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kentosovertime · 2 months

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(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

➳ reformed fuckboy!gojo x afab!reader - 3.8k

➳ a/n: just got done saying how fun it is to write gojo platonically but fuck that he's my little slut~

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, multiple sex scenes, choking, unprotected sex, longing, reader leaves gojo in the dust, one night stand or so he thinks, mentions of alcohol, snowed in trope

“Do you want to get out of here?” The white haired sorcerer leans into your space where you’ve been nursing the drink he purchased for you, not wanting to seem too interested.

Gojo Satoru, you hum to yourself in thought. Notorious fuck boy of the jujutsu world. There was a dark, predatory promise in his eyes and you knew that the scratch you came out to itch would be satisfied if you went home with him but… You were up for consideration of promotion from a Grade 1 sorcerer to a special grade. You didn’t want to ruin that or make it seem like you slept your way there, especially given how few obtain the title.

“I don’t know…” You shoot him a sly smile, swirling the liquid around your glass. “Is it my turn in line now?”

“Come on, baby girl. It’s not like that.” His smile doesn’t drop as he gently grabs you by the wrist and lays a teasing kiss on your open palm. “I can’t help myself when I see a beautiful, strong woman who’s so pent up. You need to blow off steam.”

Goosebumps race up your arm where his lips brush against your palm again before nipping at your skin, sending the sensation straight to your core.

“What makes you my best option?” You lean forward, playfully trailing a finger down his black casual t-shirt before tossing your gaze over to Nanami sitting across the local bar. “Your light haired friend has been looking at me all night. Maybe I’ll go home with him instead.”

“Because…” He crowds into where you’re standing, making your face tip back to meet his gaze as he purrs down at you. “You’re not rubbing those lush thighs together with anyone here but me.”

Your breathing stutters out as he leans forward and trails his nose up your neck, his heavy breaths panting against your sensitive skin.

“I bet this is making your little cunt drip.” His touch meets the side of your breast, thumbing you through the fabric of your dress. “You can be greedy, baby. I won’t complain.”

“F-fuck-” A whimper escapes your mouth despite your determination not to react. “You’re so crude.”

“I don’t hear you disagreeing with me.” He only grins wider when your words come out with no bite to them as you choke them out. You wish the rumors included that he was terrible in bed but that was never the case.

“I’m not…” You chew on your cheek, making the worst decision of your life as you knock back your entire drink and meet his gaze directly. “Your place then?”

Gojo’s eyes light up as he nods excitedly, half expecting to have to fight you further on this.

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A moan rips from his throat as you break from his lips to shove him to the surface of the bed, already flush with the multiple highs he pulled out of you by the time he shut the apartment door behind you. There was one in the cab ride home from his fingers and another in the elevator from his tongue alone. Your bare legs part as you straddle him, your pants lost somewhere in the journey to his bedroom.

“Sweetheart-” He hisses, his hips bucking as you take a hold of his slacks, unzipping them and shoving your hand into where there was a painfully obvious bulge. “Fuck, slow down. I want to take my time with you.”

Your hand pumps the hard length of him, your thumb rubbing and paying attention to the tip that’s oozing globs of pre-cum as you settle yourself to hover over him, primed to sink down at a moment's notice.

“I thought you brought me here to fuck me.” You smirk down at him, being your turn to gloat, basking in the impact you had on him. You circle your hips slowly, pushing just the tip of his cock into you, moaning softly as you chuckle at his low whine. “You should let me get on with it. Someone wanted me to be greedy.”

“Well yes, b-but- oh my fuck-” His head tilts back with a throaty moan as you suddenly sink down, taking his length in one motion before you’re grinding at a steady pace to build up your high as he grapples to hold onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving crescent moons in their wake.

“Shit, Sa-Satoru- Ah!” Your hands find their way to his chest, bracing yourself as you lean forward to bounce your hips to slide his glistening cock into your sensitive walls. A whimper escapes your lips each time he uses his grip to push you back down onto his cock harder, meeting your thrusts in the middle so you can feel the vibrations ricochet through your center, sending lightning up your spine.

“Fuck, baby.” His muscles tense with the need to cum, but fuck he wants to enjoy this first. Your skin ripples with the squelching slaps that echo through the room as he braces his feet under him and fucks up into you hard, forcing his cock to bottom out each time. “You can hear your pussy sucking me deep.. B-bet it wants my cum… fuck.. I bet you want it more.”

“N-not yet.” You stammer breathlessly, your fingers dig helplessly into the pillow next to his head. “Want this to keep going.”

“Oh, really?” His hand flies out to grip you by the chin, to get your attention before he smacks your cheek and moves his free hand to smack your center harshly, pulling a rough scream from you that turns into a desperate sob as he continues the movement in his hips while zeroing in on your clit with terrible precision. “I say it's time to cum, baby girl… and make sure to scream my name when you do it. I want the neighbors to hear.”

“P-Please n-no-” You squirm wildly in his hold, as he grunts in frustration, ready to pin you to the bed to pull more out of you, overstimulating you as punishment. Your legs tremble, squeezing shut to prevent him from thrusting into you so harshly and he growls in need as he swaps your positions, holding you to the mattress by your neck and not missing a beat in his thrusting.

“You think you’re the one in charge here?” He grits his teeth and doesn’t hold back as he brings you right to the edge, his fingers tightening as you get closer to make spot dance around your vision. “Fuckin’ give it to me baby. I want another one from you.”

“S-Satoru-!” Your hands claw at the wrist pinning your throat as a particularly hard thrust slams into you just right, making your vision go white. He watches with a satisfied grin as your eye rolls back and your breath stutters out in ragged whines as you soak his waist.

“Nuh uh-” He grapples with your hips, pulling you back into him as he fucks you through your high, bullying himself past the vice grip of your cunt. “God you’re pussy so perfect for me. So f-fucking tight.. Where do you want it, baby girl? You gonna let me finish inside?”

“Please-” Your voice cracks as you sob out for him needily, locking your legs around his waist so he’s forced to trade his long thrusts for a grinding motion. His pace stutters with a low whine before he slams himself into you one more time, burying himself deep as he shoots ropes of cum into you.

You swear your ears are ringing with how long it's taking you to come down. What you don’t expect from him is how he gently rubs the side of your hip as he pulls out of you or how he removes your legs from around him before he dips down a leaves soft kisses on our inner leg before he disappears into a room attached to the bedroom.

You start to shimmy yourself up, looking for where your clothing got thrown before he reappears with a hot washcloth.

“Lay back down.” He grumbles with a slight pout, taking you by the leg to tip you back onto the mattress. You whimper out in embarrassment as he cleans your center and thighs and he simply chuckles at your distress. “Stop that… I can tell you’re about to pass out. Let me help before you go to sleep.”

You don’t have it in you to argue. You’re certainly not planning on staying here until the morning, but he doesn’t need to know that.

You don’t argue when he picks you up bridal style to settle you in the soft array of his bed’s blankets. You find your eyes drooping almost immediately, drifting closed as you wrap your arms around a pillow that smells comfortingly like him.

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Three years, four months, twenty-three days, and 13 hours since he woke up with you gone. Not that he was counting.

That morning Gojo had woken up more satisfied than he had been in ages. His hand slid across his smooth sheets to wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest only to come up empty. The purse he had set on the night stand with your clothing neatly folded next to it were gone from their place as well.

He frowns at the memory, expecting that you would have at least said goodbye.

All this time must be penance for all of the women he had burned through and pushed out the door after their hookups. That was in the rare instance that he invited someone to his place, much preferring the ability to slip out someone’s front door in the dead of night like you had. Were the sheets that cold when the women had searched for him in the morning?

Had it been hard for you? Did he make up how good that night was? He tortures himself by thinking about the what-ifs. He imagines that nothing like that has ever been difficult for you. You were so unashamed in taking what you wanted from him. In his deepest thoughts, he fantasizes you’re just as haunted by the memories you made that night and how perfectly your bodies fit together.

And later that day he thanks whatever higher power is out there when he receives a mission assignment for a special grade curse that had cropped up in Siberia and listed under his name was yours.

He reminds himself of this joy as the two of you trudge through the snow of a blizzard after you had successfully landed a killing blow on the curse. They certainly got your promotion to a Special Grade correct.

On the way back down the mountain a snow storm had hit, leaving you stranded until the weather cleared.

“We should have asked the village for clearer directions back.” You snip at him, squinting against the onslaught of white in your vision. “Face it, we're lost.”

“I can teleport us…?” He suggests unhelpfully, happy to sit back and let your brain do its beautiful brain thing.

“Not if you don’t know where we are first.” You sigh in exasperation. “Kill a special grade curse only to die from cold exposure. The higher ups certainly have a sense of humor.”

“What about that cabin?” He points over his shoulder to a mass he spotted in the snow, though he doubts you can see it without the Six Eyes.

He snatches your hand and pulls you along, not waiting for a response. He knows your shivering is starting to slow down which is never a good sign.

“Oh thank fuck-” You groan and hurry inside as he hips the door open, quickly closing it to prevent the snow from entering the small space.

You wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms until they heat up enough to focus on the space around you. It was quaint, but fully stocked. The surface you were currently sitting on was a mattress covered in fur pelts and flannel blankets. It was shoved into the corner to make space for the wood stove that Gojo was currently crouching in front of, already getting the fire started.

“You’re g-g-good at that.” You shiver violently as you shed your soaked outer layer, trading it for one of the large flannel blankets. The second it's wrapped around you for cover you kick off your shoes and your pants, quickly pulling your legs underneath you so none of your skin is exposed to the air.

“I think you give me too little credit in general.” He mumbles loud enough for you to catch it.

You blink at him in shocked silence. Everything had been tense for your trip, the flight here was almost unbearable, let alone trekking through the snowy wilderness together.

“You know…” He starts softly, tracking the sweat that drips down your neck as the hut quickly heats up. “Sometimes I’m convinced I hallucinated it all.” You don’t respond, but when he looks up, the flush on your cheeks is enough to confirm to him you’re thinking about the same thing.

“I don’t think it was fair to leave like that…” He frowns, looking intently at his hands. “You didn’t even ask me what I wanted.”

“I know your reputation… this all seems a bit hypocritical if you ask me. You wanted to hookup and that’s fine. I wasn’t looking for anything-” You start before he cuts you off with a lost look.

“Maybe that’s how it started but… I was content to wake up with to you the next morning and you were gone before I could ask if you wanted to go out to breakfast.”

“I don’t know what to tell you…” You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You draw the blanket tighter around you, sweltering in the heat but needing the barrier between you and his blue gaze.

Your cheeks only grow warmer at the memories of that night. How you would have loved to stay if he hadn’t been who he was. Not that he was Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer in hundreds of years, but that he went through women like a child who grew tired of his new toys.

You had never begged a man for anything in your life and you had decided that the night with him would be no exception to your rule. Leaving the bed where he had passed out had been one of the hardest things you had done in your adult life. You’d rather fight a thousand curses than have to do it again, but life wasn’t always fair.

“Tell me you felt something between us. Tell me it wasn’t just me who felt right being near you.” He stands suddenly, walking the short distance to stand in front of you, his eyes pleading.

“I… I c-can’t. You’re not going to change who you are for me-” Your voice cracks, betraying the storm of emotions swirling within your soul.

He moves closer to you, leaning over your frame far enough to force you to fall back against the mattress and planting his hands on either side of your head.

“I would if you gave me the chance.” His eyes are serious and you find that the look is strange gracing his face.

“You’ve said that to a dozen women, haven’t you?” You feel yourself starting to shake, wanting his words to be true but you’re not going to let him hurt you. “Including the ones after me.”

“Never.” His voice is steady, as serious as his gaze as his brow furrow. “There hasn’t been anyone else since, baby. Please.”

“It's been over three years. You really expect me to believe that?” Your chest rises and falls faster as your breath picks up, shifting the blanket to fall open, exposing your chest to the air.

“No, I don’t expect that. But I could convince you it’s actually true.” He leans in further, ghosting his nose up your jaw as he breathes in your scent with a low groan. “You could let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all this time waiting… Please.”

A breath hitches in your throat as he nips at your earlobe, his heavy breath hitting your skin, pulling goosebumps down your spine. Your words fail you, but your body doesn’t, acting on autopilot to take what it wants.

Your hands let go of the blanket entirely, letting the flannel open entirely to expose where you had stripped down to just your bra and panties while you grip the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours.

Gojo moans low in your mouth, climbing fully on the bed to crawl over your prone form. He braces himself with one hand and sinks the other into your hair, tugging your head back to get a better angle to deepen and slow the kiss.

His pace is worlds different from your first night together. The grip his hands have on you is firmer, more purposeful. Despite the time you had spent apart, he wasn’t rushing this like one the quick fucks you thought he favored. When his tongue pushes past your lips, eliciting a whimper from your throat, he doesn’t greedily lap at you. He swirls his tongue with careful precision, savoring the taste of you.

“Satoru-” You whine as he leaves open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. How could you properly convey to him how you were burning alive with the need for him to give you just a little bit more?

“So greedy.” He chuckles into your neck, calling back to when he told you to be greedy that first night. “But I wanna take my time with you after waiting so long.”

Any response dies on your lips when he makes his way down to your bra, tugging it to the side enough for your breasts to pop out, immediately latching onto one while his hand kneads the one he’s neglecting.

“N-Now you’re just teasing me, Satoru.” You huff out a moan, pressing your legs together as you feel him smirk against your skin; the little shit. “At least take these off…”

He helps you strip him bare, tossing the shirt into a heap across the hut, quickly followed by his pants and boxers after he kicks off his boots. You take the opportunity to shed your bra and panties, leaving you as bare as he is. Needy hands search him out as soon as he joins you back on the mattress with a chuckle.

“Ya know… a little please and thank you will get you a long way, baby girl.” Shivers wrack your body as he trails his tongue down your stomach to the apex of your thighs, using his fingers to spread your folds, exposing you to his gaze.

Your body squirms at the light touch, screaming for more friction.

“Please fuck me.” You bite out, knowing he’s not going to listen to your request.

“Nice try.” A playful laugh rips through him before he leans in and licks a large stripe up your center before expertly flicking his tongue against your clit, pulling a string of curse from you as your body jolts and your hands fly out to grab him by the hair at his scalp. “That’s it, grind this sopping little cunt against my face baby.” He growls before diving back in, sucking down on you hard the second he shoves three fingers into you without warning.

“Oh my fucking-! S-Satoru- ah! Fucking shit, pl-please-” Fingers bully into you, past your fluttering walls to find the spongey spot inside where they hammer into you until your eyes cross and your ears start ringing. “Satoru- pl-please can I- can I cum please?” Maybe begging will get you what you want at this point. Maybe it will break him down enough so he’ll shove your cock inside of you. “Good fucking girl. Cum for me baby… make a mess out of this face.” He purrs deep in his throat. The vibrations work through you until your muscles shake with the effort of tensing before they snap inwards, making your back arch off the worn mattress, a hoarse scream ripping its way through your throat before the aftershocks start working through your body.

You’re so deep in a subspace that you don’t feel him unlatching himself after he licks your cum clean and he’s shoving his cock into you without preamble.

“Mmmph-! Fuck!” A cry leaves your mouth as you claw at his lower stomach, leaving angry red welts in your wake as you try desperately to get him to slow down so you can breathe, but you already feel another high building.

“Ahhh… Not too much for my baby now is it?” He goads you on, grabbing at your thighs to push your legs closer to your chest. “You take me like you were born for it. Bet you’re still desperate for my cum aren’t you?”

“Fuck, please.” You pant out, trying to catch your breath as his brutal thrusts knock the air out of you each time. “M-missed your cum, ‘Toru. W-want it all.”

“Then you better give me one more baby…” The thrusts don’t falter in pace as his hand sneaks between the two of you. His hand presses into your lower tummy and his thumb reaches to rub quick circles into your bundle of nerves until you're thrown over the edge for the last time.

White, blinding light floods your vision as Gojo moans low and lets your cunt squeeze him, pulling him deeper as he presses as close so he can to explode inside of you.

When you come to, you’re gathered in his arms, his hands grazing carefully across your face as he wipes the sweat that formed there, tucking your hair behind your ear with a soft smile gracing his features.

“You’re even more beautiful than that first night.” He hums to himself. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you always have had a way of crashing into my life and breaking down my assumptions.”

“I think it's my assumption you’re destroying…” You lean into his touch, soaking up the attention you never thought you’d receive.

You both lay there, enjoying the quiet moment you’ve carved for yourself out of this mission by happenstance. You let the storm rage on around you, letting yourselves forget what lies outside these mountains.

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azsazz · 1 year

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The One with the Best She's Ever Had

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Hiii,could you maybe write something short for Az x reader,where he and reader are together but haven't told IC yet and one night reader tells Mor that the guy she is seeing right now is the the best s*x she has ever had.Few days later Mor teases reader infront IC when are they going to meet "the best s*ex ever" guy and Az just stands there smirking about it and reader tries to find her way out of it 🤣🤣😁 (and yes this is scene from Friends 🤣)

🖤Thank you so much for giving us this much concent about Az and Eris,and if it isn't obvious you are THE BEST AT IT!!! 🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️🥰💯💯🖤

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,065

Notes: I love Friends so this was an amazing prompt. 💙

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“What I want to know is where you’ve been (Y/N). I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” Mor comments, bringing her glass of wine to her full, red lips. It does nothing to hide her cutting grin.

You shrug, trying not to let the heat show on your face as you stare down at your own glass, swirling the drink around, trying your best to look casual and not up at the silent shadowsinger in the corner of the room that’s definitely interested in the conversation now. “I’ve uh, started seeing someone.”

She chokes, spluttering her wine onto Cassian’s shirt, the poor thing.

“Hey,” he exclaims, jumping up from his spot on the sofa. He examines his shirt with wide eyes, then glares up at Rhys’ cousin.

“I’m sorry! I just wasn’t expecting that answer!” She wipes her mouth on his shirt since it’s already ruined and Cassian grumbles, pulling it over his head and tossing it in her face, settling back onto the couch shirtless, looking much happier now that the constricting fabric is gone.

You catch Azriel rolling his eyes from the corner of your vision.

Mor shoots daggers at the Illyrian next to her as she rips the dampened fabric from her face. She bares her teeth at the male and you hope that they’ll start bickering so that you don’t have to talk about this anymore but she perks up like she’s thinking the exact same thing, turning towards you with a bright smile.

“You have to tell us everything,” she squeals, shoving up from the couch to the empty space on the identical couch you and Rhys had been lounging on. Amren mutters something under her breath and heads for the door, her due diligence of showing up for the Inner Circle’s dinner done.

Azriel creeps closer, taking one of the free seats beside Cassian, amusement swimming in his golden gaze.

You and he were a new thing, dating but only for a short amount of time. The both of you had agreed to keep it a secret from your nosy friends, wanting to revel in the feeling just a little bit longer before you told them.

Everything was going perfectly, no one had suspected a thing and you and Azriel were having the most fun either of you had had in a long time, so utterly in love that he could hardly rip himself away from you to do as Rhysand requests.

You shove her in the shoulder, “Later, Mor.”

She huffs, reaching for the win bottle to refill her glass, “No, now. Because you’re always off with this mystery guy and I want to know more about the person you claim is the best sex you’ve ever had.”

You can’t ignore the glinting stare fixed on you. You sneak a peek at Azriel while the attention is on the blonde, yelling for Cassian to go and get a fresh bottle because it’s about to get juicy, and immediately blush when you see that gorgeous smirk on his mouth, strong arms crossed over his chest and feet kicked up on the table, as at ease as you’ve ever seen him.

You even catch his wings shifting as he secretly preens under the compliment.

Mother, does he look kissable.

Cassian returns quickly, bottle already half open as he breathes, “I brought the most expensive one I could find,” and settles back into his spot on the sofa, raising his hands in defense at Rhys’ look of disapproval. “What? This calls for celebration!”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything, violet eyes meeting yours, an eyebrow quirking. You groan, not him too.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you mutter, holding your glass out because you’re in desperate need of a refill.

“Everything! What’s his name? What does he look like? What does he do? How big is it?” Mor urges, rapid-firing questions about the male you’re sleeping with.

“Yeah, (Y/N),” Azriel says and you send him a look, pleading him not to join in. Of course, the sneaky spymaster doesn’t listen, “Tell us more about how he’s the best you’ve ever had.”

You fully shoot daggers at him, and when Mor swats your arm you jump, turning towards her. Her eyes are wide, an impatient look in her eyes as she waits for you to spill.

“He’s…kind of quiet,” you start, and so far everyone except for Azriel looks unimpressed, “But not in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”

“Gods, this is too good,” Mor kicks her feet excitedly, giddy as she continues on, “Where did you meet?”

“We have mutual friends apparently,” you take a sip of your drink, eyes sweeping past Azriel’s in a playful manner, “Though I don’t know why I’m even friends with them, they’re such busybodies.”

He can’t help but to hide his knowing grin behind the rim of his own glass, winking at you when no one else is looking.

“Oh, they sound dreadful,” Cassian says, sprawling out on the large couch. His head falls into Azriel’s lap and the shadowsingers smile instantly drops, making a face down at his brother that has you stifling a laugh.

He shakes his head, letting it slide, Cassian asking instead, “So how big is it?”

Azriel coughs and Rhys’ eyes widen, looking between the two of you as he puts the pieces together. “Oh!”

“Rhys, can I speak to you for a moment,” Azriel says hurriedly, jumping up from his spot, not caring that Cassian’s head falls onto the plush cushion below with a sharp complaint. He wants to know what his brother’s are talking about and as Rhys speaks into his mind he’s grinning wolfishly, grasping onto Rhys’ outstretched hand as the three winnow away.

“Wonder what that was all about,” you finger the rim of your glass, trying to play everything off, but the blush on your cheeks is permanent. This is not how you were expecting your night to go.

“It’s Az, isn’t it?” Mor asks and you snap your gaze to hers, jaw slackened.

“How do you know?”

“Oh come on (Y/N). I am the busybody,” she laughs, taking a swig of her wine.

You join her, chuckling as you think about how the brothers are probably teasing Azriel right now.

“So,” Mor starts, eyes glossy with mischief, “How big is it?”

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raineandsky · 8 months

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#56

tw: implied torture, implied violence

The villain makes a run for it.

They would, anyway, if they weren’t limping. A nasty gash in their leg is slowing them down, and with the way this evening is going it won’t even get time to stop bleeding before it doesn’t matter anymore.

Things are changing. Villainy used to pay well, had long prison sentences at worst. Now, fuck, now—

The villain’s coat catches on the decorative metal swirl of a nearby bench. A string of ugly curses fall out of their mouth as they turn back to pull at it, praying that the fabric will just untangle itself. They don’t have time, fuck, not now, please not now—

“[Villain],” a voice calls from the end of the road, like someone spotting an old friend. A figure casually meanders towards them, receiving another series of equally undignified and justified expletives. The figure steps closer, closer, closer.

The villain yanks at the hem in one final desperate attempt to free themself. The fabric chooses then to rip loudly, throwing them to the cold pavement mercilessly. They scramble to right themself. The fall has wasted precious seconds. The figure has closed the space uncomfortably between them, even though they know it means nothing.

Fuck, they’re so tired. They got into a fight they realised too late they couldn’t win. They fled the scene in the hopes that they could return to their base and recover. Their enemy didn’t give them the time of day. They’ve been tailing the villain for almost ten minutes. Not getting too close, not chasing them. Just following.

“I feel like a tiger or something,” the other says casually, though the villain can barely hear them over their own panicked, erratic breathing, “and I’m just waiting for my prey to get tired and lay down.”

They laugh—they fucking laugh. Heroes are fucking sadistic now. They don’t have long anymore. They’re exhausted, hurt, fuck, they’re scared. Terrified. They’ve heard about the fates of some of the more recently disappeared villains. They don’t want to go the same way as them. They can’t.

“[Villain], come on,” the hero calls again, and the villain tries desperately to block them out. They’re horrifyingly close now, just close enough to send a chill down their spine. “You’re making this a big thing that could’ve been over ten minutes ago.”

Panic is flooding everything, forcing the villain to keep moving despite the fact they can’t, they can’t. Every part of them is trembling, forcing them to hone in on the echoing click of the hero’s shoes against the concrete behind them. They’re still keeping their distance, waiting for the villain to make a wrong move before truly closing in. It– it’s fucked up. The hero’s like those killer whales that toy with seals for hours before they inevitably eat them.

The adrenaline can’t keep them going forever. They take a step and their knees buckle, sending them tumbling onto the jagged concrete again. Gravel digs into their palms. They know the moment they hit the ground that they won’t be able to get back up.

That doesn’t stop them trying. They let their hands feel the sharp edges of the pavement below them as they desperately try to pull themself up. They move tediously to get their legs under them, but they can’t. Fuck, they can’t, they’re trapped here.

The footsteps stop a little way away, like the hero wants to respect their space. What a load of horseshit that is. “[Villain],” they try again, and the gentleness of their tone is almost believable. “[Villain], please, stop making this difficult.”

The villain laughs, a sort of pained, choking sound. Tears are threatening to spill, blurring their vision. “Oh, it’s difficult for you?” they demand, their voice scratching in their throat. “It’s hard to kill someone who doesn’t want to die, huh? How tragic that you had to look someone in the eye and see their last emotion be– be fear.”

Those footsteps start clicking again, and every survival instinct kicks in at once. “N–No, fuck, no, I’m sorry—”

A hand digs through their hair, harshly wrenching their head back and earning a raspy cry. They don’t have the strength to stop it anymore. They can’t stop it. Fuck, it’s scary. They want to go home.

“Look, [Villain], it’s nothing personal, a’ight?” the hero says, pointedly ignoring the wet streaks already painting the villain’s cheeks. “It’s business. You know how it is.”

“I’m– I’m sorry, please, I– I’ll never do it again, I swear I—”

The hero shushes them like they’re calming a thrashing animal and not a human they’re about to execute in the street. The scrape of an unfolding metallic blade cuts the air, the sound soft like it was meant to be a secret. The villain makes one last vain attempt to free themself. Their lack of energy only lets them grasp desperately at the hero’s hand in their hair.

Something cold rests against their neck. A despondent sob escapes them. They don’t want to die. They can’t die. Fuck, there’s no way out. They’re going to die.

“Hey, hey, [Villain], it’s okay.” The hero’s voice is hushed. “I’m not gonna kill you, a’ight? This is all just part of the song and dance. You made it difficult, so I have to act like I at least tried to catch you.”

The villain chokes back another sob rising in their throat. “Y–You tried?”

The hero hums absently. “Yeah, agency’s always gonna wanna see a seasoned villain on their knees, right? If I can take you in, we both look how the agency wants.”

What? No, this isn’t right. Heroes always kill villains. They think back as much as the terrified fog in their mind will let them. The disappearing villains. The heroes. No, no, they can’t be—

“You and I are gonna head back to the agency now, a’ight?” the hero continues. They finally let go of the villain, letting them collapse to the ground again. “I have some friends that’d really like to see you. You’ll have a little interrogation, tell us what you know. Easy.”

The villains before, they– they always disappeared into the agency first. For weeks. They were always found bloody and broken afterwards. Fuck, god, no—

The hero bends down to them, their hand latching onto the back of their coat. The villain makes another futile attempt to free themself, but they don’t have the energy to try anymore. They’d cry if they had the strength to.

“[Hero], please…” Their voice comes out in uneven stammers. “Please, I– I swear I’ll never, ever do this– any of this again, please, I– I can’t—”

“Of course you won’t,” the hero says casually. “Agency’s a good place. You’ll come out a changed person.”

Fuck, as if the villain doesn't know that. They wish the hero had just run that fucking blade across their throat. It would’ve been better than wherever they’re about to go.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #whump #tw implied torture #tw implied violence #me yesterday: hm. how many fucks can i put in a story #the answers 13. new record i think #13 fucks in a snippet and yet none given aha

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softpascalito · 7 months

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Five

Collaring - Oberyn Martell/F!Reader

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned.

Relationships: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

WC: 2050

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Content, Established Relationship, Collars, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort, Oral S*x

AO3 LINK

notes: hi babes! todays piece is my man oberyn! i hope you enjoy him as much as i do <3

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The sun was already low, the many plants and rich fruits of the watergardens glistening in the last rays of the day. You took a deep breath, the scent of flowers immediately flowing into your nostrils as you let your gaze wander over the line of trees in front of you, all complete with sets of flowers around them.

Soft footsteps alerted you to the fact that you were no longer alone in the peaceful space you had found, sitting on the small stone bench as you did almost every evening, reflecting the day.

Your gaze was still taking in the flowers when the man stopped next to you and spoke in a low voice.

“Walk with me?” He asked softly and you smiled a bit at the sound. It was just as lovely to your ears as the scents of the gardens were to your nose.

Oberyn extended his arm and you finally met his gaze, allowing him to lead you through the small paths that slung through the many colors of the gardens.

The sun was shining onto your back, creating a warmth that matched the one you felt inside. Your dress flowed in the gentle breeze, the colorful strings of it moving behind you as you walked and intertwining with the edges of the shawl that Oberyn was wearing, casually draped around his shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed.

When you had first met him, his bold, yellow robes had impressed you and while you still admired them, admired all the detailed suns and the expensive fabrics they were made out of, you now preferred the man in his comfortable clothes, the ones he wore after rising in the morning or before going to bed at night.

Both times, which he usually spent in your company.

He had matched the beautifully patterned shawl to some loose, light pants that barely covered him, the small trail of hair that led to his lower regions quite visible above them.

“I could spend hours here. Just looking at the plants and the water-” You mumbled absentmindedly, still enamored with the beauty of both Dorne and the watergardens.

Oberyn however, was fascinated with a completely different kind of beauty as he kept his eyes on you, wandering between your face and your body, taking in each inch of the soft, exposed skin and each detail of the dress he longed to rip off of you.

Eventually, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, just walking about. When the sun finally got too low to reach the depths of the gardens and he saw a shiver run over your body, he smiled gently, ”I have something for you.”

You raised a brow, intrigued. ”What is it?” But he shook his head as he started leading you to your shared quarters.

“Is it new clothes? Or those sweets from Essos?” He just smirked. ”It is something sweet, in a way.”

It took you a moment to notice the teasing tone in his voice.

”Oh, that kind of sweet?” His smirk all but confirmed it and you lightly slapped his arm.

When you reached the bedroom that was still flooded with the evening light, Oberyn quickly moved over to the table and took a small velvet pillow from it. He turned towards you, holding it out for you to see and your eyes widened a little as you took in the sight in front of you.

On the smooth velvet rested a small collar, richly detailed with golden thread and a large sun in the front, that glistened in the evening sun. All around were fine, golden chains that moved like water as Oberyn held the pillow. The details matched those on his thick, golden necklace and the significance and care of the gift was not lost on you.

He waited patiently, studying your face for any kind of reaction. ”Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful.” You breathed, still mesmerized by the piece in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and ran your fingers over it, feeling the craftsmanship and care that had been put into it. Oberyn watched for a moment before he brought one hand up from below the pillow and gently rested it on yours. ”Would you like to try it on?”

You stood in front of the mirror, gazing upon your own reflection next to the reflection of Oberyn behind you, who gently brought his arms up to place the collar on your neck. He brought the two pieces that made up the sun in the front together and with a small click, they fell into place, securing it on your neck.

You gasped a little at the new feeling of having your neck restricted like that but it was surprisingly comfortable, the soft fabric of the inside undoubtedly designed to feel nice against your skin.

The man behind you was mesmerized, staring at you in the mirror as his hands wandered over your body, gently caressing the light fabric of your dress. He placed his head on your shoulder to get a better view and you could feel his necklace pressing into your back as his eyes wandered over your body.

“It suits you so well.” He whispered into your ear and you shivered slightly before smiling a little at the compliment, ”Do you think so?”

Oberyn nodded gently and turned his head to the side so that his lips were brushing against the collar and he placed a small kiss on it before continuing the trail of kisses on the skin around it.

You could feel the vibrations of his speech through the collar when he spoke in a low voice.

”I think it would look even better without the dress.”

A small smirk formed on your lips as you turned around, your eyes leaving your reflections and instead taking in Oberyn's face, that was so close to yours.

“You are quite the bold one today.” You mumbled but while you were speaking, you were already stumbling towards the bed alongside him. His grip on you tightened slightly and he held your hips as your legs hit the edge of the large bed you shared, keeping you from falling backwards.

Then, he brought one hand up to the collar and pulled on it slightly, causing your head to move forward and your lips to crash right into his.

You had spotted a small hook on the collar earlier, assuming a leash could be attached to it but it seemed like Oberyn had held off on that part for now, instead pulling on the collar itself to direct you.

Very gently, he lowered you backwards onto the bed and his hands found the knots that held your soft dress together. After a few moments of fumbling with them, it opened and as the fabric fell to your sides, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of your spread out body below him.

As he moved around, his shawl too fell off his shoulders, revealing more of his strong, broad chest to you and you licked your lips at the thought of what was going to follow. Indeed, Oberyn leaned down at that moment and started placing more kisses all over your chest, first in the valley between your breasts and then wandering more and more towards your nipples, his tongue lapping over the soft skin around them.

You whimpered under the touch and in response he started going a little harder, sucking on your skin until a few spots had turned red and purple from his mouth.

“Doing so well, my love,” He muttered under his breath as he fully concentrated on his task but you felt yourself getting eager and your hands quickly found the thin string that held up his pants. A grin spread over his face as he noticed and he pulled back a little, sitting on his knees in front of you as he assisted you in wiggling his pants down.

You let out an involuntary sigh as your gaze followed the trail of dark hair that had peaked out from under his pants earlier and as you did, you were met with his beautiful cock, a muscle that had been so otherworldly to you mere months ago, that now felt like something you could look at forever.

A few veins ran around the shaft, the fine arms of them reaching all around it. The uncut tip glistened with drops of precum and the sight made your mouth water. He was fully hard already, his cock twitching under your sight as if it knew that it was being watched.

Oberyn gently reached out and used the collar to direct you towards his crotch, switching your positions. You smiled up at him softly as you started kissing his tip, your tongue swirling around it a few times before you took him into your mouth.

“Oh, just like that,” He mumbled as his hand ran through your hair and you purred at the feeling, the vibrations carrying straight on to his cock that was now stuffed in your mouth. Oberyn kept one hand on the collar, occasionally directing you as you continued, taking him all the way down your throat, relaxing your jaw until your nose was buried in his dark hair and you heard him groan above you at the feeling of your throat completely enveloping him.

It only took a second or two of having him down your throat until you realized that the position didn't work well with the collar. Your neck had swollen slightly and you whined at the feeling of your throat constricting. The lack of oxygen was reaching your brain and your vision swayed for a moment.

Oberyn felt the muscles clench too and looked down just as you pulled off his cock, gasping for air. Spit ran down your face and a small frown appeared on your lover's face at the glazed over look in your eyes.

“ My Love ?”

You were attempting to catch your breath, which proved more difficult than it did without a collar and simply shook your head. Your hand was still resting on his naked thigh and you squeezed the skin twice, a sign the two of you had agreed on for safety that you had never used before.

Oberyn's behavior changed in an instant and he pulled back further, yanking his pants over his lap to cover himself, his lust replaced by concern.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, already sensing that this was about something specific. You did not trust your voice yet so you simply pointed at the collar. Oberyn immediately understood and after a quick moment, he had taken it off and put it to the side.

Red lines ran over your neck and he winced slightly at the sight, his finger smoothing over them, his voice softer than you had ever heard, ”Did I hurt you?”

You heard him curse himself under his breath, clearly worried that it had been him when in fact, it had been you who had pushed yourself too far too quickly.

Slowly, you shook your head as your breathing finally started to go back to normal. ”No, just- It was a little tight.”

You're not sure where they came from, but suddenly there were tears.

You cried silently, burying your face behind your shaking hands and Oberyn sighed softly as he looked down at you with soft, brown eyes. He quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, any pleasure forgotten as he simply pulled your body against his, holding you close.

“It is alright, my love. Please do not cry.” He whispered, stroking your back in a circular, repetitive motion. ”You did so well. I am so proud of you for letting me know.”

Oberyn had been with enough people to know that communication wasn't always easy. It didn't take a lot of trust to sleep with someone.

It took some trust to give yourself over to someone. And it took infinitely more to be honest with them while doing so.

“We can readjust it, if you like. Make it more comfortable.”

You smiled a little at that and nodded, raising your head to meet his. For a moment, your eyes met as you kissed him softly, ”I would like that.”

#oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell #prince oberyn #pedro pascal fanfiction #kinktober #collars #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell / you #oberyn martell / reader #smut

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blasphemous-lies-and-deceit · 16 days

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for the "hand(s) on/at..." prompt – 16 and gerrymichael (just because i think michael would go insane for that)

And @moonisthedoor - if you're still taking prompts, "hand(s) on..." – 16. wrists, for any Gerry ship you'd like!

Michael wondered how he got himself into situations like this.

He thought he was just having a casual conversation, a chat with a stranger in a crowd about accessories and hair care. The bar was crowded and loud, Gerry was off somewhere doing something, and his drink was sweet and fruity and maybe had more alcohol in it than he was expecting. So it took him longer than usual to realize that the person he was chatting with was pretty obviously flirting with him and he completely hadn't noticed.

The bar was too queer-friendly for him to assume his conversation partner's gender. They were dressed femininely, but then again, so was he, in his favorite lacy skirt and dangly earrings. Whatever their gender and orientation, they were obviously interested in him, and he was obviously...not. For many reasons. But mainly because he was deeply in love with someone else. Who he really wished would come bail him out now.

"Where did you find that skirt?" they murmured to him, heavily lined eyes narrow and heavy. "I never have any luck shopping online." Their hand reached out as if to feel the fabric, or perhaps pet his thigh. Michael quickly pivoted so they missed, wishing he could run away entirely.

"Charity shops are your best bet," he suggested, straining up on his toes to better see over the crowd. Where was his lovely yet aggressive partner? They said they'd meet up back at the bar, but that was ages ago, where the fuck was he? "This was actually two skirts, I ripped the waist out of one and put them together to make it longer."

"Really? That's so interesting." They were stepping closer, thwarting his attempt to put some distance between them. Michael was running out of space to retreat, and was just wondering if it was time to bail without his boyfriend when a body inserted itself between them, pressing back into him with warm familiarity.

"Hey," Gerry greeted the other person, his voice bright and pleasantly threatening. "How's your night going?"

"Umm," they balked, caught off guard. Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around Gerry's middle, hugging him gratefully from behind. Gerry's hands found his, latching onto his wrists to lock him in place. The stranger's eyes flicked down to their hands, then back to Gerry's face. "Not...bad?"

"Good." Gerry smiled like a shark. "Let's keep it that way, yeah?" His hands squeezed, tightening on Michael's wrists, and Michael felt a pleasant rush down his spine at the possessive gesture. Not that he would have been so easily tempted away, and he knew Gerry knew that too, but it was nice to feel so claimed. To know that Gerry loved him enough to fight for him, even if it never came to blows.

Michael backed away, dragging Gerry with him into grateful retreat. "Thank god you showed up," he hissed as Gerry twisted out of his arms, keeping ahold of his wrists as he pulled him towards the door. "We were just talking, and then they were flirting, but I just wanted to talk about clothes and stuff!" His words were a bit rushed, his steps stumbling as he tried to keep up with his boyfriend. "That fucking sucked."

"Yeah, I could tell." Gerry backed through the exterior door into the night, a cool relief after the close warm air of the bar. "Good thing I came along to swoop in and rescue you. Save you from being flirted with." His grin was wide and ridiculous, and Michael smiled with him, full of glee now that they were out. He twisted his hands in Gerry's hold, reversing the grip so that he was the one holding onto Gerry's wrists. Using his height to his advantage, Michael pushed Gerry up against the nearest brick wall, looming over him and holding him in place.

"Oh yes, you're my big tough boyfriend, aren't you? So demanding and possessive," he exaggerated, and was rewarded by an even wider and excited grin. Michael knew Gerry loved this. He pinned his wrists to the wall and pressed in, chest to chest, and watched the pupils of his eyes grow wide. He knew Gerry loved his too. Leaning in, Michael ducked his head to run his lips along Gerry's neck, raising shivers in his wake. "However should I thank you?"

Gerry let out a staggered moan, trembling in his grip and filling Michael with a delightful sensation. "However you want," he gasped, any pretense of being an overbearing partner flying away as Michael kissed his neck. "Fuck, Michael-"

"Hmm, yes," Michael agreed, squeezing his wrists appreciatively. "I think that would do nicely."

#gerrymichael #gerry keay #michael shelley #doorkeay #the magnus archives #some serious same-brain happening among the gerry-likers of tumblr

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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Boyfriend, girlfriend

Rydal Keener x f!reader

Self indulgent sick fic, can be read as part of the Oxford Comma AU, or as a stand-alone. ❤️

Warnings: bad words. No smut, just fluff and more run on sentences 🥰

Words: 1.2k

You had missed 4 classes this week already, and it was only Wednesday. Your roommate was out gathering the notes promised to you from your classmates, desperate to be away from you while you sneezed up a storm in the congested space you were meant to share. You desperately needed a shower, having sweat through the t-shirt you were laying in, your hair matted in all directions as you tossed and turned through your illness. Why were the school distributed beds so uncomfortable? Was there a room upgrade option you didn’t know about, only available to the students who had higher up connections? You could’ve sworn Rydal’s bed was never this lumpy when you stayed the night with him.

You can’t help but wonder where Rydal is at the moment. You had told your roommate to let him know not to come by, that you weren’t in a state to see him and to just take notes during lectures for the next midterm. He had apparently taken this information well, but you’re not exactly sure how reliable of a narrator your roomie was, especially when it came to Rydal. She seemed to zone out whenever he was talking and you’re not sure if it’s because he was undeniably pretty or because he was using that voice he would slip into when he needed someone to do something for him. Bitterly, you think of how he would rather not spend his free time with a sickie like yourself, that Chester had probably taken the rare opportunity that you weren’t around to come and set up camp in his room. Might even bring a girl with him. Might bring two. Sigh.

It literally served you no purpose to be this jealous over the other girls in his circles, he’s proved himself time and time again about how he felt about you but you couldn’t help it, especially with the state you were in right now. Thank goodness he wasn’t here to see you like this. Aggressively pulling the blankets over your head and letting out a cry of frustration, you wanted to scream at how it came out entirely garbled with the way your nose was backed up.

You heard a cough from the door. A cough that suspiciously sounded like someone trying and failing to cover up a laugh.

Slowly peeling back the covers, you peeked over the huddled fabric to see none other than your boyfriend – could you even call him that, you’ve never actually said those words out loud but it was unspoken that you were his, and he yours – leaning his back against your door looking entirely too casual.

“Don’t come any closer,” you croaked out.

“Geez, she said you were in bad shape, but I wasn’t expecting you to sound like Gollum,” he sniffed, walking to your bed despite your protests. He ripped back the blanket you were slowly inching up towards your face so that only your eyes were showing and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead before frowning deeply at you. Oh, life wasn’t fair with him looking so statuesque, looming over your sweaty and disheveled form with concern in his eyes. You looked back at him dumbly, inhaling a ragged breath before coughing into your sleeve for half a minute.

When you looked back up, Rydal was walking into your bathroom, the sound of him digging through your cabinets carrying across the room until he started the shower. Emerging from the bathroom, he came back to your wide eyed self with determination set in his gaze. Usually, his features were soft around you, a small smile playing at his mouth at all times, but there was no trace of that right now. You didn’t like it.

Feeling small, like you had somehow disappointed him even in your attempt to take care of all by yourself and not bother him, you looked down avoiding his eye. He lifted you into a sitting position, blankets still wrapped around you, and kneeled in front of you before tilting your face up to look at him.

“You’re gonna go in there and take a hot shower, okay?” and he’s actually waiting for you to respond, like a child listening to a parent give them slow instructions on their first time going to the grocery store by themselves.

You nod dumbly. He starts nodding, too.

“Then when you come out, you’re going to put on clean clothes, not the t-shirt that I gave you last week–”

“Hey!”

His face broke out into a smile at that, finally getting you to rise to his bait, a flicker of yourself flashing before his eyes. When he walked in here, he was genuinely concerned for you at your lack of fight, you didn’t even have the energy to throw any of your usual verbal acid at him. Brushing your hair back gently, despite it being a mess, he nudged you towards the bathroom with a slap on your ass for good measure.

The shower admittedly felt nice, all the sweat and grime from the past day swirling down the drain as you spent an extra five minutes under the hot water, letting it soothe the ache in your muscles. Shutting the water off, you quickly grabbed the towel he had set out for you – really, where did he learn to be so considerate – to wrap yourself up in and go back to your bed.

Rydal was waiting with the pair of sweats he had gifted you after you talked mad shit about how privileged people even had better damn sweatpants than the middle class with your favourite printed t-shirt you wore to bed. Why did he have to be so observant, so much so to know which pajamas to pick out of your closet for you when you weren’t there to tell him which ones you wanted. You sat on the bed as he stood before you, barking out orders to you for you to lift your arms so he could dress you, “up!”, and you’ve never felt so small with him. If it were physically possible, you’d shrink yourself to fit in the palm of his hand just so he could keep you safe.

“There’s my girl,” and those three words had no reason to have such an effect on your mood, until he had to follow it with his usual cheek. “Not stinky anymore.”

You broke out into a fit of giggles, not able to help it at his dumb choice of words. Sometimes, he really was like a child, throwing playground insults at you in an attempt to ‘tell you he liked you’, like the bullshit the teachers would feed you after some ill-behaved kid threw sand in your face. Except this time, he wasn’t throwing sand, he was tying your hair into a bun so that you could lie against his chest without it getting in your mouth, and he was putting on your favourite movie on your laptop, and he had a cup of lemon tea waiting for you after your shower, and he had called for Chinese takeout to your dorm building, and he was kissing your forehead even when you called him stupid for staying so close to you because you were going to get him sick.

He was brittle and he was intense and deliberate in his words but he was yours. And you were his.

#oxford comma fic #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener x you #rydal keener fanfiction #rydal keener #Rydal keener fluff #idk i think i like him

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bloodstainedhair · 28 days

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hey looks at you can ygu write sanford or deimos cannibalism im begging on my knees no one else sees my vision (that vision being them eating people and threatening to eat their darling)

looks at this starts howling at the moon clawing my curtains rips my shirt off

cw. cannibalism & gore, threats towards reader.

goddd you already know they do it together. like it's some sick sort of bonding ritual that only got worse once you came along, now saddled by the mingling desires of devotion and consumption. something weird like that. at first, it was all good fun, a mutual joy in unabashedly gruesome behavior. with you, though− it became an outlet for needs that much more depraved. (surprisingly possible when any of hank's gang is involved.)

the attacks are distinct. deimos doesn't aim for precision, just a good time and a good meal. he teases his food before going straight for the jugular. his teeth being so sharp doesn't help. he plays with his food and it shows in the chunks left scattered around the bodies. he's kind of like a cookiecutter shark...

that's not to say that sanford is clean. he just doesn't like to waste. it helps that he keeps his own personal meat hook on hand at all times. he likes to play provider and bring back generous portions of the body back for supper. it's the common habit of scavenging for grunts, as well as knowing hank won't be happy if they come home empty-handed with blood around their mouths.

it's terrible how often they work together against you, which is usually how it goes, sadism and all. deimos' threats catch you off guard with how casual and quick they are. he doesn't stick around for long or he'll go into a frenzy. he's "nice" enough to leave you with some particularly sore bite marks, or the unsanitary spit stains left on your clothes after he forced himself into your space, breathing heavily into the fabric shielding your neck at the moment. can't get enough of you, honestly.

sanford does the talking, and lets deimos take care of you like he's letting a dog off it's leash. he'll crouch down to your level and graze his hook over the skin of your collarbone, still warm with the blood of the person who he pretended was you, just minutes ago. sanford gives you a firm warning, enunciating the words, knowing you'll be staring at his bloodstained teeth. maybe you can't see through the glasses, but the intensity of his gaze can be felt nonetheless. a fine red line too close to your neck is what you're left with. and maybe deimos if you're unlucky. if it was up to sanford, he'd savor every part of you.

#i thought i wouldnt be able to write madcom at some point but no they live in my house actually i can hear them in the attic #asks #anon #mine #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #cw cannibalism #yandere deimos #yandere sanford

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eddieshellfxre · 2 years

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Best Shot

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.9/3k words

Summary: youre playing at the Hideout with your band and you and Eddie take interest in each other, things get steamy backstage

Content: 18+ DNI, swearing, creampie, fingering, unprotected piv sex, oral, slight masturbation, groupie Eddie, choking, just smut!!

a/n this was totally inspired by that video of dua lipa grinding on her mic stand, as soon as i saw it this idea popped up in my head

reblog and like if you enjoy it

gif is not mine, credits to owner

You’re part of a band thats playing at the hideout tonight. Youre hanging at the bar before the show when you see a group of guys walk in.

“who’s playing here tonight?” one of the boys ask as they all sit down at the bar next to you not paying attention

“man i dont know, some chick band” says another one with long curly hair “i bet they arent even good… i mean a girl band?”you smirk to yourself and stand up, tapping the guy on the shoulder

“why dont you stay and find out for youself sweetheart” you say, hand still on his shoulder as he turns around to face you. You lock eyes with each other and you cant help but notice how attractive this guy really is.

“oh please, you think youre good?”

“well the owner did say this is the first time the Hideout sold out soooo that must mean something… arent you the regular players here? interesting” you walk closer to him placing his chin on your index finger while your thumb ghostly brushes his bottom lip, you notice how his breathing shifts, both looking at each other with lust “whats your name?”

“i-im Eddie Munson” he says with a low rasp in this voice. fuck this man is hot

“well Eddie Munson, see you later sweetcheeks” you wink at him and you walk backstage to prepare for the show, leaving Eddie completely frozen in place trying to figure out what just happened

“yeahhhh Eddie, get it” you hear one of the boys chant, you turn around to see Eddie grabbing a beer, eyes still locked on you

••••

“y/n are you trying to flirt with the guy or kill him?” one of your band mates asks while doing her last makeup touches “babe dressed like that you could easily kill me” she laughs

“oh c’mon its casual attire” you laugh pointing at the leather skirt you were wearing, could easily be mistaken as a belt if not careful, a ripped t shirt that became a crop top and torn up at the perfect place to give you the best possible cleavage.

All of you finish up everything and walk on stage, as soon as you walk in you notice Eddie front and center, you look at him and send him and cheeky wink making Eddie take his bottom lip between his teeth and eye you up and down, focusing specially on the small fabric trying its best to cover your ass. A curly headed boy whispers something to him and Eddie just smiles in agreement never breaking his stare on you.

“hi everybody, we’re Sugar Walls. my name is y/n and we’re extremely excited to play at the hideout tonight” the crowd chants and you start playing, spending almost the whole show making eye contact with Eddie, your bandmates catch on to this laughing and shaking their heads.

“This is out last song of the night, so i just wanna thank everysingle one of you for showing up tonight and making this a unforgettable night for us. This is Hit Me With Your Best Shot” your eyes immediately make their way in Eddie’s direction.

As you come to the end of the song singing “Well you're the real tough cookie with a long history, of breaking little hearts like the one in me” you lower yourself in front of Eddie coming close to his face, the microphone being the only space between both you you sing “Before I put another notch in my lipstick case, you better make sure you put me in my place” coming back up straight after, placing your hand at the top of the mic stand and slowly swaying your hips sliding down as you follow the beat of the song, ass beginning to be on full display “Hit me with your best shot, C'mon, hit me with your best shot” always making eye contact you reach the bottom and tilt the stand forward grinding on it you finish the lyric “ Hit me with your best shot ,fire away” Eddie seems to have swallow a peach pit, you could have sworn if the room wasnt so dark you could see the bulge on his jeans, screaming to be free.

You hear every man and woman chant out to your band but you keep your focus on Eddie who is just slow clapping, chewing on his gum.

The show ends and you thank everyone and make your way back to your dressing room with the girls

“that was one hell of a show wasnt it?” Vicky says poking at your ribs, you giggle a little knowing exactly what shes talking about “even i was trying really hard not to loose focus on the beat when drumming, imagine that poor guy” she laughs sitting down on the couch, you sit down next to her on a chair, legs crossed drinking beer. When suddenly your dressing room door flies open. you shoot eyes forward to find Eddie standing in front of him, breathless. you bite your lip smirking looking at him, you know damn well whats about to go down and what you did to him. The room stays quiet for a couple of seconds

“Ladies…. out” you stay seated drinking your beer and your bandmates leave the room closing the door behind them.

“who the fuck— who the fuck do you think you are?” Eddie says making his way to you, his eyes dark, cheeks flushed as he stands above you, you smile at him and stand up

“who the fuck do you want me to be?” your grin is killing him, no one has ever been like this with him and you notice it. His eyes focus on your lips, his hands meet your hips pulling you closer to him, walking against you until you’re pressing up against the wall, you could feel his dick through his jeans, this man was about to burst “let me ask you again… who the fuck do you want me to be” you lean in coming closer to his lips, you lift your leg up, slightly carresing his thigh and he looses all self control grabbing onto your thigh with one hand and cupping your face to kiss you with the other, you slowly grind on him looking for some type of friction

“jesus christ, you’re killing me baby” he says breathless as he leaves bruised kisses on your neck making his way down to your cleavage.

You’ve been waiting for this ever since you saw him, there was something about him that turned you on so badly, you just want him there and now, he licks his way up your neck

“turn” he whispers bitting every so slightly at your neck, he places his hands on your waist turning you to face the wall, you spread your legs placing your hands of the wall for support.

Eddie kneels down behind you, slowly rising your so called skirt and grabbing a handful of your ass and smacking it making you moan a little, he hears you and lets out a laugh, it was like it was music to his ears, doing it again waiting to hear you one more time before he brushes his thumb along your clothed pussy, leaning in closer with his lips as you feel the hot breath from his mouth against your heat making you weak, you spread your legs a little bit more as Eddie strokes your panties with his fingers, hooking his index finger on them and tugging them pulling them all the way down to your feet. You step out of them kicking them to the side

“holy fuck” he says close to your cunt “youre so fucking hot baby, so wet for me” he says almost in a cry “such a perfect little pussy” he admires you from behind spreading your lips with his index and middle finger

“have been since you walked in the club daddy” your words freeze him into place. He gives in into his dispair placing a hand on his crotch grabbing it in a tight grip, hoping it will release him of some tension.

His tongue makes its way up to your slit, licking you from your clit to your hole, inserting his tongue ever so slightly inside you. He locks his mouth onto you, sucking on your clit, everytime he does this your legs twitch

“f-fuck Eddie just like that” you moan dropping your head forward as he hits just the right spot on your clit “shit shit shit dont stop, fucking christ dont stop” you perk your ass up giving him more access to your pussy, you can feel his grin as he eats you from behind, both hands on your ass cheeks spreading them apart with such force his fingers were turning white, he flattens his tongue on your pussy feeling all of you on his tongue, moaning at the sensation of having your cunt on him.

“you taste heavenly baby” he moans against your pussy, the vibrations send you into a spiral

“Im gon-Eddie i— fuckfuckfuck” your legs tremble as you reach your orgasm. Eddie being a total gentleman licks your release up and turns you around to face him, grabbing your face he motions you to open your mouth. You do as youre told and he places his tongue on yours allowing your cum to drip from his tongue to yours.

“taste yourself for me” his eyes were as dark as when he walked in, he was hungry for you. Completely drunk on him you swallow and Eddie forms a smile on his face, kissing you hard against the wall “i dont know i lasted that whole set” his hands slid under your shirt cupping your breats and kneeding them into his hands “i just wanted to bend you over the drum set and fuck you until you forgot your name” you resume your grinding on him, letting him know you wanted just that “youre such a fucking tease arent you?” he says grinning against your lips as he slowly grinds on you, giving you both some kind of friction

“oh why didnt you bend me over then?” you ask pulling onto his shirt collar, pulling him closer, if thats even possible

“because only i get to see this pussy! no one else” he says slipping a finger inside you, catching you by surprise you let out a loud moan, forcing you to close your eyes as he hits your g spot everything he curls his fingers inside you. he removes his fingers after teasing you with them for a while, you push him towards the couch sitting him down.

you can hear “fever” playing outside and start to remove your clothing at the beat of it. Eddie’s jaw drops once you grab at your cleavage and rip the shirt of you, leaving you in nothing but your push up bra and leather skirt. His heart beating out of control as he eye fucks you while you’re coming closer to him placing your hands on his thighs giving him the best view of your breasts, he is pretty much drooling at this point. your hand trails up stopping at his crotch, you massage it in your hand and Eddie’s breath breaks up and he grabs onto your wrist, outside you hear the lyrics “daddy oh dont you dare” and you sing them right back at Eddie.

You notice his belt buckle is a couple of handcuffs and you smile at the idea that just popped in your head.

“lets see if these work shall we” you say as you remove them from his jeans, clasping his wrists to the handcuffs, throwing the chain behind his head “move these and there will be consequences” you say letting go of the handcuffs. Eddie nods in agreement “im gonna need words baby! do you understand? ”

“fuck— yes baby! do everything you want to me” he says in dispair, bucking his hips wanting you to release him from is agony

“ohhhhh you shouldnt have said that” your gaze pierces him to the couch. You reach behind you with one hand and unhook your bra, your tits are right at his face, close enough to take one of them in his mouth, nibbling at your nipple while you let own a raspy low moan. you lower yourself, playing with his jeans button, teasing him. You start to remove his jeans and he shimmies in his seat helping you, soon enough youre met by his size “commando?” you laugh taking his balls in your hand slowly massaging them he grinds his hips, you notice it and lick a strip from the bottom of his shaft to his head, cleaning up the pre cum thats leaking from him. The saltiness makes you moan and it sends Eddie over the fucking moon.

You take him in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat as you keep massaging his balls in your hand

“jesus christ do you even have a gag reflex?” he asks looking at you as you swallow him down. you shake your head in denial “holy fuck baby” he tries to grab your hair but he doesnt want to remove his cuffed hands from behind him “y/n baby you gotta stop of else im gonna bust and id rather do that inside that pretty little pussy of yours” you release him with a pop, lips swollen you come up to kiss him, brushing your tongue on his bottom lip asking for permission.

“just let me fuck you already” he pleads looking at you “ive been waiting all night”

“oh you have?” you tilt your head in innocence, but your eyes quickly talk otherwise as you take your hand to his throat pressing at the sides “you poor babyyyyy” you notice how his dick twitches at your touch. he likes being dominated and you sure love dominating. you lean over to his ear letting out a soft moan as your other hand reaches down to your clit clircling it with your middle finger “ohhh Eddieeee, i want you inside me”

“oh my— you’re so hot” he breathes out looking down at where your hand meets your pussy. Hands still behind his head, he grabs onto the chain to restrain himself from touching you all over “please-please sit on me and let me fuck you while you keep doing that” he pleads once more, praying that you’ll do as your asked.

“you’re lucky flattery works on me sweetheart” you say as you climb onto his lap, grabbing at his cock, stroking it at a painfully slow pace you line him up with your entrance and lower yourself onto him, feeling how he completly stretches you out filling you up completly.

You hold onto his chest as you ride him agonizingly slow for both you and him, but you love the game, the tease, sending him over the edge. As you start to become more and more inpatient you start picking up your pace and Eddie’s hands shoot up from behind his head grabbing onto your hips throwing the cuff chain behind you, the cold chain sending a shock through your body as Eddie’s hands grab onto your hips tight, his rings bitting onto your skin, but you like the pain, your finds its way to the back of Eddie’s head, grabbing at his mane, squeezing it in your hand he moans softly as he looks at you getting lost in your body.

“jesus—you’re so big Eddie” you say breathless as you ride him quicker now. You take your hand to your clit and start circling it again as he slams his hips into you deeper each time.

“just like that baby, c’mon i wanna feel you come all over my dick” he encourages you to continue touch yourself, he starts to feel you cleanching around him and he knows your close “c’mon bab—fuck you’re almost—almost there” he says in such dificulty, trying hard himself not to cum before you.

“oh my goddddd Eddie” a loud moan leaves your mouth as you collapse onto Eddie’s chest. He picks up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm reaching his own soon after. Mewling into each others mouths as your grinding slows down, feeling him cum paint your walls, he thrusts in and out a couple more times through his orgasm. You smile against his lips still remaining seated on him

“thank god im on the pill right?” you laugh

Eddie laughs back, memories of what you’ve just done to each other running through his mind

“i still think youre a fucking tease for what you made me go through during the show” his dick now soft inside you, he removes himself from inside you collecting both your releases onto his fingers and sticking them in your mouth. You open gladly and moan at the sensation

“tastes….. heavenly” you laugh, calling back at Eddie’s recall from earlier “first time a groupie gave me a orgasm this good i must say” Eddie looks at you intruigued

“groupie?” placing a hand over his chest looking shocked

“well yeah” you smile back “i am in a band” you joke at him

“so am i, you’re the groupie”

“sureeee but has your band ever sold out this place” you roll your eyes at him, leaning into his lips “maybe next time ill be your groupie” you kiss him softly brushing his bands away from his forehead

“next tuesday then, be my groupie and for the love of god! get another top of those” he joins his hands in prayer looking upwards. You both laugh, and you notice you havent removed his handcuffs yet, you lock your index finger in the chain and lean in to whisper

“only if you bring these and cuff me” Eddie looks at you with pure lust, bitting onto his lip

“you’re on baby”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddiemunson #eddiestrangerthings #stranger things #st4 #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie smut

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Gaeric Week: Free Space

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Thanks to @gaeric-appreciation for putting this together. Thanks to Mons too for betaing all this work, it is always appreciated. This has been really fun and I've really been looking forward to it!

Today is a little special as this is the culmination of the other pieces. I hope you enjoyed reading and happy Gaeric week!!

Please note: In solidarity with Palestine and the global strike called by Bisan Owda, I will be pushing the release dates of these ficlets up to avoid conflict with this strike.

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It was his turn to show Ingo the ropes. The man had been here for a little more than six months, and he had been caught in nothing short of a whirlwind upon his arrival. Many still had their doubts about the stranger, but the wardens knew better, and so did Irida. They were the ones who spent the most time with him after all.

Gaeric leaned over the fire, twisting the skewered meats and veggies over the flame so they cooked evenly, and sat back with Ingo, the man shivering in the cold even under the thick shag of some Piloswine blankets. Calaba had theorized that he was still adjusting to the climate after all this time, wherever he had come from was not nearly so cold, and although he had adjusted to the average cold of the icelands, the windchill was dropping the temperature into the subzero tonight.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help warm you.”

Ingo had such spindly fingers, looking more like fragile twigs than human skin and musculature, but they wrapped around the cup to leech the warmth from the steaming miso inside. He thanked Gaeric, sipping quietly, and sighed with relief as the broth worked its magic.

“That’s much better. I think I can feel my fingers again.”

“You have to start getting used to the cold, Ingo. Although the highlands aren’t nearly so cold, Hisui is more like here than the coast.”

This acknowledgement made the new warden sigh wearily, taking another swig of the soup, and handing it back to Gaeric once he offered to refill it. There was an awkward pause. The whole day had been spent teaching Ingo about the exact details of wardenship: what he would need to do day in and day out for his ward and her offspring, how often he should report in to Irida about his noble and the state of the highlands, and the importance of vigilance when it came to wild Pokémon.

All the wardens were doing their part to bring Ingo up to speed on his duties. Lian showed him basic survival skills like lighting a fire, hemming a ripped seam, and identifying potable water. Calaba instructed him on how to care for injuries and maladies in the event he could not get to the settlement, which Ingo seemed to catch on to with relative ease. Palina tackled food preparation, which ranged from collection, like fabricating traps or rods and being able to identify edible plants and tubers, and storage, like drying or pickling. This was the one Ingo seemed to struggle with the most.

This awkward silence wasn’t so much that the men didn’t know each other or like each other, Gaeric just didn’t know what to say to Ingo in a casual sense. The man had no memories - his mind blank and clean like freshly fallen snow. So, while he could rely on Ingo to ask questions and offer little acknowledgements from Gaeric’s teachings, he couldn’t expect him to talk about himself.

“May I ask you something?”

“You can ask whatever you want Ingo, that’s why you’re here.”

Gaeric would not admit how relieved he was that Ingo had ended the pregnant pause between. Ingo leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he stared into the flickering flames. It was eerie, Gaeric could sometimes look at him and see just how blank his gray eyes were. Though the bandages on his forehead were gone, the gash on his left temple still threw the shadows over the modeled skin. He couldn’t help but remember how pale the man had been when he was brought into medical tent, with the contrast of the blood that was so red against his white skin, it made shivers run up the collective spines of the clan as it put them in mind of a certain ghost stalking the night.

“What was the warden like before me? The one who took care of Lady Sneasler?”

“Chiaki?” It had been a long time since he even had to remember that name. “To tell you the truth, I never really got to know her. Shion and Calaba would have been her contemporaries. She died protecting Lady’s Sneasler’s first batch of kits and she’s refused a warden until you.”

“I see.” Ingo said, his head dipping lower. The fire crackled when the fat of the meat dripped into the fire, Ingo reached out to turn the skewer. “Can you tell me about Shion? I sensed Mistress Calaba’s… sorrow when I tried to bring up the topic.”

Gaeric hummed, leaning back to look into the endless expanse of space above him and taking in a deep breath through his nose. The cold air stung his lungs in a good way, a refreshing reminder that he was here and alive.

“Shion was a stubborn old man until the bitter end… I admired him for it.”

Gaeric said with a faint but fond smile, pulling the skewers off the fire and handing one to Ingo. As the fire slowly died over the next few hours down memory lane, Ingo listening with rapt attention, they found themselves with mere embers before them. Gaeric was just about to say that they should catch some sleep when Ingo said unexpectedly.

“Forgive me but… I fear at times I will not be able to live up to the clan’s expectations or the legacies of those who came before me, Gaeric. I think…”

Although he trailed off, he was sure he could guess what Ingo was about to say.

He was seeking out reassurance from his fellow warden.

“Shion used to tell me that forging your own path is like walking through knee-deep snow in a blizzard. It can seem impossible, but eventually the blizzard will clear, and the spring melt will make the path more manageable. No one is expecting you to be exactly like those who came before you. Sinnoh left space in their grand design so that each person can grow to be extraordinary – Pearl clan is not made up of a few trees on a plain, we are a mighty forest. We grow together in all manners and shapes. Just be yourself, Ingo… We should get some sleep. Could you put out the fire while I turn down the extra cot for you?”

Ingo nodded, a quiet smile curving his lips.

“Thank you, Gaeric. I think my fears are assuaged for now.”

“Good, because you don’t have time to worry. Gotta get you into tiptop shape for your wardenship. I expect you to be up bright and early for our run.”

The audible gulp of fear made the warden burst into laughter before ducking into his tent to begin turning in.

#pokemon #legends of arceus #pla #warden gaeric #pla gaeric #pkmn #fan fic #fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #p:la #pl:a #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends: arceus #pokemon: legends arceus #gaeric week 2024 #gaeric appreciation week

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elliebell77 · 6 days

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Hello :D

I would please like an info-dump of Vess

I really liked the character so I am interested to know more about them

OMG HIII

ok essay under the cut:

TLDR: Vess, short for Vessel, is a fusion between Gaster and Chara. It's running around gathering all the gaster fragments scattered across time and space to rebuild him, but consequently taking fragments from an AU means it's destroyed.

ok, that is... a chaotic image. But I think it helps. and by helps i mean it helps me and absolutely no one else.

The version you probably saw and know was my first version. Vess has undergone a redesign since then which is why it looks different.

ok i'm gonna be honest I wrote the whole thing out but its like 3 pages no joke so I'm just gonna save you the time and give you the highlights.

Vess is the result of gaster and chara making a deal. Basically, Chara would get a sick ass new body and a lot of EXP and in exchange they would gather all the pieces of gaster scattered across the entire multiverse. Yes, every single one of them. It's named Vess because it's body made from is the empty vessel from the very beginning of deltarune.

The line between Doc and Vess' souls is a soul bond, if that wasn't obvious. This bit of worldbuilding fanon is usually used in a romantic context, but ive always headcanoned that a soul bond can be anything so long as the intent is strong. Siblings, for example, or parent and child, or platonic relationships, to name a few.

In this particular context, this soul bond is one of business partners. This connection gives chara's soul the structure it needs to survive, since at this point with how long chara's been dead it's basically just deteriorated into a shapeless blob of DT unable to actually sustain life, and also serves as the tether Gaster needs to stay in the mortal plane. As chara gathers the fragments, both souls benefit as they grow stronger. For chara that is gaining more of their memories and old personality, and Gaster gains HP and more of his physical body back.

The only downside of this arrangement is that when when Vess takes gaster fragments from an AU it actually, uh... completely destroys the AU?? like, the whole thing kinda just collapses. As it turns out, Gaster is actually like a major part of the universe's core code and as a result, casually just ripping that chunk out causes the whole world to kinda just fall apart and dissolve into nothing.

Vess and Error actually have a weird kind of rivalry going because of this. Except he doesn't know that he could totally kick Vess's ass like laughably easily

See, Vess isn't really that strong at battle. At all. Maybe as it grows stronger and gather more fragments, but as of right now it finds itself running away from a fight far more often than it does running into the fray

It does have the red knife, but this isnt actually that useful for battle. I mean, it could use it, but most utmv characters would easily outshine Vess in battle. It usually negociates its way out of battle if it's unable to run; chara loves striking deals, after all.

The red knife is actually used for AU hopping. It's fair inferior to other methods of transportation, but it was the best Gaster could create at the time. It physically rips the fabric of time and space to create a rift/portal to wherever Vess wants to go, but this tear doesn't just... go away after a couple minutes like other characters' portals do. It can be stitched up, but it takes a long time and Vess simply doesn't have time for that when they're being, say chased out of an AU.

#skeledoodles #my ocs #vess #skeleasks #longpost

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reddeadmort · 2 years

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Arthur Morgan x f! Reader | “Silvery Threads” | Part 3

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You’re in trouble - will someone get to you in time?

Words: 3.2k

Notes:

It’s rescue time! However, I’m a terrible person, so you’ll probably hate me by the end of this chapter. We ain’t done yet....

Warnings:

Violence, bodily scars, implied potential sexual assault (nothing happens).

Comments and feedback welcomed! It really does make my day when people leave a little message :)

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Arthur had woken early, just as the sun started to appear above the horizon. He’d been pleased to see a shape on the bedroll in your tent, only for the pleasant feeling to be promptly replaced by disappointment as he realised from the skirts that Mary-Beth had decided to borrow your space for a brief moment of privacy. Still fighting a deep sense of worry, he grabbed his journal and headed for the horses. A bit of time away from camp, a bit of peace, that’ll help him relax.

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You barely reacted as the hands grabbed your arms, wrenching you forwards so you fell to your knees. The slight burn of the rough rope against your wrists felt distant, like it was happening to someone else. Your mind started to float, up out and away from your body, looking down at the scene below. The man in black was leaning casually against a post, cigarette in hand, watching as the sheriff and his deputy roughly dragged and shoved the woman out of the cell and into the main room. A hand went to her head, and she was pulled to her feet by her hair. Still looking down from somewhere near the ceiling, you felt a dull ache on the back of your skull. The deputy grabbed the rope tying the woman’s wrists and yanked upwards, securing the rope on a hook suspended from a beam.

The scream started distantly, quickly growing louder, and before you could prevent it, you were swooping down from your vantage point towards the poor woman. You tried to stop, fearing the collision that was about to happen….

Suddenly your eyes snapped open again, the pain from your shoulder becoming so overwhelming that the scream came to a strangled stop. Desperately, you tried to shift you weight to pull down only through your left arm, but your toes were barely touching the boards below. One boot slipped on the rough wooden floor and your arms were once again wrenched upwards. You almost bit your tongue as you felt the tear in your shoulder, deep beneath the gunshot wound.

“What now?” The young deputy’s tone was urgent, excited.

“We want to see what we’re doing.” a low voice rumbled from behind, as you heard the hiss of a cigarette being put out by a boot. The sheriff moved out of view, presumably back to the desk in the corner.

Before you realised what was happening, still caught in a fog of pain, the deputy’s knife was out and under the back of your shirt, tugging upwards. He ripped the two halves apart, exposing your back and pushing the loose fabric up over your head, between your arms, before stepping back to get a better look.

“Looks like she’s been used before.” The deputy sneered, a glimmer of disgust on his face as he stared at your crisscrossed skin. “She one of yours?”

“Oh I doubt it.” The man dressed all in black stepped even closer, until you could feel his breath on the side of your face. You were expecting a rancid smell, the retch already half forming in your throat; instead, there was just the strong scent of tobacco, mixed with the faint aroma of mint. The tall man lowered his voice, so only you could hear what came next.

“Mine aren’t normally movin’ around so good after” he whispered in your ear. His tone was so cold, the deep murmur reverberating through you. The indifferent, hardened facade you were so desperately trying to maintain faltered, and a tiny involuntary whine of fear escaped your chest. In response, the man’s hand slammed into your throat, thumb and forefinger painfully squeezing your jaw. Again, he brought his face uncomfortably close to yours, forcing you to stare into his eyes. The hazel colour was so dark, with flashes of gold in the centre offering the only indication of where the pupil began. The man’s eyes narrowed as he growled at you.

“Steady on girlie. Too many noises like that and it’ll be hard to maintain my restraint.” You shuddered again, but this time managing to catch the cry in your throat before it could escape. The corners of the man’s mouth curved upwards into a half-smile, seemingly enjoying the defiance still emanating from your gaze. “There’s a good girl.” He dropped his hand and stepped away, leaving you gasping in air, thankful that the men behind could not see you screw up your eyes as they started to glisten.

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Arthur almost fell from his horse as it reared; the speed at which Lenny and Sean were travelling, they had practically flattened him.

“What in the hell are y’all doin’!” he shouted, patting his horse firmly but reassuringly on the neck. “Fuckin’ idiots.”

Lenny and Sean were breathing almost as hard as their horses as they circled back round. Arthur could barely discern a garbled word as they both rushed to speak over each other. “One at a time, one at a time!” he laughed, holding his hands up towards them, gesturing for them to stop.

“Arthur……” Sean panted. “They’ve got her.”

“Look Sean, I really don’t need to know ‘bout some woman you’ve been romancin’ in town, or whatever husband you two are currently escapin’ from” Arthur chuckled. His smile faded as he actually took a moment to survey the scene in front of him. The boys were soaking wet, the horses dangerously exhausted. In all the commotion, he’d misread their faces; there was a much deeper fear etched over them than he’d realised.

“It’s Y/N, Arthur.” Lenny’s voice was ragged, almost hoarse from urging his beast down the road as fast as it could travel. “We got into a fight. Woke up in jail. They wouldn’t let her go…..”

Arthur felt the anger swelling in his chest, but tried to stay calm. Cowards, he thought, of course they’d pay their way out before yours. “How much more d’ya need?”

“Arthur, you ain’t listenin’” Sean interjected. “She had money. It didn’t matter. They would’na let her leave. Not without…..” his voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“They took our guns Arthur, we couldn’t do nothin’. We came to get help.” Arthur could hear the panic in Lenny’s voice now.

“Camp. Dutch. Get anyone.” Arthur spat the words at the men, already turning his horse and urging it forwards. His vision was clouding, hearing going dull. He didn’t hear the men screaming after him as he thundered away, unable to process their cries of ‘wait’ and ‘need a plan’.

He wasn’t going to let you down. Not again.

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The first few hits had not been as bad as you’d remembered, the slight loss of sensation across your back helping dull the pain. For once, you were actually grateful of the partially healed hole in your shoulder; that was where your mind was focused, the near constant dull ache helping to distract you from the sharpness as the whip sliced your skin.

“My turn!” the deputy whined, a pathetic child-like quality to his voice. You heard the slither of the leather on the floor as the whip presumably changed hands. Bracing yourself, you heard the crack, and winced as you felt…. nothing.

“My fuckin’ face!” the young man yelped. You turned your head as best as you could, to see him reaching up to touch his fingers to the bloody cut on his cheek. Turning your face back towards the door, you couldn’t help but let a brief smile flash across your face.

“Fuckin’ bitch, don’t you dare laugh at me!” The whip clattered to the floor and suddenly your head was being wrenched backwards, the blade of a knife resting on your throat.

“Stop!” the sheriff shouted as a bead of blood started to trickle down the tip of the blade. He’d been so quiet, you’d almost forgotten he was there. For a brief moment, you hoped that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to regret this encounter. Perhaps he’d insist on letting you go…

“You can slice her up later” he grunted, pulling the deputy away. “But only after we’re done. I ain’t fucking a corpse.”

“Don’t worry, I know how to make her apologise.” The tall man’s hands were on you, sliding over your skin. His touch was not rough, feeling more like a caress. His fingertips were soft as they traced the pattern of scars, carefully avoiding the fresh wounds. His warm breath on the back of your neck caused you to shudder slightly. He breathed in deeply as his fingers found the base of one of the larger welts. He ran his hand up the scar, barely grazing your skin, only faltering when you winced as his fingers brushed against the juncture of the Y shaped marks. “There it is…” he purred in your ear, before stepping back. The sound of leather against wood told you the whip was once again in his hand.

“Now gentlemen, you’ll truly understand why people pay for my….expertise.” His voice was dripping with smug satisfaction. “You see, I don’t just know how to use a whip. Any fool could do that.” At this remark, the younger man grumbled, but refrained from actually saying anything. “I understand anatomy. You see, our subject has yet to give us much satisfaction, simply because she is… broken. Scar tissue can dull the senses, form a disappointingly protective layer.” The leather thong of the whip scraped against the wood as it was dragged backwards along the floor. “But sometimes, a nerve gets trapped. This can cause pain when a scar is stretched, or moved… or struck”.

The pain came before the crack reached your ears. The bastard had struck you right on the spot he had found, the white hot pain rushing through your chest and out along your limbs. There was no way to stop the scream tearing from your throat; as the fire reached your skull, you felt your vision once again fading to darkness.

—----

Arthur ignored the screams and shouts of the townsfolk as he barrelled past, forcing them to jump out of the way. His horse has barely slowed before his feet hit the floor, pistol already in hand as he started running towards the closed door of the Sheriff's office.

—---

Your hearing came back before your vision.

“Can’t we do anything?” the young man was whining again. “It’s no fun when she’s not awake to feel it.” You tried to stay as still as possible, stretching out the time before the next onslaught. Shadows danced across your vision, slowly fading as it returned. You thought you were going to fall back into unconsciousness as a large black shaped loomed in the centre of your sight, until it almost obscured the doors in front of you.

A shot had rang out before the wood of the door had even finished splintering. The sound of the clattering would was followed by a soft thump behind you as a body hit the floor. In one swift movement, Arthur’s muscular arm was wrapped around your waist, lifting you up, allowing you to pull your bound wrists free of the hook. You cried out as he slammed the pair of you into the floor behind a desk. Arthur was on top of you, body shielding you from the bullets ricocheting into the wall behind. Then there was the sound of a tinny ‘click’ as the hammer of a revolver hit nothing but empty chamber. At this noise, Arthur forced himself up and off the floor, pistol arm swinging upwards.

—--

Arthur willed his body to move faster, but time had seemed to slow. His entire vision was covered in a thin red mist, and he watched as the sheriff reached for the cartridges on the desk, movements slowed as if through water. One uniformed body was on the floor, and Arthur just caught a glimpse of a dark shape falling out the back door of the office. His pistol finally moved into position, sights aimed squarely in the centre of the man’s skull, and pulled the trigger.

—----

Clatter. Thump. Silence.

For a brief moment, there was only stillness. You looked up at the man kneeling beside you, arm still raised, towering over you. Before you could stop yourself, instinct kicked in and you were scrabbling backwards, desperately trying to get to your feet. You had barely raised yourself off of the floor before Arthur was tugging you into his chest, arms wrapped around your entire torso. One hand cradled the back of your head, pushing it into his shoulder.

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry.” His voice was strained as he gently rocked backwards and forwards. “I should’ve been here, should’ve protected you”. You allowed your breathing to slow, pushing your face even harder into his neck. You were about to speak when he squeezed your body, and instead let out a yelp.

“Ah, shit!” You broke free of Arthur’s grasp, rocking forwards onto your knees, head moving to the floor, torn shirt falling to either side of your back.

“Oh god…” you heard Arthur mutter under his breath as he gazed down on your bloodied torso. He quickly stripped off his jacket, wrapping it around you. He leaned you back, placed one arm under your knees, another around your shoulders and effortlessly lifted you up. As you rested your head on his arm, you started to hear the shouts and angry voices from outside the building.

“Time for a swift exit I think darlin’” Arthur grunted, starting for the open front door.

“Wait!” You craned your head round to look back at the desk, and pointed towards the pile of weapons. “Think Sean and Lenny might be a bit mad if they have to come back for those” you smiled weakly. Arthur moved over to the desk, leaning slightly, allowing you to use your good arm to lift all three weapon belts into your lap. A few quick, firm, strides and you were out of the door. Arthur hoisted you up onto the saddle, taking the weapons from you and stuffing them in a saddle bag before mounting the horse behind you. A swift kick and you were moving, taking the shortest route out of town.

***

Arthur had slowed the horse to a walking pace as soon as it felt safe to do so. You were grateful; you were trying your best to hold on, but the movement was causing friction between your back and Arthur’s chest, leaving you in agony. As the pace slowed sufficiently, you leaned forwards, resting your hands and chest on the saddle pommel. You wondered how much of a state Arthur’s jacket was in; you could feel it starting to stick to you, you hoped just from sweat.

“S’gonna be okay, sweetheart.” Arthur’s tone was warm and reassuring. As you’d lent forward, he’d released his grip around your waist, hand instead moving to your hip. His jeans rubbed against yours with the movement of the saddle, and you let yourself have a little smile. Any other time, you’d have killed to be in this position. Bent over, Arthur’s warm body pressed to yours, his grip pulling you tighter into him. His jacket stank of his distinct smell; horse, wood, tobacco, gunpowder. You breathed in deeply, flooding your brain with the scent, trying to block out the stinging sensation. As you did, you slipped back slightly in the leather saddle, causing Arthur’s hand to squeeze your hip.

—----

Arthur was desperate to pull you back up, press you into his chest, whisper into your ear how you were safe now, how he’d never let anything happen to you again. He tried not to let his gaze shift downwards from the path ahead, but failed; he could see the blood starting to seep through the fibres of the jacket, forming an angry pattern. He reassured himself that you seemed okay, carefully watching your breathing; slow, but steady. There was a slight moment of panic as you slipped back towards him, and he felt guilty for how hard he’d pressed his fingers into your side, but you hadn’t objected. He tried to ignore the friction at the front of his trousers, internally cursing his body for even daring to think about you in that way, especially right now.

—---

After a while, you finally spoke.

“Hey, Arthur?”

The man didn’t respond at first, so you wiggled your hip under his hand, trying to shake him from his thoughts. “Arthur!” you said again, more firmly.

Arthur shook his head as if to loosen some idea from his brain. “Sorry darlin’, just.... just focusin’ on getting ya home.”

Home. The word sounded strange, but appropriate. Right now your head was not full of thoughts of fleeing, a near constant state for the last few years it had seemed. Instead, you were genuinely looking forward to strolling back into camp, seeing the now familiar faces, even okay with the idea of once again being fussed over. You could already imagine being sat round the fire, listening no doubt to Sean try to tell a story of his daring rescue attempt that never happened. Perhaps you’d even be sat on Arthur’s lap, listening to his deep voice reverberate through your body as he mocked Sean’s pitiful attempt at sounding heroic.

“Arthur… thank you.” You turned to look at him as best you could, moving one hand to his on your hip, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You were expecting a smile, but his face seemed impassive.

“No, really Arthur, thank you. You risked your life for me, could’ve easily got shot. If you hadn’t have got there so fast…” your voice tailed off, trying not to consider the various possible outcomes.

“S’okay darlin. Weren’t going to let you suffer a moment longer than I had to.” He smiled down at you, though the corners of his eyes betrayed a sadness that didn’t match. He looked up, staring at the path ahead, before muttering something you didn’t quite catch.

“Not this time.”

A loud bang suddenly reverberated through the scenery, causing the horse to skitter. Arthur swore as he slid off the side of the saddle, dragging you down with him. You hit the floor with a painful thud, cursing the horse.

“Ah christ, bloody animal.” As you went to lift yourself off Arthur, you realised your hand felt wet; the damn horse must have landed you in a puddle. It was only when you levered yourself upwards, turning to face the poor man beneath you, that you saw the red leaking from his leg.

“Shit!” you desperately pressed your hand to the wound, already moving to pull the bandana from his neck. “Stay with me, Arthur, please” you begged, quickly tying the scrap of cloth around his leg.

“You gotta run darlin’. And don’t look back”.

—----

The smoke was still leaking from the barrel as the tall dark shape lowered the rifle. He neatly jumped down from the rock and started strolling up the road, the leather loop at his side swaying in time with his strides.

#arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fic #rdr2 fic #sorrynotsorry

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day Nineteen Dress Up/Knife Play

You're too cute to not dress up!

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Dress Up, Knife Play, Non-Con

“C’mon… Give me a little spin.”

You bit your quivering lip as you eyed the knife in his hand. He waved it around casually, taping his thumb against the handle of the blade. You shuffle in an awkward circle, stiff and paranoid, never allowing your eyes to leave that knife he so carelessly turned in his hand. He sucked on his teeth, annoyed.

“You can do better than that. Be cute, sexy, even!” There was tension in his body that wasn’t there before.

Terror gave you tunnel vision. You swallowed the saliva that rapidly built in your mouth. You balanced on a trembling leg and spun on your heel. You gulp down a sob that rose from your chest.

“Hmm…” Your breath caught in your throat.

The tip of the blade ghosted over your clothed calf. Not enough to cut… but it could leave a mark. He’s leaning forward, humming to himself as though deep in thought. He settles back into your couch.

“Take it off and put this on.”

You nearly drop the dress that was thrown at you, stunned. It wasn’t yours- definitely wasn’t yours! Did- Did he bring this…? You hesitated. He grabs your leg and digs the knife into your leg. Only just enough to break skin, for you to feel it. You fight the urge to fight back.

“If you like, I’ll gladly cut it off. Do you want that? Are you into some kinky shit or-?” You shake your head, eyes wide and nearly bulging out of your head.

You waste no time in taking your clothes off. As you’re about to rip your shirt off you’re stopped.

“No, no. Slow it down. What’s the rush, huh?” It wasn’t a request. That blade is waved around again. There, here, there again… With your entire body shaking, you do as he demanded.

S-Slow… Air caught in your throat as you slipped your shirt over your head. Your hands were shaking so bad you nearly couldn’t unbutton and unzip your pants. You had no choice but to manage. They pool at your feet, along with your shirt. You step out of them and stare at his feet, face and eyes burning and throat tightening every time you try to swallow.

He was silent for a moment. Looking at you. Judging you. After a few more seconds-

“Well?”

You sniffle and choke on your own saliva. The dress goes over your head. Soft… like silk? It’s short. You hate it. You feel more naked now than you did without your clothing. He liked what he saw. You were told to give a little spin. You had to comply. Again. You do. Turn around. You freeze. Heart skipping a beat, you shuffle until your back faces him.

Is this it? You were terrified yet your breathing slowed. It’s not quite serenity but maybe something close. Maybe acceptance? You can’t see, but you know he’s raised to his feet. Your heart drowns out any sound. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. In your peripheral vision you see that blade shine. It’s dragged up your arm and stops just short of the strap of the dress.

“Such a cute thing… I think it would look better around your ankles…”

The blade lifts the strap and slices through the fabric with ease. You can only swallow as a hand runs over the mark that runs up the length of your arm.

This is it.

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#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day nineteen #dress up #knife play #tw noncon

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cryalgar · 9 months

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My r/writingprompts response to:

[WP] There's suddenly a tear in the fabric of reality. A hand stretches through and gives your kitty a pat on the head, then retreats through the hole again. The tear closes. The cat realizes you saw everything.

(If you like my writing, follow me here and on my reddit u/Superpuft)

In a quaint little apartment nestled on the top floor of an old building, Mia lived happily with her beloved cat, Whiskers. Each day, they reveled in the simple joys of life, and Mia found solace in Whiskers’ comforting presence.

One afternoon, as the sun bathed the room in warm hues, a peculiar event unfolded. Without warning, a shimmering tear appeared in the air, like a rip in the fabric of reality itself. Through the opening, a mysterious hand reached in, its touch gentle as it patted Whiskers’ head with tender affection.

Startled, Mia watched in awe as the hand withdrew and the tear sealed shut, as if nothing had happened. Whiskers, her usually composed feline friend, was equally bewildered, gazing at Mia with wide, knowing eyes.

Whiskers gaze broke, along with his normal feline silence.

“I guess the jig is up then.” He mewed casually while closing his eyes and licking his paw to wash his face.

Mia’s face shifted from awe to shock. Whiskers spoke! Mia stuttered out the questions forming in her head to her feline friend.

“What was..how do..floating hand…talk?” Her thoughts had obviously collided during exit.

The fluffy kitty took his time to acknowledge Mia, continuing his grooming. He throughly licked his paw and vigorously washed his face. When he was finished he tossed his head side to side, seemingly showing off to the sidelined Mia, how wonderfully his mane flowed.

“I didn’t mean for you two to meet yet, but I guess I’ll have to introduce you sooner or later.” Whiskers side eyed her with what was supposed to be a gentle grin, but coming from a cat made it look mischievous.

“Huh..!?” is all that Mia could say.

Whiskers turned to where the tear in reality first opened, reached out, stuck out a single claw, & opened it once more like you would a simple zipper. The feline nimbly jumped into the opening in space with no hesitation, leaving a confused & hesitating Mia. After a moment’s pause, a paw pops out and waves to Mia to come along. The girl seems glued down, but a sudden vacuum like force jolts her straight through the tear in space!

As Mia tumbled through the tear in space, her senses were engulfed in a whirlwind of colors and sensations. When she finally landed on the other side, she found herself in a realm both familiar & strange- a giant pastel colored version of someone’s apartment. Everything was larger than life, but the soft hues of pastel pink, blue, and mint adorned every surface, creating an ethereal and dreamlike ambiance. Whiskers sat gracefully nearby, his fluffy mane now even more resplendent against the enchanting backdrop. As Mia took in the magical sight, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and belonging in this extraordinary world.

“What is all this!?” Mia exclaimed.

Whiskers turned to Mia and explained,

“You know how in some neighborhoods, there’s cats who wander around and hangs out in different homes? Well, I’m that. I just hang out in much larger neighborhoods.”

“This isn’t a different neighborhood Whiskers! This is a whole different world!” Mia yelled, her voice echoing into the enormous surroundings around them.

As her voice trailed off, a loud crinkle was heard by Mia. She turned her head to see a giant bipedal creature shuffling on a pastel leather couch to look their way. The creatures mouth was a simple frowning line and it’s eyes were simple black dots. When their gazes connected, the creatures smile turned upward and it raised a hand in greetings,

“Oh, you brought a friend Mittens? Sup?”

Mia stared daggers into Whiskers and whispered/yelled,

“Mittens!?”

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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A Rip in the Multiverse

A/N: This takes place late in this series of one-shots. AFTER the wedding which I have yet to write.

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired.

TAG LIST NOTES: I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, mentions: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Katy Chen, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: violence, fighting ,swears, angsty??

Summary: It started out as a casual day, and Stephen Strange and Peter Parker went and ruined everything.

WC: 3,170

This was not supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be a casual day in the city. You were back in New York for a quick work trip. You were settling some business for Stark Industries, picked up your new suit, just in case of a fight, and, more importantly, you were hanging out in the city with Katy and Shangqi. Every single time you guys came to New York, you never went to just have fun in the city, so now you were going to.

You had just finished a late meeting. It was dark out now, and you were on your way to meet Shangqi and Katy for dinner, which you were late to, of course. They had already left a video message on how they had to start without you because they were starving, and they showed how they ordered drinks and appetizers for the table while begging for you to show up. It put a smile on your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you thought about what waited for you at the restaurant.

While you were sitting in traffic, you leaned against the window and sang along to your music. Nothing else mattered unless it was the car in front of you moving, and right now, nothing was moving. Groaning, you banged your head on the steering wheel before sitting up and sighing. Everything came to a standstill, and upon peering through your windshield, you realized that traffic was not moving for miles ahead of you, and there were strange colors in the sky. In fact, it almost looked like the sky was being ripped apart.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered and dug around your glove compartment. Grabbing an earpiece, you put it in your right ear. “Wednesday? What’s going on.”

“I’ve detected anomalies in the fabric of space and time,” she explained.

You nodded, “Is this a Doctor Strange thing?”

“Boss, it seems like this is going to be an everyone problem. I’m detecting lifeforms entering through the ripples in the sky. I can’t get in contact with Doctor Strange.”

“Shit,” you swore under you breath. “Fuck it. You know what? I’ll say it. Avengers Assemble.”

There was a pause, “Does that mean you’d like me to contact everyone?”

“Yes, Wednesday, get every single person here! Contact Wong, see if he can make portals. Do anything and everything we can. Geez, Steve says Assemble and you go on autopilot but when I do it you hesitate? The nerve.”

“Boss, you’ve overused the term and have said it just to get ice cream. I had to ask.”

“Rude,” you muttered. “Contact Shangqi and Katy — shit, they must know what’s happening. Tell them I’m on the way.”

You shed your jacket and tossed it in the backseat. After rolling up the sleeve of your blouse, you looked down at the watch you had clearly stolen from your father and worked on tirelessly to fit your needs. You tapped the face of the watch three times and sat still as a suit of nanotechnology enveloped you. It wasn’t an Iron Man suit, not by a long-shot, but it was your old suit with a bit of a design upgrade.

Exiting the car, you shut the door, locked it behind you, then took a deep breath. As you were about to leap into action, you nodded to yourself and ran into the nearest corner store and grabbed a protein bar. You went to pay, realized you had no cash on you in this suit, had to run back to your car to get cash, run back into the store, pay, inhale the bar, and then leap towards the chaos.

Finally someone was able to relay some information to you. Karen was able to send a message from Peter to Wednesday who was able to tell you a brief version of what was going on. In short, Stephen Strange and Peter Parker had fucked up.

You met up with Shangqi and Katy by landing with a mighty thud behind them. Shangqi had his rings, and Katy was equipped with a bow and arrow set she had looted from a nearby sporting goods store. You looked to the two of them and exhaled deeply.

“Wow, you look fucking hot,” Katy blurted out. “You should honestly go back to being a full-time Avenger because. God, wow, what a look.”

“I agree. Please, please wear that more often,” Shangqi nodded as he stared hard at you.

“Thanks, guys,” you laughed. “Well, welcome to the shit show,” you exhaled slowly and looked around quickly. “Katy, you’re not going to be good here.”

“Hey! I’m plenty capable and — “

“I’d never mean it that way,” you said quickly as you looked around. “You need a vantage point. You’ve only got a set amount of arrows, too. Okay. Here,” you opened your palm and gave them each an earpiece. “It’s already set to the channel we need, it’s 3, always 3. Katy, I want you up in that building, that window, right there,” you pointed. “Can you do that?”

Katy nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I can do that.”

“Good. We’re going to get you there. When we do, you’ll stay there. Give us aerial support. Clint’s in town taking care of some shit so he’ll be here too. I’m sending him to you.”

Katy nodded quickly, “Tell him to bring extra arrows.”

“Oh, he never remembers that. Okay. Shangqi, ready?”

He nodded, “Let’s go.”

You and Shangqi fought to get Katy to her designated location. He was using his rings far more than usual, just because these were giant aliens with armor and guns he’d never seen before in his life. You were using your powers to blast holes into their bodies, disintegrate their weapons, or knock them back. Katy was shooting off her arrows as well, and each time an enemy fell, she scooped up her arrow and tucked it into her, also stolen, quiver.

You reached the building. Katy held onto your shoulders as you launched into the air. You both went tumbling through the glass window of the building. Dusting yourselves off, you looked each other over to make sure the other was okay. When she was all set up, you leapt back out the window and landed next to Shangqi who was looking ahead of you.

The world was splitting. The multiverse was exploding all around you. Chitauri aliens you had defeated in 2012 were suddenly energy through ripples in the fabric of time, along with various other monsters and other people you’ve never seen before or you’d already defeated.

You looked to your left and saw Shangqi using the back of his hand to wipe the blood dripping down his brow. He looked to you after seeing the horde ahead of the both of you.

“Ready?” He asked you as the rings glowed on his arms.

You nodded quickly, “We don’t separate. We move forward, but we’re not letting them get past this point.”

He nodded back just as quickly, “And I’ve got a Snickers bar somewhere in my pocket if you need your energy back.”

You snorted at him, “Gee, thank you.”

“What? I can’t have you fainting on me at a time like this.”

Rolling your eyes, they began to glow a beautiful, bright golden color as you raised your hands ahead of you. “I appreciate the honesty.”

The two of you charged. Shangqi launched himself into the air while you sent your hands forward, your powers knocking down dozens upon dozens of aliens, if they didn’t turn to dust or drop dead from your powers. When Shangqi landed, he used the rings as whips extending from both of his arms to knock them back. The two of you were creating a pathway to connect with the rest of your team as they entered the fray, all while trying to get this under control.

Exhausted, you slumped against a lamp pole as Shangqi skidded to a stop next to you. He took a deep breath and reached out to hold your hand, muttering that you two were almost there. Just as he said it, four massive Chitauri dripped from the sky and landed in front of you, guns ready to blast you both to smithereens. Both of you held your hands out, prepared to stop whatever came at you, but nothing ever did.

You heard a familiar whir that made your heart stop. You gasped when you heard the noise, and when you saw a red and gold suit drop in front of you, you thought you were dead. Arms reached out to cover the both of you, and rockets launched from the back of the suit. When they were dead, you all stood up, and you stared at this Iron Man suit wondering who had the nerve to steal something that belonged to your father.

Whoever was in the suit was staring at you. They barely looked at Shangqi when asking if they were all right, but when looking to you, this person froze and stared at you for a moment.

You heard the mask open up and you stared into the face of your father. His eyes were red and overflowing with tears as he stared at you in shock.

“You’re alive,” he croaked.

You couldn’t believe it. Your dad was standing in front of you. Tony Stark, flesh and blood in his suit like so many times before. His breathing was heavy as he stared at you, and you felt like your legs were turning into jelly. It was hard to stand, but thankfully you were already leaning on the pole. You felt like you could faint at any moment. You were frozen in place as Tony’s hand reached towards you, the thumb of his suit running down your cheek.

“You’re alive,” he laughed in disbelief. “You’re alive. You’re alive! You’re alive!”

All you saw was a blur before you felt yourself be lifted in the air. You glanced back and noticed his suit was totally open and he was no longer in it. Glancing down, you realized Tony had lifted you in the air and was hugging you.

“My darling little girl,” Tony muttered into your hair as he hugged you. He sucked in a deep breath as his hand cradled the back of your head, “God, I missed you.”

You were speechless. Your dad was holding you again, something you had craved for so long and never thought you’d experience ever again. A cry escaped you as you finally lifted your arms to return the hug, a gesture that made Tony silently cry into your neck. But as you were hugging him, something was running through your mind on repeat.

You’re alive.

“What, what do you mean I’m alive?” you asked quietly.

Tony pulled away from you, unsure of what to say. He avoided your question and looked to Shangqi. He suddenly straightened up, his body on high alert as he studied him. “What are you doing with Kid Mandarin, here?”

“My husband?” You asked, sniffling and wiping your tears, “We’re kind of killing aliens.”

“Husband?” Tony was in disbelief. “What happened to Steve?”

“Oh, here we go,” Shangqi muttered under his breath.

“Long story — Why did you call him Kid Mandarin?”

Tony stared at you like you were insane, “He’s the leader of the Ten Rings. You know this, right?”

“Not here he isn’t…” you trailed off.

“Honey,” Shangqi said quietly, “You did say it was the multiverse. I mean, he’s….well, he’s not your Tony. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You did. You did. You knew it. But you didn’t want to believe it. You just nodded your head, stood tall and looked at your father.

“There’s a lot going on right now, but we can’t focus on us, as much as I want to. Get in your suit. We’re trying to get to the statue of liberty.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile at how you were taking charge, “Okay, cupcake. I clocked Legolas and Kid Mandarin’s sidekick, Mini Nectarine a few blocks back.”

“Jesus, that’s not even funny that’s lazy fruit naming.”

“Anyway, I can give them a lift. We’ll do a loop around, meet everyone there.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Be careful, please.”

“You too,” he nodded and stepped back into his suit. Before taking off, he locked eyes with Shangqi, “No funny business, Tangerine.”

Shangqi pursed his lips as your father took off, “So that happened.”

“I genuinely cannot even begin to address that right now,” you said.

“Yeah, I figured.”

“I need that Snickers bar right now, please.”

Shangqi nodded and handed you the candy bar. He stood beside you as you ripped it out of the wrapping and ate it in three bites. When you were ready, he nodded, and the two of you took off once again to your destination.

On your way there you came across a mammoth of a monster. It was double the size of the Hulk and looked intimidating beyond belief, but you, you were impatient and wanted nothing more than to get to the bottom of this.

Glaring at this creature, you raised your hand and did a move you had only done to Steve once before, but it was so much harder to do this time around. Your outstretched hand clenched into a fist and you patiently stood there, glaring at this creature as you made its heart stop beating and watched the light fade from its eyes. He collapsed in a heap on the ground, blood seeping from all of his orifices while Shangqi stared at you. He frowned seeing a hint of blood drip from your nose.

“You can’t do anymore right now,” He said quickly. “That was too much for you. Calm down.”

“We gotta get to the statute,” you said quickly. “At least it looks like they’ve stopped coming in. Come on, we have to do this.”

“Fine, but we’re stealing a boat —“

“I can do it,” you said quickly.

You two reached the dock and looked in the distance at the statute. You looked to Shangqi who nodded to you and held on to your shoulder and forearm. Crouching down, you launched yourself into the air. Three times your feet barely skimmed the water before you launched off again. On your final landing, you just barely made it to the edge of the park. You collapsed on the ground with your nose bleeding, and Shangqi quickly crouched down to you.

“So stubborn. I told you we had to steal a boat,” he sighed as he helped you to sit up.

You shrugged, “I’m impatient.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m aware,” he muttered and looked around. “Okay. Easy, babe. I’ve got you.”

You both finally reached the welcome wagon. Bucky, Steve, and Sam were staring at a man on fire who suddenly was no longer on fire and looked alarmingly just like Steve. Peter was flanked by not one, but two other Spider-Man’s and what looked to be a girl in a spider suit that was white and pink and black with turquoise. You were so confused. There was a man built like an orange stack of rocks, a beautiful blonde woman, and another brunette man with streaks of grey on his temples.

Then there was the Black woman with stunning white hair, a man in a wheelchair, another with claws coming out of his hands, and what looked like a giant blue beast.

Then you saw her. Natasha Romanoff stood among everyone, and you knew immediately this wasn’t your Natasha. Her hair was short like you remembered, but it was back to being red. Her armor was unlike anything you’d seen her wear before. It looked apocalyptic. She looked tired. There was a sadness to her eyes that you’d never seen before.

Everything was so, so quiet, until you heard the whir of your father’s suit. Then suddenly, a gasp.

“Natasha?” Clint breathed when he stepped away from Tony and saw her.

Natasha turned her head. She looked to Clint and smiled softly, “Hey, stranger.”

It was rare to see Clint emotional. He was always so stoic. But that man collapsed to his knees right where he stood, sobs prompting his body to shake as he fell to the ground. Natasha holstered her weapons and quickly made her way over to Clint. He shook his head in disbelief, repeating over and over again that she wasn’t real.

Natasha rested her hand on his shoulder which prompted him to look up at her. When she touched his cheek, he reached out to touch hers. His thumb caressed her cheek, her lips, then he pulled away as he sobbed and Natasha wrapped her arms around him to hold him tightly to her.

Katy made her way over to the two of you. You were now leaning against Shangqi, who hugged Katy tightly and muttered that he was glad she was okay. Your attention was elsewhere, and Katy understood why. She said nothing as she watched you.

You were staring at your father. Tony looked around at this group of people, most of which felt like they were seeing yet another ghost. Tony’s head stopped as he spotted Steve. Quickly rushing over, he pulled Steve in for a hug that surprised everyone around.

“It’s good to see you, Cap,” Tony said. “I’ve missed my friend.”

Steve stuttered as he returned the hug, “I—yeah, Tony. It’s good to see you too.”

Tony pulled away and kept a hand on his shoulder, “Now, where’s my little girl?”

Steve glanced at Bucky and Sam who reached bowed their heads and took one step away from that shit show. Steve pointed across the way to you. Tony turned around and started to walk towards you. He left his suit behind as he stood in front of you, hands on your shoulders as he gave you a long, thoughtful look.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Tony said softly. “I should’ve told you this before, and I never got the chance. You, Y/N, you are my first greatest creation.”

And just like that, you shook the park that the Statue of Liberty was on so violently that the torch fell clean off of her. Tony pursed his lips and studied you. Since you had seen him, you were sad. Your eyes were full of tears, and you stared at him like you’d never seen him before.

After a moment, it clicked for him. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself, “I’m the one that died here, aren’t I?”

Tears fell as you nodded quickly, unable to form any words at the moment.

“That’s how it should’ve been,” He nodded and pulled you in for a tight hug.

That phrase from earlier, you’re alive, kept replaying in your head. Sniffling, you clutched onto him tightly as your eyes darted back and forth as you processed this.

“Wait,” you said. “I—I’m the one that died?”

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HEADCANON + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || relationship things

request: Can you do sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for Fushiguro

note: hello love! i wouldn’t mind doing some hcs for our little shy bean! tbh, i am not going to lie, this did not take me long to thing lmao - this is my first nsfw work on this blog tho! so this was definitely fun.

pronouns: them/they

note: aged-up!fushiguro! x reader, nsfw content below - please skip if you’re uncomfortable

other than that, enjoy~

sfw

if you two ever share a home together, i feel like he’s the kind of guy who would string fairy lights around your home because it’s cozy to him?

definitely have dog themed couple items - matching dog themed slippers, mugs, even decorative plates if you allow him to

bet you they are both modelled after his shikigami dogs - since they were the first shikigami to submit to him. so they always hold a special place in his heart

i feel like even though he trains hard, he still likes to keep his hands in good condition. so there is tubes of hand lotion scattered everywhere, at the most random of places by the way

speaking to that - you two might have manicure weekends at home; where he’d spend some time just trimming and caring for his hands and fingernails. he’d do yours if you ask him to

sometimes he’d come home dead tired and just collapses on you wordlessly - wrapping his arms around you tightly whilst burying his face into your neck

would sigh in content when you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, just running your fingers through his hair gently and tracing your fingers down the back of his neck

if you try to ask him about work, he’d either tell you everything in detail or nothing at all - there is no in between

most times it’s just him grumbling about gojo and yuji, who he’d once said they both ‘shave so many years off my life just by breathing’

when he’s away on missions, he’ll call you just so you two can go about your day. no words are needed, but he just wants to hear you go about your day. it calms him down, and reminds himself that you’re going to be there for him

weekend visits to his sister - who survived the Shibuya incident and is now recovering slowly under the care of Ieiri (this is not canon by the way - in the manga we still have no idea how things are gonna turn out for her after the whole Geto thing)

having random members of the zen’in clan coming to your shared home asking if you’d talk to them about trying to convince fushiguro to become a zen’in

if fushiguro is home at the time, he’d send his devine dog on them; listening to their terrified screams with a pleased smile as they ran away from your home

“that’s not really nice, gumi.”

“yeah, yeah - wanna go grab some bingsu?”

honey, you are set for life by the way - mans can cook a bomb ass meal. and from what we know, learns quick too. so if you want to try something new, just give him a few minutes to google and watch a tutorial on it and i bet your ass he can recreate it down to a t

feel like he gives the best massages - don’t tell me otherwise. his hands are definitely made for more then just battles

enjoys it when you would whisper sweet nothings to him after a long week of work - getting more and more cuddly the longer you shower him in praises

he’s more talkative around you compared to others, more willing to share his emotions and how he’s feeling - even though sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words

he lets you wear his clothes - shirts, sweaters, hoodies, sweats. you name it, he’d just gives it to you. finds it cute how you’re drowned in the fabric

enjoys blow drying your hair; idk, i just see him with a peaceful expression on his face, carefully blow drying your hair for you after a warm shower together

would give you actual advice on your outfit - i feel like he’s the one who helps yuji and nobara put together their outfits together whenever they go out of town

nothing is out of place in your home - there is always a compartment for it, or a space on the shelf, or in a drawer

cooking dates together - if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you. if you can cook, you two will try something new together

feel like he’s a dark chocolate fanatic - so you guys will always have a shit ton of chocolate in your home

on some days you’ll come home and just have nue stretched out over your living room, your boyfriend just watching the tv before him whilst petting the owl-like shikigami like it’s a domesticated cat

“oh, hey babe.” he’d greet with a casual nod at you whilst you stand in the hallway, blinking in confusion

idk, i feel like you two have a chilled but lowkey chaotic relationship - since he is friends with gojo, yuji and nobara. but it’s still really loving, with more physical instead of verbal shows of affection. you’ll be treated like a queen/king, and as long as megumi has it, he will make sure you know how much he loves you, even if he’s not by your side due to work

nsfw

okay, i get he’s all innocent and is dense in everything else besides jujutsu - but you have to remember this dude’s dad is fushiguro fucking togi

don’t tell me this man is kink-less - there is no fucking way

i mean yeah, when you two first get down and dirty together, i feel like he’s all awkward and unsure at first, since he didn’t want to hurt you

but i get this vibe that he knows exactly what he wants - but let’s remember he’s still a shy bean that refuses to do anything with you until he is 100% comfortable

stress sex happens often - i can bet you that this man will probably come home with a dark look on his face, push you onto the nearest flat surface and just grinds against your ass

people keep saying that he’s a boobs man - and i can see that. doubt he really gives a shit about the size, he just enjoys how he can play with your nipples and have you squirm underneath him

he enjoys tugging your hair - there is just something about wrapping your soft strands between his fingers whilst he fucks you hard; hearing your voice loud and clear

feel like he’s a doggy man; enjoys running his large hand down your back and gripping the back of your neck. how he can shove your face into the mattress whilst fucking you silly from the back

lowkey has a dumbification kink - enjoys whenever you fucked so good by him that you’re basically drooling and babbling absolute nonsense at him

enjoys leaving hickeys on places you’d never notice at first - on your back, back of your hip, small of your back, shoulder blades. he enjoys you coming up to him with a blush on your face and smacking his shoulder, whining to him that nobara and maki saw the hickeys he left all over to you

bruises on your hips are also a common thing too - he’s hands are so strong and rough that sometimes he just forgets that your skin is delicate and you can bruise easily. he’ll apologise, then add new ones on top of the old ones

enjoys choking you as well - loves to feel your racing pulse under his fingertips and how you tighten around him whenever he tightens his old around you more

dacryphilia - definitely feels a thrill go through him when you’d look up at him with tear soaked lashes and stained cheeks. makes him take you harder

doesn’t always enjoy a blowjob - idk why, i feel like he’s more into giving that receiving. goes with his dacryphilia kink too - will stay with his head between your thighs until you’re crying and shaking whilst you try to push him away

definitely enjoys pinning you down, either with his hands or with ropes and handcuffs, but he’s not interested in the entire bdsm thing

enjoys buying you lacy lingerie, regardless of what gender you are, and just have you put them on to show him; only to then rip it off of you as he pins you down on the sofa

he’s somewhat of a soft dom, he wants to protect you and always make sure you’re going to be enjoying yourself. but he’s not above using your body for his own pleasure

he’s not a loud man - a loud grunt from time to time, low groans and growls. but he’s not loud in bed. but enjoys it when you’re loud

man loves the aftercare process - cleans you up gently with a towel, making sure you’re hydrated, getting you snacks if you’re hungry, rubbing your sore muscles. he views it as intimate and cherishes those moments when you lean on him the most

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