LUPE GARCÍA and CARSON SHAW in A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN (2022 -) part I

Limits - OP81

Request: heyyyyy, so i LOVE ur account and so (if ur request r open) could u write a mean dom oscar (if u write 4 him) where the reader has been teasing him like the whole race weekend and he finally had enough and just like fucks the shit out of her????

Themes: Very rough sex, safe word (at one point there is a one chance use), mean dom Oscar (ngl irl I think Oscar is just the softest man alive with his gf), brat!reader, edging followed by overstimulation, use of toys too ;)

I think I honestly made Oscar so unhinged, like I'm not sure you can say this resembles Oscar at all but...lol enjoy anyway. Please proceed with caution fr.

In truth, Oscar knows he's maybe been neglecting his girlfriend in giving her attention recently. So maybe he should've known she'd go out of her way to provoke his possessive jealous side.

Flirting and acting stupidly ditsy with not only Lando and Logan but she really went and befriended Daniel and Carlos too. Daniel the man he replaced and while there's no bad blood between them, she knows it's not nice. In addition, going after Carlos who there is actually a bit of tension with because of their on track collisions and impeding.

Oscar's cool demeanour was getting harder and harder to maintain.

Before qualifying he finally reaches a peak when he spots her laughing with one of the mechanics, leaning to whisper in his ear with her eyes trained on her boyfriend as he nears her, pulling at the strap on his helmet to get it off.

Whatever expression he's wearing isn't a mask of his emotions and he nears his girlfriend scaring the mechanic off to tend to the car.

"You did good." Y/n comments absently while directing her attention elsewhere, looking behind him before waving her fingers at Lando who has climbed out his car.

In a moment of not controlling himself anymore, his finger hooks her chin and forces her to look at him, the fire behind his eyes making her realise mission was well and truly accomplished. She has his attention.

But when he leans over into her ear.

"Keep it up. You're digging yourself a hole that you're already very deep in." Oscar whispers darkly making her almost shudder.

She's pissed Oscar off before. She's not stranger to his anger resulting in a form of punishment that she's all to happy to receive. But the hollow, icy void of his voice tells her that she has gone too far. He might just make her regret this so much, there's going to be a permanent change.

"I-"

"You want to keep yourself quiet for the rest of the day." Oscar cuts in sternly making her swallow but nod. "Good."

-

The atmosphere between Oscar and y/n was tense for the rest of the day and getting back to the hotel y/n is in a sweat of nerves.

She's been practically mute aside from polite goodbyes and small talk for the rest of the day and by the time they are alone again, she is almost fearful of her boyfriend's temperament. Waiting for him to speak first.

"Get on the bed, y/n." Oscar instructs making her heart thump but she does as asked while he turns to watch her actually be obedient for once. He's got a burning gaze, she almost wants to grimace at the feeling, but she just keeps herself breathing steadily.

Oscar doesn't speak for nearly 5 minutes and honestly if she was with anyone else, she might genuinely fear for her life. But instead she feels like her thighs are about to chaff from how wet she's getting.

"Ok, baby." He sighs knowing he's had the intended effort by staring her down for a few minutes. "You know what you were doing was wrong. I'm not going easy on you just because you want to use bratty ways to get my attention. There's better ways."

Honestly, Oscar has been hard and uncomfortable since he got out the car. It's a miracle no one noticed and y/n has been so obviously too focused on herself like the selfish little brat she is, so she has not noticed.

"Breathe, y/n." Oscar instructs with a sharp edge to his tone already knowing she's tense enough and silent enough that she has been holding her breath, unintentionally but still he doesn't want her to suffocate herself.

"Sorry."

Oscar has no intention of going easy on her. He's got no intention of leaving her wanting more. She's going to get what she wanted, all of his attention even if he's not there to give it. But he'll be saving that particular element to her punishment for later.

"You're keeping your hands to yourself." Oscar states hardly giving her seconds to notice he's managed to pull of his short and top in record speed before, pushing her back, tearing her own clothes off with no regard for the fact she really liked that dress. "Safe word."

"Red."

Simple, short and effective.

Y/n has to tame her excitement of knowing she's about to get some real attention. He knows her body so it's no surprise that when he slams into her with no warning that there's no resistance from dryness but the sudden feeling of being filled with his whole length. She was wet but completely unprepared for feeling so full.

She knows better than to remain quiet, if Oscar wants one thing during sex it's to hear every reaction she has to give. He wants to hear her voice strain and slowly fade because he wants her fucked out so hard that her voice is worn out.

There's no adjustment pause, he's slamming in and out of her with no remorse, chasing his own pleasure while completely bruising her g-spot. Though he changes angle aiming to hit something else and when he does she completely cries out when he presses a hand down on her stomach the sheer pressure combine with the new angle leaving him smashing into her cervix with all intention to probably leave her feeling the after effects of this punishment till the next race. A reminder not to act up again short of feeling it for another two weeks.

"Oscar." Y/n cries out getting closer to orgasm while he continues to go almost feral on her.

It's too much. Everything feels too much.

To her surprise, Oscar pulls out and she feels an eruption of anger and attitude.

"What the hell?"

"Get on the floor and open your mouth, I don't want to hear a word and don't you dare thing about putting those hands anywhere near that fucking cunt." Oscar instructs making her glare at him but he's challenging her. She refuses and him not letting her finish when she was so close is going to be the least of her problems.

His tone and words makes her get up, more than aware her throat is about to receive the same treatment that almost had to her close to orgasm. But she's not going to quite get the same pleasure from it.

Y/n already knows if she said red, this would stop in the moment. But where's the fun in that? Even if it's going to take her a while to get there before he allows her to enjoy herself.

"Use that mouth for something it's actually good at that." Oscar sighs as she gets down on her knees in front of him. Feigning innocence does nothing for Oscar, so she doesn't waste time batting her eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick.

She practically swallows his length down whining when he groans and gathers her hair messily in a fist as the back of her head. A few seconds pass before she makes it obvious she doesn't want to control the speed or depth, she might be a brat but at the end of the days even she knows who is in control.

If he intended to wear her voice out from forcing her to use it after pounding her throat and seeing just how far he can force his dick down it, then he's certainly going to be successful.

Tears gather in her eyes before she tries to close them. Mistake number one.

"No. You keep looking at me."

Another whine but he so obviously doesn't care as he looks down at her. He groans shooting his cum down her throat as he holds her down just completely filling her stomach before she is let up.

"Please." Y/n pants earning a cruel smirk.

"Please what?"

"Please finish me too."

"You want to cum too?" He taunts making her swallow thickly. "What makes you think you deserve it?"

Y/n's lip quivers. Oh her boyfriend can come across and calm, sweet and smiley to the public but this side can be so mean. She knows it's her doing and again if she says red he'll scoop her up with a 180 with his mood and attitude towards her.

"You've acted like a brat all weekend, you flirted with four other drivers. Why should I make you feel good?"

If she says "because I'm your girlfriend who just swallowed your cum" as an answer that will work in her favour or against her?

"Because I won't do it again?"

Now a flat out no would've been more comforting than his hand being held out because what follows is just her being pinned to the bed.

"You know what I think?" Oscar questions making her swallow thickly, her throat knocking the Aussie's lips as he kisses her neck, moving kisses down in a faux gentleness that even in her frustration and nerves, she's not foolish enough to fall for. "I think you will do it again, because you can't help yourself."

Not good news for her.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to make you feel good."

Oscar's head disappearing between her legs honestly leaves looking at the ceiling, skin prickly with anticipation. But her chest shakes with a moan of relief as he pushes two fingers into her, just his touch being enough for her to feel her body building up to another orgasm. She could probably cum just from the memory of Oscar filling her if she really tried, but Oscar doesn't want that.

Which is why every time she begins to tense, every time she begin to gasp for, grind further down into his face, she is desperately chasing an orgasm that he'll deny her possibly all night. Maybe she won't get one. The worst level of punishment she could possibly receive and he knows it.

It goes on forever, he moves back and eases up any time she gets close and it had her in tears. Then he stops.

"Alright, you get to finish tomorrow." Oscar states mainly because he can see y/n is fighting exhaustion. He's being horrible from a place of kindness. Not that she sees it that way.

"No. No. Please. I'll do anything, Oscar, please. Don't leave me high and dry."

"I promise you, I'll make it up to you tomorrow." And she'll wish he wasn't making such a promise. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Then you know I'll make you feel so good tomorrow."

Y/n feels on the brink of insanity, he's toyed with her for well over an hour. Bringing her to the edge and never letting her free fall into an orgasm.

"Come on, you need some sleep."

Oscar makes sure y/n is position with his thigh settled between her legs, wet on his skin as she partially lies on top of him. It's fairly obvious that were it not for him holding her tightly against himself that she's be restless and endlessly shifting.

But she does somehow get to sleep, long after Oscar who can sleep even with his girlfriend struggling to settle her unkempt energy.

-

The depth of sleep y/n had fallen into was impressive. Especially when he tied her up and sighs blowing a cool breeze against her core, watching it twitch and clench around nothing. Puffy from yesterday's abuse but today he's about to make her wish she'd never even thought about opening her mouth and speaking to another driver.

Now one thing about their sex life is that Oscar doesn't cater to the idea he's too good to use toys on y/n.

He sighs rubbing his fingers a final attempt to wake her up which works, but she jumps awake in a shock of being so restricted. Her hands tied together at the headboard, and her legs tied so they're bent revealing her pussy to the air.

"What-"

"You have once chance to tap out and use your safe word now, because I'm going to make sure you're left for hours on this bed without anyone to come in and stop what's going to happen." Oscar warns making her look at him. "But if you let it happen, this is the end of your punishment."

"Hours."

"I'll be back before the race. Only maybe two hours."

Just long enough to do whatever stuff the team demands of him, then disappear for some peace before the end of the season.

"Ok?" Oscar questions once everything is turned on and she is biting her lip harshly.

"Mmhm." Y/n nods swallowing thickly and clearing her throat.

"I'll be back soon."

Y/n does get a kiss goodbye and a wink before Oscar grabs his stuff and leaves, making sure the do not disturb sign is up.

The first orgasm is welcome. The second is pretty appreciated too, even if it's reigniting the soreness. The third runs on the thin line between pain and pleasure. The fourth she begins to feel regret seep in but it's bearable. The fifth and sixth thankfully take a bit longer to creep up on her.

After that the orgasm that follow or painful, her stomach tensing, her body coating in sweat and she doesn't even know how many she has in the finish.

By the time Oscar appears he rushes when he spots her and the state she's got to. Believe it or not, this is not the first or even the second time y/n's been left exactly like this. But he did taken longer than he initially expected so maybe one or two orgasms more than he'd thought she'd have is what he managed.

"Alright, baby. Ok. Ok. Breathe with me." He soothes feeling some pinches of guilt as she hyperventilates. Soaked from her cum and tears. "You're ok."

Her limbs are freed and she latches onto the man muttering and mumbling apologies through and between hiccups, her face hiding in her neck as she seeks out as much comfort as possible.

By some miracle he calms her down enough to get her into the shower for a clean up and after checking for time, he redresses them both, helps dry her hair.

"Do you want to stay here or come to the race?"

"Do I look ok?" Y/n murmurs knowing there's a good chance even after showering she could look like a complete mess.

"You look beautiful. Cleaned up well." Oscar assures her while she swallows thinking about how much she must've looked when he walked in. His cool and unbothered expression was very much panicked upon seeing her. "Don't make me do that again."

Y/n nods obediently before grinning when he turns and she manages to end up on his back, trying not to grimace from the pressure of her crotch.

She almost definitely will give him reason to do it again. That's why it's not the first time he's done it. But she won't be flirting with any of the other guys on the grid as the reason. She might act like a brat, but she does learn from her mistakes.

Plsss do another part to the fic ‘A koala and it’s tree’ the concept is so cool!!

a/n:I had at least half written and then my phone fucking deleted the draft I want to cry so hard I'm in mourning. Also sorry it Took me a minute to comr up eitheir a idea for the plot of it

Teaching a old Dog new tricks (task failed succesfully) ->Alastor x teen!platonic! Reader

(Pt.2 of a koala and its tree)

You sigh, dragging yourself along behind Alastor and Rosie. You don't understand much of what their saying, as their speaking like it's the early 20th century. Which, to be fair, they are from then.

But you could barely understand a word being said, due to missing ao much previous knowledge about slang and terms and shit. And you were so bored and

What if-

Oh ho ho! Bingo!

A wonderful idea indeed.

---

You sigh loudly, feet hurting from all the walking you've done today and plop down on the couch next to Angel Dust, and alastor sits on a arm chair across from the both of you. You smirk, setting your plan into action. You make sure your loud enough for Alastor to hear you.

" did you see that new video? No Cap I'm going to be for real it's lowkey giving try hard you know like? I'm just being real like I really don't vib3, like girls not giving main character.. and like, Miss ma'am you are not slaying you are not giving it is not the vibe like, twas not a glow up but a glow down. But it is kinda sus how she treated Kim like, big yikes. Not loving the energy. And That outfit did not understand the assignment. It was basic and it sent me"

Angel looks at you wide eyed for a moment, you nudge him and side eye Alastor hoping he gets the cue. He does.

"I for real was just thinking that, like bitch be deadass with me you did not leave your house like that. But that tea was piping hot and bussing. And the fact Jennie had no rizz? Bitch please, you acting all that and ended up capping, highkey a flop."

"THATS WHAT IM SAYIN BITCH LIKE-"

You glance at Alastor, who's wide eyed and with a strained smile. If you could guess it would probably be a mix between strange curiosity and slight horror.

"I- pardon?"

You smirk. Mission accomplished.

---

A week later you sat Alastor down, explained some simpler slang words and terms to him.

He didn't didn't to get it, bit when he told angel "Bitches be slaying, queen" you think he got some of it, but not the way he was supposed you.

You almost coughed a lung up from the amount of laughing you did, and vowed from thst day forward you were never going to correct his usage if it meant funny shit like this happened again.

Random romance headcanons for the Lin Kuei Brothers

what do they search on a partner, how are dates with them, that sort of stuff

I tried to make this headcanons as accurate to what i think these characters would do canonlly

(I accidentally posted my draft but now i finished it, still learning how to write and use tumblr)

Kuai Liang/Scorpion

>Kuai Liang is an honourable grandmaster, he puts humbleness and passion over other traits. he is looking for someone with honour, kind and selfless, with the will to complete their goals, without sacrificing anyone in the process

>he prefers a peaceful person, one that he can spend quiet and tranquil nights with, he is a quiet person himself, he loves soft and peaceful chats, your voice calms him down and talking to you is the perfect way for him to distress

>he doesn't mind if you are in the Shirai Ryu or not, but he will consider you as a valuable ally to his clan, a loyal and truthful counselor, but it will sweep him off his feet if you decide to help him and the Shirai Ryu with their goals

>dates with him are difficult to have, he is the grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu, he often goes on missions or stays up late doing tasks or errands for the clan, training his initiates and ninjas too, Kuai Liang has little time for himself, but when he does he spends it with you, most likely in bed talking and staying up late playing with your hair, he loves late night talks with you, it soothing and comforting for him

>as for gifts, he will gift you meaningful things, he can gift you flowers or beautiful jewelry with gemstones and every single one has their own meaning, if he misses you he will send you forget-me-nots which means that he doesn't want you to forget about him or if he comes back to you after a long mission he will bring lilies of the valley with him, because it means the return of his happiness. he uses his gifts to communicate his feelings

>Kuai Liang is not really a jealous man, he acknowledges his negative feelings and doesn't let them get in his head, he is not one to do any sudden act or dramatic scene out of jealousy, he will talk to you about his feelings, try and make you understand why he feels the way he does, i picture him as the most emotionally mature out of his brothers

>he doesn't like PDA, he is a grandmaster and tries to maintain a honourable and diplomatic image, not that his love for you is not honourable its just he doesn't want others to see him being vulnerable to you, his vulnerability is a side of him that only his loved ones know of, specially you, and he likes to keep it that way, he secretly loves the fact that only you can tear down all his walls and see him when he is most vulnerable

>he makes it up to you when you finally get time alone, he will hold you tight and whispers sweet words in you ears, he will kiss your jawline and temple between his words, and so sweetly too, he will reassure any doubt you have, comfort your feelings, ease down your anxiety, to wash down any negative feeling you feel, he doesn't mind being the one to hold you or comfort you, he feels happy to be the one to spoil you

>a relationship with Kuai Liang its something that keeps you yearning for him, to have more time with him, he is so close and yet out of reach because of his duties as a grandmaster, but he does his best to return home safe to you,

Bi-Han/Sub-Zero

>Bi-Han is a disciplined, cold and ambitious person, he doesn't mind making sacrifices to accomplish his goals. he wants a person that is decisive and disciplined like him by his side

>he wants a partner that is decisive, confident and determinated. a person that is fully capable of giving orders, he wants a partner that will join and lead the Lin Kuei alongside him, like his father and mother did. to him having a partner means working in a team to accomplish both your goals

>he wants you to join the Lin Kuei, he thinks if you are going to dedicate and expend the rest of your life with him you'll need to become a member of the Lin Kuei, it means that you are dedicated and loyal to him, alongside his goals and aspirations, he sees it as a sign of not only respect but devotion and love aswell

>if dates with Kuai Liang are rare, is even worse with Bi-Han, he is as busy as Kuai Liang if not more, he is busy even late at night, he comes to bed in midnight, if you fall asleep before his arrival, he will prepare himself for bed and cuddle with you, even if he won't admit it he loves having you close, its his way of apologizing for having little time for you. if you stay awake to wait for him it would make his cold heart flutter but he will scold you, saying that your need for proper rest comes before him, and you shouldn't sacrifice it for him

>Bi-Han is not much of giving you gifts out of emotions, but out of necessity and need, he will keep an eye on you, do you need hygiene products? Health care products? Skin care products? He has you covered, he will sent his men to bring you everything you need, or what you say you need, he demonstrates his love by taking care of your necessities

>Bi-Han is not a jealous man either but he is protective, overprotective even, if Sektor or any other Lin Kuei tries to convince you to participate in the Cyber Lin Kuei project Bi-Han will tell cut them off immediately, and coldly scold them, he doesn't want you to be involved in overly dangerous Lin Kuei business. you will rule by his side, aid him, share victories and glory with him, but he will never let you make the same sacrifices he or other Lin Kuei members do, you are too important to him to let you

>no PDA, like never, he hates being vulnerable in general terms but more so in public, he wants to keep a cold and intimidating exterior, he is the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, and he wants others to respect him, being it out of fear or admiration, he doesn't want others to see that you are his soft spot either, he fears people may use you against him

>even when you are alone, it is difficult for Bi-Han to let down his walls and fall apart in your arms, sience he was little he thought feelings like vulnerability made him weak, so he pushed these feelings aside, he thought it was the best for him, but thankfully he is slowly healing from that, you are making him heal, teaching him to be vulnerable to you, because you will never take advantage of him in this state

>being in a relationship with Bi-Han is rather hard, like with Kuai Liang being grandmaster has its duties, and they are heavy, plus his trauma doesn't help eiter, but if you manage to see pass and help him heal, step by step he will finally let you see that he is actually very devoted to you, he will do anything for you, he will kill for you if you needed, he would bring the world on their knees for you if you asked him to, he doesn't mind sacrificing anything or anyone to make you happy, because you make his cold heart beat with passion again

Tomas Vrbada/Smoke

>Tomas is one of the most kindest soul out of the mortal kombat characters, he emerged of his tragedies as a genuine and caring person. he is looking for someone as kind as him, he doesn't like petty, rude or troublesome people

>he is attracted to kindness, compassion, humbleness and anything between those lines, he doesn't mind if you are loud or quiet, shy or confident, introverted or extrovert, as long as your actions are good and honourable ones and you treat people right

>don't ever expect expensive gifts or dates from him, he is a humble person, he belives love relies on thought itself, he can bring you a couple of flowers he picked off the ground because they reminded him of you or just write you a letter of how he feels about you, even if his gifts are small he gives them to you with all his heart

>like his brothers, he doesn't have that much time with all the tasks he has because of the Shirai Ryu, training his initiates or going on missions, but he always tries to make time for you, and when he does he prefers dates at home or places where there is little to no people, he also prefers when you two make the food together, so cooking with you or going to picnics with you are his favourite type of dates, he also loves stargazing with you

>Tomas is not a jealous person most of the time, he often tries to ignore the feeling, but if it affects him too much he would get self-conscious and insecure, probably trying to avoid you while he cleans his thoughts, he thinks his jealousy is immature of his part, you need to reassure him and validate his feelings because no one ever really did that for him

>he is not big on PDA, does more than his brothers thought, he can hold your hand, hug you or compliment you in public, but nothing pass that. he doesn't like when people see you two being so vulnerable and loving, the love you two feel are just for you both, no one else. he also doesn't like the idea of other gossiping about your demonstrations of affection, he thinks it will give you trouble and he doesn't want to be a burden to you at all

>when you are alone he would show you how much he loves you, satisfy your needs, spoil you, and will do what he can to accomplish every desire you have, but with one condition, you must do the same for him. he is not the type to be happy with only giving or only receiving, you both should give and receive love equally, so spoil him with love too, he can get quite needy and eager for you love, he loves when you spoil eachother rotten

>a relationship with Tomas is a slow burn type of love, not rushed, he wants to experience your relationship at your own pace, step by step, he will kiss you for the first time or sleep with you for the first time when he feels that you are both ready to take that step on your relationship, even if he is ready and eager to try new things with you, he won't tell until he feels you are ready too, he will always wait for you it doesn't matter how much time, he will wait an eternity for you, if it meant he finally gets to be yours

Custer

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader, no use of (Y/N), First POV

Word Count: 908

About: After an accomplished mission, Ghost is intrigued by the music he can hear you blasting in your earbuds.

Themes: None really, just a little drabble of Ghost and reader interacting.

Notes: The song featured in this short is Custer by Slipnot. Highly recommend it if heavy metal is your style! Nickname for this one is Puppy. Enjoy!

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

“Mission well done, everyone.” Price announced, gazing over all of us. 

Irreverence is my disease

It's secondhand, but you know me

The son of a bitch is on his knees

The last man standing gets no pity

We were currently heading back to our base and while everyone else was talking, I was destroying my hearing with my music. Couple of months ago, I joined Task Force 141, sworn in by Captain Price and so far I have enjoyed my stay here. Some missions are hard as fuck, take months and months to accomplish, while some others, like todays, only take a day or two to do and while I do love what I do, I also love being at our base. I keep to myself for the most part, whether I be walking outside or in my bunk reading a book while listening to music. It’s not that the guys don’t like me, I mean hell, they also invite me to play a game of pool or poker with them, most of the time I turn it down because I just want to do my own thing. You can’t really afford to make close friendships or even relationships in this line of work, you never know when something may happen to one of ‘hem. Soap can be an ass sometimes but he is cool and very outgoing. Gaz is the nicest of the lot, but can sometimes be too nice for his own good. Price is the definition of an old grumpy man, and can definitely act like one for sure, but he very much would take a bullet for one of us. Now Ghost, who happens to be sittin’ right next to me in this crowded vehicle, I haven’t figured out yet. He will mumble a hi if I am passing by or make a comment here and there, but he seems to be like me, likes to keep to himself. He is the closest with Soap by far, but even then I don’t really see them hanging around base as much as you think they would since they are close. 

You try so hard to be difficult

You want to win the war?

Know what you're fighting for

Hell yeah, it’s my favorite part. I began bumping my leg to the beat of the music as well as tapping my knee as if I was an old, country man in the West. 

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuc-

I swear I felt someone nudge my shoulder, but I didn’t pay any mind to it as I immersed myself into my music. 

-k fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fu-

Okay someone is definitely tapping me on the shoulder. This better be good. I pulled my earbuds out in a huff. 

“You grumpy, Puppy?” A gravelly voice asked me. 

Ghost. I sneered at him a little bit for the nickname. For some reason, the task force came up with the nickname puppy for me. The reason for it? Well that I will never know they just started calling me that one day, around the time I first started. 

“Nope.”

“Seems like ‘t.” He remarked. 

“What is it to ya?” I asked. 

“You’re gonna damage ‘our hearing listening to that bloody music that damn loud.” He commented, his big blue eyes piercing into mine. 

“Oh so you’re the one that made me put my music away?” 

“Never told you to do that.” 

Dear lord, this man. As attractive he may be, he can be a real ass sometimes. 

“What song was it?” 

Ghost? The most grumpy British man to ever exist asking me about what I was listening to? I might as well be honored. 

“Custer by Slipknot.” I answer. 

“Slipknot? What kind of band is that?” Ghost asked. 

Is this really Ghost or did he bump his head during a mission or somethin’? 

“They are a heavy metal band that started in the mid 90’s. Custer is one of their most popular songs but it is one of my favorites.” I added. 

I could tell Ghost was processing what I said because he nodded his head in response and didn’t say a word back. So it’s up to me aye? 

“What kind of music do you listen to?” I asked him. 

“Hm. Some rock, some alternative, some reggae.” Ghost listed. 

“Reggae? Really?” I questioned, not expecting that answer. 

“Hey, don’t diss Bob Marley till you try ‘im.” Ghost remarked. 

“I’ll give him a try, L.T.” I said, shoving his shoulder with mine. 

I could see he rolled his eyes in response, but in a sarcastic way. 

“And I’ll Slipkno’ a try.” 

“SlipknoT.” 

“Don’t test me puppy.” Ghost growled a little, making me laugh, in which he eventually let out a chuckle. 

Ghost is definitely not as bad as everyone seems like he is, he just needs the right person to break down his walls. 

END

3, 6 and 17 with Sakusa<3

I read the sixth prompt and my head projected sakusa behind you, all his weight on your body, lifting your chin, asking you to beg him and…. WELL, HERE'S THE REST WOOHOO 🕺🏻🕺🏻 Hope you like it ಇ.☁࿔*:･⛓🖤

"You'll never come to understand how it makes me feel to see you like this, my little mess" With the weight of his body on top of yours, his soft hand ran across your throat, exerting light pressure before he moved it up to your chin and lifted it to make you gaze up at him. The gentle touch on your skin contradicted the filthy words that came out of his lips. You loved him and hated him at the same time, but not him, just his blissful taste in the habit of always edging you.

"Hands behind your back, I want you to show me how much you´ve missed me" You knew your place and what you had to do. Skilled hand holding both your wrists while the other opened your ass and watched the accomplishment of his work: your pussy contracting at the slightest touch of his fingers on you. "You know what you have to do if you want me to stop"

"No... I- won't admit it" Did you really want not to? You acted like a whore in heat every time Sakusa pulled you close to the edge and then forgot all about you, hurting your moral integrity. But fuck, he always let you so close that you ended up sobbing and begging, your dignity spread out on the floor, hopeless in the eyes of the curly haired dark haired man. "You're punishing me on purpose. You know that well, fuck"

"You think so?" A quick spank that unconsciously pushed your ass back, as if it hardly didn't turn you on. Of course you adored him treating you like this, but you had a limit, and if he was going to keep behaving like this, you'd soon put a end to it. "Nothing's going to make you admit it?" another spank, this time followed by a groan. Soon it began to turn red. "I must admit that your stupid attitude is turning me on more than I thought it would"

And it wasn't until when he didn't get any reproach for his words, he thought that maybe a little more teasing would make you finally succumb.

"Let's go for another one" a trickle of spit falling down to your entrance, lubricating you to welcome his nimble fingers again.

"Wait— oh shit, fuckfuck!" again you couldn't help but let yourself go. Eyes rolling, releasing your frustration gripping the sheets as in your head you replaced his fingers with his cock. God, you couldn't wait any longer to take it. For once you had to surrender, enjoy yourself and come back later with more strength. "You win, I've... been a bad girl but, let me cum please, I fu-ucking need it"

"Oh, how soon you gave up. I thought I'd use you a little more…"

"I need ya, I can't take it anymore"

"Beg for it. I wanna see you, I wanna hear you" embarrassed by your appearance, you still turned your head to the side and looked at him, letting him see what he had turned you into.

"Please let me do it. I want it so bad, please. Only you can make me cum hard, Kiyo" He was proud of it, of course, but his face was still intact, cold. Only you knew that was what would make you succumb. Watching his serious face, taking an attempt at control and leaving it mission failed when without stopping touching you, you watched him unbutton his pants to finally give you that well-deserved reward you'd been craving for so long.

"Damn, you look so fucking hot right now…. So perfect for me, don't you?" you couldn't help but nod. "I'm so fucking lucky"

He was. Not many men would have someone like you in their bed, claiming their place and loosening up for them as well as you did for Sakusa when you were both already cumming on the sheets with his high-pitched, weak groans in your ear, perfect tuning. Neither of them would have the same experience as Sakusa in bed, and neither would know as well as he did what you needed at any given moment.

And let's not talk about the aftercare after that hard shagging. This is where any woman would envy having a hot bath at her disposal, food, and a man's body wrapped around you.

Yes, Sakusa was one of a kind.

PROLOGUE. [ back to series masterlist ]

cw. mentions of killing, mentions of cannibalism, fem!reader, drinking??

note. this is finally out! I just finished this in an hour so I might drop the first chapter tomorrow, taglist for this series are open!

“a job well done again miss (name)! you really outdid even me in this case!” 

the booming laughter of the head chief echoed throughout the room and mingled with the other workers' yells of joy, after all you did just solve another case that remained unsolved for years- until you were brought to the stage, that is.

“ah, you flatter me, chief. I wouldn’t have performed well if it weren’t for your well thought out instructions.” you wringed your hands together as you sent a strained smile to the man in front of you who reeked of alcohol, the smell of his breath was making your brows furrow but you held it in and tried to act unbothered. you hated this place, it was so appalling and full of such perverse customers and the reek of the cigarettes that wafted around the air which you were now breathing in were causing you to have a migraine and you aren’t even going to mention the horrid smell of sweat and different body odors that hid under such strong colognes or perfumes. at least the waitresses here were nice.

“HAHAHA! hear that folks? if it weren’t for my instructions, the little miss (name) here wouldn’t have accomplished the case smoothly!” you were broken out of your trance when you heard the chief’s egoistical words that were making it harder to force a smile through gritted teeth. oh god, you just want to go home and not deal with this egoistic man. you regret uttering those words to him because you knew how he’ll be making claims about you failing this mission if it weren’t for him and you’ll have to endure such a thing for a week, a week! well, unless the old geezer got tired of it or your co-workers stopped paying attention to his claims.

“haha, yes sir. I couldn’t have totally succeeded in finding out who’s behind all of those crimes if it weren’t for you.” you said those words through gritted teeth as you let out an awkward laugh to try and make it seem as if you weren’t mocking him with your words. you bet your ass that he was going to take all of the credit again, you just hope that your up-coming salary would at least have a bonus for cracking this nut tough case.

“well, If I may, may I ask what will be your next mission miss (name)?” the chief slammed down the crystal beer stein pint glass that contained the heavy beer he was just drinking that was now half-way finished. 

should you tell him? uncertainty rushed through your mind as you hesitated to mutter out words, “well.. uhm..” you avoided his gaze and tried to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation that was obviously getting awkward. 

“what? are you trying to hide secrets from me now, (name)?” the stern gaze and voice of his froze your body and it felt like you were dumped in an ice cold bath due to those eyes of his that glared at you with deep annoyance, all the hint of playfulness and the joy the man showed was nowhere to be found as he urges you to tell him, it wasn’t a question- it was an order from someone higher than you and you couldn’t help but be reminded of those moment you wish to lock away deep inside your mind.

“...I’ve been interested in this one case that happened in new orleans, louisiana years ago..” you glanced towards the chief to see if that was enough information but the way one of his eyebrows raised at you urging you to continue only made you release a tired sigh. “the one where a southern radio host was revealed to be a cannibal all along and he died by a hunter’s hand who mistook him as a deer, you know, that one?” you took a sip from your own glass as the bitter taste of the beer greets your tongue and the burning sensation that the alcohol left as it went down on your throat was a feeling you welcomed wholly.

“you mean that case of a crazy psychopath who managed to fool everyone for years and then his crimes were suddenly revealed after his death?” the chief chugged down the half-way finished alcohol that was left inside his glass as he slammed down his glass on the table multiple times to get the bartender’s attention to ask for more of the addicting beverage. “you have an eye for grotesque cases, you know that, kid? heard this certain case was so gruesome that the police and investigators who handled the case were left traumatized by the scenes they saw inside that man’s house.” the bartender who held a rather large bottle of beer came towards the two of you to fill the chief’s empty glass as he continued his blabber that piqued your interest, you made sure to listen to his words carefully since he might spat something out that could help you figure some things out about this case.

“you’d think that such an innocent looking wooden house was never the place where he hid the countless mangled body parts of his victims, just imagining the scene gives me the shivers.” and to further prove his point, the chief exaggerated a shaking motion, 

“but, you know, I do hand it to the guy, he is smart and plans out his killings well. he doesn’t just go around, pick someone out and kill them on the spot. the guy actually gets close to his victim for a few days and then strikes when their victim’s trust has been acquired by that man, pretty clever, don’t you think? not to mention the fact that he was a rather famous radio broadcaster.” the chief took a gulp of his drink, letting out a satisfied sigh once he was finished savoring the taste of the beer. “now that’s what I’m talking about.” 

seeing that the man will no longer provide you any information other than the ones he already uttered, which was basic information that you’ve already read in the files that you managed to get your hands on, still, you couldn’t help but be disappointed by the fact that you wasted your time hoping that the chief would supply some useful information. but alas, you could do nothing but run your hand through your hair and finish the remaining alcohol inside your glass- it was rude to waste food, even if it’s a beer.

you stood up from your seat and gathered your things, trying to ignore the sudden silence that came beside you and that irritating feeling of his glare on the side of your head. “going so soon? we just came here, you know?” no, in fact the two of you arrived in this bar house a few hours ago when the sun was still up and now it was dark outside. maybe the chief was starting to get drunk. “just a word of advice, be careful and always be cautious and have your guard up at every time.” the chief sent you a smile but you know that you should take his words seriously since you suspect that he knows something and is holding back precious information away from you.

“I’ll make sure to keep your words in mind, Chief.” He turned his head away from you and sent you a dismissing wave as you awkwardly raised your hand a bit and waved back at him.

you strutted away from the chief and headed towards the back exit as the sound of the heavy door of the establishment slamming rather loudly rang through your ears and managed to startle you.stupid door, you kicked the door and as expected, your feet ached from the force you exerted on the hard surface of wood. “fuck! ow! ow!” you let out wails as you tried not to force too much weight on your now injured feet while heading towards your car.

 “they should really change that door..” you mumbled, but your petty tantrum was soon halted by the shining cover that peeked out of the garbage can beside the lamp post that was in front of your parked car. “hm?” your curiosity got the best of you as you neared the trash can but stopped, realizing that you were about to pick something out of a literal garbage can. 

you whipped your head around to spot for some on-lookers and seeing that there was none around you, you quickly snatched the glittering cover of what you assumed to be a book and ran straight to your car, slamming the door shut and looking down at the heavy book on your arms.

the book had some dust and dirt but nothing a good whipping of your hand can’t do and some of the pages were turning a shade of a yellowish brown due to aging you guess. 

you dusted off the dirt on the book and turned it so that the front cover was now facing you- the cover was embedded with some red gems that made it glitter and a fancy cursive of the title of the book that you couldn’t read properly, it was hard to pronounce. well, whatever, you’ll just deal with it once you arrive at the house of that cannibal.

you placed down the book on top of the files that you’ve collected for the case you were about to investigate for more clues and complete the rather gruesome story that was missing some puzzle pieces. you’ve always loved solving puzzles anyway, this was nothing new, and with that you drove away towards the destination that you would soon wish you’d never stepped foot on.

Insurgency: Long Live The Queen

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count: 5,105

A/N: how we feeling about this so far? :3

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“The whole question here is: Am I a monster, or a victim myself?” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment.

Leon was put into a room after you guys reached La Sénte. He was given food and water as well as a bed for him.

What a nice welcome, he thought.

You were currently in a meeting room with Yarina and other Insurgents.

“The president is on to us. She knows we’ve been the ones targeting her military. From now on, we’ll be facing death head on. This is no time for hesitations. We must act or die,” Yarina stated as she looked down at the papers scattered on the table.

“Yarina, we can’t risk losing people. We will be outnumbered if we want to go to the city states-“

“Enough,” Yarina slams her fists on the table, “We cannot sit back and watch as President Mendez treats our lives as rag dolls. Yes, there’s a chance we will die but I’d rather die fighting than die a coward.”

Silence overtook the room, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. Ever since the President had broadcasted the message of public executions, everyone’s been at edge. Including you.

“Why don’t we use the American?” One of the insurgents spoke up, he seemed to be the secretary of Yarina. “How do we use him exactly?” She asked.

“A life for a life. We send a message to President Mendez demanding that she freed all the captured civilians. In return, we’ll give him to her-“

“A swap,” you interjected. “It won’t work-“ you turned to look at Yarina, “Listen, those soldiers- they’re nothing like the ones we’ve seen. San Bandero is protected by tanks and endless troops. We’ll die the second we step foot there.”

Yarina hums and brought a hand to her chin as she thought hard.

“We’ll split up,” she pointed to the map, “Half of the available Insurgents will storm right into the city with our bomb artillery. I’m talking tanks and rocket launchers. The other half will go underground and perform an evacuation for the remaining citizens who are unharmed. I want this to be quick and efficient. We have no room for mistakes. Prioritize the children.”

Everyone nodded and began to scurry out of the meeting room to prepare for battle. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?”

You stopped walking and walked back towards her.

“I heard about what you did for Josue, that was really heroic of your part,” she said quietly.

“It was nothing, really,” you muttered back with a short nod.

Yarina chuckled and patted your back, “Humble too. You never fail to surprise me.”

She cleared her throat before continuing, “Listen, I didn’t just held you back to talk about your accomplishments.”

You could only nod slowly in silence, “I actually wanted to let you know that if I were to die tonight… I want you as our leader.”

Your eyes widened at her statement and you felt your throat run dry, “Yarina… don’t say that. How are you sure you’re-“

“Y/n. There is no guarantee that I’ll make it alive after the mission. The President is on to us and once she finds out that I’m the leader, she’ll kill me.”

You could only stare at her in silence. What she said was true. If President Mendez were to find out that Yarina was the leader of the rebelling group then she’ll most definitely die.

“Okay,” you nodded and agreed quietly, “I’ll do my best to be a good leader.”

Yarina smiled softly and squeezed your arm, “Good, now let’s get this mission over with.”

-

Leon heard the sounds of footsteps through the halls.

They must be making their next move, he thought.

He wondered how exactly everything started. Getting captured by a group of people who want to overthrow the government wasn’t really on his to-do list. But alas here he was.

The food was way better than other times he’s been to other missions. He had to give you guys credit for having edible bread and good chicken.

-

You were put into the group of Insurgents who will storm right into the city. Currently, you seating in a car with other members. Weapons in hands and boxes full of explosives ready to be used.

As you were driven there, the sun began to set. You’ve gotten used to fighting in the dark. It was better since the soldiers’ helmets didn’t really allow them to see at night. This was your advantage.

As you neared the city entry, everyone jumped out of the car and proceeded to blend in with the trees and bushes that surrounded the area.

Hiding behind a bush, you kept watch as the person next to you took out their rocket launcher and shot the city.

Multiple bombs were set off, each hitting a different thing. Buildings, tanks, soldiers- anything they can shoot. The ground shook and insurgents ran out of their hiding spot and began to attack the confused soldiers.

Your weapon ready in your hand, you shot the soldiers in front of you. You managed a few headshots. It was good that you had improved your skills ever since this whole thing started, it was good you were becoming alive.

-

As the insurgents in the sewer system began to drive the citizens of San Bandero out, they felt the ground shook. They needed to get out of there quickly before the roads collapsed on top of them.

“Madam President, there’s an attack in San Bandero. A group of rebels are shooting out soldiers and bombing out buildings. Do you want-“

“No,” the President cut the assistant off. She was angry, more angry than anyone has ever seen her. She stood up and walked towards the window to see. And sure enough, fire and smoke came out of San Bandero.

“Find their leader and bring them to me. I will end this once and for all,” the President said as she walked away from the window and back to her desk.

-

You and Yarina were fighting back to back as the soldiers tried to pounce at you both.

“Fuck! I’m out,” Yarina exclaimed as she tried to shoot with her gun but no bullets came out.

You took Yarina by the arm and dragged her into a collapsed building, giving both of you enough time to reload your weapons.

Yarina was busy reloading her gun as you kept watch, “Yarina…” your eyes widened as you stared at the TV on the tower. Yarina grew confused and then looked out towards the TV as well.

It was a video footage of the sewers- the citizens walking while the insurgents helped them out.

“Citizens of Pruye, let this be a reminder that traitorous acts do not go unpunished. Everyone in relation to rebellion will face consequences,” the President spoke.

Suddenly, a bomb fell down from a plane and into the roads. You and Yarina took cover behind a fallen piece of debris. The ground shook tremendously as heat and light took over.

You couldn’t hear anything for a good minute, only the constant ringing. You peeked at the scene and saw that the bomb had fallen right on top of the people evacuating. Your eyes trailed towards the TV and couldn’t help but let out a soft sob.

Children, women, men and insurgents lying dead on the floor. No trace of life after the explosion. Smoke and ashes filled the air and your hearing got back.

You heard Yarina scream and turned your head over your shoulder to find Yarina being taken away by two soldiers, “¡¡Come mierdas- todos ustedes!!”

You were about to start running towards her but another soldier lunged at you, pinning you the ground. You gripped their wrist and tried to not let them stab with the knife they had in their hands. With as much energy you could muster, you harshly threw the soldier off of you and shot them in the head with your gun.

You looked back at where Yarina was last seen but she was gone. Panic and anxiety coursed through you. You didn’t want to think about it. But you knew Yarina was going to die.

-

It’s been three hours since Yarina got captured. The remnants of San Bandero were the only thing that remained of what was once a lively city. Now it was just debris and dead bodies all around.

Some insurgents were being treated for their wounds and others were patrolling the streets. You were sitting down the sidewalk as you contemplated what to do.

It wasn’t until the TV on the tower turned on and President Mendez spoke,

“Citizens of Pruye, with every heartbreak comes good news. Although a city of ours has been destroyed, we too, have something that is worth destroying for those who oppose me.”

The camera pans to Yarina kneeling down before a soldier who has a gun pointed at her forehead. Her hands were tied behind her back as she had a piece of cloth around her mouth, gagging her.

“Yarina…” you whispered as you stood up and stared at the screen.

“Let this be a lesson for all. You cannot win a helpless fight,” the President continued.

The soldier hooked his finger around the trigger all while Yarina maintained eye contact with him. She didn’t fear death, she wasn’t scared in that moment. Yarina is a smart person, she’s known all along that by starting this rebellion she’d face her ultimate death. Not once did she flinch nor did she beg for mercy.

She took a deep breath and let her body fall to the ground after the soldier pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrating her skull, sucking the life out of her. A poodle of blood surrounded her head as she died with her eyes opened.

Gasps and screams were heard from the other insurgents around you. You, yourself, felt anger. Anger at yourself, anger at the government, anger at the whole world. But beneath all that anger, was a girl who feared and cried. She was hurt- you were hurt. And nothing is this world could do anything to settle the turmoil inside you.

-

Leon was brought to the meeting room right after everyone reached base. News of Yarina’s death reached everyone, including him.

You stood at the center of the table, the proclaimed new leader. Your whole demeanor changed, you were serious and angry. Your eyes held a pain that only Leon could guess and relate to, because he also knew what it felt like to lose people right in front of your eyes.

He didn’t say anything and allowed the insurgents to pull him in front of the table.

“Change of plans,” you started as you began to motion for everyone around the table, including Leon. He raised a brow but obliged.

“Everyone knows San Jolonia has medical supplies and weapons we can use. If we are going to fight Mendez, we must be ready,” your brows were pinched together and your tone was serious and a little terrifying to some.

“But San Jolonia has been abandoned. The President ordered for people to leave the city,” one of the insurgents said. You nodded, “I know, hence why I need to take this opening and take as much as we can- guns, medicine, food, clothes. I won’t let anything go to waste.”

“Wait… you’ll go by yourself? Y/n I don’t think that’s safe, you saw what happened to-“

“I know,” you mumbled and stared down at the map in the center of the table, “San Jolonia is abandoned. Plus, the American is coming with me.”

The insurgent’s eyes widened and Leon only stared at you with mild shock.

“Y/n- you can’t trust him. What if he-“

“If I wanted to kill her, I would’ve done so already,” Leon interjected. He stared at you and you stared back, the tension high.

“I saw what happened to one of your people,” Leon continued just a little bit softer. The atmosphere turned solemn and some insurgents looked away as he began to talk about Yarina.

Leon sighed, “I want to help.”

You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes in skepticism, “Why?”

“Because no one should deal with this type of control. You are fighting against a dictator and you’ll need all the help you can get…” he exhaled and looked away briefly, “I’ve seen people die in front of me as well. Feeling helpless and unable to do anything to save everyone… it’s a shitty feeling.”

Your face fell and you nodded slowly, he looked back at you from across the table, “Let me join you. If there’s anyway I can help, I’ll take it. No more innocent lives need to die.”

He was right, in a way. If you want to bring down the government, you’ll need help. And Leon was an American soldier. They’re known to be ruthless and strong. It would a great asset to have him.

“Okay,” you nodded, “untie him.”

An insurgent went behind Leon and untied his hands. He massaged his wrists and then looked at you.

“You and I are leaving tonight, do not be late,” it was the last thing you told him before you left the room.

-

You waited for Leon at the gate, it was dark outside. The night breeze flowing gently through the trees and grass. Leon approached you as he was checking his gun.

"You ready?" you asked him before opening the gate. He nodded at you, "Yeah, let's get this over with."

Since it was nighttime, you decided not to use a vehicle. It was dangerous already if the soldiers were to notice a vehicle roaming around, then they'd most likely shoot you. So, you settled on foot.

As you and Leon walked through the forest, he couldn't help but make small talk with you.

"So..." he started quietly as he pushed some branches out of his face.

"So?" you mumbled as you led the way, "Whatever you want to say, just say it."

He hummed and chuckled faintly behind you, "Aren't you the nice one..." He shook his head and walked beside you.

"Listen, I don't doubt your skills or anything..."

"But?" You raised a brow as you glanced at him before looking back at the forest.

"But don't you think you should... take a break? I mean- a lot has happened to you and not taking the time to process what just happened can cause you to-"

You stopped and turned to face him, "I didn't ask for a therapist. I'm fine- we need to push forward."

He sighed and watched as you walked ahead of him. He sighed and followed behind you.

-

You both reached the outskirts of San Jolonia, abandoned and ruined. Must've been President Mendez's doing.

"Don't stray off too far," you said as you walked towards the entrance of the city state, "I don't you to get lost so just keep close."

Leon nodded and silently walked behind you. It was completely silent, except for the sound of your footsteps. The night was cold and the air was soft. You walked towards an abandoned pharmacy and began to stuff your bag with as many things as possible. Leon stood behind you, keeping watch in case something were to come out.

There was a strange peace between the two of you. Like as if both of you already knew what the other thought. When you're involved in a battle, it can help bring people together.

And Leon couldn't help but feel sympathy for you. You were young, too young to be in something like this. Sure, wanting to fight for your freedom is a noble cause. But he also understands the pain that comes with it. He's conflicted. He wants to help in two ways- wants to fight alongside you but he also wants to avoid a war. But you seem set on the idea of war and there's nothing in his power that can change that.

You weren't dumb, you knew Leon thought this. It was written in his face. The man had a great sense of justice and only cared for the lives of the unfortunate. If you had to guess, you'd say he probably feels a lot of guilt. A guilt that kept on piling up as the years went by.

"We should camp out, it's getting late," You broke the silence and walked towards another abandoned building.

One of its walls was collapsed while parts of the ceiling were missing. You stepped inside the ruined building and began to set up a fire. Leon was too far behind, he walked slowly as his eyes looked around. It wasn’t everyday that he would get pulled into events like this.

After you started a fire, you sat in front of it and began to pull out some food you brought, “Hungry?”

Leon looked at you and shook his head no, “I’m good, thanks.” He went over to sit next to you as you shrugged, “Suit yourself,” you muttered under your breath before you took a bite out of a piece of bread.

Leon stared at the fire in silence. He was aware of the occasional glances you’d throw him but he hasn’t said anything, yet.

You sighed and looked back at the fire, remaining in silence once again.

“Why are you here?” You mumbled and looked at him.

“You told me to come-“

“That wasn’t what I meant,” you cut him off. “What made you come to this place?”

He looked back down at you before shrugging faintly and looking back at the fire, “Got sent here. Wasn’t really my choice.”

His voice was quiet and the light from the fire highlighted his features. You never actually sat down to get a good look at him but now that were, you couldn’t help but think hoe handsome he was. His foggy blue eyes piercing down at the flames as his dark fringe fell down the sides of his face. His stubble had been growing for a while- maybe even before he got sent here.

You exhaled softly and looked back at the fire, “So you were forced…”

He nodded, “Yep. I mean, it’s also partly my fault in a way. I work for the government and I get these… missions. Shits crazy when life hits you with the consequences of your actions, don’t you think?”

“I guess…” you mumbled and looked down at the bread in your hands, “So, you’re like a personal soldier or something?”

Leon chuckled and looked at you for a brief moment, “You’ve been watching way too many American movies.”

This time, you smiled softly and looked back at him, “What can I say? You Americans are the leaders of entertainment.”

That caused him to smile back, “Good point…” he exhaled softly before looking back at the fire, “But no. I’m not a personal soldier or whatever. I’m just an agent. I work in the defense department, lots of fighting.”

You hummed quietly and looked back at the fire in silence for a moment before speaking up in a cautious tone, “Was it your dream to become an agent?”

Leon felt his body freeze at that question. He blinked slowly as his expression fell slightly and then looked at you with a pained expression, “No, it’s not.”

Your own expression mimicked his as he continued, “I wanted to be a cop. Like the ones in Brooklyn 99 or Chicago P.D. But after…” he quickly trailed off, deciding whether or not he could tell you about Raccoon City.

“After?” You asked,

“After Raccoon City,” he replied quietly.

You were aware of what happened in Raccoon City. It made global news how the U.S. nuked it’s own people. But no one knew as much as Leon and you could tell that it left him with a big weight on his shoulders.

“When I escaped Raccoon City, my whole life changed… I was no longer the 21 year old rookie cop,” his gaze trailed on, no long focusing on the fire. Right now, he was somewhere else.

“I met this girl, when the whole Raccoon City thing started, she was like 10 or 11- and I couldn’t help but feel… anger. Not at her, obviously, but at everyone else. Children died that day, sisters… brothers… everyone died and I couldn’t save them,” he inhaled sharply,

“It felt like everyone moved on and I’m still stuck in that same fucking time-loop…” he looked down at you, “Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about it. About everything.”

You stared back at him and watched as his eyes told the story. His raw emotions emanated from within, “To this day, I still see them. Every figure and shadow of what remained of that goddamn city. The guilt to not have been able to help… it hurts more than anything in the world.”

He turned to look back at the fire in silence. You’ve never seen someone so hurt. Although it took you by the surprise, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. All those years that went by and he’s still in the same place.

“Is that why you’re helping us? Because you don’t want to feel guilt?” You asked quietly.

He nodded, “If I can help… I wouldn’t let the opportunity pass by. I’ll take hold of whatever chance I get to save people.”

You stared at him for a moment in silence. It was very noble of him basically risking his life for people- dangerous but very noble.

"You know," you started quietly, "I didn't even know how to fight before.. all of this even started." Leon raised his brow at you and then chuckled. He shook his head and stared back at you, "I can tell. When we first fought, you had so many openings."

You rolled your eyes at him and then looked back at orange flames, "Give me a break. I was just some random girl working in a canteen... before chaos took place," memories of when the soldiers first came with their tanks filled your mind. You sat there in silence before finally saying something. If he basically trauma dumped on you then why shouldn't you as well?

"My brother died from a soldier," you mumbled softly as you fiddled with the bread, "He was out with his friends one night and some soldiers came up to him. They tried to arrest him but he resisted and eventually... he got shot."

The words barely came out of your mouth. It was painful to rethink about all of the deaths that happened, but Leon knew that. He understands the pain.

"I'm sorry about your brother," he mumbled. You swatted your hand in the air before looking back at him, "He wasn't the only one I lost. I lost my two friends from my job... we got bombed and one of them got squashed by a building and the other... bled to death..."

Leon remained silent as he listened to you. He may not have been there when all of that happened, but he knew the pain.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, "And now Yarina is dead, and I became the leader of her group... I feel like life is mocking me. It's like, 'Hey! You lost your friends but don't worry! You'll lose more people'... These types of battles don't go well- i know that. But a part of me wishes that i should've just left. Left for America for a better future... Instead, I'm stuck here leading a rebellion." You took a bite out the bread and got quiet. Leon was just watching you, reading you. He could tell you were in a lot of pain, more pain than you believe.

He sighed and looked back at the fire, "Life's been shitty to the both of us, huh?"

The ends of your lips curled up slightly as you nodded, "Pretty much."

"You look young... life can get better for you, trust me," he mumbled softly.

"I don't feel young. Does it ever actually get better?" you asked as you turned your head to look at him.

He looked back at you and shook his head, "No, it doesn't... but you learn to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it... I want to forget everything ever even happened. I want to live a normal life..."

Leon looked at you with sad eyes, "But that's not the case, is it? You can dream all you want but the hard truth will always drag you back to reality... and it's a reality you must live in."

You stared into his eyes for a moment in silence as he stared back at you. The atmosphere was complicated. One minute you were cautious of him and then the next you express your inner emotions to him. And now the tension was high. For what? You don't know but you could swear you saw his eyes drift down to your lips.

It's not like you were a virgin, you had your own experiences. But yet, you felt something starting to build inside you and you could almost see it in him as well. Feelings were growing when they shouldn't be.

Your eyes drifted down to his and you leaned a little closer. But your subconscious mind pulled you back. You turned your head away, "We shouldn't..." you whispered.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your lips, "Says who?"

"This is wrong. It feels wrong... I mean, we're in the middle of an incoming war. Is it even okay?"

Leon brought his hand to your cheek and gently forced you to look back at him, "You're not killing anybody. It's okay," he whispered as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You swallowed and allowed him to gently pull you towards him. You closed your eyes and felt his breath on your face as he brought you two together.

His lips landed on yours in a soft kiss. Lips so soft and tender despite the environment. He kissed you gently and brought you closer as you rested your hands on his shoulders. His free hand traveling to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. You gasped softly against his lips and he took the opportunity to bring his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue entangled itself with your tongue. It felt so intimate yet so calm. He was kissing you as if he didn't want to hurt you. You've been hurt far too much already but this kiss felt like a band-aid on top of your scars.

He pulled apart to catch his breath, eyes opening to look at your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were already staring at his. He brushed some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. There was a moment of silence as the two of you just sat there staring at each other.

"Rest," he whispered, "We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

You nodded slowly and laid down on your side, giving your back to Leon. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Leon watched as you fell asleep, he took off his jacket and laid it on top of you. So many thoughts lingered in Leon's mind but he also had questions about your previous conversation.

He knew death was inevitable but seeing everyone- including you- fight with so much resolve made him believe that you had the opportunity to do something he couldn't.

To save people.

He wasn't jealous or mad, rather, he felt a sense of guilt. He didn't want to see you die. Leon wanted to see you and the rest of your people overthrow the government. He beg the heavens above to let you live just a little bit longer if it meant seeing you free this country.

He'd plead to whoever.

-

An announcement alarm went off and the TV from the tower turned on. Flashing images of people lined up, kneeling down with bags over their heads, with soldiers behind them pointing their guns at their heads.

You woke up as stared at the screen, which Leon did was well. The two of you watched as the soldiers began to shoot the people one by one. Their bodies falling limp against the floor and letting the blood pool around them.

Your heart felt heavy and you tried to move but couldn't. You were frozen in place.

"We've captured more traitors who must pay the price for their treason," President Mendez said.

You felt anger. Some were children.

In a fit of anger, you took your gun and dashed out of the ruined building you were in. Leon followed behind you, "Wait- where are you going?"

You ignored him and kept walking. He ran behind you and pulled your arm to stop you, "Y/n..."

Eyes welling up with tears of anger, you looked at him with so much anger, "Those were kids. And she's killing them like pieces in a game. I need to do something-" you harshly pulled your arm away from him and ran towards the tower. Leon quickly caught up to you and hooked his arm around your waist. He hoisted you up in the air and you thrashed in his hold.

You cried. Sobbed and screamed in anger. The once silent abandoned city was now filled with your angry screams.

"Let me go!" You struggled against him, but he didn't move. He knew you were going through a meltdown, and it wasn't safe for you to act in a fit of anger.

"I said let me go!!... let me go," your head fell forward as he slowly put you down on the floor. You clung to him as you cried loudly. You were so angry and hurt. This was the last straw for you.

It was heartbreaking, really. There was nothing you could do except watch as these innocent people died. President Mendez won this battle but you vowed to yourself that you'll win this war.

War.

You declared war.

-

Both you and Leon walked back to base. Something changed in you as you walked through the halls and towards the meeting room.

You slammed your fists on the table, "Send a message to the president," you started with anger on your tone and face.

"Tell her that tomorrow morning, we will start a war. And we will win this war."

The other insurgents looked at you and then at Leon who stood behind you. They all stood still and you only got more angry.

"I said- send her a fucking message that says we declare war on her. Now."

tloz: tears of the kingdom starters

WARNING: spoilers !

❝ there doesn’t seem to be any danger at the moment. ❞ ❝ history and legend sometimes blur together. ❞ ❝ i think you’ve caused quite a stir since your arrival here... ❞ ❝ i think you do look weird. so there, chew on that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i should apologize for dragging you into this mess. ❞ ❝ there’s no need to get so worked up. ❞ ❝ you allowed your heart to falter. that is the quickest way to fall on the battlefield. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight by your side till the very end. ❞ ❝ as with any leader, it is my duty to safeguard and protect my people. ❞ ❝ you are burdened with a mission of monumental importance. ❞ ❝ it was my hubris that set us on this path. ❞ ❝ i get it, you’re young --- you feel invincible. ❞ ❝ i thought you had harder bark on you than that. ❞ ❝ this little village used to be as quiet as a dusty old tomb. ❞ ❝ i don’t know who you are, but i’m sorry you have to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i feel a lot better after talking to you. ❞ ❝ you should have seen the look on your face. ❞ ❝ please, no need to look so petrified. ❞ ❝ you’re alone too, right? alone is good. ❞ ❝ you have disgusting, unwavering commitment to do ‘good’. ❞ ❝ i apologize. i keep getting lost in my thoughts. ❞ ❝ you’re finding this all a little scary, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ did you hear me singing? how embarrassing. ❞ ❝ you might want to make other plans...if you value your life. ❞ ❝ i suppose fate really wanted the two of us to run into each other again. ❞ ❝ you use your power to crush the weak...to serve evil. ❞ ❝ you will die knowing that you failed. ❞ ❝ you heard that strange voice too, right? ❞ ❝ this is a lot to learn all of a sudden, i know. ❞ ❝ did you know if you put your ear to a well, you can hear the wailing of the dead? ❞ ❝ i see the shadow of death upon your face. ❞ ❝ it seems skill and confidence is in short supply. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve gotta say. your stories are always so wild. ❞ ❝ did i manage to keep a smile on my face? ❞ ❝ you take for granted the godlike power you have in your hands. ❞ ❝ nevertheless, i can’t shake this strange tightness in my chest. ❞ ❝ why do i get the feeling we’re being watched? ❞ ❝ sorry you had to listen to me go on and on like that. ❞ ❝ anyway, i’m sorry for teasing you. ❞ ❝ uh...what’s with the face? ❞ ❝ what was it you wanted to discuss with me in private? ❞ ❝ were you looking for me? i’m honored! ❞ ❝ one cannot accomplish great feats without allies at one’s side. ❞ ❝ it’s important to help each other in times of need. ❞ ❝ i hate the way rain feels, but i don’t mind how it sounds. reminds me of waves crashing on the beach. ❞ ❝ you look distracted. what’s wrong? ❞ ❝ things with ‘legendary’ in the title are usually just stories. ❞ ❝ do you really think i hadn’t realized your deceit? ❞ ❝ what are you doing in a place like this? ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see such a marvel with my very own eyes. ❞ ❝ thank goodness. if something had happened to you...i... ❞ ❝ how did you find this place? what cruel ploy are you plotting? ❞ ❝ it seems that the world is still in a wretched state. ❞ ❝ enough is enough! you are not acting like yourself! ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. you are yielding to the fear of losing someone you love again. ❞ ❝ i can see it in your face. i don’t hold that special place in your heart. ❞ ❝ light and dark - one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ do not get lost in the past. you must keep moving ever onward. ❞ ❝ it is best when those who care for each other are open and honest, even when it is difficult. ❞ ❝ push yourself too hard and you become your own worst enemy. ❞ ❝ look at all those scars...you must have fought a lot in your life. ❞ ❝ i am hesitant to admit it, but our success was thanks to your support. ❞ ❝ you look very pleased with yourself. ❞ ❝ i was giving in to my fear of once more losing someone i love. ❞ ❝ hold still, and don’t fret. i’ll take care of everything. this won’t hurt a bit. ❞ ❝ did you think i’d deceived you? perish the thought. ❞ ❝ i’m always here. should you ever have need of me, you need only ask. ❞ ❝ it’s amusing, isn’t it? our little back-and-forths. ❞ ❝ i just don’t want anyone to drop dead right in front of me. that’ll give me some nasty dreams. ❞ ❝ there it is. that inexplicable smirk upon your face. ❞ ❝ what were you praying for? long life? wealth? ❞ ❝ you get even cuter when you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ it is all right. i swear it. i am not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i never thought...never dared dream...that i’d live to see the day we could all laugh together again like this. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen enough faces in this job that i can tell from looking at one if someone’s lying to me. ❞ ❝ you’ll come visit me again, right? ❞ ❝ i hope that ours will be a long and profitable relationship. ❞ ❝ this must be what the end of the world looks like. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with asking if you can help, you know. ❞ ❝ i knew there was a bright smile in there somewhere. ❞ ❝ let’s not pretend it won’t look absolutely dashing on you. ❞ ❝ no matter. you will not live to see another sunrise. ❞ ❝ you cannot hope to escape your fate. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i know i’m always throwing you into dangerous situations. ❞ ❝ hear my name and tremble in fear. ❞ ❝ it seems you have met with great danger once more. ❞ ❝ i actually...secretly followed you. ❞ ❝ there’s no shortage of strange happenings these days. ❞ ❝ anyone tell you it’s rude to stare? ❞ ❝ sitting here feeling sorry for myself won’t solve anything. ❞ ❝ at my age...well, very little surprises me. ❞ ❝ there are more mysteries waiting for us down here, i know it. ❞ ❝ i’m only telling you this because you seem like a trustworthy sort. ❞ ❝ we are bound by fate, you and i. ❞ ❝ i’d have preferred to stay with you a while longer. ❞ ❝ you will have to do something about that fear eventually. ❞ ❝ now i live for vengeance. ❞ ❝ so you’re our saviour, eh? i thought you’d be tougher looking. ❞ ❝ sorry about that. the sadness just gets to me sometimes. ❞ ❝ you were involved, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i’m just surprised. i mean, you don’t seem all that strong. ❞ ❝ did i...see what i thought i saw? ❞ ❝ just forget it. it’s not important. ❞ ❝ we cannot afford to stand still at a time such as this. it is imperative that we act. ❞ ❝ disappointed that i wasn’t shocked and aghast at the very sight of you? ❞ ❝ you must be pretty strong beneath the surface. ❞ ❝ what happened? is this your doing? ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. ❞ ❝ just watching you move, i can tell you’re no ordinary person. ❞ ❝ whatever is troubling you? why are you hesitating so? ❞ ❝ good...evil...that’s the futile perspective of narrow-minded beings. ❞ ❝ are you here because you’ve heard about me? ❞ ❝ one difficulty has been overcome, and yet another has appeared in its wake. ❞ ❝ once i rest up, i’ll be hitting the road again. i’ve stayed here too long as it is. ❞ ❝ we have to train. we have to get stronger. we have to get ready for what’s next. ❞ ❝ is everyone all right? nobody’s injured? ❞ ❝ i’m the one who made such a mess of things, after all. ❞ ❝ it is a mighty opponent, certainly, but we must not falter. ❞ ❝ what’s with that look? you don’t think i can do it? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter? you can tell me, weirdly handsome dude. ❞ ❝ why is everybody so quick to believe the silliest things? ❞ ❝ i dearly wish that i could believe what you are saying. however, at present...i simply cannot do that. ❞ ❝ wow, listen to me. with every breath, i spew out brilliance. ❞ ❝ for a long time, i have been concerned that you are holding yourself back. ❞ ❝ i feel like you weren’t getting what i was going for there. way to kill the mood. ❞ ❝ can’t talk my way out of this one... ❞ ❝ this is normally where i’d give you a chance to respond, but i’d like to talk about me instead. ❞ ❝ never forget that we are all standing beneath the very same sun. the only distance that matters is the distance between our hearts. ❞ ❝ i lost my head a little there. i’m not too proud of the way i behaved. ❞ ❝ i’m sure an answer will come to you. wisdom takes time. ❞ ❝ i must truly be getting on in years to have allowed a mere monster to catch me off guard. ❞ ❝ you really don’t know your place, do you? ❞ ❝ do you really think we hadn’t realised your deceit? ❞ ❝ you heart is like a chicken’s egg --- easily given but easy to break. ❞ ❝ your wounds were severe...i am relieved to see you escape death. ❞ ❝ i’m told that your skill in swordplay is unmatched. ❞ ❝ what, you’ve never heard of me? ❞ ❝ where were you? you disappeared on me so suddenly. i was worried sick. ❞ ❝ oh my. i’m surprised to hear you say such a thing. ❞ ❝ i wonder how many times we’ve met in our past lives. ❞ ❝ so what if you don’t say what you really think. i won’t hold that against you. ❞ ❝ though our time together has been brief, i am so happy that we finally met. ❞ ❝ what’re you thinking, strolling into this war zone? ❞ ❝ you’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. ❞ ❝ i sense a fierce battle ahead, the likes of which we have never before faced. ❞ ❝ i can feel the moonlight pouring down, cleansing my spirit. ❞ ❝ you’re not needed round here any more. ❞ ❝ that mystery just leads us straight into another. ❞ ❝ it is very difficult to rest peacefully when things like this happen. ❞ ❝ sometimes i’m so smart, i scare myself a little. ❞ ❝ ever try getting info out of a boulder? well, that boulder’s ME. ❞ ❝ i prefer to keep work and my personal time separate. ❞ ❝ sure, you look like a strong breeze could blow you over, but you are solid as stone. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve been abandoned by love...by luck...by happiness. ❞ ❝ at last...i have been waiting for you to arrive. ❞ ❝ i am stunned. i am in complete and utter awe with you. ❞ ❝ despite all we have endured, my feelings for you have never altered. they never shall. ❞ ❝ am i some sort of villain? or a force for good? ❞ ❝ i’m just fated to be unhappy. steer clear or you’ll catch my misfortune. ❞ ❝ you’re your own worst enemy sometimes. ❞ ❝ i will crush any opposition. i will rule. ❞ ❝ that’s an old dangerous road absolutely crawling with monsters. ❞ ❝ now that you’ve seen it, i can’t let you live. ❞ ❝ you look like a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt anything. ❞ ❝ my body...my mind...everything. i’ll sacrifice it all to destroy you. ❞ ❝ i had almost forgotten the thrill of battle. that feeling as blood surges in my veins... ❞ ❝ i bet evil always scatters when you show up. ❞ ❝ it’s important to remember that luck and love aren’t things that run out. sometimes they just take the long way to get to you. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna make my ancestors proud today. ❞ ❝ this world should be shrouded in darkness, not bathed in insufferable light. ❞ ❝ it would have been more...satisfying to overcome a worthy foe. ❞ ❝ a mere mortal will not stand in my way. ❞ ❝ you’d walk away...from someone in need? ❞ ❝ you have proven yourself, and you no longer need me. ❞ ❝ i have some heartbreaking news to share. this will be tough to bear, but i ask that you stay strong. ❞ ❝ you might think of this as ‘hush money,’ and...yes. that’s what it is.. ❞ ❝ now, let’s both pretend like this never happened. ❞ ❝ you might think i’m a hopeless coward...and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong. ❞

୨⎯ " Made Just For You " ⎯୧

"You're pouring your heart out ,I'm acting like I knew, You held me so down, So down I never grew, oh I tried to find out, When none of them came through, And now I'm stuck in the middle, And baby had to pull me out, oh" - Streets by Doja Cat

Content Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Cum-eating, ADA! reader x Fyodor, Doggy style(?), Cock-warming, spanking, Fyodor is very ooc, Dom! Fyodor, sub! reader, slight thigh ridding, Cunnilingus , home office sex, cursing, petnames.

A/N: I hope you guys Fedoor lover enjoy this! and I'm sorry if you felt like my grammar(s) are wrong or smtg tbh english is not my first language and if you feel like you once read this on a draft paper from your classmate or smtg, no. You didn't. This stuff been in my drafts longer than my grandma but anyways I really hope y'all like this stuff

Words count:2681 words

ೃ⁀➷ Minors do not interact ˋ°•*⁀➷

. . . . . ╰──╮ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ╭──╯ . . . .

Hands trembling, reaching out the door handle. Slowly, you open the door with hesitation. "Umm, sir? Are you in there?" Soon you spoke while opening the door that leads to that bastard's office. You might wonder who I'm talking about. one and only Fyodor Dostoyevsky. The wanted criminal, the manipulator, the leader of the rats in the House of the Dead, a member of the Decay of the Angels, and also the most dangerous ability user you've ever met.

You look inside the home office and see no sign of Fyodor. He'll usually let only God know what he's planning to do to get rid of the sinners. You came here because the stupid armed detective agency made you finish a mission as soon as possible. Your mission is to steal one piece of data from his computer, transfer it to a USB drive, and then return. But it takes you 7 months to do it, and right now you're going to accomplish it. You're tired of playing darling with Fyodor for 7 months—faking your name to him, trying to like things that he likes so he'll be impressed by you, acting so innocently to grow his ego. To be honest, you did lose your virginity to this devil/rat before anyone else in the agency.

You close the door behind you. Sighing, you walk closer to his desk. You swear that if he suddenly went up to the office you'd shot yourself to death, You open his computer, trying to find the stupid data that the agency wanted. Once you found it, you plugged in the USB. While you're waiting for it to transfer, you sit down in his office chair and think about everything you've done for him.

To be honest, you have had some great times with him. And you're kind of sad that you're going to leave him, but you have to. And after rethinking several times, Nikolai begged Fyodor to let you join the Decay of the Angels, but Fyodor refused despite your safety. And let's be real, you do have a little crush on Nikolai. Because, in nature, he is similar to you, and you are similar to him. 

Drifting off suddenly, a voice spooks you. "I didn't know you're a sneaky little bitch, Myshka, or shall I say y/n from the armed detective agency? You think I didn't notice you were faking your name, mousy?" You recognized his voice when it spoke to you. You didn't know when he was in the office, but he's been watching you for a while now. Standing up, you reply, "Ah! Fedya, dear, what are you talking about? I'm just in here because it's the warmest room in here! And who's this y/n girl you're talking about?" You lied (oh, come on now, you're y/n); "shall I call you by your full name, Myshka? Y/n L/N? I knew from the beginning, dearest. Should I kill you so no one remembers you, or… are you going to be our doll?" he paused. You were stunned by his words. You're not ready to die! And he knew that "Cheiri" is not your real name; he knew everything, including your mission. The agency was well aware that you were no longer the ideal candidate! "What'd you say, Myshka?" He inquires, resting his hand on your chin. "W-what do you mean by our doll?" Gulping you reply. You knew Fyodor was into punishing you (it's called crime and punishment for a reason), but you didn't think he was into sharing with you. "Oh, dear, do you think I'm going to keep in here all for myself? Ah, it'll be paradise if so, but dearest, have you forgotten? Paradise is so hard to achieve, and I haven't worked that hard to achieve it so easily. In order to achieve paradise, you must have an opponent." He began to whisper next to your ear. You glance toward the USB; you didn't have a choice but to pick the second option. You can escape later. Or so you thought.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you pull him into a passionate kiss, where he slides his tongue into your wet cavern. He put his hand on your waist. Another hand travels in your dress, groping one of your breasts and slightly squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, your body becoming warm as well. He broke the kiss, and you're a panting mess. "I suppose you wanted to be our doll, Myshka. A whore who was made just for me." He says while rubbing both of  your cheeks with his thumb, and you nod. "Yes, sir, I was made just for you." Pleased with your response. Smirking, he kisses you again, but this time it's more of a hungry kiss, peppering your chin and neck with small kisses and love bites. "I'm going to mark you up before Nikolai can." He murmurs into your skin, sending vibrations through it. "Mhm, yes, please... Take me as yours." You mewl in his ears. It's like music to his ears; you're on fire with your cheeks flushed pinkish. Fyodor bit down on that one certain spot of your neck to earn an embarrassed choke-moan from you. "Ack!" You swing your hand to cover up the lewd noise you make. Fyodor notices it and grabs your wrist, stop sucking your neck. "There's no need to be shy, Myshka. I want everyone to know you're my slut who's drooling over her master's cock and moaning mess for me when I enters her." He whispers while removing your hand from your lips. He stared at you for a second before kissing you again.

His hands are now working on the front of your dress, pulling down the ribbon of your dress; he never broke the kiss while at it. He stopped kissing you and smirked to himself. You were confused by his actions; he sat down on the office chair and faced you. " Strip." You stared at him, not knowing whether you should strip naked or let him do it for you. "Should I repeat myself, mousy? Strip now; just leave your panties on. Did I really fuck you that good till it fucked your brain too, Myshka?" He spoke with a sadistic grin. 

You start to strip off everything you're wearing except for your white lacy panties which he likes to see you wearing. He stares at your naked body with no expression, but the bulge in his pants is evidence that he's turned on. " c'mere." He said this while patting his lap and motioning for you to sit on his thigh. You couldn't bring yourself to disobey him, so you sat on his thigh, facing him. His hand travels on your bare back and stops right on your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that makes you bite your lower lips to keep quiet. He kissed you unexpectedly, and you swear you felt him smirking while he kissed you. While he was busy kissing you, you rolled your hips back and forward on his thigh, chasing your own pleasure.He immediately spanked your ass, which made you break the kiss. "What was that for? It hurts.." You hiss at the pain, which will most likely leave a red mark on your ass cheeks. "Oh? My little mouse is very needy, isn't she? And if you keep going, you'll stain my pants with your own arousal. Plus, you'll know who you belong to." He said this while rubbing that red spot on your ass while wearing his famous smirk. 

You're too needy to think straight, so you got up and sat on his desk, spreading your legs. "Please, Fedya.." you said while pushing your panties to the side so he'd get a full view of your glistening pussy. He moves the chair closer to you, resting his head on your thigh and caressing your left thigh with his other hand. "Please what, dear? I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, Myshka." He threw a smile at you. "Fuck me like a slut, fuck me until I can't walk, punish me, degrade me, eat me out, fuck me until I forget everything but you." You beg him just to get a low chuckle out of him.

"As you wish, Myshka." He went closer to your crotch, both hands spreading your thighs and preventing you from closing them. While making eye contact with you, he kisses one of your inner thighs and begins to nibble on it with small kisses. A small whimper escapes from your lips, pushing your hips closer to his face. "I barely touch you, and you're so needy already. I wonder if anyone saw you like this. All desperate for me." He murmurs to himself, and without a word, he shoves two fingers into your wet pussy just to earn himself a high-pitched scream from you. He moves his fingers in a slow, torturous pace, slightly curling them upward to find a spot to make you see stars. You wanted his fingers deeper in your throbbing core; you rolled your hips, and as you rode his fingers, he pulled away. "Why did you stop? I want more,  please." You begged him; tears began to fill your eyes. All he did was give you a smirk. He didn't speak; instead, he buried his face in your crotch, giving it kitten licks. "Fuck-fuck more, deeper, please." You're too needy for him; deep down, he was shocked because for no reason you're in heat; he was about to punish you, but why? You're so horny when you're about to meet Lucifer himself.

He suddenly began to suck up your pussy that makes you shake so violently, and his hand that was wet from your juices went to rub your clitoral area in circles. " mhmm ahh more~" You mewl while pulling his hair so he'll get closer to your clenching hole, and it doesn't take much time for you to feel like you need to release. "Ah fuck! I'm cumming. Please, ah, Fedya ngh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He didn't stop sucking you at all when you announced you were getting close to your orgasm; instead of slowing down, he started to lap his tongue more deeply into your cunt. You feel a knot snap inside of you when you realize you squirted on his face. You were a panting mess, gasping for air. He collects your cum on his fingers, then taps it on your lower lip and says, "Open up." and you, being a good obedience pet, did what he said and started lapping your own cum on his fingers. He looked at you, slightly smiling to himself. "What's so funny?" You ask after licked his fingers clean. "Nothing, dear. It's just… It's only the beginning of our game, and you've already worn out. I didn't even properly fuck your pretty pussy yet." He's right. He's not going to let you get out of this punishment that easily.

He stood up, looking down at you who's lying on his office table, all messed up from him, just like he wanted. Leaning down, he kissed your lips while your naughty hands undid his pants. He notices it immediately, but he didn't let you stop; it's part of his plans after all. You can feel his cock pressed against your clothed crotch, but you want him inside right now. " Mmm Fedya, I want you.. inside of me.. I wanna carry your babies, please." You whisper to him while French kissing him; your hands wrap around his neck, and you don't want to let go. "Of course, dear. Even if your body refuses to carry my children, I'll fuck you until you can carry it." He murmurs into your lips, and you only hum in reply.

You broke the kiss because you needed to breathe, only for him to kiss your cheeks and say, "Stand up and bend over the desk, dear; I'm going to make you feel so so so fucking good." He demanded, and since you're so fucking needy, you did as he said. He's only in his boxers since his pants are across the room because of you.

Ass up in the air, panties around your ankle, waiting for him to ruin you in one thrust. "Mmm, can you hurry up a little, sir? It's cold."  Your desperate plea made him chuckle to himself. "My, my, tell me, dear, which one of your cute holes you want me to fill up with my cock? Your ass or your pussy?" He leaned down from behind you to your ear level, whispering those filthy things. "My pussy sir, since it was made just for you."

Smirking at your reply, he lined his erection and shoved it in your pussy, receiving a loud moan from you. He let you adjust his cock for a second, and you could feel his cock brushing your cervix, so deep in you, like you were becoming one. "My, you're so sinful yet so precious, like a fleshlight that was made just for me." His hands travel down to your hips, keeping you from moving too much. He then starts to thrust in your clenching hole slowly yet so deeply. Every thrust he made made you see stars, making you feel like a virgin again. You felt like you were getting closer as the tip of his dick brushed your cervix again, and that's where you came on his cock following with a moan; you swore you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

And that's when you heard a groan from him: "Oh fuck-hah, I'm so close, mousy, I wanna fill you up.. Hah fuck!" He said between his breath, his thrust getting sloppier than before, and his movement—making your tits bounce, your mouth hanging open, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your breathing getting heavier each time—the whole room got a strong smell of sex. You can't think. All you wanted was for him to fill you up with his thick cum; you'd never felt so satisfied by him before. "I'm cumming-you so fucking good, fuck-ahh, love." A second later, his white cement painted your velvet walls white. He's so fucking deep in you too. You don't want him to pull out of you, but he did, and all you could do was whine due to his cock leaving you feeling empty again.

He sat down on his office chair and asked you, "Don't you want to warm me up, dear? It's cold in here, isn't it?" He spread himself out, making some space for you to sit on his crotch, warming it. Your legs are sore and wobbly from the event, but he pulls his chair closer to the table where you got all bent over it, making it easier for you to sit on him. You tried to turn yourself around with the lack of energy you had, and you succeeded. You are now facing him, holding yourself up with both of your arms. His knee now touching your skin, he snakes his arm around your waist to help you warm him up. Pulling you down so his cock meets your entrance, he pushes you down to his cock, taking him all, making you wince due to your senses. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, hugging him like a koala, and your face snuggles up into his neck. His hand travels down your bare back, slowly drawing circles with his fingers. Slowly, you feel like you're drifting off, and the last thing you heard before falling asleep was, "My, you're so perfect, like we're meant to be together. Ah.. what's that you said again, love? You're made just for me? I'm so lucky to have you, and you will be mine forever because you're made just for me and I just made for you."

Chapter 13

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 3,131

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assult.

Sy I followed Walter for what seemed like an hour. They’ve been down winding gravel roads and over dirt roads in the middle of the woods. Finally, they pulled up in front of what looked to be an old abandoned house. 

They got out of the trucks and Sy laughed “Where did you find this place? It's like something Hansel and Gretel would have been captured in.” 

Walter laughed. “It's an old Safe House of mine. Nobody knows about it. You know you've always got to have someplace safe just in case shit goes down.”

 

Sy nodded, “good call brother, good call.” They went inside the house. Thankfully it looked a little better on the inside than it did on the outside which Sy was grateful for. 

Turns out that Walter had set it up with internet and phone services and an encrypted safe computer. One at a time they sat down at the desk and started typing in all the information they knew. They included their own personal thoughts and ideas, even who they suspected in the police department that might have ties to the S18 gang. It took them well over an hour to complete the task but it was done. 

Walter leaned back in the chair and looked at Sy. “So do you regret joining up?” 

Sy took a deep breath and schooled his features before shaking his head no. “I have some regrets, man but none of them about joining up. I met a lot of amazing people, had a lot of men and women serve under me that I formed deep bonds with. I'm extremely grateful and honored that I got to serve my country because you know how much that meant to me. When I joined up I loved this country and what it stood for. After I joined up I learned that I still love my country, however bureaucracy is a bitch. There were times that we could have made a real difference, things we could have fixed but because of red tape,  bureaucracy and government we were not allowed to do what we needed to do when we needed to do it. We had to wait to ask three hundred different people who had to talk to committees to decide if it was okay if we went on the mission and by the time they made their decision,  because you know they get nights and weekends off, it was too late for us to act. That was unbelievably frustrating. Things that we could have fixed except they wouldn't let us. People who died for no reason. The kids that were put into this just because their parents told them to. 

We were all, my unit, really cool with the kids over there because most of those kids didn't care about the war. They didn't care about any of it, they just knew that it affected them so we tried to be nice and we tried to do kind things. We had people send footballs, soccer balls and things like that that we would give to the kids to play with. I can't think of any of the 10 billion MREs it seemed like we ate where we didn't give our candy and sweets to the kids. We always gave it to the kids that we were around or that hung around the green zone.” He got a distant look in his eyes. "Some of those kids came back for more, strapped down with bombs.” Sy was silent, lost in thought for a moment but finally continued. “We really did try to make a difference over there and I think that we did. The truth is we did what we had to do to save soldiers' lives. The things that happened and the regrets that I have, have to do more with me and not being able to accomplish or be what I wanted to be. I had the weakness. The weakness was in me that caused my problems over there.” Sy I rubbed his hands over his face trying to fight back the memory. He'd never opened up about much of anything to anybody but Debbie and of course his military psychiatrist that they made him see. The truth was, in Sy's mind it was always going to be his fault. His men died because he couldn't escape. No matter what anybody says, that's all that's going to live in his mind. He'll never forgive himself for his own weakness. 

Mike looked at him. “Brother, I wish I could take away what you're going through and I'm so sorry that it happened to you. I know it wasn't the way you intended to leave the military but have you thought of other things that you wanted to do? Are you going to continue to do the ranch or do you have something else in mind?”

Sy arches brow a smirk across his face. “Is there something you have in mind? Something you're hinting at?”

Walter shrugged. “Not really. It's just you know, especially now that we know they're dirty cops here where I thought it was safe, I'm frustrated. I guess I'm sort of disenchanted with the whole police thing. I feel like that no matter what we do the bad guys are always going to win because the justice system fails. We can arrest them, we can put them in jail, the court system fails. I mean one person screws up and doesn't sign a form or they put a dot in the wrong place and that person walks. All that work, all that trauma, everything that happened and for what.? Nothing matters anymore. I used to do this job to fight for Faye so that she could have a safe world. I'm beginning to think the world's never going to be safe.”

Sy  was silent for a moment before he let out a deep sigh. “You're not wrong. I don't think the world's ever going to be safe anymore either. And I really do think that it's going to come to a point where it's protect yourself or no one else will. It's a scary thought but the best we can do is try to be the good people that we want to have in the world. If we give up the fight then the fight just loses two more soldiers. I understand the frustration I really do but sometimes you just got to hold strong even though there's no faith left in the people. 

Walter nodded. “I wanted to save the world for Faye. I really did and now she's coming in a couple of weeks to spend Christmas with me and I'm in a department where there are dirty cops. It's maddening.” 

Sy nodded,  “I understand. I can't imagine how stressful it is to have a kid out there knowing that kid is experiencing new things in this kind of world that we're living in.” A wicked smile crossed his face. “But hey, you've got a special forces friend so if you ever need somebody to help you track her give me a call.”

Walter laughed loudly. “You know I just might take you up on that once she starts dating.” 

They were interrupted by a squelch on Walter’s police radio. The dispatcher said there was a shooting at Holmes pawn shop, one down. “Well shit,” Walter sighed. “That's Mike's dad. I wonder what the dumbass got himself into this time?” 

Sy shook his head. “Who knows? That man is a menace to himself as well as society.” 

“I guess I better go check this out,” Walter told him.

Sy stood, “All right. I need to go meet up with Deb. We need to have a conversation today anyway.” 

As they walked out of the house and back to the trucks Walter looked over at him, “everything okay?” 

“I hope so man because things are kind of weird right now. There's something going on and it has been since the incident with Lindy. I'm not sure what it is or how to fix it but I'm hoping we can start to talk through it.”

 While he was talking he overheard a license plate number being read over the radio by the dispatcher and a chill ran up his spine. “That's Debbie's license plate.”

~~~~~♡~~~~~

Debbie's ears were ringing and everything sounded really muffled. They had blindfolded her and tied her up. As soon as they put her in the van she could hear Mike, he was right next to her head. He whispered, “Are you okay?”

One of the men yelled for them to shut up. She could hear the other men talking. They were talking about the man who was killed and the one who was shot and they were going to make her pay for it. She was listening for any information she could get, she was even counting when l they went over railroad tracks how many tracks and turns they made. It seemed like forever before she was finally yanked painfully out of the van. She was pushed and shoved forward until they eventually jerked her to a stop. She felt the ropes around her wrist being pulled up and she was being tied to something overhead so that her arms were stretched far above her head and her toes were the only things touching the floor. She had no way to get leverage or to get relief from the pressure on her arms. It was a torture technique. She could hear Mike yelling and she took a deep breath satisfied that he was at least alive still. 

Mike struggled as they tied him to the chair. “What the fuck do you want from me? What are we doing here? Who are you people?” 

“Shut the fuck kid nobody wants to hear your mouth.” He punched Mike repeatedly in the face and stomach leaving him limp in the chair. “I'm tired of you already. Your dumb ass old man owes us a lot of money and you're the payment for it.” Mike visibly trembled. “You want to bitch and moan to somebody? If you ever see him again, and that's a big if, bitch at him.” 

The door opened and slammed shut again then there was silence. Debbie tried to take a deep breath but her ribs were killing her. “Mike, are you okay?” 

“I think I am," he replied. “My head's killing me, my arm hurts but I don't think I have any major injuries. What about you. I saw what they did to you. I'm surprised you're still conscious.”

She gave a humorless chuckle. ”Had worse. It'll be okay. Don't argue with them or provoke them. I'm not saying that you need to give them everything that they want but try to comply with the simple things without putting yourself in danger.” She paused a minute glad they had left Mike's blind fold on. “Listen kid, no matter what they say that they're going to do to me, don't fall for it. Even when they hurt me, and they will hurt me, I don't want you to react and I don't want you to give in to their demands for that.”

 “What the hell do you mean when they hurt you? They've hurt you enough! We're here and they haven't even asked us for anything. What do they want.” 

“I don't know Mike but these people aren't good people, these are the bad guys.”

About that time the door opened again and she could hear footsteps approaching. Suddenly her blindfold was yanked off. She tried to adjust to the light as she looked at the man standing before her.  He was covered in tattoos on his face,neck and his arms. What she could make out of them looked to be gang tattoos, S18 peeking out from the neck of his shirt. “What do you want from us?" she asked? 

The man ran his hand over her face, feeling her skin. “It's such a shame that they had to hurt you. Such a beautiful face bruised and swollen already,” he lightly tapped her face like he was patting her. “See there is somebody that's doing things that they shouldn't be doing. There's an informant somewhere in our group and we're trying to find them.”

 Debbie arched a brow at him. “And what does that have to do with us ?”

“Nothing other than the fact that you work with the police. I've seen you at the station. And,” he shrugged, “you were with the kid. His old man owes us a lot of money so in payment, since he couldn't afford to pay us off, he gave us his kid.” 

“Gave you his kid? What the hell does that mean?” she asked even though she had a sickening feeling she already knew. 

“It means that we're going to put the boy to work for us," he sneered. “He's going to earn his money with that mouth and ass until he pays off his old man's debt,, or I get tired of using him.”

“Fuck you!” Mike growled.  “You got problems with my old man, you take them up with him. I didn't make his  debt.”

“You think you got a choice kid?” the guy snarled. “You'll do whatever the fuck we tell you to do and you'll do it with a smile on your face! If you don't we'll make sure you learn!” He ran his hand across Mike's chest and then lower brutally squeezing his dick through his jeans. “And I love it when I have to teach you innocent ones the hard way.”

Debbie had to get the attention off of Mike somehow. “So you can't control your people and you got a snitch. Who is it?” it worked. 

He came back over to her and walked around her body letting his hands roam anywhere he wanted too. Very personal places.. She had to fight off the shiver as his hand ran over both of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He leaned in next to her ear and whispered “Maybe we'll have to put you to work too sweetheart.” 

“Fuck you,” she spat, “and get your hands off me you prick!” 

He laughed  “oh she is a feisty one. I'm going to enjoy beating the information about the informant outta you,” he grinned and started punching her again. “Like I told you bitch. We teach. people manners here.”

“I don't know anything about your informant asshole! What are you going to do when the police department finds out what happened to us?” 

“What makes you think the police will even know? You think we don't have people on the inside that will cover this shit up so nobody will ever know what happened to you? You can disappear without a second thought.  Nobody will ever fucking look for you. Nobody will even care that you're gone.” 

She shook her head, “You're wrong. I have someone who cares and you better pray that you don't touch me again because that someone will rip your fucking balls off and feed them to you!” 

He  backhanded her across the jaw. “Yeah? You want to talk about balls you're going to enjoy mine.”

~~~~~☆~~~~~

Sy followed Walter to Holmes Pawn Shop to see what the hell was going on with Debbie's truck. After several phone calls and some investigating they realize that Debbie and Mike had come to Holmes Pawn Shop for some reason. Sy had a feeling. He knew something was wrong; he knew that with the case going on and the way things were, something was bad so they went inside to talk to Matt Holmes. 

Matt Holmes was sitting in his office. He'd been beaten to a pulp and was throwing back a glass of amber liquid. Sy and Walter approached. Matt held up both hands. “Look, I've had enough, I can't do this anymore.”

“Can't do what anymore?” Sy growled. 

“Look, my debts are paid. I'm over this, I'm leaving.”  He stood up and he tried to walk out which was a mistake. Sy forced him back into his chair and got directly in his face, noses almost touching. To say that Sy looked menacing was the understatement of the decade. Even Walter backed off. “You need to tell me exactly what's going on here Matt or you think you're beat up now? I will personally take you apart piece by piece. Believe me when I tell you I know how to keep you alive while I do it.” Sy reached down into his boot and pulled out a k bar that he kept with him always. Some military habits never die. He stabbed the knife into the top of the desk as a threat to Matt who took it seriously. 

Matt was shaking, holding up his hands. “No please!” 

Sy turned around and looked at walter. “You have a job here in this town as a police officer. What I'm about to do you don't want any part of Walter. Leave the room.” 

“I don't…” Walter started but Sy shook his head. 

“I mean it Walt, step out of the room and shut the door.” 

Reluctantly Walter did so. What he heard standing outside the door made him cringe. There was screams there was begging there was pleading and finally there was silence. Walter thought for a second that Sy might have killed him. Just as he was about to reach for the door and open it Sy came out. 

“I know why they were here, now we've got to figure out where they are.” 

Walter followed Sy back to the truck and got in with him. 

As they drove away Walt asked, “What the hell is going on?”

“He turned his kid over to S18. He owed a debt for drugs and gambling and he couldn't pay it off so he gave them his fucking kid to traffic! An officer called Debbie today saying that he'd also called me to get her and Mike to the Pawn Shop. They told her we needed to sign paperwork for mike.” 

Walt shook his head. “Fuck. This is bad, Sy. How are we going to find out where they are? Nobody will talk; they're terrified of S18.” 

“I have a plan, don't worry I've got this," Sy said.

Sy pulled out his cell phone but it wasn't the normal cell phone he used. This one was hidden in the center console of his truck. It looked more like a brick than a cell phone. Walter looked at him but Sy didn't say anything; he simply dialed a number. Apparently somebody on the other end answered because all Walter heard was I'm in trouble I need you. No, now. And then the phone hung up

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The apple of Eden

Satoru tried fighting it, but she was like the apple in the garden of eden, pure temptation.

When he first laid eyes on her, he realized what kind of effect she had on him. And he wasn’t the only one. Though it wasn’t a surprise.

She always put others before herself, she always cared for the others when they were not feeling well. She couldn’t handle it, if someone she loved and cared for needed something or didn’t feel good. But she never let someone take advantage of herself. And that was something he admired and pulled him in. Her warmth, her pure heart never made her seem weak. On the contrary. She always had the ability to stand up for herself and her opinions and gave her all. She was an incredible jujutsu sorcerer. He could witness her abilities in every mission they accomplished in all the time they worked together. But it wasn’t only for her abilities. He didn’t know how, but she always safed them in risky situations. And every time she was the leader for the missions, they didn’t have to explain to Yaga how these damages in the city were caused, because there never were damages.

But Satoru wasn’t the only one, who was fascinated by her. She had every jujutsu sorcerer she met wraped around her little finger. From Yaga, to all the empoyees, the teachers and every other student. Especially because of how rare jujutsu sorcerers where, her helping hand was always welcomed and she always wanted to assist everybody. She didn’t care what it was she could help with. Wasn’t bothered with getting herself a little bit dirty and helped with household chores or run even the smallest errands. And whenever there was the posibility for her to accompany the higher ups, she would go with them.

The other students went to her, whenever they needed help. Even if they just needed someone to talk to. She always listend and was ready to help them or give them advise. She helped with homework, extra training or even with just a hug, depending on what the person needed.

And what made Satoru be so obsessed with her: She never expected something in return.

When he met her, in their first year at jujutsu high, he couldn’t understasnd, how such selflessness even could be possible. The world he came from, didn’t knew the concept of selfless acts. In the world of the eldest jujutsu families, you never got something without paying. Most of the time paying more, than the help you recive was even worth. Than she became a part of his life. And he couldn’t figure her out. Her way of living was odd for him, bothered him to no extend but it also fascinated him. So he was always found around her.

But it didn’t take long and he had to realise, that he wasn’t the only one fascinated by her and always around her. And he had better luck with her: Suguru Geto. And even tough Satoru was happy for his best friends and wanted them to be happy with eachother, he also couldn’t keep away.

Satoru knew, that the things he did were inappropiate and he shouldn’t do them, but he was the Satoru Gojo. And for Satoru Gojo there are no restrictions, he could do whatever he wanted. He grew up being able to do whatever he liked. He was above everyone else because of his abilities and powers. He never learned, that there were things he simply shouldn’t do, so he never bothered stopping. The only thing nagging him, was the little voice in his head. His morals. The only problem: they always were kind of twisted. But it was enough to tell him, that there were lines he simply shouldn’t cross. That he was playing a dangerous game.

But it simply wasn’t possible for him to stop it.

He knew, that the things he allowed himself to do with you in your first both school years together were really on the limit.

The nearly longing glaces he was throwing her way, whenever she was around him. He always kept his eyes on her. His six eyes embeding her every movement into his memory and being. How she flicked her hair, how her eyes glistend whenever one of the other students thanked her for her help and she felt useful. Or how she let Suguru pull her in his lap and how she let herself rest against his chest and slung her arms around his neck.

How Satorus fingers lingered a little to long when she passed him something. Or how he kept her in his arms as long as possible whenever she hugged him. His nose always pressing into her soft hair and inhaling her intoxicating smell of vanilla and strawberries. His arms curled around her tightly which made her giggle and he knew her typical words by heart now: „You don’t have to hold me that tight. I won’t run away from you Satoru.“ Over the years his hands found their way with every hug a little bit lower on her body. So now they were somewhere on her lower back, nearly on her bottom.

He remembers the countless missions they did just the two of them. And how he always took her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers when they were on their way back after the successful mission. Something she always accepted, a blinding smile on her face. Never noticing the irritated looks from the School employees or other jujutsu sorcerers. And he never had a problem with simply ignoring them. Instead he brushed his thumb over the soft skin of her hand and smirked down at her in the way that was typical for Satoru.

He remebers the nightly talks, when he sneaked into her room and pulled her out of her bed and onto one of the benches on the extensive grounds oft he school. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how deep she already slept, she always caved. Let herself get dragged outside and tolerated his selfish ways. He stopped counting how often they sat together outside, just talking and eating some type of latenight snack. She allowed every topic, always listened whenever he talked about his toughts and even sorrows and she never blamed him for his opinions and thoughts and she never laughed at him. Regardless of how crazy his thoughts were, how cruel his perceptions or arrogant his statments were. Instead she listend intently and sometimes told him how she thought about those things. What amazed Satoru was that she never shied away from telling him exactly what her opinion was and while it first bothered him, he leared to love this about her. His favorite memory from those nights together was the way she found her way into his arms. Her head on hi schest while she listend to his stories and her long legs draped over his lap. His fingers gliding softly over her exposed skin. Even in the coldest of winters she slept just in some shorts and he never gave her the time to change her clothes before he dragged her outside. That gave him also the opportunity to pull her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her whenever she was could. And he could never forget the soft sighs escaping her lips when his warmth overtook her. Her body snuggling closer to him. Her arms wrapping around his neck and her tiny, little fingers finding their way under the collar of his t-shirt for more warmth. And whenever her fingers dared to touch him, he let his hands explore. Rubbing over her bare arms to warm her a little bit, before his fingers moved on. Depending on his mood, he let them glide under her top or downwards to her thighs. There he let them rest for a bit, before he inched them forward. To the hem of her shorts, as if testing the water even though he knew, that she would let him touch her like that. Than carefully moving his fingers beneath the fabric and stroking her soft skin while listening to her quickening breathing. As much as he wanted to move his fingers a little bit more forward, his dubious morals kept him in check and never let him crossing this last line. So he just enjoyed what he was allowed to do, the lines he already crossed.

He remembers the nights they spent in his room, drinking and bingewatching movies. The more they drank, the braver he got, not bothering that Suguru was also with them. He knew that Suguru thought that the relationship between his girlfriend and his bestfriend was a little strange, asking himself if they weren’t to familiar with one another and if he should do something about it. But that didn’t stop Satoru. At least not if Suguru didn’t say something. So he just kept pulling her between his legs on the bed on movie nights. Her back resting against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her and offering her the alcohol bottle over and over again. He always waited. Waited till the movie reached his peak. Than he spread one of his blankets over both of them and his hands couldn’t be stopped. He remembered one of these movie nights vividly. It wasn’t long ago. He rested his chin on her shoulder starting to whisper little comments into her ear. From the corner of his eye he could see her grinning a little, never turning her eye from the tv. And in that moment he felt the need to get her to look at him and get her full attention. So his game began.

He turned his head a little, until the tip of his nose touched her hair. Inhealing her smell and allowing it to cloud his senses a bit. Slowly his nose wandered to the shell of her ear and down to her jaw. There he stopped, waiting for a reaction from her, but her eyes were still fixated on the tv. So he exchanged the soft touch of his nosetip with his lips. Peppering small kisses on her warm and soft skin. He heared a little gasp escaping her lips and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading on his dace. His lips moved further down to her neck exploring her warm skin and trying to find this one point which would force a bigger reaction out of her. He felt the faint beating of her heart under his lips, the fluttering resembling the wings of a hummingbird. And he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the soft skin between his lips and sucking lightly on it. He knew that he soon needed to let go, otherwise he would leave marks. But the soft sigh that left her lips and bordered on a moan just made him suck a little harder. He was happy that the tv was loud enough, so that Shoko and Suguru couldn’t hear these delicious sounds that escaped her. In that moment he knew, that he could never forget her. She would haunt him in his dreams and in every calm minute he would have in his life. While he still hold the bottle of alcohol in one hand, the other one found her way under the blanket. She wore one of Sugurus shirts and it didn’t take his fingers long to find their way under the shirt. His fingertips glided over the warm skin of her stomach and he enjoyed the feeling of her skin. In small circling movements he dared to explore every inch of her perfect skin. For a moment he let go of her neck, wanting to take in every of her reactions while he investigated her.

Painfully slow he went further. Gliding upwards over her stomach until his fingertips met a different fabric. He recongnized it as lace that was streched over her skin. He paused of a moment, inspecting her beautiful face. A blush tinting her face and her lips parted a little bit. Altough she still was looking at the tv he could see in the flickering light oft he movie how her eyes were glazed over. Realized that she wasn’t as unbothered by his touched as it first seemed and it probably didn’t need much more for her to avert her gaze from the tv and giving him all her attention. And he was so curious what would happen.

Carefully he nugged her bra a little, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. The lack of it was invitation enough for him to move on. So his fingers stroked the valley between her breasts and from there his fingers began wandering. Upwards to the collar of her shirt, down again and to the her sides, always stopping bevor touching to much of her. But it wasn’t enough to get her attention. So he dared to go further. His fingers cheekily found their way beneath the lace and just a moment later he took her nipple between his thumb and pointer and squeezed it softly. The sound that escape her lips burned itself into his memory. Sounded like it was straight out of one of the little videos he watched, whenever he couldn’t get her out of his mind late at night. And for a moment he worried, that the other two could have heard it. But with a quick glance towards their friends he saw them both already sleeping. So he moved his attention back onto the woman in his arms. His lips found their way back to her neck while his hand pushed itself a little more into her bra, so he could now completly cup her breast. Another soft moan leaving her lips and he couldn’t stop his blood rushing in southern regions. She moved her head, looking at him with big, glistening eyes. Her breath quickening and he could feel it brush his face. He held her intense gaze, trying to decipher what was going on in her head. „Satoru“ she breathed softly, wanting to add something but he interrupted her. A soft smile on his face: „I know…“ He knew what she wanted to tell him. That they were going to far and that he did things which she simply couldn’t allow him. Still, he dared to overcome the last distance between them and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Than he leaned back and pulled his hands back so they only rested on her stomach. For a moment she just observed him, than she took a deep breath and leaned back against his chest and watched the movie.

What he allowed himself to do in that night was something he couldn’t go back from and so wrong, that he knew that there was a place in hell reserved for him.

They finished a very importent and difficult mission, so they just wanted to have a night full of fun. So they met in Sugurus room to pregame, than they drove into the city. First checking some of the bars, taking some shots, before arriving at their final destination: Alhambra, a new club everyone was talking about. Normally it was quiet impossible to get in, but Satoru found a way to get their names onto the guestlist. Not wanting to stick out from the other guest they decided to dress themselves a little bit up. The boys picking slacks and button ups, Suguru a black one and Satoru a white one. The girls decided to wear the shortest dresses they owned. High on their success on the mission an the alcohol they entered the club und Y/N felt the beat of the music vibrating through her body. She loved the feeling and couldn’t stop herself from getting sucked into the mass of people on the dancefloor. Satoru watched her fascinated how she danced tot he music, turning around laughing and looking at her friends expectantly. While she let herself get sucked in the crowd she reached her hands out, inviting her friends to dance with her eventhough she already knew the answer. Shoko and Suguru hated dancing, they always found their way tot he bar and enjoying the loud music and the atmosphere while drinking overpriced drinks to keep their level of drunkness. But Y/N was different. She needed to let the music take control of her und loved moving between the others and to the beat oft he music. Satoru appreciated both. Sometimes he sat with Shoko and Suguru and kept a close eye on her, but this time he smiled at her and took her hand. Her grin got even bigger and she pulled him closer to her, while waving to her other two friends. They moved to the middle of the dancefloor and only than she let go of his hand, both getting lost tot he music and just enjoying the alcohol induced feeling.

She didn’t know how long they were dancing before starting to look for Satoru. She needed something to drink. It didn’t take her long to find him. He danced with a woman, but his eyes were fixated on her, never leaving her moving form. She smiled at him and pointed to her neck, hoping that he would unterstand what she wanted to tell him. Just a second later he let go oft he woman and made his way through the dancing people. His cheeks had blushed and her eyes followed the drops of sweat rolling down his neck and disappearing beneath his button up. When he first got clothed he let the first to buttons open, but now he had opend another one, his porcelaine skin glistening in the lights of the club. He leaned down, so it would be easier to speak with her and she didn’t hesitate to close the last distance between them by standing on her tiptoes. His arm wrapping readily around her waist, to keep her steady. His warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear while he tried to overtune the music: „Let’s find the others. I still have a surprise for you guys left.“ She nodded her head smiling and took the hand he rested on her hip to pull him with her through the club. They found Shoko and Suguru rather quick. They were siting at the bar, talking to each other while Suguru glanced darkly at every guy that tried to come near them. Shoko never liked getting talked to by drunken men and with Suguru being the good friend he is, he kept close to her fending of every men who just dared looking at her. It was also him, noticing their two friends coming over. He shot a smile across the room to his girlfriend and opened his arms for her to snuggle against him.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked her and at the same moment held out his glass for her to sip his drink. She readily accepted the glass and as soon as she had the straw between her lips, she turned to Satoru with an invitation. He grinned at her for a moment before putting his arm around Shoko and presenting his surprise to his three friends. "Before we order another round: Come along, I've booked us a lounge." He could see how bewilderment crept across his friends' faces before giving way to endless excitement. Before he knew it, Y/N had broken away from her boyfriend and had fallen around the white-silver-haired man's neck. He was only too happy to accept the enthusiastic embrace and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shoko empty the last of her cocktail in one go and then slam the empty glass down on the bar counter. "All right, what are we waiting for?" she called over the din of the club and hopped off the stool she had just been sitting on. So he grabbed Y/N's hand, which was still clasped around his neck, and dragged her behind him and back into the hubbub of dancing people. Y/N in turn had grabbed Shoko's arm so as not to lose her in the crowd and with a glance over her shoulder she realised that she had grabbed Suguru's hand.

They crossed the sea of people in a chain of four, Satoru's ability giving them a considerable advantage as they only had to follow the path he ploughed into the crowd. He led them to the opposite side of the club and to a staircase she hadn't seen before. A man standing next to the stairs eyed Satoru for a moment, then pulled aside the barrier and let her up.

At the top, she was greeted by a young woman. With a broad smile on her face, she greeted the four friends. "Ah Mr Gojo, nice to welcome you here with us. If you will follow me, I will show you to your lounge."

The man addressed gave her a slight smile before nodding briefly and waving his hand to show her the way. They walked along the dark corridor, which was lined with a few doors, before pausing in front of the last one and the lady opened the door for them.

"Your waitress will be with you shortly," and with that she said goodbye to the group of friends and left them alone. The lounge was a large room with a few sofas and armchairs, all gathered around several low tables, which must have provided enough space for 20 people to enjoy an evening at the Alhambra.

There was a small bar where the waitress would probably prepare the drinks for the revellers. And on the opposite side of the door, there was a large glass front and as soon as Y/N approached it, she realised that she had the perfect view of the dance floor from here. The music that blasted throughout the club could also be heard in the lounge, but it was muffled enough to make conversation easy.

She had so many questions for Satoru, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was: "That's just incredible Satoru!" The man addressed grinned broadly and plopped down on one of the sofas. "Wait until our waitress comes and makes us whatever we fancy to drink."

Pure enthusiasm was evident on the faces of his three friends and he couldn't help but lean back into the cushions of the sofa with self-satisfaction. He watched as the two girls inspected the lounge even more and at the same time felt the sofa next to him sink a little. His best friend had taken a seat next to him and he could see a rare, satisfied smile appear on his face. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening. A woman about their age, dressed in dark cloth trousers and a light-coloured blouse, entered the lounge. She introduced herself as Kiyoko and then took her place behind the bar.

The four friends spent the next two hours chatting and downing all the drinks Kiyoko mixed for them. Y/N felt the alcohol. Felt how heavy and slightly numb her tongue felt and that her brain was taking longer to process what she was seeing than her eyes. She knew she should slow down, but it was the first time she'd been out like this with her friends in a long time. Sitting on Suguru's lap and giggling at some joke he had made, she couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even though she was sure she would at least regret the amounts of alcohol when she accepted the next cocktail from Kiyoko.

She clinked glasses enthusiastically with her friends, not bothered that some of the drink spilled over and ran down her fingers. She simply transferred the glass to her other hand and began to lick the drops from her fingers.

What she didn't notice was Satoru's hungry gaze, which followed every movement of her small, soft pink tongue. She drained her cocktail in just a few minutes and then turned to her boyfriend with wide eyes: "I want to go dancing! Come and dance a little with me Su!" Her boyfriend sighed heavily. He had always found it difficult to refuse his girlfriend and in his clearly drunken state, it was even more difficult, but he also knew that he had reached his limits. "Sorry baby, but I'm totally out of it. I think it's more time to head back to uni." He saw her bottom tilt forward slightly and silently wondered how it was that the flyweight that was his girlfriend was still awake at all. He sighed heavily. He was on the verge of giving in after all, even though he was already so exhausted. But luckily for him, his best friend stepped in. "I'll go dancing with you Y/N, our poor Suguru needs to recover a little after the exhausting mission."

Satoru could see how the slight sulking gave way to a beaming smile and also how his best friend gave him a grateful smile. In the next moment, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Then you two go dancing, I'll grab Shoko and go home with her. The poor thing is already totally exhausted." With a quick glance over at her, they realised that she had curled up at the other end of the sofa and was at least dozing off. She was still holding the cocktail she had started in one hand. Y/N couldn't suppress a soft giggle before she stood up slightly from Suguru's lap and leant over Satoru's shoulder to the sleeping girl, stroking her hair. Then she turned back to her boyfriend. "Take good care of her Su," she murmured and pressed several kisses to his lips, which he was only too happy to return.

They said goodbye to each other and Y/N watched through the large glass front as Suguru made his way to the side door with Shoko in his arms. She heard Satoru talking to the waitress for a moment, but couldn't quite keep her senses in check enough to realise what exactly he was saying to her. Only a little later, he appeared next to her, several shots in his hands. He had that grin on his face that was so incredibly typical of him and she couldn't help but return it, beaming.

"All right, Y/N! Let's destroy these quickly and then we'll storm the dance floor." She laughed softly and took the first glass from his hands. She let it bump lightly against his before putting it to her lips, tilting her head back and willing the alcohol to slide down her throat. She did this two more times before they quickly put the empty glasses down. Satoru grabbed her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers and then pulled her out of the lounge behind him and down onto the dance floor.

They let themselves be engulfed by the crowd. Always close together.

Y/N felt the bass running through her whole body, making her bones vibrate and she loved it. She didn't think about it, just let herself be guided by the music that filled her. She could feel it tingling all the way to her fingertips and savoured it. It wasn't long before she felt fingers on her waist and the familiar energy showed her exactly who was behind her, matching his movements to hers. She allowed him to pull her closer and wrap his arm completely around her. She let her hand glide over his arm, gently stroking his soft skin that he had exposed through the rolled up sleeves. She reached his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Her other arm, however, she reached up to wrap her hand around his neck and curl her fingers into his soft hair.

Satoru couldn't suppress his grin. He looked almost triumphant as he scrutinised the other men over the rim of his sunglasses, watching almost hungrily as their hips swayed in time to the music. But he was the one who felt their movements. He could feel their hips gyrating and couldn't suppress the euphoric feeling that made his blood pump. He matched her movements, watching her as she was only too happy to press herself against him and dance with him. His long, slender fingers began to dance their own dance. Finding their way from her arm around his neck further and further down. He let them slide over her shoulder, up to her collarbone and watched as she slowly closed her eyes and laid her head on his neck, letting it fall against his shoulder.

He knew he was pushing his luck again. But he remembered too well a conversation he'd had with Suguru a few months ago. They had had a drink together before Suguru took two joints from a small box under his bed and handed one of them to Satoru. He didn't need to be asked twice. They both leaned back and relaxed on the sofa cushion and as they took a drag and the smoke escaped them in curls, he was only too happy to listen to Suguru talk about his lovely girlfriend. He had confided in him that it was always fun with her. But whenever she had a little too much to drink, she was ready for anything. No matter what Suguru had then suggested to his girlfriend, she was always ready for it. Willing enough to fulfil his every wish and knew no inhibitions. And as much as Satoru had tried not to think about it too much, he simply hadn't been able to stop his thoughts from wandering to her during the long, lonely nights in his bedroom. To his best friend's girlfriend, her incredible body and the knowledge that she was rampant. And ever since then, he had been waiting for an opportunity to be a part of it.

His fingers ventured further. He ran them lightly over the curve of her breast before briefly circling her nipple, which was visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She unconsciously arched her back and a sigh was the only sound that escaped her. He felt her stiffen briefly. Reassuringly, he squeezed her waist lightly, simultaneously trying to show her that it was okay, but also to urge her to do more. "It's okay baby," he murmured into her ear and as his hand travelled a little further down and now circled her belly button, he felt her relax again. His lips made their way down her neck. He pressed delicate kisses onto her heated skin and when she willingly tilted her head to the side to give him more room, he let his tongue glide along her artery. He felt the shiver that overtook her body because of it, regardless of the incredible heat that prevailed throughout the club. His hand travelled a little further down, this time to grab her hip and pull her back against his body. He didn't stay there for long, finding it much more interesting to feel the hem of her tight dress with his fingers. The lace felt pleasant under his skin.

For a brief moment, he stroked the soft skin of her thigh, letting his fingers glide over the inside of it. Then he withdrew his hand and spun her round to face him. She stared up at him with wide, glazed eyes. He could see that the alcohol had made everything a little duller for her, but he could still see the sparkle in them. She didn't hesitate for a moment to slide her hands up his chest and then clasp them behind his neck. The high heels she was wearing today were a definite advantage for this. He allowed her to press herself against him and now embraced her again. His fingers rubbed gently over her lower back, just above her bum. Satoru's thigh found its way between her legs, pressing against her. The hem of her dress slid up further as his muscle rubbed against her. As a soft moan escaped her, his hips pushed against her, causing her to feel his erection hard against her hip.

"Can you feel that?" he murmured softly in her ear, "You look so incredibly hot in that dress. Barely covers anything... It's like you're begging to be bent over the bar counter and fucked in front of everyone here."

She couldn't suppress a hoarse gasp as he moved her body in time to the music and pulled her over his muscular thigh. The friction gave her only minor stimulation, but it was enough to soak the material of his trousers. Her half-closed eyelids made sure he couldn't stop moving them against his body. Couldn't stop bathing in the heavenly sounds that escaped her lips and feeling like a god, even though it was so morally reprehensible. His lips found their way to her ear, where he nibbled gently on her lobe and continued to whisper things to her. Of the things she did to him whenever he saw her. But also of the things he was only too happy to do with her. And the only thing her alcohol-fogged brain could manage was to make soft noises of approval and accommodate his movements while her fingers clawed into his soft hair.

His left hand came away from her before he slid it down her neck a moment later and turned her head so he could look at her. He recognised how frantically her chest heaved and how she expelled her breath through her mouth. How flushed her cheeks were, although he couldn't tell whether it was because of the heat in the club or because of what they were doing here. He jerked her head towards him and pressed his lips greedily against hers. And he couldn't believe it when she willingly returned the kiss. He felt like he was in seventh heaven. Her lips were soft on his and she let him in without hesitation as he gently nudged her lower lip with his tongue.

He couldn't believe that she was actually here in his arms. That she was pressing herself so greedily against him and returning his kisses with as much passion as he was giving her. They only broke away from each other again when they ran out of air. His eyes slowly glided over her features, lingering on her swollen, now almost red lips, and he couldn't help but kiss her once more. Then he broke away from her, took her hand and pulled her behind him and back towards the lounge. The soft moan that escaped her as he pulled away from her did not go unnoticed.

As soon as he had closed the door to the lounge behind her, his lips were on hers again and he had pressed her back against the door. A soft gasp escaped her as the air was squeezed from her lungs, but it didn't stop her from eagerly reaching out to him. Her fingers found their way to his chest and the button placket of his shirt. And while she frantically tried to undo the buttons, he let his lips travel along her jaw and down her neck. When she finally managed to open his shirt, she slipped it over his shoulders and he detached himself for a moment to shake it off and let it slide to the floor. It hadn't even reached the floor before he had already embraced her again and pressed his lips to hers. His hands travelled frantically down her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist, with the other hand he gripped her thigh and lifted her up. She willingly wrapped her legs around his narrow waist to keep from sliding down and crossed her feet at ankle height. As soon as he knew she was holding herself, his arms travelled over her body again. Blindly, he groped for the fabric of her dress and when he came across the straps, he hurriedly pushed her down by her arms and helped her free her upper body from the fabric. For a moment he took the time to look at her chest and he felt her again like a young teenager who had just seen breasts for the first time.

"Shit, you have excellent breasts," he gasped softly before pushing her up a little further in his arms and managing to cup her right nipple with his lips. As soon as she felt his soft tongue on her, she couldn't suppress a soft moan. Her head fell back slightly, but the pain that arose when she bumped against the heavy metal door went unnoticed in the pure lust that had taken over her.

Satoru wasted no time, pressing his clearly palpable arousal against her centre. The touch sent electrical impulses shooting through her body and she tried to pull him even closer to her. He switched to her other nipple and caressed it just as thoroughly, letting his tongue flick against it before sucking gently and scraping his teeth carefully against the sensitive skin and starting the game all over again. She stretched her back, literally bending towards his touch and at the same time she tried to keep him close to her with a firm grip on his hair. Nevertheless, he managed to pull away from her. And while she couldn't suppress a soft whimper, he watched her through half-lowered eyelids.

"So eager," he teased her softly, his hand sliding down between their bodies as he did so. Just a few seconds later, his hand found its way under the hem of her dress and up her thigh until his fingers also made their way under her panties. Satoru's fingers slid through her labia, only to find them completely wet with her fluids as she arched back towards him. He couldn't suppress the confident grin that crept onto his face as he watched her like this, knowing that he alone was responsible. And it only got bigger as he watched her chest rise and fall frantically, her lips parted a little and heard the soft "please" that escaped her.

"Look at you," he murmured, "I haven't even started yet and you're begging me." A soft but deep laugh escaped him.

Before she could react in any way, he had pushed a finger inside her.

A hoarse moan escaped her and her grip on his soft hair tightened. His ego grew with every reaction he could elicit from her. It satiated his obsession with her, but at the same time it grew immeasurably and he didn't know if he could ever stop wanting to hear more of her sounds. She felt another finger at her entrance and only a short time later, Satoru was pumping into her in a slow rhythm. His thumb found its place on her clitoris. Playing with her slowly and with a slight pressure. She couldn't stop her hips from beginning to thrust against his movements. Trying to get his fingers deeper inside her. She knew that if he continued for just a little longer, she would reach her climax. And he seemed to realise it, seemed to sense how close she was already.

He increased the pressure of his thumb a little more before adjusting the angle of his wrist slightly and increasing the speed of his movements. The change in position caused him to rub against her sensitive walls in an almost delicious way. She felt everything inside her tighten, Satoru's burning gaze on her face and heard the rush of her own blood in her ears. Then the waves of her climax crashed over her and with Satoru's name on her lips, she let it wash over her.

Even as she tried to calm her frantic breathing, she felt him pull his fingers out of her and from her half-opened lids she could see him bring his fingers to his lips and his tongue cheekily licking her fluids. She couldn't explain what the contented humming from the depths of his chest was doing to her, but her hips were developing a life of their own. They jerked forward and when she pushed against his erection, they both couldn't suppress their moans.

Satoru's arms wrapped around her again. With her in his arms, he turned around in the lounge and set her down on one of the sofas shortly afterwards. She watched him as he frantically removed his trousers and boxer shorts and then stood over her again in just a few steps. He gently slid his hands up her legs before his fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them off. Then he pushed himself between her legs. He studied her for a moment as she lay beneath him. Her cheeks were positively glowing, her lips still swollen and her hair a little tousled. There was a hungry look in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if he should really do this. Whether he should tear down this last barrier. He could somehow justify everything so far and was even sure that Suguru would forgive him, but if he went any further now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But everything inside him was screaming for him to do it. That he should finally claim her as his. And he couldn't suppress this urge any longer. Not when she was lying beneath him like this. Her leg wrapped around his hip, she now tried to pull him closer to her. To finally have him where she had wanted him all along.

She watched as he gripped his member tightly and thrust into his fist a few times. Completely subconsciously, her tongue slid over her lip as she watched a few drops emerge from his reddened tip and shimmer on his fingers in the soft light of the lounge. 

Then she felt him. He rubbed his thick tip lightly over her labia, letting it slide between them before finding his way to her clit and gently tapping it a few times. He could see that she was getting impatient. Her hips had started to move slightly again, as if she was finally trying to force him inside her. And sure enough, his tip slid easily to her entrance, pressing lightly into her as she pushed her hips towards him.

"Fuck baby," he gasped, "patience really isn't your strong suit."

Without giving her the chance to say anything back, he penetrated her. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into her, watching as her face first relaxed from a slightly pained expression and gave way to complete pleasure. As Satoru slowly found a rhythm for himself, her other leg also wrapped around his hip, helping her to push herself against each of his thrusts.

It became longer and longer, harder and harder. Made sure that she could no longer suppress the noises that were gathering inside her and gave them free rein. She greedily pulled him down to her so that his lips finally met hers again. His thrusts are not but quick, but each one hits that one spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Satoru pulled out of the kiss, only to lower himself instead and pull the soft skin of her breasts between his lips. Instantly, he began to suck on her skin. He didn't release the skin until he was satisfied with the bluish-purple color that stood out clearly against your skin. His mouth didn't seem to leave a single spot of her skin untouched until her entire neck and chest area was covered in his marks.

"Shit `Toru," she gasped as she tried to get any meaningful words out at all, while nothing but satisfied moans left her lips otherwise. "Faster. Please, just a little faster."

The typical confident grin reappeared on his face and she couldn't stop her breath from catching for a moment when she saw him like that. His hair, which was usually always neatly coiffed, was disheveled and hung partly in his eyes. His eyes, which were totally covered in lust, his pupils so large that there was hardly any of the beautiful blue left.

He breathed a quick kiss on her lips and while she braced herself for her next orgasm, he paused completely. Her moans echoed throughout the room. He had made her feel so good and for him to rip it away from her so suddenly now seemed almost unforgivable.

"Please, Satoru. Don't stop, please." She didn't care that she was begging him. Her legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, tried to pull him even closer.

Satoru grinned at her as he leaned down towards her. His lips brushed hers lightly. "How could I say no when you beg me so well baby?"

In the next moment, he had disengaged her legs from his waist. Instead, he forced them to tighten so they were wedged between their two bodies and her feet dangled over his shoulders. Then he thrust deep inside her. As she groaned, he began to thrust into her again. Faster this time. She didn't have the chance to brace herself and so she had no choice but to cling to him and accept every thrust.

He didn't stop with his rhythm and she was almost certain that it wouldn't take much to leave bruises.

She was about to come again and knew she would have to tell Satoru. But she couldn't do it. Not with the way he was fucking her senseless right now. Still, he seemed to know. And the way he rubbed his nose along her jaw and waited up to her ear, murmuring a soft "Let go baby," it didn't take much for her orgasm to overtake her again.

And as Satoru watched her mouth open in a silent scream, her body shaking and pushing up from the seat of the sofa, he enjoyed the way her walls clutched him. He continued to thrust into her until she slowly came down from her high and her body twitched slightly from the overstimulation. Then he withdrew until he was standing in front of the sofa again. She looked at him with some irritation, but before she had the chance to ask him what was going on, he pulled her up.

His lips found their way onto hers and she was only too happy to return the gentle pressure. She felt his fingers move down her body until they landed on her hips again. His body pressed against hers and she felt him slowly driving her forward. He slowly detached himself from her and looked at her for a moment. For a moment, she could see the smile that crept onto his face, then he turned her around with a jerk and pressed her against the glass front. The cold glass was a stark contrast to her heated skin. She felt goose bumps invade her body and arched her back to minimize contact with the glass. As a result, she pushed her bottom towards Satoru and he didn't take up the invitation. She felt him position himself behind her. He easily managed to sink himself back into her in just one move and then didn't give her any time to get used to it. Instead, he immediately set a relentless rhythm. His left hand was still holding her hip, helping him to stabilize her. His right hand, on the other hand, traveled up her waist in light touches, up the valley between her breasts until it found its place at her neck. He pulled her back until her head landed on his shoulder and couldn't help but grin when he noticed the look on her face. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open and he could see a little saliva running out of the corner of her mouth. In any other situation, he would have teased her about it, but in this particular situation, he couldn't stop it from making him incredibly aroused. As a result, his grip tightened slightly. A moan escaped her and he felt her walls flutter and clutch him tightly.

"Shit baby, didn't think that would turn you on like that," he whispered in her ear before he began to nibble lightly on the skin of her neck.

Her panting breath made the glass fog up, but they could still look down on the dancing crowd. Her fingers curled into his hand around her neck, trying to somehow stabilize herself with his almost brutal thrusts and glad for his hand on her hip. She didn't know if she would be able to stay on her feet on her own.

"Tell me how it feels," he murmured in her ear, then let his tongue glide lightly over the shell of her ear. He felt the shudder that ran through her whole body. It took her a moment to even construct a usable sentence, but after a few attempts she succeeded: "Feels so incredibly good `Toru." Her eyes closed again as another breathless moan escaped her lips. "Feels like I'm about to come."

"Then let go baby."

His face buried itself in her neck, pressing her even further against the glass. She felt her breasts slide across the smooth surface as Satoru thrust into her relentlessly, fixated on making her come once more. She turned her head, trying to get him in her field of vision and then sought out her lips. He did her a favor, pressing his lips greedily against hers. She thrust her hips passionately against his, chasing towards her orgasm and he was only too willing to give his all.

Satoru lowered his head again a little and bit her shoulder, trying to sink himself even deeper into her than he already was as he pulled her hips back against his body in rhythm with his thrusts. Her name fell from his lips in an unbroken string of soft moans, vibrating through her body.

The same euphoric feeling invaded her body again, intensifying the pressure inside her body as Satoru now removed his hand from her neck and braced himself against the glass front.

She couldn't stop the call of his name as she felt the knot inside her finally burst. Her thoughts vanished into thin air and she couldn't help but stare down into the crowd of dancing people. Satoru's movements became even faster, filling her completely with every thrust. The tip of his member rubbed her G-spot repeatedly and effortlessly with each thrust, never failing to drive her over the edge.

A sound previously unknown to her escaped her lungs as Satoru continued to push against her body, his member throbbing incessantly inside her. She heard him panting close to her ear, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he was ready. And the next words were out before she could hold them back: "Come for me, Satoru, please." Desperation dominated her plea, barely audible through the constant sound of skin on skin.

"Please, I want you to pump me full. I want to feel it leaking out of me and..."

"Shit!" Satoru interrupted her plea. He felt everything inside him tighten. He had the feeling of being overrun by an avalanche. And shortly afterwards, she felt him splash her insides with white. Her name escaped him in a scream, his head fell into his neck. He thrust into her a few last times and they both felt some of him running down her leg and dripping onto the floor.

Satoru carefully pulled her back with him and helped her to take a seat on one of the sofas. And while she was still trying to calm her breathing, she watched him step behind the bar and look for something there. A short time later, he was back with her, knelt down next to the sofa and then carefully began to remove her mixed liquids. As he carefully rubbed her body with the napkin, he could see her eyes slowly but surely closing.

As quickly as he could, he straightened both her and his clothes, then picked her up in his arms and disappeared with her through the side door of the club. He carefully maneuvered her into the cab and then into her bed at the university before carefully sliding in next to her.

And while she slumbered peacefully next to him, he let his thoughts drift.

He knew that he had gone too far this time. He knew that he had taken advantage of the fact that she had drunk so much and trusted him. He also knew that he had probably destroyed at least one friendship and one relationship. He knew that Y/N would probably forgive him, but he didn't think Suguru would forgive him. But how was he supposed to say no. How could he have given up finally having her for himself and tasting her. And he would do it again. He had not yet tasted her fully.

Better Boyfriend

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been in love with you for years. The only thing preventing her from being with you is your toxic boyfriend, but she knows she can treat you better.

Word Count: 1,477

TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse

Stark!Reader

Second Person POV:

Arguments between couples are normal, but these were far from the normal couple arguments. He would get mad when food wasn't cooked for him, when you stayed out too late, and especially when you didn't tell him every detail of where you were going.

This would result in verbal and even physical abuse from him. Whether it was calling you lazy, or pulling your hair and slapping you across the face, he would turn around 30 minutes later and tell you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. And you found ways to believe and forgive him because you thought you loved him too.

Your dad, Tony Stark, was skeptical about Hayden. He knew that something was off because you're his daughter and he pays attention to your body language and facial expressions whenever you're around Hayden. But he didn't know the extent of what was happening, so he kept it to himself.

You weren't technically an avenger like your dad, but the team considered you one because you were an inventor like he was, so you spent a lot of time at the compound making contraptions and technology that could benefit the team during missions.

During the time you spent at the compound, you've grown close with the whole team. Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve being uncle-figures to you. While Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and Yelena were your best friends. They all thought of you like family and they loved you so much.

Which is why you were currently sitting in the living room, participating in game night with the team to celebrate Kate's first mission as an official avenger.

Your POV:

"Oh come on that's not allowed!" Thor yelled as Peter just 'won' the game.

"You're just jealous that you lost so you don't get to choose the movie for the next movie night." Peter bragged as he relaxed back into the couch with his hands folded behind his head, feeling accomplished.

"We're not jealous, we just don't wanna watch another Star Wars movie for fourth time this month." Kate said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah no I swear we've seen like every single one at this point." I agreed as everyone laughed.

My phone then started to blow up with notifications as their conversation about Star Wars continued. I flipped my phone over to look at the screen to see who was texting me. It was Hayden.

"Where the hell are you?!"

"You didn't tell me you left Y/N."

"I want you home right fucking now. I did not say that you could leave."

Were only some of the messages he was sending me. I clicked my phone off and turned it back over, trying to ignore the dings hoping that he would eventually stop.

"Wow sounds like someone really wants to talk to you." Wanda said from next to me.

I just gave her a quick small smile and looked down as the notifications kept coming.

"Are you gonna answer them?" she asked.

"I will later, it's probably just one of my friends. They'll be fine." I told her hoping that she'll just let it go.

That was until my phone started ringing, indicating an incoming call. I knew at that point, there was no letting this go. I picked up my phone and walked into a different room as I answered the call from Hayden.

Wanda's POV:

I could see Y/N's face visibly drop when her phone started ringing. She even looked a little nervous as she got up and left the room.

"Hey Nat have you noticed how odd Y/N's been acting recently?" I asked her as she was sitting beside me.

I knew that Natasha liked Y/N more than friend. She has ever since they met almost 4 years ago. So she was heartbroken when Y/N introduced us to her boyfriend. There were times when Natasha would sit in my room late at night ranting to me about her love for her and I would just listen.

"Have I noticed? How has it taken you this long for you to notice?" she responded.

"I mean I've noticed it before, but I thought it was just me. This is the first time I've brought it up to someone." I told her.

"Almost a month after she started dating that douchebag of hers is when it started." she said with certainty.

I'm not surprised that she knows that because for one, she's a former spy. And two, she's been in love with that girl for 4 years, so she pays a lot of attention to her.

"Do you think if we asked her about it she would talk to us?" I asked her.

"Probably not. If it really does have something to do with Hayden, then she won't want to bring us into it." she said and I nodded understandingly.

Just as she finished her sentence, Y/N came back into the room and started reaching for her shoes to put on. Both Natasha and I could tell she was crying even thought she was looking down and trying to wipe the tears away.

"Y/N are you okay? What happened?" Natasha quietly asked her so she didn't draw any attention to us.

She looked at us as she wiped her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just have to go. Hayden wants me home." she said.

Nat and I looked at each other knowing that there's more to the story.

"Actually can we talk to you real quick, before you go." I asked her trying to get her to stay and talk to us about what she's going through.

"Guys I really-" she started but Natasha interrupted her.

"Y/N, please." she pleaded.

She looked down at her phone before looking back up at us, nodding her head.

We all stood up and walked into kitchen. Nat placed a comforting hand on Y/N's back, leading the way.

We sat her down in a chair and thought about how to we should approach this for a few seconds.

"Is everything okay. You know, with you and Hayden." Natasha asked her.

"Yeah everything's great." she quietly said with a small smile that we both knew was fake.

"We only ask because we've noticed you've been acting off recently." I added.

"Really guys I-I'm fine. Can I go now. I really need to get home." her voice was wavering and we could tell she was nervous.

"Y/N if you need help you can tell us. Whatever it is we'll help you." I said.

"I don't need help, I need to leave before-" she started, but interrupted herself.

"Before what?" I asked, but she stayed silent like she was trying to come to with something to say, but couldn't.

"Y/N is Hayden hurting you." Natasha asked, tired of beating around the bush and seeing Y/N so unlike herself.

"What?! No, no he would never. I-I mean sure he gets mad sometimes a-and we argue b-but-" she stopped and looked at us knowing that we weren't buying any of it.

"That's a ton of bullshit. I know he hurts you. Y/N, every time you're around him when you're with us you look just flat out scared. And this makeup-" she started as she leaned forward and wiped her thumb under Y/N's eye, smearing the makeup and partially revealing a bruise under her eye.

"I know you might have hid it well from some people but I care about you Y/N, okay. I notice when something wrong and there was no hiding that from me." she told her softly as her voice started to shake like she was about to cry from seeing the girl she loves like this.

Y/N was at a loss for words. We knew she was scared, but we could only help her if she let us.

"Let us help you, let me help you." Natasha pleaded to her.

"I'm fine and I can help myself." she said, holding back tears as she got up to grab her bag and tried to walk out of the door, but Natasha stopped her before she could.

"Y/N wait-" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's arm which made her flinch.

"I- Y/N...You know I would never do that to you-" Natasha told her, speechless yet softly.

"I'm sorry." Y/N said as she turned around to open the door and leave, leaving Nat standing there in shock.

Part 2 coming soon...

I still really want to see a story-driven game that would incorporate language learning into the game mechanic. Starting with singular words and simple sentences, Duolingo-style, with all kinds of minigames where the goal is to either construct a sentence, understand instructions, being able to recall the correct words at the right time, but it's set into a story that you play through.

This could be a whole genre of games, with different locations based on what language you're learning, but the basic format would be pretty similar each time. Your character has been dropped in the middle of a completely new place where they don't speak the language at all, you meet characters who quickly realise that you don't have a way to mutually communicate, and start teaching you as you tag along to whatever they are doing.

There would definitely be a learning curve, but as the characters understand that you don't understand, they start with simple sentences. "My name is Aila. This is my daughter. My daughter's name is Lena. What is your name?", and once you've figured out the very basics, they progressively get more advanced.

Naturally it wouldn't be only grammar tests and vocabulary quizzes, there would definitely be more tasks and more standard game puzzles in it as well, but the instructions you are given are also in the target language. The whole point of having a plot is being immersive, and weaving the learning into the game.

Like the party you are travelling with needs you to get inside a house to fetch a specific item, and you are told - in the target language - what to do, where, and when. "Go in through the second window on the back. The book is in the living room, on the table. There is a dog, do not wake it up." And whether you accomplish the mission is about equally about the challenge of the mission itself, as how well you understand and remember the instructions.

Maybe also quick time events, when you're supposed to say something correctly within a very limited time range, and the fate of your party depends on whether you can quickly pick the right dialogue option. A car is coming and you've got 30 seconds to pick a word or sentence from 3 options, if you well " a car is coming!" they'll have more time to act than if you choose "look out!" and if you either do nothing or choose the completely wrong one and yell "monday!", you lost.

Every once in a while you also overhear dialogue (considering the added difficulty of hearing comprehension, I think the game would need to be largely text-based, or at least have subtitles) or find letters/notes/etc that you don't understand at all, which can work as foreshadowing or worldbuilding - understanding anything out of these wouldn't be vital to progressing the game, but trying to deduce some their meaning on a hunch is rewarded in some way, as an added bonus or easter egg.

Very early on in the game you get the dialogue option of asking "what does _____ mean?", and the characters try to explain it to you, point at it in the environment, or use a notepad to draw what the word means. Every character explains the same word slightly differently, so you can ask every single member of the party the same question if you don't understand the first one.

As the story progresses and the language gets more complicated, you may also notice that different characters have a varied amount of knowledge about the same things, and give a different amount of detail about the same things - if you ask one of them what [word] means, one of them says "it's a gun", while another one will tell you that it's a specific kind of shotgun, and draw you a picture of two shotguns, circling the one that is the specific type.

Considering the nature of language learning, the genre of the game would definitely be mystery - as you start to understand more and more of the language, you also start to pierce together the answers of your own story. Where are you, and how did you end up there? Who even are these people, and what are they trying to do? What are they trying to achieve with these tasks you have been helping them with, and why are they helping you in the first place?

A game like this would definitely have the risk of becoming mentally draining, so there would need to be a lot of in-between breather parts, the option to regularly go explore, craft and do stuff that requires no boring grammar tasks or word memorisation, but which still includes little things in it that keep the learning process fun and rewarding.

Like hey, while exploring this place you found a tin box with two words written on it and a picture of a lemon. You don't know the other word but you know the other one is "tea". You correctly deduce that this is lemon tea. You bring it to the character who mentioned liking tea, and she is delighted. Your friendship meter goes up.

could i have some angsty/comfort-ish headcanons about a gn reader who doesn’t feel like they deserve praise or affection, and tfp ratchet, knockout + breakdown (poly, if that’s okay), and starscream comforting them?

[ human!reader post includes: TFP Ratchet, Knockout+Breakdown, and Starscream

hii thanks for the request. this might be OOC and a little...idk, I'm not that good with emotions so I generally went with some things that might fit them, hopefully

TFP Ratchet

He's not a bot that's usually too affectionate, so when you express the way you're feeling he may think it's because of him. Very much in disbelief though, how can you feel unworthy of something you very much deserve?

Either way, he understands you need support when you have those moments of self-doubt

Really encourages you to talk about it if you want to, despite his gruff attitude on the exterior, with you, he patiently listens and tries to help you see your strengths and accomplishments

I mean come on, you're unlike anyone he's ever met and his favorite human + his significant other!!

Will pause anything he was doing to spend more time with you and give you the support you need. Preferably holding you near his chest, close to his spark or near his face. Generally lets you just curl up next to him

His reassuring isn't super lovey dovey but it's genuine

TFP Knockout + Breakdown

You get showered in compliments as soon as you're feeling down

Knockout is more direct and might scoff, don't be silly darling?? You're wonderful and both Breakdown and I love you,,

Breakdown agrees and gently picks you up to emphasize their point. He says you're stuck with the both of them and he wouldn't have it any other way

I feel like both of their love languages are pretty much physical affection, whether it's smothering you in robot hugs or simply vibing with you on their shoulder. To hear that you think you don't deserve it, they're in disbelief

Knockout is the busier one, constantly repairing bots in the medbay and such. Breakdown gets sent on missions too, however, they both make time out of their day to spend it with you. Not that they didn't, but they pay extra attention to their actions and make sure you're happy and secure. Insists that they'll do this for you ANYTIME!!

if someone on the Nemesis is making you feel this way, Knockout will make sure they don't wake up from their next appointment will keep you a safe distance away from them with the help of Breakdown

TFP Starscream

Not the most empathetic but he definitely gets how you feel. He probably feels the same way tbh. These are the few times where he actually acts sincere, or at least as much as he can

If you bring it up to him, he'll stay quiet and listen. Honestly, he understands how vulnerable this moment can be and will keep his comments to himself

Insists how you've not only earned his respect, but he's literally in love with you and that means so much already (he actually thinks you're great, brave and so kind to him...pls he thinks does not deserve you)

"You.. deserve all the affection I give you. And I'll make sure you get it, whether you think you deserve it or not." (he does that little awkward smile he did with knockout in that one episode idk)

Certainly isn't the most...graceful with his words but can occasionally say something genuinely sweet ^

Depending on how long you've been together, his physical affection may seem a little awkward or either very intimate. He's either barely figuring out how to hold you close or holds you up to his faceplates, servos carefully shielding you from falling somehow.

Personally he knows these things take time to get over so he reminds you that you're loved and appreciated..in his own ways

Also if these emotions/thoughts stem from someone else's faults...the revenge has already been plotted and is currently in progress

Had a dream I was watching season 3 of Rottmnt, it was so vivid and now I’m sad that it isn’t real. So I’m writing some highlights from the dream before I forget.

Draxum and Casey focused episodes on what they were doing during the movie. There were really cool action sequences with original music and everything. It was so cool. There was one scene where the screen divided in half to show both battles.

Music during action scenes. There was a lot of it. I suspect it might have been because I watching Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur before going to sleep tho.

An episode premise: April finally had a good stable job. She was going steady for a whole 2 weeks setting a new record. The turtles got a little suspicious since April can never keep a job for long. Cue investigation, it turns out the job is a front. A front for a cult. April accidentally joined a cult. By the end of the episode April accidentally destroyed the cult in the same way she usually ends up losing her jobs. Alas the curse of April losing her job was too strong.

Another Episode Premise: Splinter and Draxum go undercover for an intel mission at a fancy club. The cover story being that they’re two friends who are trying to reconnect. They’re kinda bad at it since both argue like a married couple. This actually works in their favor tho as the person they’re trying to spy on to get info on is a huge romantic who is super invested in trying to get the two to “reconnect”. Both are forced by the turtles to play along for the sake of the mission. By the end of the episode Draxum and Splinter have performed a proposal, a wedding, a divorce, another re proposal, alongside with a remarriage, but not another divorce because they have to book it away because the turtles got captured. Which meant by the end of the episode Draxum and Splinter were still married.

Over Arching Story: Bishop was hunting down the remaining Foot Clan members. Which included trying to find former Foot Clan members for any information. Of course leading Bishop to Casey. Casey sends him on a wild goose chase as she goes on her own mission to find her former bosses. Being the B plot for a lot of the episodes. In one instance she teams up with Piebald in a gambling ring to win some info.

Running Gag: Casey Jr tries going into the dating world but has trouble since most people who are his age now, were adults during the apocalypse. So if he does find someone to date who he doesn’t recognize they usually end up being some form of “not real”. Highlight examples being: an alien who assumed a human persona to lure specimen to experiment on their ship, a demon with similar motives to the alien except it wanted to eat Casey Jr’s soul, an ai made by Bishop made to find potential Foot Clan members. What was funny was how obvious a lot of them were, like the alien wore a “I believe” shirt but with sharpie added “don’t”, changing it to “I don’t believe” (real master of disguise right here). The demon’s “flirting” was something along the lines of “if souls were edible and had taste, I bet yours would be a delicious meal that would amplify my demonic powers. If I had demonic powers, which I don’t because I’m a perfectly normal human. But in the hypothetical where I do-”. The ai when asked it’s favorite hobby responded with “breathing and being human”.

Bishop had an entire episode where he beat up different clans in his attempt to find the Foot Clan. Making some leave their old clans to join Bishop since he bested them in battle. But Bishop didn’t want a bunch of ninja (idk why not, that sounds incredibly useful) so he sent them on a wild goose chase but every time he did they came back having accomplished the goal. (Again I don’t understand why he kept acting like they were an annoyance when they were getting him things like THE GOD DAMN ELIXER OF EVERLASTING LIFE)

That’s all I have the energy to write. If I remember anything worth adding I will but I think these were all the highlights.