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make you cry | part one
part two
pairing: beomgyu x you
summary: beomgyu is your manwhore best friend who you've been secretly in love with for years. one night, he asks you to blur the lines between friendship and physical intimacy for his own convenience.
genre: ANGST, romance, smut (mdni), fwb
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!gyu, eventual sub!gyu, fingering (vaginal), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, if i missed anything lmk!
word count: 4.2k
notes: hi friends! i'm not completely satisfied with this, but i'd rather it be done than sitting in my drafts. pls don't be mean ;_;
being in love with your best friend is not for the faint of heart, you think. in some cases, it’s the easiest thing in the world, but beomgyu makes it difficult. he’s not a bad guy, at least not deep down, but as you watch him break the heart of another notch in his belt, you can’t help but shiver at the fact that he’d very easily do the same to you if you gave him that chance. not that you ever will, that is, but the thought still remains.
you met in grade school. for you, it was a classic case of love at first sight. you had just fallen off the swingset and the teacher had yet to notice you, so you were crying alone when he came up to you with a dinosaur bandaid in tow. he looked like an angel with the sun encircling him, and even as a child, you thought he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen as he held his little hand out for you to grasp. you had no chance to steel your heart when he asked you if you wanted to be friends, and after that, the rest is history.
that was years ago, but the image of him holding out his hand is engraved in your bones. you think about it even now as you watch him make the poor, unfortunate girl in front of you bawl like a baby. she asks him why he's doing this, what she did wrong, how she can fix it to make him stay. but he's dead set on breaking her heart tonight. and you'll be the one who takes his tipsy ass home after he's done ruining this girl’s perception of love. you’re nothing more than a glorified lackey and enabler, but that's just how it is.
“god, i don’t know why they can never just let go. they always have to make it so hard,” he grumbles in the passenger’s seat of your care. he seems more annoyed than genuinely upset and you can’t help but to feel for the girl who he just unceremoniously dumped in the middle of a house party, so you speak up for once.
“it’s not her fault, beoms. she just really likes you,” you reason. not that it matters, anyway, but you feel better after speaking your mind.
“so it’s my fault? i just don’t get it. i told her no strings attached from the beginning. the fact that she took it seriously is her own problem.” well, nevermind about feeling better. you feel even worse for her now.
“it’s hard not to get attached to you,” you mumble.
“what?” he asks, not even really paying attention to what you’re saying, but still asking for the sake of being (what he thinks is) polite.
“no, it’s nothing,” you reply quickly.
“mmm,” he nods, completely preoccupied with his own issues to really give a fuck about what you have to say. then, as if by a stroke of genius, he says his next words without much thought.
“i just thought of something! you would never act like that with me, would you?” you can’t help but scowl. of course you’d act like that. you’re a normal human being with normal feelings. you’ve already fallen for beomgyu without the physical intimacy, so you can’t imagine how you’d act if you actually had sex with him. but you can’t tell him that, or else he’d start suspecting something.
“i guess not,” you sigh.
“then why don’t we hook up instead?” he asks, genuinely earnest.
“no,” you say simply.
“why not?” he frowns, somewhat offended.
“i’m not interested,” you shrug. you don’t realize that your indifference has the opposite effect on beomgyu. what he perceives as your disgust only interests him more.
“c’mon, i’d definitely show you a good time,” he argues.
“i’m fine, thanks.”
“no, you’re not fine. you haven’t slept with anybody in months. not since what’s-his-name, right? it’s the perfect deal. i’ll give you the time of your life and i’ll get to fuck without any feelings involved.” you try your hardest not to say it’s too late for that. those words will never leave your mouth, though. or else he’d drop you like a hot potato.
“i said no and i mean no. besides, i kind of like somebody right now.” you’re not lying, really. you truly do like, even love, somebody right now, and he’s sitting right next to you.
“who is he?” he asks. “actually, your taste in men is so shit, i don't even wanna know.” usually, that would hurt your feelings, but this whole situation is so fucked up you can’t even find it in you to stifle your laugh.
“true.” he cocks an eyebrow at your answer. you should, in theory, vehemently deny this. just how shitty is this guy for you to not even put up a fight?
“okay, i lied. now i really wanna know. who is he? yeonjun?” he asks. you giggle even more.
“no. yeonjun is sweet, but no. and i’m not telling you, so you should give up.”
“you think yeonjun is sweet in comparison? damn, this guy must be fucking scum,” he laughs. you can’t help but shake your head with an airy laugh of your own. yeah, he’s so awful he even makes yeonjun look sweet. at least it seems like yeonjun has a conscience when he fucks somebody over. beomgyu, for the most part, has none.
“he’s not all bad,” you say softly, still smiling and resting your head on the headrest of your car.
“but still bad,” he argues.
“mhmm,” you hum. “still bad.”
-
beomgyu doesn’t mention hooking up again after that, and for that you are thankful, you think. is there a part of you that regrets not saying yes? in a way, you do. who wouldn’t want to be even closer to the one they love? but you know the closeness would be a lie. even if you were in closer proximity physically, he’d still be far away emotionally. too far to ever catch him. and so you sit at the counter of this shitty bar and watch him try to woo one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, and by the looks of it, it’s working. you smile bitterly and down another shot, making your stomach feel hotter and hotter. you know that by the end of the night, you’ll feel sick, but you’d rather be physically sick and drunk rather than emotionally sick and sober.
“you okay?” kai asks, sliding into the seat next to yours and cutting into your daze with ease.
“aren’t i always?” you answer with a wry smile.
“it’s that bad, huh?” he asks. beomgyu is your best friend, sure, but kai is the only person in the world who knows about your feelings for him. he also feels like the only person in the world who would understand them.
“yeah, it is,” you mumble, downing yet another drink as you watch beomgyu grinding on the girl salaciously.
“wanna get out of here?” he asks sympathetically. you should say no. beomgyu will be angry that you left him, even if he’d ditch you in a heartbeat to get laid. but now, as you watch him shoving his tongue in the red-lipped mouth of the girl who will now be the impossible standard you’ll hold yourself to from hereon out, you can’t bring yourself to care.
“i do,” you smile, for real this time, and his grin matches yours.
you’re so drunk, you barely remember how you got home, but you’re here and so is hyuka. you don’t cry, even if he kind of wishes you would just so you could let it all out. you laugh, even, as he tells his dorky jokes and beats your ass in mario kart. things are going so well, you don’t even hear the pounding on your door until kai says something about it.
“i’ll get it,” he says soothingly when you unsteadily try to stand up.
“thanks, hyuka,” you smile. and that smile stays planted on your face until you see who’s at the door. beomgyu. and by the looks of it, he’s pissed.
“what the fuck is your problem?! how could you just leave me there alone?” he asks as soon as he’s let in. your face sinks and all prior happiness is washed away in an instant.
“you weren’t alone,” kai cuts in defensively. “she was alone until i came and got her.” beomgyu is actually a little embarrassed by this blatant callout, but he’d sooner die than admit it.
“well, she should’ve said something, at least,” he counters, face still hot and voice still as loud as ever.
“i thought you were going home with that girl,” you reply meekly.
“and you couldn’t just ask?!” he snaps.
“you’re being an asshole,” kai argues. “nobody wants to watch you tonguing down some random girl, and she’s not your babysitter.” the room is deathly quiet after this. beomgyu is fishing for words, but he’s too drunk to quite think of any at the moment. he wishes he were sober so he could put kai in his place, but the words never come. all he knows is he’s pissed beyond anything he can properly articulate and it’s driving him crazy.
“you’re drunk,” kai adds sternly. “go home.”
“hyuka, it's okay,” you say gently. “he's too drunk for that. he can crash on the couch.” beomgyu doesn't know why, but he scowls at the nickname.
“but —”
“it's okay,” you repeat. kai’s face looks torn.
“alright, then i'll head out,” he relents after a few seconds. “the both of you just need some sleep,” he says with a sharp glance towards beomgyu, who is still fuming, by the way.
“thank you,” you say with a terse smile. he returns it with a smile of his own and shuts the door behind him. beomgyu watches the entire interaction and somehow feels even worse.
“what the fuck was that? is he the guy you’re hung up on or something?”
“no!” you exclaim incredulously. “hyuka is a nice guy, and he’s just… helping me with some things right now.” you’re not the most eloquent person on a good day, much less while drunk, so that’s all you can really say at the moment.
“what ‘things’ could he possibly be helping you with?” he snaps before realization dawns on him. “you told him about that guy, didn’t you?! you can tell him but you can’t tell me?”
“he… he just understands,” you say. you knew beomgyu wouldn’t just let this shit go and be done with it. he’s like a child finding out his dog likes somebody better than he likes him, and it’s exhausting.
“are you sleeping with him?”
“what, no!” you say firmly.
“you are, aren’t you?” he sneers. “you won’t let me touch you, but you’re letting him?”
“is it so hard to believe that a man just wants to be my friend without wanting to fuck me?” truthfully, yes. you’re good looking and his experience tells him that men always harbor those intentions. well, he does, at least. and for some reason, as he looks at you in your big t-shirt and sweatpants, those intentions are brewing even more.
“beomgyu?” you ask tentatively. his eyes are so intense it seems like he’s even more pissed off, somehow. your innocent look stokes the flames of what’s already been burning for you.
as if he’s possessed, he stalks his way over to you, grabs your face before you can even react, and plants a bruising kiss on your soft lips. you gasp when he meanly takes your bottom lip between his teeth and he can’t help but chuckle. the kiss is cruel for so many reasons, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t knock you off of your feet. you’re usually so restrained around him for reasons only you and kai know, but you feel your inhibitions melt as his tongue enters your mouth. he tastes like alcohol, but then, so do you, and he doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, if his hungry kiss in any indication, he seems to love it.
one of his hands travel under your big hoodie and he tweaks your already hardened nipple between his fingers.
“does that feel good, baby?” he asks lowly, and you feel yourself becoming even more wet. you're too embarrassed to respond, but judging from his tone, he already knows your answer.
his kisses are unrelenting and fierce, no gentleness or care to be seen, but you’re so sweet he can’t control himself. he’s been wanting to do this ever since he hit puberty, but you’ve never seemed interested in him for reasons he can’t understand. but now, you seem more than interested as you let him lead you to your bedroom. he lays you down on your bed and takes off your sweatpants. when he sees you, naked and glistening just from a few touches, he licks his lips in anticipation.
“all this from a few kisses?” he teases, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. you can do nothing but gasp in response as he pushes one of his long, calloused fingers into your heat.
“s-so tight, it’s sucking me in,” he moans. “i can’t wait to see how you feel around my cock.” he adds a second finger and curls, hitting your sweet spot. all you can do is moan as he takes his thumb and rolls your clit. he watches your body rise and fall with the pleasure and it fascinates him like nothing he’s ever seen. your eyes are screwed shut, but he can’t help but prod and tease to see the different facial expressions you show him. before long, he’s pounding into you. the sound of squelches mixed with your moans only goads him further and further until you’re clenching down mercilessly on his fingers.
“aww, does that feel good, baby?” he coos. “wanna feel even better?” post-release clarity should hit you right about now, but you’re only more eager when he removes his clothes. his lengthy cock, angry and reddened, springs up and slaps his stomach. you whimper at the sight and he smirks at how needy you are.
he hovers over you and slowly, agonizingly slowly, he begins to rub his stiffened length up and down your slit.
“gyu, you need a condom —” you begin to protest.
“why? i’m clean. and i don’t fuck just anyone raw,” he argues as the head of his cock comes dangerously close to hooking on your entrance. you’ve never been able to say no to him for any meaningful amount of time, so relenting isn’t out of the ordinary for you. but more than that, his words, though unromantic, spark a bit of hope in your heart. you’re special, you think.
“do you trust me?” he asks.
no. not at all.
“of course.” and he pushes in. his arrogance falters as you take him in, inch by throbbing inch. it’s a tight fit, and the way you clench around the tip of his cock only drives him further and further into madness. how can you feel so good? how can this feel so perfect?
your poor pussy is equal parts trying to suck him in and trying to resist so the intrusion is forced out. to him, it feels like heaven.
“t-tight!” he hisses. “relax, baby, or you’re gonna break me.” for some reason, his words comfort you, allowing him smooth entry until he’s completely sheathed in you. you both moan when he completely bottoms out, balls hitting your ass in the most lewd way. his precum mixed with the result of your release seep into the bedsheets. he stays there for just a moment, pushing your hair out of your face, and his next words are uncommonly tender.
“you look so pretty like this,” he muses, and you don’t even have time to blush before he’s unsteadily pulling out, pussy pulling him back in like it never wants him to leave, then thrusting back in again.
“oh m-my god,” he says as he begins to ram into you. “so good, baby. you’re taking me so well.”
“b-big!” is all you can manage to say as he continues to fuck you open.
“oh baby, are you going dumb on my cock? can’t even manage to get the words out, can you? it’s okay, don’t think. i’ll take care. of. you,” he says, punctuating each word with his mean thrusts.
you’re crying now, the pleasure too great to stifle your tears. beomgyu thinks you look absolutely lovely like this, lovelier than anyone he’s ever seen, especially when he looks at where you two are joined and watches himself enter and exit your puffy pussy. each gasp, each breathy whine you emit makes him feel crazier and crazier. he aches so much, he has no choice but to continue pounding into you until he's relieved. so he does. he’s gripping the plush of your thighs like he might die if he doesn’t have something to hold onto.
he leans over to give you a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth. when he parts from you, a lewd string of saliva falls from your mouths and he can’t control the chuckle that escapes him when he sees your pupils are blown out as you flounder for his lips again.
“look, baby. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you look down and see how his cock protrudes from your tummy as he rams in and out of you. “nobody else has fucked you right, but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to fix that.” your pussy involuntarily clenches at his filthy words and it’s enough to make you come.
“c-coming!” you manage to choke out as you spasm around him, back arching deliciously. he follows soon after, thrusts becoming uneven before you feel his cum shooting inside of you.
-
fucking beomgyu comes naturally, and often. he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. hooking up becomes almost a daily affair, but you’re so hungry for him you can’t bring yourself to protest. you fuck in his car, on his couch, over the fucking kitchen counter, even. all plans to go out with anyone else are immediately dashed in favor of being with him, instead. you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, and even if you know, know, know it’s fruitless, you can’t help but relent when he looks at you like a man starved.
“this can’t be good for you,” kai tells you one evening in the comfort of your apartment. it’s a rare occurrence to have a free night from beomgyu’s clutches. kai hasn’t seen you in weeks because you’ve been too “busy” with beomgyu.
“well, i know,” you sigh, too tired to argue with him.
“if you know, then why do you do it?” he asks tentatively. you can’t help but give him a look.
“you know why,” you say.
“he's just messing with your head. you know this can't end well.” you flinch at the word “end”. you know it, he knows it, beomgyu surely fucking knows it, but you can’t help but give in every time. “what are you gonna do when he inevitably fucks you over? and he will, just like always.”
“i… i’ll deal with it when the time comes,” you protest. he sees your defeated expression and lightly tilts your head so it’s resting on his shoulder. your retribution for your actions was always well on its way, but you didn’t know it would come so soon.
you hear a key turning in the door. there’s only one person in the world you’ve given a spare to, so you aren’t surprised in the slightest when beomgyu walks in with that signature smirk on his face. he scowls a bit when he’s greeted with the scene of you and kai sitting so intimately.
“am i interrupting something?” he scoffs as you raise your head from kai’s shoulder.
“no,” kai replies before you can even fix your lips to respond. to your mild surprise, he doesn't push any further.
“whatever,” he shrugs, plopping down next to the two of you and pulling out his phone.
“wanna see this girl whose number i got today?” he asks casually, swiping through his phone eagerly. so that's why he didn't wanna meet up. your heart feels like a hole’s been blown straight through it. you and kai share a deep look, which beomgyu completely misses as he pulls up a picture of a beautiful looking girl.
“this is her,” he says with a triumphant smirk. you don’t — can’t — respond. you just have a blank look on your face.
“what?” he asks petulantly. “she’s really pretty, look!” he insists, pulling up another picture. “she’s one of the hottest girls i’ve seen in a minute.”
any last shred of hope or dignity you have is strangled in its crib at his careless words. your eyes are hot and your stomach hurts so much you feel like you’re going to vomit. kai notices your discomfort and decides to put a stop to this once and for all.
“alright, that’s enough,” kai snaps. “nobody wants to see that shit.”
“what’s your fucking problem?” beomgyu retorts.
“my problem is that you’re a fucking moron. grow up.” beomgyu’s not one to get physical, at least not in a violent sense, but he’s on the precipice of breaking that streak at kai’s harsh words.
“stop, hyuka. it’s okay,” you say softly. beomgyu is so furious, he almost forgot you’re here, but he's genuinely confused by kai’s words.
“what's okay? what is it that you're not telling me?” beomgyu asks.
“it's not okay, actually. he’s fucking you but he comes around and pulls this shit right in front of you?! she won’t say it, but i will.”
“kai, don’t —”
“she doesn’t care! no strings attached, that’s always been the deal.”
“you may be stupid as fuck, but surely you’re not that stupid,” kai sneers. “so if you say you don’t already know, you’re just a fucking liar.” beomgyu pauses at this. is he saying what he thinks he’s saying? surely you didn’t catch feelings, right? but one look at your face, and he knows kai is telling the truth.
but why? and when?
“since when did you…”
“since always,” you say quietly.
“oh, fuck. look, i —”
“it’s okay. i already know,” you cut in. and you do already know, but you can’t bear to hear him say it. beomgyu, in all his glory, processes this and instead of regret, all he feels is anger.
“i’m the piece of shit guy you can’t get over? are you fucking serious?”
“hyuka, you should go,” you say instead of letting him watch the melodrama unfolding before him. kai looks uncertainly between the both of you before relenting.
“call me later, okay?” he says, wiping tears from your eyes that you didn’t realize had fallen.
“okay,” you reply with a sad smile. he sends beomgyu one last scathing look before gathering his shit and slamming the door behind him.
“you tricked me!” beomgyu exclaims as soon as the door shuts. “i would’ve never fucked you if i knew you’d be like this.” just like everyone else. he doesn’t need to voice the last part, but you already know he wants to say it, which just hurts you even more.
“did you really not know, or were you just pretending not to know ‘cause it’d be inconvenient for you?” that shuts him up. kai was right, he’d be stupid not to know. maybe not at first, but surely along the way. surely when you’d look at him so longingly after sleeping with him, or the way you’d look so sad when he didn't stay after sex.
“listen, i’m so sorry that you’re scared, or angry, or whatever it is you’re feeling. i really am. but are you so selfish that you really think nobody else is afraid to have their heart broken? and do you think that means you’re allowed to hurt everyone else instead?” you ask quietly. every new word pierces his heart like nothing he's ever felt before. he wants to say something, but for the life of him, he can’t think of anything quite fitting.
“i think you should leave,” you say after what feels like an eternity of silence. he looks at you with watery eyes and you almost feel guilty, but you’re through with feeling things for him that he’d never have the courtesy to feel for you. “go,” you repeat defeatedly, striding to the door and holding it open for him and he feels more and more like a rat you want to chase out of your home.
he looks like he wants to say something, but one look at you tells him you’re done listening. with heavy feet and an even heavier heart, he heads through the doorway, pausing only before he’s about to cross the threshold. he has a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him this is probably the last time he’ll be here.
“are we still friends after this?” he asks lowly, eyes wide and more desperate than you’ve ever seen them.
“no,” you say simply, and shut the door.
notes: not a ton of smut in this part, but i think the next part will have more i fear.
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sparing with Johnny, and you pin him down only to find that he's rock hard, maybe some teasing/sex? idk idk
(TF YOU MEAN “idk”?? THIS PROMPT IS HEAT AND I’M ‘BOUTTA COOK!! 🔥💯😤)
Johnny Cage x gn!reader (SFW/NSFM)
NOTE: This will be a two-parter because I just couldn't wait to post what I had already, lmao. This first part only has sexual themes and foreplay, while the second part will have actual smut (also, while this first part is totally GN, the second part will be mentioning afab anatomy, but I will still be using GN pronouns). I'm sorry this took so long to get to; I've been working almost every day for the past two weeks and ya girl is tired, lol. Was super excited to write for this though! :D
ALSO I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW ACTUAL FIGHTING WORKS I JUST MADE SHIT UP LMAO PLS DON'T COME AT ME
Pasted straight from Google Docs and NOT proofread, so please excuse any grammatical/continuity errors/syntax and formatting. I am also still VERY much an amateur writer so pls go easy on me <3
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51869623
Come On With a Come-on
For a ‘professional’, Johnny Cage is about the least professional person you’ve ever met. Propriety must be a foreign concept to him with how frequently he flirts with you, especially on set—you know, in front of all of your colleagues and crew? The man was shameless in his relentless pursual of you, like a goddamn dog with a bone. And worst of all? You liked it, and this fact frustrated you to no end.
How could you possibly be attracted to someone who is so insufferably arrogant, loud-mouthed, and impossibly far up his own ass? An ass that, admittedly, you find yourself staring at whenever you think he isn’t looking. But, because you’re an actual professional, you’ve rebuffed his every attempt to seduce you thus far. Plus, you had a reputation to keep and dignity to hold onto; you weren’t sullying either when the likely outcome would involve your face and name on countless tabloids.
Without warning, his stupid, smug, and incredibly handsome smile invades your mind, and you suddenly find yourself wanting nothing more than to punch it off of his unfairly chiseled jaw.
…or maybe kiss it off.
“Grah!” you abruptly shout while burying your hands in your hair, momentarily tugging at the roots in annoyance. God, you had a problem.
Bzzt.
“Huh?” You look down at your hip where your phone had just buzzed in your pocket. You pull it out and flick your finger across the screen to unlock it, then tap on the messaging icon.
Johnny Cage: Hey, wanna spar later? 👊👊
You raised a brow. You and Johnny worked in the same sphere for a reason. Action films were your guys’ bread and butter since the both of you knew how to fight as well as do your own stunts.
You and Johnny hung out casually here and there, but the two of you had never sparred before. You sensed an opportunity in his proposal, though: an effective way to get your frustration out on the source of said frustration. Shrugging, you figure, ‘why not?’
You: Yeah, I’m down. But I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into b/c I won’t be holding back!
Johnny: Woah, don’t go threatening me with a good time ;)
Your stomach twirled in unbidden delight at the cheeky response, and you internally chastised yourself for being so easily affected by this man. You and Johnny sorted out the details of your meetup—his place, late afternoon—and returned your phone to your pocket. You would just have to kill some time until then.
~~~
“Of course you would have your own gym, and of course it’s fuckin’ huge,” you joked with a bit of sarcasm, yet enough lightheartedness as to not offend. Though, you doubt Johnny could be so easily offended; he’s got way too much self-confidence (for better or for worse) to be put down that easily.
“Oh, honey, you haven’t seen ‘huge’ yet,” he boasted with a smirk. The wink that followed did nothing to abate the heat that was slowly taking over your body, but you did your best not to let the effects show. Since when were easy, immature innuendos such a turn on for you? You just closed your eyes and shook your head.
“Alright, I am definitely knocking you on your ass for that one.”
“Hah, see if you can, sweetheart!”
The two of you stood in your respective corners and took your stances. One quick little countdown later, and the game was on.
You knew Johnny was a very good fighter being a martial arts expert and all, but you didn’t realize he was that good. In all honesty, you figured he was more bark than bite, and that you’d have no real problem going toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it seems like you may have underestimated him. It turns out that Johnny Cage was one of the rare few you had met who could back up their arrogance. Bully for you.
Furthermore, this shithead was fighting dirty! Well, okay—technically he wasn’t fighting dirty. He was just talking after all, and there’s nothing wrong or “illegal” with that. But it was a dirty tactic regardless, and it only infuriated you further with how helpless you were to try and block him out.
You pivot sharply on one foot and use the momentum to lift and swing the other around, aiming the kick at his head. You expect him to duck under such a high-reaching maneuver—maybe he’d follow up with a low sweep with your single foot planted on the ground—so you prepare yourself to counter this. See, before you went into acting, fighting was your primary activity; you won many tournaments and managed to make a decent living off of it. One of the main things you were known for were your notoriously powerful kicks; few would risk trying to outright block them rather than moving out of the way.
You must have forgotten who you were up against; that was the only reasonable explanation for your short-sightedness. You were not distracted by him or anything like that, thank you very much. Johnny-fucking-Cage just lifts an arm and grabs your leg. With one hand. Like it was nothing.
The impact creates a loud smack! that briefly leaves you dumbfounded; you felt the force of that blow against his palm, and it was enough to leave the skin there tingling unpleasantly. Johnny didn’t look phased in the least bit with a crooked smile dancing across his handsome features, just gripping your ankle. Casually. Like you weren’t currently being held in the near-vertical splits.
Johnny took this fleeting opportunity to give you a quick once-over, and his smile only grew. “Nice legs,” he quipped, “bet they’d look a lot nicer over my shoulders.” You openly gaped at his brazenness, and he used your shock to his advantage, flipping you in one fell swoop. You grunted when your back hit the mat underneath you, but the heat that overwhelmed your person (caused by your anger and fury, obviously) had you back up in a flash.
“Best two out of three,” you nearly seethed. Johnny had the audacity to appear as anything but intimidated. In fact, he seemed rather amused.
“You know, you’re like, really hot when you’re mad.”
You nearly flung yourself at him in a mindless bout of rage, but caught yourself only a split moment before you could make such a devastating mistake. A delightful idea quickly sprang to mind—two could play at this game.
You kept up the facade of indignation and outrage in order to trick Johnny into thinking that you actually were going to make that blind charge at him. You stepped off of your dominant foot, using the momentum to make a lunge for him. He braced himself to counter your head-on attack, but you feigned right at the last possible second, swiftly gripped his shoulder with your left hand, and brought your right leg in against the back of his knee to buckle it. Johnny was quick to recover, though, keeping enough of his balance to twist and grapple with you as his leg nearly gave out.
Ah, so it was time for plan B.
Before he could finish off the move, you brought your face right up to his, making sure that the two of you were making eye contact, and looked at him with sensual purpose. It was almost enough to disarm him, so to ensure you had the upper hand, you threw him another curveball with a breathy, “I wonder if you fuck as good as you fight.”
That did the trick. Johnny’s mind was sent reeling with your seemingly out-of-pocket comment, and you jumped at the chance to knock him flat on his ass. Johnny got the wind knocked from him as he landed with a resounding thump. Not wasting a minute, you straddled yourself across his hips and held his wrists against the floor mat. While Johnny had more raw strength than you, you hoped that the KO would leave him dizzy enough to keep him subdued.
“Ha! Gotcha!” you barked out in triumph. Johnny just blinked up at you in a daze as his response. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the taste of your own medi-” you had cut yourself off when you felt something stiff beneath your pelvis. ‘What…? Wait, is he…’
“Are you hard right now?!” you squawked incredulously. Johnny just shrugged his shoulders and gave you an audacious smirk, as if to say, ‘Uh, yeah I guess so. What about it?’ You were flabbergasted. “I can not believe you right now!” You released his wrists and made to get up, but he grabbed your hips before you could get away. Damn it, his body was so warm, and…holy shit he felt big.
“Woah now, hang on just a tick,” he spoke like he was trying to soothe a startled horse. This fucking asshole! Why, just why did you have to fall for him? “It is very difficult not to pop a boner when I’m getting up close and personal to the most gorgeous person I know,” he spoke with an immense amount of charm and a surprising measure of sincerity. Your eyes widened comically before you squinted at him with a healthy amount of suspicion.
“Oh, really now? And I don’t suppose you’ve used that line with every other person you’ve taken to bed, hm?”
Johnny just sighed like he was the exasperated one here. “Darling, I’ve been laying it on thick for half a year now. There’s no way I’d still be after you just to get into your pants.” He looked at you with this sort of ‘duh’ expression on his face, like he couldn’t possibly understand your confusion. “I mean, don’t get me wrong: you’ve got just the kind of body that I love,” he added, and you nearly clocked him then and there, but you relaxed again as he spoke further, “but I’ve come to really like spending time with you. There’s never a day that I don’t look forward to working with you on set, you know.” And, just like that, you felt like the stupidest person on the planet for denying yourself something that you evidently could have had for a long time now.
You hung your head low and shook it from side to side in disappointment of yourself. You fool. You buffoon. You absolute imbecile. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Johnny took this the wrong way, looking offended, and opened his mouth to say something. However, you were quick to shut him up with a short yet firm kiss of which he wasted no time in returning. He ground his hips against yours in short, desperate thrusts like there would never be another chance to do so, and you eagerly mirrored his movements like they might be your last. Without warning, he rolled the two of you over to flip your positions. Sprawled out beneath him with your hands held beneath his own, Johnny thought you looked like a dream.
“By the way, I think you’ll find that not only do I fuck as good as I fight, but I fuck like I fight, too—hard n’ fast,” he intoned in a voice nearly an octave deeper.
You squirmed in anticipation at his words, and retorted with equal huskiness, “let’s see it then.”
#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#johnny cage x y/n#johnny cage x you#mortal kombat x you#mortal kombat x y/n#mk1#mk1 johnny cage
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Honestly a tradegy that the fandom has so many "possessive ghost/ ghost kidnaps soap" but none of soap being the kidnapper I think it would be fun! Very much feel soap would be more of a "taking you for your own good" sorta guy
(Are there any fics like this and if yes PLS link)
I have zero clue if there are any BUT I can make one
Ghost never, ever drank with people if he could avoid it. After the military wouldn't let him back in after Roba, he spent so much of his life trying to drink it away.
Soap was no different. The only difference was that he happened to be his bartender.
After a while, Soap managed to break down some of his walls. Soap just... got him. He was so nice and there was something about him that put Ghost naturally at ease.
And it's the biggest reason why waking up restrained and without his mask felt so much like a betrayal.
Soap looked at him, serene. So gentle.
Ghost tried to jerk himself forward to strangle him but it only bent his back harder. It hurt.
"It's okay, Simon. Not going to hurt you."
"Fucking bastard. Did Roba put you up to this? He pay you?" Ghost spat out, suddenly very very scared. He couldn't handle it. He'd kill himself first. What they were doing in Manchester?
His family.
Oh god, Tommy and Joseph and Beth and his Mom.
"Who's Roba?" Soap tilted his head, fluffy mohawk getting in his eyes. "Nothing like that, m'eudail. How often do you leave the house?"
Ghost glared. "I don't know."
"6. Every night except Tuesday night, you come to the bar. You have your food delivered. You work out in your home. Your mom visits you on Wednesdays which is why you don't come to the bar on Tuesdays. It's so you won't be hungover when she comes, right?"
Ghost stared at him. "You've been stalking me."
Soap smiled. "For months. Watched your every move. You don't take good care of yourself."
Ghost started to take deep breaths, realizing how well he was played. "I... I..."
"It's okay. I promise. I would never hurt you, Simon." He ran his hands through Ghost's hair, gently touching each bleached strand. "Do you dye your hair so you don't look like your father?"
Ghost physically couldn't cry. Instead, he shook until he thought his bones would shatter.
Soap winced. "I'm going to undo some of the ties so you can get in a more comfortable position. You're not going to try to escape, ya understand? You're in a cabin in the middle of the Scottish wilderness."
Ghost let him slowly rearrange him, feeling helpless. Being out of the military and also still being injured meant it was hard to really keep his skills up. He had barely started to bulk back up.
The bed underneath him felt... nice though. Far more comfortable than anything Ghost had ever had.
"I spent a lot of money on this cabin. Had some rich family members die." Soap grinned and Ghost knew for a fact Soap killed them. "So, you're going to be safe here. No more worries. No more fears."
Ghost shuddered and rolled on to his stomach, hiding his face.
"I don't mind your scars. No need to hide those from me."
Ghost choked down something harsh mixed with bile.
"You're not getting your mask back. Don't make me tie you to the bed. I want to see your face."
Ghost slowly adjusted, taking deep even breaths. He was going to die here. The one person he thought was his friend betrayed him.
"There you go, m'eudail." He continued to stroke Ghost's hair until he eventually fell back to sleep, weighed down and likely still drugged.
When he woke back up, his arms were tied behind his back and he was leaning against the headboard. There was a small tray in front of him with some food.
Soap smiled at him. "I'm going to have to feed you. Can't trust you not to try to kill me." He got a spoonful of the soup he had made and offered to Ghost.
Ghost glared at him. "No."
"Simon. Be a good boy for me." Johnny purred, using the same voice he made in the dead of night when he encouraged a very drunk Ghost to drink some water.
Slowly, he opened his mouth, shamefully letting Soap feed him.
It was delicious. Tasted better than the cheap stuff he had been getting. Anything he couldn't microwave was usually out. He just... couldn't bring himself to cook. Soap picked up on his disappointment when it was gone.
"I'll make you more, okay?" Ghost nodded and Soap touched his face, making him squirm. "I can't wait for when I trust you enough to untie you. I promise, I'll take such good care of you."
Ghost looked at him and nodded. Maybe if he played along, it would be easier...
Later that night, Soap got a gun out. He undid Ghost's binds and motioned for him to go to the shower. Ghost followed him, watching the gun warily. Soap clearly had training, knowing exactly how to avoid getting close enough for Ghost to yank it from his hands. He also kept the gun aimed at his legs so it wouldn't kill Ghost if he shot.
Ghost cleaned himself up, enjoying the smell of the soap. It was... pine? He wasn't sure. Once he was done, he pulled the towel into the shower, refusing to let Soap see him.
Soap had gotten him a t-shirt and some sweatpants. They had a skull design on it that he liked a lot. As awful as it was, Soap clearly knew exactly what Ghost liked.
Ghost obediently let Soap tie his hands back together before Soap put him to bed. He sank into the luxury of the blankets and sheets.
Soap got in bed next to him and Ghost was already stepping outside of his body. It wasn't that bad if he dissociated early.
But Soap did not start to undress him. Didn't tug his pants down or get handsy. He didn't even touch him.
Nights were easily the best. Ghost had plenty of time to himself and Soap never touched him at night. He also put rain sounds on at night. It helped him sleep.
The withdrawals hit fast. His steady diet of alcohol and the painkillers he was prescribed for his.... entire body honestly. Soap was so sweet the entire time, knowing exactly how to help even though he refused to give him the drugs or the alcohol to make it stop.
Ghost felt lips against his forehead as Soap checked his fever. "Don't touch me like that."
"Just checking your temperature, Simon. You're so warm. I'm worried." He gave him more acetaminophen and gently pet his hair. "You're going to be okay."
Ghost grimaced as he moved. His vision turned fuzzy as the fever got worse. "Don't let the skeletons get me."
"the skeletons?"
"Yeah. They haunt my dreams. Roba made them."
"Who is Roba?"
Ghost swallowed. "He raped me. A lot. He kept me locked up."
Soap winced. "I'd never. Ever. I promise. I just want to love you, Simon." He put a wet rag over his forehead, trying to cool him down.
"I know. You wouldn't do that to me." Ghost smiled serenely, even as the world spun. Soap stayed next to him, protecting him from the night terrors and fever induced hallucination until he managed to get through it all.
He kept waiting for the other shoe to fall. Ultimatums or forcing himself upon him.
Soap never did. He had such soft hands that fed him and tied him looser and looser until one day he didn't bother.
"If you kill me, I'll be happy knowing I got to spoil you as long as I could."
Ghost didn't even try. The only difference was he (usually) fed himself. He had gotten spoiled and they both knew it.
Soap was gentle when he tried to ask Ghost if he wanted more. It was soft. Just a slight brush of his hands on Ghost's thigh before he grabbed Ghost's hand and held it. "Anything else I can do for you?"
Ghost wanted to say yes. Stupidly. But if he broke, he knew Soap would take whatever he wanted. Despite how good Soap was, he was still anxious. Unreasonably so.
It was absolutely reasonable. Soap was a kidnapper.
Soap nodded when Ghost turned him down and it didn't get brought back up. They watched movies on the couch and Ghost waited by the door whenever Soap had to leave and occasionally they went outside. It was winter and very cold so they didn't do it very often.
Ghost was spoiled and that's why when Soap slipped his shirt off to shower, he touched him. Tracing the tattoos on his back. Enjoying the feeling of him warm beneath.
"Your fingers are freezing." Soap commented, leaning into him. "Having fun?"
Ghost lightly leaned down and kissed his shoulder. "Yes. I am."
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Can you do a clingy possessive Tony stark being super clingy with his wife that has to go to work or something and he basically eats her out so she won’t leave pls 🥺 love your fics!
You Know I Eat
"Bitch, you know I eat.." You rap, starin at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you tuck the left side of your hair behind your ear.
You can't help the way you pop your ass to the beat of your jam while it plays on the surround sound speakers throughout the mansion you share with Tony. Pretendin you don't feel your husbands fucking intense stare on your backside, you make ya juicy ass cheeks clap and jiggle in your stark white shirt dress.
"Pretty face wit sum pretty feet, bitch you know I eat.."
One last lean forward to wipe gloss off the corner of your mouth with your index finger and thumb, a small smile gracin your lined lips as you feel your fit slide up in the back a bit. The show you put on teases the fuck outta yo man so of course you gotta throw it back once more.
"Hoe I'm still on fleek, boss bitch- you can't compete. You already know what time it is, bitch I came ta eat.."
Just about done with the finishing touches on your look, you give a small half lick to the right side of your upper lip and a flick of your 28 inch y/h/c bone straight hair over your shoulder. Spinning round to asses the back of yourself through the mirror before turnin and comin face to face with your fine ass husband.
Tony stares you down ravenously, eyeing your frame while nibbling that sultry, full bottom lip as he leans against the doorframe. Muscled arms crossed against his strong bare chest, you notice his lengthy dick is hard and pokin the front of his black gym shorts. Doesn't even realize he's lookin like a fuckin snack.
Little do you know, hes thinkin the exact same thing about you. God damn, you look so alluring to him. He has the immediate urge to get to that prize in between your legs. Lust filled eyes drag up and down your frame once more before meeting your amused gaze.
"And where do you think you're goin, yn?" He asks, like you both haven't had this conversation a gazillion times today.
"You know I have to run to the office real quick and then I'm gonna meet up with girls. Don't act like we have argued about this earlier more times than I'd like to count."
The way you roll your eyes in the air tests Tony's patience. Makes him straighten up, arms at his sides as he takes a step toward you, nose flaring just a bit. You hold your ground, juting your waist out to the side as you put your hand on your hip.
"I believe I won that argument, as I win all of our arguments." Your cocky ass husband responds and he takes another step towards you.
Impossible to miss his sneaky advance, you can't help but to laugh aloud. Closing the distance, you step up and wrap your arms around his neck to pull his body to yours securely. His cock pokes at you, twitchin against you relentlessly. Your pussy calls back with an answering flutter.
"No, I win all our fights because Daddy can't take when I inhale his cock down my throat while massagin his fat balls." You counter back, speaking against his mouth before licking as his sensual bottom lip.
Tony eyes shut and he groans loud when he feels the tip of your tongue comes out to play. Grippin your waist, he humps his dick against you as the desperation for you slowly rises. Coupled with your reminder of how fuckin good you suck his dick he's, about ready to end this conversation and get to the fun part.
The racy banger you keep on repeat plays in the back ground as ya man rest his face between your perky brown tits and takes a deep breath. Tony backs you into the bathroom counter, lifting and setting you atop it. He steps between your open legs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach on your chest. Fuck his lips on your body get your pussy to start droolin in an instant.
"Stay." He softly demands when he pulls back from your tits, looking into your eyes.
The way he lovingly gazes at you, slowly bending to press sweet kisses on your neck has an arousing warmth spreading throughout your body. Your resolve already starts to break from his ministrations. Fuck maybe you could drop by the office tomorrow instead..
"Stay." He says again, and you feel his thumb press against the wet spot on your panties that sits right against your pulsing clit.
Your head drops back against the mirror as you inhale sharply. Tony doesn't play fair as he rotates his thumb in deliberate circles against you. Dammit, maybe the you can meet up with the girls another time..
"Stay." He commands one last time before dropping to his knees, pulling your skimpy cotton panties to the side and softly sucking on your sensitive button.
Your moan is loud and long as he suckles at you like he's nursin a tit. Looking down to watch, you notice your husbands closed eyes and look of pure bliss as he casually eats your pussy. The grip at your waist pulls you to the edge of the counter closer to his mouth and he whines your name into your wet pussy. His hips hump the air in the same rhythm that he laps at you, stiff cock wagging up and down repeatedly in his shorts.
"You gonna stay with Daddy for the day, baby?" He asks, nuzzling in your thick brown thighs before getting back to his meal.
"Fuuuuck.. IcantIcantIcant. Pleeeease. You kn-know I gotta goooo." You answer through heavy breaths and clenched teeth as he takes you apart piece by piece.
Although he keeps an unrushed steady pace, all of it is too much. You throw your head back into the mirror with a loud thud, trying to slow down the orgasm attempting to race through you. It's feels so fucking good that you don't notice how Tony lifts your right leg to let it hang over his shoulder loosely.
"Come on kitten," -suck- "Be Daddy's good girl," -suck- "Stay home with me today," -suck- "And I'll fiiiiinally do that thing you want." He offers in-between his slurps.
Fuck, you instantly know what he's referring to. It seemed so unlikely that you took it off your bucket list long ago. It's been a constant wet dream to have a threesome with him and his red and gold ironman suit. The thought excites you, makes your pussy clench and your orgasm inch closer as you hump your husbands mouth lustfully.
"OK, deal!" You concede, as he spreads your sticky brown lips and licks into the pink of your pussy.
Not even a second after the truce you feel his fingers leave your hips and rip open the buttons on your fit. Full, soft, brown tits bounce free as you gasp in utter disbelief.
"Daddy!" You squeal, watching as your buttons pop off and fly across the bathroom.
"I'll buy you another. Sorry." He hums into your slit, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he reaches up to grope your tit, flicking at the piercing on each of your dark nipples.
The action makes you tingle as you feel a pull in your core. Your shimmering gold wrap around heel dangles limply in the air as one of your hands frantically grab at the long strands of hair in the front of his head; the other arm shakily extends behind you to hold yourself up. Staring up at the ceiling unseeing, your leg curls around his head as he slips down to lick at the glistening between your pussy lips, thumb pressing quick firm circles at your clit.
"You're a mooonster.." You moan at your mean as man.
Tony only chuckles as he increases the suction at your soaked entrance before stiffening his tongue and plungin inside your quivering cunt. The sensation of him fucking you so voraciously with the wet muscle snaps your back into an arch. He uses the tip of his nose to press his thumb into your clit more firmly to give you more. His cock throbs fervidly as he enjoys eating you, craving the tight hold of your perfect little pussy.
You can't find it in yourself to give a single fuck about anyone else that might be in the mansion while you wail in complete rapture. It's simply reflexive when you yank Tony's head tight against your pussy and grind into his mouth. Your hips hump his face as you help fuck his tongue into you deeper. The groans he let's out as you tug his hair hard matches yours, as well as vibrate the hell outta your core.
"DaddyI'mgonnacum! Uhn, uhn, uhn, mmmmm.. Makin me feel so gooooood Daddy! Ah!"
You're gushy pussy wets up the lower half of his face as the dam bursts and your walls continuously contract around the talented tongue trying to devour you. The wetness drips generously down his chin, neck, and chest. It's one of the best orgasms of your life and you hope you're not drowning your hubby with the wave of juices flowing from you.
Tony's in heaven when you cum and convulse against his mouth. He's in love with the trembles spreading throughout you, so he removes his tongue from your pussy just to try and consume your pulsating button. His lips are a bit sore and swollen but the suction remains consistently persistent as you shriek for reprieve. But your husband only bullys the poor little gem with his devilish mouth, intense gaze taking in your passionate cries.
Your volume raises so high the you supercede the track playin over the bathroom speakers and he feels instant regret for not closing the bedroom door; knows his assistants are probably getting an earful of your wails from downstairs. Still he's just beyond grateful he ain't buss his load in his shorts; that nuts so he can spray and paint your perfect curvy body.
"Pleeeease Daddy! Allyoursbaby! Won't leave less you say yeeees Daddy! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" Is the only one of your pleas he surrenders to.
Finally pullin back slowly, a knowing,sexy smirk in place as he lets your leg slide limply from his shoulder, he ogles you intently. Openly admiring how you try and fail to catch your breath, the rapid rise and fall of your breasts; delighted at how you tremble with closed eyes and pinched brows. Its quiet in the bathroom besides your heavy breathing and the song playing in the background.
When you eventually open your eyes, your met with Ironman on his knees behind your smirking husband. The eyes glow brightly as it looks from Tony to you. Ya fine ass man chuckles heartily at your shocked expression, before teasin you.
"Bitch, you know I eat."
#tony stark x reader#tony stark x black!reader#black reader#daddy k!nk#black fanfiction#poc reader#all readers#pussylicker#pussy eater#gushing#wet and gushy#smut
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10.1.2024
—nsfw
I just wrapped up Chapter 3 and started Chapter 4, and THERE'S AN H-SCENE RIGHT AFTER THE FIRST STORY. It's going to be Bimet's. It has to be. I can feel it in my bones Belial is still being treated in the hospital and no other demons were introduced or are likely to show up rn anyways so it only makes sense (edit 1: IT'S BIMETTTTTT)
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intro: hehe looks pretty unhinged to me I'm taking this to mean that Bimet goes from being poised to using a couple of brain cells oui, sounds good to me
And! I really like how his irises are the shade of molten gold. I love his design, period the character design in this game is perfection overall God bless fr
update I: Satan, Sitri, and Ppyong being jealous cuties annoyed with Mammon? Aw yiss <3
update II: Bimet is blushing ALREADY, and he's almost begging MC to let him 'help' her. Goddamn, bro, have some dignity lol humour and jokes aside, though, Bimet is very much about materialism, so such behaviour makes perfect sense and is expected of him. I like the realistic take on it i.e. money and riches would make him do anything, that kind of thing. He also seems to have become VERY fascinated with MC after Mammon made her his master
update III: yup, MC either stands there butt naked, crawls under the covers or cloaks herself and turns into a reaper. And given what's about to happen, just imagining her sitting on the edge of the bed huddled up like an old lady is comical to say the least lmao
update IV: kneel, before your queen aaand he knelt I have a weird feeling about that
update V: yeah hon, I figured as much does that mean Mammon used to be the one that aroused him most?
I also find his wording interesting, particularly the 'owned his Majesty Mammon' part, as it suggests that he may view living beings—and now even his very own king—as another 'brand' of possessions.
Look at his face though, the man is gonna snap snapped like a button off a shirt
update VI: run for it, MC he totally lost it lmao it's all at once intriguing, sort of hot and funny to see him act like this. He always carries himself so elegantly and speaks with such sophistication, yet he's so worked up rn that he's basically functioning with half a brain
update VII: why are his eyes bloodshot and why is he acting like a cat and why do I feel like he's this close to holding her foot and kissing her toes or worse pls don't do that she hasn't even cleaned them
update VIII: he seems to get off on the idea of serving her, but if I'm being honest, I don't like the idea of someone viewing themselves as a servant to the other. It feels degrading no matter how I look at it.
However! This is merely my 'humane' voice talking, if you will, because taking into account Bimet's Timophilia and the way in which he thinks makes this such an excellent take on his scene and the very foundation of it—it's smartly dark and perfectly in character. I appreciate that a lot and enjoy the twisted tinge to it.
With that being said, let me continue reading and see what he plans on doing next I can guess
update IX: ...I really saw that coming from a mile away, huh? NOW he's going to lick or suck them, isn't he?
update X: STOP THAT THIS INSTANT, BIMET. SHE DIDN'T EVEN WASH HER FEET BEFORE THIS I TELL YOU Hands? Sexy. No offense though, I can't see what about feet is...exciting. I understand that feet to some people are like abs to others, but...yeah
update XI: MC is the master of two rich men now congrats
update XII: I'm going to passionately ignore the first part of this extremely unholy sentence and say that him placing her leg on his shoulder is HOT ASF I may or may not have a thing for that
update XIII: slurp slurp squish squish flashbacks is this wording style dedicated to Mammon and his subordinates or something? lol
And it seems like Tartaros's devils are fond of slurping sipping from MC's swimming pool the fuck did I just say
update XIV: she's holding his horns for support YESSSS the horns, guys, the handles hornssss and pls look at him iswtg he's losing it
update XV: I CANNOT TAKE IT WHEN TOUCHING THEIR HORNS MESSES THEM UP IT MAKES ME GO WILD
update XVI: sexy slippery things horns pffff MC tho? Girl genuinely needs a floatie or two like how tf does she keep getting even wetter how is she anatomically built? Does her water source know no end?
update XVII: at first glance it seems like he's throwing shade, but logically, this is his way of telling her that he was prepping her for the stick what's next ik he's doing this because she's his master and he would kill to be her servant but that was considerate of him, so good job ig lol
ngl though this is such a funny sentence, it comes off both as a roast AND a 'kindness'
update XVIII: fuckkk something about them taking their clothes off as she watches is mmm look another kink
update XIX: someone tell him that MC isn't the CEO of the universe this is hot in a weird makes-the-heart-flutter kind of way
And: "so 'this' is yours as well" damn, even his dick I mean his hot object no, his thing belongs to MC now hallelujah
update XX: I really like Bimet, but this has got to be the funniest sex scene I've ever read because I assure you, I am NOT taking it very seriously lmao
update XXI: broooo this is so silly-dramatic it's like a comedy sketch omg lol and MC—as per usual—judges and deduces as she gets railed are u not affected at all
update XXII: boy looks half-crazed
And it's obvious from his sprite but wow is he fucking RIPPED which carving knife did God use to chisel that body, honey? her feet look cursed tho ngl
I'm also trying to figure out the physics and anatomy behind how he managed to rail her while she was still sitting on the edge of the bed because he JUST entirely moved her on top of the bed and I'm like, eh???
update XXIII: MC is dying going to pieces that's more like it
update XXIV: that's sexy, Bimet
update XXV: yes yes yes. YES. That's what I'm talking about. I love the change in his mood and attitude.
At the moment, Bimet wants MC because to him, she's currently 'richer' than Mammon himself, but if Mammon were to no longer belong to her, Bimet would not want her like this anymore. It's so logical but fucked up and dark, which is why IT TICKLES MY FANCYYYY
update XXVI: something about how he's asking her to make sure that Mammon stays hers is making my heart flip because it's almost like he's telling her 'I want to keep being aroused by you,' and I know that's messed up of him in a sense, but GOD IT'S HOT, IT'S SO HOT
update XXVII: the insults compliments keep on coming lmao he means that in a good way weird but okay (edit 2: he next says that 'it's a relief he can make her happy,' meaning these qualities of hers aid him in doing so)
update XXVIII: the others couldn't but he could. He's got power fr money power glory but really now, how come he was able to and the others weren't I'm curious am I missing something here
update XXIX: sjswjdsnjsns I LOVE that expression on him OH GOD speaking of expressions, I just remembered Satan's heart-eyes expression and fuck, it's SO CUTE and it makes me feel something
update XXX: MC made me think of that one yowling cat that goes 'nonononononono' also dude I am howling at these descriptions like PLS LMAO
update XXXI: this is a sweet gesture with unusual undertones. He cares about her in a delusional (in all honesty) and strange manner, but he doesn't quite like her for who she is like others do (i.e. Satan (my bby♡) and Mammon). Yet, he's giving her the first thing he ever considered to be his, and knowing his mentality, that's a big deal—it shows just how seriously he takes this no matter how funny it appears to be.
But not him describing Solomon as a saucy man lmao love that saucy must be a hereditary trait
I'm also very fond of the concept of giving someone something and asking them to give it back one day with an arrogant expression and saucy words, of course it's such a sentimental concept that has a tint of mystery to it.
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+note: I mentioned this earlier, but the way Bimet's Timophilia was handled was smart and very proportionate to his character. I just have a note on Bimet's character, specifically in the final part of the scene.
I'm going to say that while Bimet really enjoys serving MC, I don't approve of how he talks about himself as though he's an object and not a living being (i.e. by saying 'if you feel like I have value'). There's dark beauty to this theme, and it's so damn good it feeds my love for the twisted things lol more importantly, that's just how Bimet's mind often works: materialistically, so he doesn't have an issue with referring to himself that way.
From a sound perspective, though, it's sad that he holds such a view, because in reality he is neither an item to be used nor a servant; also, MC being Solomon's descendant, as well as Bimet quite literally believing the delusion that she's the richest person in the world, both don't mean that MC has the right to weigh anyone's value—that's not to say she will do so—no matter how much he believes that she does.
However, this is a HUGE compliment on my part. What I'm saying is, it's on par with who Bimet is and how he thinks. Basically, it's these themes and mangled aspects to the characters that play a great part in making this entire game such a refreshing pleasure. I really hope it stays that way.
#what in hell is bad bimet#whb bimet#what in “hell” is bad#what in hell is bad#what in hell is bad diaries#whb
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YES I FOUND SOMEONE TO DO MY REQUEST
OK OK HEAR ME OUT
Headcanons + lee (bones and all) with an ftm reader 😭🙌🏼
Pls and ty broski 😿
PS. LEE IS SO HOT 🫠
HERE ITS FINALLYYY DONE TYSM FOR REQUESTING
Lee is my everything bro
- Lee met you when he was stopping through a small town.
- He honestly did not pay much mind to you until you approached him. The town you were in was a shit hole and you were it's "transsexual"
- You reminded Lee of a finicky animal, he didn't really hesitate to take you with, and it wasn't long before this "companionship" to turn into more.
- He always was able to find (steal) tape and other things at pharmacy's and bring them back to you to use.
- Until one day it was bad. Your dysphoria had you practically locked down into the bed of the truck. Not matter what Lee offered, food, a fun place to see, anything, you wouldn't get out.
- He got up into the bed with you, looking down at you with worry. Lee brushed the stray bits of your hair from your face and whispered reassurance to you for what felt like hours.
- After the fifteenth, "you're so handsome," you gave in. You kissed him.
- From that point on you were, "his boy", "his man", along with the casual use of handsome as a nickname. "Good morning, handsome," every morning became the norm. You never minded.
NSFW WARNING UNDER THE CUT
- Lee is genuinely perfection.
- He's definitely a dom but is not against you riding him, especially if he gets to flip you over and pin you down and fuck you into your place if you're too bratty.
- He's not against using either hole, he just worries about hurting you doing anal because you guys don't really have the money for lube. So he'll ask if he tries to call it your "boypussy" or "boycunt" if he's feeling like being mean.
- On the topic of mean, he totally will be mean. Lee loves to drag it out and make you whine at him. Earning a lot of disapproving whispers, "Aww.. shhh.. can't have anyone hearin' you, my whiney boy.." He'd whisper while putting his hand over your mouth or fingers in your throat.
- He really loves both missionary and doggy style. Another time that he loved was when he put your chest on the trucks open tail gate and lifted you up by the hips to fuck you, he's really stronger than he looks.
- Plus he gives god type head. He will eat you out for hours with zero complaints.
- Of course, after a long of hard day Lee will put you both on your sides and fuck into you gently as he holds you.
- But he's still as kinky as can be, don't forget that.
#ftm ns/fw#ftm reader#mlm nsft#timothée chalamet#lee bones and all#headcanon#trans boy#trans nsft#ftm sub#lee x reader
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School Bad boy heeseung that always annoy you(just annoying not bullying pls) then if someone else annoys y/n he'll be mad and do a bit of threatening
[17:55]
"Lee Heeseung!!!"
The sound made the guy smiling brightly and turned around to see a girl walking towards him with frown upon her face.
"Good morning, my lady. May I ask you what is your wish to see me?"
"You dumb. I texted you yesterday to tell me about the chemistry project but you ignored my messages?"
Heeseung gasped dramatically while put a hand on his chest. You can see the playfulness in his eyes. Heeseung always do this. He likes to annoy and make sure your day will never be good.
"My lady, your man was sleepy last night. Please forgive me?"
He said as he puckered his lips to teasingly kiss your cheeks. You whined when you can't let yourself go from his tight hold on your face.
"YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!"
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"Do you like y/n noona, hyung?"
Jungwon said as he biting the chocolate ice cream. They were loitering behind the school building where the teachers or guards rarely go. It's their port to have fun and quit the classes. Heeseung raised his eyebrows at the sudden question and the other members started to get curious too.
"What makes you asking that?"
"I saw you kissed her at the class."
"What??! Oh my god, I knew it hyung!"
The members started to tell each other about the moments they saw Heeseung and you were together. The said man rolled his eyes when he got teased by his friends.
"Stop that. I don't like her. And Jungwon, it just a peck not a kiss."
"Still, why would you do that if you don't like her?"
"He's being denial. Do you think we are in some K-drama shit, hyung?"
They were laughing when Heeseung pulled Riki's ear while the younger one screaming for help.
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"Fuck, where are my clothes?"
Your started to feel anxious when you didn't see any piece of your clothes. You just finished P.E class and you took a quick shower at the gym bathroom. There was no one inside here when you came in.
You punched lightly at the locker when there is no spare of your uniform. You were afraid to ask for help since you are not close to any girls in the class because all of them hate you for having Heeseung's attention.
"I hate this."
That's what you said before you press on Heeseung's contact.
"How the hell can you lost your clothes?"
"I don't know either, Heeseung. I just finished my shower and it's not on my sight. I- I was scared."
Heeseung sighed frustratedly while he gave you his clothes. Thankfully, he has a shirt and tracksuit for you. Even though it's too big for you but at least you have something to wear.
"Thank you and I'm sorry for troubling you."
"You should take care of yourself. What if I don't have spare clothes? You will be naked. Although, I would like to see it but- AcKK"
"Fucking pervert."
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There were two male with their body tied up laying down on the street. They were unconscious and their mouth got gagged by cloth. At the same time, there was no one on the street, it's so quiet that if you make a tiny sound it can be heard. There is also no lights that can help to illuminate the road.
50 meters from the guys, there was a car with their brightest headlights. The man inside the car was pressing his foot on the accelerate many times making the tyres screeching on the road waiting to move.
The two man now have opened their eyes already and tried to gain concscious back. The bright lights infront of them causing them to groan before they remembered how they got here again.
"No! Please let me go! We didn't do anything. Please!"
"We will give you money. Just say the amount but please don't kill us!"
Countless of begging they gave but still at the end, the person changed the gear and drove the car full of speed and went straight to those guys. He can heard some of the bones were breaking. He continued doing that until both of them were really dead.
"Should not touch what aren't yours."
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"Look, it's the one who said he doesn't like y/n noona but secretly threatening people behind her."
"Shut up, Sunoo."
"I told you. Heeseung hyung is in denial. It's the type of Kdrama shitt."
"Will you confess to her, hyung?"
Heeseung looked at you from far away. You were listening to a song while drawing something on the sketchbook. Maybe. Maybe, he will confess to you. When you finally looked at him and smile, he knew exactly that you should be his.
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huff, why i feel this is kinda cringe😐whatever..hope you guys feel good after read this.
taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount
#yandere kpop#kpop yandere#yandere enhypen#enha x reader#lee heeseung#kim sunoo#park jongseong#nishimura riki#yandere au#park sunghoon#yang jungwon#sim jaeyun#yandere drabble#yandere heeseung#yandere x reader#yandere enha#enha imagines#enha scenarios#enha x y/n
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˖ ࣪⊹⁺ ── 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
pairing — mike wheeler × fem! reader
w/c — 0.8k
warnings — smut (obv), aged up! mike wheeler, unprotected sex, bit of cockwarming, kinda insecure mike, reader being holly's babysitter doesn't play a huge part but it does question mark, not proof read cus i literally finished this at the crack of dawn
a/n — guys guys GUYS !!! I WROTE IT 🤭🤭 honestly don't exactly know how to fee abt it 😕 but it's done so who cares! didn't know what to write for the synopsis so i didn't write one 😶 pls pls pls excuse any mistakes i have not had any good sleep for the past week lol bye!
mike wheeler didn't know how he had gotten himself in this situation. his fuzzy, polluted mind couldn't comprehend it.
he’d thought that all of it was in his head. the flirty comments, sly smirks, dirty jokes, and skirts that only got shorter over of time— all just a figment of his imagination.
there was no way you’d be into him. never in a million years. you, ex-cheerleader at hawkins high, one of the prettiest and most sought after individuals in town, and now his younger sister’s babysitter, being interested in him? a lanky, introverted outcast who geeked over a fantasy game?
it was outrageous. insane.
but that clearly didn’t stop your advances. no, if anything, it fueled them. you found it attractive. enough that now here you were, whimpering under him as he filled you up with his cock. your hands held tightly onto his veiny arms as he thrusted in and out of your prodding hole.
“god, you feel so good.” you gasped.
mike didn’t know what to say. what could he say? this entire situation was just a mere thought— a fantasy of his. and now it was coming to life in the best way possible. he was completely in awe.
his hands were everywhere. delicate and slow touches gliding along the expanse of your skin. feeling your warm body under his fingertips as if you’d just poof! disappear.
“been dreaming about this for so long, mikey.” you propped yourself up on your elbows, pressing a quick kiss to mike’s cheek. “you don’t know how many nights i went home, touching myself and imagining it was you.”
if he wasn’t red in the face already, mike knew he was now. your words went straight to his head and down to his groin. “y-yeah?
you stared up at him with those doe eyes of yours, and mike swore to himself he could cum right then and there if he hadn’t had the restrain. “mhm, you’ve got the prettiest hands.” he watched as you took one of his hands in yours and brought it down to your swollen clit, guiding his thumb to circle it before letting go when he caught rhythm.
“and you’re so, so pretty, mikey. can’t take my eyes off you.” his hips had stilled the moment you began talking, drunk of your words and the way your walls clenched around his cock tightly. he could stay like this for hours without complain.
mike watched as your dainty hands gently snaked up his body up from his pelvic bone up to his head, following as you pulled his face down and kissed him. the most intimate part of it all. it felt right. like you two were made for each other.
you pulled away first, staring into his kitten round eyes as he awaited your next move. “i’m all yours, mike. so fuck me like it.”
he thinks you’re joking. this is all just some sick, twisted joke of a dream that a random god is giving him, to wake him up and bring him to reality.
there was a small voice in his head telling him that this was wrong. it was telling him to stop before he’s in too deep. reminding him that your job was to babysit his little sister, not to please him. the guilt was slowly eating him up by the second.
but your eyes telling him otherwise. you want this. the way you gaze up at him shows all the need for it— for him. that was all the confirmation he needed.
any doubt or insecurity that hid away in mike’s heart was gone. nowhere to be seen as now he was acting on impulse, senses on overdrive as he gave you what you wanted. giving in to his deepest desires and making you his.
mike doesn’t waste a second before he’s fucking you into the mattress, gripping tightly onto the plush skin of your thighs you know it’ll be bruised in the morning.
it was erotic. something completely out of a porno the way your arousal gushed out of you and onto the mattress. you’d worry about it some other time. some other time when you weren’t crying, hot and salty tears spilling over you cheeks as you came on mike’s dick.
mike’s hips stuttered against yours as he filled you up with his cum. a pretty bulge stuck out from your tummy as he remained still, buried deep in your sensitive walls. he delicately placed a hand atop it, smirking at the way you jolted.
you whine when he finally pulls out, hating the feeling of being empty. mike doesn’t give you a second to recover before he trails a finger down your folds, playing with what is the aftermath of your orgasms. he chuckles as you push his hand away from your sensitive cunt.
“you coming over tomorrow?” he asks casually.
you nod. “yeah, your mom asked me yesterday if i could.”
“good,” mike replied lowly. he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “cause now you have two wheelers to take care of.”
#⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ rey writes.#aged up! mike wheeler#mike wheeler#mike wheeler smut#mike wheeler imagine#mike wheeler x reader#mike wheeler x you#stranger things imagine#stranger things
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Kai: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!
Kai, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.
Zane: Kai, you can do anything!
Kai: Anything?
Zane: Anything!
Kai, holding a torch: ANYTHING?!?!
Zane: Wait, not that!
Cole: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?
Nya: Wait, what’s the difference?
Cole: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.
Kai: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.
Pixal: Throw rocks at he.
Cole: Hot Dogs.
Morro: Kill him.
Kai: Thanks guys.
Nya: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.
Pixal: You use emojis like a straight person.
Kai: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.
Kai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?
Jay: Peonies, why?
Kai:
Jay: Were you going to get me flowers?
Kai:
Jay:
Kai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ
Jay: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.
Nya: Oh, that was all real.
Jay: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!
Nya: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.
*The gang is about to do something dangerous*
Cole: Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk?
Kai: Go ahead.
Cole: Be careful.
Cole: Don’t die.
Pixal: *Holds back a laugh*
Kai: Great. We’re all bloody inspired.
Jay: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Cole: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Jay: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Cole: Somehow that's worse.
Kai: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F...
Kai: ...How did I fail being born?
Cole: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Zane!
Zane: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.
Pixal: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon.
Pixal: It's me.
Cole, in a room with Jay, Kai, and Nya: It’s calm in here.
Cole: It scares me…
Nya: Fight me!
Kai, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
Zane: Nya got into a fight.
Kai: That’s bad.
Kai:
Kai: Did she win?
Cole: Jay, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery.
Jay: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!
Kai: Is that a gun?!
Jay: It's not what it looks like!
Kai: It looks like a gun!
Jay: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore.
Kai: ...ANYMORE?!
Kai, to the Squad: I’d die for you.
Jay: Then perish.
Pixal: You will.
Nya: Please don’t.
Cole: Cool.
Zane: I’d die for you first.
Nya: If you got arrested what would be the charges?
Jay: Theft.
Zane: Disturbing the peace.
Cole: Aggravated assault.
Kai: Arson.
Pixal: All of the above. In that order, probably.
Nya: You know what I asked Santa for Christmas this year?
Jay: If you say me, I swear I’ll—
Nya: You? What? No, I asked him for that cool Ninjago Lego set we saw in Target!
Cole, texting Zane: Zane there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?
Cole: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry
Cole: Zane
Cole: Zane
Zane: Zane is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.
Pixal: A sprite is anything not static.
Jay: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.
Cole: A sprite is a fucking soda.
Cole: You god damn geekass bastards.
Kai: *sighs* I have no friends...
Jay:
Jay: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
Zane: *tapping fingers on table*
Cole: *taps fingers back furiously*
Jay: …What’s going on?
Pixal: Morse code. They’re talking.
Zane: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -
Cole: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
Jay: *finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods*
Jay, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!
Kai: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.
Nya: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.
Kai, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need—
Zane: A family.
Cole: A better love life.
Nya: Mental stability.
Pixal: *clueless* Bagels?
Zane: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.
Jay: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.
Kai:
Jay: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?
Kai: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.
Nya: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Jay.
Jay: Hey, fuck you.
Jay: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
Pixal: Why is Kai crying?
Zane: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-
Kai: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!
Pixal: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-
Kai: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!
Pixal: NO, NOT THAT!
Zane: Hey, what have you two been up to?
Nya: We were helping Kai write his vows, but he kicked us out because Cole was making inappropriate suggestions.
Cole: How is “Jay, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?
#ninjago#cole ninjago#kai ninjago#jay ninjago#ninjago nya#ninjago pixal#ninjago zane#plasmashipping#glaciershipping#hotwireshipping#jaya#ninjago jaya#oppositeshipping#bruiseshipping#geodeshipping#conya#mudshipping#crack#long post#incorrect quotes#source: ???#source: various#ninjago morro
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Hellooo I'd like to request a bucky x y/n drabble with 💀✊🏽🩸🤒🫂 cuz ya girl loves some good old angst (NON PLATONIC PLS 😁)
Also I'd rlly appreciate if y/n was the one doing the protecting and looking after! 👉🏽👈🏽
Thank you!! xx
a/n: soooo I don't know how much of your request I actually hit, but here's something, I think? 2k words of smut and Bucky being in his feelings. Please stop reading if you are not 18+
brooklyn after dark masterlist
"surrender to the sound"
Anger, like most things in Bucky’s life, is complicated.
Not so much while it’s happening because when it appears, it’s fast and loud like thunder. His anger is an abrupt rush of adrenaline, a deafening roar that eats his whole brain that makes him reptilian in the way that he just reacts.
It’s the after that’s complicated. When the adrenaline seeps out and his heart rate returns to normal and he’s forced to face the damage he’s inflicted. It used to be anything he could get his hands on, which was damn near everything that a bullet or blade could catch.
These days, it’s different. He doesn’t embrace the same kind of impulse. Now, he can separate himself from what the operating table spat back out, walk the line between human and weapon and stay on the right side.
But he still knows that when he can’t find anything deserving to break or destroy or ruin, he turns inward.
After all this time, Bucky still believes he’s deserving of ruin. Might always be.
When he trudges back to the compound with a shoulder that was briefly dislocated and your fresh blood reaching up one side of his body, he knows he’s about half a misstep away from losing it spectacularly in public.
He held it together long enough to make the trek to the jet, the ride home, and the rest to his quarters. But couldn’t even see you off to the med bay even though he was the one who applied to goddamn tourniquet to your arm, held onto it like a vice because no way in hell you were going to bleed out all over the street like that. Not on Bucky’s life you weren’t.
If anyone were to try rounding in on him for a debriefing or even a glance—god, Bucky might throw a fit so legendary they’d name the next tropical storm after him.
His hands are still shaking from the electric cocktail of nerves. He’s got a tiny pinhole slice of tunnel vision that allows him to see his shoes, his door, his shower. Step, step, step, handle. Twist and spray and when his clothes hit the floor in a dirtied heap, he clambers in and leans into the cold tile wall.
Other than his sore shoulder, he’s fine. He’s always just fine, and the truth of it makes his bones ache furiously. He stands beneath the water for an hour, or three, or eternity, listening to the torrent of countless impacts of droplets upon his skin, replaying the blood, the gunshot, the shiver that looked so much like death clawing up your face.
Replaying your grim little smile, your lazy heartbeat, when he leaned down to hear what you were trying to say and your lips brushed against his cheek, whispering, “Breathe,” like he was the one dying all over the ground.
The screaming inside of his head when your blood slicked up his hands and how the desire to hunt down the guy who shot you, to rip into him and pull him inside-out was almost too much to deny.
He denied it, though, and wouldn’t you be proud? Been telling him for years to ease up, to not take these things so personally because you’ve realized that underestimating Bucky’s protective streak is a front row ticket to watching him exsanguinate someone who only grazed you.
And this time, the guy who stabbed you only got his face smashed twice, instead of a hundred times into hamburger meat.
The point is that you’d be proud and he’s clinging onto that tiny little useless fact as best he can, climbing back up the ledge of everything with it at his back but it feels Sisyphean as fuck. He wants to slam his fist into the tile, take anything he can reach and bend it into clumps of metal or plastic or shavings of soap.
He’s still spiraling when a sudden tap on the shower wall startles him. He didn’t even hear footsteps— or the fucking door.
Bucky swipes one hand over the glass to meet the intruder, teeth bared.
You’re in a nondescript cotton gown from the recovery bay, eyes patient.
He sputters angrily, “What the hell are you doing,” “Shouldn’t you be,” “I’m in the fucking shower,” “You’re hurt,” “I was going to stay,” “You were so fucking hurt,” and restarting each time without finishing the previous thought, panic stampeding outward.
“Buck,” you say, and there’s no shiver in your voice. No broken ribs, no oozing life slipping through the cracks of his fingers. That’s just it—just one utterance of his name and Bucky’s anger is well beyond legendary, it’s biblical; he’s about to re-define Old Testament.
He’s panting hard, water vapor crowding the air in his lungs when you croon, “Bucky, breathe.”
He stops. Stutters for a few seconds, then manages to get out a very reasonable, very graceful, “Fuck off!”
He swipes at the glass in larger strokes this time, streaking a window of clarity before the fog takes it back up.
He tries again, spitting water out of his mouth, “Fucking—what the fuck.”
He tears at his scalp, scrubbing out the bubbles of shampoo that had been sitting for who knows how long, because he doesn’t remember anything since he touched down.
You snort, “Geez, I can’t read you at all.”
Bucky swipes at the glass again, notices your face dropping, and repeats, “What?” Something wild is tunneling up into his ribs— something worried.
“You’ve kind of been—” it’s like you’re physically looking around for the right word to say, and Bucky knows there’s not really one. Apeshit would be the closest.
“—been intense.”
“Intense,” he repeats flatly, and recalls the way he flung someone out of a 7th story window earlier.
“Yeah, really intense.”
He nearly jumps when you knock on the glass. It’s a dull few taps, from the tip of your finger, but three times in a row trying to get his attention. And you know him enough, he admits, to know that he needed those three little taps because he was definitely spinning off again. Equal amounts of pissed and confused and sick with himself for feeling any of those things.
“So I thought to myself, what the hell is going on with Bucky—why has he been so protective when we’ve all been getting shot at and yet—do you remember last month?”
You tap again, just to remind him where everyone is. The shower. You talking, him listening. And he’s listening.
He remembers exactly last month and the cleanup on the interstate.
He remembers the month before that, too. Drinks after a mission and how alcohol does nothing for him, and it never will, but you were bone-fucking-tired and wanted to drown yourself in a bottle of something disgusting and cheap.
And he remembers, very well, being ridiculously charmed by how you put down two bottles, hopped on top of the table, and promptly fell off.
You were wiping some tears, muttering under your breath about the casualties that you couldn’t stop counting some nights, how the bodies were piling up and up and you couldn’t remember all the names anymore. And maybe you couldn’t hack it, Buck— maybe this isn’t the life—but if people die and I’m not there, it’s my fault.
Peter Parker said the same thing, once. It’s the kind of stuff kids say because they’re too earnest and sincere, because they still remember the names of every person they couldn’t save. Bucky’s decades past that— many wars past that. But you were only crossing that threshold a few weeks ago, and you were lost, losing yourself to it, sad and drunk and you held him tightly in the back booth, wept silently the way heroes do.
And you picked yourself back up, went on more missions—the way heroes do, too.
Maybe it was how you clutched at him, or how you sniffled and grinned afterwards, apologized with a dumb, slow smile. The kind that’s so pathetically fake that the only thing he could do was play along. Maybe it was how you took up the next threat, instead of holding back, running in with even more determination than before.
He hadn’t seen anyone that stupid since Steve. And a whole damn nation fell in love with Steve.
So who could blame Bucky if he fell in love with you?
Who could blame Bucky for kissing you on the interstate after dragging you out of the wreckage of seven fucking cars, getting your blood in his mouth a little, but he couldn’t be fucked to care because he thought you were dead.
“Buck?” you ask, tapping the glass. “Am I misreading the situation?”
“Jesus,” Bucky says, defeated.
“You kissed me—and you don’t even say anything about it afterwards. And then you go absolutely postal on some goon who, Buck, frankly, I felt sorry for him. Guy’s not getting paid enough to be curb-stomped by you. I wasn’t even that badly hurt—I mean, it just looked bad. I got staple-gunned back to health. Seriously. It’s not the most romantic thing in the world, but you damn near took off someone’s head because he breathed in my direction-- Bucky that was a public declaration. Unless I’m misreading?”
“Oh my god—” he says, and he admits it, admits it drawn out and so late, but at least, finally. He takes a breath and shuts his eyes. Then he says, “Get in.”
“Huh?”
“Get the fuck in before I change my mind.”
The magnetized door of the glass shower clicks open. Just a muted, dull separation that lets a fraction of cool air rush in, towing your body in with it.
Goosebumps prickle on your skin from the temperature change, the spray easing the chill with each inch you align yourself beneath it and each inch you push him out.
“Do you have to talk so much?” he hisses, because he doesn’t know where else to begin other than bullshit. The tightness below his breastbone spreads out until he feels it in his belly, his groin. Water continues dripping into his eyes, down off his lashes, and he blinks until you become a haze.
You tilt your head back in a challenge.
“Fuck off,” he breathes, simultaneously exasperated and excited by the way your eyes keep him locked in.
You’re still just a watery smudge when your hand gets around the back of his neck, warmed up now to the same temperature as the water, pressing pink indents in his already tingling flesh.
He looks to your waist where the machine sealed your skin back together. It left a jagged scar that he brushes his thumb over. You clasp your hand over his, curling them both over it as if saying see? I’m fine.
Then, your mouth meets his and it’s a fucking clumsy, filthy second kiss.
Everything is wet. He feels liquid from the inside out, the strain bleeding out of him as he concentrates on slipping his tongue against yours. His mouth keeps sliding off, water splashing into his throat and he’s about to choke on it—how do people even fucking do this in the shower—but it’s really, really hot.
There’s too much stimulation for Bucky’s wracked nerves to handle. The water, the heat, the mist, the way you’re watching him, your hot fucking skin, your hand at his collar now gliding down to his chest, then abs, hipbone, inner thigh, nails barely scraping him the whole way, digging in the most achingly sweet trail.
You lick into him with short strokes—the tip of your tongue at his front teeth, his own tongue, his upper lip—and Bucky is groaning into it, his body arching forward to meet yours, his heart slamming up into his ribcage.
“Fuck,” he says again, licking back, “Jesus, what the hell are you doing— nnng—"
You nip at him again, fingers restarting at his thigh and dragging all the way back up to the back of his neck. Your blunt nails are gently scraping at his skin like promising the only kind of hurt he’ll ever want.
It’s a truly graceless attempt at—whatever this is. Some kind of lovemaking, sex, fucking. A sopping wet collision of limbs and the kind of desire that’s been pent up for months or years or forever. You’re touching him like you’ve wanted it your entire life and Bucky’s not too far behind, every physical faculty scrambling to take hold of you.
His cock is pushing up against your inner thigh and lower abdomen, hips jerking in circles in an attempt to gain friction in his ridiculous setting.
“The bed,” he attempts, but your raspy voice is making his tunnel vision return full force.
“Here,” you confirm, and he can’t do much to argue. Can’t even pull himself away for more than a second much less try to wrestle you somewhere you don’t want to go.
It’s much too loud, pressure and sound clashing in a cacophony all around him, but his hips are moving on their own to the chaos. He’s panting and groaning, burying his face into your neck to taste the jump of your pulse beneath your skin, hunting its rhythm with his own as you hold him like a child.
He’s confessing all manners of embarrassing declarations—you feel good, you’re too much—and you hold him through it, shushing him with one hand on the small of his back, leading his entire body to the edge.
“Come,” you urge, so much in such a few sparse words. “Come for me, Bucky. Everything’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” You take one of his arms, rippling with tension and strain and place it against your cheek, turning your head and kissing it. “You can feel me right here.”
“Fuck,” he whines, bracing himself, melting at the gesture. He slams back into the tile when his knees begin to buckle and you follow, flattening yourself against him. Mouth on his neck, tits pushed up against his chest.
He hardly knows what he’s rutting into at this point, just knowing that it’s you, your skin, your body. Knows that he’s wanted it, wanted it, wanted you.
Knows that anger is a mask for grief, and you’ve slipped your hand beneath it, pulled it all off, stripped him bare.
“Come for me, baby,” you urge again, and if what’s dripping off his cheeks are tears, he’ll never, ever admit it.
“Okay,” he shudders with his entire body, a barely-there, “okay,” following. Everything is so fast, and loud, and then there's you, just you. Soft and beautiful and kind.
“I’ll take care of you, Bucky. I'll look after you.”
“Okay,” he chokes out, and does as he’s told.
-
Afterwards, you do nothing but hold him beneath the spray, let him rest his head on your shoulder as he breathes everything in. Listening to your quiet words of praise for him, words of love for him.
Afterwards, he moves to kneel, putting his face between your thighs, his tingling fingers around your hips to keep you in place in his mouth. The sweet, pleased noise you make shames the whole, deafening world into silence.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes angst#reader insert#fanfiction#marvel#mcu
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Going back to that anon that ask about the pain swk went through bc of the fillet
—yea theres r no time ever that this fainting ever happened in the novel nor do the bleeding. Yes it does happen in various other adaptations when the fillet does that but not in the novel.(not in the Anthony c yu verse at least. Idk about the tge other but im less likely to recommend them bc they either miss a fuck ton of jttw thing OR Very icky authors who is sinophobic af)
I think ppl who already tends to have a more negative idea of tang sanzang(bc of OSP iteration n more)tends to make his character far worse than it actually is.
Like w the fillet.(no hate to various adaptations who do the usage of the fillet that make swk faints. Love me that honestly but my gripes is w those who make it that it applies to alll swks and even in the og novel.) even going so far as to make tang sanzang as the abuser to swk. <that could not be more farther than the truth. It is in fact a very skewed power dynamics that make both characters be in the same but different positions of powers depending on the situations>
Im pretty sure he ended up doing it less as much as ppl assume he did pre-LEMH ARC. (Bro did not use the spell day to day basis pls ppl stop using it in argument bc its not even supported in the og txt itself. He called his disciple as good guys yet are ugly af—hes a asshole but not that much of a asshole. Hes so so naive but he trying his best even if he get swung w traumatizing shit every arc back to back. He like a perfect example of how imperfect traumatized person would act.
My gods these pilgrims need sm therapy
He didn't use it for years before the Six Ears Arc and didn't use it years after either.
It always surprises me when people say he used it too much considering that he only used it in frequency in a single day and then did not touch it for literally YEARS cause he really doesn't use it that often in the book.
The only real times he does overdue it is in the White Bone Demon Arc where he uses it multiple times and in the Six Ears Arc as well. Otherwise, there was that one-off with like Sanzang being misplaced with a fake Sanzang and they had to find out who was the real one, I think with the Black Wind Demon on their first adventure solo, and maybe the Lion-Lynx Arc with the dead king. Otherwise, that's about... 30 other arcs. (that is about 5 arcs out of 30~ other demon arcs)
So over the course of 14 years, I really don't think that should be considered 'every day whenever he could' ....cause he really doesn't. Wukong pulls a lot of tricks and schemes that do give him a mischievous air but the point is that the pilgrims had distrust for one another at the start that is question and put them to the test. And it's only when they face that collective battle and do they come out with a deeper understanding, not only of each other but themselves that they gain their merit.
Sanzang says they are ugly yeah (rude) but he always defends that they are good people to humans that are terrified of their looks, always trying to help even if he can't offer much but a helping word and an ear to listen. He always trusts they will save him and even not he has prayed over them because he thought they died and wanted blessings in their next life for being such good people in this one. This is his journey too and I think it's unfair for people to ignore how his character also comes to get closer to the gang. Especially after he found his long-lost family only to imminently lose them again. I mean even at the start he was made fun of for being an orphan and found his parents, but one commits suicide just weeks after meeting him and the other is the same age as him since he came back from the dead unchanged and he can't even rely on as a parent.
He was kinda put through it with that family drama.
It was just one thing after another at the start for him and I think he never had a chance to have a close group of friends to rely on.
And I hate when this idea that Sanzang is a bad person or that is an abuser when there are so many ways that they are similar and both trying to overcome their challenges on this journey while learning how to rely on other people. They mean too much to each other and while it is hard for them to see eye to eye they have that bond of loyalty that was hard won and grew with time. Sanzang is just a mortal man that can be killed with a single blow in charge of three demons and a dragon on their parol. While each one of his disciple (one that more likely than not ate his past lives) have unthinkable magic and power that no mortal can dream of fighting against.
And he is supposed to lead them to enlightenment?
It is so funny it could be sad.
And they still did it.
It was literally them against the world.
And I hate how people are comparing the fillet to a shock collar as well considering its lore with Buddhism. Like it has so much more meaning both culturally and literally but people always want to overlook its real meaning as 'it's a torture device' like... no... it's really not.
No, I agree that pain is not a good answer nor that I condone that behavior but people got to remember that this was written 500~ years ago when training the body was having a similar mindset to training the mind. That doesn't make it right but it was also to show that Sanzang was never meant to be an abusive teacher and that yes while he is wrong on multiple accounts that weren't meant for him to be seen as a bad person, jut a misguided one.
The fillet does have more history to it as well even seen in other Buddhas as a symbol of self-discipline. It was to be a sign of restraint when it comes to bettering oneself and Wukong need to accept that the world doesn't and shouldn't revolve around him. I understand it’s not as common to see in America and but it's far more than just a symbol of pain, it holds a lot more meaning when it comes to personal growth and being able to recognize flaws within yourself to better them.
That's why in the end only Wukong can be the one to take off the fillet. There is no Fillet-Loosening Spell. There never was one. The Fillet is a part of Wukong and only when he has that full control over himself, that he masted his impulsiveness and attained true enlightenment and immorality did the fillet disappear because it wasn't needed anymore. Wukong at first has to overcome his own ego and arrogance to accept that he has a problem in order to overcome that.
I thank that’s why GuanYin also gave Wukong a fillet because she knew Wukong could overcome his anger and take it off she believed in him that much.
It reminds me of that Wizard of Oz with the red shoes scene where the good witch was like "You could have gone home the entire time" and the same way Wukong could have taken the band off at any time if he learned to control himself and his impulsive. The band wasn't there to teach him to learn through pain, but rather that he can go on the journey and go through that personal growth of facing his inner demons and being able to mature as a person.
At least that's how I always saw it.
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bestie prompt: One bestie plays matchmaker for the other bestie, gritting their teeth the entire time. (I'd love to see this from either perspective, but go with whatever clicks for you first!)
((((and I am so sorry for all the feelings today i didn't mean to break us pls forgive me ))))
(SO FIRST OF ALL she did mean to break us SECOND OF ALL I was trying to find the family feud episode on youtube and youtube instead asked me if I wanted to watch Hook first saving Jack in December and SO I WATCHED IT and then I was crying like what the fuck I miss them so much ESSENTIALLY I HAVE BEEN ATTACKED TONIGHT so here is some bestie fic because i am too emotionally attached at this point to be pried loose)
Jack doesn't really get it at first. One minute, he was getting his ass kicked by Moriarty and Big Bill, and the next, Hook has shoved his hand out in front of Jack's face for a handshake. Jack doesn't know what it means. Jack doesn't know why Hook is here, when Hook is...never anywhere, really. But he takes Hook's hand, because that's just what you do when someone saves you from broken bones and severe internal bruising.
He doesn't get it when Hook shows up at his hotel room door a few hours later, either; he's holding a bucket of ice in one hand, still got that perpetual scowl on his face. Jack's already been checked by medical, already iced the worst of things. But this is the second gesture Hook has made in less than 24 hours, and Jack was raised to be polite.
"Do you want to come in and watch a movie?" he asks, and honestly, he doesn't know if it's an offer that won't be immediately laughed down the hallway.
Hook's expression goes softer. One corner of his mouth quirks up. He nods, and Jack lets him in.
Hook doesn't even end up using the ice. They let it melt until the wooden desk it's sitting on is wet with all the condensation while they sit up against the headboard and watch the second Die Hard.
Towards the end, Hook pulls his phone out, opens up his contact list, and creates a new one. It's labeled simply Jack. Then he holds the phone out sideways, waiting.
Jack takes it and types his number in. Finally, he gets it. Hook is absolutely, painfully, desperately in need of a friend.
And you know what? Jack feels the same god damn way.
He hands the phone back. Smiles. "See you next week?"
Hook smiles back.
++
The Firm targets them together now. They throw Jack in a dumpster just to piss Hook off. Hook digs Jack out with his face wrinkled in disgust, and Jack wants to punch Stokely right in his fat mouth. But Hook came after him. That's more than Jack would have believed two weeks ago.
Jack peels something sticky and nauseating off his arm, and shakes his head. "How do you feel about the old, original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies?"
Hook looks confused, but he answers, "Favorably."
"Alright." Jack nods. "They're On Demand in the hotel streaming system. I'm gonna go back and take a really hot shower, and then what do you think about marathoning them with pizza?"
Hook smiles. "Cool."
They actually don't make it through them all—they actually both fall asleep halfway through Secret of the Ooze, heads tilted back at uncomfortable angles against the pillows. Jack wakes up when the credits start to roll unsure of what year he's in. When he looks over at Hook, the man is...vulnerable. Curled back against the headboard with his mouth slightly open.
Jack turns the TV off, and then the lights. He shifts his pillow down into a normal position and waits. It takes about ten minutes for Hook to do the same, but he doesn't leave. They sleep like the dead until Jack's phone alarm blares bright and early the next morning.
++
Turns out, they're a really good tag team. It's easy to fight with Hook, probably just because Jack feels so comfortable around him. Hook has slipped into his life with a strange familiarity that should be weird and somehow isn't, like Jack has known him forever, the sort of old friend that's always got his back.
They make their way through whatever the hotels have available on the Smart TVs in their rooms, and night by night, movie by movie, Hook opens up. Starts talking more. Instead of single syllables, Jack gets sentences of things he notices in the filming. How the angles were shot. The bits that they get wrong about various things: athletic training, New York City, photography.
When they aren't in the same place, they text. And most nights they are, they end up sleeping in the same bed, just because it's easier than returning back. Jack takes to packing an extra toothbrush every time, for Hook to use. It's not romantic, this thing between them; he thinks it probably could be, if they were in different places, different head spaces, but it doesn't really matter. Jack's not lonely anymore.
It's been quite a while since he could say that.
He starts figuring out Hook's little tells, all the signs that he's had a rough day. Jack's good enough at it to be able to always have the right sort of movie queued up. Hook is mercurial like that: he bottles everything up, and Jack thinks what he ends up seeing is all the implosions when it fails to be enough, the tendrils of emotional turmoil Hook tries so hard to swallow down. On the hard days, Hook will end up curled up against Jack's side as they sit on the bed, and Jack will loop his arm around Hook's shoulders. They don't talk about it, but Hook will smash his face into Jack's collarbone and exhale so deep his whole body shudders with the force.
They don't talk about it, until one day, abruptly, they do.
++
"I really miss him," Hook whispers, as the clock ticks over to 2 AM and they're laying side by side in the too-starched sheets of the king sized bed.
Jack freezes for a second, only because he's afraid he'll say the wrong thing and scare Hook into clamming up all over again. "Miss who?"
"Danhausen."
"Oh," Jack says, tone light: still a whisper. It feels safer. "Have you said that to him?"
"He doesn't talk to me anymore," Hook replies.
"Maybe he's just waiting for you to reach out first."
"Or," Hook mumbles, bitter and thin, "he's happier without me. With them. And he doesn't care anymore."
Jack winces in the darkness of the room. "I don't think that's true. You guys were...really close."
There's a long stretch of nothing, but Jack knows Hook hasn't fallen asleep. Finally, Hook sucks in a ragged-sounding breath. "Jack."
"Yeah?"
"I think I was in love with him."
"Yeah," Jack agrees, because that's probably correct. They lay in quiet for a very long time, though Hook's breathing never evens out, so Jack knows he isn't asleep. Eventually, Jack rolls over. Presses his hands against Hook's shoulder—light enough to be a suggestion he can ignore if he wants.
Hook, it seems, doesn't want to. He rolls to the same side and lets Jack curve behind him. Jack loops his arm over Hook's waist. And then he settles in, his cheek against Hook's shoulder blade, and waits while Hook shakes, shakes, shakes against the mattress.
++
A week later, he's on a website full of black and red. Bright colors, weird graphics. He clicks around, trying to figure out what would work. His phone dings with a text from Hook. It's completely unrelated, superbly casual; a reply to Jack's earlier message complaining about gas prices in California.
Jack stares at it, and thinks You're my best friend. I'm going to fix this for you.
++
It takes another few weeks for the dates to line up, but Jack finds himself in Wisconsin at a convention. He's got his hair thrown back under a cap so he won't be recognized, but ends up taking it off at the back door so the volunteer will let him in. She even gives him one of those staff lanyards.
It doesn't take him long to find the person he's looking for. Danhausen appears very surprised when Jack grabs his elbow and hauls him over to the wall. "What are—"
"I need to talk to you," Jack says. "What did he do?"
Danhausen blinks. "What?"
"What did he do that was so bad? What was it?"
"You...you're talking about Hook," Danhausen says, slowly. He's got the face paint on, so his tongue looks very pink when it darts out to wet his lip.
"Of course I'm talking about Hook. Why are you still mad at him?"
Danhausen frowns. "Danhausen doesn't know what you're talking about. Hook is the one who is mad at Danhausen."
"What..." Jack stares at him, boggled. "He's miserable. What are you talking about? He thinks you hate him."
"Hook told Danhausen that he didn't need him."
That one takes awhile for Jack to place. He searches back in his memories; that was a weird time. He wasn't in the best place, mentally. But he's pretty sure he remembers that interview. "He...no. He was only talking about that match."
"He..." Danhausen's expression has twisted. His eyes dart to the side. "But Danhausen thought Hook was pushing him away."
"Dude," Jack says. "He wasn't. It was just about that one thing. And you just disappeared afterwards."
From Danhausen's expression, Jack has just handed him very new information. And then Jack laughs, because he can't help it; it sucks, of course it sucks, and Hook's been in this twisted agony circle for months, but of all things? This?
"Are you telling me," he starts, "that this entire thing was a misunderstanding?" He waits, watching; Danhausen looks upset. "Do you miss him, too?"
When Danhausen nods, Jack gives him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "Right, so. I'm being very serious right now. You need to call him. Like, immediately. Because he really, really misses you."
"And Hook is not angry at Danhausen? He might be, when Danhausen calls. It's been a very long time, and...well."
"I can confidently tell you that he will not be mad at you," Jack tells him. "Call him. Please."
He turns to leave, but Danhausen's voice stops him. "Danhausen misjudged Ju—Jack."
Jack stops, swivels back. Danhausen's hands are clasped in front of him, fingers tangled. He's managing a lopsided black smile. "Sorry for that. But Danhausen will find a way to thank you."
"Just call him," Jack says. "That's all I need."
Danhausen has his phone out, tapping something, when Jack glances back near the exit. It looks more like a chat thread than a phone call, but he's pretty sure he won't have to wait long.
++
He's right: Hook texts him that night.
You went to find him? In Wisconsin? You flew to Wisconsin?
Jack grimaces, replies: Don't be mad. I'm sorry I did it behind your back. Did he call?
Yeah, comes the reply. And then, You know I'm gonna fucking love you forever for this, right?
Jack smiles at his phone. Sap.
Seriously, though, Hook's message says. Thank you.
I'm glad I could help.
#tag so you don't lose this shit#IT'S MISSING MY BESTIES HOUR UP IN THIS HOOOOUUUUSSSEEEEEE#i will never let go of them#when i die put them on my tombstone
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northquido headcanons
disclaimer: i was bored af lately so i decided to write down all of my thought about this stupid assholes
tw: use of slurs (it's fucking liquido and north come on you know they would) and nsfw content but this is under a cut
• this one is for the veterans that followed me on wattpad, the 🎀💋🤩💌👯♀️bread 💌❤️🔥❤️❤️, to be more specific brioche bread is liquido's equivalent of giving someone chocolate box,
• their relationship doesn't get in the way when it comes to their rivalry,
• their love language is using the most fucked-up insults you've ever heard of. liquido calls north 'dirty dumb blonde fag' and north tells liquido that he is the biggest stupid cunt he ever dated. they love each other 🥰🥰,
• to everybody's surprise this relationship is good for them. since they are dating, both north and liquido spend more time on training,
• liquido is much of an attention seeker so it's very hard to see them being apart,
• when they are in the same room with other people and liquido starts to acting up, north is like: "oh my god, sit the fuck down🙄🙄". at first liquido didn't listen to what north was telling him but over time when north told liquido, for example, to shut up: liquido shut up. "hold it": liquido holds it. "tell him": liquido tells him,
• when it comes to north, liquido always mocks him. when something happens liquido says things like that to north: "say you are sorry", "thank me now", "😜😜say: please liquido😵💫 i can't live 🥺🤭 without you". unfortunately, north knows that he needs to say all of these things because otherwise liquido will be offended at him a whole day,
• type of couple that was shipped by fans long before they started dating,
• when it comes to being romantic, they are romantic on the level of a third grade student. north gives liquido some 'awesome, diabolical, fun as hell rocks' he found on the beach and liquido sends him pictures of drawings that he made on some documents or nda's (del aqua was pissed off) (those drawing looked like if they were made by preschooler),
• the most romantic thing they've done was placing receipt with written love confession into an empty alcohol bottle and throw this to the ocean. soon after that beach guard reported them to police and they have to pay a fine💀💀,
• north sends liquido every "blue haired girl" meme,
• another easter egg for my wattpad followers: north teaches liquido how to ice skate (it ended up horrible),
• liquido is the master of making the scene in public. he is sitting on north's lap in the most random moments and places, he gives north a slap on the ass when there are cameras everywhere, etc.,
• north on the other hand, hits liquido in the shoulder, elbows him in the stomach or pokes him between the ribs with his fingers.
"it wasn't funny😐😐😦😬"
"good😠😤"
• north is crocs and liquido is flip-flops,
• they don't care about privacy in the bathroom. when one of them is washing their teeth - the other is peeing, etc.,
• don't let them play uno or monopoly,
• btw they are playing a lot of traditional games when they have lazy days,
• the couple that wouldn't marry each other til their 60s
• they are drawing dicks on a cast if one of them broke any bone.
nsfw:
• when they are making out there is a lot of saliva, teeth and blood (because they bite each others lips every time),
• if you see them during a quickie, you didn't predict. just go away,
• someone already mentioned it but breath play, liquido likes it especially. yeah it also applies to swallowing,
• dirty talk and i mean a lot,
• tbh liquido is the one that is doing blow jobs and giving hand jobs to north, this is my man's cup of tea,
• north is one wild mf, my man is searching for that g spot inside those hydra cheeks (im sorry, pls forgive me),
• THEY ARE LOUD AS FUCK, OMG SHUT THE FUCK UP,
• hickeys💋💋💋.
#supa strikas#supablr#headcanon: supa strikas#supa strikas north shaw#supa strikas liquido#ship: northquido#supa strikas hydra
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Hi can u pls do one where Carl and the reader first meet up at Alexandria and Carl doesn't like him but starts to warm up to him after seeing how the reader is very outgoing and fun guy pls🙏 ( u don't have to make it like this u can make it in any type of way u want and can the reader be a top🙏)
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I love this so much 😭 I'll repeat what I did:
Internally silently scream, mental breakdown. Practically repeat, so you get the idea.🙇
Besides that, I'll start the actual thing.
'𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙇' 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋' (HAS AN ENDING, WILL MAYBE EDITED SOON)
𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙓 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍
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𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂(𝙎): Reader can cook cause why not, I thought it would be cute 😒. (Sorta) Enemy to lover thing. Foul language. Possible bad grammar Stuff like that so be warned. When 'parent' comes up, it basically means parent of choice so you can use your father or mother for this case. Mentions of death will be in this story, nothing to sensitive. (SEASON 2 AND 8 CARL WILL BE USED, HE DID NOT DIE IN MY WORLD! ✊🧍) (IT WILL BE M/N INSTEAD OF Y/N WITH USAGE OF HE / HIM)
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𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏
You both grew up together as good friends but parted as soon you started to take care for yourself.
Rick and your parent thought you both would never separate from the way you both treated eachother.
(Flash back time 😘) (SEASON 2)
The day he was shot worried you to the bone. Your face drained white and you saw him laying down on the bed, the others keeping their best to keep him alive while Rick was almost to the point of crying.
A few days past, huddled up to your parent. You both were out, Rick stayed with Carl.
"Is M/N alright?" Carl looked at his father worryingly.
His father took a deep sigh, "He's alright." He held his sons hand, reassuring what he said. It was a dangerous world, were you really okay?
The day got to him that he got better, he was more then relieved that you were okay.
"Carl!" You jumped, running at him with a fast pace, smiling and almost crying.
"M/N!" You both ran into eachother, which felt like it lasted forever.
You didn't want to leave him or this moment.
(Days pass because idk honestly.)
The days were long with fun, the sound of you two giggling. You, and Carl.
"M/N!" Your parent called out.
Your heart dropped.
You knew what was going to happen.
You didn't want it to happen.
Not without Carl.
It was the day you left.
Carl let out a simple "Awww." not wanting the fun to end. You just stood there, in defeat.
"Come on M/N, we have to.'
You never understood why.
Your things were packed, Carl got the hang on what's going on. There was a stuffed animal of your (Fav animal). You looked at it and hugged it one last time.
"Here." You still out your hand with the stuffed animal.
He looked at you, noticing the details he could never forget. Your (Eye color), (Hair color), and your (accessory of choice).
He took the stuffed animal and hugged it, soon pulling you into a tight hug. Sobs leaving both out your mouths.
You waved at everyone goodbye, and took your parents' hand while walking off.
"I don't want to go, I don't wanna lose Carl." You said looking down.
"It's not the last time we will see them, we'll visit again." Your parent hoped.
(Back on track, meaning Season 8)
"Alexandria." Your mind read.
The huge walls seemed to be covering something, you tapped your fist on the entrance of the sketchy place.
They slowly opened up, not gonna lie you thought it was quite creepy.
"M/N?" A man spoke out.
You couldn't tell who it was. It seemed slightly familiar.
You focused on the looks for a minute.
"Rick?" Your eyes opened.
"What are you doing here? Where's (Parent name)? Are they alright."
You gripped your hands into fists while slightly looking down, flinching at your parents name.
"Oh." He looked in defeat.
"Come on in, it dangerous out here."
You walked through the gate, revealing barely any familiar faces. It was a small little town. Enough for these people I guess.
"Carl would be happy to see you." He said walking off.
You tilted your head. "Carl?" You couldn't remember the name. Which made you somewhat worry.
You didn't know where to go, so you walked over to this house looking place and welcomed yourself in. No one was in there anyways.
People have you weird stares. The people that you remembered were most likely gone by now. So it was a weird feeling be stared at by the people you do not know or barely remember.
You sat down in a chair. Trying to claim what happened.
(Lil' flashback time)
"Go M/N!" It was the scream of your parent, you ran as fast as you could. Dodging any walkers.
The screams of pain made by your parent only made you run faster.
Your mind was so foggy since then.
You couldn't remember anything besides the regret and the screams of your parent.
(Back on track)
You heard thudding upstairs, taking out your gun for safety. You had trust issues since then. Yeah sure, you were outgoing. But you also had to keep on track.
Walking down a hallway, you cracked open the door to peek. Before opening it all the way pointing out your gun and whatever or whoever was there.
The male towards you stook his hands up with a shocked expression.
"Who the hell are you?" You pointed out, examining the room.
There's a thing you remembered. The stuffed animal you gave up as a child.
You don't remember who got it, but you certainly don't remember him.
He didn't look like a threat. You lowered the gun, putting it away and walking off.
He last sight of him was just him standing there all confused like 'What the fuck just happened.'
You walked out if the house, going towards who knows what. Something to get away from the place. There was a step, that your eyes caught.
You sat down.
He looked familiar. The brown hair, and the hat he never gave up.
"Is that the Carl guy?" You thought once again.
Repeating the name 'Carl' in your head over and over again trying to figure out who it was.
(Carl's POV:)
That guy was weird. Pointing up a gun at me like it was nothing.
I sighed and plopped down on the bed that was near. I took a glance of the stuffed animal next to me. He thought back of the guy who pointed the gun at me.
"It can't be."
"It's probably not, he was a child. He possibly can't make it out there with a single adult." I thought. "M/N."
I looked at him from the window as I sat up, comparing the child to him.
"Holy shit.." my eyes widened.
(Your POV:)
I can't just assume everyone is a threat.
You noticed a little rabbit ahead out you, standing on it's hind legs looking at you.
You smiled, sticking out your hand. It leaped towards you sniffing your hand, expecting food but nothing was there.
Still trusting you, it sat down. It was a beautiful white color, it was dirty the the dirt but oh well. Petting the small animal in front of you.
(Back to Carl's POV:)
"The smile is familiar." I thought. It must be him.
I walked out of the house, slightly walking fast to where he was.
(Your POV:)
The bunny got spooked and ran from a shadow approaching you quickly.
The man came across you, you looked up. Viewing details of him, it was the same guy you almost shot.
"M/N." He spoke.
"How the hell do you know my name?" You looked sternly, pretty scary for a funny guy.
"You're M/N L/N, son of (Parent name) right?"
"I said, how did you know my name."
"You don't remember your own childhood friend?"
"No, now who are you?"
"Carl, Carl Grimes. You gave me that stuffed animal of (fav animal) when you left."
"Your Carl?" You looked at him, realising his appearance of the brown hair, and blue eye.
It was visible that he didn't know how to act, so he came up with anger and stormed back to the house.
You finally knew, you were staring to remember once again.
(Time skip for my lazy ass)
Carl avoided you often, you never had anyone to hang with so you chose animals. You would cook your own meals, reload / sharpen your own weapons.
You went out hunting a couple of times, got used to the people around you, there was quite a few kids around here. (Idk who they are either, just make up random kids.) running around and laughing.
You played with them rarely since you were still new.
"You didn't tell me why." Carl finally approached you, as you played with children.
The children chattered off while you looked at Carl for a minute, clueless.
"Why you left, now fucking tell me."
He was visibly upset. "I don't know." Was all that came out of your mouth.
"I don't know why the hell I left, it was my parents idea." You didn't look as stern as before. It was a more of a 'calm' look.
He looked at you once before walking off again.
It became a normal thing, quick talk then walk off. Usually asking where something is.
You began to feel lonely, about no one to socialize too. Sure you've been like that for years. That only made it worse.
You decided to confront him without him walking off like he always does.
(Time skip for yet again, my lazy ass.)
"Why the hell do you keep walking away from me?" You asked.
"It's not important, never will be. None of the conversations are anyways."
"Tell me what's wrong." You looked at him, not joking around. You wanted an answer.
He took a deep breath before looking at you, "It's the fact you didn't recognize me, your own childhood bestfriend. I've been missing you for years, years M/N!" He shouted a bit. Silence fell in between you two.
"How about we make up for it?"
He looked up at you, "what?"
"Make up for it, we can practice our aiming while chatting. Maybe tomorrow?" You said smiling.
Your smile was his weakness, it was always so sweet. "Fine."
He said, but this time you walked off and not him.
(You called it, time skip)
"I'm here." He looked at you. "Great" you smiled a bit.
Taking out your gun.
(after a bit of practice cause I'm not describing shit today, it was stressful.)
After a bit of talking about his eye, any things you wanna you gathered from the journey until Alexandria.
"We should do this more often, it wasn't bad at all." The only thing he could do was look at you before nodding, and yet again walking off.
"He needs to quit that damn habit" You thought.
(Carl's POV:)
"Fucking shit, oh god." I thought aggressively while walking off at a fast pace.
I was a blushing mess, the way he looked so hot while shooting random stuff.
"There's no way I can like men, it's not possible right?"
(It is fucking possible welcome to gayness)
(-note from Soul)
I was playing around with my food until M/N showed up. I glanced away from him, making my hat cover my face. A quick "Hey." came out of him, I said nothing.
I was alone, and he sat across from me, eating whatever he had. It smelt better then what I had at least. Like something I haven't had in a long time but I never mentioned it.
(I might edit this later but after a couple of date like things please don't come after me I'm tired as fuck 🙇)
It was like I warmed up to him or something,
(hold the fuck on before I continue, something yellow came across me fucking FAST for a split second and my lights flickered. What the fuck 😧)
He laughed and smiled more often, and so did I. It couldn't possibly be because of feelings? Could it? Can't be.
My thoughts and feelings were to gathered up.
I wanted to throw up, but not in a bad way.
I felt and acted different around him. It was comforting around him apart from the hell- hole of an earth this is.
The way he smiled brought back so many memories, so many feelings, and bright sides.
I understood why he never recognized me at first.
It's the differences we both made.
"Carl?" "Carl!" A voice spoke out, clearly wanting my attention.
"Hm?" I looked up to see the one and only M/N.
"You're zoning out again, lasted longer then usual. You alright?" He spoke out it a little bit of concern.
"Just a ramble. Nothing to serious."
"What's it about?"
"Nothing you'd understand."
"Amuse me."
"I'm not telling."
"Why not?" The male said in defeat.
"I said you'd probably not understand."
"You said probably, maybe I will? Come on, please?"
"It's the same old him." I thought.
"It's memories-"
"About what?"
"Let me finish my sentence and maybe I'll say."
He just looked in boredom, wanting me to just blurt it out.
"Memories about the younger us, when we did all sorts of things. Remember when we first learned how to use guns?"
"Barely, but it's enough." He focused on his memory. He explained how his mind got blurry and couldn't remember much since his parent during the hang out a couple days back.
"Do you ever think your eye will come back?" He pointed towards my missing eye.
"Still dumb as usual." I yet again thought to myself.
"Probably not."
M/N was on a random ramble again about things he randomly thought, I pretended to listen. I wasn't really though. It's usually about dumb shit, or even things that are not even possible. I'm just glad he trusts me to speak about these things. Or even talks to me at all.
I snapped back out of my thought.
"Still on that stupid ramble." My mind spoke once again.
After a while he finally quit with a "I'm hungry." and left the room. I followed along and sat down at the kitchen table, just to give him company while he cooks.
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Could snack on something."
There was a whole bunch of ingredients on the counter, while he worked, measured, poured, all that stuff while I went on my ramble about him again.
"A bit of that.."
I hear him ramble on, not sure what he meant. But he placed a tray in the oven which looked like cookies or something. Pretty sure it was based on the sugary smell of chocolate.
"Smells good, what is it?"
"Chocolate chip cookies, it was my parent's recipe."
Minutes pass by, until a loud "Ding!" Passed through our conversation.
He sat up, talking out the tray. The fresh smell of cookies made my mouth water, I always loved sugary stuff. Especially when fresh.
He sat down once again, guessing to let the cookies heat settle down.
A chat came between us, as usual to cover the silence.
Sitting up once again, the cookies were put onto clean plates. Walking over, he placed a plate down infront of me.
Him sitting down and eating, I take one off the plate and taste it. A sense of satisfaction and sugar came across my mouth. Probably the best cookies I've tasted.
"Is it good?" He questioned.
I nodded, stuffing my mouth with cookies.
He chuckled while giving off that sweet smile of his.
-QUICK BONUS
My father came bursting into the house, making us both jump. Storming by he grabs a cookie off the tray and shoves it into his mouth with aggression before angrily stomping upstairs. Making us both giggle about his reaction.
(Back to story)
"What's up with him?" He laughs out
"Probably someone isn't co-operating with him" I laugh off.
"Still has the same short temper." We both laughed at that one.
As soon the plates were empty with only crumbs left on them. He takes the plates making his way to the sink.
"A lil' touch up."
I heard him say as he stops beside me, making me look at him in confusion.
And there it was.
A pair of lips on mine, his lips were soft. But I couldn't control myself but kiss back.
He pulled back and giggled, taking off my hat and putting it on top of his head, soon ruffling my hair.
I swear I was beet red.
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bruh my comment was too long to post under the new chapter so i’m sending an ask. saw the ao3 notif and scheduled to read it this fine evening, good thing i was like “lemme scroll on tumblr and see what’s up” because SJFKDJLXBZB the face i made when i saw i was tagged and followed BY YOU? also ma’am 🤚🏻wdym nobody comments like i do. like what do you mean. i have a concerning relationship with receiving praise so i advise you to stfu (affectionately).
my poor girl vera can’t catch a break, loss after loss after loss in such a short period. i just want to give her lots and lots of hugs (consensually). on another note i love that she clocked ada’s intentions right away bc capcom wtf is that writing. one person taking down a whole organization is like sending only one person to save president’s kidnapped daughter (laugh track). let me tell you i have been waiting for this 🤌🏻 vera and ada interacting 🤌🏻 leon being there all charming and naive and trusting people easily 🤌🏻 shai you just get the dynamics of all the characters *so right* 🤌🏻
sorry for the excessive amount of parentheses and emojis let me just find another obnoxiously annoying emoji to spam about the intimacy between leon and vera. 🤧 it’s this one but i’m wiping my snot away from crying about it. the small touches between the two are so tender in this fucked up world 🤧 vera’s hand on his forearm… leon collecting her in his arms, comforting her 🤧 his arm on her shoulder 🤧 i could cry and get a headache from thinking about them. i’m so serious.
(gnawing at the bars of my enclosure) JILL VALENTINE MENTION???? VERA KNOWS HER? WHAT IS THE LORE? I NEED TO KNOW.
how does one end a delirious comment. uhhh. so yeah. i love nttd and vera so much and i’m so happy that it’s back babyyyy.
Ofc I followed!!!! I don't remember why I didn't in the first place like but like ???? ur making it sound like I'm some big shot but like pls im a loser who's writing oc fanfiction on the internet and is so lucky and grateful to get people invested in it!!!!! AND YES nobody comments like you do! You're the dream of a fanfiction author ON GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH
ramble below to keep your dashboards clean:
I think we talked about this over on ao3 but honestly re2r's ada just doesn't make sense to me. The FBI cover is logical (when you first think about it), but the way she's immediately pulling a gun on Annette the minute they see her and DECLARING her intentions isn't. She then proceeds to reveal her target is Annette, and then her going with the FBI thing becomes less logical, bc why would Annette hand over the G-Virus sample to the feds, either? It's entirely a shock factor thing revolved around Leon, she's only fooling him -- or maybe, she's fooled Ben like this, too, and was forced to stick to her cover when shit went down, we don't know 😭 why did they do my girl ada like that... (ngl re4r ada supremacy. period.)
But either way, un-truths she would throw as a bone to a "civilian" like Leon would of course be caught by Vera, nugget by nugget, while still making her think "mayhaps the FBI is misinformed????" -- I didn't want to ruin that fine line by Ada going on about Annette making the virus and her being the most dangerous of all "g-virus g-virus g-virus" or whatever because 1) WHY WOULD A SPY DO THAT???? 2) it would surely make Vera go "yeah NOPE" 💀💀
it's so much fun for them to try sussing each other out, Light and L mind games over there while Leon is happily frolicking. not one thought behind those eyes 😭
ALSO LIKE YES THE TOUCHES!!!!!! It's Leon initiating all of them for me 👹👹👹 physical touch taking over when words can't. my favorite thing of all UGGHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN MY MISERY
ALSO totally not going "actually 🤓☝" as I'm saying this because it's been HALF A WHOLE YEAR + the fic is over 100K words -- Vera knows Jill from post!mansion incident - pre!outbreak, in that ephemeral "investigation" phase of Jill's. I do mention it in the fic that Vera supplies information to Jill (as around that time she's trying to get rid of the weight of all she knows and trying to pass on the "hero's job" to someone else) and they exchange their findings while trying to be careful not to get caught by ppl Umbrella put on Jill's tail. I think I wrote it in passing that Vera was disguised as a secretary and sat back-to-back with Jill on a booth in one of those occasions? She's loosely connected to re3r by having a brief appearance in carlos' police station section in my head, entrusting Jill to him and all and promising to meet up with them in the station once she talks to her dad about it ☹
"delirious comment" WDYM ITS MY LIFEBLOOD THANK YOU 😭
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