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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months

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tags: bondage, blowjobs, handjobs, heterosexual intercourse, fem!dom, 69, orgasm delay, mild ice play

He came to with a groan and tried to force his eyes open. It took a few tries, lids fluttering like bird wings, but Shuhei was finally able to get them open and was met with....darkness.

‘What the fu...’ His senses suddenly became ultra-heightened as he tried to sit up, but a heavy weight pulled on his wrists. He now realized they were above his head. Keeping him tied down. Immediately he started to jolt and thrash to get himself, or at least his eyes, free.

“Don’t try to fight it dear.” The vice-captain stopped as he heard a soft, silky, familiar voice around him. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Goddamit [Y/N]!”

He remembered now. He was coming over after work. Late, as usual. He tried to get off sooner, but his duties as vice-captain and member of the 9th & 13 kept him very busy. Shuhei had been more than prepared for a tongue lashing or cold shoulder when he showed up. Ready to fall on bended knee and apologize if need be. What he hadn’t expected was to be hit with a stun kido the minute he walked through the door. Knocking him out and landing him in the current situation he was in. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!”

“It’s not meant to be funny.” [Y/N] responded coolly. “It’s meant to be a punishment.”

Shuhei gulped a little. Ok, so she was a little madder than he expected. How was he gonna get out of this one? He might write words for a living, but coming up with the right ones to say were always at a loss for him. “Look, [Y/N], I’m sorry.” Apology always seemed a good place to start.

“I don’t want your apology.” ‘Crap’. “I want you to suffer.”

Shuhei tensed at their words. Since he couldn’t see, he couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. And since he couldn’t move, he had to consider the possibility that he was in actual danger. ‘Dammit!’ He cursed in his head as he tried to break his bindings again. Why did he have to be dating a kido master?!

There was a shift in the reiatsu in the air he could pick up on, then a shift in the bed. A long pause. Then suddenly something very cold was on his chest. Shuhei flinched and made an undignified sound. Startled by the cold. His brain associating it with the cool bite of steel, but he realized it was just a piece of ice in their hand. “Hey! Quit it! That’s cold!”

“That’s the point.” [Y/N] said. Her tone about as cool as the ice.

Shuhei mentally huffed and laid back. He realized he wasn’t getting out of this without taking his lumps. She was angry. He supposed he should be in trouble for breaking their date again. And, [Y/N] was right, fighting would only make it worse.

He flinched and gritted his teeth as the ice passed over his skin. Leaving pimpled flesh behind. It would start. Then stop. Pass over his nipple, or a particularly sensitive spot on his chest, making him jump. Then it would stop again. Eventually he got used to the sensation. His blinded sight making him incredibly aware of the different temperatures on his skin.

“You’re getting hard.”

Their voice suddenly cut through his focus like a knife. “N-No I’m not!” Shuhei backfired. He could just guess how red his face was. One, because he was never comfortable talking about sexual things directly. And two, because it was absolutely true.

“Don’t lie to me.” [Y/N]’s fingers ghost over the top of his hakama where his erection was starting to form. It twitched and raised slightly higher as Shuhei let out a gasp. “Lying to me once this evening about our date was bad enough.”

“I’m sorry…..” He apologized again. His voice a little weaker this time.

He felt ashamed for breaking his promise. But how could he make it up to them? Make them see that he really was sorry, and that he had no intention of breaking that promise to them. “I really did try. It’s just that my duties are…”

“They’re very important to you.” She finished for him. A hand slipped into his pants to stroke his partial erection. “I’m important to.”

“You are!” Shuhei insisted. The ropes biting into his wrists as he tried to sit up in earnest but failed. “You are important to me. You’re the most important person to me.”

“More important than Kensei?” [Y/N] asked. Her hand still stroking him slowly. “More important than Mashiro?”

“Yes…I mean…that…” It was getting hard to think with her hand on him.

He wanted to say ‘yes, you are more important’ but then again, he couldn’t really say no to his captain or a superior when they asked for something. Both were important. But he couldn’t really explain that as his brain was starting to cloud with pleasure. Like a slow rolling fog over the hills in the Rukongai. The blindfold making it almost impossible to block it out or focus on anything else. “[Y/N]….”

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.” Shuhei let out a sharp wail when she twisted his nipple, hard. The pain creating clear focus for a second before it sharpened the edges of his pleasure and made them more intense. He liked the pain, he realized, and his face had to be beet red now as he felt embarrassment and shame along with an undeniable pleasure. “You’re supposed to be being punished for being in trouble.”

“I…I am…” His tongue felt like it weighed 10 pounds. The back of his throat was a weird mix of dry and sopping wet from the drool in his mouth. “I am. I was wrong. I’m sorry. You were right. I deserve to be punished.” His whole body felt on fire now. Gods what was wrong with him!

There was a shift on the bed and Shuhei was terrified for a moment that she was just going to leave him there. Then he heard the sound of rustling fabric over the pounding in his ears. He realized she was taking her clothes off. She was naked right now. He had to swallow as his mouth salivated at the thought and imagine of her naked body his mind had conjured up for him. “You want to make it up to me?”

He would have nodded enthusiastically but was caught off guard when the bed shifted again. Only this time above his head and not by his waist. The soft feeling of her thighs against his face and arms, still pinned above him, and she doesn’t have to say anything for him to know what he has to do to make it up to her.

Shuhei craned his neck up almost immediately before she even lowered herself down to start licking her. He moaned loudly in tandem with [Y/N]’s soft whimper when his tongue touched her. Lapping at her with a gusto he’d never had before; and he usually wasn’t stingy in that department when they were together normally.

The vice-captain continued to pleasure [Y/N] as she settled nicely over his face. The binds on his wrists biting now and then as he wanted to touch her but couldn’t. But maybe that was part of his punishment. Aside from keeping him here, the binds were meant to keep him from touching her. Which she knew was his favorite part. Shuhei had always been a tactile person. Needing to touch everything to figure it out. He’d spend hours just touching her body if he could. Mapping out every space. Finding all those spots that made her giggle or sigh. Just holding her close. It was torture not to touch her with anything but his mouth, but he assumed that was part of the point.

She lifted up to give him a chance to breath and he felt her fall forward. “Oh fuck….” Shuhei hissed as he felt her breath near his cock. He’d been so focused on her taste and her pussy that he forgot how aching his cock was. The simple whisp of air enough to make it painfully reaware of how hard he was. “[Y/N]….”

“Keep going.”

If he’d been in his right mind, he would realize how hot & thick her voice sounded. Not cool and collected at all now. Clearly not unaffected by their game. But he couldn’t think of anything accept his throbbing cock and her command, so he went back to licking her like he was told.

[Y/N] let out a heavy moan when he started again and Shuhei let out a shout, his whole body convulsing, when she wrapped her mouth around his cock. He didn’t cum, but it felt like his whole body had an orgasm when her lips wrapped around him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

They continue to pleasure each other with their mouths. Shuhei’s brain overwrought with pleasure. His cock in her mouth giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had and simultaneously tasting her sweetness and feeling her pussy quiver on his tongue as it was about to cum.

He wanted them to cum together. So he sped up his movements and sucked on her clit, while his hips bucked into her mouth. Just a few more seconds and he could finally cum. Just a little more…..Just a little more…..

His mouth came off [Y/N]’s cunt with almost a wet pop when suddenly nothing happened. “What did you do?!”

[Y/N] pulled back from his cock with a long, wet pull of her mouth. “61.”

It took Shuhei a moment to figure out what that meant. His thoughts lost in a sea of pleasure, pain, about to cum, not about to cum. Then he realized what that meant and his whole body went tense. “You used Six-Rod on my dick?!”

“Would you prefer I stopped and got a cock ring?”

He couldn’t even think to come up with a response to that. Shuhei was still too shocked that his girlfriend had used a binding kido on his dick to stop him from cumming, and that it actually worked. The desire to cum was still there. The feeling of he was about to cum was still there. But he just…..couldn’t. “Take it off!”

“No.”

He felt the bed shift again and Shuhei started to trash this time in panic of being left alone. Her hand came down on his stomach, just at his naval, to settle him and also use it as a base to straddle him. “You’re going to know what it’s like to be kept waiting.” Shuhei let out a long, deep, aching moan as [Y/N] slide down on his cock. Warm, wet, and blindingly hot. He could almost see white flashes behind his eyes they were shut so tight as he continued to moan. “To feel what it’s like to wait for someone to come. To be left hanging while other people do what they need to first.”

His moans turned into whimpers as she started to rock. It felt so good. But with that it also hurt because he was so desperate to cum. He felt helpless. His mind tormented by all these feelings & sensations that it could really help him. It could only do one thing. “Please….” Beg.

“Are you going to make me a priority from now on?” [Y/N] asked as her hips rocked faster.

“Yes!”

“You’re not going to blow off our dates or keep me waiting anymore?” She was fully riding him now.

“Yes!!”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Yes! I learned my lesson! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, please just let me cum!”

There was the sharp sound of the snap of her fingers and the binding was off. Instantly Shuhei came so hard he thought he might pass out. His hips arching off the bed as far as they could to bury his cock as deep in her as possible as it felt like his cock was cumming forever, wrapped in the quivering walls of her pussy.

Eventually, it stopped. The two of them collapsed on the bed in an exhausted, pathing heap as Shuhei’s brain still tried to make sense of what happened.

[Y/N] moved off of him. He let out a soft, over stimulated whimper when he felt his cock slip from inside her, then hissed when the blindfold was removed from his eyes. “Sorry if I was mean to you.”

Her hand moved to brush against his cheek, and Shuhei realized that tears had been welling up on his eyes. “It’s ok.”

Her hands move to untie him. They fall in a heavy flop once released, before he instantly moved to wrap them around her. Finally having a chance. “I’m sorry I was late. And if you were feeling unimportant.”

“I was.” [Y/N] replied into his chest as he held her close. “I suppose this was a little dramatic.”

“It was….fine.” Shuhei wasn’t in a place mentally to be honest and say he enjoyed it. Despite everything that just happened, he was still wasn’t comfortable talking about sexual things directly. Maybe the blindfold helped. “I promise, I won’t be late again.”

“You better not be.” [Y/N] lifted her hand and a gold orb of light formed on her index finger. Shuhei’s cock twitching in response. He got the message.

#Bleach #BLEACH TYBW #bleach smut #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #imagine #scenarios #Shuhei Hisagi #shuhei hisagi x reader #shuhei x reader #bleach x reader #female reader

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 10 months

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Homecoming

Yoongi x fem!Reader

A/n: Tried writing something for the first time based on this prompt. Let me know your opinions.

Warnings: Angst, non-idol au, first love, second chance trope, fluffy ending, mentions of sex, no smut

Word count: 1.5k

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The cold winter air cuts through my thoughts like a newly sharpened knife and it takes everything in me to not turn back and run to... where do I run back? I just walked away from the only home I've ever known, only to realise it was all in my head.

I walk along the brightly lit festival-ready Manhattan streets. Fairy lights turn into hazy lines across my eyes as I feel the sting from the tears forming at the back of my eyes. I will not cry, not about this... not about him. Funny how life comes full circle, almost an entire decade ago I walked back from school refusing to shed a tear about the boy who shredded my heart into a million pieces and here I am, all the way across the world and a decade's worth of pain to my name, still walking back to an empty house with tears threatening to fall... all because of him, again.

Exhaling a deep breath, as if to tell myself I have breathed out the pain, I walk with more speed. Fumbling with the keys at the door to the house I refuse to call home. My legs give out the second the door locks behind me as I drop to the floor by the foyer, head on my knees, too many thoughts and emotions floating around.

After what feels like a lifetime of staying in that state I hear the door's locks turn around, and my head drops even further into my knees as I already know who is on the other side. I stay there, crouched down with my head bent, clenching my fists, as I hear the soft thuds of his footsteps. I stay still as I feel him crouch down next to me, knees lightly brushing each other.

"Just please talk to me...please" I hear his voice cracking and once again it feels like I'm being punished for giving my heart to him.

"What do you want me to say" It comes out more bitter than my heart intended and I can feel him flinch at my tone. Do not look at him, it will make things worse. "I don't know what I did wrong... I am trying to understand but I don't know and now-" he exhales a shaky breath, out of the corner of my eyes I see him rub his palms on his knees. "Now I feel like I'm losing you." My heart gives out for a second and I look up to see his tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, his long black hair falling on his face, he looks wan and sweating in the middle of December.

"You're not losing me, I was never yours to be lost." My voice sounds alien to me as the words come out. The look on his face, as he takes my words in, feels like a dozen swords were stabbed right through me repeatedly. He looks distraught, scared and everything I am sure is mirrored in my own face.

"What do you mean by that, of course, you are mine. You are the only thing that's ever been mine" He pleads, tears rolling down his eyes as he reaches to hold my hands.

I move slightly away, "Please... You couldn't even tell our friends we are together. But then what are we really? We met two years back after all those years, started 'afresh' and ended up best friends who accidentally slept together once... that's all right. It was purely physical... at least admit that dammit!" I know I am being brutal, but I cannot be the one falling alone anymore. He is at a loss for words and I continue with a bitter laugh, "I've been asking for your acknowledgement since we were sixteen. Last time you let me go so fast... for what? because you wanted to look 'cool'. You came back and said you wanted to be friends... that night, you made out with me and told me we'd be fine no matter what. You promised not to hurt me again... but you never told me what we are. And then we slept together and you disappeared on me for two whole weeks... do you have any idea how fucked up that is. I don't think you even thought about it. You always escape when this arrangement became slightly complicated for you because I acknowledged my feelings and you couldn't deal with that. Actually, I was so sure you'll go running away the first chance you get... I kept myself in check this whole time just to not scare you away, but when it came out in a moment of passion you left me... without a single fucking word- only to return two weeks later for the school reunion. You were so fucking busy you couldn't even call me but today I find out you helped plan a part of that shindig... the cherry on the cake was when you pretended as if we haven't practically been living together for a whole year and you just screwed me and ran away... but of course, other people always mattered more to you right- back at highschool and now...."

By now the traitorous tears are streaming so fast down my cheeks, burning my face up. I don't even have the energy to reach and wipe them away. He puts his head down in defeat, and I see more tears fall down his cheeks too. He slowly wipes them away

"I know I messed up... I'm sorry" he sounds so little I almost miss it. I cannot get in myself to accept the apology but I hold myself back because I'm done explaining myself, it is high time he does it. Taking my silence as approval, he continues "You are right you know... about me being a coward who can't accept what this is." He lets a bitter deep chuckle, his face reeking hatred for himself.

"This is so messed up because I finally found the answer..." He looks at me eyes full of hope, a bitter smile still spread along his lips and my stomach flips on itself at the first ray of hope. I need to remind myself that the answer could be the end of us too. I just gulp down the bile rising to my mouth and look at him, this time he reaches to hold my hands in his and I let him- too tired for this fight.

"I ran away the other night, I got scared... scared that I messed up the only thing that was going right in my life. I wanted to do everything right this time around. You have no clue how much I hated myself for letting you go the last time around, high school was messed up." I let out a sarcastic chuckle, my heart still beating in my ears and my stomach tumbling with anxiety. He holds my fingers delicately as if it will break if he holds on tighter.

"I actually went home the next day-" my eyebrows shoot up at the new information, "- I was there last week, to talk to my parents. That night when we... after you went to sleep, I got a call from my mom saying she wants me to get settled- in a typical arranged marriage, she was being serious enough that she had already set up a blind date with someone she knew. I freaked out... and went to have a talk with my parents."

"That still doesn't explain the radio silence I received..." I am ashamed at how little my own voice sounds, there's so much new information spinning in my head and the anxiety keeps getting worse by the minute. "Yeah that was stupid on my part, I was very confused. I left and got on the first plane home, all through the plane I wasn't even sure what I was going home to do. I spent the entire 14-hour flight trying to understand everything and it clicked only as I reached home... I don't want anyone else but you. I realised I went there in that hurry only to convince my parents about you.."

He finally releases a breath after saying all that in go, my head is still spinning but I look at him with wide eyes, more tears threatening to fall down- this time with a glimmer of happiness. I was still unsure of how this will end and I hear myself say, "Andd..?"

He holds my hands tighter, clearing his throat before continuing, "And they eventually agreed. After 3 very hard and long sleepless days. I did not want to text you until I knew what I was doing for sure. When I did try to text you the day I was leaving to come back home... you had apparently blocked me.." It's my turn to look guilty, as my stomach does happy flips and I feel my heartbeat everywhere.

"I don't really blame you, from your point of view it made sense. When I couldn't reach you even after coming back, I helped plan the reunion in hopes you will be there. I hope that I can talk to you... make you mine officially..." At this point, I am sure my heart has given out, and it is getting harder to hide the smile creeping up my face, so I bite down hard on my lower lips. Involuntarily my fingers wrap around his, holding on for dear life.

"What are you trying to say... I'm tired of all this back and forth" I say, my nerves reaching new levels of high and hopes high up to the sky.

He moves close enough that there is only an inch between our faces and I try to protest but it gets lost in my nerves when he uses one of his hands to pull me on his waist and I see how sincere and scared his eyes look. I lower my face unable to manage all the emotions raising up my gut and he uses his other hand to make me face him again.

"I am sorry for being a dick, now and then. But this time... I am not letting you go. I waited 8 years in agony to meet you again, and another year having you so close to me yet out of reach. So... this is me saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. This is it for me... you're it. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."

By now my face is entirely wet and I'm sobbing loudly as he reaches to wipe my tears away with his thumbs. I just lay my head on his shoulder and cry for what feels like a good half an hour. He keeps patting my head and lets me cry. Eventually, I gather myself and wipe my tears and look at him, he smiles at me earnestly.

"Well... are you going to say it back or ?" He asks and although his lips are in a smirk I can see the fear behind his eyes. I smile myself and reach to hold his face in my hands before leaning in and closing the distance between us.

We've shared a couple of kisses before- some passionate, mostly hesitant; but this time it is reassuring. This is the kiss of love, of comfort and it is the kind of kiss that feels like home.

"You really are not gonna say the words anytime soon are you?" he asks in between the kisses. I look at him in thought for a minute before shaking my head in negative defiantly.

"You are going to have to work hard for it lover boy."

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catgenderalien · 6 months

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romance but its between two autistic people.

"A has been gone for 2 hours. i bet they found a rock again and now they're going to run in here and tell me about it in 3... 2... 1..." *bursts into room* "BABE I FOUND A COOL ROCK LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT"

"u want to hug me, huh? get out of the sweater first, please. it is made of The Bad Texture. yes you can put it back on after we're done."

"when do i say i love you? do i say it now? do i say it tomorrow?" "i love you" "OH MY GOD DID I SAY IT AT THE RIGHT TIME??? I SHOULD HAVE ASKED A NEUROTYPICAL ABOUT THIS DAMMIT"

A goes to the store and sees something that reminds them of B's spinterest, so they buy it for them. B does the same thing for A.

the two of them can go literal weeks without seeing or even speaking to one another, but once they see each other again, they're basically inseparable.

whenever one has a meltdown or a shutdown, they go to the other because they know their partner can ground them better than anyone else can.

"b-babe... i may or may not have acquired another spi--" "tell me All About It. i have all day."

they don't need to touch each other to show their love. talking and being around each other in silence is more than enough.

neither of them have to mask around one another, because they know that neither of them will be judged for what is normal autistic behavior.

speaking of stimming, imagine if A picked up a vocal stim from B and its something stupid like "oh boy! its a ✨corner cat✨" or some shit.

#neurdivergent #actually autistic #autism #romance #couples #romantic #lovers #neurodiversity #neurodivergence #audhd #autistic #neurodivergent romance #neurodiverse stuff #neurospicy

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ynbabe · 2 years

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Moonknight x reader incorrect quotes- pt. 1

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

Steven: Good morning.

Marc: Good morning.

Layla: Good morning.

Y/N: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Jake: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

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Steven: You're a loose cannon, Marc.

Marc: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Layla: I think you play by your own rules.

Y/N: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Steven: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Marc: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Jake is a loose cannon.

Jake: *smashes a chair*

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Steven: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Marc: Rude.

Layla: That’s fair.

Y/N: Again? Jake!

Jake: Are you going to want this back, Y/N?

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Steven: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Jake: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Layla: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Y/N: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Marc: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Steven: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Marc: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Jake: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Y/N: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Marc: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Jake: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Y/N: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Khonshu, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Khonshu: Where's Marc, Steven, and Y/N?

Jake, hiding Marc and Steven, and Y/N in the trunk of his taxi: They're playing hide and seek.

Khonshu: Where?

Jake: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Marc: Are we really going to let Steven keep Layla?

Jake: We kept Y/n.

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Steven: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!

Marc: Tubular AF!

Layla: Mood to the max!

Y/N, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.

Jake, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Steven: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Marc: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Layla: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Y/N: I knew I lost those morals somewhere!

Jake: My moral code, is that you?

Steven:

Steven: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Steven: Anyone d-

Marc: Depressed?

Layla: Drained?

Y/N, Anubis' avatar: Dead?

Jake: Disliked?

Steven: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

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Steven, banging on the door: Marc! Open up!

Marc: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Jake: No, he meant-

Y/N: Let him finish.

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Jake, used to Y/N's bullshit: Dammit, Y/N!

Y/N, who has done about 20 things since waking up: What?! It wasn’t me!

Jake: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Marc!

Marc: Not me either.

Jake: Oh...Then who set the apartment on fire?

Steven, who had a nightmare and kicked a candle into the curtains : *whistles*

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Y/N: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Jake, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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Y/N: This is such a bad idea.

Jake: Then why are you coming along?

Y/N: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Y/N: And I love you.

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Y/N, defending Jake and himself: Okay. I get it. We've had a really hard time lately, we're stressed out, seven people died-

Anubis: Twelve, actually.

Y/N: Not the point. Look, they're dead now, and really whose fault is that?

Anubis: Yours!

Y/N, cleaning the blood off his suit's claws: That's right: no one's.

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #moon knight #moon knight incorrect quotes #moonknight x reader #moonknight x male reader #layla el faouly #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #khonshu #anubis

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turn-my-hollow-purple · 2 months

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hiiiiiiii~ 💖

could you write and Roy Mustang x fem!reader please!

… an office scenario would be cool 👉👈

Corporate Mustang

warnings: mdni, nsfw, unprotected sex, office smut (fem!reader)

“You requested to see me?” You say as you enter Roy Mustang’s office.

The colonel’s office was clean and simple. The white walls and the dark brown desk and chair were always clean and organized. His desk had a phone and a large stack of papers, which were probably unread and not filed.

“Yes I did. How are you?” He asked, a small smirk on his lips.

You weren’t one for casual small talk and you inhaled sharply.

“I’m fine, sir. Why did you ask for me?”

“I needed you to file some paper work for me on some important matters.”

That wasn’t a common request you got from him, it had only happened twice, maybe a third time but that’s pushing it. As a Sergeant, you didn’t often file the colonel’s important paper work so it was a strange request from him.

“I’m sorry? File your paper work?” You asked confused.

“Yes, I’d appreciate that. Let me organize them,” he mumbled and started flipping through the papers, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the papers.

You had been on a leave for three months and had just gotten back two weeks ago and everyone had been babying you since then. You had left because you got in a serious injury that left you barely able to walk with your right leg and you were ready to actually do things.

“Are you sure you don’t have any actual assignments for me?” You asked politely.

He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh, I forgot about your injury,” he mumbled, continuing to stack papers. It honestly sounded as though he had forgotten about your injury and wanted you to file his papers, which made you feel a bit better about yourself if you were being honest.

“You did?”

“Yes I did. How are you doing regarding that?”

You didn’t understand why Mustang kept trying to make small talk but it was irking you slightly. You had a job to get done.

“I’m fine, it’s completely healed which is why I want an actual assignment,” you mumbled, passive aggressively.

He smirked and let out a low laugh. “After this, I promise any major assignments I receive will be given to you.”

You were greeted with an intense silence filled only with the gently sound of papers shuffling.

“Can you come here and look at these?”

You came behind his desk and he started showing you the information for the papers.

He was standing directly behind you and you could feel his breath on your cheek and you couldn’t lie, it was distracting you. His body was pressed against you and you could feel him inhale and exhale. It was distracting you from whatever words he was saying.

You couldn’t lie, you had of course noticed how attractive the colonel was when you first met, but you never thought of him romantically or sexually in any way. But all you could think of was his breathing and the way he felt pressed against your-

“Did you catch all that?”

You froze, wondering how long you had been stuck daydreaming.

“Sergeant?” He asked again.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I was processing everything,” you mumble, embarrassed.

“Were you distracted by something?” He asked, his voice not wavering at all as he pressed his body harder against yours.

You could slightly feel his dick against your back and realized he was ever so slightly hard against you.

Was the colonel turned on? You thought to yourself. Your thoughts were kinda fuzzy and the thought of mustang being aroused by you honestly turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

“Hello? Hello! Sergeant?” The colonel called out.

“I’m sorry,” you said, you could still feel the pressure of him against you.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You were not sure how to answer the question.

“Dammit, Sergeant. When an officer asks you a question you respond,” he commanded.

What You just had a feeling he was into degrading and praising.

“Yes, I am splendid,” you mumbled, slightly out of breath.

“Are you okay with this?” He whispered into your ear as he put his hands on your waist.

You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

He tightened his grip on your waist and started kissing your neck. You felt his arms wrap around to the front of your body and grasp your shirt. He tugged at it gently and you could tell he wanted you to take it off. You hummed gently as you made to remove your button up.

He pulled his hands off your body to let you work as he himself stripped off his jacket. You couldn’t move tho, because his hips were pressed against your ass pinning you against his desk. You could feel his hard dick against you.

In second you were shirtless, just in your bra and your pants and you could feel his cold, hard and against your back. He continued to nip at your neck.

Honestly you had no idea what was to come, but you were hoping it would be you.

You gently pressed your ass harder against him and he groaned into your neck. In one swift motion he suddenly unclipped your bra and grasp your breasts in his hands. He gently rubbed his rough thumbs along your nipples causing you to squirm.

“Do you like that?” He hummed into ear. You nodded and bit your lip. He gently tugged on your pants and you sighed. What was he doing to, turning you into a puddle?

He quickly pulled your pants off and his followed after and you gaped at his now fully revealed dick.

It was huge and dripping precum. It was probably seven or eight inches long and was as thick as your fist.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

He smirked. “Not what you were expecting?”

“I see why you’re called mustang,” you giggle. He let out a low chuckle.

“It’s just my last name, darling, but I guess it holds a double meaning.”

You open your mouth to add a quip but he quickly shoved you over his desk, your hips pressed against the edge and your ass up, fully exposed to him.

Papers went flying as he adjusted you on his desk. He ran a hand along your spine to your ass and your skin erupted in chills. You gripped the far edge of his desk as his cock continued to brush against your ass.

He pulled one leg up, closer to the desk and gently rubbed your clit and you moaned loudly.

“If you don’t shut up, Sergeant,” he threatened. You nodded in response.

“I’m sorry, s-“

He cut you off by pushing his cock inside of you and you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming out.

“Oh you feel good,” he hummed, adjusting himself. He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

He pulled out of you then quickly rammed back in and grunted.

He held your leg propped up, and wrapped his arm around it so he could rub your clit as he continues to pound in and out of you.

You could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he continued to edge you, bringing you closer to your climax as he overstimulated you.

“I’m really close,” you mumbled quietly, your hips getting rammed continuously into the desk edge.

He pushed into you, taking you to your edge until your orgasm spilled out. A mere second later he reached his edge and his orgasm came over him, filling you up as he came. He rode out his orgasm then pulled out of you.

“Are you okay, Sergeant?” He asked, putting his clothes back on quickly.

You were partially stunned and your hips hurt and could feel the bruises forming on them already. You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine, that was, wow.” You couldn’t quite find words. You started putting your uniform on as well.

When you were both fully dressed, he stood in front of you and smirked. “Well as long as you’re good, I need these papers on my desk by tomorrow at 9.”

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dear-departed · 2 years

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Sweet heat (Lucifer)

Because y'all liked the previous smut with Beel, I thought I would do myself the ultimate self-service and make smut of Lucifer (aka my fav brother) so you're welcome, hope you enjoyed writing this as much as I did.

Warnings: Smut, obviously, wax play, ice play, overstimulation(?), MC sheds a few tears, talk of safewords, but none are used, Lucifer being a sadist, but not letting his sadism show a whole lot, also aftercare, MC is afab but no pronouns are mentioned

Word count: 3.4k

Lucifer does not do things recklessly, no, he plans everything down, and the same applies to your sex life. He’s not opposed to short sessions, designed to relieve both you and him of any pent-up stress. That being said, though, he would do just about anything to have you to himself all night, hours on end, drawing endless streams of pleasure from deep within you with his magic touch.

On nights where he has the pleasure to be with you during his free time, he prefers to go over every little nitty gritty detail before the two of you start. Your aftercare preferences, safe word, and how you would like him to talk to you.

“Safe word, are we still using umbrella for immediate stop and blue for ease up?” He asked, idly lighting up a candle and placing it on a shelf near the bed, adding to the ambient and romantic orangish-red glow to the room. After that, he adjusted the horn of demonus and the bottle of wine in the bucket of ice on the bedside tables, shifting them deeper into the ice cubes.

“Yes, that sounds good.” You squirmed in your seat, currently sitting crisscross on Lucifer’s large and plush bed. At this point, you’d actually started to not mind the skeleton in his room. After all, it was kind of like having a mini audience, one that wouldn’t judge you. You must admit, though, it definitely was freaky the first time you saw it.

“Tell me if I say something wrong to you, understand?” He sat across from you once more, gauging your expression.

“Of course, Lucifer, and you’ll tell me the same?”

“Yes.” He scooted a little closer, sitting up on his knees and leaning in. Softly, he cupped your cheek in his hand, pulling you into a tender kiss; soft sparks of passion snapping just beneath the surface of his façade. He rested his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down onto the mattress, slowly allowing his palms to slide down your body, admiring every curve that lay under your clothes. He lovingly played with the hem of your shirt, looking up to meet your flustered expression.

“Look at me, dear. Hold my gaze with those eyes of yours.” He commanded. He maintained eye contact with you as he scooted back a little, his face hovering between the waistband of your pants and your shirt. “May I proceed, Dove?”

You eagerly nodded, gnawing on your lower lip.

“Ah, but I need to hear your voice before I can continue. Won’t you talk to me?” A seductive smirk played at the corner of his mouth, his narrow eyes glaring holes into your very being.

“Yes, Lucifer! Dammit, keep going!” With anxiety building up in your mind and the pounding of your heart, you were eager to get out of these hot clothes and into his arms instead.

“My, my. How positively enthusiastic, MC.” He let out a breathy laugh. He slid one hand up your shirt and around to your back, cupping the curve of your spine as he lifted you up off the mattress just a tad so that he could pull that bothersome shirt from your body. He cast it aside to the floor the bed, making quick work of your bra, tossing it in the same spot as your shirt. He wanted to keep going, to take your pants and underwear off and admire you in your full glory, but his restraint fled him as he stared down at you, topless and at his mercy.

He kissed around the waistband of your pants, running his slightly cool tongue along the center of your stomach, transitioning to soft kisses when he reached the valley between your breasts. His nimble fingers rubbed against your waist, following the curve of your back as he slid them further down. He nipped and suckled on your clavicle while he slid your pants and underwear together off your hips. Once he got them down far enough, he hooked them with his foot and pulled them the rest of the way down, kicking them off behind him.

“Such perfection, infallible and...” He pressed his lips into where your jaw and neck met, finishing his sentence in the form of a soft murmur against your plush skin. “...And all mine...” He breathed softly at the sensitive skin at the front of your throat, sending chills running up your spine.

“Lucifer...” You whined out softly, eyeing at the buttons on his shirt, “I can’t help but notice you’re still fully clothed, don’t you think you should change that?”

“Not yet, Love. You’re wearing my resolve quite thin, don’t tempt me to rush things.” He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, his gaze lingering on your eyes for a few seconds.

He rubbed his hands together, popping his knuckles and his wrists, shaking them out briefly after. He rolled the sleeves on his simple button-down black shirt up to elbows, moving to sit on his knees beside you. He dragged two of his fingers down from your belly button and down to your vulva, spreading your labia apart, robbing both of his fingers in between the folds.

He brushed his index finger with feather-light pressure over your clit. Which at this point, the little bit of contact left your hips bucking a little, thighs jolting inward.

He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he soaked in your reaction. “I see I’m doing a good job, hm?” He eased his middle finger into your entrance, his eyes trained on your face and his ears listening closely to your sweet sounds. He slid his thumb upward, rubbing against your clit as he moved his middle finger around in slow, circular motions.

He continued this for a minute or two before sliding in his ring finger. “Is this alright?” He asked, still caressing your swollen clit with his thumb.

Seeing you eagerly not, your eyes bugging out as you bucked your hips up into his hand made his stomach do flips, something about seeing you so eager to feel his touch had him sweating.

Inside of you, his hand was beckoning you toward in in a ‘come here’ motion. He used his unoccupied hand to gently apply pressure between your pelvis and belly button, pressing down firmly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Just enough to max out the growing knot in your abdomen.

He felt you twitch, your muscles contracting and clenching around his two fingers. His thumb rubbed just a little faster, speeding up until your legs began to tremble, obscenities and incoherent screams of his name fell from your lips. Your legs instinctively tried to shut, your whole body shaking. He used one of his legs to gently pull your leg closer to him, keeping your legs spread.

He kept exactly at that pace until he could feel the twitching around his fingers come to a stop, your breathing slowing down and becoming heavier. “You got off that much from just my hands? I’m flattered MC, but that simply isn’t the main course.” His thumb slowed, never coming to a complete stop.

Your broken gasps and trained screams were music to his ears. “L-Luci... Lucifer! Lucifer! So much-!” He laughed, thunderous and taunting, as he leaned in toward your face, his hand leaving your stomach and coming to gently rest on your face. His breath was damp and cool against your ear, his deep voice dropping to but a whisper. “I know you can take a little more. You can handle it, I know you can.” He let out an incomprehensible noise, something between words, a grumble, and a purr. He grabbed ahold of your hand, which had been white-knuckling the sheets without even realizing. He brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss onto your knuckles. He then dropped your hand, allowing you to grab ahold of his still-clothed thigh.

“Is that alright, darling?” He stared down at your face, the look of pure love and admiration clouding over his lusted expression.

“Yes!” As torturous this much pleasure at one time felt like, your entire body craved it, you knew that no matter how damp your eyes became, they wouldn’t be tears of sadness with Lucifer, as he was far from disappointing in bed.

There’s something different between love you’ve ever experienced and love from the Avatar of Pride.

He started his same song and dance, going at the exact same pace that pushed you over the edge the last time. It worked just as a charm as it had before, but faster. He had you thrashing and screaming just from the lightest touch, warm tears of pure ecstasy dripping from the sides of your face and onto the pillow your head was on. He pulled his fingers out, looking at your flushed face, your eyes that were fuzzy and not quite focused on anything, the way your tongue was lolled out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you took deep breaths.

He gently stroked your head “you looked so irresistible like this... how about we do something else while you take a nice, relaxing, break from that?” He smiled, yet it was far from innocent.

He kissed your forehead, standing up off the bed. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” As if you would, what a joke.

He waltzed into his closet with an unfamiliar pep in his step. You heard the heavy clunking of metal, which could only be identified as the Mammon-proof safe he kept in his closet. He emerged a few minutes later, holding a small cardboard box of different candles, marked specifically as “unscented, skin-safe candles”.

Damn well now you’ve got me interested

You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, opening the box and pulling out three candles. A white candle, a red candle, and an ultramarine one. “May I?” He mimed out dipping the candle over your body, nodding his head over toward the lighter on his bedside table.

“Yes...” Your throat went dry, excitement building up in your stomach again.

He reached for the lighter, setting it beside himself. “Which color?” He fanned out the three colors in his hand.

“Um, blue. Yeah, let’s go with blue.”

“Good choice.” he lit the candle, holding it out to you. “Hold this for a moment, please.” You did as he said, watching him unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders. He rolled his shoulders in circles, popping his neck with his hands as he took the candle once more. He appraised your body with his eyes, skimming his eyes across your exposed skin, waiting for the wax to melt a little more.

He stuck his wrist out and dripped a little onto the underside, just below his palm, squinting a little. “Hold out your wrist, I don’t think testing on my skin is accurate. It doesn’t feel that hot, though.”

You did just that, sticking out the underside of your wrist. He tipped the candle over your skin, watching as the dark blue wax fell upon your skin. It was just enough to provide a subtle sting, but not much else.

“Is that alright?” He made eye contact with you, your face morphing to one of pure desperation. You eagerly nodded, responding with yet another “yes”.

He did another experimental drip of wax onto your thigh, his lips curling into a smirk when he saw you jerk your head back, whimpering softly. “That’s perfect!” In all honesty, you weren’t expecting the burning sensation to feel so... sweet. It both relaxed you and kept you more on edge.

He dripped a little more on both of your thighs, eventually moving his other hand to toy with your clit again. Dexterous hands working wonders between your legs as he continues to drip hot wax onto your thighs.

Slowly, he moved up, dripping a little bit just below your stomach, his gaze held captive with the way your hips bucked up, causing the wax to encroach onto the sensitive flesh of your stomach. The smell of the other candles burning in the room perfumed the air, clouding your brain with the smell of jasmine and lavender, the gentle undertones of citrus sneaking up on your senses.

He let out a soft groan, something about watching the way your body move was intoxicating to him, his ironclad restraint slipping through the same fingers that were buried inside you.

He drew his fingers out from the space between your thighs, skillfully unbuttoning his pants with one hand, tugging down his underwear just enough to free his excited length. He quickly returned his hand to its previous place, as if drawn to it.

“I never thought I would get to see you like this, all vulnerable for me. he dripped more wax onto your abdomen, fully aware that you were only half-listening to his words. He didn’t expect you to understand fully, with the state you were in, but he continued to speak regardless. “Humans are thought to be easily intimidated, and perhaps some are. But I’ve tried countless times to get you to submit to me by demonstrating my power, and yet you hardly ever faltered. Being with you has taught me that persuading and treating you or those below me with respect gets me further. After all, coaxing you to open up to me got me an amazing friend, yet an even better lover. And for that-” he leaned down, planting a passionate kiss on your lips, which were still agape.

He savored the warm puff of air in the form of a moan that escaped your mouth. The gentle buzzing of your lips against his made his heart flutter in his chest.

All of this, his words that barely registered through your mind, his lips against yours, the burning of the wax; it sent another orgasm racking your body, your thighs trembling in its wake.

He continued, letting you ride it out on his hand. He had you seeing nothing but white, but also stars, all at the same time. He rubbed his index finger and thumb together, using your arousal to pinch out the flame of the candle, dripping the remainder of the melted wax onto your chest.

“Are you alright?” He set the candle onto the bedside table.

Your chest heaved as you breathed in heavily, the wax slowly cooling down and crackling on your skin. “Y-yes...” he immediately got to work on peeling the wax off your body, using a small mahogany scraper to get the smaller pieces off.

Once he got all of the wax into a little pile on the bedside, he smirked a little. “I have something that will cool you off a little, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, please.” Your breathing began to regulate as you laid there, the sheets wrinkled where your hands were holding onto them.

“Understood.” he reached behind him, withdrawing one of the cubes of ice from the bucket that held the demonus and wine. He held it up proudly, watching as a bead of liquid fell from his hand as it melted in his grasp. He looked at your closed eyes, letting out a breathy laugh as he placed the ice on your thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp that you let out.

“It feels nice, does it not?” He dragged the ice around your skin, slowly working his way up to your chest. He delicately circled it around your areola, admiring the goosebumps that began to litter your skin.

“S-so cold...” You groaned out, gripping the sheets again.

“Of course, it is, Dove, it’s frozen.”

He continued his cold torture until the ice melted, grazing his eyes over the little droplets of water on your skin, your hair standing on end.

“Now then.” He flicked the water off his hands and onto your shivering body, shifting to position himself between your legs. He rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating the head in your arousal. And with that, he pushed it in, throwing his head back and letting out a throaty groan as you sucked him in.

Hypersensitive from the last two orgasms, you began to twitch and tremble right off the bat, even as he stood still. He grabbed ahold of your legs and leaned down, coaxing them over his shoulders. The angle at which was positioned made you emit a whine from your throat. He took both of your hands in his, beginning to thrust as he intertwined fingers with you, pressing your arms down onto the mattress.

He ducked down further to press his lips against yours, the loud sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, overpowering the sound of both you and Lucifer’s moans and groans. He let out a muffled grunt into your mouth, pulling away to ravage your neck again, the deep red marks from before were sure to result in dark purplish green hickeys, but he was prepared for that.

Who would the avatar of pride be if he weren’t prepared for absolutely anything and everything?

Your orgasm creeped up faster this time, once again making you shake and convulse with pure, unrestrained pleasure.

“Good...” He muttered against your skin. “Just hold it out a little longer, I’m closer...”

With a few more powerful thrusts that were perhaps a little rougher than they needed to be, he pulled out, your legs still resting on his shoulders as he released onto your stomach.

He panted softly, slowly releasing your hands from his grasp. “I’ll get us both cleaned up just... give me a minute.” He then let out a satisfied sigh, feasting on your body, his masterpiece; with his eyes, soaking up every aspect of you. The sweat lining your forehead, the little bit of drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth, your scarlet red neck, the white lines on your stomach, the small crumbs of leftover wax still sticking to your skin.

He moved from sitting on his knees to his butt, placing a loving hand on your thigh and gently rubbing at your slightly red flesh, shocked from both the heat of the wax and the chilling coldness of the ice.

He sent you a drowsy smile, one that makes your heart melt. He was always so much more vulnerable, so much rawer after sex.

After a few minutes, he clambered off the bed and picked you up with ease, carrying you off to his bathroom. He nudged open the door with his hip and set you on the counter, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he waltzed over to the tub. He turned on the water, grabbing a washcloth and dunking it in the cold water. He came back over to you, gently wiping off the white liquid from your stomach with the washcloth.

“I know it’s cold, but it will come off easier this way.” he whispered to you, making quick work of cleaning you off.

Once he was sure the water was heated up enough and the bath was filled, he picked you back up and set you on the edge of the tub. “Care to get in?”

You brushed your fingers across the thick bubbles on top. Does...

Does Lucifer own bubble bath?...

The Avatar of Pride takes bubble baths

Amazing.

You slid into the warm water, letting it work its magic against your tense muscles. The bubbles reached your chin, and smelled very faintly of lavender and roses.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to put out the candles, Love.” He left the room, leaving you to your thoughts briefly.

What did you do to deserve him? To deserve being treated like royalty from someone you assumed hated you from the very beginning?

He came back, wasting no time getting into the bath with you, which was more than big enough to hold two people. He scooted up closer to you, slumping against the edge of the tub.

Lucifer kissed your cheek, sighing softly in your ear, the taste of salt strong on his lips.

“I love you, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride.”

“I know.”

He laughed, the noise vibrating deep from within his chest. A true, hearty, laugh, that was a rare sound from him, even between the two of you. “And I love you, too.”

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buckybringsviolets · 1 year

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Can I get a letter from 40s Bucky? Like an enemies to lovers one. Where he lists all the things that annoys him about her and then confesses that he actually loves them and her? A little angst to sweet sweet fluff?

Love>Hate

Hope this is what you had in mind!

40's Bucky X Female Reader

600+ words

No warnings except for lovesick Buck

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Little troublemaker,

You asked me why I hate you so I’m gonna tell ya. I’m gonna try to keep my cool and not curse, but dammit doll, no one makes my blood boil like you do. And before you go and call me chicken for not confronting you in person with this, I’m only writin’ you ‘cause I don’t want to catch heck from Steve.

Okay, here goes, right outta the gate, when we first met, at the age of 8. When Steve introduced you. “Bucky?! What kinda name’s that? Sounds like your ma & pa named you after a dog.” You then started giggling, Stevie joining in with ya. “It’s a nickname, short for Buchanan, my middle name.” I told you, a smirk on my face. And you just smiled at me.

Even then, so young, but such a know-it-all. The way you talked, like you know everything, rattling off facts left and right, Ol’ Stevie just listening to ya like you’re the smartest person alive or something. “Did you know that horses and cows can sleep standing but only dream when lying down?” you’d look so proud, waiting for me to say something. “Yeah, that’s really something sweetheart.”

Speaking of Steve, don’t think I didn’t notice how you worked your way into his heart, by the time we were starting middle school it became Y/N & Steve this, Stevie & Y/N that. Stevie said you always asked about me, wondering why I was around much, but I think you were just looking to tease me about something.

That summer, between middle & high school? The trip the 3 of us took to Coney Island? Not only did you chase away Betty McIntosh (she was a real cookie! 😍) but you won that stuffed bear, THEN gave it to me! Jesus, doll, I wanted to win one for you!

I’m not even going to start in on prom. Every girl I asked, every one, said no way, that I was too hung up on you. “Y/N?! Are you nuts?” then they’d say “Yes, y/n!” I honestly don’t know what you told them to say that. But you must’ve said something.

And now, the way you go out with these guys, active duty men, I nicely warn you about them, ask you where they’re planning on taking ya. And you get all feisty with me “that’s none of your concern Bucky!” Just me looking out for you, and you’ve gotta get all upset with me. Just being a gentleman and all I catch is flak.

Doll, I’m gonna be a bit honest here, you kinda stunned me with what you said. “Bucky, why do you hate me?” a look on your face like I ain’t never seen before, something like concern, maybe heartbreak? And me, hate YOU? That is most certainly not something I could ever feel for you.

From the first time I saw you, when Stevie said “ this is y/n y/l/n, she’s new in town.” I knew. I was hooked. Doll, you are everything to me and more. But how could I ever tell you just how perfect you are? Not when I’m so… so not perfect. So I pushed you away. For your own good. Convinced myself you were better off without a mess up like myself.

So hate is not what I feel towards, for, you. Love, adoration, deep affection, definitely. You are amazing, gorgeous, so amazingly smart, generous to a fault. How could I not adore you, doll face?

Now before you start screaming at me, cut me some slack. I know I’m a dope, Stevie lets me know that every chance he gets. I’m crazy ‘bout you sweetheart, so maybe my brains a bit fried.

How about you let me take you out? Little dancing, a quick bite to eat, try my damndest to make it up to ya. Because y/n, you are IT for me. The endgame. ‘Till the end of line doll.

My love, always

James Buchanan Barnes

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thelampisaflashlight · 9 months

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Everything Goes On Pt. 10

[What's your middle of the night snack? Dew's is unwanted drama. This is a shorter installment, but there's a lot to unpack if that makes sense. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous part here.] Below the cut.

It's late when Mountain hears someone knocking lightly at his door, it's so faint he almost thinks it's coming from across the hall, but he gets up and decides to check anyway.

Pulling open the door, Mountain is shocked to see Swiss standing there, looking like he's been crying.

"What's wr..."

"...Can I have a hug?" he asks, sounding so incredibly small.

"...You make it very hard to say no." Mountain says, wrapping his arms around the ghoul, "You okay? You have a nightmare or something?"

Swiss shakes his head.

"Stomachache?"

"...Can I stay here tonight? I'm... Can I?"

The earth giant steps back and nudges his door open to let Swiss inside.

"...I hit Aether." Swiss says once he's finally snuggled up against Mountain, face buried in his chest, his warm breath tickling against his cool skin.

Rather than asking the obvious, "How?" or "Why?" skipping to the obvious conclusion that the ghoul must have come to the abbey on work related business, Mountain instead asks, "Is that why you told me to convince Dew to go outside?"

Swiss doesn't say anything, but Mountain can easily fill in the blanks.

"When I talked to Aether before he left, to be honest, I wanted to hit him, too." he confesses, "I don't know what's going on in that head of his, but... Whatever struggles he is going through, they don't justify his actions or the mean things he's said."

"I just..." Swiss starts, his voice a little croaky, "...He didn't used to be like this. He..."

Mountain pats Swiss' back.

"I know you want there to be one specific reason that Aether is acting like this that makes everything make sense, but I don't really think there is." Mountain hums, the rumble in his chest when he speaks making Swiss shift slightly and..

"..."

"Mount?"

"...Do you have your phone in your pocket?" Mountain asks, lifting the blanket, "...Why is your crotch glowing?"

Swiss wheezes.

"I-I forgot about that..."

Mountain makes a face, lowering the blanket again, suddenly remembering the night of the summoning, when Dew had mentioned he set Swiss up with the smaller guard ghoul.

"...How-"

"If I knew how to 'turn it off' I wouldn't be packing a rave in my pants. It'll go away eventually... Assuming there's no further, uh, incidents in the meantime."

Mountain lifts the blanket again, "Well, it certainly lightened the mood."

"Did you just make a pun about my dick, dude?" Swiss laughs, "For real? 'Lightened the mood', dammit, Mounty!"

"There's my goofy guy." Mountain smiles, pressing a kiss to Swiss' forehead, "Better?"

Swiss smiles and burrows back against his chest, "A bit."

"That's good..." Mountain yawns, "...You really hit Aether?"

"Twice." he says, "The first time was kinda automatic, I just... I heard him start talking shit about Dew and my hand moved faster than my head."

"And the second time?"

"He asked if I was Dew's new boyfriend, because I was defending him, which is..."

Dew is a light sleeper, so the moment he hears a knock on Mountain's door followed by muffled voices, he decides to get the Hell out of there.

The last thing he wants to hear is Mountain going all Denny's -Getting his grand slam on if you will- on whoever showed up, so he leaves his room intent on grabbing a snack in the kitchen and maybe curling up on the living room couch, assuming it's not already occupied.

"-don't want anyone to see you leaving here."

Dew pauses, sticking to the dark hallway as he comes up on the kitchen.

Cirrus?

"Yeah, given Swiss' reaction earlier, I don't think it's too early for us to tell anyone just yet..."

That's...

"I just feel bad, I mean, I told Cumulus about us sleeping together, but I didn't tell her about, you know, us."

"That's probably for the be-"

Dew reaches for the wall switch, standing in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen, a disturbingly calm expression on his face.

"Dew-" Cirrus' eyes widen, looking back at Aether, who looks equally taken aback by the ghoul's sudden appearance.

"I guess I should congratulate you two."

"Dew, I-"

Dew holds his hands up, "I'm sorry, but did I look like I was done talking?"

He steps forward, crossing his arms and taking a deep breath.

"I could not give less of a fuck about whatever the fuck this is." he says, "I'm not a part of it anymore, so I have fuck all to say about it, and I highly fucking doubt either of you would care even if I did-"

Aether opens his mouth and Dew swings his hand around to point at him.

"-I'm not talking to you." he looks to Cirrus, "You have to decide right the fuck now if this is worth it."

Cirrus reels back, "W-What?"

"Like I said." Dew narrows his eyes, "Is this worth it?"

"I..." Cirrus looks to Aether again, "He and I-"

"I don't care about that."

"Then what do you want from me?"

Dew looks back down the hallway, and then back to Cirrus.

"Her room is right next to mine." Dew says, "I have to pass on the way back, so I'm going to ask one more time... Is this worth it? Is hiding THIS-"

He gestures loosely at the two of them.

"-worth it?"

"You wouldn't..." Cirrus hisses.

"Cir, I know Aether's been fucking you stupid, but I know you're smart enough to know I absolutely fucking will." He side-eyes Aether, "Either you do it, or I will, because you and I both know what this is if you keep hiding it... and so you know, Lus knows. Lus knows you're hiding something from her... She deserves to know before this goes any further."

"And..." he continues, "If you can't give her that fucking much, then you don't deserve her as a friend-"

He scowls at Aether.

"-Or a girlfriend."

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

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“LOSING ROWDY” — Texas McCormick

PAIRING: Texas McCormick x reader

GENRE: romance

SUMMARY: After selling Rowdy and Toyota, Mason sends Texas over to your house to help him cool down.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

A/N: my poor baby didn’t deserve to lose his horses‼️‼️ I feel so bad for him :(. Requested by anon & proofread by @mictodii !!

TEXAS LOVED HIS HORSE. HE’D DO anything for that thing. So, when he called you saying Mason had sold not only his own, but also Tex’s horse, you were absolutely devastated for him.

“Mace— he s- he sold Rowdy! He sold Rowdy and Toyota, they’re both gone!” He said over the phone, his words pouring out like a spilled glass of water. You were so shocked that you didn’t respond.

“Y/N, Y/N are you there?” He asked you frantically.

“Yes, I’m here. I’m here for you.” You told him, he sighed softly.

“I’m gonna go find them— I’m gonna find them and I’m not coming back to this house till I do!” He raised his voice, you assumed it was because he wanted Mason to hear.

“Oh, c’mon, Tex…” you sighed. “Don’t do anything rash, please?” You asked him, knowing he’ll ultimately get himself or someone else in trouble.

But Tex was too stubborn to listen to anyone, even you. Especially when it came to his prized possessions.

“Tex, I’m telling you now, somethin’s gonna happen and either you’re gonna get hurt or go to juvenile detention.” You tried to talk him out of whatever he was gonna do, but he was quiet.

“Tex? Hello?” You asked through the speaker. Then the line went dead.

“God dammit, Tex!” You said in your mind as you slammed the phone back into its holder.

Without thinking, you rushed out your front door and to your farm truck, worrying for Tex. You started the car and rushed over to his house. On your way there, you noticed the green shirt he was wearing at school today alone with Johnny and Jamie walking beside him.

“Tex!” You shout, this catches the attention of all three of the kids. You continue going past them for a while, and then turn around so you’re now all going in the same direction.

“Tex, babe,” you sigh.

“I told you! I ain’t going back till I find Rowdy.” He shouts at you. You sigh.

“Tex, why don’t I take Jamie back, an- and then we can talk about this, yeah?” Johnny asks.

“Don’t you three understand English?! Get lost!” Texas says as his fists close into tight balls.

Johnny and Jamie are taken aback, and, not knowing what to do, get on Johnny's dirt bike and ride off.

You, on the other hand, stay driving close by him, still trying to reason with the boy. He ran a hand through his hair anxiously and continued walking.

“Y/N, please, just let me find Rowdy, will ya?” He asked you, his tone less harsh than when Johnny and Jamie were there.

“Tex—“

“Please, Y/N. He’s my horse- he ain’t yours, he ain’t nobody’s but mine!” You sighed again, deciding that there was no winning in this argument.

“Okay, I love you.” You reminded him, driving off and going home feeling completely guilty.

A while after, there was no word from Tex. It was getting dark, so you went and sat on your couch to watch your nightly show. Then there was a knock at your door.

You walked over, hoping it was Tex, but instead you were greeted by his brother's face. Mason's hands were on his hips and his hair was messy, he looked as if he had just finished wrestling a greased pig.

“Hey, Mace, everything alright with you and Tex?” You asked him. Mason leaned against your doorframe.

“No, he just won’t listen to me. Won't even give me the time of day to explain to him.” Mason sighed.

“Well, you did sell his horse…” you said quietly. Mason glared at you. “Sorry.”

“He's just emotional right now. I mean, he’s had that horse since he was about 12.” Mason says as he rubs his temples.

“So, why are you here?” You ask— not to be rude, but out of genuine curiosity.

“He’s in the truck. I’m wonderin’ if you can get through to him. Y’know, see if you can try to explain why I had to do what I did.” You nodded immediately, agreeing to Mason’s favor.

You watched Mason walk over to the passenger side of his red truck and talk to Tex. Eventually, he got out of the truck and walked over to you, his head focused on the ground. He stood at your door, not saying anything.

“I’ll be back later to pick him up,” Mason called as he got into his truck. “Thank you.” You nodded slightly and, as Mace drove off, you let Texas in your house.

Tex walked over to your couch and sat down silently. You could tell this was really taking a toll on him. You sat down next to him and rubbed his back, quietly letting him know he’s going to be okay.

He leaned his head on your shoulder, sighing and closing his eyes instinctively.

“I’m so sorry, Tex.” You whispered.

“It’s—“ he hesitated. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Just wish Pop was here.” You grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

“Let’s go to my room, huh?” You asked him, to which he nodded slightly. Luckily, your parents were gone for the week, so Tex could stay as late as he wanted to.

You took Tex to your room and had him lay down on your bed. You laid down with him, facing him. He held eye contact with you, the twinkle in his being more faint than it usually is. He gently placed your palm on his cheek, cupping it lovingly.

The two of you started a conversation about why Mason had to sell the horses and eventually led into Tex’s memories with Rowdy; how one time he thought there was a bear when it was really just a rabbit, and how another time he raced Johnny on his dirt bike and won, and how Rowdy hated baths— and so did Tex.

Eventually, the boy fell asleep. You didn’t, though. You stayed up and watched his peaceful chest rise and fall and rise and fall.

You were just about to drift off when, yet again, there was another knock on your front door. You carefully got out of bed so as to not wake Tex from your sudden moves.

When you opened the door, Mason was there once again.

“Hey, Mace,” you said. “Tex is sleeping right now, I can go wake him up if you want me to—“

“He is? Oh, alright then. Just leave him be. I’ll pick him up in the morning.” You smiled.

“Alright, goodnight Mason.”

“Night Y/N.. and thank you— for calming him down. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, I’d be crazy not to help Tex. I hope your pop comes back soon.” Mason nodded and then drove off.

With that, you went back into your room and fell asleep next to Tex.

#tex 1982 #tex movie #tex movie 1982 #matt dillon tex #texas mccormick 1982 #texas mccormick #texas mccormick x reader #texas mccormick x you #texas mccormick x y/n #Texas McCormick fanfiction #Texas McCormick fanfic #Matt Dillon #matt dillon 1982 #matt dillon x reader #matt dillon x you #Matt Dillon x y/n #📝 — liv’s requests ★.#📂 — liv’s writings ★.

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mandalorian’s mercy part nine

Previously ‘Are You Cold?’

Pairing: Alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader

Word Count: 7k

Synopsis: Yearning, desire, and consequences.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut (MF, masturbation, dirty talk, omegaverse heats & ruts, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamic) a/b/o dynamics, tw: food

A/N: I just want to say again, thankyou to everyone for all of the love & support on this fic, it has made me so so happy 💕. I’m planning to post part 10, the finale, soon. As always, if you like my writing, please reblog. I hope you enjoy...

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You’re thinking about him again.

In your hand sits the communicator Din gave you, the smooth curved shape now so familiar it’s etched in your brain. Your thumb runs over the buttons as you let your mind wander, drifting off to memories of him, of your Alpha, the attractive sound of his deep laughter and the warm secure grip of his hand around your waist.

A soft nudge to your side takes you out of it. “Hey.”

You blink. “Sorry, Anuma.” Shit. You run your hand over your face and stifle a groan. There’s still so much work to be done.

The Twi’lek sitting next to you knows better than to touch you again, but she peers at you with those sharp, discerning eyes, and although most of her features are masked, somehow you know she’s frowning. “You need to nest.”

A pang of fear goes through you. That word. You shake your head. “No, no, I’m not there yet.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “Take the water out then, you’re clearly of no use in here anymore.”

Heat rushes to your face. You look down at the table; the large pile of coin that should have already been counted up and stashed away still untouched. You stand and back away from the corner desk. “Sorry. I’ll - water...”

She regards you with a disapproving look, then turns back to the task, shaking her head and muttering to herself in Twi’leki.

You step up to the kitchen sink, the sound of clicking credits filling the room as she takes over your job.

Her office is still nothing but a small corner desk and a safe tucked into the nook of the kitchen. It’s makeshift, but there’s so many other things in this den that take priority when it comes to upgrades.

The kitchen itself has been a massive project, a job that took you most of the month to complete. Now, setting your eyes on the results of your hard work, you feel hopeful. It’s not great, but it’s a lot better than before.

The tap water is luxuriously cool. You splash some on your face to cool down, providing a brief respite from the heat clawing beneath your skin. You stare at your flushed reflection in the water and try not to burst into tears, or laughter.

The mood-swings that accompany your heat seem worse than last time. It’s incredibly draining, helping out with the den, one minute feeling happy and flirty and lighter than air, and the next, yearning for your Alpha hitting you like a punch to the gut until you feel like sinking to the floor and crying your eyes out.

No, it wasn’t like this last time. Last time, you were freshly off the blockers. This time, you’ve had a whole month without them.

As you go to leave the room with the tray in hand, Anuma blocks your path, a bottle of pills in her hand. “Please, take one.”

You brush her aside. “We’ve had this conversation.”

“There’s no need to torture yourself without an Alpha.”

You grit your teeth, hand on the doorknob, wishing she wouldn’t call it torture. “Save it for someone in need.” You open the door and step out.

“And what will your Alpha think?”

You halt midstep, some of the water spilling over the edges of the cups. Stars dammit, why did you ever tell her about what happened with Din?

She rounds you, arms crossed. The cloying scent of incense fills your lungs. “You already lied to him about your location, what do you think he’s going to do when he - ”

“It’s not about him,” you protest.

She gives you a look.

You sigh, gripping the tray a little tighter. “When I see those blockers, I see myself a month ago, completely unprepared to go into heat and desperate for blockers which you didn’t have. Sure, I had a trustworthy Alpha in the end, but what about the next Omega who walks through those doors?”

She casts her gaze down to the floor and sighs.

“I came here to help,” you continue. “So, please, stop tempting me with them. We only have a limited supply.”

She hesitates, before pocketing them. “I just... don’t want to see you in pain.” Flicking her eyes back up to you, you see a vulnerable side of her she rarely allows anyone to see.

You force the part of you that’s afraid deep down, and square your shoulders. “We set up the nests for this very situation. I promise, I’ll be fine.”

You already lied to him about your location -

You push her voice out of your head. You can’t think about that, not without being sucked into a downward spiral of anxiety and guilt and hormones.

People take water from the tray as you make the rounds through the den. Though the room itself is fairly big, it’s overflowing with Betas and Omegas seeking refuge every night. Still, the place has been improved a lot over the past few weeks.

For one, it smells a lot nicer now. Where there was once a dirt floor and simple fabric partitions, there’s now clean beds and privacy screens.

Your tray is light as you reach one of the employees, an Omega woman who showed up a few days ago and has been working here since. She never gave anyone her name, but you feel like you can trust her, like her eyes convey an air of strength and certainty.

She’s folding sheets and humming when you find her.

“Hey you, thirsty?” you say as you approach with the tray.

She stiffens, then turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “It’s you.”

“What?”

“That tangy scent,” she says, approaching to take a drink. “Normally we’ve relocated any Omega that smells like that into one of the nests. Are you sure you should be here, boss?”

“Not the boss,” you insist.

She shrugs, lifting the cup to her lips and taking a long drink.

You shift on your feet. “I don’t want to nest,” you confess. “It doesn’t feel right.”

Finishing the water, she sets the empty cup back on the tray and wipes her mouth. “You want my advice, boss?”

You nod.

She looks at you straight. “Stop waiting for it to feel right. Omegas cannot afford to be picky, and a nest is never going to feel right without an Alpha to make it for.”

An Alpha to make it for. Your knees go a little weak, and you can’t help the way your thoughts flick to him again. That’s it, little Omega. Make me another nest. His voice, clear as day.

A bolt of heat lunges through your veins. It’s sudden and brutal, and you gasp in pain. “Oh - stars!” The scent of your slick permeates the air.

“Shhhit,” the Omega curses, lifting the tray from your hands. “I think it’s here, boss. Come on and we’ll get you to a nest.”

Your stomach turns. She leads you away from the den, towards the back door which used to be a storage room. Now cleared and divided into private nesting spaces, it serves as a place for Omegas in heat to retreat to. Maker willing, the den would always have enough blockers to prevent anyone from going into heat, but there are always situations outside of your control.

The makeshift nests are designed to be scentless and comfortable, but also practical and cost-efficient. The intention behind it was to ease the pain of an untended Omega in heat, but now, all you feel is insulted as you’re lowered into one by the girl who calls you boss.

Nests are instinctual - special. You never made one before Din.

“No, it’s not right,” you gasp, sweating with heat and aching to your core. “Not without him here.”

“Try and sleep through it,” she says, fixing the sheets of the nest in a way which annoys you.

“Won’t help,” you murmur, curling in on yourself as a cramp hits you, and already you feel your eyes pricking with tears. “I’ll just dream about him.” Like you’ve been doing every night since you left him.

She narrows her eyes at you, standing up. “Who is ‘he’?”

Tears wet your cheeks. “Just an Alpha.”

“Ah.” Pity flashes in her eyes.

“What, no advice on how to get through this without him?”

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”

You nod and curl back in on yourself. Her scent isn’t offensive, but like most Omega scents, it doesn’t appeal to you, and you find having her here both irritates you and distracts you from your heat.

“You know the drill,” she says from the doorway. “Meals will be delivered through the hatch. There’ll be morning checkups, so try to cover up after breakfast. And try and keep the noise down if you can.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Leave me alone now.

She shuts the door.

You bury your face into the stiff, odourless pillow and let out a whine. Heat floods between your legs. Your channel contracts around nothing, and your muscles tense and groan in dissatisfaction.

You’ve been through your heat without an Alpha before, but this time is different. This time, you know what you’re missing. You have memories to torture yourself with.

It’s too late to go on blockers now. You chose this. But you didn’t expect this level of desperation and pain so soon, so brutal. Fuck.

Soon, the heat gets too much, so you divest yourself of your clothes and dig yourself further into the nest, rubbing your needy scent on the sheets as much as possible.

Time loses meaning.

The room is dark and bare and silent.

The memory of his scent calls to you - a phantom scent that you remember well now that it’s missing.

It hurts.

It hurts so much that you feel paralysed by the pain and the discomfort, unable to move until there’s a knock on the door and food pushed through the hatch.

The scent of dinner food crawls over your skin and invades your nostrils, causing your instincts to go haywire. Wrong.

The thought of eating is about as unappetising as it could possibly get, but there’s a quiet, filtered voice in your head that reminds you that you need to keep your energy up, so you wolf it down in miserable silence and then shove the empty plate back through the door and lean forward to rest your head on the cool durasteel, temporarily abandoning your nest.

You breathe deeply, trying to calm your emotions, but the urge to cry is getting harder to resist. It’s hard to believe you’re only a few hours into this torture.

When the food has settled and you’ve cooled down as much as possible, you turn back to your nest, eyeing it in the dim light with disdain.

Your clothes lay strewn to the side, discarded over your nest in a way that feels unsatisfying. You’re not sure it will help, but maybe if you incorporate them into the nest properly...

Your hands move quickly as you fixate on the task you’ve given yourself. There’s enough slick slowly dripping between your legs that you decide to avoid putting your nice clothes in that region, instead opting to layer the fabrics nearer to your head so you can breathe in the scent more. It’s no Alpha scent, but it calms the territorial side of you to mark this place as your own.

Your hand catches on an object in one of the pockets in your clothes. The circular device can only be one thing - the communicator Din gave you.

Din.

A wave of sudden need hits you, overcoming everything else, and you find yourself abandoning your task, eagerly taking the communicator out of the clothes and propping it on a pillow almost reverently.

With a press of a button, the device lights up and you’re able to go through your encrypted messages. You bite your lip, anticipation rising.

Are you safe?

The latest message from Din, sent tonight, appears on the screen.

You melt at his words, and for that matter, slick is gushing from your pussy worse than before. You have to close your eyes and breathe through the pain for a moment.

The same message has been sent to you every day, but it never comes at exactly the same time, which is why you’ve resorted to carrying it around with you. It’s become your most treasured possession, the damned device burning a hole in your pocket as you help run the den.

Shit, the timecode indicates this was sent hours ago. This might just be the longest you’ve gone without responding. And if Din suspects something is wrong, he might try to find you on Minnoth.

Those thoughts are vague, distant worries that briefly concern you before you get swept up in your heat again. Your mind whirls, your instincts screaming at you Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, and your finger hovers over a second button. The forbidden one. The one he told you not to touch unless it was an emergency. Live holo.

This is an emergency, the hormonal side of you argues.

But then he’ll find out. He’ll know you didn’t go on blockers, and he’ll know you left Minnoth. He might come looking for you.

Your thighs squeeze together at the thought, because fuck, the thought of him coming for you is enticing, and suddenly you’re struggling to remember why you shouldn’t press the button.

It’s not encrypted, Din will freak out, and besides, you’re supposed to be avoiding talking to each other as much as possible. All very logical, important arguments.

But right now, you don’t care about any of that. There’s a deep, instinctual feeling within you, urging you to call him and tell him everything.

Your Alpha will make everything okay.

You press the button before you can talk yourself out of it.

“Stars, what am I doing?” you mutter to yourself, as you wait for him to pick up. Your mind’s gone blank, and you can’t remember why the little voice in your head is crying this is a mistake! Dread grows in your gut, but so does excitement, and need.

Then the hologram finally lights up, bathing the room in a soft electric glow.

Your breath stops as you take in the image of Din, live. He’s clearly sitting, leant forward over his holo, wearing nothing but a loose undershirt and his helmet.

“Omega?” comes his voice, urgent and gruff, and you could weep with happiness. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You go to speak, but can’t find the words. You’re sitting in your nest, all alone and in heat, slick seeping into the sheets beneath you. He can probably see your nakedness. Fuck, it’s really him. “Din,” you breathe, taking the communicator and laying back into your nest, “I miss you.”

There’s silence for a second. His chest rises and falls. “Why did you call me?” he finally says.

You whimper, and a few tears slide down your face. “I need you. Need you here, with me.” In my nest.

He huffs a breath. “Omega.” There’s a growl in his tone that sends shivers down your spine.

You moan as a fresh gush of slick begins, and shift your legs and arch your back on instinct. “Oh...”

“Are you...”

“Yes?” You turn your head back to the holo, to him. He’s leaning closer now, like he’s trying to see you better.

“Are you in heat?”

“Yes,” you repeat, and let out an involuntary sob. The tears have started now, and they probably won’t stop for a while yet.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and the holo shakes and blurs as he moves on the bed. “Fuck.” His voice comes out muffled.

“Din?” Your anxiety grows, that little voice warning you in the back of your head that you did something wrong. But you can’t remember what. You need to see him again. You lean in closer to the holo, biting your lip. “Din I - I need to see you, please - ”

“I’m coming,” he says, but his voice sounds farther away. A few seconds later, the image stabilises, and you can see him sitting in the pilot’s chair, operating the control panel. “Fucking stars, Omega, wait for me.” He operates the ship, urgently tapping buttons and flicking switches. “I’m a day away from Minnoth - shit. Don’t let anyone else in. Where are you staying?”

You bite your lip.

“Omega, answer me. Where are you?” he growls, using his Alpha command. It’s supposed to be less effective on calls, but you still feel the urge to obey coming over you.

“I’m at the Omega Den,” you confess shakily. “On Coruscant.”

He growls. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper.

He rears back a little. “I don’t understand. Yesterday you said you were safe.”

“I was - I am - but I - ”

“You think you’re safe at the den, without blockers,” he finishes for you, a growl in his voice that hints his disagreement.

You nod. “I helped set this place up.”

He shakes his head. “You’re not making sense.”

“Sorry,” you say, heat rushing to your face. It’s hard to think properly - everything would be so much better if he was here. “Can you come?”

He shifts focus back to the operating panel, switching buttons as though to change course. After a few moments, he leans back in his seat and you can see him take a deep breath by the rise and fall of his chest. He shakes his head and murmurs low, “Coruscant is three days away.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh.”

“Fuck, little thief,” he growls, running a hand down his helmet.

A whimper escapes you, your insides clenching. He’s mad, and it’s your fault.

Shaking his head, he leans forward and flicks a few more buttons. His voice comes out distant as he leans away from the holo. “I’m setting the Razor to a hard burn. You stay inside until I get to you, okay? It’s not safe.”

“Okay,” you nod, trying to sound not as broken as you feel. “Are you angry with me? I just thought...” You moan as the needy ache in your core grows unbearable again. The pain is getting worse, causing your breaths to come out short and shallow as you twist and writhe in the nest, losing sight of the holo.

“Omega?” His voice is muffled again - distant. But warmth spreads through you at the sound. “Omega - talk to me.”

In heat and vulnerable, you stand no chance against his commands. “Din?” you call out. Your eyes open, and you catch sight of him again.

He’s sitting on the edge his bunk from the looks of it, bracing his elbows on his knees in a way that makes his biceps tense. “I’m right here,” he growls. “Talk to me.”

“Okay,” you breathe, eyes straying around the room. “Uh, I made a fucking terrible nest.”

“You nested?”

“Wasn’t my idea,” you murmur, picking at the sheets and rubbing your thighs together.

He growls. “Whose idea was it?”

“Anuma’s.”

“Who is Anuma?”

Your core clenches at his possessive tone. “Friend,” you whimper. “Beta.”

“Fuck.” The hologram shakes slightly, Din’s arm reaching down out of frame to his lower body, and you instantly realise he’s feeling himself.

Your body burns with need. “Alpha,” you cry out, half aware and half in a delirious state of heat and pain. The nest feels too hot and too cold at the same time, but you know it would all go away if Din was here, covering your body possessively with his, scenting you with his pheromones.

You turn over onto all fours and raise your ass up into the air, legs spread wide, without even thinking about it. “Din...”

He grunts, and you hear him shifting positions, but in your movement you lost track of the holo again. “Are you fucking presenting right now, Omega? Move the holo so I can see you better.”

Your eyes fly open. Where is it? You don’t want to move from your position - but you need to obey your Alpha. You scramble through your nest until you find the source of the glow, and whimper as you set your eyes on him again.

He’s shifted the view of the holo down, and you are so consumed by the sudden sight of his fist around his cock it sends a rush of slick to your cunt.

“Please, please, I need it,” you whimper, desperately following the movement of his hand up and down his length. “I’m so wet.”

“Fuck yes,” he groans. He jerks his fist faster, forearm tensing deliciously with the movement. “Fucking best feeling ever, pushing inside your wet cunt.”

Your body clenches, a whine pouring from your throat before you can stop yourself.

“I know,” he pants, “I know, Omega, it’s killing me too.”

“Need you inside me!”

“Show me.”

You blink at his order, then move, twisting onto your back and then taking the holo down your body, pointing it towards your pussy. You move so fast you barely even register what you’re doing - everything is on autopilot now, nothing except your heat and your Alpha. With your legs spread open, you give him a clear view of the wetness between your legs. “Can you see?”

You peer at him, and while you’ve been moving, so has he. He’s kneeling, the position perfect for him to hold his cock out in front and jerk himself off, the display giving you an up-close view of his hips, pelvis, and thighs.

“Yes,” is all he says, the word a deep grunt. He’s going faster now, furiously fucking his fist to the holo of you, and your legs spread wider for him.

The sight is erotic. You can almost feel each thrust as he begins jerking his pelvis, fucking into his fist. The knot at the base, already swelling, teasing you so bad your cunt feels ridiculously empty.

“Please fuck me,” you beg desperately, tears welling in your eyes again. “Please, Alpha.”

He growls in response, the sound broken up by the jerking of his hips, and it almost sends you over the edge. “Touch yourself,” he commands.

You instantly put your hand on your pussy and run a finger through your slick. Jolts of electric bliss emulate through you, and you start going faster, working yourself frantically, needing more more more -

“Greedy,” your Alpha says, jerking himself off to the sight. He sounds both furious and amused and your body reacts, like it does to everything he says, with more slick.

“Not enough,” you breathe.

“I know.”

“Need your knot, Alpha.”

“Keep going.” He sounds desperate now, and it sends shivers down your spine. He's big and hard and ready to knot you and the sight is an exquisite torture.

You moan, circling your clit and spreading your legs as wide as you can for him. “Cum. Cum inside me.”

“Fuck yes, Maker,” he groans. “Want to knot and breed you, Omega. Fill you up with me, sink my teeth in your neck, split you apart on my knot - ”

“Din.” You start to come, realising he’s gone into rut and it’s exactly what your inner Omega wants more than anything. You lose your grip on the holo but it doesn’t matter because you can still hear his deep groan when he comes as well, sending you further into bliss.

As you ride it out together, he rambles praises and promises like an Alpha in rut is compelled to do, and it’s perfect.

Mentally, you’re in bliss. Physically, however, you’ve never felt emptier.

Laying in your nest in the aftermath, you blink slowly and reach around to find the holo again.

He’s standing now, peeling off his shirt and shifting things around the space as though getting ready for a rut.

When he turns back to the holo, he catches you watching him, and growls, leaning down towards you. “Again?”

With a shiver, you nod.

Across holo, you tease orgasms out of each other, one after another, until you’re soaked in ineffective pheromones and sweat.

First on all fours, presenting. Then kneeling so he can see your tits. Now on your back again because you’re getting exhausted. He gets off on the commands, and you get off on obeying them.

“That’s five, little thief.” Din pants.

You lift your hand from your slick pussy and try not to wince as another wave of heat overcomes you for a moment, filling you with nausea and desperation. You need more, but your inner muscles feel abused and sore from your meagre fingers.

A tear falls down the side of your face. “Why aren’t you here, Alpha?”

He sucks in a breath. “Omega...”

“I know.” You wipe your tear away and roll over in your nest, burying your face in your own scent. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

You bite your lip and roll over again to face him in the holo. He’s laying down, naked except for his helmet, watching you. “But I’ve fucked everything up.”

“Omega, don’t.” He sounds torn. “Not while I can’t be there to comfort you.”

More tears fall, even as you wipe them away. “Fuck, I’m sorry. My hormones are a mess without you.”

He groans and rolls on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “When I find you, we can talk. Exchange stories. And I will want to know. Everything, Omega.”

You nod solemnly.

“But, right now?” His voice lowers. “I couldn’t give a fuck about any of it. I missed you.”

Your heart soars.

The sound of someone knocking on the door interrupts you. The hatch opens and a food tray slides through. "Hey boss, breakfast.”

Breakfast time already? It feels like the time has flown by, and yet, there’s still so much more of this you have to go through without your Alpha. Two and a half fucking days. Any appetite you may have built up leaves you at the thought. You push yourself up to look at the dish.

“What is it?” Din asks.

You lay back down in your nest, peeking up at your holo. “Nothing, just breakfast.”

He snaps his head toward you instantly, and his voice comes out a growl. “Someone saw you?”

A rush of heat floods through you at his tone, and you quickly shake your head, shifting your legs to relieve the pressure between them. “No, no, there’s a food hatch.”

“At the den? Where are the others?” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“It’s okay,” you start, giving into the urge to please your Alpha as much as possible. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive his growing protectiveness is. You’re struggling to form sentences, too distracted by hormones stirring up your heat. “They have private nest spaces now, in case of emergency.” You bite your lip and shift in your nest. Maker he looks so broad and strong laying out on his bunk, one arm bent back behind his head, flexing his bicep. When you see him next, you’re going to bite him.

“Smart,” he grunts in response, sounding slightly more relaxed.

“I need you to fuck me.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think about it.

His growl is instant, and dangerously low, and you watch in eager anticipation as he leans over and grabs the holo, staring at you through his visor. “You need to eat your breakfast first.”

You sigh. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Then do it, Omega.”

“Why should I? There’s no-one here to make me.”

“Are you disobeying me?”

Oh. You don’t respond, frozen by his words.

“Omega.”

You whimper.

“Eat.”

And just like that, you’re getting up to retrieve the tray. As you return and sit back down in front of the holo, a thought crosses your mind, and you pause. “What about you?”

He tilts his head. “I'll be fine.”

You frown. “But you need to eat too.”

“I don’t want to leave you. Not while you’re in heat.”

Your heart melts for him, but you can’t let him get away with this. As you slip a spoonful of breakfast gruel into your mouth, you summon all the dominance you can muster while in heat, swallow, and glare at him. “You’re in rut, too, if I’m not mistaken. Cover the holo while you eat, and I’ll talk to you so you know I’m still there.”

He tilts his head at your display, folding his arms. “You’re cute. I’ll be fine.”

You glare harder, but maker, he’s stubborn. You sigh, and, tapping into your Omega nature, beg. “Please, Alpha?” you ask, giving him pleading eyes. “I need you to keep up your strength for me.”

He stares at you silently, but you notice his arms losing a little of their stiffness.

“Please,” you beg again.

He gives a shake of his head, and sighs. “Don’t... don’t beg like that... that is unfair.”

You laugh. “Good to know.”

“Eat your breakfast.” The holo goes shaky as he gets off the bunk. “I’ll get something now.”

“And you’ll stay on the call?”

“Yes.”

You watch the holo closely as you eat. There’s something so domestically fulfilling about eating together, and like watching one of the most interesting holovids in your life, you end up absent-mindedly snack on your breakfast food while watching him methodically prepare his meal with all the precision of the bounty hunter who tracked you down in that backwater hotel.

By the time he sits down to eat, you’re almost finished, setting the food tray aside.

He speaks to you gently. “I’m covering the holo, but we can still talk.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He reaches for the holo, and then the image disappears.

You lean in. “Din?” You call, just to check

“Yes,” comes the low sound of his voice.

You smile, and lay back in your nest.

“Talk to me, Omega.”

Wandering your hands along the fabrics of the nest, you close your eyes and imagine you’re next to him. But when you open your eyes, he’s still not there, and it hurts. Sighing, you roll onto your front and stare at the blank device.

“I thought about calling you every day, but the live holo... you said someone could track it?”

It takes a moment for him to respond. “Yeah, they might.”

Your stomach clenches. Ending contact with him is not an option you can even consider, and yet, you worry. “Am I... in danger?”

The clattering of cutlery crackles through the speaker. “No.” The speaker picks up a slight catch in his breath. “I hope not.”

He’s worried. Concern overtakes you at the thought, and suddenly you’re thinking clearly. “You know what, yeah, it will be okay. We set up protections here, even if someone does... come looking.” You nod confidently to yourself.

“Protections?”

The curiosity in his tone makes you perk up. “You want me to tell you about them?”

You can hear the slight smile in his voice as he response. “Yes I do, little thief. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

Heat rushes to your face, and like a criminal confessing, you begin to explain in detail all the various projects you’ve been working on over the past few weeks without him.

All conversation ends as soon as Din reappears in the holo. You’re a whimpering, needy Omega in heat, and as he sees your reaction, he growls out a command. “Present.”

Stars, you’ll never get used to his voice, even through the vocoder and over holovid, and even without the command, you would eagerly obey him.

But as you go to position yourself on all fours for him, a gentle knock sounds on the door.

You freeze.

“What is it?” your Alpha growls, his thickened, hard cock taking up the entire frame of the holo as he strokes it up and down.

More raps against the door. “Boss? You covered up? It’s checkup time, I’m coming in...”

Shit! Checkups after breakfast, how could you forget? Your eyes dart around the nest as you take in the scene. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if they knew you about the holo, but the territorial side of you doesn’t like it, and right now, that’s the part that’s in control.

There’s a beeping as the Omega on the other side of the door punches in the unlocking code.

Your insides clench, because fuck, your Alpha will have to wait. “Just a moment!” you call out, sitting up and scrambling to get things in order.

“Omega.”

You snatch the holo and hold it close to your mouth so you can whisper. “They’re coming in to check up on me.”

“What? Who?”

“Omega. I don’t know her name, but I trust her.”

He growls. “You don’t need her.”

“I know.”

“You need me.”

“I know, Alpha,” you breath, your hormones flaring at his possessiveness. “I’ll get rid of her as soon as possible, but they won’t leave without doing a proper checkup.”

He jerks his head, as if trying to come to terms with this. You can see the tendons in his neck tense as he clenches his jaw.

You bite your lip to keep your reaction at bay.

“Fuck. I can’t stop it,” he growls angrily, “...but if she touches you, Omega, I will kill her.”

Maker. “She won’t,” you assure him breathlessly.

He nods, and you see the image of him move as though he’s walking around, pacing as he watches.

You tuck the communicator beneath a fold in your nest, and the holo image of Din disappears. Your stomach drops in despair at not being able to see your Alpha, so deep into your heat.

Lifting the thinnest sheet on your overheated form, you clear your throat and call out to the Omega.

“Come in.”

With a beep and a click, the door slides open, and the Omega who calls you boss stares down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Bad time?” she asks.

“Always.” Your pussy gives out a needy throb, missing the attention you were about to give it moments earlier.

She snorts. “I’ll be quick then. You okay?”

You nod.

“Good.” She spreads her hands out, open. “Anything you need, now’s the time.”

“I’m fine,” you start to say, before eyes widening as you remember something. “No-one has come asking for me, have they?”

She frowns. “No... You expecting someone?”

You breath a sigh of relief. “No, no, just paranoid. Thanks.”

“Right,” she nods, eyeing you curiously, before turning to go. “I’ll keep an ear out.” And with a slap of her hand on the number pad, the door slides shut again.

You move instantly, frantically fumbling through the nest for the communicator. The holo lights up with the image of him pacing back and forth with his form tense, arms folded, and head lowered.

“Din,” you breathe, the needy ache between your legs growing.

He stops pacing and snaps his head towards you.

You swallow. “She’s gone.”

He comes close to the holo until only his lower stomach is in view, his hardness standing at attention. “Present,” he snarls.

His dominance sends a rush of slick between your legs, a whine rising in your throat. You follow your natural instinct to present, getting on all fours, arching your back down low, and spreading your legs so he can see everything.

For a moment he says nothing, and there’s just the static sound of his panting.

Is he stroking himself? “Alpha, please,” you moan, slick running down the inside of your thigh.

“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you tip your head back, rocking yourself on all fours. “Please!”

“Fuck, so do I. I want it so bad and you’re right there and I can’t.”

You rock back more, whimpering. “I’m so empty.”

He groans.

“Please, Alpha, please.”

“Just... just finger yourself.”

Disappointment floods through you, even though you know it’s the best you can do for yourself right now. Stiffly, you reach a hand between your legs.

“Show me your slick.”

You part your pussy more for him and run a finger through it.

“Fuck. I have to taste you again.”

You bury your face into the nest as your fingers begin working your pussy. “Oh.” A moan escapes you.

“When I find you,” he pants, “I’m going to have you against a wall again.”

You moan louder.

“And then bent over something.”

“Yes.”

“Closest fucking waist-high surface,” he snarls.

You grit your teeth as a wave of pleasure moves through you. “Oh fuck, oh please!”

“My teeth on your fucking neck.”

Bliss fills your body at the thought. “Claiming me,” you breathe. “I want you to.”

“Uh huh,” he grunts.

“I mean it, Din. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.” And it has been. The entire time you’ve been away from him, all you’ve been thinking about, is being with him again. It feels like where you belong, and you’ve been dying not being able to tell him in person.

“Me too,” he rumbles, voice low and soft, and warmth blooms within your chest. “Me too, little thief. I...”

You swallow back your relief. Thank the stars, you would never have had the courage to just come out and say it if you weren’t in heat, but now, he knows, and he still wants it too.

“I’m so close,” you moan.

“I see that,” he pants.

You spread your legs wider for him. “It’s all for you, Alpha. All of it.”

“Shit,” he curses, panting louder. “Then come for me, Omega. That’s an order.”

You reach the peak of your orgasm with a cry of his name, submitting to his order like the good Omega you want to be for him.

“Ah, fuck, I need to be inside you,” he groans and pants as he comes, and you look down between your legs to see him on the holo, his cock still in frame as he grips his knot, bent forward kneeling on the bunk and shooting his seed onto his sheets.

A second orgasm wracks through your body at the sight. What you wouldn’t give to receive his spend inside you right now and fulfil exactly what your body is craving. Instead, you can only watch in desire and despair as it all goes to waste.

As your legs give out, you roll over onto your front, perching the holo on a pillow in front of you. Din has his head buried in his sheets, and as you watch, he pushes himself back up into a kneeling position, his bare chest glistening with sweat. His cock is already hard again.

“I meant it,” you say.

The blue pixels of the holo shift with slight movement of his helmet. He nods. “So did I.”

The aftermath of your heat comes too fast and too slow all at once. You could talk to Din for days and not get bored, but you’ve been breathing in nothing but your own pheromones and scent for days, and your skin is crawling with the urge to shower.

So when your new Omega friend knocks on the door next, you finally muster up the energy to get up.

All of your sheets are stained with slick. Without much else choice, you find the least offensive one and wrap it around your sore, naked form, and trawl your way through the den.

It’s not until after your shower that you remember your communicator is still in the nest.

You rush back, fully dressed and cleaned, and rummage through the nest until you find it - out of charge.

It’s unclear in your memory when exactly the holo cut out, between talking to Din, or during your sleep, but your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of Din seeing the holo end for no reason, and realising you were gone.

You plug it in to charge and wait anxiously for it to turn back on.

Finally it lights up, and you find a message waiting for you.

Stay.

You almost laugh.

I’m not a dog, you respond back, and then add, Yes, Alpha.

“Boss? Boss!”

You turn around and find the new Omega rushing into the room, eyes wide. “There’s a Mandalorian here to see you. An Alpha.”

You stand. “Did you see him?”

She shakes her head. “Anuma warned me. She’s talking to him now, I think.”

You nod. “Best to stay inside.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks. “The Alpha you were mumbling about in your heat? He’s here for you.”

Heat rushes to you face, and you brush past her. “Maybe.” You hope so. “Go to the others. No-one goes in or out until Anuma gives the go ahead. Full lockdown, just in case, okay?”

She nods, getting that hard look in her eyes, and turns down the hall on your orders.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Then, closing your eyes, you try and slow your heart beating its way out of your chest. If it’s Din outside... fuck it. You can’t bear another second behind this door.

You push down the handle and step outside. The air isn’t much better than within, and as you fill your lungs with that familiar dirt-poor street scent, you pick up the calming tones of Anuma’s beta scent, and then, the Alpha’s.

Your eyes fly open.

Paz Vizsla stands on the darkened street, one hand on his blaster as he talks down to a very furious looking Anuma.

“I have no interest in shutting down your operation.”

“What operation?” Anuma shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It happens suddenly - the breeze shifts, and the bounty hunter catches your scent. He stiffens and raises his visor towards you, noticing you peeking out from the door.

Fuck.

Then, movement out of the corner of your eye - a second figure emerges from the shadows.

There’s a scar down his face, but in the light, you immediately recognise him.

Cold fear runs down your spine. It’s the Alpha, the one who came to collect you. You should run.

A wicked growl erupts from his chest. He grins. “There she is.”

Paz glances back at him, and nods.

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Chapter Two - Enter the Cool Headed Ghin

❝ Who would take back their

words after swearing their lives? ❞

↳˳⸙;; ❝ 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲: 𝟮𝟭 ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:❥

✰ ┊ CH. 2 ┊ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

⚠️ Warnings: This will be a long

chapter and there will be blood and

gore as well. You have been warned.

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Sanji was still holding up the marine who looked like he was about to pass out due to the pain and Sanji was almost choking him out. Until a taller but darker-skinned man turns the corner to see Sanji holding up Fullbody. "Oh no! Our customer!" He yelled despairingly as he walked over to Sanji and continued "Damnit! Not again, Sanji!" Sanji looked at him lazily as he still held Fullbody up not putting him down anytime soon.

"What do you think you are doing to our customer?! Can't you see he's a Marine Lieutenant?!" He asked as everyone could hear Fullbody gasping for air. "You're a terrible cook. What makes you think that you can talk to me like that?" (Y/n) sweat dropped hearing the argument between the two. Who would talk to each other like this during a situation?

"A crappy cook like you is calling me bad? Restaurants can't exist without their customers! They're our lifeblood, so we don't want to hurt them the way you seem to keep doing." The taller one shot back and (y/n) moved closer to vouch for Sanji since no one else wanted to do it.

"I can speak for him that he kind of deserves it since Fullbody here was asking for it." (Y/N) placed her hand on her hand on her hip as she looked up to the taller man who made a noise of confusion as he turned to look at her.

"Huh, and who might you be?" He asked before his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my goodness! You're Titania! The one with many armors!" He screamed out and she wished he didn't because it caught everyone's attention including Fullbody's as he struggled to look at her, but Sanji dropped him to the ground making him grunt in pain.

"She is right. I simply taught him a lesson." Sanji was putting his hands inside his pockets to light his cigarette. "You're gonna regret this... All of you... No restaurant should treat their customers like this... I'll shut you down. Do you hear me?!" Fullbody said from on the floor as his shoulder shook with anger, possibly pain who knows at this point. "I will shut you down! This entire place! This whole restaurant is finished! Do you hear me?!" He finished and looked up but he saw a sword pointed at his neck and looked at the person holding that sword but was met with the coldest glare.

"You got humiliated by your stupidity and trying to impress a woman, then you disrespected the same woman by hurting her." (Y/N) says in the coldest voice that the strongest person would be terrified and she continues, "Then you get angry because you tried to get this place shut down by placing that bug in your soup to blame him. You call yourself a Marine when you use your power to get your way. You are scum do you hear me." She spat out the last part as she pushed the sword closer to his neck.

Fullbody lets out a fearful sound as she is held back by Sanji and she makes eye contact with him just as two people fall through the ceiling and onto the floor, stopping everyone in their tracks. The man with the unusually tall chef hat held his face as he growled in anger and the younger boy sat up from the floor taking a deep breath.

"Boss Zeff, What's happening here? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" A chef asked and (y/n) broke eye contact with Sanji to look at Zeff with wide eyes. Red Foot Zeff? The Red foot Zeff.

"Dammit! My ceiling!" Zeff says looking up to see the huge hole that they created. "Another thing that's gonna have to be fixed because of you! This is all your fault, you brat!" Zeff said getting in the face of the straw hat kid.

"How is it my fault?! You attacked me!" The younger boy yelled back as they butt heads. "Boss, can you stop messing around?! Sanji is about to go on another rampage again!" A chef called out and the boy and Zeff turned their heads to look.

"Hey, Sanji!" Zeff called out as he stood up and walked over to him and Sanji looked at him with a murderous look on his face. "Don't tell me you went on another rampage in here, you idiot!"

"Put a cork in it, old man!" Sanji spat out just as (y/n) backed up putting her hands out in defense seeing the look on Zeff's face. "Oh, now you're ordering me around! Just who do you think you are talking to?! Do you want to sink my restaurant to the bottom of the sea?! You punk!" Zeff asked as he kicked Sanji in the face with his peg leg.

The Fullbody was off to the side with a smug look on his face as he chuckled and looked up in fear as Zeff called out to him. "You too! Get your ass out of my restaurant!" Zeff then kicked Fullbody hard enough to send him flying back a few feet.

"How can you deny our motto that the customer is king?!" Patty asked loudly and angrily as he looked at Sanji with a glare and Sanji was just as cool-headed. "The only kingly customers are the ones who stomached the slop that you call food." Sanji snapped back as (y/n) tried to hold back a snicker behind her hand.

Zeff had enough as he got in between the two of them and stated, "That's it. If you two wanna fight, you'll keep it in the kitchen, you understand me?!" Zeff asked the both of them and Sanji just scoffed as he lit his cigarette.

"Lieu-Lieutenant! Lieutenant Fullbody!" A Marine screamed as he ran to the entrance of the Baratie doors and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "We've... We've got got trouble!" He says out of breath as everyone turns to look at him. "Wow, this restaurant is crazy." The straw hat kid says under his breath and (y/n) nods her head along with his words.

"Sir, he's escaped! Pirate Krieg's henchman attacked us and vanished!" He finished and everyone except for the Sanji, Luffy, and (y/n) gasped. "He what?!" Fullbody asked in shock as the marine looked down in shame. "Well, sir, we've already lost seven of our men, and the only thing we wanted out of him was a lead on finding Krieg..." The marine spilled out as he refused to look at Fullbody and his body trembled in fear.

"Impossible... When we picked him up three days ago, he was right on the verge of starving to death. And we haven't fed him anything. Where did he get the strength?" Fullbody explained while his body trembled in fear. Rage? Who knows?

"Krieg pirates." A customer asked in fear and the rest of them were trembling in fear as the information rolled over them. Luffy looked around as everyone was murmuring in fear and the marine continued "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I..." But he was cut off by a gunshot to the back and (y/n) eyes hardened when the marine fell to the ground dead, leaving a shadow in the doorway.

Customers started to run away in fear, as everyone else had different expressions on their faces, and the figure walked inside showing himself fully.

"It would seem we have a new customer, sir," Patty whispered to Zeff and the older man glowered at the said customer. "He'd do well to mind his manners and not start any trouble on my ship." He said not caring that he killed a Marine in cold blood.

"A pirate, huh?" Luffy asked excitedly as he placed his hand on top of his straw hat and (y/n) crossed her arms. "Ghin.." she says softly as she notices the dark skin tone on the man who was less buff from what looked like starvation. Luffy looked at (y/n) tilting his head in confusion.

Fullbody looked away in fear as Ghin walked past him and the customers dared not to speak a word as Ghin sat down at the table and put his foot on the table leaning back. "I don't care what it is... Just bring me something to eat. Come on... This is a restaurant." He says in a weak voice as he has a shadow over his eyes then he looks over to the cooks and Sanji before his eyes land on (y/n) and his eyes widen slightly.

"Hello and welcome you damn crook!" Patty says getting in the way of his view and the other customers gasped at his bravery. "I'm just going to say this one more time. Bring me something to eat and make it quick." Ghin says in a menacing tone as Patty still has that oh-so award winning smile.

"That cook is going to get us killed." Fullbody says under his breath as he is still on the floor watching the whole interaction. "Of course, right away, but I might be so bold, to inquire how you're paying for your meal." Patty asked as he rubbed the back of his head, and Ghin pointed the gun to Patty's head asking, "will a bullet be enough?" (Y/N) Once again was about to intervene but Sanji stopped her.

"So you don't have any money then?" Patty asked as Ghin's eyes widened in slight fear as Patty hammered him in the head knocking him down. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in fear for the already weakened pirate and she held on to Sanji's arm as everyone gasped around them.

"That dumbass Patty broke another chair." Zeff says as he had his arms crossed glowering and (Y/N) looked at him with disbelief. "Whoa, what power..." Luffy says under his breath as he watched on.

"Sorry, pirate, but our policy is to only serve paying customers." Patty says as he crossed his arms standing over the downed Ghin, and everyone cheered in the restaurant except for (y/n) as she was so angry, and Ghin held his stomach as it started to grumble. "Aww, I can hear your stomach grumbling from here, pirate." Patty mocked and Ghin glared at him while holding his stomach. "That was a fart you asshole. Get me... Something... To eat now..." He says weakly trying to be strong but Patty isn't budging as he yells "We're not getting you anything, so beat it!" Sanji left without any words as he ascended the staircase and Zeff watched on knowing what he was going to do for the weakened pirate. Patty was still downstairs in the dining room kicking Ghin as he lay there without the strength to fight back and everyone cheered around them.

Like the coward he was, Fullbody crawled out of the restaurant with the marine that warned him in toe, and Patty says in a cheerful voice and with a laugh at the end "And now you damn crooks, if you need anything, just ask, okay?" He then picks him up taking him outside.

That's when (y/n) had enough as she screamed, "What is wrong with you people?! Hitting someone down when they are already hurt and starving?" She looked at everyone around the room with a glare and some people cowered under her strong gaze. "You're no better than anyone that kills innocent people!" She finished as she picked up her dress from the bottom and made her way to the door where Patty was taking Ghin and shoulder-bumping him when he walked back inside.

"Dammit," She heard Ghin say under his breath when she finally stepped outside on the balcony. "If I wasn't so weak from hunger, I'd be inside eating... And he'd be lying here." He says as he tried to get back up but he fell back on his stomach.

"You was always weak, you know that?" (Y/N) teased as she finally made her presence known to the weakened man and she leaned against the railing. "Who the hell... Just said that?" Ghin asked menacingly as he turned his head to see who dared defy the right-hand man of Don Krieg, but he was stopped when he saw the long flowing locks of the woman.

"(Y/N)?" He asked weakly he tried to sit up and the said woman helped him to sit against the railing. "The one and only." She joked as she moved away to lean against the mast. "So.. You want to explain how you ended up in the sad excuse you are right now." She joked with a small laugh as she crossed her arms over her chest, which prompted a small blush to cover Ghin's cheeks and he looks away from her.

"I don't want to talk about it... What are you doing here?" He asked under his breath and she tilted her head to the side as she thought of how to answer him. "You know me. I can't stay at one place at one at a time. So I travel everywhere." She says shrugging her shoulders.

"Is that the reason why you left our crew?" Ghin asked with sadness hinting in his voice but the woman just shrugged her shoulders. "That, and Krieg was trying to kill me to take my devil fruit." Unbeknownst to them a certain Straw Hat kid was watching them from the higher decks, listening in on their conversation.

"Hey, you're not hungry, by any chance, are ya?" The boy asked and (Y/N) looked up to him with a questioning look. 'How can someone be so stupid?'

"No... I'm not... Just leave me alone." Ghin answered just as his stomach started to growl, answering for him, which (Y/N) gave him a dead look knowing that he was lying. That's when the door to the balcony opened and they all looked over minus Ghin, and somebody placed a plate of food in front of him making him look down to the food with a gasp.

Sanji sat down against the railing next to him as he took a drag from his cigarette and (y/n) eyes softened a little as he says "Eat up." Ghin gulped heavily as he stared at the food with a hungered look like a pack of wolves after prey.

"Take it and leave me alone! I won't accept charity. It doesn't matter how down and out I may be. Just take this stuff away, now!" Ghin says stubbornly as he looks away from the food and (y/n) sighs softly through her lips.

"Stop your whining and eat it already. I don't care what they say in there. To me, if anyone's hungry they're a customer." Sanji said looking down at the floor. (Y/N) looked at Sanji with a new light in her eyes, knowing that he went through something's that made him that way.

"Sorry, but I'm not your customer." Ghin defies again but his stomach gave it away when it started to growl again. Sanji looked at him when he saw how stubborn he was and looked up to the sky with a slight growl as he says, "it's amazing how beautiful and cruel this ocean can be, now it's almost a death sentence to lose your food and water out here, how difficult it is to survive. I know what it means to go hungry because of the sea more than anyone. You can die for your pride if you want."

He then looks at Ghin who was now trembling slightly at his words and continued, "But listen, if you eat and survive, won't that give you the opportunity to fight for pride truly worth having, now and in the future?" Ghin gasped slightly at his final words and (Y/N) felt her heart swell at his words. His last words gave Ghin that push to finally take the food that was given to him and scarf it down.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Thank you so much... I thought it was over, I truly thought I was going to die." Ghin says in between sobs as he covered his eyes, and started to eat once again finishing his food. "This food... it's delicious.. I've never eaten food this good before." He stopped to say once again and Sanji had a shit eating grin on his face as he bragged "Of course it is."

(Y/N) had a soft smile on her face as she watched the two interact but it was replaced with a frown when she heard the straw hat say "You're lucky he gave you some food! You weren't lookin' so good there. I thought you were a goner!" He laughed at the end and (y/n) glared up to him as shark teeth appeared as she yelled, "How can you be so insensitive?!"

But he ignored her as he continued, "So listen, Mr. Cook, why don't you leave this boat and join my crew?" (Y/N) and Sanji had questioning looks on their faces as he says, "I could use a cook like you on my pirate ship! And maybe you can join too pretty lady. I seen how strong you were!" They all made a noise of confusion while they stared at him as it went quiet for a quick second.

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"So you're a pirate?" Sanji questioned as Luffy sat on the railing next to all three of them and Luffy nodded his head. "Is that why you went and did a crazy thing like shooting a cannonball into the restaurant?" Sanji questioned again and Luffy shook his head again.

"That was an accident! It was self-defense that turned into a stray shot." Luffy explained himself as they all tilted their head at them." A stray shot?" (Y/N) questioned this time. "In any case, you really don't want to do anything stupid to this place. The owner used to be a cook in a famous pirate fleet." Sanji explained and Luffy looked off in the distance bewildered as he said "Ohh, so the old man... Used to be a pirate..." And Sanji gave him a dumbfounded look.

"This restaurant is everything to that crazy old man. It's the only treasure he'll need for the rest of his life... He'll do anything to protect it. On top of which, all of the cooks who joined him out of respect and admiration are just as hot-headed as any pirate... Which helps since pirates are always coming and going out of this place." Sanji explained to the three of them as he stared at the restaurant with admiration on his face. "Yeah, I've noticed that. This is a really wild restaurant, huh?" Luffy asked with a chuckle.

"So true... And this is how it is every single day. It's gotten so bad that customers are coming just to watch fights between the cooks and the pirates." Sanji explained as Luffy started to clap his feet together in boredom. "Everyday, it's been a new pirate ship and a new rampage. It wasn't long till all the waiters got scared and bailed."

"Ah, that makes sense! So that's why the old man wanted me to work for him for a year." Luffy said again before turning to look at Sanji and (Y/N) with a smile on his face. "So, the both of you joining my pirate crew or what?"

"I work alone. You haven't earned my trust yet." (Y/N) says crossing her arms over her chest and Luffy pouted as Sanji answered, "And I'm sorry, but I can't... there's a reason I have to work here in the restaurant, and so I can't just walk away from it." But Luffy got in his face, making Sanji back away slightly, screaming stubbornly "No way! I don't accept! And I will gain your trust as well!" He stated the last part towards (y/n) who looked at him bewildered.

"What? You don't accept?!" Sanji repeated bewildered as Luffy sat back up. "I refuse to accept your refusal! You're a good cook and a good fighter, and I need one, so it's obvious that we should be pirates together." Luffy said crossing his arms as Sanji moves to the side to stare at him, and says "Listen to what I'm saying. I can't leave here, all right? And you can't just earn trust just like that?"

"What's your reason for staying, and you not trusting?" Luffy asked the two of them and Sanji and (Y/N) says together "We don't have to tell you anything!"

"What the... But you just said to listen!" Luffy says back defiantly as Sanji got into Luffy's face as he said back "I told you my answer was no, and that's all you need to hear from me. Now take your pirate ship, and find a cook someplace else, before I cut you up, Straw Hat!" "You listen to me, jerk. No one makes fun of my straw hat unless they're ready for a beating!" Luffy yells back as they butt heads together.

(Y/N) stood off to the side as she tilted her head to show a confused look on her face. "I'm sorry to interrupt..." Ghin says quietly and the two fighting men turned their head to look at him screaming "What is it?!"

"My name is Ghin, and I'm a member of Don Kreig's pirate fleet... And you say that you're a pirate yourself... What is it you seek?" He says as the color returns to his skin after gaining his strength back. "Oh, the One Piece! And pretty soon, I'm gonna sail the Grand Line and find it!" Luffy explained as everyone looked at him like he had two heads.

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SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader) (Pt. 12)

(Pt. 11) (Pt. 13)

Rated: M

Tags/TWs: aftercare/ language/ past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader's life is complicated/ Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/ Detective Gibson/slight description of bloody boo boos

“You know what I was thinking?”

You and Mark lay in your bed. He's caressing your head and you have a hand resting on his broad chest. Your bodies are slack from sex and you're still coming down from the high.

“What's that?”

“Something Gibson said,” you feel Mark stiffen. “No, not that. But…I think he had a point. A shitty one, but maybe true? He said that I was wasting my life. My talent.”

“Prick doesn't know what he's talking about.”

“I don't know. Maybe not. But still, it got me thinking…what if I could be doing more?”

“What if?”

“You gonna talk in more than one sentence at a time?”

“Fine. Do you remember what you said when we first met?”

“Um…I'm pretty sure I said a lot. Which part?”

“You said that you keep your life small on purpose. That it was control.”

“I said that?”

“You know you did.”

“Hm.” You kiss his bicep. “What about it?”

“Well, what if your desire for control is what's holding you back? That you're scared of letting it go?”

“You're a psych now?”

“Alright, fine.”

He goes to move from the bed but you pull him back playfully. He falls, you hold him to you and run your fingers through his hair.

“I don't know…you know, I have a BFA.”

He smiles up at you. “No shit.”

“Yep. English. Wanted to go into publishing.”

“So why didn't you?”

You shrug. “Ted. Needed me to work so I put everything else on hold.”

“What about now?”

“I don't know. How do I move away from the control without being afraid to fail?”

“Well, you just have to trust that someone will catch you.”

You laugh a little. “No one can guarantee that. We're all alone at one point or another.”

“Not you. Not again.”

“Yes, even me. Things happen, Mark.”

Sensing your shift in mood, Mark sits up and brings you with him.

“Hey, look at me. You're never gonna be alone again, you hear me? Never. I won't let it happen.”

You stare deep into his eyes and can barely see color for the way his pupils are blown. His breathing is heavy. He means it.

You almost feel bad for getting him worked up so you pull him in for a kiss. A hand comes to rest on the side of your neck and you sigh, leaning into his touch.

“I guess I never really thought about what else my life could be. Never thought I'd have time.”

“You do. As long as you're with me, I guarantee it.”

Maybe something about that phrasing should strike you as odd but when he takes you into another kiss you hardly care, just allow yourself to fall into him.

If he wasn't so caught up in you, Mark would be horribly bored.

Nothing at his day job, and his night job is suspended indefinitely until he can shake the precinct from you.

It's a standard day of Mark clocking in, going to his office, paperwork, patrol, stopping by some crime scenes.

It's a standard day, until he gets a phonecall.

“Hoffman.”

“Mark!”

Mark creases his brow in curious thought. “Gibson?”

“Hey, we’re down at the abandoned museum on the Bailey Waterfront. We need you down here now.”

The corner of Mark’s mouth quirks up. “Hang on, let me get my recorder. Say that again.”

“Dammit, Mark. I’m being serious. It’s an active Jigsaw trap. I’m not stupid enough to think you won’t be helpful here.”

Fuck! Mark curses to himself. Who the fuck is this guy?

“Alright, I’m on my way.”

You get the call in the middle of work and you have Gerri speed you from the restaurant to the hospital. They don't mind to do it, of course, especially considering the fact that you can't stop shaking. It's bad enough that Mark's a cop; it's even worse that he's attached to the Jigsaw case, even if unofficially at this point.

You have to press your forehead to the cool glass of the window simply to focus on that sensation, rather than the nausea emanating through your bones. You've never been a patient person. Today it's worse.

The receptionist directs you and Gerri back to the ICU where you're turned around by five different attendings until you finally find the area occupied by Mark and Gibson. Mark's jacket and button up are off and he's in the process of getting stitches in his leg.

“Jesus,” you gasp, actually getting a good look at the drying blood and the new blood that oozes from the wound. He has other garden variety scrapes and bruises, but the worst of it seems to be the leg.

But he smiles when he sees you.

“Hey, baby.”

You sigh in partial relief and hug him the way you can from his spot sitting on the bed. He presses his head to your chest and you circle his scalp with your fingernails.

“What happened?” You ask as the panic begins to settle some more. He's calm, so you're growing calmer.

Mark hesitates and you clock it. You look over at Gibson.

“What the hell happened?” You repeat, this time with an obvious accusatory tone laced into your words now that they're directed at Gibson.

“It was another trap, I called Mark in.”

Fury shoots up your spine. “So you kick him off the case just to bring him back in and get him sent to the fucking hospital???”

You make a move towards Gibson but Mark lands a gentle hand on your bicep.

“Hey, he saved me.”

You look between them, your anger paused.

“What?”

“Got caught in the crossfire of a trap. Some buckshot. Gibson pushed me out of the way before I got fifty holes in me-”

You can't listen to it anymore without visualizing it perfectly and you hold him again. Maybe he senses the severity of your concern because he holds you back with his free hand.

“Hey, hey I'm alright.”

But all you can see are those photos of Ted that Gibson showed you with his body bloated and his limbs removed. Mark getting even a whiff of a bullet has tears pooling at your eyes. Any other day you'd kick yourself for being so weak, so vulnerable in front of strangers and, worse, Gibson.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper into Mark's hair. “I can't. I can't lose-”

“Hey, baby, sit down.”

You hear the scrape of a chair behind you and you sit.

“Thanks, Gerr,” Mark says. You reach behind you to hold their hand.

“You don't have to stay.”

“You sure? I don't mind.”

“I know and I appreciate that. I'll be fine.”

“Alright.” Gerri gives your hand a final squeeze and smiles at Mark before leaving. Over Mark's shoulder, you can't help but notice Gibson watching the interaction. You also finally notice that he's alone. And even though you hate him, he still saved Mark, and you feel a stab of pity in your heart.

“Gibson? You okay to get home?”

His eyes widen in surprise, not only that you'd talk to him, but that your words are suddenly considerate.

“Of course. They didn't take my legs,” he responds with sarcasm. You roll your eyes.

“You're right, I'll never ask about your well-being again.”

“Oh, so nothing will change.”

You decide that you're done with the interaction so you lean your cheek against Mark's shoulder and wrap your hands around his large one, content to stay as close to him as possible.

You take Mark home. You've never been to his apartment but the doctors said that he shouldn't drive on his hurt leg. You can't help but sneak glances over at him. He's sweating, still coming down from the pain. His face reflects yours only hours ago. His eyes are closed, his forehead resting against the cool glass. You're reminded of the instincts that overtook you during your movie night. But what you want now, to rest your hand on his neck then up through his hair. To kiss his eyelids as he falls asleep. He feels safe around you. Your heart swells at the thought.

His house is really nice, all rich and dark wood. You carry him into the living room and sit him on a leather sofa. He lifts his arm and flicks on a Tiffany lamp.

You press the back of your hand to his forehead.

“When did they give you a fever reducer?”

“It's been a minute,” he grunts, turns his head.

“Okay. Bathroom?”

He gestures to the back hallway by the staircase. You quickly tuck a lock of hair behind his ear before disappearing to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and giving it some cold water. You bring it back and lay it across Mark's forehead. He sighs into the sensation, and you're not proud of the way the sound makes you feel.

You like making him feel good. You like taking care of him.

Mark sits up to retrieve some preplaced glass of water from the coffee table and takes a long gulp. You watch as some of the water escapes the corners of his mouth and drips down the muscles of his neck. You swallow.

When he finishes, he gasps. He opens his eyes and finds yours.

“You can't look at me like that right now,” he mutters, lids heavy with sleepiness from the drugs.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper with a small smile, stroking his hair.

“It's not fair,” he's getting sleepier.

“I know, I'm sorry. I'm mean.”

He turns into your arm and kisses the soft skin there. He hums.

“I love you.”

And you're too stunned to acknowledge those words before he's snoring softly in your arms.

You wake up to banging.

You jump, jostling Mark who's still in your embrace. He's not quite awake but the sudden noise has you on high alert. You grip Mark's arm just in case you need to shake him awake. You're almost certain it was a banging on the front door.

Silence. You're frozen, heart pounding in your ears.

The banging comes again and you jump.

“Mark! Mark, open the door.”

Now that's interesting, you think, slightly less afraid at Gibson's voice coming through the door but still on edge, because it's- you check the clock- 3 am.

You decide to wake Mark. He grumbles.

“Mark. Mark, I think Gibson's at the door.”

More banging. Mark is managing to open his eyes. At the very least you need the noise to stop, so you help Mark to a sitting position and go to the door yourself. When you open it, you see Gibson on the other side…with about five other cops behind him. Your stomach drops. He looks about as surprised to see you as you do him and his entourage. But he also looks exhausted, like he hasn't stopped moving since he left the hospital hours ago.

“Where is he?”

Your grip on the lip of the door tightens.

“What's going on?”

“Move.”

“No.”

You can't stop yourself from saying it. You can't believe it, but you also know immediately what this is. It's impossible, and you're not going to let it happen.

“Obstruction of justice. You want to get charged, too?”

Gibson looks over your shoulder and you follow his eyes. Mark stands in the hall, or limps, rather. You want to go to him, of course you do, but you can't move.

“I'm not gonna tell you again,” comes Gibson's voice. You look between the two men, count the police outside one more time just to be certain.

“You can't,” you whisper to Gibson, your voice wavering.

“I ain't got a choice.”

Gibson pushes in past you and your back hits the wall. Mark limps towards you but doesn't make it far before two officers have a hold of him, cuffing his wrists behind his back. He fights, what little he can, and one cracks him under the knee. He cries out in pain.

“Stop it!” You shout and run forward, but not before someone can catch you around the waist. “He's fucking hurt!! He was hurt doing his job! This isn't fair!”

“Mark Hoffman, you're under arrest under suspicion of conspiracy to murder and active murder, specifically for the killing of Theodore Simpson-” your heart cracks at Ted's name. “And many others. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you on a court of law-”

Gibson carries on but you push your way to Mark, managing to touch his face one more time.

“I'm gonna get you out of this, okay? I don't know how but I will-”

Someone has you again and Mark…Mark is silent. Doesn't return any affection or offer any of his own. His eyes stare you down though, like he's trying to communicate something. But before you have even a chance of deciphering what that could be, they're walking him out the door.

You do attempt to follow but Gibson has a firm grip on your arm. On instinct, you swing your free hand around to hit him but he catches that one too, and twists you to where both hands are caught and you wince in pain.

“Don't try to fight me.”

“Fucking let go!”

“I get that this is hard. Don't make it worse for yourself.”

You struggle a bit more and he finally lets you go, but by the time he does, the cruiser with Mark inside is already on the main road. You curse, cry, punch the door and grab your hair.

“Fuck you. This isn't fair.”

“There is hard evidence. I know you don't wanna believe it-”

“You were just at the site with him-!”

“I don't know what happened, but it happened, okay?”

He's got you cornered, but almost in a way that is an attempt at calming you. Like you're a wild animal.

“No. I don't believe you. Or I don't believe that it's real. Someone's setting him up.”

Gibson rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It doesn't make sense! If it was Mark, why would he have stuck around for this long. Are you saying he put himself in that trap a year ago? Does that part make sense?”

“So I don't have it all figured out! But there is reason enough to put him behind bars, at least until we get this thing straight.”

You're all turned around. There are a couple more officers watching your interaction while they should probably be locking the place down-

Oh. Mark's apartment is probably a crime scene now.

“I, uh-”

“Come on. Let's get you home.”

Gibson goes for the door but notices you not following him.

“Don't make this difficult, for the love of god.”

“There's no fucking way I'm getting in a car with you.”

Gibson sighs in exasperation.

“Look. What happened the other day was completely unprofessional and I'm sorry. Shouldn't have happened. But please. Can this night just be over?”

You don't budge.

“Motherfuck- Zimmerman!” Gibson calls over his shoulder. One of the cops comes running. “I'm telling you, in front of her, that I am going to take her home now. If something happens to her, or if for whatever reason she doesn't make it home, you know she was with me. This is me alleviating her fears. Got it?”

The poor cop looks between the two of you before nodding in a slight and confused panic.

“Good. Get back to work.”

Gibson turns back to you as Zimmerman sprints back to his job.

“Alright. Shall we?”

You can't be alone. You hate it. The one person you rely on to keep you comforted in this strange brand of insanity is now locked into it.

You try to get something, anything out of Gibson in the car but he's tight-lipped. Once he drops you off, you lock your front door and sit behind it. Then you make it to your couch, then to the bathtub, filling it with scalding water.

I don’t know. This is the second time you’ve been involved. First time, you’re a witness and get his operation shut down. Second time it’s your ex in a trap. Not to mention…

I’m just saying, who else has been there the first time, and a second time?

If anyone of us would be Jigsaw, it would be Hoffman.

Irony of ironies, you never did like puzzles, and you certainly don't love being the supposed center of one. But this one is looking a little too clear. Like the picture on the box is insultingly simple and yet you insist there are pieces missing. It's a 100 piece puzzle. Just figure out the edges and work your way in.

Yes, coincidences can be bizarre and yes, they can fuck up a life. But when do you stop and take stock, and say “something about this isn't right?”

Is it when the man you love may or may not be a serial killer?

Yes, this is where most people would stop.

You grit your teeth as the water burns you.

Do you maintain some semblance of control by cutting your losses? Because at this point there is a very good chance Mark could go to jail. And with the surmounting evidence, most people would think he deserves it.

And yet you haven't seen any evidence, only heard theories that make sense when you, or they want them to make sense.

If only you could talk to Mark…

But you know they won't let you anywhere near them.

So you need someone else. Someone close to it like he is. Like you are. Someone who's been there.

You drain the tub. You wrap yourself in a robe and sit at your computer.

You've got work to do.

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