked back in the direction of your home.

Gojo tapped your nose playfully, before taking your arm and pulling you to follow Geto. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering to you.

“Don’t worry, stick with me and I’ll make you strong like us. You’ll be my first student, so you better be good for me.”

He gently nipped at your ear causing you to yelp in surprise. Alarmed, Geto turned around to see what had startled you. Gojo smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulders. You bit your lip, once again embarrassed by Gojo’s antics.

“Quit messing with her Satoru.”

The remainder of the walk back was silent, neither of them speaking or acknowledging each other. This experience was supposed to give you some clarity on your cursed technique and skills but it left you feeling inadequate. You reflected on what Gojo had said, considering taking him up on his offer.

It was dusk by the time you got back, beautiful shades of pink and purple kissed the sky as the sun set. It was almost beautiful enough for you to forget everything that had happened but not quite. The man, the curses, Geto and Gojo, it was all too much. Too overwhelning.

“Why do you look so down?” Geto rested his hand on your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you reached up to squeeze his hand, trying to wordlessly convey that you were alright. He gave you a warm and reassuring smile, seemingly returning to the version of Geto that drew you in. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Neither of you moved or spoke a word but it comforted you. The look in his eyes told you that despite everything that happened, it was all going to be okay. You were okay.

Your heart skipped when he chuckled softly. His gaze wandered down your body slowly before snapping back to meet your eyes.

Gojo pretended to not to notice the way Geto looked at you or the subtle way you squeeze Geto’s hand. The look in your eyes drove him crazy. His thoughts were muddled with a hundred different ways he was going to punish you the next time he had you all to himself.

You slowly pulled away from Geto before heading into your home, motioning the two inside.

Gojo brushed off his irritation, smiling and joking again. “You just can’t get enough of me huh?”

“We should really be heading back.” Geto politely declining your offer. “I’m sorry about how crazy today ended up being.”

You brushed it off, trying to appear nonchalant. Standing in the doorway, you looked at the two men, amazed that these two men were able to turn your world upside down so quickly. Geto walked up to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You did great, don’t beat yourself up love.” He whispered in your ear before he released you. He held your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lingering a little to look over your face. He blessed you with an easy smile before turning and standing next to the familiar path, waiting for Gojo.

Geto watched as Gojo approached you next, pulling you into a big bear hug and lifting you off the ground. You laughed and clung onto Gojo as he twirled you around in his arms before setting you down again. Gojo beamed at you, his lopsided grin cheering you up. He stuffed one of his hands into his pocket while he used the other to move your hair out of your face.

“Think about what I said. With training you may be able to control your cursed energy enough to be able to talk to others again. You wouldn’t have to live out here like a hermit.”

You rolled your eyes in response, ignoring his slight jab. His face turned serious while he brushed his thumb along your cheek.

“You really could be powerful. Just think about it. I’ll be back for your answer soon.”

You nodded, moving to close the door when he pulled away. Gojo was about to leave when he felt Geto’s eyes at his back. Suddenly, he hatched a devious idea. Just before you could shut the door, he stopped you, putting his foot in between the door and its’ frame. Gojo pushed the door open pulled you back out before his hands cupped your cheeks as he placed a rough kiss on your lips. He kissed you passionately and intensely.

Startled, you stood frozen for a second, not expecting this kind of affection from him. You closed your eyes after a second while his soft lips moved with yours. The kiss lit a fire in your core that made you ache for him. Gojo bit your lip and moan softly against your mouth. He loved the feeling of your lips on his and your skin under his fingertips. You made him lose himself, forgetting why he had started the kiss to begin with.

You were enamoured and lost in the moment to notice Geto’s eyes boring into the two of you as he watched the two of you. Your heart sped up and your skin burned as you felt your arousal pool between your legs. All too soon, he pulled away from you, leaving you craving more.

“See you soon princess.” He winked at you nonchalantly and turned his back to you as he walked away. He was glad you didn’t notice how flushed his cheeks were or that you didn’t feel his growing bulge in his pants. Once his back was to you, he looked over at Geto, and smiled wickedly, shooting him a wink too. Geto huffed and started walking away without him, clearly annoyed.

Gojo laughed to himself while he ran to catch up to him. He hoped that Geto was seething inside. Once he fell into stride with Geto, he slapped him playfully on the back.

“Told you! She’s something else, don’t you think?” He joked with his friend. Geto offered him a nondescriptive hum and continued down the path. Geto ignored him, jealousy crawling under his skin. He remained quiet, lost in thought about you. He thought about your power, your smile and your beautiful soft lips that he should have kissed earlier, before Gojo had.

Part of him hoped you would take Gojo up on his offer to train you, maybe he would be able to see you more. He would help train you himself, spending more time to get to know you. Although, that meant Gojo would be with you all the time, and that didn’t sit well with him.

“She could be really powerful and dangerous.” Gojo droned on, pulling Geto from his thoughts.

Geto scoffed under his breath and looked over at him. “She already is.”

Gojo looked over at him, his playful tune coming to an end as he noticed his friend’s heated stare. He felt the animosity drafting off of him. Gojo looked away, feeling the tension between the two of them grow but also feeling smug that he had succeeded in making his friend so obviously jealous.

He almost felt bad that he had put you in the middle of them but if this was going to turn into another competition, Gojo was going to win.

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vampykween · 5 months

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the end is near

a continuation of this drabble -> i know the end -> vampire!au masterlist you knew he was going to find you eventually, he was a bloodthirsty monster who ran faster than your eyes could perceive. you closed your eyes and laid back into the earth, in this moment you only prayed the sweet release of death would save you.

just when you’re dreaming about what death will feel like, you’re startled back into reality; only this time you’re sure you’re actually dying. sharp fangs pierce the thin skin of your neck and you can feel your blood being sucked right out of you. you try to thrash and scream in protest but your body feels weaker with every passing second. death is far harsher than you anticipated; you wonder if this is how fish feel mouth hooked open and ripped from the only world they’ve known.

just before your vision blacks out completely, you lock eyes with price’s icy blue ones. a bloody and wicked grin spreads across his pale face.

when you slowly come to, you can barely make out two blob-like figures looming over you. there’s a set of cold digits trailing through your hair. your entire body feels clammy and there's a wave of nausea lapping in your stomach. panicked, you try to sit up but you’re quickly pressed back down into the couch.

“easy pet, you’ve had a rough go if it.” the scruff of price’s beard tickles your ear as he tries to settle you. there’s something so soothing about the smooth yet gruff sound of his voice. you’re confused on why you can’t remember much about what you were doing earlier. you remember running - trying to get as far away as you could then suddenly nothing at all.

price coos in your ear about how worried he was when he had to come save you. what were you thinking running off like that? and when he had seen your limp body on the forest floor, his cold heart broke into two. you’re trying to let what your lover is saying sink into the crevices of your brain, but something is niggling at the back of your mind that he was lying. you turn towards ghost, leaning into the comforting feeling of him stroking your hair. your eyes search his for any other explanation, but their usual warmth is hidden behind an icy dead stare.

“he’s right, pet. ‘s a good thing he found ya when he did.”

something unsettling pricked at your skin. you felt like there was something they weren’t telling you, especially ghost, he was always honest with you. but you also knew that around price he was different. rolled over, shook, and barked when commanded like a good dog. sometimes you ponder over whether you’re the only pet in this mansion.

price’s voice tears you from your thoughts, “i’m very disappointed in you. good little pets don’t just run away from their owners. don’t you want to be so good for us, hmm?” the softness of his voice is an illusion you feel, masking the words he really wants to say. you don’t bite the hand that feeds you - or the one you feed either - less you desire getting tossed back into the wilderness and left for dead. but they’d never do that, not to their precious girl. or would they? it was moments like these that you’re reminded who you lie with: blood thirsty monsters. you are their pet, your options are to play, fuck, feed, and be fed on and that was it.

“i hate to do this love, really i do. but…” price takes a finger and trails it over the softness of your cheek. “actions have consequences and i’m afraid it’s time for yours.” you’re left with too little time to question what he means because he’s hauling you up and off the couch far too fast. both ghost and price take an arm and drag you into a dark corridor.

“no- no no no please don’t. please i’ll be good, i promise. i won’t run ever again, please don’t-“

“hush pet, begging will get you nowhere, ‘least not now. next time won’t you just always do as i say, and this won’t have to happen again.” they lead your further down the hallway until you’re face to face with a large wooden door with a small opening at the top lined with bars. you try and twist out of their grasp, but it only makes their hands tighten further around you. how could you be so stupid, thinking these actual monsters would be any kinder than your ex.

price steps behind you and whispers something into ghost’s ear, you can’t hear it but it must be some command because he stands even straighter and taller and his grip becomes deadly. he unlocks the menacing door and drags you inside. there’s nothing but a small iron bed with a thin mattress laying atop. the rest of the room is completely barren. price must’ve been satisfied enough because he zips away once ghost has you settled on the bed.

a shaky hand comes to caress at his face and he stills at the feeling. “ghost please, don’t leave me down here. it was a mistake, you know me. please…”

he pries your hand off his face and shakes his head furiously. “stop it. you can’t just do whatever you want and expect me to save you from it. you’re not the only one i’m loyal to.” and there it was. all those moments in the library, the stolen glances and soft kisses were nothing compared to the iron fist price had on ghost. how foolish of you to think you could ever come between a man and his master.

any fight left in you dies out at his words, there was no saving you from your fate. you weren’t sure how long you’d been in this godforsaken room, but for the second time you wished of nothing but the liberation of death.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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🌿ISTJ 🍁Slytherin 📜True Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You became a vampire 50 years ago. Your father had gambled away all the family money, and couldn’t repay the gangsters to whom he owed. They gave him three chances, and he was warned. In the end, the gangsters murdered your whole family except for your father. As you lay bleeding out, you watched as your father ran out.

⭑ It was Garret who had smelt the blood. But, you were still alive, and you begged him for help.

“Please. Help me-” The gunshot had missed vital organs, but you had jumped in front of your little brother and took another to the abdomen.

“Why should I help you? Whose at death’s door?” His eyes were red and you knew he was otherwordly.

“I need to kill those who did this,” You sobbed, hot angry tears spilling down your cheeks.

“That’s more like it.”

⭑ So Garret did save you, he turned you and looked out for you for years. You had grown on him.

⭑ Garret had sent you to Carlisle because he no longer wanted a tag-along. His independence was too strong but didn’t want you to be alone.

⭑ Rosalie isn’t easily impressed.

⭑ But neither are you.

⭑ You started off as rivals. Possibly enemies. But there was a tension there that neither of you could deny. You did though. Both of you denied, denied, denied.

⭑ Everyone could see it. They could feel it.

⭑ The tension was always so thick when the two of you were together.

⭑ At first she pretended to forget your name, it stung but you’d be damned if you let it show.

⭑ It was a slow romance, one that made your heart ache and burn. Neither of you wanted to admit your feelings. Pride stood in the way.

⭑ Alice told Rosalie that being with you was inevitable.

⭑ Whenever someone looks at you, Rosalie will appear by your side, grab your face in her hands and kiss you.

⭑ Teasing each other

“Well look who it is, Rosalie Hale. This is twice in one week. You must be in love with me or something.”

⭑ Understanding her true self - the mask she puts on is to protect her. It’s because she feels so deeply and you can connect with that.

⭑ Making sure the other has fed

⭑ She always ALWAYS defends you. Even if you’re in the wrong - when you’re alone she’ll tell you to pull your head out of your ass. But not in front of others .... never in front of others.

⭑ Slow dancing together; foreheads touching as your arms are wrapped around each other.

⭑ Possessive over you but doesn’t want you to see

⭑ Always having a person who would burn entire cities to the ground to get to you.

⭑ Relationship tropes: ✶ Rivals who fall for each other ✶ Old married couple ✶ Dark & Brooding + Sweet & Caring

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Rosalie is all-consuming. Your head will be full of the image of her naked for days afterward. It would be the only thing you could think about. Because nothing else mattered.

⭑ You would be counting down the hours until you could see her again. Feel her again. Touch the coldness of her porcelain skin, kiss her neck, smooth back her hair.

⭑Both of you are switches - so whoever is dominant usually changes

⭑ Loves both eating you out and you eating her out. There isn’t one she prefers because both give her pleasure

⭑ Rosalie is the biggest tease on earth. She knows exactly what turns you on, and will do it in front of others, just to see you squirm.

⭑ Uses toys; dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, etc

⭑ A lot of hate-fucking at first

⭑ Edward can hear what the two of you are thinking and he gets SHOCKED.

“You want to do WHAT-”

And it was all because you guys were feeling kinky. The man nearly fainted.

⭑ Of course, she likes hair pulling, ass slapping and grabbing, nipple sucking... etc ...

⭑ Have had sex in every room of the house... Jasper was really mad. Edward was happy he didn’t live with you guys anymore. And Bella ... Bella was impressed.

⭑ You might think that degradation is involved but it’s really not. I mean verbally. Physically ... oh yeah

⭑ Lots of spanking

⭑ After sex is when Rosalie is her complete vulnerable self. From a viper to a doe, she opens up like a book. Any questions you have are usually answered, and it’s because she feels so at peace and one with you.

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ncstalgicz · 11 months

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⋇⊶⊰ 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ⊱⊷⋇

miles morales x reader

During ITSV - ATSV | !SPOILERS AHEAD!

sypnosis: where you lose your memories helping Gwen in a battle and only remember one certain event, also that some of the scenes mentioned are from atsv and itsv plot: angst, fluff warnings: minor blood, trauma, slow-burn, atsv or itsv does not belong to me words: 3.3k music: i bet on losing dogs - Mitski

~ part one ~

Before Miles was able to catch the monitor, Doc Ock took it with her tentacles on her back. Miles was falling off the branch but before he and Peter B. Parker could fall, webs tangled on their body. You and Gwen zoomed past both of them using your webs. You shoot your webs towards the two tentacles on her right while Gwen took the two down on the left.

You land next to Gwen as you take off your mask. “Hey, guys.” Gwen greets them both. “Wanda?” The boy with the Spider-Man merchandise asks looking at you mostly. “It’s Gwen actually.” “You know her? Very cool.” Peter comments sarcastically. “I’m Y/n!” You tell them cheerfully. “We’re from another dimension. I mean another another dimension.” Gwen specifies. (I’ll skip Gwen’s intro and move onto yours)

Alright let’s do this one last time, for real this time. My name is Y/n L/n, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last 1 and a half year, I’ve been the one and only spider women. I saved my Uncle, I couldn’t save my brother. “Peter…” You hold his body hugging him close to you as you weep softly. After that I distanced myself from everyone, my boyfriend broke up with me. It hurt more because my brother was always there for me, but not anymore. I was trying to figure out who killed him when suddenly this weird thing appeared in my room. I got sucked into the weird looking portal and ended up in New York, except it wasn’t my New York. My spider senses told me to head to Visions Academy where I met Gwen. We told each other that we were both Spider Women. I wasn’t the only one was my first thought, we both belonged in the same dimension and we became close and that’s when I met him.

Miles Morales saved New York from being sucked into a black hole. He became my new friend along with Peter. He’s the reason why I didn’t grieve about my brother anymore. I finally socialized and became friends with other people. I became a new role model to children, The PDNY soon started connecting the dots and found Spider Women to be a suspect of the murder of my brother. My dad was a police officer as well. He would always tell me how close he was to catching Spider Women. He never knew it was right in front of him this whole time.

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1 MONTH LATER

You were currently fighting the Vulture along with Gwen. You were thrown against a wall and so was Gwen, vulture soon grabbed you both and pinned you against the wall. Vulture lifted his talons up getting ready to scratch Gwen when suddenly a red neon web got attached to the talon. Suddenly a familiar looking portal appeared and a weird-looking Spider-Man came in throwing himself towards Vulture as you look at him making eye contact. You and Gwen get out of vulture’s grasp as you and Gwen swing yourself towards the unknown man. You look at his hands and notice claws and a watch.

“I’m sorry who exactly are you supposed to be?” Gwen asks first. “That’s classified.” The man turns his head around glancing both of you a look. “You’re…The Blue Panther?” “No.” “The Caped Blue Seder?” “No.” “Dark Garfield?” “Stop.” “Macho Libre!” You exclaim this time. “I’m from another dimension.” The man tells you two. “You are?!” Gwen puts her hands over her mouth in shock. “Wow, actually I am not confused.” You snicker at her comment. “My name is Miguel O’Hara.” The man was about to tell Gwen about his backstory when she stops him. He was telling you both about the watch, how he can go through different dimensions without glitching with the watch, and convincing you both to let him fight Vulture by himself. “Alright, knock yourself out.” You told him noticing Vulture appearing behind him. “What is that supposed to mean—” Before he can finish his sentence he was attacked from behind by vulture. (I’m going to skip the whole battle scene lol)

Miguel was about to bite the vulture until he noticed a helicopter telling him to put the body down. “I’m a good guy.” Miguel reassured them. “You don’t look like a good guy.” They answered back. The vulture threw his knives towards the helicopter as the aircraft started going down. Your spider senses warned you as you looked up and see the helicopter going through the damaged building. You and Gwen looked at each other as if you had the same idea. You used your webs to make a spider web, you shoot your webs into different directions until the helicopter starts getting close to the ground damaging most of the building. You were to busy to notice the pieces of the building started to fall off. Gwen swifts through them but notices you were to busy saving the helicopter. “Y/N LOOK OUT!” She shouts for you. You get out of your daze before a piece of the building hits you on the head.

You felt the harsh pain in your head as you started falling down. Jess soon comes to the rescue with her motorcycle as she catches you in time. “We’ve got an injured spider.” She tells Miguel through the Watch. Gwen hurriedly shoots her webs to catch the helicopter, with all her strength she grabs the webs as they start to rip from the hold of the helicopter. Once successful she lets go and pants heavily, she quickly goes down towards the floor where she tries to walk but falls on the floor. (I’m also going to skip the father and daughter scene)

Before Gwen’s father could shoot her. Miguel throws a device which locks her father into this red looking cage. “No, Dad!” Gwen tries to reach for him but Jess stops her. “It’s alright we got you, right Miguel?” On Miguel’s shoulder is Vulture and your unconscious body as he lays you down on the floor checking your pulse. “Y/n…” Gwen walks towards your unconscious figure, she looks at your bloody head as tears start forming. “Shes alive but she needs medical attention.” Miguel reassured her. “Lyla, scan this mess.” Lyla scans, “No further anomalies. Canon remains intact.” She tells him.

With the watch, Miguel opens a portal as Gwen’s father looks at his daughter who was holding you in her arms caressing your head. “We can’t just leave them here. She’s doing this on her own.” Jess tells Miguel who looks at both of your figures. “I don’t know how to fix this.” Gwen cries softly looking at her dad. Jess looks at Miguel as he sighs and pulls out two watches. “Yeah, well, join the club.” He tells Gwen throwing both watches towards her. She looks at the watch in her hand as she puts it on her and your wrist. Miguel grabs your body and hauls you over his shoulder. Both Miguel and Jess go through the portal with him carrying you as Gwen stares at her father one last time before she goes through the portal. Once you got into Miguel’s Dimension, he immediately transports you to the medical wing and gives the doctors a brief summary of what happened. Gwen was waiting outside sitting on the floor with her head buried in her hands crying softly for her friend and for what had happened with her father earlier.

Two weeks later you finally wake up from your long coma. Gwen was alerted immediately and gave up on her mission to head towards you not caring about the consequences. Once she arrived she sneaked past the lady who was answering a call and found your room. “Excuse me miss.” A nurse behind Gwen noticed her tapping Gwen’s shoulder. Gwen quickly grabbed the wrist of the nurse as she exclaims in shock unwrapping her hand from the nurse. “If you’re here for her..I’m sorry…she has post-traumatic amnesia.” The nurse told her as Gwen took off her mask sobbing silently. She looked at your figure who was staring emotionless at the ceiling. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Gwen asks the nurse. “Time is all we can hope for. Let’s hope in a couple of weeks she’ll be able to remember certain things.” The Nurse walked away from the grieving girl.

During the week, Nurses would always check up on you asking what you remember. “I remember feeling pain…someone shouting…” you muttered as you hold your head in pain. Gwen would always be there for you during the check-ups hoping it would help your memory if she was there. Once the nurses left Gwen tried talking to you. “Hey, Y/n. Do you know who I am?” Gwen asks. You look at her and shake your head, she sighs as she lifts up her mask. “What’s the outfit for?” You ask her. “You had one too. It’s for us Spider people. You know?” Gwen tells you as you shake your head.

Gwen starts telling you about spider man and the radioactive spider, how you became spider women along with her and had these amazing adventures saving people. She didn’t wanna tell you about your family hoping that it would help your social anxiety. “My brother…is he worried?” You ask, worry laced in your voice. Gwen never knew you still remembered your brother. She looks at you not answering your question, she decided to ignore it. “Have I told you about the time you saw me perform?” Gwen asked you changing the subject. You shake your head.

For the past week Gwen has been visiting quite a while that she sneaked in two of her friends, Pavitr and Hobie. You got along with them just fine, they would bring you tasty food, fun games and even taught you the basics of your powers. You never asked the same question ever again. You were soon gonna be able to leave again anyway so you would find out yourself later. Once you were able to leave, your friends took you everywhere, to Pavitr’s Dimension, meeting his girlfriend, drinking some chai tea which you got scolded by him, experiencing traffic. You visited Hobie’s dimension watching one of his bands. When you asked Gwen to go to your dimension she declined. “But why not?” You asked her again. “We just can’t, or well I can’t at least.” She muttered the last part.

You never knew how to go to your dimension so you were never able to go, but one day you will find out.

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1 YEAR LATER

Miles was on his bed listening to music on his headphones. Next to him was his notebook full of drawings of you and Gwen, mostly you. He wasn’t paying attention until Gwen called his name. “Miles. Miles!” He got up startled when he noticed the weird portal. Gwen got down with an orange jumper around her shoulders. “Nice room.” Gwen started observing everything while Miles was looking at her confused of where she came from. He hissed when she took off the action figure from the box, which pained him. She noticed the notebook. Miles tried grabbing it but Gwen was quicker and turned the pages noticing the drawings of Y/n. Her face held pain since he didn’t know about your condition yet. Then she stops on a drawing of her.

“We missed you too.” Gwen told the boy. “Wanna get out of here?” She asked. “I’m grounded.” Miles told her. “Oh.” She went towards the window and took off her jumper. “Is Spider-Man grounded?” She asked with her mask on.

Both Gwen and Miles were swinging around the city until they decided to stop for a short break. “So, how’s Y/n?!” Miles broke the silence watching the sunset while hanging upside down. “She’s been good…” Gwen faded. She toyed around with her watch nervously. Miles noticed her fidgeting around. “Let’s go back, yeah?” Gwen asked Mile’s starting to get up.

They got back and used their webs to grab food. They were underneath a water silo where they were eating all the fresh food. “This is what keeps you from glitching when you go to a different universe?” Miles asks Gwen holding the watch in his hand. Gwen spaces out until she notices Miles clicking something from the watch. “Oh, no no no. Miles don’t touch that!” Gwen hurriedly grabs the watch keeping it away from the kid. “My bad.” Miles stands their guilty. “I’m sorry for thrashing out like that.” Gwen apologizes. “It’s fine.” It stays quiet for a while until Miles kept thinking about Y/n.

“Why didn’t Y/n visit me?” Miles breaks the silence. “We couldn’t.” Gwen tells him looking at the city view. ‘I have to tell him eventually.’ Gwen thinks to herself. “Listen Miles, something bad happened to her—” Before she was able to explain Miles parents appeared and started talking.

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A COUPLE MINS LATER

“I should probably go.” Gwen takes her leave, putting on her jumper that was given to her by Rio, Mile’s mom; “Wait, Gwen what about Y/-” Miles was cut off by Gwen leaving immediately. ‘What was it that she was trying to tell me?’ He thought to himself. “You should go after her.” Rio tells his son. “Just promise me you’ll be back. With a better cake.” She scolds him. Miles hugs his mom as he follows Gwen with his Spider-Man suit on. Gwen stops in front of an abounded building that seemed to have giant holes all over. She distracted the cops by reversing the car which successfully caught their attention.

She swiftly got inside the building and told Lyla to scan the area to figure out what has happened. Miles follows her inside as he uses his invisibility to not get caught. As she saw the scene unfold with The Spot creating more holes on his body to go to different dimensions. “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot.” She kept muttering as The spot creates a tiny machine. Jess soon appears behind her. “Gwen. How’s the chase going?” Jess asks the teen noticing her stressed state. “Uh, it’s going great. Almost got him.” Gwen lies. “Jess we’ve got another anomaly who seems to be moving quickly.” Lyla tells her. “So you’ve almost got him right?!” Jess asks Gwen. “You made another visit to the kid again, didn’t you?”

Gwen stays quiet and nods softly. “Gwen you can’t keep doing that. Think about what would happen if the spot gets away, Y/n already tracked his location several times but he moves quickly.” Jess told the girl. Miles ears perk up at the mention of your name. “He’s here, no wait here, here, wow this guy moves a lot, okay he’s not moving anymore at Earth-50101. Y/n is heading there at the moment.” Lyla told the ladies. “Gwen you have one day to fix this mess, until then you can’t see the kid anymore.” Jess told her. “Alright.” Gwen looks down at the floor.

Miles eyes widen in betrayal. Gwen opens up a portal as she looks at the city outside. “Goodbye, Miles.” She goes through the portal. Miles turns visible now as he looks at the portal. He remembered the mention of you going to, Earth-50101? ‘What am I Doing? What am I doing?’ Miles hesitated before he went inside the portal where he was sucked into this tube and was transferred to Earth-50101. He kept falling where he passed roads as he shot out his webs but before he could grab on he started glitching, hurting himself in the process as he continues falling. Going through hanged clothes, pedestrians, and finally falling all over again.

He soon hears The Spots Voice and Looks over to see Gwen and..you. “Stay still.” Gwen looks at The Spot as he keeps going through different holes, trying to keep up with him you shoot a web at him while he was talking to people on a balcony. You were about to punch him until Miles shouts your name. “That’s the best you can do?” The Spot kicks your face by making a hole as you start falling. “Oh no, Y/n!” Miles catches you swinging away. “Did you follow me?” Gwen appears looking at the Miles who was carrying you. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see Y/n real quick.” Miles told her looking at you. “Um, who are you?” You ask the unknown boy.

“What? It’s me, Miles..Miles Morales?” You look at him confused until you look away and see Pavitr heading towards you three. ��Hey, Y/n, Gwen, who’s the new guy?” He asks. “This is Miles. He came in unattended.” Gwen told him. “Wow, you came in here without permission, new guy must be in love with you.” Pavitr teased as you laughed getting off of Miles as you shoot a web, swinging away until you found a place to land, the three following you. “Hey, Pavitr. Nice to see you again!” You throw an arm over his shoulder. Miles seems to notice as he looks at you hurt. He looks at Gwen as well. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” Gwen reassured him.

The four of you enter Alchemax trying to stop The Spot. You were currently trapped when he put a wall mechanism to not let you four stop his idea. Miles puts his fingers on the wall trying to use his power until another Spider-Man came in using his guitar to remove the force field. “Hobie!” You exclaim in happiness greeting the boy with a handshake. Miles looks over at you as he notices that the handshake was the one he taught you when you first became friends. He looks away and notices Gwen looking at him sadly. “Don’t just use your fingers mate, use your palm as well.” Hobie advised him.

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Nueva York - Earth 2099

“That’s not fair!” You chase after Hobie who decided to play a game of tag with you to let time pass by. Miles and Gwen were seated at a bench staying quiet while looking at the two. “How come she doesn’t remember me?” Miles asked the teen next to him. “I tried telling you- I swear I tried. But I couldn’t knowing how much it would hurt you and me both.” Gwen told him. “She got injured during a fight, she got a serious concussion and I wasn’t able to do anything but wait. Miguel took us in, and immediately took her to the hospital where we learned that she was in a coma. Once she woke up, the nurse told us that she had post-traumatic amnesia. All we could do was wait until she remembered certain things.” Gwen finished off fidgeting with her hands.

“Was she able to remember?” Miles asked the girl. Gwen looked up to see you tackling Hobie finally being able to catch him. “Her brother, she thinks he’s still alive.” Gwen told the boy. Miles eyes widen as he looks at you who looked back at him until Hobie tackled you back. “Isn’t he..dead?” Gwen nods. “She doesn’t know, and I don’t intend to tell her. You know how she acted before when she still remembered things, I don’t want her to be like that again. I love the way she is now.” Tears fill her eyes as she holds them back, not letting them fall. “You have to tell her one day, just like me.” Miles told her as she looks up and shook her head. “No, you can’t. I know it’s bad but if she finds out about his death she’ll probably want to change the canon. We can’t let that happen. She already wants to figure out how to visit him but we don’t let her.” Gwen warns the boy who just looked at you in worry.

‘Just what happened when I wasn’t here.’ Miles thought missing the girl he used to know.

#spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #atsv miles

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odditycircus-2002 · 6 months

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Medusa!Reader and Shang in Mortal Kombat 1 Part 9

Spoilers for Mortal Kombat 1 Story Mode: Proceed with Caution

As you expected, you started to gag the moment the door to Shang Tsung's True Laboratory opened. However, what you didn't expect is learning that Earthrealm's protector and God of Fire, Lord Liu Kang, was a Titan that created existence as you know it! As if that isn't enough, some other Titan named Kronika made it so you too were a mistress of the vilest magics and married to the vilest Sorcerer to match, Shang Tsung.

Yet, it got worse when I learned that in the previous timeline, you took control of Sindel's body and made her do the most despicable acts imaginable. You noticed how your Empress glanced towards you when Geras showed her this vision, shock just as apparent. You had no words.

Liu Kang then tells you and Sindel how she was now meant to be the Empress of Outworld who ruled firmly, but fairly. With you as her loyal friend and a compassionate Healer to all. The former Titan then explains how you were never meant to become monstrous, how it was outside influences that have affected this timeline so that Shang Tsung, Quan-chi, and Shao became the villains they were once more. Yet, thankfully, they weren't able to influence you to join them.

That's when burst into Shang Tsung's laboratory with some of his soldiers with Nitara and Rain at his sides. You crouch down into a fighting stance with your sickles out and ready to rip and tear; while internally cheering on Sindel as she angrily reprimands Shao. Your snakes hissing and writhing as they leaned toward the General's direction, eager to bite. You and the snakes let out a hiss when Shao pulls out an amulet that shined brightly with unholy power. You managed to duck out of the way when a beam of red shoots out from the amulet, sucking Mileena, Kitana, Tanya, and Geras into it. This broke the camel's back, causing a full-out melee to take place.

You and Li Mei immediately partnered to take on General Shao. Although the latter has certainly learned a few things from his last fight with you, such as keeping his eyes purposefully closed or using the reflection of his ax to fight you, specifically aiming for your neck with his ax. Honestly, you probably would've loosed your head multiple times if it weren't for Li Mei pushing and pulling you out of the way. Unfortunately, General Shao manages to slip away from both of you long enough to make an attempt to use the amulet on Sindel. That doesn't happen since Li Mei kicks the disgraced General in the head hard enough to send him to the ground, with you following up with a stab to his solar plexus. This causes Shao to drop the amulet right into Sindel's hand.

With the amulet secured, you follow Li Mei and everyone else out of the lab. Not surprisingly, you're soon pursued by more of Shao's loyal soldiers. After Lord Liu Kang held the initial group back with a blast of fire; you follow it up by ripping off your mask to turn the soldiers attempting to sidestep or go under the fire, into stone; with Sindel finishing them off by unleashing her banshee shriek into the stone ceiling, causing it to collapse on the soldiers.

More of Shao's soldiers, including his loyal second-in-command, Reiko, were waiting for all of you in the upper level. You again partner up with Li Mei, this time to take down Motaro. As Li Mei occupied him from the front, you were able to sneak behind the centaurian and jump on his back. This did not make Motaro happy at ALL, as he simultaneously attempted to throw you off him and stab you with his bladed tail. However, you've been doing this sort of thing for moons when handling rage-blind Tarkatans! You bite deeply into Motaro's neck, however with only enough venom to hopefully paralyze him, as you hope to save more of it for later. Although, even sluggish, Motaro still put up a fight until one well-placed kick from Li Mei knocked him out.

The fight isn't over yet as you then had to fight alongside Sindel to take down Rain after he knocked out Li Mei with a powerful burst of water meant for the Empress. The latter also shares your deep disappointment in the High Mage.

"He disappoints us both, my Empress... I still remember the eager young boy who often stayed in my workshop for hours with a hunger for knowledge."

You soon showed Rain that you haven't actually taught him EVERYTHING you know about water magic. Unlike most of your opponents thus far, you refrained from giving Rain a lethal taste of your venom or blades. You internally scold yourself for being so soft, even though you know it's true. This fact is reaffirmed when rather than fighting with Li Mei and Sindel against Shao, you instead quickly attended to the Umgadi priestess Shao cut down. You hastily grab the nearby medical supplies to save them, although only one of them was still alive since the other died instantly from having her skull split open. Your steady hands worked fast to clean the wound, stop the bleeding, disinfect, and finally wrap and patch up the deep cut. Before you then get to work for the other Umgadi and Constables. By the time Sindel finally took down Shao and removed his forces from the building, lord Liu Kang was able to free all those who were trapped in the amulet.

You gave a smile when Sindel embraced her two daughters, sharing the feeling of immense relief that they're unharmed. Although, as Lord Liu Kang would remind you all, there's no time to waste to save the realms. You agreed and gathered all of the medical supplies Shang Tsung had lying around before embarking with your Empress. her daughters, and the others.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #Li Mei #Sindel #Mortal Kombat 1 #Geras #liu kang #Reiko #General Shao #Rain mk #mk1 #Motaro #Tanya #oddball writes

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A Hard Man To Lose

Summary : part 2 to Teasing Louis Request … the smut.

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.4k

A/N : a day late, a buck short 😬 .. just realizing now that i was supposed to post this yesterday. stoner brain is real yall, and my memory SUCKS. enjoy ✌️

niall walks up to you, slinging his arm around your shoulders, happy, drunken smile gracing his mouth, “coming back to mine tonight, right ?”

your eyebrows furrow, because you are absolutely, positively certain that you’d never spoken about staying over at his place. “uhh, i am ?”

“yeah, i figured,” niall shrugs, “we have breakfast with mam tomorrow, remember ? ya always spend the night.”

he’s right. fuck. he is absolutely right. you always end up staying with your brother the night before meeting your mum, saving you the extra trip to and from the city.

“christ, ya don’t have to look so disappointed,” he laughs, “have other plans or something ?”

instinctively, you shake your head. you know how important it is to louis that niall not find out tonight. and it seems as though the universe wants to cockblock the hell out of you. “no, no, i just forgot is all. surprised me. i was expecting to go home, have a cozy night in after this,” you quickly lie, trying to hide the severe level of disappointment.

niall leaves a wet, smacking kiss on your cheek, “got me tonight instead,” he smiles playfully, patting your shoulder, before sauntering off to chat with someone you honestly didn’t recognize.

you use the opportunity to go find louis, slithering through the people, noting him by the bar. walking right up to him, your body pressed against his, arm resting against his shoulder, as he’s sat at the one of the stools.

his head snaps, not expecting anyone to lean into him, taking a big sigh of relief when he notices you, “fuckin hell, darling, scared me.”

“sorry,” you giggle, biting your lip, “m’not gonna be able to sneak off with you tonight. have to spend the night at my brother’s,” you groan.

louis’ eyebrows furrow for a moment, before standing, looking through the crowd to make sure niall’s nowhere near, his left arm wrapping around your back, hand landing on your hip, pulling you close, “don’t want to let this opportunity slip. m’gonna take care of this,” he murmurs against your ear.

your eyes flutter shut, senses invaded with louis. his fresh scent, masked with the lingering vodka from earlier. the firmness in his grip. the warm puffs of air as he speaks, hitting the delicate skin of your neck. the command he seems to already have over you, his towering height helping the allusion. “what are you going to do ?”

his other hand lands on the side of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw, making you look up at him, lips ghosting yours as he speaks, “promise me right now that you can be very fucking quiet tonight.”

you can almost feel your pupils dilating, breath leaving your lungs, hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt, as your teeth dart out to nibble into his bottom lip, “promise, fuck, i promise.”

“good girl,” louis coos, hand dropping from your neck to your upper chest, thumb and forefinger spread to cup the base of your throat, holding you in place as he takes a step away from you. “now, m’gonna go invite myself to your brother’s place,” he smirks, walking off in niall’s general direction, leaving you stunned and catching your breath, reaching for his unfinished beer, and polishing it off.

louis walks up to niall, smiling wide, too wide. niall knows something is coming as he hears, “can i crash at yours ?”

“what’s wrong with your place ?” niall asks, both of them knowing full well that louis would end up at niall’s regardless of whether or not he was properly invited. but niall still played the same game every time, not wanting it to be too easy for him.

“s’too far,” louis groans, “c’mon, please. s’not like you dont have the space. and we both know you love the company.”

niall rolls his eyes, not wanting to admit that it was true. simply because he would never live that down with louis. “gotta take the couch though. my sister’s got the spare room tonight.”

“fine by me,” louis smiles wide, “thanks mate.”

and that’s how louis’ ended up sneaking into the guest room of niall’s house, slithering his way into the bed with you, lips mingling with yours instantly.

you groan into his mouth, fingers gripping tightly in his hair, throwing your leg over his hip. you couldn’t help yourself, you’d been waiting at a shot with louis for over a decade, and now here he was, kissing you just as, if not more, eagerly.

“louis,” you breathe against his lips, your heel pressing into his bum, trying to feel more of him, needing to feel more of him. he’d left you so incredibly horny back at the bar, you were fucking craving him, “want you, please.”

“impatient little thing, you,” louis chuckles breathily, rolling himself on top of you, your legs opening instinctively to allow him space.

louis’ mouth trails open mouth kisses from your chin, down your jaw to your ear, nibbling on the shell, and taking tentative little licks. you could feel his hot panting breath, a shiver running down your spine, shooting straight for your pussy.

you were clenching, trying to buck your hips under his weight, needing to feel more of him. with the alcohol coursing through your veins, your brain already fuzzy with louis, louis, louis. a part of you was flabbergasted that this was even happening. that finally, fucking finally, your advances towards him were being reciprocated.

truth is, you would never have let yourself chase after a man for so long. but you knew he was interested, you could feel it radiating off of him. and now that you’re actually privy to the reason why, you’re happy that you hadn’t read the situation wrong, and he’s not completely disinterested in you. but also angry that your brother would stand in your way of potentially being with someone so right for you.

the feeling of his breath, warming your skin. the sound of his voice, breathy groans, and soft moans. the tickling wisps of his hair against your neck and chest. the weight of his body as it perfectly moulds with yours. the firmness of his grip, hands now roaming under your shirt, over your hips, up your sides, cupping your breasts.

a small whimper escapes your throat, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. your face presses into the top of louis’ head, buried in his hair, willing yourself to be as quiet as possible.

the downside, however, being that you’re absolute shite at staying quiet. it was something you had a hard time controlling. it’s like if your brain shuts down, your body taking over and doing whatever it needs. loud moans being one of the things it seems to need.

“lets take this off, yeah ?” louis asks quietly, slipping your shirt as high as he can, helping you lift your body from the bed, to take it off completely. as soon as his eyes fall on your breasts, nipples pert from the attention they’d just gotten, a groan rumbles from his chest, eyes fluttering shut, mouth suctioning to your skin.

he was everywhere. from your nipple to the valley between your tits, to the swell of the underside. it’s like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be. louis’ been so deeply in denial of his feelings towards you, not letting himself truly feel, in a way to avoid disappointment, and tonight felt like the dam finally breaking from all the pressure. he couldn’t focus, too preoccupied with touching, licking, nipping, at every single inch of your body, not wanting to leave any bit untouched.

your mind was reeling. it was so much louis, you didn’t know how to even begin focusing. your skin was tingling, prickling, fuck you felt like your entire body was about to burst like a firework. your heat was throbbing, clit aching, hips bucking into him, as you plead, “need more, louis, please. please give me more.”

louis’ forehead rests against your stomach, eyes closed, taking a calming breath. christ, he thinks he could cum in his pants just hearing you beg for him. the sheer desperation in your tone, hearing his name slip from your lips in such a sensual way. his nails dig into your skin, taking a moment to centre himself, to ground himself, because fuck, this was really happening and there was no way he was going to let himself cum too early.

“fuck, beautiful girl, say that again,” he breathes, needing to hear it all over, as his hands slip into the waist of your pants, shuffling them down your legs.

“please, louis,” you whimper, legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard with the cool waft of air hitting your most sensitive parts, a dribble of arousal bubbling from your entrance.

louis’ eyes were locked on your centre, the sound of your voice hitting his ear drums, his mind turned to mush. his hands grip into your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart as far as they’ll comfortably go, tongue darting out to wet his lips, watching the glisten of your soaked pussy.

gaze stuck to you, louis’ fingers reach out, tentatively swirling through your folds, gathering some of your arousal, and spreading it all over your labia and clit. with another clench, and another drip of arousal, louis bites his lip, fingers twitching for more.

a tug of your hands on his shirt pulls him from his trance, eyes snapping up to meet yours as you mumble, “want you naked too, please.”

“so fuckin polite, how can i say no to you ?” he hums, shuffling himself out of his clothes, his shirt then his pants, his cock bobbing up against his stomach. instantly, you reach out, hand wrapping around his prick, giving a few slow but solid strokes.

you notice his eyes flutter shut, a moan of relief echoing through the room, as you notice his shoulders relax, drips of precum accumulating at his tip.

your thumb flicks over the head, gathering the thick liquid, before your hand leaves him entirely, sucking your finger into your mouth.

louis watches as you hum around your thumb, your tongue poking out from between your lips as it swirls through your mouth, tasting him, “taste so good,” you groan, fingers reaching out for more.

he’s quick to grip your wrist however, a shiver running through his body, “m’so fuckin worked up, darling. m’not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he explains, all those years of pent up frustration rushing to the surface.

you nod, understanding, as you also feel like you’re about to fucking burst. as he lets go of your wrist, your hand grips onto louis’ hip, pulling him closer to you, and with a few swipes of his dick through your sopping folds, the tip was breaching your entrance.

in one fell swoop, his cock is entirely seethed inside you, a loud moan reverberated through the room. instantly, louis’ mouth is on yours, muffling any sounds that may threaten to escape.

“gotta be quiet, lovely,” he coos against your lips, cock unmoving inside you, as he takes a moment to calm his heart rate, feeling your walls spasm around him.

“please move,” you whimper, entire body trembling, nails digging into his skin, the sudden fullness fuzzing your brain.

with louis’ elbows rested against the mattress on either side of your head, fingertips playing soothingly in your hair, he takes a bite at your bottom lip, tugging on it, his hips rolling at a steady rhythm.

“christ, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, feeling your pussy suck him back in with every thrust.

you moan, attempting to stay quiet, your body completely overheated, orgasm already forming in the pit of your stomach, your inebriated brain unable to focus long enough to hold anything back.

louis notices. notices you losing your senses. notices the breathy whines getting more urgent. notices the fluttering in your tummy. notices the added slickness to his thrusts. notices the roll in your eyes. notices the sting of your nails in his skin. notices the clamping down of your cunt.

and in one final greedy moment, one of his hands grips the underside of your knee, pressing it up to your chest. his cock instantly slides its way into you, impossibly deeper, a loud gasping moan, knocking the air straight out of your lungs, orgasm crashing over you.

“fuck,” louis groans, louder than he’d like, your cunt clamping down on his member in a vice grip. with his mouth on yours again, willing you to quiet down, his request falling on deaf ears, the ringing in your brain too loud to even hear him.

“shh, you’re okay darling,” he coos, as you seem to relax a bit, his cock still delving deep inside you.

“fuck, louis,” you whine, bottom lip trembling, “can’t stop, fuck, i can’t stop.”

and for a moment, he’s confused as to what you’re referring to. that is, until the clench of your cunt picks up momentum, “christ, are you cumming again ?”

you nod around a whimper, tucking your face in his neck, body wracking through another strong orgasm, louis joining you over the edge, not a minute later.

through a mess of breathy moans and pants, both of you staying as quiet as possible, you make your way down from your high, light sheen of sweat sticking your bodies together. louis gently peels himself from your body, leaving a series of pecking kisses over your nose, lips, and chin, as he pulls his cock out of you.

he smiles softly at you, leaning down to nibble on your lip, murmuring, “you’re fucking irresistible. can’t get enough of you.”

you hum, a shy smile gracing your lips, giggling quietly, “we can do that again sometime right ?”

“that, and much much more. do this again when we can take our sweet fuckin time,” he chuckles. “think nialler heard us ?” he asks.

“oh, he heard you,” you both hear muffled through the wall, eyes growing wide, strong blush taking over your cheeks, as you both burst out in an embarrassed laugh, slightly too blissed out at the moment to really care about the consequences of being caught.

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