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cheshirebitch · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader

𝔸𝕞 𝕀 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥?

( part two here )

When I walked into the hotel, I wasn’t expecting to see Charlie mid conversation with an overlord. Well, an overlord that wasn’t Alastor. My loyalties lay with only Alastor, so seeing Vox of all people in the hotel was enough to make my skin crawl with a sense of something bad about to happen. Scanning the room, I could see Husk looking at me with the same look. Pure fear of what was about to go down. My fingers twitched at my side as I slowly approached the conversation going on between them despite Husk’s look telling me not to.

“Like I said here Princess, very fine hotel you have here.” Vox smoothly spoke. The TV eyes slid across the screen over to me. They practically popped off the screen when he saw me watching him from behind Charlie. Charlie stopped mid sentence and turned to see Vox was gawking at me. I smoothed my pantsuit out with ease and elegance, after all I was representing myself and Alastor here. My eyes narrowed towards Vox as I watched him.

“Vox.” My voice was stern and authoritative, despite the fact I was worried what Alastor would do knowing I just addressed his enemy. Vox was taken aback at how I actually spoke to him and didn’t remain silent like always.

“And here I thought you didn’t speak.” Vox smiles widely and it makes my eye twitch. I took a sharp breath in, looked him up and down, and then smiled wickedly.

“Well yes, I tend to save conversation with worthy and powerful people.” I fixed the cuffs on my shirt before smoothly sliding my eyes back to make eye contact with a slightly fuming TV screen. “After all, that does explain why our conversations are almost nonexistent.” Charlie looked bewildered on how I spoke to someone like Vox like that. I was no overlord, nowhere close to it really. Everyone assumes I am Alastor’s ally, but really I sold my soul to him a while ago.

Vox fumed and slipped on his composure enough for me to see right through his bullshit. He was here to replace Alastor in this hotel business, not that Charlie was dumb enough to accept any offer Vox had. I smiled wider seeing how easily I got under Vox’s wires. When I fixed my cuffs on my shirt though, I saw how Angel Dust was looking nervous at Vox’s presence.

I have been figuring out a way to get Angel out of his soul contract with Valentino but I haven’t yet ironed out all the details. If I was smart, I wouldn’t meddle in someone else’s contract when I have myself on a chain too. The thing is though, I’m already in hell so what is really the harm here? Fuck it.

“Vox?” I said sweetly. It caught everyone’s attention in the room. Angel was on the verge of having a heart attack for how worried he was, Charlie was wondering what exactly was about to happen, Vaggie was trying to also put together what was going on, and Husk was staring at me with eyes pleading I don’t say anything to get myself on a tighter leash with Alastor. After all, I was his favorite and maybe I didn’t mind being on a leash, as long as he was the one holding it.

“What?” Vox’s irritation was obvious but I was about to peak his interest enough to forget all about it.

“If you’re here for business purposes only, I might have something to offer a sinner like you.” My face was serious and professional. Alastor was sure to rip me a new one when he hears about this. Vox stared at me for a moment, then he walked quickly over to me. I waited patiently and slightly nervously.

Vox leaned down and whispered in a way to intimidate me, but only one man could visibly scare me and Alastor wasn’t back yet. The smile on my face grew. I was in deep shit. “Are you trying to strike a deal with me?” His screen looked like it was about to overheat with how infatuated he was over this. My mouth opened to speak but Alastor pushed the door open to the hotel.

“Alastor!” Charlie spoke loudly in hopes it would straighten Vox and I out but it was far too late for that. Alastor was already staring directly at me with disapproving eyes, pure fury burning behind them. I couldn’t read which one he was mad at, Vox or me. Seeing him though was enough for me to shiver at the intensity of his seething eyes. I quickly whispered with a hand out, already knowing I was doomed to be killed later, “Angel Dust will be freed from his contract completely in exchange of information on how someone important to you will be in danger soon.” My power was to see the future and past with a touch. Vox looked taken aback before he realized I was alluding to a potential life threat to someone who would mean the world to him. He quickly shook my hand in front of Alastor, who was taking quick pissed off steps towards us. Before Alastor could pull Vox away from me, I grabbed his arm and showed him what he needed. An angel will come down and find someone from his life on Earth, brand new to the hell world, and kill them before they could spend a day in hell. Before Vox would even know they were ever in hell. His eyes looked at me before he realized how horrible of a decision he just made.

Angel Dust was freed instantly with his old chains being placed on Vox. They traded places and Vox realized how screwed he really was. That was before Alastor finally reached him and grabbed ahold of him. Charlie started freaking out and so was Vaggie. Alastor’s top lip curled in agitation but his smile remained as always.

“Alastor please, just handle it outside of the hotel.” Charlie begged as Angel was still in shock behind her. Husk was staring at me with pure fear for my well being. My eyes locked with Husk before I looked back at Alastor who was already staring me down. He put down Vox before using his black magical powers to toss Vox, not so gracefully, away from the hotel. Our eyes were locked so intensely, I knew I was doomed. This was it, the final straw. But at least Anthony was free from being Angel Dust forever. He can be fully redeemed. He was still a couple strides away from me, those red eyes turning into sunken in red dots for eyes. It was terrifying.

“(Y/n), a word?” My heart sank. I have to say goodbye as fast as I can before Alastor kills me.

“Anthony, you don’t have to be Angel Dust ever again.” I quickly spoke before Alastor started his quick, long strides towards me. His eyes still remained sunken in with only glowing maroon red dots for eyes. He was beyond pissed at me. Charlie looked thrilled but also entirely worried for my well being.

“Đ₳ⱤⱠł₦₲.” The voice was pure static and not at all relaxing from Alastor. I really fucked up.

“Yes sir, I know.” I nodded my head and walked towards my room in the hotel, the pissed radio demon right behind me.

“Alastor please-”

“₦Ø₮ ₳ ₩ØⱤĐ.” He spoke so clipped I knew not to speak. Just do as he says and walk faster.

By the time we reached my room, I was a shaking mess. My fingers shook so bad, I struggled to open the door to my room. When I finally opened the door, Alastor shoved me in and slammed the door behind us. He completely lost whatever sanity he was holding on to.

“What, was ₮Ⱨ₳₮?” His face was in my face, wild and crazy eyes. I went to explain, but he wasn’t finished yet.

“Why was he here? Do you invite him to my territory to make a deal with him behind my back?” He looked pissed and betrayed. My eyes looked into his. Well, I already have myself set up to die so why not make it worthwhile?

“Oh please!” I rolled my eyes and laughed dryly. “I would never and you know that!” I pointed my finger in his face as I matched his volume. He looked bewildered at the fact I was biting back at him.

“Oh no? Then enlighten me dear, did I not witness you strike a deal with my enemy in front of me?” My jaw clenched before I responded.

“You did. I made a deal to tell him important information for Angel Dust to be freed. I fooled him into thinking it was the most dire information ever and used your presence to force a choice in that moment. In reality it was nothing worth swapping places for Angel!” I had crazy eyes and I knew it. After all, I had to be crazy in order to actually argue back with Alastor, to even be yelling at Alastor. Only someone crazy would do that.

“Wait.” Alastor held a hand over his eyes before leaning, defeated against the door. I didn’t stop though.

“You honestly thought I would betray you?! Alastor! Take a good long look at us! My contract should have been terminated a while ago but I keep renewing it with you! Why the fuck would I want to be on anyone else’s leash?” I knew my anger was getting the best of me. Alastor looked at me, growling out “Darling, stop for a moment.” I got in his face instead.

“Tell me Alastor, how fucking dumb do you think either of us are? Because I think you’re really fucking ditsy to think I would ever choose someone else over you.” He looked at me with that wild smile still before leaning closer to my face and grabbing my shoulders, darkly speaking without the radio static. “I said stop talking, (Y/n).” He made a zipper appear and slide my mouth shut before wiping his hands over his face again, turning away from me. It was silent for a moment. His freshly tailored suit looked vibrant as always. I watched his shoulders tense up and then he released a deep sigh before turning back around with a more composed smile, still anger seeping out.

“There’s a couple things here dear (Y/n). A lot of things.” slowly sauntering towards me, cornering me.

“I’m relieved to know you weren’t trying to betray me…” His eyes opened and he was glaring at me with such anger I thought he was surely going to kill me after this conversation. “But, you did make a deal without informing me. Afterall, I do own you my sweet darling.” dark red chains that were huge links of metal appeared in his grasp and around my throat. He tugged them so I was on my knees and looking up at him, noticing the slight glimmer in his eyes when I looked up at him.

“Do you understand how pissed I was to see someone who will only ever be mine touched- fuck- even close to you like that.” His swearing caught my attention. The way it was so breathy and almost like a whisper had me mentally on my knees now too. “I never want anyone close to you like that ever again. I will kill them and broadcast their screams over my radio show.” I nodded my head before his sharp claw like fingers gently grabbed my face in one hand under my chin. The chain was tightly held in his other hand as he bent down to me.

“Do you understand how angry I was? Seeing some nobody talking to my prized possession like it was an easy feat? Pathetic.” He tugged on my chain again as his sanity finally cracked. He was laughing maniacally now.

“For all I knew, he could have been trying to trick you or trying to hurt you. As if I would ever let him hurt you.” I barely grasped the last sentence, he said it so lightly. Was he saying he…cared for me? Why would be care? He never showed he cared for Husk like this, not even Niffty.

“You belong to me and me only sweetheart. Only I can have you on a chain like this.” He tugged it again. “Only I can make deals with you. You don’t understand how truly dangerous they are darling.” I narrowed my eyes at him. I know how dangerous they are. I mean I’m here willingly on his chain.

“Doll, you’re too precious to me for someone else to obtain. Do you understand?” What? What did he just say? Why was he saying that? I thought I was just another soul he has contracted? My eyes were wide as I nodded once before unzipping my mouth.

“Alastor-” I whimpered out. His eyes darkened and so did his smile.

“Leave me.” The chains disappeared and I was on my feet as he was shoving me out of my own room. Before I could point that out, I was already pushed out. The door slammed shut and I stood there dumbfounded. I spun around in my spot for a moment before I sighed and walked back down to the rest of the group.

(Part two...?)

(Love love LOVE Alastor and Lucifer in this world. By FAR my favorites. Also just kinda making my own rules with the way soul contracts / contracts are. Trying to base most of it accurately but still tweaking a few details :) Charcters and world belongs to the respected owners and the story belongs to me :)! Let me know if yall want more!)

#alastor #radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #x reader #fanfic

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slut4thebroken · 4 months

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Name Your Price

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Robert Fischer x escort!reader

Summary | He has too much money for his own good lol.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, sex work, face fucking, deep throating, doggy, light spanking lol, humiliation, lots a degradation, a sprinkle of praise, our man is needy and whiny.

Words | 3.4 k

Notes | Imagine that gif is him looking at you on your knees heheh

Ao3 link | <3

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Your usual clientele are definitely in a higher tax bracket than most people, but you’ve never been with someone as rich as Robert Fischer. The second he had you literally sign an NDA you looked him up, seeing that he was next in line to take over his father’s business. That’s when it all started to make sense. Usually men pay to take you out, show you off, and then more often than not, fuck you. But Robert made it clear from the start that he wasn’t interested in those services you offer. He just wanted to fuck you, and he wanted to do it discreetly.

He bought a hotel room for the night and paid for your ride here, as well as the clothes he requested you wear. What would’ve normally pissed you off if he were paying the usual price would’ve been how nit picky he was. He told you exactly how to do your hair and make up, where to shave and where not to shave, even down to you fucking perfume— it just had to be something sweet like vanilla. You were glad that all of the details were discussed over the phone because you would’ve rolled your eyes and laughed in his face at all of his demands.

He also told you exactly how to act— submissive, obedient, subservient. You’re not normally that kind of submissive, but, again, you agreed simply because of the money.

Staring at the clock on the nightstand, your foot bounced incessantly as you waited for him. You’ve never been this nervous for a client. He’s paying you so much money… what if you fuck something up? It was almost ironic that your overthinking was putting you into the headspace he requested.

At 8:59, you moved down to the floor and waited on your knees with your head down, like he requested. Your heart pounded in your chest from the anticipation and it took everything you had to keep your head down when you heard the door open.

Even though you’re used to fucking ugly, old men, you prayed Robert would be an exception, but you knew that being hot on top of how much he was paying you would be too good to be true. He sounded decently young on the phone, but you still had no indication on whether or not he’s actually attractive. You heard him walking somewhere in the room, then glass clinking, then a drink being poured.

“Less than a minute in and you’ve already disobeyed me.” He said calmly, making your heart drop. How?? You haven’t even done anything yet! He answered your silent question for you. “Hands behind your back.” You immediately complied, feeling a little dumb for forgetting something so simple. “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight since I’m assuming you’d prefer to leave here with the agreed upon amount?” You weren’t sure if his question was rhetorical or not. He let out a soft sigh and you heard his footsteps before he landed in front of you.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, sir. I do prefer that..” When you saw his hand moving forward you almost moaned at the sight of just his fingers. But your chance to admire them went far too quickly when he placed a single digit under your chin and tilted your head up. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat when you saw his face. You figured there was a small chance he might be attractive, but you didn’t actually think he’d be down right gorgeous. You bit your lip as your gaze trailed all over his face, taking in every inch.

“Did you do everything I instructed?” He released your chin and took a sip of his drink, still staring down at you.

“Yes, sir.” It felt like you were still in shock, just from seeing his face.

“Good. The dress looks nice.” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

“Thank you.”

“Stand up.” You did as he said, then waited for the next instruction. “Give me a spin. I want to see if it was money well spent.” You blushed, but turned around for him. “Slower.” He suddenly said, making you freeze, then continue at a slower pace. He hummed in appreciation and you could practically feel his eyes running over every inch of you. When you were facing him again, you waited, watching as he downed the rest of his drink then walked over to the table to set it down. You didn’t move, not sure if you were allowed to or not, and he sat down in the arm chair, then cleared his throat.

“Show me the underwear.” You slowly lifted the dress until it was resting around your waist, exposing the lacy panties. “Come here.” You walked over and stood in front of him, trying to keep your breathing steady when he gently placed his hands on your thighs and snaked them up to your hips. He used his grip to turn you around, then moved one hand to grope your ass. You let out a surprised moan at the sudden spank and he hummed in approval again.

“Very good.” You had to swallow down a whine when his hands abruptly left your body. “Face me and get on your knees.” His eyes moved up and down your body, taking you in again as you did what he said. “Remove my shoes.” You reached toward his feet, but he stopped you. “Carefully. Just one of those is worth double what I’m paying you.” You nodded and gently untied the laces of his dress shoes before slipping them off his feet and placing them neatly on the ground beside the chair.

“Should I fuck your mouth? Or should I just get right to fucking your cunt.” You were mostly sure he was talking to himself and not actually asking you. He has you for two hours, so he has time for both. He seemed to finally come to a decision and he leaned back in the chair, staring down at you. “Be a good girl and show me how that lipstick looks on my cock.” He suddenly said, making arousal pool in your stomach.

“Yes, sir.” You squeezed your thighs together to relieve a little bit of the ache as you worked on opening his pants. Once his belt was unbuckled and his pants were unzipped, you pulled them and his underwear down just enough to free his length since he didn’t lift up to let you take them fully off. You stroked him slowly, marveling at how big he felt in your hand, even just half hard.

“Did I tell you to give me a hand job?” He asked impatiently.

“N-no, sorry…” You swallowed thickly and leaned closer to start mouthing at the tip. Your hand remained unmoving on the base just to keep it steady. He let out a pleased sigh as you suckled on the head of his cock, being sure to lick up any precum.

“Go on, whore. Let’s see if you’re worth what I’m paying.” You blushed as the crude name and squeezed your thighs together even tighter. Not wanting to make him get even more impatient, you started bobbing up and down his cock, keeping your tongue flat against the underside as you hallowed your cheeks. You moved your hand down to cup his balls as you took him a little deeper. When he let out a heavy breath and gently grabbed your hair, you looked up at him. You continued the same pace, sometimes flicking your tongue over the tip when you went up. After a while though, he huffed and tightened his grip on your hair.

“Are you one of those whores who can’t deepthroat? Because I don’t think I should be paying full price for a shitty blowjob.” You immediately took the hint and went down until he reached the back of your mouth. After taking a deep breath, you pushed the rest of the way, breaching your throat barrier. You focused mostly on stimulating his balls as you stayed buried on his cock for as long as you could take it. Only a few seconds later, you were pulling off, gasping in breaths and trying to calm down to do it all again. You took him in your mouth again, not stopping until he was buried in your throat.

“You can do better than that, whore.” He started moving you up and down his cock, forcing it down your throat with each bob of your head. It wasn’t long before you were choking and sputtering as tears filled your eyes. When he pulled you off, you coughed, but didn’t have a chance to collect yourself before he was pushing your face against his balls. You whimpered at the degrading act, trying to ignore the feeling of his spit soaked cock resting on your face.

When he tightened his grip on your hair and pushed you into him harder, you started mouthing at his balls. You licked and sucked, pushing down the embarrassment to focus on making him feel good. This isn’t the first time you’ve had to do this, but it is the first time you weren’t completely disgusted by it. Robert kept himself well groomed and you found yourself getting even needier despite how dirty and used you felt.

Once he’d had enough, he pulled you back and forced you down on his cock again, all but impaling your throat with how fast and hard he did it. You gagged instantly, but he ignored it and started using your mouth the same way he would a fleshlight. On a particularly harsh thrust, you let out a strangled whimper and the tears in your eyes began to fall.

“Stop fucking whining.” He spat. It almost seemed like he started going faster simply because of how much you were struggling to take it. Your hands grabbed his thighs, digging your fingers into the covered skin, and he used his free hand to slap your cheek. “Hands behind your back.” He scolded and you hesitated, but eventually obeyed. The next time he forced you all the way down, he held you there, keeping a firm grip on your hair to prevent you from moving.

“Stick your tongue out.” You did your best to do what he said. “Good girl. Lick my balls.” You let out a strangled sob at the utterly vulgar and degrading order. Regardless, you stuck your tongue out farther and did your best to lick them. “Look at me.” Your teary eyes fluttered up to meet his gaze and he let out a breathy groan at the sight. “No waterproof mascara, just like I said.” He said almost proudly as he used his free hand to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over what you assumed were mascara tracks.

When you started gagging and sputtering and trying to pull off, he let go of your hair, letting you move back. You coughed lightly and cleared your throat, doing your best to collect yourself somewhat quickly.

“On the bed. Face down, ass up.”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was already hoarse. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling unstable in your too high heels, and walked over to the bed to kneel on it. He remained sitting on the chair, watching you closely. When you leaned down to rest your head and chest on the bed, a light blush tinted your cheeks.

“Arch your back.” You could faintly hear wet noises and the knowledge that he was jerking off just to the sight of you almost had you moaning and squirming. You arched your back, but he still wasn’t satisfied. “More. Spread your legs apart.” You shuffled your knees out and bent your back even more, starting to feel the strain and discomfort. When he didn’t respond, you assumed he was happy with the position.

“Do you always get this wet when you're working?” His tone was far too innocent for the vulgar question he asked. Your blush darkened even more once you realized that your arousal was already soaking the fabric of your underwear.

“No, sir..”

“Speak up.” He snapped.

“No, sir.” You said again, a little louder this time.

“Is it the money that turns you on?” His voice was closer now, like he was standing at the foot of the bed.

“No.” Even though the money definitely helped, it was primarily because of him.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you tell me what it is that’s getting you all worked up then.” With the way that he spoke, you could tell he already knew and just wanted to tease you about it.

“You, sir.”

“Me? What about me?” You hated the way that he was playing dumb like this, but you mostly hated the fact that it turned you on.

“Y-your cock… And the things you do and say to me.” This was almost more humiliating than sucking on his balls with his cock laying heavy on your face. You felt the bed dip as he presumably kneeled behind you.

“You want my cock?”

“Please, sir.” You tried not to whine when you spoke.

“I’m not entirely convinced you really want it.” You couldn't swallow down the whine this time.

“Please, sir. I want your cock.” You begged, unconsciously pushing your hips back. “Please fuck me,” You jumped when you felt his hands on your ass, then moaned loudly when he ripped a hole in the crotch of your underwear. “Please— I need you to fuck me, sir.” You whined.

“That’s better.” You gasped when the head of his cock dragged through your folds, spreading your arousal. He finally pushed in and you fisted the sheets as your lips parted in a silent moan. He’s just so fucking big. It’s not that you can’t take it, it’s just that he’s filling every part of you perfectly, satisfying every craving you have.

“Fuck— Oh fuck,” You moaned, burying your face in the bed to muffle your sounds. Once his hips were flush with your ass, he didn’t bother giving you a chance to adjust before starting a slow pace.

“You’re pretty tight for a whore.” He commented casually, making you sob out a moan. You’ve never particularly liked being called a whore, but for some reason when he says it, you just just get infinitely more turned on. “I half expected I’d need to fuck your ass instead.” He said amusedly.

“Sir,” You gasped out, arching your back more and pushing your hips toward him. “Please.”

“Please?”

“Please go faster, or harder— anything.” You begged pathetically. You’ve never genuinely begged a client for something like this.

“I didn’t know I was paying you to make demands.” You whined, a little too bratty for his liking based on the way he slapped your ass hard enough to leave it stinging for a few seconds. “You’re not some girl I picked up and took home. You’re my whore for the night. Fucking act like it.” You couldn’t help but mewl at his words.

“I-I’m sorry. You just feel so good, sir.” All of a sudden, his hand was grabbing your hair and pulling your head back until you were looking at the ceiling. You held yourself up with your hands on the bed, but the position was still uncomfortable.

“Every time you talk back, you lose a hundred.” He warned, making you whine. “That includes whining.” He spanked you again with his free hand and you cried out at the sting. “Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes, sir, I understand.” As soon as you got the words out, he shoved your head forward and released your hair. Your face landed against the bed with a startled grunt that cut off into a moan when he sped up. He was still going far too slow, but you bit your lip to keep yourself from whining or begging.

“Even as a whore you’re fucking useless.” He scoffed. You let out a choked sob and grabbed the sheets harder. He sped up even more, forcing out little grunts and whimpers from you with each thrust. You ached to reach a hand down to your clit, but you knew you couldn’t. Not after his warning about “making demands.”

“Fuck— I’m already close.” You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his voice sounded as he continued becoming more and more breathless from the pleasure.

“Remember to pull out.” You said, breaking character for a moment. On the phone, when he asked if you had any rules or limits, the only thing you said was that he can’t come inside. You don’t care if he fucks you raw, just so long as he pulls out. With a frustrated growl, he flipped you onto your back, immediately pushing back in to keep fucking you.

“How much?” He leaned over you, his face level with yours. The feeling of his breath fanning your lips was making it hard to think.

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“To come inside. How much?” His pace was becoming even more frantic and he was beginning to pant heavily from the exertion.

“Robert…”

“Name your price. What do you want? Ten grand?” Your eyes widened at his offer. “Fifteen?” There’s no way he’s being serious right now. When he noticed your disbelief, he paused, then reached in his pants pocket to pull out his wallet and toss it on the bed next to you. When your disbelief turned into confusion, he explained. “A down payment.” His thrusts picked back up again, forcing a moan out of you as he resumed the unrelenting pace. “Well?” You glanced at the wallet, seeing how much cash was inside, then let out a heavy breath.

“Fuck— fine. Fine.” You could immediately see the shift in his expression, showing how pleased he was with your answer.

“Good girl. I might just have to hire you again.” He grinned at the thought and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies. “Now why don’t you be a good little whore and beg me to fill you up.” His grin turned into a smirk and he started fucking you even more desperately somehow.

“Please fill me up. I want your come, sir.” You whined, back arching up into him. Despite your rule, part of you was being truthful. The thought of him fucking his come into your needy, abused hole was enough to make you clamp down on his cock, forcing a choked moan out of him. “Please!”

Without another word, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and rutted into you until he finally fell over the edge. He grunted with each snap of his hips, his panting breaths feeling hot against your neck. You squeezed around his cock again, wanting to make it as pleasurable for him as possible. Based on his low moan, it was working.

He finally stilled and his sounds quieted into heavy breathing as he put some of his weight on you, letting himself rest without actually crushing you. Even though you were submissive enough right now to mostly only care about his pleasure, part of you was still disappointed that you wouldn’t get a chance to come on his cock.

When his breathing calmed down, he lifted himself up to sit on his knees and slowly dragged out. He pushed your legs up, so you took the initiative and held them close to your chest for him. At the first sight of his come trickling out of you, he released a contented groan.

“Fuck… Fifteen it is.” He said through a breath. Your holes fluttered as you pushed out more of his come, making him curse under his breath. “Take off the fucking dress before I rip it off and make you go home nude.” He threatened, making you instantly release your legs and scramble to take it off. He ripped your underwear clean off your body, then flipped you onto your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You gasped, when he straddled your thighs and lined his cock up with your hole again.

“I paid for two hours. I’m not stopping until I either run out of time, or run out of come.” You choked on your spit at his words, feeling too flustered to figure out how to respond. Before you could even attempt to just think of something to say, he was pushing back in, ridding your head of all thoughts except for him and his cock.

When you woke up the next day, you saw that he had transferred the original price, plus fifteen thousand. You blinked rapidly and rubbed your eyes, thinking that you read it wrong in your sleepy state, but the number was clear as day. As was the memo reading: You’ll hear from me again soon.

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inbarfink · 7 months

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Part of Fionna’s frustrations with Mundanewold were subconscious longings for her old life of magical adventure, but a lot of her problems tied more into deeply-rooted issues of monotony and a feeling like she can't do anything to change her lot in life and like her actions don’t matter.

And it does seem like Fionna and Friends’ lives have been kinda Stuck in a Rut - especially when you compare the way their lives parallel and diverge from their Mainworld counterparts. Most of the differences are... rather than just different choices diverging into different arcs - it’s the same arc, but the Fionnaworld characters are just stuck behind.

Fionna is still reeling from the breakup with DJ Flame and only met Hunter at the very day our story starts. Marshall Lee has more Unresolved Issues with his mom compared to Marceline and her dad. He and Gumball haven’t even met yet. Not to mention the Mundaneworld-specific problems like Fionna being unable to hold a steady job or Gary eternally spinning his wheels about opening his own bakery.

Fionna thought she wanted a world of magic, but while the added bits of strangeness and whimsy to Fionnaworld by the end of the show are certainly a cool fun bonus (and Cake is surely thankful to have the ability to freely think and speak her mind and stretch) - what Fionna and friends were really missing was a world where their actions matter, where things change, where they are real.

And especially important for Fionna and Cake to admit it, because handling the fact their actions have consequences has been a huge part of both of their character arcs. For Cake it was all about getting used to the fact that her newfound human-like sapience means being measured against human-like morality. For Fionna it's about not comparing everything in her life to video games and thinking through her actions at least a little bit.

Consequences are the thing Fionna and Cake struggled with the most, but it was what they were missing all along.

Now this seems to be, like, an actual metaphysical thing. I mean, the show hasn’t gone super into detail of how Fionnaworld worked but it does seem like Prismo’s stories had an active role in moving the events of the World forwards, possibly using the same event-manipulating-Magic that make sure his Wishes have that Obligatory Ironic Twists?

And once Ice King turned back to Simon, Prismo lost all ability to observe or create stories for Fionnaworld. And what happens to characters of a story once the writer can’t access their external hard-drive anymore? They just sorta get stuck. Moving their own lives forwards without Prismo’s stories is just a lot harder.

And if there is some sort of force in control behind the scenes of Fionnaworld at the start of the series, it’s only Simon’s subconscious - a fact F&C alludes to numerous times

And at the start of the show, how was Simon’s feeling about his own life?

In addition to Simon’s longing and memories for the pre-War world shaping the exact form of Fionna’s nonmagical world, perhaps his feelings of ennui and depression and helplessness have also subtly ‘infected’ this world?

It is perhaps not a coincidence that Marshall Lee and Gary Prince’s storyline only starts moving forwards after Simon embarks on the adventure and starts climbing out of his mental rock bottom. When things seem to move forwards for him as well.

As such, ‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld solves more of Fionna’s problems much more than simply making it as magical as Ooo but keeping it as a tiny hidden bubble in someone's dome. It ensures the World’s inhabitants’ free will and agency and ability to enact change on the status quo with no need for Prismo’s stories or being dependent on the still-kinda-shaky mental health of Simon Petrikov. Thus giving them a world where everything matters and things can always change.

But also there's a psychological element for the Fionnaworld protagonists. You know, the reason why Fionna is stuck in her rut is because she’s too impulsive and careless. Gary is too perfectionist. Marshall never had someone who would stand up to him against his mom.

Fionna’s whole arc in the show is about learning to be more thoughtful and careful and considerate through her Multiverse Adventure. While Gary and Marshall Lee find release from the thing holding them back within Fionnaworld, with each other.

‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld is like... half actively altering their world into a ‘real’ one where change is possible, or at least easier - and half about an affirmation that their world was always real because change is about them outgrowing their personal issues (and also, y’know, about protecting their universe from the spiteful Beetle Cop).

And with how Fionna used to feel ‘trapped’ in the City, with nowhere to go and nothing to do - there is another change in Fionnaworld as a result of ‘canonization’ that feels very notable.

I’m not entirely sure, but from Scarab's dialogue it seems likely that becoming a ‘real’ authorized universe just kinda manifested a whole planet and universe beyond the borders of the small existing Fionnaworld. Although I guess it's also possible that the process of repairing the existing city they found a way to expand it gradually - maybe it doesn’t matter as much as the fact that either way, Fionna’s horizons have been literally expanded.

So you know, if she ever gets that thirst for adventure again... she actually has a Whole New World to travel and explore, it might not have (a lot of) magic but... she already heard Simon's stories of his adventures in a similar low-Magic world. It's a totally viable outlet for her.

What Fionna really needed to find the joy in her life is to be Real - to know that her actions have consequences for ill and for good. Because sometimes an adventure looks like saving a Prince of candy from an evil Ice Witch, or going on a multiverse journey to uncover a cursed Magic Crown… but it can also look like backpacking through Europe or campaigning against your evil landlady.

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also absolutely ruining tomura whilst he's at his desk playing games god I miss s1-s3 him so baaad 😭 please god. sitting on his lap. can u imagine

Smut. 18+. Biting.

You’re not exactly surprised when you’re kidnapped by the League of Villains. As the sister of a prominent hero, you always knew something like this could happen. It’s a threat understood by everyone closely related to heroes. You are surprised, however, by the fact that none of them have mistreated you.

They tied you up in what looks like a bar, and the members take turns “babysitting” you, as they call it (even though you’re a college student). None of them have been particularly rough with you. They let you go to the bathroom when you ask and give you privacy to do your business. They even let you take a shower after a couple of days. It strikes you as ironic that you’ve been groped by at least two different minor heroes, but not one of these villains has touched you inappropriately. Your friend teasingly said you have an “erotic figure”, but that didn’t make it okay for a random sidekick to keep “accidentally” brushing against your chest with his arm. Threatening to tell your sister about it put a stop to that behavior, but you were annoyed that it happened in the first place.

At most, a few of the villains have occasionally stared at your chest from a distance, but they at least have the decency to look away awkwardly when caught. To be honest, it’s almost cute. You do want to go home though, and you keep asking how long they plan to keep you here. “Until we’re done with you,” the one with piercings and tons of scars tells you. On the first day, the only girl in the group drew a vial of your blood. You’re not sure what her deal is, but they obviously have some sort of nefarious scheme in place. Eh, it’s none of your business.

The only member you haven’t been alone with, who has yet to take a turn “babysitting” you, is their apparent leader. The one they call Shigaraki. He spends most of his time in his room, and when he does come out, he seems irritable. None of the members seem to get along all that well, but they don’t seem to hate each other either. Somehow though, they mostly listen to what he has to say.

Tonight all of the members are out doing who knows what, except for Shigaraki, who is in his room with the door shut, and the one they call Dabi, who has been sitting on the couch watching tv. After an hour, he sighs and looks over at you, then stands up and says, “Come on.”

You get up, with some effort since your hands are tied together in front of you, and follow him into the hall. He stops outside Shigaraki’s door, knocks twice, then opens it before an answer comes. He strides into the room, you following somewhat hesitantly.

The room is a mess, though no more messy than any other single 20-something guy’s room. There’s trash here and there in the floor, mostly the packaging from various snacks, and the bed looks like it’s never been made even once. The room is dark, lit only by a television with the sound turned off and two computer monitors on Shigaraki’s desk, where he’s currently sitting.

His chair swivels around to face you and Dabi as you walk in. Behind him, you can see the pause menu of a game. It looks pretty familiar, but you’re not close enough to make out details. “What is it?” he asks, annoyance clear in his voice.

Dabi takes your arm and pulls you further into the room. It’s not a particularly rough action, but not a gentle one either. “It’s your turn to babysit her tonight,” Dabi says to his leader.

Shigaraki’s eyes flick to you, then back to Dabi. “I thought you had her tonight.”

“Yeah, but I have shit to do. You haven’t taken a turn yet. All you’re doing is playing games.”

Shigaraki waves one had in dismissive gesture as he swivels back to face his game and says, “Whatever. Just put her in the corner.”

Dabi points to a somewhat empty corner of the room and says, “Stay there until someone comes to get you.”

You shrug and walk over to the indicated spot, then you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. Dabi leaves, shutting the door behind him, and you’re left alone with the leader of the League of Villains.

For the first thirty minutes or so, Shigaraki completely ignores you. It’s like you’re not even there. But you can hear the sounds from his game, and you realize it’s one you know very well. In fact, you know it so well that, even without seeing the screen, you can tell exactly what boss he’s been trying to beat this whole time just by sound alone. And by the fact that he keeps repeating the fight, he seems to be struggling.

You stand up and edge closer, trying to get a good view so you can see what the problem is. Once you can see the monitor displaying the game, you watch for a few minutes before saying, “You’re not using fire spells?”

The words slipped out before you really thought them through, and Shigaraki spins around to look at you, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Huh?”

You take a few steps closer. “You have to use fire spells. You didn’t know?”

His momentary surprise at the sound of your voice clears away for irritation. “This is a fire monster. Why would I use fire spells against him?”

“Right after he uses his Hellfire attack, he slumps down for a few seconds, right? That’s when he’s weak to fire. If you hit him with fire spells then, they do massive damage.”

Shigaraki stares at you for a moment, then quickly spins back around to retry the fight. He follows your advice this time, spamming fire spells while the monster on screen is slumped down. After just a few rounds, the monster dies, and the battle is won. By reflex, you pat his shoulder with your tied-together hands and say, “You did it!”

When he looks back at you, you freeze. You’re so used to congratulating friends when they get through a tough spot in a game that you just casually did it to him. “Ah, sorry. I’m in a gaming group at my college. We play this game a lot.”

To your relief, he doesn’t seem offended by your actions. “Thanks for the tip,” he says dryly before continuing with his game.

You hover nearby, watching him play. This is the most entertainment you’ve had since you got here. The others don’t watch much television in the bar area, and when they do it’s usually just the news. Shigaraki doesn’t seem to mind you watching. Occasionally he glances back to see if you’re still standing there, and that’s when you realize… this is the first night you’ve seen him without a hand on his face. And actually, he’s pretty cute!

The next few nights, you end up dumped off in his room. He doesn’t complain when one of the other members drags you in there, and he even speaks to you every so often in response to comments you make about the game. On the third night, you pull a lumpy pillow off his bed and use it as a cushion to sit on the floor beside him so you can watch him play. He looks at the pillow as you flop it down but he doesn’t say anything about it. Apparently he doesn’t mind.

By the fifth night, the two of you are actually having brief conversations about the game. He even gave you the controller once so you could show him a cool glitch your friends discovered. After handing him back the controller, he tried the glitch himself, and actually grinned when it worked.

He’s so cute! You’ve made up your mind. You’re going to seduce Shigaraki Tomura. Maybe he’ll let you go if you rock his world. Oh, who are you kidding? You’re just looking for an excuse. You want to fuck this guy.

You put your plan in motion the next day. You insist on a shower, and complain that you have no clean clothes to change into. The other members of the League begin discussing whether or not they should buy you something, with Dabi cruelly suggesting they just grab you some sweatpants and a tshirt at a nearby convenience store.

“Couldn’t I just wear something of Toga’s?” you ask.

Toga perks up. “I don’t mind! She’d probably look really cute in a school uniform!”

There are a few awkward glances at you and slightly pink faces as the guys all seem to be imagining you dressed as a schoolgirl.

“Thanks, Toga!” you say brightly.

You wait to take your shower just before evening, when you know you’ll be taken to Shigaraki’s room. You put on the outfit Toga laid out for you, grinning in the mirror at how tight it is across your chest, the buttons threatening to burst open. The skirt is entirely too short, showing way more of your thighs than you normally display. Your hair is damp, just enough to look sexy. Perfect.

When Toga takes you to Shigaraki’s room, she proudly draws attention to your appearance. “Tadaa! Look how cute she is in my clothes!”

Shigaraki turns in his chair, and his eyes go wide. He stares for a moment, unblinking, not speaking. Then he clears his throat and says, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Toga leaves, and you walk over to his desk. You lean over him, looking at the screen. “What part are you at today?”

He glances up at you, his eyes sliding down to your cleavage and then back up to your face. “Uh… I’m in… the ice cave..” he says, clearly very distracted.

“Oh, I love the ice cave! It’s my favorite dungeon! Do you mind if I play for a just a little while?”

Shigaraki reaches you the controller. “Sure.”

You play for a few minutes while standing beside his chair, then you make your move. You squeeze in between him and the desk and plop down on his lap. “It’s hard to see the screen well if I’m standing up,” you say.

Shigaraki tenses beneath you, and you hear him make a sound similar to a small gasp.

“Oh, sorry, does this bother you?” you ask, twisting around to look at his face. You make sure your ass rubs into his crotch when you do it.

“Uh, no. It’s fine,” he says, staring at the screen, obviously trying hard to pay attention to the game.

“Great,” you say, turning back to the game, “because your lap is way more comfy than your pillow.”

You spend the next few minutes fighting your way through the ice cave, wiggling and moving around in his lap as much as you can without being too obvious about what you’re doing. And just when you feel something hard begin to press against your ass, you give him back the controller.

“Here, I think I’d rather watch you play.”

“Huh?” he asks, as if he forgot you were even playing a game. “Oh, okay.” He takes the controller and begins playing, though he keeps making mistakes and has to restart the area twice.

You decide to drop a bombshell. “It was really nice of Toga to loan me some clothes,” you say. “It’s just a shame she didn’t give me any underwear to put on until mine get done in the wash.”

The controller slips from Shigaraki’s hands and clatters to the floor. His onscreen character screams as monsters attack the now defenseless avatar. You twist again to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s staring at you, his eyes shifting from your face to the general area of your ass. Your skirt is already short, but it’s ridden up a few inches while you’ve been sitting here. It’s dangerously close to showing everything you have.

Suddenly his eyes narrow and he looks at you with suspicion. “What are you trying to do?” he asks in a low voice.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask him, turning fully around so that your legs dangle on either side of his waist. “I’m trying to seduce you.”

His face reddens slightly and he looks away from your face. “Why? You think I’ll let you go if you do this?”

“Not really. I just think you’re cute and I wanna fuck you.”

His eyes dart back to your face. He looks at you for a moment, perhaps judging your sincerity. Then he grins and says, “So fuck me then.”

You grin back, unbuttoning the too-tight shirt and letting your breasts pop freely from the fabric. Shigaraki’s hands are on them before he even has time to enjoy the view. He’s being careful with his fingers, and you figure it has something to do with his quirk. After a few moments, he leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, his chapped lips scratching across the sensitive skin. You lift one hand and bury it in his hair as his tongue traces circles around the bud of flesh.

Your other hand is working at his pants, trying to get them open. He uses one hand to reach down and help you, finally freeing his fully hard cock. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t have any underwear on, and you slide forward to rub your bare pussy against his erection, His breath quickens when he feels how wet you are, and he bites your nipple, just hard enough to make you moan and grip his hair tightly.

He pulls back and looks down, seems irritated that the skirt is blocking his view, and suddenly rips it away. You laugh and say, “You’ll have to apologize to Toga,”

He’s staring at the spot where your bodies are touching, watching you rub your wetness up and down his length. “She’ll get over it,” he mumbles, before pressing one finger into your folds, gathering your dripping arousal, and then putting that finger in his mouth. The action only makes you even wetter, so you raise up just enough to position his cock at your entrance, then drop back down. You’re so slick that he slides all the way in, completely filling you up with his surprising size.

Shigaraki groans, closing his eyes and seeming to just enjoy the feel of you. A sneaking suspicion appears in your mind. Is he a virgin? He definitely has that vibe. Gamer guy who hangs around in his room all day? You feel giddy at the thought that you’re popping his cherry. He’s so unbelievably cute.

But then he surprises you by opening his eyes and pulling your face close to his. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth while one of his hands grips your hair and the other is pressing four fingers into your thigh so hard that they’re sure to leave bruises. For a virgin, he’s sure figured out what makes you moan awfully fast.

In response, you begin moving up and down, fucking him as fast and hard as you can, clenching yourself around him. He’s breathing so hard he has to break the kiss, but his hands are still gripping you like a vice, You watch his face, all the wonderful expressions he’s making, the desire in his red eyes.

He pulls your head back by your hair and kisses your neck, then bites the soft skin there. It feels like his teeth broke the skin, and you moan again, feeling your pleasure intensify. It ripples up from your core, spreading through your body, and you climax just as he kisses your mouth again.

A few minutes later, Shigaraki carefully lifts you off him before he cums, shooting his seed all over your stomach and breasts. You look him in the eyes as you scoop up some of it on your fingers and put them in your mouth, making a show of savoring the taste of him.

You slide off his lap and glance around for something to put on. Toga’s skirt is ruined, and you’re pretty sure some of Shigaraki’s cum got on the borrowed shirt.

Shigaraki is leaned back in his chair, panting. He lifts a hand and points toward his closet. “Just wear something of mine,” he says.

You end up wearing a pair of black pants and a hoodie. The fabric is soft against your naked skin and, to your surprise, smells clean. You walk over and plop down on the pillow you placed on the floor. Shigaraki is already playing his game again, but he pauses it and looks over at you. “I thought you said my lap was more comfortable.”

You grin. “If I keep sitting in your lap, you’ll never get through this level.”

He grins back. “Try me.”

You laugh and stand up, then ease yourself back into his lap as he unpauses the game. You don’t know how much longer you’ll be the League’s “captive”, but you’re starting to think it’s not so bad after all.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki x You #Shigaraki Smut #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki Fanfiction #Shigaraki

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seoksgrl · 3 months

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rather be dead than cool, 3. : jjk nerd!jungkook x popular!reader college au, dislike to love genderbent she's all that au

tws: nothing much!! some academic burnout, a little fake dating if you squint and cover one eye and turn around in a circle and put a gun to jk and oc's heads

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“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Jeongguk says, walking beside you as the two of you make your way to his hair appointment. You’d booked it a few days ago, the same morning you took him shopping, and today is the day you get to see the back of those split ends. Though, instead of being excited about the prospect of a haircut, Jeongguk is ironing out the finer details of the hasty text you sent him after lunch with Mina and Irene, “you’re helping me get a date with Sana, who will be at the party. Yet you want me to go to this thing with you as your date?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his big dumb boy brain for not seeing your vision, but you settle for a quiet, exasperated sigh instead, “Not a date, per se. As a friend, two friends who will arrive together. I’ll make introductions and such, and then I’ll let you loose in the wild,”

Jeongguk’s hands find home in the pockets of his baggy jeans, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears, “Yeah, well your people are certainly animals, I’ll give you that,”

While Jeongguk isn’t totally off base with his astute observation of your inner circle, you huff anyway, feeling oddly protective when you know he considers you part of those ‘people’. When you imagine Jeongguk at Jimin’s party, you picture a baby lamb hanging out with a pack of wolves. Not the best image going forward, but your goal is to make Jeongguk into more of a fierce, well-dressed dog - perhaps not a wolf, but you have to take baby steps.

“Just stick with me, and I will take care of everything. Mina and Irene are really harmless,” You pause as Jeongguk reaches for the door to the salon, opening it for you to enter, “Well, at least Mina is,”

He cocks a brow, but doesn’t say anything further before you walk in, Jeongguk following close behind.

The day of the party arrives faster than you would have liked, especially given that you have a paper due for one of your classes and for the first time ever, you’re actually a little behind. Only by a paragraph or two, but it’s still a mark on your pristine reputation.

This bet business with Irene has left you feeling a little overwhelmed, with a sizable amount missing from your allowance thanks to trips to designer stores and salons that you haven’t even had the luxury to enjoy. Monique offered to do your nails while you were waiting for Jeongguk to finish, but in the end you had to leave before seeing the end result anyway, which is something you’re not pleased with. You only hope that Jeongguk didn’t opt to suddenly go bleach blonde, or get a blue streak through his hair just to spite you.

When your phone rings, you’re in the middle of taking your hair out of the heated rollers your father brought back from his business trip to the States, and you reach over to see it’s Jimin calling you. There’s a vaguely icky feeling in your tummy, but you run with it, sliding your finger along the screen and setting it to loud speaker.

“Y/N? Hey,” Jimin says, his voice just as musical and pleasant as you remember it. You can almost picture him now, slouched in an artsy sort of way across his bed as he speaks to you, probably shirtless and definitely smiling, “I just wanted to check in before the party. I figured Irene might have told you I’m bringing Luna,”

Ugh, of course. While, yes, Irene already gave you a heads up, you’re still non-too-pleased about seeing your ex and his new girlfriend. There are no lingering feelings left behind, even after the awkward nature of your breakup, but the whole thing still makes for an uncomfortable evening, especially when you’re going to be mentoring a very tall, very moody photography major most of the evening.

“Yes, Irene told me,” You say in the brightest voice you can muster, “I don’t know if she told you, but I’m actually bringing someone too,”

“Oh,” Jimin says, sounding surprised by the new information. You’re too grown up to be petty, but you can’t prevent the satisfied smile that creeps across your face at his flustered response, “I didn’t realise you were seeing anyone,”

Damn, not quite the idea you wanted to float, but you can’t exactly back out now. Jeongguk will understand, or maybe you don’t even have to tell him to pretend to be dating you. It’s not like you’ve ever been a fan of PDA, and Jimin knows that more than anyone.

“It’s…new. And, not especially serious,” You grimace, “It’s super casual,”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all,”

“I’m trying something different,” Is your quick response, “the end of relationships are usually a time where people experiment. New hair styles, new tattoos,”

New fake, unaware, casual, photography major boyfriends.

“Ah,” Jimin’s voice is muffled, like he’s speaking away from the phone, but all you hear after a few muffled noises are the words that come next, “well, I suppose I’ll see you in a couple hours,”

“Yes,” You say, “see you soon,”

When you hang up, it’s all you can do not to scream into a pillow, but obviously that would ruin your makeup. So you settle for throwing said pillow at your wall instead, though it doesn’t give you nearly as much satisfaction.

Two hours later, you leave the house to wait outside for Jeongguk. You had arranged for him to pick you up after sending him your address, and you look out for a non-descript, modest car. Instead, what you hear is the rumble of a motorbike engine, and you grit your teeth, counting to ten before you look up just as the sound quiets.

“Of course, he drives a motorbike. Why wouldn’t he?” You mutter, walking down the path towards the clean, empty street where Jeongguk is parked clad in all black, donning a red helmet. His eyes meet yours as he flips up the black visor, blinking at you until you come to a stop in front of him.

“Good evening,”

There’s a moment where you just look at him, deadpan and unsmiling. He sighs, swinging his leg off the bike and standing to his full height. For some reason he seems taller, and it’s only when you look down that you see the clunky, black boots on his feet.

“You didn’t think this might be worth mentioning?” You ask once you raise your face to his again, squinting a little in the setting sun.

Jeongguk looks down, still wearing the helmet, and shrugs, “I can’t wear expensive, fancy shoes on the bike,”

“I’m not talking about the boots,” You roll your eyes this time, giving in to the urge, and you almost think you hear Jeongguk snort quietly, his leather-clad shoulders jumping on a laugh, “I meant the bike. You agreed to pick me up and didn’t mention we would be riding a death-chariot to the party,”

Stepping away and walking to the large compartment on the back of the bike, Jeongguk doesn’t immediately reply, instead he flips the lid, pulling out a matching helmet and handing it to you. When you give him a stony glare and cross your arms over your chest instead of taking it, he glances heavenward, as if you’re the frustrating one.

“Come on, Y/N. The bike is only dangerous if there’s a moron driving it,”

“Could’ve fooled me,” You mutter, taking the helmet and attempting to figure out how the whole thing works. You don’t like the person you become when you’re with Jeongguk, it’s almost like he’s just beginning to bring out this whole other side of you. He’s the first person you have ever felt the urge to hit, for example.

As you struggle to figure out how to pull the helmet on without ruining your immaculately styled hair, Jeongguk tuts, grabbing the offending item off of you and standing right in front of you. He holds it over your head and waits, speaking quietly and oddly patient despite your reluctance, “Might wanna tuck your hair behind your ears unless you want it sticking to your cheeks the whole ride there,”

Hesitantly, you do as he suggests, flipping your hair back so it’s behind your shoulders. It’s not going to make a whole lot of difference, you know, but you figure you might as well take Jeongguk’s advice. It’s only when the helmet touches the crown of your head that you duck away, peering up at Jeongguk as he rolls his eyes and drops his arms, the helmet hanging by a strap in one of his hands.

“Is this gonna ruin my makeup?”

“Probably,”

“Jeongguk,”

He frowns, hard to see due to the helmet, but you see the scrunch between his brows, “Y/N, you look fine. You can fix it when we get there, I know you carry around one of those little compact things,”

You do, but that’s beside the point. With what feels like your seventh sigh in as many seconds, you nod, bracing before Jeongguk begins to tug the helmet down onto your head. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, and your face feels a little squished, but Jeongguk notes that it’s for your safety, so you let it go.

After getting on the bike first, Jeongguk instructs you to put a hand on his shoulder, using that to pull yourself up while placing a foot on the small footrest on the side of the bike. Once you copy his earlier movements and swing your leg over the seat, you plop down, jostling the two of you slightly as you try to get comfortable.

“You can hold onto me, or there are some handles on either side of your seat. My shoulders or my waist are fine, but try not to tug on me too much,” He says, turning to face the front before he twists his wrist, the bike roaring to life beneath you both. He checks on you a couple more times before he lifts his visor once more to speak over the rumble of the engine, “Oh, and hold on tight. I like to ride fast,”

“Wh- Ah!”

The bike moves with a sudden jolt, the speed steady at first before Jeongguk leans into the wind, the houses on either side of the road moving past you both in a blur. Your hands alternate between gripping the handles on either side of your seat and squeezing at Jeongguk’s shoulders, adrenaline beginning to rush through your veins as the bike turns onto the main road.

Now, you know what Jeongguk means about riding fast. The wind rushes past you, so strong it almost feels like you might be blown off the bike from the force of it, but you just mimic Jeongguk’s movements and lean into it, using him as a shield. It’s now that you notice the broadness of him, the sheer size of his body as you hunch behind him on the bike, your hands clutched at his shoulders for fear that you might fall off at the next turn. Every so often, the bike pauses at a red light, and Jeongguk looks over his shoulder and gives you a thumbs up to check in. All you can do is return it, and then you’re off again.

You want to hate it, because really, you should. It’s dangerous, reckless, and not at all what anyone in your circle would expect you to do. But there’s a little voice in the back of your mind that quips maybe that’s why you’re having so much fun. And you are, despite the fact your makeup is being rubbed off by the rough material inside the helmet, and your hair will be flat when you get to the party.

Under the visor, you’re smiling, and you can’t even help it.

You both make it to the party in one piece, and despite the surprising urge to tell Jeongguk to keep driving, you hop off the bike with a little help. Jeongguk unclips the helmet from under your chin and lets you pull it off. Your cheeks are flushed and warm, and probably red raw from the helmet. You can only imagine you look a mess, but when you glance up at Jeongguk to get his opinion, he’s staring at you.

Or at least you think he is, because he’s still got the helmet on.

“Will you take that thing off already?” You say, “I haven’t seen the new haircut,”

“Maybe I should keep it on,” Is his quiet reply, and you tilt your head to the side, shooting him a blank look, “Fine, fine. But it feels weird,”

His hands reach up to unclip the latch, before they plant on either side of the helmet to tug it off. When you see his face again, your eyes latch on two things at once, somehow.

First, the haircut is…good. Probably not what you would have told him to get, but it’s nice. A shorter version of the long hair he had before, a little choppier, like a shaggy mullet. It suits him, and you admit he probably would have hated changing his appearance more than he already has.

Second, your eyes fall to his lips. More specifically, the new, silver ring that wraps around the lower one. That certainly wasn’t on the menu.

“When -”

“I know,” He says, lifting his hands up in surrender after putting his helmet away, “but I felt like I was losing my style a little. I just wanted to do something I’ve always wanted, so I did. And I paid for it with my money, so you can’t really say shit about it,”

Well, he has you there,

“Fine, the piercing isn’t bad. I’ll allow it,” You nod, threading your fingers through your hair at the root and fluffing it a little, “Do I have helmet hair?”

“No, you have rich girl hair,” He deadpans, and you roll your eyes in response. Any more eye rolling, and you’re sure you’ll lose them in the back of your skull.

Jeongguk finishes securing the bike, locking up and running a hand through his shorter hair. The strands still tickle the back of his neck and fall over his forehead, but you have to admit he looks better without so much weight and bulkiness crowding his head. Now you can actually see his face, and his eyes, which are dark brown and twinkly. And looking at you.

“You good?”

Blinking, you smile, falling into step with Jeongguk before you pause, causing him to groan impatiently. When he asks what’s wrong, you offer him a sheepish smile, biting your lip, “So…there is one little thing I forgot to mention,” he doesn’t reply, instead he raises a brow in question, his lips pouting a little while that silver ring glints at you mockingly, “So, this party is my ex’s cabin, and he’s a little annoying. Basically he got a new girlfriend, so I just need you to pretendtobemynewcasualboyfriend, okay?”

“What was that?” He asks, eyes wide, “You want me to be your casual…?”

“Fake casual,” You reply, pausing because it feels like knives in your throat to actually say the word, “...boyfriend,”

Jeongguk just stares at you, giving you that same deadpan look you’d given him mere moments ago, and you can appreciate how that might be a little bothersome, now you think about it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking like an arrogant ass, “Is this not what we talked about?”

“I know I said it wouldn’t be that kind of situation, but plans have changed and hey,” You step towards him, head craned to look at his face, but he doesn’t move, “I’m helping you out. I just need you to do me this one, small favour. I mean it’s not even really a big deal, just nod along when someone talks about us dating casually. Make sure you say casual -”

“I think I’ve got it,” He speaks louder over your tirade, sighing in a quick exhale before he thrusts his hand at you without looking. When you don’t take it, he glances down at his empty hand before looking at you, “Well?”

“I don’t hold hands,” A nervous cackle escapes your lips before you can stop, so you pass it off as a cough, “Holding hands isn’t very casual,”

“I hold hands with people I date,”

“It’s not dating, it's casua -”

“Y/N!” Jimin’s voice calls from the door to the cabin, cheery and clearly a few beers in, he jogs down the steps and strolls over to where you and Jeongguk are still stood at the beginning of the dirt path, “So good to see you after...everything,”

You swallow down a grimace and heaps of second-hand embarrassment, nodding quickly as if you’re fraying at the seams. Maybe you are, after all, these two men are going to be the death of you.

“So good to see you…after…” You swallow again, hard enough that your throat aches, “that,”

As if sensing the tense and uncomfortable energy, Jeongguk throws a heavy arm around your shoulder, offering his other hand to Jimin for him to shake, “Hey, Jeongguk. I’m the casual boyfriend,”

Oh, kill me now.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for the way I’m handling my friend’s request?

🌸🌸🌸 to find this

So I (27X) have this friend (24F) I’ve been close with for a while. She’s very sensitive and that’s not a bad thing. But she does often react to very basic things with panic such as worrying about being a little late to an agreed meet up time with other friends (like. I’m talking even a minute or two late), slight changes in her dog’s behavior like him napping when he’d normally be asking to go outside, restaraunt orders taking a little too long, stuff like that. Usually when that happened I’d do my best to steer her away from the panic and her immediate “this means something really really bad” and offer alternate reasons things might be happening and it did seem to work most the time. Ironically for being so concerned about mundane things, she also seemingly isn’t worried at all about things most people are, like giving strangers very serious details about her past, burning a candle directly on top of a piece of paper, walking alone through a known sketchy apartment (like cops are there daily, they found a body somewhere on the complex at one point) complex’s parking lot as a shortcut home, being interested in very dangerous hobbies. I swear she also has a creep radar that just is not quite functional, every guy that’s come in to my job when she’s been there (she doesn’t have a job and sometimes hangs around since it’s a shop that’s super slow, right near where she lives and I’m often working by myself) that has set off massive red flags has not set off any alarms for her. Usually when she’s doing something I recognize as possibly dangerous like that I have previously tried to advise against it.

However, about 4 months ago I’d noticed she’d been getting a little strained towards me. After much gentle prodding, since she has trouble communicating issues with people, she finally admitted that she feels like I’m coddling her, or babying her since I’m older than she is, when I give her those advices, or that I’m ignoring her concerns when I try to help with her panic. She asked me not to anymore and it did seem like if I continued anyways it would affect our friendship further.

So I’ve done my best, I haven’t given her any advice on what seems like a dangerous situation or anything. It was fine at first, as much as I felt bad she was runing into some problems by doing stuff I’d have previously advised against, but her slight frostiness did go away. But, in the last month or so I’ve been noticing she’s been saying things to the effect of “I thought you’d have something to say about that” or “Oh, I was hoping you’d know what to do” and stuff like that.

But, I haven’t reacted to any of it yet. She asked me not to and as I said she has a lot of trouble openly asking people to do things, which is something I found myself bothered by at times since I do struggle with “hints” and prefer things said directly to me. This time it’s gotten so obvious that I can tell what she wants me to do but even knowing I’ve still not given her any advice or alternate solutions, hoping she will just come out and tell me that she changed her mind.

Here’s the AITA part— AITA for doing that? Should I just take the hint and start advising again? As much as I’d like her to learn to just be honest with me about what she wants from me as a friend, I’m genuinely worried about her getting into a dangerous situation if I don’t start advising again since I don’t know how long that will take. A little bit ago she went home with a guy she just met without telling anyone. It worked out fine, but the idea of that really startled and concerned me. I’m worried if I don’t start stepping in again something bad WILL happen.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Why Deny?

Part 6

Previous part here

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Early the next week, loose ends were tied up or a pause was placed on many of the assignments each of them had currently been working on, instead shifting their attention to Simon Foster.

They now spent much of their days and early evenings in Leonard’s office with the door shut, going over files of information and details that had been collected on Foster since the suspicion on him had first arisen.

As much as he was able to, Leonard had been monitoring Foster more closely ever since Charles had looped them in on the situation, but not many natural opportunities to do so presented themselves, as his office was on another floor of the building. Regardless, Leonard was already confident that the suspicions on Foster were true, but to what degree, he hadn’t concluded yet.

The plan was still to initially assess him during the annual Embassy gathering taking place that weekend in D.C., which was then to be followed by three days of large group meetings that they all would be attending along with dozens of other agents. As the week drew to a close, Y/N and Leonard began ironing out the finer details of their planned approach while in D.C.

It was Thursday evening when Y/N let herself back into Leonard’s office after having left briefly to get something to eat. She placed a large takeout bag on his desk before shrugging off her coat and then sorting through the bag. As she pulled the food out of the bag, her stomach audibly growled, at which Leonard looked up from the desk with a raised brow and a barely disguised smile.

“Very ladylike,” he teased her.

“Shut up,” she said as she looked back at him. “I’m starving. Not all of us can survive without regular meals. And speaking of which...”

She reached into the bag again and pulled out a sandwich which she then tossed at him, Leonard dropping his pen just in time to catch it.

“You need to eat that,” she said, pointing at the sandwich.

“No thanks, doll,” he replied, reaching it back out to her with one hand while simultaneously picking up his pen again with the other, but she wouldn’t take it.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t eaten anything all day. You need to have that.”

“I’m fine.”

“You won’t grow up to be big and strong unless you eat your dinner,” she teased him.

Unable to resist smiling, he looked back up at her.

“Who’s tightening the apron strings now, huh?” he said to her.

Smiling, Y/N leaned forward over the desk, holding his gaze as she grasped the pen and slowly pulled it out of his hand. She smiled at him mischievously as she stood back up and wiggled the pen between her fingers.

“You can have it back after you eat that,” she pointed to the sandwich again as Leonard shook his head with a resigned smile.

A couple hours later, they were still going over information and plans. Y/N had spread out at the small round table in the corner of Leonard’s office, while he remained at his desk. Y/N was huddled up in a chair, her elbow on the table and her chin resting in her palm as she looked over another document.

Eventually, her eyes briefly drifted over to Leonard. He’d removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, as well as rolled up his shirt sleeves. She found herself admiring his arms yet again before her gaze traveled to his face. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and a piece of his hair had fallen across his forehead as he looked down. He was so handsome, it wasn’t fair. How did this man manage to make a tie and suspenders look so sexy? She forced herself to look away from him and back to the table.

As Y/N let out a quiet sigh, Leonard glanced over at her, smiling to himself.

Her chin in her palm, she pouted her lips as she concentrated, looking down at the pages in front of her. She’d long since removed her heels, her legs tucked up under herself as she sat in the chair. Through her sheer stockings, he could see the red polish on her toes, and he once again smiled to himself. What was it about her being barefoot that he found so adorable?

“Which hotel did you book?” Y/N eventually spoke up, rising from her chair to stretch and looking at Leonard.

“Foster’s staying at The Grand, so we are, too. I’ve already got his room number and the front desk will be giving me a key to it when we check in.”

“Where are the rooms?” Y/N asked.

“Ours are on the same floor, Foster’s is two floors below us. I’ve got access to the security cameras near his room and there’s another one being installed near his door as we speak.”

Y/N began to say something, but they were distracted when her cell phone started ringing. Leonard returned his gaze to his desk as she answered it.

“Hello?” Y/N said, sitting back down in her chair. Suddenly, she silently waved her arm in the air and snapped her fingers to get Leonard’s attention. He looked up with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, hi, Simon!” Y/N said as she looked at Leonard and widened her eyes in emphasis. “How are you?”

Rising from his chair, Leonard silently made his way over to her as she spoke into the phone. Y/N carefully set the phone down on the table, quickly lifting a finger to her lips to instruct Leonard to stay quiet, before pressing the button to put the call on speaker.

“Hey, there, beautiful. Long time no see,” came Simon’s voice through the phone.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I’m glad you called,” Y/N replied, still looking at Leonard.

“Of course you are,” Simon replied, his voice full of off-putting cockiness. “I could say I was surprised when I got your message, but who are we kidding? I knew you couldn’t resist me forever.”

Y/N gave a disgusted wince and rolled her eyes, but she kept her voice cheerful as she responded.

“I tried, but I guess you’re just too darn charming,” she said.

Simon laughed.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, it happens to the best of ‘em. Now, when would you like to be graced with my presence?”

Y/N looked up at Leonard again, whose expression was unreadable, before she responded.

“Well, are you going to the Embassy gala this weekend? Maybe we could meet up for a drink?” she said.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Staying at The Grand.”

“What time does your flight land?”

“Oh, anxious, are we?” Simon chuckled before continuing. “I get in around 5, but I have some business to take care of beforehand. But I’ll find you at the dinner and then we can see where the night takes us.”

“Ok, that sounds good,” Y/N replied. “Looking forward to it.”

“Me too, beautiful. Now you get back to typing up your little reports, or whatever it is that you do to keep busy, and I’ll see you this weekend.”

Y/N feigned amusement with a fake giggle.

“Bye, Simon,” she said. Then she ended the call, pressing the button and pushing the phone away from her.

“Ugh,” she groaned in disgust.

Leonard remained silent for another moment before speaking, his voice low.

“You called him?”

Y/N looked up at him.

“Yeah, a couple days ago. Left him a message saying I’d reconsidered his offer and wanted to see him.”

“And you didn’t tell me about this?”

“I’m just planting the seed,” Y/N explained. “It would seem odd if I suddenly approached him at the party without having had any contact with him for months. I’m just warming him up. And now we know when to expect him at the hotel. We can sweep his room before he arrives.”

Her approach was actually incredibly smart, but that didn’t mean Leonard had to like it.

“You should have told me you were talking to him,” he said sternly.

Y/N exhaled as she looked at him.

“Apron strings, Leonard,” she said, gesturing a cutting motion with her fingers.

“This is different,” Leonard responded, looking down at her. “We don’t know if he’s dangerous.”

“Leonard...”

“Don’t even start,” he said as she sighed. “I’m drawing a line here, doll. I’ll give it to you, what you did was good...”

Y/N smiled up at him before he continued.

“...but if you interact with him again, I better know about it.” He then reached down and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Otherwise, the next time I find out, your newest fashion accessory will be an ankle monitor.”

Part 7

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welcome-to-green-hills · 2 months

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Okay so I know that you said that you want Shadow to be alone at the end of Sonic 3, but do you have another ending that you thought of too?

Ohh yeah! I’ve got one😈

The scene takes place towards the end where Shadow falls to Earth and, supposedly, is on the verge of dying. The day’s saved—yadda, yadda, yadda—but you still have that horrific scene like in SA2. In Shadow’s POV, we see him falling and reach out to a crying Sonic that holds a spare inhibitor ring. Shadow’s vision fades to black and leaves the audience wondering what happened to him.

Seconds later, we see from Shadow’s POV where he wakes up in the Wachowski home on the couch. Everyone is there. They all stayed close to his side and fell asleep waiting for him to wake up. Shadow spends the entire time thinking, “wasn’t I supposed to die? What happened?” It cuts over to Sonic, who’s a bit banged up from the adventure, and smiles seeing him. Sonic welcomes him back from the dead, and sits with him for a bit to chat. I haven’t ironed out those details yet, but it leads them to talking all night. And finally Sonic goes, “can I show you something?”

Sonic helps him up from the couch and takes Shadow to stand outside on the roof top to watch the sun rise. They get a great view of the mountains, the trees, all of nature! Shadow’s moved while watching the world wake up. Sonic’s preoccupied with watching Shadow fall in love with the planet, not people. This is important; Shadow finally understands why Maria loves Earth so much. His query with humans is resolved at a later date.

Shadow finally says, “I’ve got it wrong.” This is also important. This is his way of saying “I’m sorry” without saying the actual word. His actions are enough for people to understand that whatever happened in the third film were not entirely his to begin with.

Sonic gives him a pat on the shoulder and goes, “we get things wrong at times, but what makes us better is that we learn from mistakes. This can be your home too if you want it to be.” Again, it doesn’t need to be these words exactly. That little blurb is meant to convey a mood that Shadow has a second chance.

Shadow and Sonic continue to watch the sun rise over Green Hills before everyone wakes up. We don’t need to have an answer right away to earth being Shadow’s home. It leaves enough wiggle room for the SCU crew to decide whether or not they want to do a fourth film or not.

Shadow needs to be on his own for a while. This would be a good point in time to let him go off on his own and rediscover a few things. When he’s ready, he’ll return to Sonic and his family. But for now, everyone has to trust that he’ll be okay in the long run.

#sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #Notice the little bit of ship bait I added😏#Movie!Shadow #mystery anon #off topic

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girlweepinginstairwell · 9 months

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hi! :D i love your blog, so i wanted to ask, why do you think the barbie movie was bleak? i love hearing people's opinions on the film, and i thought that was an interesting adjective to describe it. you don't have to answer if you don't want to, ofc! hope you have a nice day!!! <3

oh you’re so sweet, thanks so much! ❣️ honestly i don’t know how intelligible this will be considering i spent a few days after watching the movie hashing out my thoughts with various friends and have mostly said my piece privately, but i thought it was bleak because it just… was…

like i did have fun because it is spectacularly produced & i guess in some ways it’s like oh, well it’s literally the BARBIE movie, what did you expect, but in other ways i was just like. oh my God, the faux criticism of barbie as a product, mattel as a company, and capitalism as a concept this film presents… i couldn’t stomach it! like how much of this are we supposed to believe is greta gerwig’s genuine artistic vision & how much of it is mattel indulgently financing a tongue-in-cheek critique of its own contributions to consumerism knowing it will only generate MORE of the same? i found myself reminded of a particular excerpt from chapter two of mark fisher’s capitalist realism: is there no alternative?, where he writes:

“…anti-capitalism is widely disseminated in capitalism. Time after time, the villain in Hollywood films will turn out to be the ‘evil corporation’. Far from undermining capitalist realism, this gestural anti-capitalism actually reinforces it… We’re left in no doubt that consumer capitalism and corporations… is responsible for this depredation… The film performs our anti-capitalism for us, allowing us to continue to consume with impunity. The role of capitalist ideology is not to make an explicit case for something in the way that propaganda does, but to conceal the fact that the operations of capital do not depend on any sort of subjectively assumed belief… So long as we believe (in our hearts) that capitalism is bad, we are free to continue to participate in capitalist exchange.”

i was so reminded of this passage while watching the film that the first thing i did upon leaving the theater was go through my copy to locate it.

there were also a number of scenes i found, ironically, to convey rather insidious anti-feminist messaging despite the movie’s reputation as (and attempts to live up to the title of) a feminist flick, but i won’t go into those in detail because i’m sure there are people reading this who want to see this film & haven’t yet. in the same vein, i found it to be massively spineless/inauthentic/confused? in the stances it takes because, in an effort to appeal to an audience so broad as to include Basically everyone on the planet, it… doesn’t really commit to any of the stances it presents at all. a lot of the points it tried to make about womanhood, feminism, capitalism, motherhood, and the patriarchy either fell flat or were completely undone by the movie’s end, which is why i found it very funny that some people thought this movie was TOO feminist when i thought it was, frankly, toothlessly feminist.

the sets and costumes were beautiful, the acting was genuinely solid, i liked a lot of the referential pastiche-y moments that cropped up throughout it and i laughed lots at its cleverness because it WAS very witty, but when the credits began to roll i did think, um. maybe we’re in hell. i’m sure some people loved this movie, but sadly i really could not! also mattel now has a Toy cinematic universe planned which is um… great! and doesn’t make me feel a horrible sense of despair or anything

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Random Lili Headcanons

So I’m still so shocked at how well the Lili x Krile gposes were received!! I’m going to take a chunk of it as Krile hype (and rightfully so! Krile has been sidelined for far too long!), but I’m very happy that y’all seem to be curious about Lili as well! I’m still ironing out the details enough to write up a full profile (and I might make Lili her own sideblog for organizational purposes, but I haven’t decided yet), but I figured it was time to share some of my initial headcanons for her and where I think I’ll go with her story. This will be a random list of things that just pop into my head, so I apologize if I start to ramble a bit.

Lili is the name she likes to be called, but her full name is Lilika Lika, and it’s not only a canon compliment Dunesfolk name (unlike Hali, heh), but it’s also my little nod to Final Fantasy X, because I think it sounds similar to Kilika Island.

Lili’s pronouns are She/Her, she is cisgender, and a lesbian. She has had relations with men in her past when she was finding herself, but she came out as a lesbian when she was 20 years old.

She was born in Ul’dah and she is actually the distant cousin of Hali! Lili met Hali when Hali first arrived in Eorzea and looked up information on Nanani’s family (Nanani is Hali’s grandmother and Lili’s great aunt who left Ul’dah to marry her husband and live in Sharlayan).

Lili is descended from a prominent family whose members almost always become involved in the Order of Nald’thal, with many members also joining the Thaumaturge Guild. Lili tried her hand at Thaumaturgy but she found herself woefully unskilled in magic. Instead, she joined the Pugilist Guild and eventually trained in the techniques of the Ala Mhigan Monk.

I plan on Lili’s main canon job to be Monk from ARR-EW, but perhaps she trained briefly as a Samurai before she takes up the twin blades of a Viper for Dawntrail.

Unlike Hali who never believed in any forms of religion and only understands religion in an academic sense as a Sharlayan, Lili does believe in the Twelve and has her faith shaken by the events of the MSQ and of course the events of the Myths of the Realm raid series.

Lili has had several casual relationships, including a brief fling with Tataru during ARR and HW, but she never had any serious romantic feelings about someone until she met Krile.

I’m still working out a timeline of the Lili x Krile ship right now, but I’m thinking about them confessing their feelings and officially being in an exclusive relationship around Post ShB to Pre EW. Sometime in the 5.3-5.55 range. They get together before Hali and Aymeric do at least.

Lili is represented by opposing symbolism to Hali, and they are a duality of forces. Hali’s symbols are water, ice, darkness, night, stars, spring, etc. whereas Lili’s symbols are fire, light, day, sun, autumn, etc. Hali is a magic user and Lili is a melee fighter. Hali is extroverted and highly emotional while Lili is introverted, practical, and usually in control of her emotions.

That’s all I’ve got for now! I’ll be working on a full profile for Lili in the meantime, so please look forward to it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated! 🥰💖

#ffxiv headcanons #female warrior of light #female lalafell #dunesfolk lalafell #lilika lika #lili x krile #yup she needs an OC tag and ship tag #i’m working on it

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A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG March 2023 [Special Interview]

The Cute Side of Adult Men ♥

Bringing you an interview with Itaru and Sakyo! We’re taking a closer look at their mature and cute charms.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Q: Please tell us about your impressions of the cover photoshoot!

Itaru: They put a lot of effort into our hair and makeup, didn’t they? They made lots of curls with a flat iron, so I wondered how it was going to turn out. The end result was nicely balanced though. I was impressed. Also, I’m rather used to wearing pink for my stage costumes, but seeing Sakyo-san in that colour felt pretty fresh.

Sakyo: I felt uneasy when I saw myself in the mirror, but I went along with it since I know we should leave these things to the professionals. However… I was surprised that they ended up using that shot where I’m holding my glasses in my hand. We took a lot of photos where I had my glasses on too.

Q: What makes you think you’re glad you became an adult?

Itaru: The fact that I can spend my time and money on anything and no one can question me about it. It left a pretty big impression on me when first I left home to live on my own and everything, including my life rhythm, was up to me. However, everything was also my own responsibility and I had to work in order to live…

Sakyo: This guy is living with all of us at the dorm, so I’d like to correct his life rhythm… but it’s like talking to a wall, so I’m at a loss. For me, I’d rather be able to work than anything else. We receive money as compensation for the work that we put in according to our duties. I’m thankful for society.

Q: Has your impression of the other person changed from when you first joined the theatre troupe until now?

Itaru: At first, he seemed like a ruthless, OP demon king final boss. But he was an unexpectedly compassionate person… I mean, I’m not sure if I should say this in front of the guy himself, but my image of him changed dramatically. I won’t go into the details, but he left a strong first impression.

Sakyo: Let’s stop there. From my point of view, Chigasaki… indeed, my impression might have changed as well. He looks like an actor who can pull everything off flawlessly, but he has a surprisingly clumsy passion. We haven’t formally co-starred yet apart from the MANKAI Show where all the members participated. But I would like to try acting alongside this guy properly one day.

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akunya · 2 years

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"the doctor will see you now!" pairings: doctor!vox akuma / m!reader

summary: you visit a clinic to help with your memory loss. luckily for you, your doctor has the perfect remedy.

tw: manipulation, gaslighting(?), handjobs. dubcon, MALPRACTICE, groping, dumbification, yandere, etc.

notes: i liked the idea of reader getting out of a coma LOL. also, id rather die than make vox a boring human.

feedback is appreciated considering i haven’t written in a LONG time.

you fidgeted sitting on the cold leather of the examination table, staring at the wall as you waited for the doctor to come in. it was a normal, regular, tuesday afternoon. you didn't know why you were so anxious. after a nurse had checked you in a bit ago, she showed you to his office, saying that the doctor would be with you in just a moment. the modern, yet somewhat classy clock on the wall ticked annoyingly, the sound about to drive you mad. the office itself was sleek, clearly for higher end clients or people that had a lot of money. you had no idea how your insurance was able to cover all of this. your mind started to overflow with questions and worries. the time you spent in anticipation felt longer than ever until the door finally clicked open.

the tall man opened the door just enough for him to slip inside, a dark red button-up shirt underneath his sleek white doctors coat. his skin was pale, but it didn't bother you at all, really. his long black hair fell beautifully along his face, making him seem more befitting of a king rather than a healer. the red highlights made you wonder if they were natural or not, with how seamlessly they matched with his black strands. the slight red eye makeup in the corner of his eye nearly sent you over the edge, ogling at the man in front of you. he was.. a doctor? what kind of clients was he taking care of here? you tried not to stare, but his eyes met yours, making him chuckle a bit.

“do you see something you like?” you shook your head no out of embarrassment, bashfulness setting in as he smiled and sat in his own chair. even the way he sat felt elegant — a leg crossed over the other, clothes cleanly ironed with a small hint of cologne. your eyes caught a glimpse of his name tag: "dr. akuma", somehow also fitting for his aura that he brought into his office. for some reason, even though you were asked to wear something comfortable and loose-fitting for easier access, you felt severely underdressed. how did this man make his doctors uniform look so expensive?

"and you are?" the older man's head tilted, snapping you out of your gaze as you apologized. "y/n. sorry, i've been out of it recently." you laughed awkwardly, trying to make it seem that you weren't practically checking out your doctor as he sat across from you (oh, but you failed miserably). vox didn't seem to mind, introducing himself before flipping through some papers and folders on his desk. he held a clipboard in hands, pen tapping on his chin as he quickly skimmed and read over your information. his eyes darted across the paper, room settling in silence. he hummed whenever he had read a key part of the details concerning your upbringing to his office. you were recovering from a coma you had been in barely a week ago, being sent to vox’s office because of his good reputation around fixing patients who dissociated, or, struggled with memory loss, and what not. the demon honestly preferred this profession, taking on a caretaker role for those that could barely remember what they ate for breakfast that morning. something about being in charge of people so vulnerable, so fragile, gave the man a sick form of motivation to aid those in need. the nurse wrote down that you had moments where you felt lost at moments without a logical reason why. he felt himself frown a bit. vox couldn’t help but feel a slight sliver of pity for you.

even though he was a demon playing the role of a doctor in this day and age, he truly did want to help people. watching you sit on his examination table aimlessly made his heart sting. the sympathy he felt for you started to slowly blossom into something else however, when he glanced again at yourself. you really were cute, huh. “you suffered from a head injury, is that right y/n?” you nodded again, the mans deep voice soothing your shaky soul. your memory lately has been hazy at best. you couldn't remember much from that night besides waking up in the hospital bed. after discussing with your doctor and other nurses, you were referred to stop by the akuma clinic before making your way home, advised that the doctor there could offer more support and treatment than they could. honestly, you’ve never heard of the place, but you weren’t just going to say no to getting some extra help. the spot on your head where you were hit still hurts a bit, instinctively moving to gently rub your hand on the area.

after flipping through the last couple of pages, vox stood up, moving to stand in front of you with a gentle smile. “im going to need to touch you a bit, just to make sure there weren’t any bruises or other things that your primary doctor may have missed. is that alright?” with such a sickeningly sweet smile like his, you’d let him do nearly anything he wanted. mumbling out your consent, vox’s big hands started at your shoulders, gently massaging them.

you felt your body instantly relax, muscles releasing their tension as he rubbed and touched. “the way you react is so cute, y/n.” he muttered lowly, squeezing and touching down your arms. your body was very honest — small hums and sighs of pleasure leaving your lips as the doctor softly massaged every tense spot in your body. it’s as if everywhere he touched you immediately unwinded, the stress and anxiety of today melting away. was this okay for two guys to do? you didn’t bother to connect that he was getting a bit too touchy when his hands glided underneath your shirt. his fingertips grazed your ribs, going up to teasingly give your chest a light squeeze. you flinched just a bit, but not enough to move entirely out of his reach. the doctors eyes narrowed, pleased when he felt your heart beat a bit faster. his hands traveled upwards until he reached your neck.

he gave a light squeeze, your eyes scrunching a bit in confusion as he held his hands there. feeling your pulse in the palms of his hand made him feel alive. vox found human lives so interesting. being alive for thousands of years at this point, he couldn't understand the concept of having such limited time as you did. the thump of your heart beating against his fingertips reminded him of how helpless you were. he could hurt you, maybe squeeze a bit too hard and choke you out - and there was nothing you could do. of course, he wouldn't do any of that, anyways. he looked down at you, your eyes void and blank. you barely tried to fight back, most likely still discombobulated from what happened a week prior, but a part of him knew he didn’t care. he thought you were even cuter when you let him touch you wherever he wanted. “just checking your pulse dear. nothing out of the ordinary.” his fang poked out slightly when he smiled.

you nodded, letting yourself relax a bit as vox touched and explored your body. some areas that he prodded at did in fact hurt a bit, making you wince when he’d touch a bruise or sore area. immediately, as if you would shatter under any more pressure, he would let go and move onto squeezing and touching another section of skin. in his eyes, you were so delicate. handsome. it would be so easy to own you. the demons hand rubbed upwards from your thighs, to your chest, and then held his hands at your neck again. an index finger — was that a claw? — trailed and peaked at your chin, your head tilted upwards towards him. he couldn’t suppress the chuckle he let out, a sly smirk on vox’s face as his finger rested on your chin for a moment before pulling away. your head was titled up to look at him, eyes meeting one another's as he kept you there. you let him touch you so freely. "so.. you really can't remember anything at all, hm?" gentle yet firm hands started to rub dangerously near your crotch again, even sneaking a few glides against your cock. you gulped, throat feeling dry when vox leaned in close again, practically engulfing your personal space with a devilish grin. you felt small.

"no, i-i cant. all i remember was some sort of sharp pain.." your voice embarrassingly cracked, trying to suppress a moan when your doctor purposefully squeezed your hardening cock. he simply nodded, not bothering to stop even when you tried to squirm away. there was no use hiding it now - he could definitely feel your boner, teasing and playing with his prey in his very own office. "hm.. interesting. your body reacts so honestly, even when you're recovering from such a state. how do you feel, y/n?" the man whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning against the shell of it as you stared at his hands touching all over your crotch. the little gasp you let out when he unzipped your pants and gently took your cock out made his own cock twitch. you were so fucking adorable. "mhm, i feel good - fine!" your voice cracked towards the end when his hand directly touched your hot skin without pants in the way.

vox's hand was jerking you slowly now, squeezing at the tip and using your sticky precum as lube. "shh.." he tried to shush you, not wanting anyone to disturb your appointment with him. the bustling outside of his office fell on dull ears as he studied every expression you made. every twitch of your brow when he kissed your earlobe, every bite of your lip when he twisted his hand, every moan that filled the room when he'd say something provocative - he studied it intensely, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his long life. "i cant believe you're aroused during an examination like this. do you have any shame, boy?" is this what that was, an examination? what exactly was he testing? your mind felt fuzzy, slowly letting your guard down and focusing on the pleasure from vox's handjob. he cooed, urging you to relax, his pumps getting a bit faster but still gentle. soon enough you were leaning on his shoulder as he sat next to you, watching you drift a little. however, his hand didn't stop, determined to see what cute expression you'd have when you'd come undone. you tried to jut focus on the feeling rather than the pesky little details and circumstances.

"there we go, thats it. good boy. relax. ill do the work." vox's praises felt like poison to your brain, feeling more stupider by the second. the demon thanked his magic once more, his voices effect much more impactful than anyone else's. a few more minutes of his constant muttering and shook, tensing and trying to sit up until vox had shushed and pushed you back down, this time maneuvering your body to lay on his lap. the doctor smiled down at you, his long black hair framing his face. his hand squeezed your balls and you hissed.

you couldn't remember or fathom how your doctors appointment had started with you sitting on the examination table alone, and somehow, ended with your head on his thigh as he continued to milk your cock. vox used his other hand to gently rake his black nails against your scalp, groaning in appreciation when the demon avoided the spot that made your head hurt.

the doctor noticed the way your hips kept bucking, chuckling and picking up the pace. "are you close, y/n? do you want me to stop?" you shook your head no, pleading for him to continue, desperate for your prolonged release. vox hummed, his hand stroking you as fast and hard as he could, making you see stars. your body jolted again, vox's hands keeping you from moving or shying away.

you couldn't even beg him to slow down, one last thrust of your hips had you cumming long, thick spurts of semen all over his hand. he didn't seem to mind either, still pumping and pleasuring you through your orgasm until he deemed you had enough. not that he wanted to, however, he still had an appointment in about 20 minutes and he needed to disinfect his examination table now. the consequences of keeping up a reputation.

you were still laying in vox's lap while he massaged your scalp, the doctor looking down at you with a smile. "all done baby?" he chuckled at your flustered expression, showing off how messy his hand was. thick ropes of cum covered his long fingers, your face growing hot. "you came a lot, look at you." he chuckled, wanting to tease you more and more. he hoped that he would have the opportunity to fluster you again. you whined pitifully, drained of energy to reply as he held you close. you two stood in silence for a bit while he calmed you down. his heart swooned at how pliant and obedient you were, leaning into his hand as he petted you, flaccid dick still in his hand.

"..i think you may need some more appointments with me, y/n. i need to perform some more tests to make sure your memory will be working properly." a lousy excuse, vox knows. but the way you slowly nod and curl up on his lap washes any guilt he had in his heart away. "okay. can i lay here for a few minutes though? my head hurts." you spoke softly, the demon nodding and tenderly rubbing your scalp a bit more now. you keened like a little cat, breath slowing and easy.

vox didn't mind using his profession to justify his urge to see you again. soon enough, you'll learn to trust him outside of his clinic, too.

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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Under The Cover Of Darkness

Summary: Managing to escape Lloyd is a feat in itself, but staying hidden? Impossible.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, detailed violence/murder, knife play, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of past drugging, dacryphilia, female masturbation, multiple (forced-ish) orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: I haven’t described Lloyd as “dark” because that’s legit canon, but consider him just as unhinged as he is in TGM. Yeah, I’m fully on board this sociopath train, but can ya blame me? Major thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for the shameless enablement and to my beta Stacey who always manages to work wonders with my utter garbage first/second/twelfth drafts. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“Michael?” you sleepily mutter, stretching out and feeling cold sheets beside you. Running your palms over them, you panic for a moment, leaning up on your elbow as your eyes blearily scan the room for any sign of your boyfriend. Your breath quickens in fear, but as your gaze lands on a strip of light coming from your en-suite, you slump back against the pillows in quiet relief.

It’s okay, he’s just in the bathroom. It’s okay, he’s just in the bathroom.

The mantra repeats until you feel your body relax, sleep slowly creeping back to claim you. It circles around in your head once more, moments from drifting off when a dull thud pulls you right back into the room.

Your eyes spring open, darting straight towards the slither of light before you call out, “Mike?” again, only this time a little louder.

No answer.

The thud happens again, from the other side of the bathroom door and you sit up, clutching the covers to your chest.

“Mike, honey, are you alright?”

Still no answer and you start to worry. Has he suddenly become ill and collapsed? You wait a beat, ears straining to hear any residual noise— a cough, a retch, a sneeze— but nothing comes. It’s too quiet now. Eerily silent.

Slowly, you push away the covers and climb out of bed, carefully tiptoeing towards the closed door. You’re only two or three steps away when the doorknob rattles and you retreat a little, waiting to see Michael’s face bathed in golden light.

The door opens and golden light does flood into the bedroom, just like you wished, but it’s not Michael’s face you see… It's Lloyd’s.

Light bathes the devil in an ironic angelic glow. A complete oxymoron if ever you’ve seen one.

“Pumpkin! You’re awake,” he smiles wide and you instantly recoil in horror. “Just in time for the main event.”

Stumbling backwards hurriedly, you trip over the sheets and fall to the floor with a loud thud as Lloyd strides towards you. You glance up at his towering form, eyes temporarily drawn to the dark stains spotted across his garish white jeans.

You always hated his awful fashion sense.

“Whe-where’s Mike?” you stutter around the lump in your throat, afraid of the answer.

“Oh, that was his name,” Lloyd laughs menacingly with a slap to his thigh. “You mean this guy?” He steps aside, his stare focused on you as you look beyond him and release a bloodcurdling scream.

The bathroom is in total disarray. Toiletries lay all over the floor and Mike sits slumped against the toilet, mouth hanging agape. His eyes are swollen shut, lips cracked and split, his nose is visibly broken and the angry red welt around his neck oozes with sticky vermilion as the ends of the garrote hang loosely down his chest like a macabre necklace. The disturbing scene in front of you is hard enough to look at. Yet somehow the sight of his shredded fingertips, reduced to bloody strips where he furiously clawed at the piano wire ligature until his dying breath, sickens you to your stomach. Bile burns the back of your throat as you swallow a retching cry, the acrid stench of copper filling your nostrils. He would have fought back, he would have tried, for you.

“Wh-why?” is all you can think to ask, even though you know why.

You’ve been expecting this moment for a year, every day looking over your shoulder in case he found you, despite all the lengths you’ve gone to, to make sure that didn’t happen. But you failed. Failed Mike and now he’s dead.

Lloyd comes to crouch at your feet and you flinch when his hand grips your knee, his thumb rubbing your skin far too gently for his violent nature.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his beloved switchblade and flicks it open with one perfected snap of his wrist. You hate the way your body instantly tenses at the sight of it. Like muscle memory. Itching to feel it scrape over your skin. You try not to let your fear show, subtly shifting your knee out of his reach. But his grip is bruising, holding you firmly in place and you can see the malevolence in his eyes, he knows what effect it’s subconsciously having on you.

Tears finally spill over your lashes and quiet sobs escape, morbidly wishing yourself into Mike’s place. At least that way you’d be free from the hell you know Lloyd is dying to administer, the delight of his amusement making his cold azure eyes shine brighter in the dimly lit room.

“Hey, c’mon now,” he whispers, but the tenderness in which he says it sounds wrong and he leans forward, his ridiculous moustache grazing your cheek, “at least save your tears ’til I’m fucking you.”

You lift your knee sharply and it connects with the underside of Lloyd’s jaw. A muffled grunt escapes him as he falls backwards onto his ass and you try to crawl away as fast as your body will allow. Your phone is on the nightstand, and you attempt to reach up for it but Lloyd’s behind you in seconds, grabbing your ankle and roughly tugs you away.

You scream, yell and kick out as he climbs on top of you, but all too quickly he overpowers you. He wastes no time in slicing through your sleep shorts with the knife, the cool steel tickling your flesh before he settles between your thighs as you lay there, resigned to your fate. He grinds down against you and the feel of his hard cock rubbing over your bare pussy causes a wave of repulsion tinged with heat to swim through you.

“Didn’t want you to see him like that just yet, but I wasn’t expecting you to wake up so soon. You always were such a heavy sleeper,” he mutters above you, teasing your collarbone with the tip of his blade. “Or maybe that’s from all the drugs I used to ply you with,” he adds with a chuckle. “Such a perfect little fuck toy.”

The revelation stuns you, but you manage to train your features to remain impassive. Now all those mornings you woke up groggy as hell and sore between your legs suddenly make sense.

Lloyd’s lips curl into a snarl when you don’t react. “C’mon pumpkin, give me something,” he grits, increasing the pressure of the blade against your skin. The sting makes you blanch a little, but it isn’t enough.

His hand moves south and sudden intense weight mounts against your sex as he strokes your folds apart, and you hate that you can feel your wetness rubbing off on his skin. Lloyd’s thumb brushes your clit in that magical way only he knows how and you let go of a little breathy gasp, your walls instantly welcoming the intrusion when he pushes his fingers inside you, crooked perfectly against the spongy spot that makes your toes curl either side of his thighs and stars to dot your vision.

It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re coming, drenching his hand, the obscene squelch of your juices drowned out only by your meagre whimpering.

“Fuck, I’ve missed that sound,” he huffs out.

And it seems your body has missed him more than you’re willing to admit when he finally bottoms out inside you. Thankfully your dead boyfriend’s eyes are forever shut so he can’t bear witness to the number of times Lloyd effortlessly manages to make you come.

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thesupremecatmaster · 1 year

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Not Without You | Chapter Two

Summary - You want to know what Ghost's problem is? Well, you got it.

Relationship - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2,342

Warnings - Angst, ghost gets c*ckblocked

A/N - Thanks to @poopypantilonies again for helping me edit this chapter. Just wanted to add since I forgot to last time, I am a full-time college student. My plan is to update once a week, but my assignments might get in the way of that, and if they do then I apologize in advance. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so maybe you'll enjoy reading it. :-)

Link to ao3

Chapter One

I do not own any Modern Warfare characters.

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Price called you and the rest of task force 141 into a meeting room to go over the details of the plan that’s a few months out, just like Soap said. It was sort of cut and paste, Hassan will be hiding somewhere with the Las Almas cartel and you’ll show up knocking at their door. Everyone was paying close attention, but your mind kept drifting to other matters.

Ghost was standing so close to you that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. It had been two weeks since you first arrived back onto the Los Vaqueros base in Mexico and Ghost has yet to say more than a few measly words to you. It was starting to become really annoying. It was like you had become the ghost in some ironic way.

“Any questions?” Price said as he took a quick scan of the room. No one moved or said anything. With a slight nod of his head he continued, “Alright, well as we get closer to the mission date, details may start to change. If they do I’ll do another debrief. Dismissed.” Everyone said a quick “Yes, sir” before filing out of the room.

Ghost had quickly made his way out of the room, but with a few ‘excuse me’s, you caught up to him. “Hey, Simo-”

He quickly cut you off by saying “Lieutenant.” His large steps made it practically impossible for you to keep up.

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you went to speak, but not before almost tripping over your own feet from moving so fast just to stay at his pace, “Fuck! Lieutenant,” you said, “Can you please stop for a second?” With a deep sigh he abruptly stopped just before he reached the doors to exit the building and turned towards you, causing you to run straight into his chest.

Suddenly nervous from bumping into him and the way his eyes were just peering straight into your soul now, you took a few steps back and quietly said, “Why have you been avoiding me?” His stature and how he loomed over you made you regret even deciding to confront him on this. Was it immature? Foolish? His eyes were so relentless, the black around them definitely didn’t help that.

“I haven’t been,” his voice grew gruffer. Was he mad at you? Obviously he had been since he couldn’t seem to scrounge together enough time to visit you, especially after what you went through. It was hard to have seen the people under your command explode in front of you. It was harder now that the person you thought would understand your pain wasn’t there for you at all.

“Then why didn’t you visit me at the hospital? Or even say anything to me since I’ve gotten back onto base?”

He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. He was really starting to piss you off. There were boots approaching from behind you. The loud thumping of them seemed so distant, your head pounded with frustration and you could only focus on how cold Ghosts eyes were. The sudden touch of a hand on your shoulder took you by surprise.

Your slight jump made Soaps hand pull back, you were the first to break the eye contact you and Ghost shared as you turned to look at Soap who seemed unaffected by the growing tension that he had interrupted. Looking between both of you he said, “Sorry to interrupt, but Gaz was talking about doing something for lunch together,” he said. When no one said anything he continued, “Would you two like to join?”

“No,” Ghost quickly replied and turned, pushing the double doors open to leave the hallway you had been in for what seemed like an eternity. Shit. Realizing you didn’t get the answer you needed, you turned to Soap and said, “I’ll be there, just give me a few minutes,” before flashing him a quick smile and pushing the double doors open.

After doing a quick jog to catch up to Ghost once again, you felt the anger of his non response bubbling inside you. Not thinking, you shoved his shoulder and practically shouted, “What the fuck is your problem?” Your shove did nothing to him except cause an annoyance.

He swung around to face you, “My problem is that you never know when to quit!” he replied in the same tone you used on him. Fuck, he was scary. His eyes seemed to flash red and his voice was deeper than you were used to. You immediately regretted the way you approached this the second time around.

Annoyingly, you could feel the prickle of tears. You refused to look this weak in front of him. There was a sinking feeling making it’s way into your chest. You gave him one last look, tears almost ready to fall now, and turned around back the way you came. You refused to look back at him as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

This lunch idea that Gaz had wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. It was just you, Gaz, and Soap sitting in the dining facility on base, eating the just okay food that was offered. Compared to what you’ve seen from mess halls before, you were just grateful it wasn’t mush and actually recognizable.

Soap said your last name after swallowing a mouthful of food, “What was happening between you and Ghost earlier?”

Your face grew warm, and you didn’t know if it was from anger or embarrassment. You didn’t want anyone to know how easily Ghost could sway your emotions, especially not Soap or Gaz. Yeah, you were close with them, but you still didn’t like to come across as anything other than tough. You had worked very hard to get to this point, and it definitely wasn’t by putting the feelings you had for a member of your team on full display for everyone to say. “Oh, it was nothing, just wanted to ask him what kind of eyeliner he used,” you said with the straightest face you could muster. Gaz and Soap shared a look before they began to laugh. You couldn’t back your laughter either. This is definitely what you needed after the headache that he-who-must-not-be-named put you through.

“Wonder if the commissary on base keeps it in stock just for him,” Gaz said between his spurts of laughter.

You guys talked, cracked jokes, and laughed for who knows how long. You sure as hell didn’t until you looked down at the digital watch on your wrist, “Oh shit, it’s late!” It was 5:30. Okay sure, it wasn’t that late, but you had been there awhile. You decided it was time to call it quits and head back to your room in the dormitories. You said your goodbyes to Soap and Gaz before leaving the hall.

The air was cool against your face and the sky was slowly starting to turn that light violet color that happens right before sunset. As you walked, the shadows of the buildings began to grow and grow. It was getting dark quicker than you expected and you felt like you were being watched.

Your pace quickened as you saw the building that housed the teams rooms. Once you had left Soap and Gaz, that sinking feeling settled back into your chest. You felt so dumb after confronting Ghost. What right did you really have to do that?

You finally reached the door to your room and entered. The familiar space let you relax at least a little bit. You untied your boots and kicked them off before sitting on your bed, letting out a deep sigh. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. With a groan, you got up and opened it to see who’d be bothering you.

Unexpectedly, you were met with a skull mask. Your eyes hardened as you met his stare. “What?” you said coldly.

Ghost cleared his throat, “May I come in?” Your brain was screaming at you to say no and tell him to fuck off, but you just couldn’t pull yourself to do it. There was something in his eyes that made you cave. With a nod, you stepped aside letting him squeeze past you. He didn’t have his usual plate vest, the millions of straps he always had on, or his gloves, just his grey jacket, jeans, and boots.

Closing the door behind him, you asked, “What did you come here for?”

“I…” he looked down at his hands, “I wanted to.. apologize for what I said earlier.”

An apology from Mr. Tough Guy? You crossed your arms over your chest, “Get on with it then.”

Clearing his throat once more, his gaze moved up to your eyes and said, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, it’s just that..,” He fell silent.

Your patience being test, “It’s just that what?” You said in the calmest voice you could muster up.

He took a step closer to you, “It’s just that I’ve never had feelings like this before except for when I was a school boy,” his eyes softened, “I feel this incessant need to protect you, be there for you,” another step. “You being hurt made me feel somehow responsible for what happened.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming from the mask, “What..?”

Step. “I couldn’t bare to see you in that hospital bed, hurt from something I could’ve at least tried to prevent,” one last step before you were practically touching, “These feelings scared me and I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling them, which is why I’ve been so cold to you.”

You were at a loss for words. “Simon, you must know that there was nothing you could’ve done to stop it,”

He shook his head, “I should’ve been there with you, there were so many variables I could’ve changed, but…I didn’t. I hated the dark feeling it gave me just thinking about it all, thinking about you hurt.”

“I.. I don’t know what to say,” you were looking up at him, he stood so tall over you. It was ironic to think about this huge man being so open towards you. “What are you trying to tell me?”

Your first name rolled so easily off his tongue, “I have feelings for you.”

You felt your face grow hot, your heart beating so loud you started to think maybe he could hear it. You had always imagined him admitting his feelings to you, but he was so stoic and nonchalant you never thought he would actually do it, “So do I, Simon,” The lump in your throat made it hard to speak those words.

He placed his large hands on your waist. He leaned his head down so that his mouth was next to your neck, “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about you,” His hot breath tickled as he spoke. Your arms reached up for his shoulders, leaving more space for him to pull you closer to him. “Have you thought about me in the same way?”

You desperately wanted to tell him that ever since you joined 141 you’ve wanted this, you just always thought it wasn’t going to happen. “Yes, I have,” was all you could manage to say without revealing too much about just how deeply you felt for him. You wanted to kiss him so badly, or just even to feel his skin against yours. You reached up for the hem of his sun-bleached mask, moving to pull it up. With one swift motion he grabbed your hands and pulled away from you.

“No, don’t do that,” his eyes were so tender, they almost seemed hurt that you tried to remove the thing that gave him his anonymity.

“Why? Are you ugly under there?” You joked, hoping to ease the tension of your boundary crossing. He let out a chuckle.

“Quite the opposite,” you could hear the smirk in the way he said it. What a cheeky bastard. With that boundary understood now, he closed the distance between you two once more. This time his hand slipped under your shirt and rested on the small of your back, his hand felt cool against your warm skin.

“I couldn’t stand the terrible feeling I got from seeing the way you were upset with me, especially after I snapped at you,” His free hand caressed your cheek as his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, gently pulling it down, “I hadn’t realized just how much I was hurting you,” his hand began to move down your side, stopping at the hem of your pants and gently pushing in, “Let me make it up to you..”, you could feel his calloused fingers against your skin and he finally moved into your panties. You could feel your heat pulse with anticipation.

A knock came at the door, followed by the doorknob turning. Shit. Ghosts head whipped towards the door as he quickly pulled away from you. The room turned cold.

When the door opened, it was Soap. He looked between you two and raised an eyebrow, “Whats going on here?” Without a word, Ghost moved past Soap in the doorway, looking over his shoulder at you just before he left your sight. Soap had watched Ghost leave too, but now he was looking at you, still expecting an answer.

Your face flushed, still experiencing the warm feelings Ghost gave you, you cleared your throat and said, “It was nothing.” Soap narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t fully believe you, but he continued anyways, “Just wanted to say goodnight before I headed off to bed.”

You gave him a small smile and said, “Well, goodnight.”

Soap gave a tiny nod and said, “Goodnight,” before he closed the door. You could hear his footsteps making their way down the hall. With a breath of relief you fell onto your bed. What the fuck just happened?

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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I know you just wrote it but can we have more of the winter soldier-like au for the wednesday prompt?

i have to go to work in a bit but i HAD to write the next part so i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

“Isabelle.” Magnus says, low and cool and she turns, eyes wide with hope and hands trembling. Her bright eyes dim and she looks dull when she realizes he’s alone.

Around them, the gloomy halls of the Silent City seem to warp. Jem assured him this was the safest place to meet with any nephilim, especially an Iron Sister.

“You didn’t bring him?”

“Why would I ever let him near any nephilim again?” Magnus asks coldly, looking at Isabelle with disdain where once there was a sliver of fondness. “Even his own sister can’t stop from betraying him once again.”

“I haven’t!” She protests, “Magnus I swear to you. I couldn’t.”

“And yet, the nephilim children you thoughtlessly gave information to weren't so smart. They went straight to Imogen and when she finished regaling them with details, they showed up to demand the weapon I stole from the clave.”

Isabelle pales and she shakes her head, “no, Magnus. You have to understand, I just... she needs help. You’re the only one I could think of that might be able to!”

“You thought you could rewrite history. You see those reckless children and you see yourself, Isabelle. So tell me, my dear.” The endearment is mocking and cruel where once it was sincere and she flinches, closing her eyes, “why must Alexander be sacrificed a second time for a little girl too spoiled to care about others?”

Isabelle takes a deep breath and she laughs, bitter and weary.

“I’m never going to see him again, am I?”

“Perhaps if he’s better by the time you die, I’ll let him visit you on your deathbed.” It’s more than she deserves and they both know it, even if Magnus normally refrains from being so cruel.

“Magnus, I really didn’t mean to.”

“You never do, Isabelle. You went to the Iron Sisters to do better, so why are we here? Back at where we began?”

“I just want him back, Magnus.” Isabelle whispers, voice hoarse and thick with tears, “it’s been decades. I miss my hermano. I just wanted to see him, I thought maybe—” She trails off, unwilling to voice her absurdly selfish wants that have once again put her brother in danger.

There is danger once again and the clave have been reminded that Magnus has something they consider theirs.

Magnus looks at her and he believes her.

That doesn’t change a thing.

“Then perhaps, Isabelle. You shouldn’t have betrayed him.” Magnus turns, walking away because this was the sole purpose of the meeting. If Isabelle continues to help little Clarissa Fray and her blonde shadow, then Magnus will deal with her as he vowed to, when she first cost him his love.

—

Izzy sighs as she watches Magnus leave and she shakes her head at herself. She knows better, she really does and yet in her impatience, with the fear of dying from old age without seeing Alec one last time, she let it get the best of her.

Which means that now, she might not even get to see her brother.

Its a sign of impatience that Izzy thought she trained out of herself.

“Izzy?” Cleophas asks as she returns and Izzy gives a bland, cool smile and nods to her friend. “Are you alright?”

“I made a mistake.” Izzy admits, which she rarely does and it makes Cleophas send her a second, concerned look. “I don’t know if I can salvage anything from the shards.” Because Cleophas thinks she’s talking about a weapon, but Izzy is talking about the last bonds of the strained relationship between her and Magnus that she just managed to shatter.

“You’ve always been able to create masterpieces, even from a ruined piece.” Cleophas reminds her dryly and Izzy gives a polite smile back, but her heart isn’t in it.

“Sometimes, the most valuable things are too delicate to repair.” Is all she says and when she gets to her rooms, Izzy sighs and stares at the picture of a young, fifteen year old Izzy with Alec on her dresser. It’s an old picture and the only other picture Izzy loves as much is hidden.

She retrieves it now and stares.

She’s freshly seventeen in the picture and Alec is in it, Magnus wrapped around him and the three of them are in one of Magnus’ many homes. Whisked away by portal while Alec and Izzy pretended to just be out on their own for her birthday.

It’s one of many times that Alec included her, despite how dangerous it was to have anyone know of his relationship with Magnus.

Ultimately, it was Izzy’s own hubris that broke them all and she sighs and pets her fingers over her brother's face.

Her own hair is gray now and there are lines in the corner of her eyes and mouth and while her beauty is still revered, all she can wonder is how Alec looks.

Does he still look young, caught in the age he was when she lost him? Or is Magnus fighting time as well as magic and Izzy stiffles a sob, because Magnus looks as young as he did when they first met.

It brings up too many painful memories that Izzy has to force herself to choke her emotions down.

Magnus refused to reach out during the Uprising or even in the two decades since it failed and Izzy knows she could have requested a meeting with him, but she was terrified to be denied.

It was an accident, mentioning Magnus to Clary. A mistake that Izzy is going to pay for and it’s a price she doesn’t think she’s willing to accept.

Which means that Izzy needs to find a way to once again endear herself to Magnus.

The best way to the High Warlock’s heart — for the last forty plus years at least — has always been through Alec.

So, Izzy grits her teeth and squares her shoulders and reminds herself to be strong.

She’s the Lightwood heir, despite joining the Iron Sisters.

If committing treason and sending adamas and books to Magnus to help him save Alec from a countdown that Izzy started, she’ll do it.

please remember that izzy was super young and it was complicated. magnus blames her and she blames herself and it is her fault but there were also extenuating circumstances and ofc the clave took it too far

izzy also hasn't seen alec in decades and suddenly this kid who reminds her of herself with a blonde shadow. she doesn't meet jace because male, so she just sort of assigns him alec's personality and basically accidentally emotionally manipulates herself

also izzy is super endeared by clary and only met her the once.

this doesn't have a name yet

also remember that magnus is super biased and clary showing up sputing bs hit every switch imaginable

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lighwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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