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tiredfox64 · 14 days

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May i make a request? So pretty much fem reader is a a kill for hire, (with morals) no innocents etc) and liu kang sand either bi han kuai and smoke, or kung lao and raiden, to recruit her, they watch,as she asks all bubbly and sweet to lure in her tagret only to kill them easily, posion or something?. They ofc fall in love XD

She Would Hurt A Fly

Prior notes: You not one of my opps trying to convict me of something, right? FBI already trying to get me after my constant research on Datura. Don’t put me in jail for making a murder scene 👁️👁️.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Violence but you will learn something about pigs.

“You want us to fetch…her?” Bi-Han asked with uncertainty.

All the brothers looked down at a picture of you that was given to them by Liu Kang. No offense but you seem like some ordinary person. But according to Liu Kang you are a tricky woman who is a fierce killer. That can’t be right.

“She looks so sweet though.” Tomas said.

“Do not judge, lest ye be judged.” Liu Kang replied.

“You said she was an assassin that can be hired? If you have the Lin Kuei at your side, why would you need someone else like her that you have to pay for?” Kuai Liang had a point.

“Though true that I have your clan by my side, she can do something none of you were trained to do. I don’t question the Lin Kuei’s abilities but I need someone with her unique expertise.”

Liu Kang’s words only fueled their curiosity even more. Bi-Han was somewhat upset with the god for thinking that he needs someone else other than his clan. But if his words are true he wants to see it for himself. So they’ll accept this quest to get you. They won’t act immediately however. They need to see if you are truly needed. What can you do that is so different?

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Target acquired. Your target: a lowlife scum who is somehow let free after committing his heinous crime. People talk, and they all think he somehow paid the judge for his freedom. Some even think he had the justice system by the balls way earlier than when he committed the crime. And you were hired to kill him in any way you see fit. You would have done this job for free but your clients insisted that you deserve the pay. Work your magic girl! You have an audience with you now that you don’t even know about.

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas hide in the bushes and behind trees to keep an eye on you. It looked they were just stalking a poor woman who was having some car problems in front of her farm home. You could have fooled anyone.

“Should we help her?” Tomas asked.

“Do we look like mechanics, Tomas? Do us a favor and keep your mouth shut.” Bi-Han berated him.

“Settle down, brother. You are only irritated because she has not done anything yet. How about we approach her now and-“ Kuai Liang was cut off when he heard you yell out to someone. All their heads turned to see what you were going on about. Time for action.

You were waving over your target and started asking for help. You acted like a clueless damsel in distress. A poor woman who can’t get her truck to start working.

“Please sir, I need your help. My car is acting all strange. Please sir, I’d really appreciate it.” You gave him your sweetest voice while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Who could say no to a face like yours. He accepted which made you jump for joy and clap your hands. That wasn’t fake you were just happy that he accepted in the first place, already making the job go smoothly. Your target had no idea what he was walking into. Hell, he even thought the same thing that you were making this too easy for him. It would be him who will fall victim to you.

You kept your act going. You asked dumb questions about the car and acted all sweet when he corrected you about something. Yet you were only pissing Bi-Han off even more. He wanted to yell at you to do something else. Kill him already. The brothers were all missing the point that this was how you do your. The fact is you lure your targets in. Give them a false sense of security before striking them down. They only know how to sneak up and strike when the opportunity opens up. You just have more patience than them. They don’t have to wait any longer because now you are striking.

You offered to get the man a drink for being so kind to you. He accepted of course. You were quick with getting him a cup and you passed it to him. He looked at you strangely as he looked down into the cup with blue liquid inside of it. He asked you what was inside. You reassured him it was just Calypso lemonade, nothing bad. Well, he trusted you. You built his trust up before, why would a sweet and bubbly lady like you mess with a man’s drink?

He gulped it down quickly and immediately he started reacting. The brothers turned their full attention onto him. Alright, so maybe you weren’t so truthful. Maybe you put in some drain cleaner that was a similar color to the lemonade. Maybe, just maybe. They watched him stubble away from you while holding his throat.

“What’s happening? Did she do something?” Tomas asked, convinced he blinked and missed what you did.

“I don’t know. He just started coughing.” Kuai Liang might not know but Bi-Han suspected there was something else they weren’t thinking of.

Of course you won’t stab a man in broad daylight. You’re a professional. And then it clicked.

“Poison”

“What was that?” Both brothers asked Bi-Han.

“She has clearly poisoned him. The fool was too stupid to realize she was luring him in.” Bi-Han wants to act like he wasn’t doubting you just a few moments ago.

“I’m a no-rust-build-up woman, myself.” You declared to the guy as you watched him crawl away from you, still keeping up that sweet voice.

And just like that he was gone. No blood left over or screams to already anyone else. A quick yet painful death for him and a job well done. Now to dispose of the body.

You left quite an impression on the boys. Kuai Liang finds your tactic to be effective. You fooled them all and he find that incredible. Tomas thinks you would be amazing as a huntress. You have the patience and the sneakiness to be one. He wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two from you. And Bi-Han…what the fuck is he doing.

“Brother, are you…smiling?” Kuai Liang looks confused and Tomas seems horrified.

Bi-Han doesn’t say a word, only hums in response. He’s smiling as he watches you drag the body over the pig pen. This isn’t like a smile one does when they are day dreaming about their crush. No, this is a smile that says he likes you but not in the right ways. A closed-mouth smile that shows no warmth but a devilish desire.

You are a deceitful woman who has tricked all. You trap your victims by giving them a false sense of security. You leave no evidence and do it silently so no one would know. You are leaving that man’s family clueless of his demise. You are wicked and he likes that a lot.

Again he’s not alone in that. Tomas would like to get close to you just to learn your tricks as well. Maybe see if that persona is actually you or just some trick. Either way he wants to get to know you. Kuai Liang is awed by intellect and you have sure shown that by your well constructed plan. He can see why you are even worthy of hiring. You do it so effortlessly it makes your beauty pop out more. We got some bachelors over here.

“Should we go up to her now and tell her Lord Liu Kang’s proposal?” Tomas stepped in front of Bi-Han when asking that question. The only response he got was Bi-Han’s hand in his face, pushing him away so Bi-Han could keep looking at you.

They’ll wait this out a bit. At least it will give you enough time to dump the body into the pig pen and feed your poor, hungry pigs. They can stomach it.

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You were brought before Lord Liu Kang who told you he would like to have you around. It was a big shock to you. A god wants to hire you? Slap that on your resume immediately.

You accepted the offer quickly. You thanking him for seeing that you are a good person at heart and only try to kill those who deserve such a fate. An antihero if you will. And hey, you have the chance to meet some new people now. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas seem to be really interested in getting to know you.

Liu Kang was very suspicious of their intentions though. Mostly Bi-Han since he still had that devilish smirk on his face as he stared at you. He hasn’t even talked he just keeps giving off that low hum. Something is off. Maybe he won’t have you train with the Lin Kuei.

“Perhaps I shall send you to the Wu Shi Academy. They might be a better fit for you.” Liu Kang said in perfect earshot of the brothers.

A collective ‘no’ rang out from them which told you and him everything. They like you, they like your skills. They just won’t have any drink you give them. Especially not a Calypso.

After notes: Heathers is free on YouTube. It’s really important you know that. Might give a hint on how I thought of this. Might also be craving a Calypso badly. That Southern Peach gets me.

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kiwisbell · 8 months

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Whiskey Sour

chapter four: between the sheets

Reuniting with your estranged father while you finish college in Austin has unintended consequences. His best friend, for one.

series masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

series tags and warnings: dbf!joel being extremely criminally attractive, big ol' age gap (40s/early 20s), unprotected piv (do not follow the leader), creampie, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m and f receiving), dry humping, spitting, biting, joel miller is a MUNCH, very appropriate use of a showerhead, consensual somnophilia, yoga, heavy emphasis on payphones, daddy issues, family reunions, angst, dead mom, grief and mourning, father/daughter relationship, bartending, reader is a woman in STEM (author is not), being a student in university deserves a warning probably, attempted drugging (roofies), college boys suck, possessive sex, possessive joel, protective joel, obligatory warning for joel's salt-and-pepper hair, masturbation, wet dreams, no outbreak AU, hurt/comfort, healing, no sarah or ellie, stargazing, face-sitting, pining/yearning, happy ending

word count: ~ 7.7k

a/n: let the fucking commence!

chapter 4: between the sheets

Joel's birthday.

Your car is still in the shop by Monday—Joel’s birthday—so you’ll be sleeping at your dad’s place.

And so will Joel.

“Is this what you guys usually do for birthdays?” you ask, looking up from your studying toward your dad, who's stocking the cooler with beer. “Drink, eat, and watch TV until you rot or pass out?”

“Any better ideas?”

You roll your eyes. “Guess not.”

He opens the fridge. “Are you sure I can’t have a piece of—”

“Do. Not. Eat that cake,” you warn without looking up from your textbook.

“Jesus. Bossy.”

“That’s Joel’s cake, Dad.” You look at him over the couch and grin. “Once he gets the first piece, you can pig out.”

“I didn't say pig out,” he mumbles.

There's a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” you offer, jumping upright and knocking your textbook off your lap.

“Did you have an extra shot of espresso in your coffee this morning?” calls your father from the kitchen, but you're already in the foyer, opening the door for Joel.

He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a grey T-shirt, as usual, but wears them so nicely it's almost as exciting as a new outfit altogether. You opted for one of your sundresses, white and printed with daisies. “Hi,” you say, sounding more out-of-breath than you feel. “Happy birthday, Joel.”

Fuck, this dress. Is he supposed to sit right next to you all night without reaching his hands under that flowy little skirt? It’s his goddamn birthday—he should be able to do whatever he wants to with whatever you offer him. But Mike’s here, in between the two of you, forever. So, all he can do is kiss the top of your head and whisper, “Thank you, baby.”

You beam up at him, and he’s not going to last the night when you look like this, dress like this. “You’ll love the cake,” you tell him, ushering him into the kitchen.

“Happy birthday, you old asshole.” Mike pulls him into a hug and slaps him on the back.

Joel chuckles. “Real nice, man.”

“Don't mind my kid.” He jerks his head in your direction, where you've settled yourself on the couch again, surrounded and engulfed by textbooks and notebooks. “She doesn't know how to relax.”

“I know how to relax,” you say, nose still buried in your work. Joel knows you do. He helped you relax just a few nights ago. “Unless you two want to write this test for me, I’ll be multitasking tonight.”

Joel and Mike crack open a bottle each of Sam Adams and clink them together. “To gettin’ old,” says Mike.

I’m the one who sat your daughter on my lap and made her come all over me. Can a young, stupid kid do that? Joel just grins, feeling a little bit of primordial pride. “To friends who should learn to shut the fuck up.”

They drink at the same time, and you hold up a glass of water from your spot on the couch in cheers. “To being around long enough to remember when the Colosseum was built.”

Oh, you think you’re real fuckin’ funny. He’s got half a mind to drag you upstairs and stuff your mouth with his cock just to make you remember how good he makes you feel. Maybe it’ll fix that attitude; maybe it’ll just quiet you down for a bit. Joel shares a look with Mike, who’s trying not to laugh. “She said it.”

Mike sits in the chair next to the television before Joel can subtly usher him into the seat next to yours. He sets his jaw, lowering himself next to you, the corner of a textbook briefly jabbing him in the ass. If he looks long enough, he will see that your skirt has slipped up your thighs and the barest sliver of your ass is visible from where he sits. He would not know, of course, because he isn't looking.

“Can we do gifts now?” you ask, biting your lip to hide your excitement. Joel’s heart squeezes at the thought of getting a present from you.

Arms around his neck. Layers of clothing between you. Your body rubbing up against him, taking what you want. Sweet moans that hang from the ceiling of his brain. Stalactites.

What more could you give him?

“I don't see why not,” says Mike. “But since best goes last, you should give your present first.”

You roll your eyes and set all your things on the table, leaning over the armrest to produce a giant gift bag brimming with blue tissue paper. Joel, of course, does not look at the shape of your ass in his face. “Blue’s your favourite colour,” you tell him.

It is. He doesn't even remember telling you. Joel takes out the tissue paper and pulls out the first item. It's a cowboy hat, tied with ribbon to a green plaid-patterned flannel.

He looks at your pretty, smiling face. “In case you want to go back to your roots,” you supply. “I could see how much you missed the farm you grew up on, and I think you'd look great in a cowboy hat.”

Joel’s throat is tightening. “Thank you,” he says hoarsely.

The next item makes him frown. It's bright pink and slightly squishy and—

“A yoga mat,” he says. Mike snorts, hiding it behind his beer bottle.

“It matches mine!” He recalls the mat in your bedroom the day he helped you unpack your things. The tight black pants moulded to your ass. Do you want him to do yoga with you? “I know you've got a bad back, and it really helps reduce pain. Plus, flexibility is always important.”

Joel wants to bend you over that goddamn armrest and leave bruises on your ass in the shape of his fingerprints. You're awfully fucking bold, making him picture you folded in half and sweating, right in front of your father. But it's thoughtful. It really is. You want to help take away his pain, as if you don’t do that with every second you're in the same room as him. “Might have to teach me,” he says.

“I’m a fantastic teacher, luckily for you.” You clap your hands together and tuck them under your chin, and he's falling, listing, into a place he cannot crawl out of. “Open the last one.”

It’s in an envelope—whatever it is. Joel gently tugs out the piece of paper inside and reads it. The lump in his throat has migrated to his eyes, prickling the nerves behind his nose. “You named a star after me?”

“Shit,” says Mike. “I should've gone first.”

“It’s official and everything,” you tell him. “NASA has this program. I thought it might be cool to look up and know one of them belongs to you.”

He’s getting fucking soft with age. Joel clears his throat, his fingers trembling a little as he puts everything safely back in the bag and meets your gaze. He wishes Mike weren't here. He wishes he could pull you up against him and show you exactly how fast his heart is racing. You know him. You're so kind, so thoughtful, so bright. He doesn't deserve to have these things, but Jesus, he needs you so badly it aches. He doesn't just want you. He likes you. He’s excited by you and he’s nervous around you.

How can he simply move beyond a feeling like this? He doesn't think it’s possible for a person to walk past you on the street and simply forget. You demand attention. You deserve it.

“Thank you,” he says, because there's nothing else to say. He's a man of action. He will show you his gratitude. But it will have to wait, and so will he.

Your eyes twinkle, and somehow he knows that you're thinking the same thing. “Happy birthday, Joel.”

Mike's gift to him is a new toolkit, since his current one is approximately as old as you, and a new nine iron, “since your back will be on the mend soon and you can hit the course with me again.”

You wrinkle your nose. “You’re such a guy, Dad.”

“Yeah?” He pulls you into him, attacking your head and your cheeks with a flurry of kisses as you squeal with laughter. “That'll show you, smartass.”

Joel cannot ruin this. But he finds he doesn't have many reservations about ruining you for every other man you'll ever meet. He’s going to be selfish with you tonight. It’s his birthday, after all.

The doorbell chimes its broken melody, and you open the door to find an unfamiliar man staring down at you with a crooked smile on his face. He has shoulder-length dark hair and brown eyes, and he's wearing a denim jacket, holding up a six-pack of the same beer Joel and your father are drinking.

“Well, hello,” he says. He's certainly Texan.

“Hi,” you return politely, though it sounds a bit like a question. “I’m sorry, I don't think we’ve…”

“Sorry, darlin’. Tommy Miller.” He’s quick to shake your hand, and your brows shoot up. Now you know why you recognise that smile of his.

You can't help but grin up at him. Good looks must run in the family. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tommy.”

“You must be Mike’s girl.” He clicks his tongue, giving you a quick once-over. His eyes glimmer with something you can almost call mischief. “I like your dress.”

You lift your brows. “I like your double denim. Very with the times.”

“Tommy, stop harassing her,” says your father from behind you. “Good to see you, man.”

He and Tommy slap their palms together in a purely male handshake while you take the beer from him and hurry back to the kitchen. “Your brother’s here,” you tell Joel in a hushed voice. “Didn't tell me he was so handsome.”

He cocks his head to the side, leaning his hip on the counter. “Yeah? He tell you he liked your dress?”

“He did.”

“That's his favourite.” Joel steps closer to you and you have to tilt your chin up to see him better. “He once said that to a girl who was wearin’ pants.”

You let the laugh slip out before you can stop it. “He brought you beer.” You lift the case onto the counter. “He must be good for something.”

“Yeah.” A hand slips indecently between your thighs and two fingers snap the waistband of your panties (white and lacy, because you need to have a little fun). “Toyin’ around with what ain’t his,” he says gruffly.

You gasp, practically jumping back from him when your dad and Tommy enter the kitchen. If you look flushed or nervous, neither of them say a word. Joel hugs his brother. “Good of you to finally show up.”

“Jackass.” Tommy claps him hard on the back a couple times. “If I’d known such a pretty lady was here, I’d have dressed better.”

Your cheeks feel warm at his unabashed flirting. He’s not a lot younger than Joel, but he's certainly got the brashness of someone who is. Joel pulls him into a headlock while your father ruffles Tommy’s perfect hair. “If you flirt with my daughter, Miller, you’ll have to match your nice outfits to your bruises.”

Tommy laughs, wriggling out of the headlock and giving you a wink as he smooths his hair down. “I think I look good in black.”

Tommy’s always had a bark five times the size of his bite, but Joel isn't fond of the teasing. Sure, he knows it's only teasing, getting a rise out of his brother, but he doesn't like the way you blush for him. “All right, I’m calling in the food.” Mike picks up the receiver and points at Tommy. “Don’t think I don’t mean it, dickhead.”

Tommy lifts his hands in surrender and Joel shoves him in the side with an elbow for good measure. You sit back down with your pile of books, and the younger Miller lowers himself next to you, breaking your concentration with all his questioning and schmoozing.

Joel grits his teeth. If he can't get a fucking second alone with you tonight, he’ll burn up from the inside. He takes a swig of his beer to cool down as you politely entertain Tommy’s conversation. He’s sleeping in the guest room tonight because you offered to take the couch. It’s his birthday, you told Mike, and his back will thank him.

The rest of the party is pleasant. The guys eat wings while you pluck away at a caesar salad, refusing to get your hands dirty if you're touching your books all night. Tommy leaves around ten, and Joel and Mike are both somewhat drunk by the time midnight rolls around.

It’s two o’clock in the morning, no longer his birthday, when he sneaks downstairs. He feels mostly sober now, chugging back a glass of water at the sink. Mike’s been asleep for an hour or so, but you haven't. In fact, you're still working, sitting upright on the couch with the lamp on as you study. Joel’s stomach sinks. The salad from hours earlier is not even half-eaten. You’re yawning every minute, rubbing at your eyes as you attempt to finish your problem set.

You hear a noise from the kitchen and look up to find Joel standing, watching, at the counter. “Hi,” you say in a groggy voice.

“Oh, baby,” he says, meeting you at the couch and sitting next to you. His hand finds your thigh, at last, squeezing and kneading your flesh like he's wanted to do all night. It feels like victory: restraint paying off. It feels like his erratic heartbeat can finally settle. “You gotta sleep. This ain't healthy.”

“Chemistry doesn't sleep,” you say with a pout. He wants to nibble that pout right off your lips. Your eyes are lidded and reddish. “Looks like you don’t, either.”

Joel plucks the notebook out of your hands and sets it on the table. “Enough,” he says softly, his hand winding around your waist and resting on your lower back. He relishes the way your body melts, your shoulders sinking and your spine decompressing under his warm palm. “C’mere, baby.”

You go easily onto his lap, your dress bunching around your hips. His mere closeness raises goosebumps on your arms, your legs, his large hand caressing your right thigh. He was right; you're so fucking soft.

Your eyes blink sleepily at him, your fingers threading through his brown-silver locks. “I like your hair,” you whisper. “I like your eyes and your smile and your moustache.”

Joel’s hand finds the crease between your thigh and your hip. He rubs circles into your hip bone. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your thumb traces his mouth, your touch so reverent even in your half-asleep haze, and he will never have enough of you. “Would feel so good… between my legs.”

His cock is stirring in his pants again, warmed by your telltale heat. “You know how hard it was not to touch you today?” He keeps his voice quiet, knowing Mike’s snoring away upstairs, knowing you're both playing with fire. “This fuckin’ dress. You wanted to tease me?”

“I wanted…” You gasp when he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume. It swirls around his head and turns it fuzzy. You’re an aphrodisiac. “I wanted you to touch me. Just like this.”

He huffs into your throat, his strong nose guiding the path of his mouth. He cares little for caution when you smell the way you do— taste the way you do. His tongue darts out to place open-mouthed kisses up the veins in your throat, your pulse fluttering under his attention. You are the heady pull of closing eyes at dusk and the sweetness of dessert.

Your hips grind against his cock the more he kisses his way up your neck, your wet pussy soaking through your little white panties. You feel so much closer to him than the last time, his need thick and insistent against you. He reaches the spot below your ear, sucking at a spot that makes you clutch the back of his head and press him to you, your cunt slick with your arousal. He grunts into your skin, licking and nibbling your earlobe, marking your body as he sinks further into the senseless plane of desire and he forgets that he isn't supposed to be doing this.

“Joel,” you whisper, urging him back to look into his pitch-black eyes. “I want you to kiss me.”

No sane man can look into those sleep-soaked eyes and say no to you. He tips his chin up and presses his lips to yours. It's soft, gentle, and it feels like Rapture.

He cradles the back of your head and gently pries open your mouth for him to lick into, sliding his tongue along yours as your breathing shifts and little gasps pour like honey from your throat. This is what he needs. This is the line that will reel his soul back up from hell.

Your lips are soft and your skin burns for him. His hands become needier, bunching your dress higher up your hips so he can guide his fingers higher up your thighs, squeezing your ass and shifting to the juncture of your thighs. The white lace. He keeps your mouth against him as he toys with the waistband, feeling it give and slide under his touch.

Your sighs send blood surging down to his cock until there's nothing left in his brain. All he knows is finding a way to get more: drawing more of those noises from you, coaxing more pleasure out of your body, giving you so much of him that you’ll never want anyone else.

Joel groans softly into your mouth and breaks away to put his mouth to your jaw, your chin, taking a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back so he can have better access to your throat.

“Oh, my—” Your eyes flutter shut when he licks a stripe up your throat, his beard scratching your skin deliciously, every mild touch electrifying your body.

He reaches your sternum, right above the neckline of this godforsaken dress, roughly tugging down the straps off your shoulders so he can finally— finally —see your pretty tits for himself. It isn't a dream this time. The dress pools around your waist, sitting on his lap in your father’s home, rocking your hips against his stiff cock and looking so fucking tired, so fucking beautiful, that he wants to sink right into you and become one. It’s the only way to cure this itch.

He can never be close enough.

“Joel.” Your fingers are still in his hair as he kisses all the way down your chest, a rough hand grasping your ribs and rubbing a thumb over your hard nipple. He’s taking his time exploring you, his hand secure around the base of your neck, the other adventuring across the planes and curves of you, indulging because he finally can. You let him, because it’s not his birthday anymore, but he’s been so patient. He's waited so long.

And fuck, it feels good. Every tweak of your nipples, every playful nibble and suck sends jolts of pleasure to your cunt, the only spot of you he hasn't yet admired. Joel’s mouth finds one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it before he sucks it into his mouth. “Fuck.” It's more of a squeak this time, less of a whisper, and he squeezes your ribcage as if to stop your lungs from expanding, as if to say, Quiet.

“That feels good,” you gasp, your head falling back, the back of your neck still warmed by the press of his palm. “Dreamed about this.”

You're waking up, though still a bit groggy, with everything he gives you. He kisses his way back to the hollow of your throat and looks up at you with those deep brown eyes, glimmering silver in the moonlight. “So have I,” he says.

“You don't sleep.”

“No,” he agrees. The hand at your neck slides down to your lower back, to your ass, where he presses you down onto him. The graze of his zipper against your clit makes stars burst behind your eyes. Joel cocks his head. “Why do you think I can’t sleep lately, hmm? It’s because you wake me up. You and your body.” Another roll of your hips makes you drop your forehead to his. He tucks your hair behind your ear. “Can’t fuckin’ sleep when you're all I'm thinkin’ about, now, can I?”

You bite your lip, but this time, he can do something about it. He nudges his nose against your cheek and fits his mouth to yours. He dreams about you. He thinks of you. He wants you.

“I don’t sleep much, either,” you tell him when he lets you up for air.

“I know,” he says softly. You hold onto his wrist when he cups your face. “Such a thinker. You gotta let yourself go, baby. Let yourself feel.”

“I…” His cock is so hard. It’s a strong, thick pressure against your thigh, catching on your clit with each drag of your hips. You won't come like this again; you need him to feel good. “I want you in my mouth.”

You can feel him twitch against you, his pulse hammering against your mouth as you suck on his pressure point. “Jesus.” His hands fly to your hips. “Baby, I… Goddamn, we can’t… can’t risk it.”

He's right, of course. It doesn't stop you from grinding down against him and nibbling his lobe. “But it's your birthday.”

“Not—fuck, not anymore.”

“I want you to feel good,” you whisper, your breath hot against his cheek.

“Jesus Christ.” He pulls you away, looking you hard in the eyes. “When I fuck you, baby, I want to hear you. I want to make you scream. I can’t do that here.” His mouth seeks yours, slow and sweet. “Lie down.”

Your eyes close on instinct when he kisses you, but your confusion lingers. “What…”

“Lie down, and go to sleep.” He kisses your forehead, and it feels like finality. “Tomorrow night, when you get off work, I’m comin’ to pick you up.”

You shift reluctantly off his lap, resting your head on the arm of the couch and spreading your legs slightly so he can get a look at the wet patch on your panties. Your tired eyes are doe-like in the darkness. “And?” you ask, trailing your foot up his thigh.

“And…” His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, shucking them down your legs and leaving you bare underneath. You watch him with black eyes and a heaving chest as he stuffs your panties in his pocket. “I want you to wear that black thong you've got. You know the one I’m talkin’ about?”

You swallow. He’s seen your underwear collection? “Yes,” you say breathlessly.

“I never thanked you,” he whispers, bringing his fingers to your soaking wet cunt and spreading your folds open, “properly. That was one hell of a birthday gift, baby.”

You can’t help but smile. “I want you to be happy.”

Two fingers slide languidly through your wetness, making you twitch. “I’m real happy,” he says, “when you're with me.”

He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Joel,” you whine, spreading your thighs wider, inviting him to touch you even though you know he can't. You know it's wrong.

“Tomorrow night.” He's tired of denying himself of you. He's tired of letting you go on thinking there isn't a soul in this world who's willing to fight for your affection. “Go to sleep.”

For good measure, he closes the textbook on the table and stands up, leaving you wet, wanting, and dreaming of the promise of tomorrow.

You’re quivering with anticipation when you hop up into the passenger’s seat in your little skirt and little black thong.

“Show me,” is how he greets you, his eyes sliding lazily toward you and taking in your whole body. His jaw ticks as you slip the hem of your skirt up above your hips and show him the scrap of lace tucked between your cheeks. Apparently satisfied, he pulls out of the parking lot and drives you to his home.

Inside, too impatient to bother flicking on the lights, he pushes you up against the front door and kisses you hard. His hands slide up your back as you wind your arms around his neck, your lips parting to welcome his tongue and feed your contented sighs into his mouth. Fuck, you're tense, your shoulders tight and your leg muscles strained from being on your feet all night. When his hands begin to wander, you have a feeling he knows exactly where you're hurting.

You whisper his name, passing it from your throat to his mouth, and you realise it's the first word either of you have spoken since you got in his truck tonight. He growls your name, not once letting you up for air as his hands feel up your arms, your spine, your ribs, the flare of your hips. He touches your body like it's marble, and kisses you like you're water: he could chip you away, and you could slip right through his fingers, but you're here, and he cups you so gently in his palm that the marble will not crack. The water will not drip.

All of the windows and doors are closed. All of the curtains are drawn, the lights off. But he wants you in his bedroom. He wants you where he knows the world will wait patiently outside a closed door and he’ll never have to worry about another soul seeing you the way he wants to see you tonight. He turns you around, backing you toward his room as you stumble to keep pace. All the while, his hands never leave your body, and his mouth never offers reprieve. His moustache and his beard scratch you, merciless, unrelenting.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Joel kisses you until your lips are swollen and your pupils are so wide they engulf your irises. He cradles your head in his hand, and you place your palm to his heart.

“You're wearing it,” you say with a grin. “The shirt I bought you.”

“Sorry I couldn't wear the hat.” Joel kisses his way from your cheek to your earlobe, nibbling slightly before he changes his trajectory downward.

“That's okay,” you sigh, holding him to you as he playfully bites your collarbone. “I want you naked, anyway.”

He chuckles into your neck. “You first.”

His hand finds your ass, squeezing roughly over your little skirt. “Teasin’ me,” he grunts, grabbing at the fabric, so blind with need that he can't think straight long enough to find the waistband. Instead, he’s pulling the skirt up and over your ass just to grab handfuls of your soft flesh. “Jesus, you're beautiful.”

“What did you do with them?” Your soft voice breaks in half when he snaps the band of your thong against your hip. “The panties you took.”

“You wanna know?” Joel finally yanks down your skirt, leaving you in your shirt and that pathetic black fabric barely covering your pussy. “I took out my cock and I jerked off into them. Came on your pretty white lace, thinkin’ about the way you looked last night.”

Your breathing stutters, your grip tightening around the collar of his flannel shirt. “Fuck. Take this off, please.”

So polite. So sweet. Joel clicks his tongue, backing you toward the bed. “Arms up,” he orders.

You obey so easily, letting him drag your shirt over your head. Joel unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, squeezing your tits in his rough hands and splaying his fingers over your ribcage. “I think about you,” he says lowly, “when I’m sleepin’. When I’m awake. When I’m supposed to be workin’. You have any idea how much company time you've lost me?”

You giggle, crowding him so you can press your lips to his throat. “You're your own boss. No such thing as company time.”

“Such a smart fuckin’ mouth.” He hooks his thumb in the band of your thong, his other hand grasping your chin. “You gonna be good and listen to me? Let me help you feel good?”

There's a change in your eyes. Pouring cold metal into a cast and watching it melt. Reshaping it into something soft, malleable, warm. “Yes, Joel.”

Fuck, if that doesn't send all of his blood soaring to his cock. Joel smiles down at you. “Take ‘em off, baby.”

You back away to give yourself enough room, looking right into his eyes as you make a show of sliding your thong down your legs, stepping out of it and lowering yourself onto the bed. He takes his eyes on a path over your stiff nipples, your pretty, glistening cunt on display for him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and it makes you push your chest forward with a bit of pride knowing he likes you like this.

“My beautiful girl.” He steps close to you, nudging your legs open so he can stand between them. You're naked for him. You're on his bed, wet and wanting for him. There is no compromise when it comes to you: he cannot let another man see you like this. A selfish man guards his treasures. A selfish man does not want, because he does not give away what he has.

You sit primly on the edge, peering up at him with a pleading look in your eye. “Let me undress you.” You pop open a button on his shirt. “Please, Joel.”

He likes the sound of your begging, so he nods, allowing you to indulge, your fingers slipping the shirt off his broad shoulders. “So handsome,” you muse, dispensing with the flannel and putting your lips to his chest, his soft stomach, the freckles on his body that you've never been so lucky to see until now. He’s beautiful. He is the sum of years you've never seen, the experience of a man who's made his way in the world with his strong, capable body. He is the only man you ever want to know so intimately.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, backing away to take in the sight of your naked body. “Let me see you.”

And fuck, you want to make him so happy. You want to make him proud, make him feel good. Your hand slides leisurely down your body as you maintain eye contact, tracing the path from your sternum to your navel. His eyes look black in the darkness. You ease your thighs open, giving him a good view when you finally dip two fingers between your folds and bring them to your mouth, licking up your wetness. Slicked up with saliva, your fingers circle easily over your clit, your eyes fluttering and your head falling against the pillows.

“That feels good,” you tell him, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, Joel, I need you. I need you.”

“You’ll get me, sweetheart. Just keep goin’.” He likes watching, it seems, making you go a little crazy, making you teeter precariously on an edge you'll never tip over. You push two fingers inside your pussy, rubbing your palm against your clit. Your moan turns high-pitched, your core burning with need you cannot satiate. Not when he's so close, looking at you, forcing you to touch yourself when all you know is the fire only he can stoke.

But that's what he wants. He wants you to know that he’s got you liquified in the little pool in the palm of his hand. You're his. “You…” Rubbing your clit slowly, you try to meet his eyes even though yours are closing. “You get off on this? Sick bastard.”

Joel tuts. “Did I say to close your eyes?”

“Joel, I—”

“Keep. Your eyes. Open.” You increase your pace, your hips bucking a little into your hand, and peel your eyes open. “Keep ‘em on me. Just like that.”

“I need…” You sigh in frustration, trying to give him your best pitiful look even though you know it's fruitless. You’re putty in his hands. You'll touch yourself for as long as he wants you to, even if you never come. “I need…”

“Say it,” he says, and you hate how soft he sounds. The kiss of a warm breeze at nighttime, the silvery wisps of air that curl up from between lips at the intake of the cigarette smoke. He coaxes you, coos at you, and it could be mocking, if he didn't like you so damn much. “Say what you need, baby.”

“I need to come, Joel. I need you. Fuck, I need you to touch me. I’ll… I’ll die if you don't touch me.”

Joel lifts his brows. Spoiled. You’re fucking spoiled and it's all his fault. It's your fault he's so hard, close to ripping a seam in his goddamn jeans, his cock throbbing and leaking precum. “Tell me why you're so fuckin’ wet. Tell me why you're cryin’.”

“You!” Head tossed back on the pillows. Eyes barely open, tears blurring your vision. Fingers frantically rubbing your poor clit to no avail. “You, Joel. You. It’s you. I’m yours.”

That.

That's what he wanted to fucking hear.

Joel unzips his jeans and disposes of them so fast it's like they're ablaze. Your fingers slow their relentless pace on your clit to watch his thick, hard cock slap up against his stomach. “No underwear?” you rasp. “That’s a little whorish of you, Mr. Miller.”

Joel grabs your ankle and manoeuvres you so you're lying flat on your back. You yelp, arousal shooting pants of pleasure through your body at his manhandling. “You wanna fuckin’ talk?” he grunts, crawling onto the bed and situating himself between your legs just so he can bite down on the flesh of your inner thigh. Your whole body jolts with shock.

He holds firmly into your thighs, leaving wet kisses from your navel to your needy clit. It's where he's wanted to be since the first fantasy. The first dream. The first sight. You look down at him, silver locks of hair shining in the darkness, and your gaze is so reverent that his heart wants to beat its wings and unshackle itself. A heart cannot be contained with a look like that—it must go free. It must expand.

Your fingers thread gently through his hair, and it’s all the affirmation he needs. Somewhere in the air between you, two hands lock, and two souls intertwine.

His tongue is hot between your slick folds. There are already tears in your eyes from your teasing, but it's something different altogether when Joel’s mouth finds your clit. The pleasure is so hot it freezes your veins. You're locked in place, the space between your brows creasing, your mouth falling open, as he flicks his tongue against your clit.

Defibrillator. Each measured lick is a patch wrapped around a rib, a nerve, a muscle. Each administration hurls you through space. You're crashing into the stars on the way, bright white flashing behind your eyes.

Tactile. The scratch of his beard and moustache rubs your soft skin raw. Your smell, your taste, tang and potency and the nectar of your sweet, soft gasps. He's spreading you open on a banquet table. He's licking into your cunt and making you mewl like a whore. He’s making you feel so good, so wanted, so happy.

He can't be going to hell. Hell is not the taste of you. Hell is not the way you fist his hair or cry his name. Hell is not—has never been—your face, your body, your voice. Hell does not know the shape of you.

This is the other place.

His tongue circles your slick entrance, but it does not push past. Not yet. He moves back up toward your clit, dragging his tongue across each electrified nerve over and over and over—

His fingers bruise your thighs. His grip does not relent. Neither does yours. You cry his name, wet and gasping, a drowning woman seeking the muffled, distorted light above the surface. Joel’s lips seal around your clit, sucking and lapping at the rest of you until you're shaking and he can barely hold on.

He does not stop when your orgasm crests. When your chest heaves in a ragged moan that sounds like pulling an open wound over broken piano strings. When your body stiffens, then relaxes, riding out the rhythm like a heartbeat as you come with such force that the pleasure has nowhere to go. Only up. Up. Up—

He isn't stopping. He's closed his eyes, drowning your anchor, forcing you to squeeze your own shut. He keeps going —licking broad stripes through your pussy, making out with it like he's fucking drunk off the taste of you.

He’s drunk. He registers your orgasm, but he does not register that he needs to pull back, let you rest, fit his cock inside you to relieve his own arousal. He can hear your weak, whimpering cries, can feel the way you jerk against him when his nose nudges your sensitive clit. He cannot grasp anything except this. You taste so fucking good. You taste like relief. You taste like all the chances he wants to take.

“Joel, I…” You're so weak you can barely speak, pushing him closer to your cunt, letting him take you even though you're not sure you can—

“Oh, fuck!” Your thighs tremble as you come a second time under his expert tongue. Joel grunts, apparently satisfied this time, finally lifting his head up from between your legs and pressing kisses from your thighs to your calves. He lifts himself up to his knees, securing your thighs around his hips.

His cockhead taps your cunt, a small puddle of precum gathering on your pretty clit. Just because he can, he grabs the base of his cock and smears the pearly white liquid over your pussy, notching himself at your hole.

You catch a glimpse of how his girth dwarfs your tight entrance and your eyes widen. “Joel… you’re…”

“I know,” he says. “You gonna be okay?”

A steely determination settles in the crease of your brow, and you hug your thighs tighter around his hips. “I can take it.”

That's his girl. Joel pushes his hips forward, watching your hole seal over the head, wet and fucking warm. “Jesus,” he mutters. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter.

“Focus right here, baby,” he says, patting your cheek. You struggle to keep your eyes open, looking right into his as he feeds his cock into you.

You gasp, blinking away tears as he bottoms out, so thick and heavy you can feel him in your belly. And he’s so smug, the bastard, giving you that wicked smirk. When he rolls his hips, pushing the head of his cock so deep that it kisses your womb, you choke on your moan. “You’re… such an… asshole.”

“Tell me all about it,” he says, securing his hand on the back of your thigh and pushing it toward your chest. The angle deepens, stars soaring across your vision, and he begins to fuck you.

It's the cloying haze of ecstasy. Being inside you burns holes through him, cigarettes on skin. He's vaguely aware of the slick noises his cock draws from your wet pussy, the slam of the headboard against the wall as he fucks you into the mattress. His back pinches in pain and he knows he'll feel it tomorrow, but you look so cock-drunk, your head lolling and your eyes rolling back, that he can't bring himself to care.

Your hands claw at his chest, his shoulders, trying to pull him down toward you even though your leg is bent back toward your head. He gives you a moment of reprieve to lean over you, his hand braced next to your head and his mouth slanting over yours. You hum happily, your fingers scratching at the nape of his neck, and he will do anything—anything—to make you feel good.

In a flash, he twists your leg so you're on your stomach, then hauls you up by your hips so you're on your hands and knees, all without pulling out of you. “Joel!” you squeak.

“Fuck. This body.” He slides one hand up your spine as he slams into you from behind, gritting his teeth and pummeling your ass with his hips. “This tight… fuckin’… body.”

“Ah, fuck—” Your body jolts forward and Joel grabs the headboard just to steady you, stopping it from slamming against the wall. He slips his hand around your chest and hauls your body up against his, lavishing your throat with his hot mouth. “Joellllll,” you whine.

“Feel good, baby?” he grunts, grinding his cock deep. You cry out, your hands blindly grasping behind you for a purchase on his hips.

“So— fuck! —so good. You’re so big.” The breathless praise fills his head with air, ballooning his ego, making him pull you closer.

“You can take it,” he says into your ear, the rhythm of his thrusts perfectly attuned to the response of your body. He's learned you, mapped you, and you're all for him.

You gasp his name, your head turning to bite down on his bicep as he fucks you so thoroughly that your brain is liquifying to warm honey. Joel grits his teeth at the twinge of pain, his balls pulling up as his orgasm nears. “That’s it, baby,” he pants, letting your upper half bend back down onto the mattress so he can rub your clit.

“Oh! Yes, yes, yes.” Your hands flex against the sheets, wrinkling them between your fingers as your cheek presses into the mattress. The rippling of your ass with every slap of his balls against your clit is a delicious sight, and the way your thighs tremble only makes his hips stutter. He’s going to come. He’s…

Your pussy clenches around him, your whole body seizing as you come on his cock, pushing out a weak cry. “Joel, I… oh, fuck.”

“I got you, baby. It’s okay. Let go; that's a good girl.” He removes his fingers from your clit when you begin to buck and cry from the overstimulation, his hand leaving the headboard to grab your hips. Now, he can fuck you hard and fast, your body limp and pliant underneath him. “Just let me… shit, let me… gotta—”

Your gasps are wet and your cheeks are drying from your tears. “Oh, my—” Your mouth drops open at his relentless pummeling. “Oh, shit!”

He feels the telltale splatter of wetness on his balls and his thighs before he registers that you're coming again. Your body shakes without abandon, your eyes squeezing shut and your pussy sucking him deeper, deeper still. It’s loud and smacking and slick in his ears, and he loses his goddamn mind.

His orgasm pinches every nerve in his back without warning. He groans, fisting your hair, instinctively pushing his hips flush to your ass and drowning your cunt in his hot cum.

“Goddamn… shit. Jesus.” He covers your body with his, his forehead pressed to the space between your sweat-slick shoulder blades. You can feel his breath puffing out against your skin.

“Joel,” you moan weakly, your knees close to giving out, your hips aching.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He hauls himself upright and pulls out, his cock pulsing at the sight of his cum dripping out of your used hole. “I came inside you.”

“I can feel it,” comes your muffled giggle, wiggling your ass at him. “I’m on the pill.”

He collapses next to you, tucking you into his side, his nose nudging yours before he slots his mouth over yours. You kiss him happily, sleepily, draping your arm over his broad chest. “Gotta clean you up,” he grumbles into your mouth. “Made a fuckin’ mess.”

You put your lips to the corner of his mouth, the patches in his beard, smiling against his cheek. “Shouldn't have manhandled me so good, then.”

Joel chuckles, smacking your ass. “Funny girl. C’mon, get up.”

You huff, taking his hand as he helps you off the bed, catching you around the waist when your knees give out. “Easy,” he laughs.

“Your fault.” You steady yourself by holding onto his arm as he takes you into his bathroom. “You took me by surprise. Didn't think an old man could fuck like that.”

“Smartass.” Joel gives your ass another slap and closes you both inside. He wets a washcloth and wipes it between your thighs, enjoying the little whimper that leaves your mouth when it drags over your puffy clit. “Almost done, baby.”

He cleans up the cum that has dripped out of your hole and your own wetness, leaning in to kiss you softly when he's finished. You smooth his hair back, smiling fondly at his tousled appearance, the way he looks so relaxed, so calm. “I like you like this.”

“Yeah?” He lifts a brow, observing the marks you've left on him through the mirror. “Scratched up like a goddamn cat post?”

“Couldn't help it.” You lean into him and press gentle little kisses to the crescents and red marks on his chest and shoulders. “Now those other ladies knocking down your door will know you're not up for grabs.”

“You tell me where those ladies are first, and I’ll give ‘em a piece of my mind,” he chuckles, roaming his hands up and down your arms. “I’ve certainly never seen ‘em before.”

“Well, we women have a secret code,” you tell him. “A girl can tell. You're a hot commodity around here. Big, strong, tall, working man…”

His ego is getting a little overinflated at the ministrations of your sweet voice. He rubs his thumbs over your hip bones and shuts you up with a kiss. “Anyone ever tell you you're trouble?” he mumbles into your mouth.

“Mmmhmm,” you reply. “But you can handle it.”

Goddamn right I can.

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Medusa! Reader Intro Banter Part 2

The polls are in and at 100 votes, we have for character intros with Reptile being at the top of the list, followed closely by Johnny Cage, and Raiden! Along with a bonus character I decided to add, cause it’s too good to pass up! And no, it’s not from anyone on the poll. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to like, comment, and reboot cause those are good motivators to keep writing!😁😁😁

Part 1

Reptile

Y/N: It’s because you caught my eye at the Tournament, I purposefully made sure our paths crossed.

Reptile: I am forever grateful to have met such a beauty.

Y/N: Oh stop, you’re making me blush, Syzoth. /

Y/N teasingly: Were attempting to court me, Syzoth?

Reptile: Not since you turned your back on all of Outworld.

Y/N: If it helps, I still have all your gifts you left me.

Reptile: Come and Join K’otal Khan’s court!

Y/N indignant: And serve the same Empire that took everything from me?

Reptile: I guarantee the Khan will recognize your skills and spare you, should you swear loyalty.

Reptile: Everything you ever told me was a lie!

Y/N: I wasn’t lying when I said I loved listening to your stories of Zaterra.

Reptile: Yet you forget that you omitted the fact you and Shang Tsung were mated!

Johnny Cage

Y/N: I have something that could improve your features.

Johnny Cage: Improve? *Unsure laughter* how will it do that?

Y/N with a mellow grin: By making you bleed out from every pore on your face.

Johnny Cage: I just know you slept with Reptile, admit it.

Y/N with a deep frown and her snakes hissing: They are but unfounded rumors, Cage.

Johnny Cage: Oh ho, Imma get the scoop out of you yet.

Y/N: How are you and Sonya gettling along?

Johnny Cage: For you information, I think she's already heads over heels for me.

Y/N: Wonderful, I have always wanted a lovers set for my garden!

Raiden

Raiden: It seems like only yesterday when the Elder Gods cursed you and your husband.

Y/N: When the Elder Gods took my humanity and beauty away.

Raiden: Two traits that you never had to begin with.

Y/N: You know what your problem is, Raiden? You care far too much.

Raiden: Your black heart has no room to care for anyone.

Y/N dismissevely: It would be too much of an inconvenience to care for potential guniea pigs.

Raiden: It is a pity you married Shang Tsung.

Y/N: It is the best decision I've ever made in my life.

Raiden: You squander your potential by choosing to stay at his side!

(aaaaaand as a surprise bonus...)

Quan Chi (Your hated enemy😠)

Y/N shaking in rage: You owe me a great debt, Quan Chi

Quan Chi: I do not recall making any contracts with you.

Y/N with snakes out and eyes glowing: You owe me you life for taking Shang Tsung away from me!

Quan Chi: Shang Tsung's woman, to what do I owe the pleasure?

Y/N: The pleasure of tearing out you sssspine.

Quan Chi smugly: You can die trying.

Y/N: I have come to ssssettle your debt, demon.

Quan Chi: I owe you nothing, wench.

Y/N: You owe me retribution!

Quan Chi: You could have served me well.

Y/N: Sssuch arrogance assures your death.

Quan Chi: *Chuckles* Shang Tsung was right about you having an excellent sense of humor.

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Hiiii hii hi over here!! I loooved stitches!! They way you wrote Mark was perfect imo, capturing his sonewhat standoffish but human side. Awesome job!!

Can I request one where Mark is reader's best friends's dad?? AU or not but he's still an officer

Pretty please with a cherry on top? ♥

Okay we're fudging math a little with this one. We'll clock reader at 22 and Mark at...44. there, twice the age without making it too weird.

I really love this prompt and its challenge to dodge some cliches. And then roll around in some like a little piggy in the mud. Little pig boy comes from the dirt. Sorry I blacked out there for a second.

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Is It Justice? (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader)

Tags/warnings: older man/ younger woman, manic depressive disorder, moments of deep vulnerability, questionable choices, kissy kissy, mentions of death and grief, hurt/comfort

Rated: M (I think? I started to go cross eyed writing this)

Mark sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Again. Again?

He knows he should be grateful it's you and not his son. But Sam would never, ever be caught in this compromising a position. But you had seemed to lack any sort of stern parenting in your life. His son had no shortage of that.

Okay, so he hadn't always been a perfect father, but he was a good cop. But tonight, as it had so many times before, the line became blurry. And a third role had begun to emerge, and it was bad enough that each time he had half a mind to pawn you off on someone else.

But it didn't feel right. No one would take responsibility for you, nobody would claim you. He may as well.

That's how he ends up in front of the holding cell at 3 in the morning. He's still dressed from work because he hadn't left the station yet. His son was (he prayed) still sleeping soundly in his apartment off Princeton's campus. The same could clearly not be said for you. You are in the same baggy clothes you're usual donning, dark circles decorated your undereyes. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you're on something hard.

Your eyes don't light up like he expects them to each time you're both in this situation. It's almost like a kin to dread, or pure exhaustion.

"If you're that inconvenienced, commit a crime closer to a different precinct," he mutters as the night shift cop slides the barred door open and you step through, just narrowly avoiding Mark's large frame and he follows behind you. At the booking station, Helen presents your possessions back to you.

"One cell phone, a wallet with a driver's license, library card, fortune ticket and father's credit card-we've already called- a pack of cigarettes and a Bic lighter."

You grab it all and shove it into the deep pockets of your jacket. Mark nods in gratitude at Helen and when you turn to the direction of the exit, Mark has a firm hand on your shoulder and he's steering you towards his office.

You've been in Mark's office a couple other times. Once, when you and Sam first moved in together and he wanted to introduce you to his father, and once for the first time you and the holding cell had become acquainted. The two other times you'd ended up at the police station, you'd been lucky enough to avoid this room again. But not this time.

You shake your head and slump in one of the chairs as Mark closes the door behind him. He sighs heavily and drops himself into his desk chair, and for a moment you both sit in your shared exhaustion.

"Does Sam know where you are?" His voice is groggy when he speaks. You pick at the chipped paint on your nails.

"Hope not. I left after he fell asleep. I don't like to make him worry when I leave."

Mark smirks humorlessly and stares at the ceiling tiles.

"How considerate."

"Just don't bail me out next time."

"Oh don't worry. I won't. There better not be a next time. But if there is, you'll get no help from me."

His eyes are staring sternly into your own now. You didn't have much to be proud of anymore, but you could always be proud of managing to hold Mark Hoffman's stare.

"I don't have a report. I'm tired. Can I go home?"

"You got money for a cab?"

"No."

"A subway pass?"

"I'll hop the guards."

"Like hell you will. Fine," he pushes himself up from his seat and throws on his jacket. "Come on. I'm driving you home."

You have half a mind to put up a useless fight but you're too tired, so instead you follow silently out to the parking lot and climb into the passenger side of Mark's car. He gets in and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"When was the last time you ate?"

You shrug. Mark curses under his breath and starts the car.

"Fine. Food first."

A half hour later, you and Head Detective Mark Hoffman are sitting outside a 24/7 bodega, devouring sandwiches and a couple of sodas. You don't even mind that the food isn't hot, you're just glad to have something on your stomach.

"Alright, so," Mark wipes his mouth and clasps his hands together. "Trespassing?"

"It didn't hurt anybody."

"Nobody but yourself."

"I'm fine."

"You know they've been exploding deeper into that quarry, right? What if you'd gone near some active explosive? Or tripped in the dark and fell 250 something feet?"

"Then Mom would have some company."

He fights the urge to grab you, only to shock the thoughts from your head. But he's too shocked.

Your mother disappeared seven months ago. Five months ago, she was found at the bottom of the quarry outside of town. Maybe it was murder, maybe it was accidental. Either way, there was a closed casket.

You almost feel guilty for the way you've stunned mark into silence, but the feeling passed quickly.

"How would your father feel if he knew that's where you were tonight?"

"He'd have to be sober enough to comprehend a single thought. My money's on the likelihood that he's in no such state."

"Fine. What about Sam?"

"I won't tell if you don't."

"Well, I've got half a mind to."

You chuckle and feel the tears prick at your eyes. "Heh. Right, just pawn me off on him. Great fathering techniques, Mark. Seriously. I'll not just become someone else's problem, but your son's. My best friend's. And soon he'll get fed up and drop me, too."

"Enough with the pity play."

"Why? It's all true. You don't give a shit so it's not like I could guilt you."

Mark crumples up his sandwich wrapper with ire and tosses it into a nearby bin. He straightens out his trousers and stands. Stares down at you. From here, you look like a stranger. Not a girl, not his son's roommate and best friend, not a woman on the verge of unravelling, but some other being that has attached itself onto his heart and follows him around like a curse.

He'd loved you for a while. He'd hated you for just as long. The way you drag yourself down, the way you endanger Sam along the way. But the way you smile and how you shine when you have your shit together- there were as many good memories as bad ones in the short span of time you'd known each other.

He can't decide who he's looking at and doesn't stop staring until you look up at him. He shakes his head, looks out onto the street, then offers a hand to help you up. You take it without hesitation and you both get back into the car.

"I really don't wanna take you back to the apartment."

"I don't wanna go back. To wake up Sam is bad enough the day before finals, but to do it with his dad in tow is not much better."

Mark grumbles. "Couch?"

You nod. "Couch."

You've done the couch routine one other time, and it wasn't any of the times you'd been arrested. This incident was midwinter, during one of your episodes where you decided to walk in the freezing snow with no direction. Sam had called Mark in a panic, Mark knew your routes well enough to find you quick. It was closer to go back to his place, and he made careful work of warming you up and assuring Sam that you were safe. After that, you and Mark formed a mutual understanding that the less Sam knew, the better.

Mark's apartment was that of the poster child for a bachelor. After Sam went off to Princeton, Mark and his wife had nothing keeping their tenuous marriage together so the divorce was quiet and amicable. Now, Mark works too much to seek any remedy to that.

All that being said, Mark keeps his place nice, and his leather couch beckons you immediately. You collapse onto it and you can hear Mark halt over you.

"You're gonna sleep in jeans?"

"I didn't pack my overnight bag," you mumble into the material. Mark sighs. Leaves the room, comes back, tosses a bundle of clothes on top of you. You sit up and unfold them. PPD sweatpants and a faded t-shirt.

"How scandalous," you mutter, too tired to censor your words.

"Be uncomfortable for all I care."

Mark busies himself with removing his tie and you stand and hobble to the bathroom to change. From the kitchen area he can hear you sniffle and cough, changing otherwise quietly before reentering the living room. His breath hitches when he sees you in his clothes. He can't remember the last time he saw you in something that actually fit but clothes always left plenty to the imagination. And Mark did imagine.

You rub your eyes and stumble to the kitchen sink, grabbing a coffee mug and filling it with water. He watches as your throat strains when you devour the water like you were born thirsty. You'd just had a soda, but of course you're dehydrated. You don't take care of yourself during your episodes. He knows it just kills Sam. He knows, because he feels the same way.

He can't understand why you and Sam never became an item, even for a brief time. He was proud to call Sam his son, the way he's smart and kind, and you're funny and intelligent when you decide to be, and beautiful. So beautiful. Whether you're made up and presentable or on his couch, in his clothes, looking like death.

He only realizes he's staring when he blinks and you're staring back from the sink.

"Mark?"

He squeezes his eyes shut and yawns. "Sorry. Tired. You know where everything is if you need it."

"Yeah," you say, but your voice is thicker than it should be. It's no mystery that Mark Hoffman is an attractive man. Gruff and grumpy and yet does everything in his power to take care of you. Sam does the same, but you're so scared of ruining him. You don't run that risk with Mark.

You can't ever pin down exactly what it is you like so much about him. Maybe it's his thick arms and large hands, or his dumb hair, or his asshole smirks and the way his praise and compliments light you up inside. How he talks to you like an equal, even in these times. Everyone walks on eggshells around you. He's a hardass. You love him for it.

Mark senses a shift and taps the counter decisively.

"Listen-"

"No," he shakes his head. "No, don't."

But you stand and he doesn't move.

"I'm not doing anything."

Except you are. You're moving towards him and he can't find the strength to move away.

"It's too late to do this-"

"Do what?" You ask in faux innocence. You're not the teasing type, but you're just desperate to know if he'll fess up or not. You already know you're screwed.

"You know."

You bite your lip and take a small satisfaction when the movement captures his eyes.

"Mark, no one sees me like you do."

"That's not true," he lies.

"It is, but it's okay."

You place your hands on his chest and he stops breathing. Doesn't move.

"So long as you know, I don't do it for attention. I've been this way before I ever met you or Sam."

"I know," he says breathlessly.

"Do you want to touch me?" You ask. He exhales and trembles. He's only thought about it shamefully in the dark of his bedroom or his office about a hundred times. To caress the sides of you that he suspects have gone untouched for too long. To hold you gently and yet assure you that no one else will be touching you for a long time.

He's quiet for too long. You take a hand and bring it under the shirt that swallows your torso, sliding his palm against your tummy. He exhales through his nose.

"I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you."

His hand burns onto your soft skin and you continue to move it up until his fingers grace the curve of your breast.

And just like that he yanks his hand back and stands, pushing away from you.

"Mark-"

"Go to sleep. Don't think about this anymore."

Easy enough for him to say. You both know that you'll go to your respective beds (well, bed and couch) and you'll be kept awake by the thought. But you don't argue. Only watch as he stalks down the hall and fights with himself, until he closes the bedroom door behind him. You sigh and lay down on the couch, grabbing a nearby throw blanket but deciding you're too hot for it right now.

And in his room, Mark paces the floor. He slowly removes one article of clothing after the other, ends up sitting on the edge of his bed in a shirt and boxers, fingers pressed to his lips, eyes glued to the door.

He's waiting for you. If you come knocking, he'll let you in. But he can't go to you. He can't. That would seal his fate.

But the thought of you so warm and ready for him, so inviting and strong willed...his resolve is wavering.

And it doesn't take fifteen minutes before he's walking back to the couch.

And you rise and meet him halfway, and there's only a moment's hesitation before his lips crash into yours and his hands are returning to where you'd placed them before. Mark will convince himself that you initiated the kiss. You'll let him have that lie. Whatever seals your fate together. Whatever keeps you both coming back together.

#mark hoffman #fanfiction #mark hoffman x reader #saw fanfic #reqs open

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mochasenby · 1 year

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Seduction and Possession Pt 2 Everyone knows of Elliot; he's the kindest bachelor in Pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he? He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen. Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part 2

Find part one here! And find me on Ao3!

Since then; Elliot had changed. It was noticeable to the other townsfolk. He was always trailing after the farmer; always there for whatever assistance she needed. He refused to allow her to dirty her hands and took her offer of helping her out.

At one point he even tried to convince her to leave the farm work behind and stay with him. Yet she laughed at the suggestion. Her laugh sounded as if angels were singing in his ears.

Things started to take a darker turn whenever she was invoked with the others. It started with Sam and Sebastian.

He watched in envy as Sebastian and Sam crowded her. They were chatting about their band and were offering her to be their drummer. Elliot glared at the young adults. He could see Sebastian's eyes drifting from her face to her chest as Sam’s hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder.

They want to bed her. A voice hissed in his head. He’s thinking about what her chest would feel like pressed against his. Elliot glared at Sebastian as he kept glancing at his darlings chest. He wants her. You can’t let that happen.

“Pardon me,” The duo paused as Elliot forced himself between them and his darling. “I apologize for interfering, but we already have plans.” Elliot smiled through his anger as his hands slipped around her waist.

“Really? That sucks, well maybe you can swing by my place after,” Sam winked. He could never please a woman. Elliot insulted Sam in his head. As for Sebastian, he’s just a shut-in. He’ll never love her as I can.

“We’ll see about that,” Elliot smiled as he pulled her away. “Wait!” Sam grabbed her arm as rage flashed in Elliot’s eyes before disappearing.

“The offer still stands, I think we could make sweet music together,” Sam grinned as her face flushed. Absolutely not. Elliot scoffed. Is that what he calls flirting? Pathetic. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves more.

Elliot leaned down to her ear as he whispered, “Your voice would sound beautiful if it were crying my name.” He softly spoke as she gasped, face flushing a darker red as she forgot Sam’s words.

The duo froze as they heard his words. Sam just smiled as Sebastian glared at the older male.

“Now, shall we?” Elliot pulled her away as he repressed the urge to rip off Sam’s fingers for grabbing her arm. He knows it's not her fault that pigs hit on her. She’s too beautiful for her own good. Maybe I should hide her away so no one will see her. He wondered as she stopped walking.

“Elliot?” She called out as he paused. “Yes, dear?” He replied softly as she blushed. She looks so divine with that blush across her face. He thought. She bit her lip as she sighed.

“Nevermind, let’s get to my farm,” She smiled as he tilted his head. “Is something bothering you, dear?” He asked softly as he cupped her face.

She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed, but when I’m with you, I feel safe.” She muttered as his eyes widened.

His hands shook as he stared at her lips. Kiss her. The voices were screaming at him. He wanted to kiss her, desperately.

But he is a gentleman. Instead, he embraced her. He shuddered as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elliot,” She smiled as he hugged her tighter. “Of course darling, I’ll always protect you,” He joked back.

Even if it means I have to hurt others.

As days went by, Elliot found himself following after the farmer even when she was unaware. He stalked her as she worked on the farm, as she fought slimes in the mines, and as she slept.

Elliot snuck his way into her home, her pet ignoring his presence as he’s already been around long enough.

Elliot crept up on the farmer as she slept. He repressed the urge to kiss her lips as he snatched her clothes. Back in his cabin, Elliot panted and grunted as he fucked his pillow. Sweat dripped down his face as he pulled his hair back. He brought her clothes to his face as he inhaled her scent.

He moaned quietly as he fucked his hips deeper against his pillow. He imagined fucking her just like this, worshipping her body. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly as he moaned. “ Darling – fuck,” He hissed as the head of his cock dragged against his sheets.

“I want to ravish you, I want to fuck you till that pretty voice of yours is crying my name,” He panted as his legs twitched. His chest heaved as he buried his face into her clothes.

He moaned as his cock jumped at the scent. “More,” He whispered as he started up again, fucking into his pillow as he writhed and begged for her.

My dearest,

I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. It's a sin to lust after an angel such as yourself, but I cannot help it. I find myself craving more and more of you that my comfort isn’t enough. I need to touch you. I need to feel you.

But you are so fragile that I’m afraid to hurt you. But soon, we won’t have to worry about that. Our bodies will become one as I consume all of you.

- Elliot

Elliot knew that his darling needed to get out and chat with friends. But what he hated was how whenever she was out, there was a demon attempting to charm her. Elliot tried to hide his glare as Alex began hitting on the farmer.

How disgusting. Does he not know how to properly treat a lady? Elliot hissed in his head. “Come on, just come over and I’ll show you my gridball training,” Alex winked as she laughed nervously.

She’s uncomfortable. He needs to leave her alone. Elliot hissed as Abigail stepped in. “You're making her uncomfortable, fuck off Alex,” She hissed as Alex laughed. “I’m just playing around! No need to be so sensitive.” He snorted as Abigail started going off on the player.

Elliot watched along the sidelines as he sipped his wine. With Abigail around, there was no need for him to step in. But rage was building up in his chest as he nearly broke the glass in his hand.

The final straw was when Alex made a comment about the farmer's outfit which made Elliot snap. Abigail scoffed as she stood in front of his darling. “You disgusting son of–”

“ Well, I do believe it’s time for us to leave,” Elliot cut in as he stepped between the two. “Abigail, thank you for your assistance but it's no longer needed,” He smiled as he glared at the athlete.

“Can I get your number?” Alex ignored him as Elliot’s eye twitched. He’s trying to seduce her. You can’t let that happen. The voice hissed again as Elliot grabbed her shoulder.

“Darling, please step outside with Abigail for a moment, I need to speak with Alex,” He smiled assuringly at her as she slipped out. Abigail glanced cautiously at the male before following.

As soon as the door shut behind her, the kindness in Elliot’s eyes vanished. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you are revolting,” he hissed as Alex grinned.

“I get that alot, she’s just playing hard to–” Alex was cut off as Elliot snatched his wrist.

“Unless you want to lose your fingers, you’ll refrain from touching my darling again,” Elliot snapped as Alex laughed nervously.

“Come on, I was just playing around,” Alex defended as Elliot’s eye twitched. “ And I’m not, I’ll cut off each of your revolting fingers and then snap your legs as if they were nothing but twigs. You’ll stop your harassment, won’t you dear Alex?” Elliot threatened as Alex nodded nervously.

“Y-Yeah, I got it,” He stuttered as he ran out.

Disgusting. Elliot hissed to himself as he left the tavern. The nerve of that immature athlete, if his darling wasn’t around, he would’ve—

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of his darling called out as he froze, The rage building up had flooded his body immediately. “Of course I am dear,” He smiled at her.

“Everything alright?” Abigail asked as she eyed Alex stumbling into his home.

“Of course, we just had a nice chat,” Elliot smiled. Abigail was skeptical but ignored it. Ever since that day, Elliot’s gentleman persona turned darker. He watched as Shane blew the farmer off, anger coursed through his veins.

How dare he? Ignoring his darling? Elliot isn’t the type to get his hands dirty, but Shane won’t go unpunished. As Shane awoke the next morning, his chickens were gone.

And Elliot was just getting started. He soon targeted Alex by manipulating him into completely avoiding his dear. It was ironic as he snapped at Shane for ignoring her, but Alex was a different story.

“ I wonder how you’re future will turn out when suddenly you break your legs,” Elliot muttered as he towered over Alex.

“I swear! I’ll leave her alone just leave me alone!” Alex cried. Harvey wasn’t any trouble, but he hated how he touched her during exams. He envied that Harvey saw her naked before he did. But he couldn’t harm Harvey, he’s the only doctor around. So he’ll be left alone. For now.

The farmer used to be surrounded by townsfolk, but lately, no one showed up. Alex would turn the other way if they were crossing paths. Shane wasn’t found anywhere. Sam and Sebastian looked uncomfortable whenever she said hi.

Harvey suddenly no longer was available to help her when injured. The only one around was Elliot. He was always there, listening to her as she ranted. Just as he planned. He sat in her room as she served him dinner.

“I just think it’s insane that they started ignoring me, did I do something wrong?” She wondered as he shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong, darling, I’m sure of it,” He assured her. “Your sweet Elliot, but I don’t know,” She sighed.

“I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” She smiled as she stepped away. As she left, Elliot sighed quietly. Her scent was everywhere. No matter how many times he’s been in here, he can’t help himself. As she came back, his eyes widened.

She was wearing the shirt he stole a few nights before. The shirt that he wrapped around his cock as he fucked it to the thought of her. I need to take that shirt again.

His face flushed as she sat down. As the two ate, she began to notice his odd behavior. “Elliot? Are you alright?” She asked as he paused. “Darling, there’s something I wish to tell you,” He started as he grabbed her hand.

“(Y/n),” He muttered as his grip tightened. “I just want to thank you, you’ve inspired me in numerous ways and I’m afraid that you’ve charmed this writer's heart,” Elliot whispered as she gasped.

“Elliot. . ” She softly whispered as he sighed. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m utterly obsessed with you, not a day goes by without you dancing in my mind. I crave your touch and without you, I feel nothing,” He muttered lowly. She attempted to pull away but he refused to let her go.

“I saw the letters, Elliot,” She muttered as he stiffed. She saw them. He screamed in his mind as he panicked.

She thinks you’re a freak, she’s going to try and run away. You can’t let her go, you can’t let her–

His train of thought was interrupted as she cupped his face and brought her lips to his. Elliot’s eyes widened as he instantly responded.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was a sweet taste on her lips. And he craved it. Elliot shivered as she pulled back, smiling softly at him. She parted her lips to speak as she froze.

Her vision blurred as she swayed in her seat. “Oh, was the dosage too strong? I suppose Harvey had difficulty preparing it,” Elliot muttered softly.

“Elliot?” She softly whispered as he shushed her. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here for you,” He smiled as he stood next to her as she collapsed against him.

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to avoid this method as I worried I may hurt you, but I had no other choice. I meant what I said as I’m utterly obsessed with you,” He cooed as he cupped her face.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, darling. You’ve charmed me so,”

“ And I can’t let you go.”

- Elliot

Possession: The act of belonging to another.

#stardew valley elliot smut #stardew valley elliott #elliot smut #elliot stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley smut #yandere #obsession #lord help me #tags are hard #mochasenby

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farahtissaiamyloves · 2 months

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Are your requests on? If so could I request something with Andromache? I love her and there’s not enough fanfiction out there with her

-Ara

Capture

Andromache of Scythia x reader

Note: I know that I've been gone for months. However, I've been preparing for the most important examinations of my life, and it's been really stressful for me. I hope you enjoy this and thanks again to Ara for the amazing request.

You were looking out of the only window of your room - more like a cell, but you had come to accept that long ago.

You considered yourself lucky - what they did to Quynh was by far worse from what was happening to you.

At least that's what you had convinced yourself.

Dying again and again, only to be brought back to life to die once again deep down the sea, was horrible.

However, being captured for (you had lost count) something more than 4 centuries was even more horrific.

You missed your best friend, of course you did, but the emptiness that washed over you at your wife's absence was something else.

You and Andy were the first immortal warriors. She had found you pretty quickly. You hadn't even understood when you died or what the weird dreams were before she sat you down and explained.

You hadn't been apart ever since. Spending every single day next to her was a privilege and a gift.

You learned so many things from her. After all, Andromache had already been alive for 300 years.

After spending a s couple of decades traveling around the world with her as your only company, it came to no surprise for neither of you when you ended up sleeping together one night.

And that night proved to be the beginning of the most wonderful thing that ever happened to both of your lives.

You loved every second of it.

You being wrapped in her arms while she was kissing the top of your head or you caressing her naked, extremely soft skin as she was wrapping a blanket around the two of you; Andy couldn't have her beloved baby catch a cold.

You teared up recalling your wife. Your beloved wife.

You wrapped your hands around your legs and pushed them against your chest.

You missed her.

You missed her so much.

After 5000 years and a couple of centuries, you were finally divided.

You looked up as you saw the door opening.

A paramedic came in with a huge needle.

Here we go again.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

Andy looked at the only building standing in the area. The only building among a plethora of trees and all kinds of plants.

" Alright, Joe, remind us one last time what we are her for. " Andy spoke.

" We are here to save all the girls/women those people experiment on. We don't know more, including the number of either the victims or the security agents, which means that caution is strongly recommended. " The man pointed out.

The rest of the team nodded, listening carefully.

Little did they know about who the real guinea pig was.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

They killed, killed, and killed once again.

They found countless of the latest laboratory equipment, yet no girl or woman asking for their help.

The team knew that it wasn't a trap.

No trap would have been equipped with so many tools costing millions.

Andy was growing more and more frustrated.

For a human with that much of an experience, she should have caught on by now.

" Guys, I think I found it. " Nicky whispered, pointing with his gun at the only door of the corridor at their right.

They as silently as they could run to it. The door did look like a cell. A bulletproof door with a password was always placed to hide something important, and the group came to this very same building for something important.

If they weren't able to free any innocents, they could at least learn what the fuck was happening there to put a stop to it.

Joe placed some light explosives on the door, telling everybody to buck off, which they were more than eager to do.

He pushed the button and a loud sound was heard, shortly followed by the sound of the door falling on the floor.

The team immediately raised their weapons and entered the room, shouting that they were armed.

Nile, who was the first to get in, quickly scanned the whole room and announced to everybody what they could already see with their bare eyes. " It's empty. "

Realizing that it was just a simple bedroom, the team was to turn away until Nicky pointed at the bed. " I think someone's sleeping there. "

" Don't be ridiculous. Wouldn't have they heard the explosives ? " Nile jumped in.

" Not if they were dragged. Guys, I think we found our victim. " Andy spoke slowly, walking to the bed.

She noticed that the person was fully covered by the blanket, so she slowly pulled it off only to freeze midway.

Andy knew that sleeping face.

Truth be told, she knew it better than her own face.

She had traced it countless of times with her fingertips.

She had seen all kinds of emotions on that face.

" A-Andy ? Is something wrong ? " Nile inquired, feeling beyond confused with the leader's teared up face.

" Shhhhh. "

Nile turned to look at both Joe and Nicky, giving her stern glances.

" What ? " She asked again, unable to understand where her wrongdoing was.

" Oh my love. I thought you were dead. " Andy whispered, kissing the top of your head.

She, then, turned to the couple. " Me and Nile are going to get her to the safe house. You make sure to clear everybody out and destroy this place. Nobody should know anything concerning our immortality. Was I clear ? "

" Yes, boss. "

" Good. "

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You slowly opened your eyes.

Sleeping under the influence of whatever drugs they were giving you had the luck and the curse of having no dreams.

You blinked, taking in your surroundings.

No.

Not again.

You hated when they were changing your room because that meant that they had given you strong enough medication to sleep for days.

Suddenly feeling unwell, you instinctively placed a hand on top of your head, and with the other, you pulled the blanket to cover you completely.

" You've already slept for at least 10 hours, I recommend waking up, eating something, and walking around for a while. " Suddenly, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

Your blood froze for a whole second, thinking that your wife just talked to you.

However, you knew better. Drugs have side effects. They made sure you knew each and every single one.

You didn't move - not even to look, still remembering how heartbroken you had been the last time you did - and closed your eyes to sleep.

" Darling, did you hear me ? " Andy made her voice sweeter, waiting for you to move and see her sitting on the armchair near the bed.

Andromache waited a couple of minutes to watch the lack of reaction. Maybe your hearing had been impacted, or maybe you were still hazy due to being drugged the day prior.

The woman sighed, sitting up.

" Sleep well, sweating. " She wished kissing the top of the blanket - where your forehead was.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You were frozen on the spot. Your mind running a million miles per second.

In the back of your mind you registered her steps and the door opening and closing.

You felt it. You felt her lips through the blanket.

Your wife was here.

She rescued you.

You teared up, unable to resist.

Your wife came for you.

She hadn't forgotten about you.

She still loved you.

Your hand reached the other pillow of the bed. Slowly, as you were still slightly hazy from your sleep, you moved your head on top of it.

It was her.

Her smell.

She had you sleep on her bed.

How long had it been since you shared one.

You immediately wrapped your hands around it and pulled Andy's pillow onto your chest.

You loved her so, so much.

However, still being under the influence of the drug, you quickly fell asleep once again.

This time with your beautiful wife on your mind.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

Andromache came back into the room after a couple of hours.

She had to make sure that everything was taken care of as well as cook you some food.

Andy quietly set the tray down at the bedside table and looked at you.

A smile formed on her face as she noticed your figure wrapped around her pillow.

" Darling, you have to wake up. " She whispered with her sweetest voice next yo your ear.

You whined and turned your face away from her, burying your face in her pillow.

Andromache gently shook your shoulder while leaving small kisses wherever she could reach, mainly your shoulder.

You opened your eyes, slowly turning to face your one and true love, the very person to whom you have devoted yourself for a couple of thousand years.

Still feeling dizzy, you sleepily smiled at her as you reached to caress her cheek. " Morning. " Your voice was way too harsh than your normal one, as you realized you had probably spent a day without a single drop of water.

Andy kissed your forehead lovingly. She brought a cup of water to your lips and propelled you to drink some.

You happily did as Andy wanted you to, too dizzy to oppose her (not that you would have, you were quite thirsty).

As Andromache placed the cup of water back to its place, you took the chance to wrap your hands around her waist and bury your head in her neck.

Your wife chuckled at your adorable reaction and embraced you back, pulling your body closer to her.

" God, I thought you were dead. " She whispered, continuing washing your body with kisses.

" I... " You stopped midsentence, not sure about how what you intended to say would sound to her.

Andy gently messaged your sculp, silently propelling you to talk to her.

You took a deep breath as you turned to look at her with teary eyes. " I wish I was... "

Andy took your face in her arms. " No. No. Don't you dare ever say that. "

You shook your head, casting your gaze downward. " But, it's true. "

" If you had died, my love, we would have never reunited, would we ? " Andromache countered.

You hesitantly looked upward, at her beautiful striking eyes. " It was torture. "

Your wife gave you a sad smile. " I know. I know... But the important thing is that you are here, in my arms, safe and sound. "

You nodded reciprocating the gesture. " Indeed. "

" And just like back then.... We have all the time in the world to do whatever we please. " Andy's smile widened as her eyes narrowed meaningfully.

You laughed a little, wondering how could a single person delete 400 years of torture, but then again.

That person was your beloved wife.

Your Andy.

#andy the scythian x reader #charlize theron #andy the scythian #andy andromache of scythia #andromache x reader #andromache x you #the old guard

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 7 months

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Riddle's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Vampire Word Count: ~1.4K Relationships mentioned: Mother (Dr. Carlotta Rosehearts), Evelyn (Dr. Rosehearts "friend"/veteranarian), Che'nya TW: toxic helicopter mom, "experimental dieting" on a child/malnourishment, She deserves to loose her medical license, dead animal/blood, animal abuse

"How long have you had him on a restricted diet? He's not all that old Carlotta, are you sure it's safe to try something like that on someone so young? Even if you do, it's not a very good testing pool to only have one subject, a proper study would enta-" "It doesn't matter Evelyn. The point is, I cannot keep wasting my time on synthetically making blood for Riddle. He's gotten to the point where I'm finally going have to take the risk of letting him consume animals blood, but I need you to curate the diet for the pigs I plan to use. I've already located a great farmer who said he'll raise and take care of them for me so all I have to do is come by to pick it up. The pigs can't be too fatty, and they cannot have a high glucose diet. In addition-" "Carlotta-" "Do NOT interrupt me Evelyn, that is very unbecoming and rude. Since you had something so important to say, why don't you go on and spit it out."

The younger woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "The diet you've suggested so far for the pigs will result in a terrible quality of life for them, and will likely shorten their life spans by quite a bit....they...if the farmer listens to you they might even....cannibalize each other." She stared down at her clasped hands. Dr. Rosehearts had always been an intense woman, but she had been the woman she needed in order to get the motivation to go to vet school. However, she also somehow felt that Evelyn was eternally indebted to her, and demanded her input and participation on every new idea that struck her, morals be damned. It wasn't even so much her opinion she seeked- Carlotta just wanted someone to tell her she was doing something right. She wasn't even related to Evelyn, but she felt terrified of defying her. She couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who shared a roof with her. She'd only seen him once or twice- he was always in his room sleeping or studying- despite being only about six years old in human years. Dr. Rosehearts just scoffed at the young woman. "I couldn't care less about their quality of life, so long as they don't anything they're not meant to- like each other- and stick to the plan I have for them, then my son should be perfect and set for life so long as he only eats from them for the rest of his life." Evelyn took a steadying breath. "....yes, but if the pigs are ill, chances are your son will fall ill as well." "Well that's where you come in. You'll be nursing them and ensuring they remain as healthy as possible so I don't have to waste my time synthesizing blood." By the time Carlotta had finished her sentence, Evelyn's eyes were on the tiny redhead boy clinging to a blanket and small stuffed animal as he rubbed his eyes. "Synthesizing blood?

Carlotta seemed to freeze up in her seat, her lips pressing into a thin line as she gripped her armrest until her knuckles turned white. Evelyn glanced between her and the boy, unsure really what to do. "Mama, you said I had real blood starting when I was three cen-taur-ies old....right?" Riddle seemed to wake up a bit more, his hair still sticking up a little as he rubbed his eye. "Cuz you promi-" "BACK to your room. You're not supposed to be awake yet Riddle." Her tone made both Evelyn and Riddle flinch, but Riddle started to tear up. "B-but you promised I was big enough when I w-was th-" Carlotta gave Evelyn a fake smile as she stood up. "I'll be a moment." She felt like she was meant to step in, but couldn't bring herself to do anything even as she winced as Dr. Rosehearts grabbed her sons wrist hard, causing him to sob as he was dragged back to his room.

As promised, she was back a few moments later, her sons cries no longer heard unless she really listened for it. She sighed and sat down, shaking her head. "Honestly, children are just too nosy sometimes." Evelyn looked away from Carlotta, uncomfortable. ".....is it true?....you told him he got real blood when he was that age?....you know that's....well I know you know, but...that's when kids are supposed to switch over gradually to start building their immune systems and give them access to the real thing so they can start hunting and getting the nutrients they need without...lab precision." She looked down at the floor, but she could feel Carlotta's eyes burning a hole in the top of her head. Before she could let her intimidate her out of saying it, she finished her thought. "The way you feed him now, and the way you want me to help you feed him in the future, is going to keep him malnourished." Carlotta had never evicted someone from her home faster, before making her way to her own blood supply and indulging herself in her guilty pleasure. --------------------------------------------------------

Riddle sobbed quietly into his pillow, not wanting his mother to hear, but he could smell the blood she was drinking from where he was. It was so unfair. He had been so excited all those birthdays ago, because he was finally moving up in the world. He knew, from his reading, that he was meant to have the synthesized blood to make sure he didn't have exposure to anything his body couldn't handle. Around three centuries, he was supposed to have had rodent blood mixed with the synthesized blood, until he was drinking strictly rodent blood. And at five centuries- well the list went on, and he knew it well. Of course he did. His mother made him read all about that, and maths, and science and world history and alchemy and hexes and curses and all manner of things instead of letting him do...anything else. But apparently not even the one thing he thought she had given him was true. "Whyyyyy you cryin?" Riddle startled and suppressed a small scream into his pillow, clinging it close to his chest, panting and terrified at the head and hands poking out from under his blackout curtains. The purple haired boy frowned, and turned his head upside down, further startling Riddle by accident. "What's wrong? 'm just curious. Meowybe I can he-" Riddle threw the pillow too gently to really do anything to the boy, but didn't want to call his mother into his room unless he really had to. When the boy just smiled at him after the pillow, he relaxed a little, not feeling like he was angry. "Y-you have got to go.....you g-got to go before my mama hears you!" He whimpered and curled up as his stomach grumbled. Che'nya tilted his head to the side, his ear flicking a bit in response. "I'll be back little vampy, don't nya worry 'bout good ole Che'nya!" The boy seemed to disappear, leaving Riddle to wonder if that interaction had really just happened or not. A few minutes passed, and he decided to try to sleep again, whimpering softly as he laid back down. However as soon as he got comfortable he heard a bit of a scuffle outside his window and the purple head of hair popped under his curtain again, something in his mouth. Riddle watched, bewildered, horrified and fascinated as the rest of the boys body assembled slowly in his room, before the boy spit out the rat he had in his mouth unceremoniously, it still twitching on the ground, "You know how to eat it, right?" Riddle looked down in disgust at the animal for a moment, before instincts took over. He was just so hungry. In seconds, all that was left of the rat was the pelt and dehydrated husk of what it used to be, and little Riddle panting as he realized just how good and filling the rats blood was compared to whatever his mom gave him. Shakily, unsure, he handed back the remains of the rat, looking up at Che'nya pleadingly with a few tears in his eyes. "I'll getchya some more little vampy. Don't worry. You're not gonna go hungry anymore." ----------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending lmao sjdfhlkjsdf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #monster au #twst monster au #riddle rosehearts #monster au riddle #heartslaybul #monster au heartslaybul #twstober #twsttober

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noah-nathan · 9 months

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Watching The Crowded Room and going in completely blind..

Haven't seen a trailer, no idea what it's even about lol

Here are my thoughts as I move along..

After watching Ep 1, I think:

Danny and his brother where SAed as children, maybe by the stepdad.

Ariana is a sex worker?

His brother either died due to abuse or offed himself because of it.

Ep 2:

Ariana was sexually abused too, I think.

Danny might have Multiple personalities and seems to be unaware about it.

Some charracters might actually be part of his system?

Is the "ghost house" actually his mindspace?

Ep 3:

Yup, multiple personalities!

Yitzhak is definitely one of them!

Jonny probably too & if he is, so must Mike.

Ariana might be aswell, maybe she's his sexual protector & SA trauma holder.

Did he ever have a twin brother, or was he also part of the system?

I love Yitzhak, best protected ever!!

I think Rya, the psychiatrist might suspect him having DiD, but isn't sure yet & the police has no idea.

But how did eye witnesses see Ariana?!

Ep 4:

I think Jack is also part of Danny's system.

Jack seems to be a protector aswell.

I can't tell if his brother was another alter or his actual brother?

All the drawings in his (burned) sketchbook might be of alters.

Oooooo shits 'bout to go down!!

Ep 5:

Gee, straight to the intro, no little scene before that? Is that a good sign or a bad one?

I really hope his mother didn't know what her children where going through.

I love Mario, he's cool!

I feel so sorry for his mom (Candy?) too, she just wanted the best for her baby.. :(

I think Adam was his first protector & trauma holder, not his actual brother.

Ep 6:

I hate how the police officer is talking about poor Danny. :(

I hate the psychiatrists son, he's a brat and a nuisance lol

Hell yeah Jonny, get right outa those cuffs!!

God, I love this woman.. she's an amazing doctor and I NEED her to succeed!!

Why do I kinda like his lawyer?! He's such an asshole lmao

Oh, Danny.. My poor baby.. He's so scared :(

Ep 7:

Yayy, Yitzhak is back!!

Jack, Jonny, Mike, Yitzhak and Ariana confirmed alters, yay!!

Goddam Jonny... At least try to keep it together man >:(

These "psychologists" are so insufferable.. and so is the judge..

I love Yitzhak so much.. please don't let him be gone gone AAaAaa <3

Oh god.. please help him, poor puppy boy :(

Ep 8:

GET OFF MY SVREEN YOU FUCKIN PEDOPHILE PIG PIECE OF SHIT!!

I hope Marlin rots in hell, fucking piece of shit.

I love the directive so much!!

Candy, how could you? How could she cover for that piece of shit?

Oh, I feel bad for Arianas boyfriend.. and for Ariana :(

Why should they try to "get rid of the alters"?? I know that this plays in a different time, but it's so frustrating that the alters aren't really seen as whole ass human beings by the professionals.. :(

Jerome is so sweet and kind, I cant- I want them to be friends forever AAaAaa

If that boy doesn't get the help he needs, I'm going to scream...

Ep 9:

I hate him. I hate Marlin so much.. why do I have to look at him right now?!

How can candy live with herself, protecting this pig????

I hope she fucking turns around and stands up for Danny in the end :(

Stan is such a good guy, I hope he's a great lawyer too.

I hate it.. D.I.D. is real for fucks sake.

The trial just started and I'm already crying..

I'm starting to hate candy, she's acting like a real bitch right now, ngl..

FUCK YEAH CANDY!! GO SAVE YOUR FUCKING SON!!!

Aaand she went home.. goddamn it..

Yay Jerome is back!!

Goddamn.. she's a really good psychologist.

I swear to God Candy, if you mess up again I'm going to scream.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Danny, baby.. no :(

How dare you end the episode like that?!

Ep 10:

Jesus Christ, please don't let my baby die.

God damnit Jack..

I hate his smug fucking grin.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

Oh, If Danny can come back, so could Yitzhak, right? I miss him. :(

"Adam is me" I'm fucking crying again wtf..

I'm on the edge of me seat, please don't jail this boy!!

OH THANK GOD!!!

I can't stop crying aaaaa

If Danny can forgive Candy, I guess I should too.. but I don't wanna >:(

He looks so cute, with all the paint on his shirt. <3

Don't try and make me feel sympathy for Candy.

Hell yeah, no forgiveness for Candy!!!!

I love the friendship of Danny and Rya, they have such great chemistry!

Last thoughts, after doing some research:

They handled this whole theme so respectfully and good!

Tom also did such an amazing job portraying his roles, it's amazing!!

Especially considering that this series and the movie "Split" where apparently based on the same case.. I fucking hated how DiD was portrayed in Split.. Like it's something to fear. Like it makes people violent. And as something fucking supernatural.. I fucking hated that.. But "The Crowded Room" is so honest and respectful.. It's beautiful!

#the crowded room #tom holland #my thoughts while watching #the crowded room spoilers #danny sullivan

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gluttonygirls · 11 months

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Blearily blinking away as the morning light comes through the window, I slowly drag myself to consciousness. The groggy haze of my mind tries to lull my back to sleep, but pushing through the fog I stir. Opening my bleary eyes, I take in my surroundings.

I’m seated on a bed, slumped forward over myself. It’s an enormous thing, three times the size of an Alaskan King Bed. Lifting my head past the comforting red sheets, I catch sight of the sheer beg hangings that surrounded it. The rest of the room was vague through them, only letting sunlight from the window enter. I knew that there was furniture laid out for the other residents of the house, but that hardly mattered to me.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

Sitting up straighter, I wince as the mattress springs creak underneath me. My stay at this place had changed me.

Gone was the little woman that had entered this place. I was outrageously fat. Clad in nothing but my underwear, I could only look down at my huge self. My legs were splayed out in front of her, huge doughy limbs that were layered in fat. Each thigh alone was bigger than most people could get their arms around, with my heavy belly falling between them, resting against the mattress. It was huge and weighty, a dome that tried to tug me forward even as I sat back on my fat ass.

Sighing, my bloated bust rising and falling, two watermelon sized mounds that kept my breathing slow and lustful despite my feelings.

The other thing keeping me in place was the ribbons tied around my wrist. Holding my arms above my head, squishing my fatty biceps against the sides of my face, it only made me feel more hoggish as I was kept helpless.

Waiting, I knew what was coming soon. Sure enough, the telltale clicking of metal wheels sounded outside my room, and I heard the door open. A wide, wide shadow passed by the curtain around my bed, pushing a rattling metal cart. A set up tubby fingers pulled back the curtain, and there I saw my captor.

“Awake already, are we? Normally I would have to waft a doughnut under that nose of yours to wake you~”

Giggling to herself as she sat on the edge of the bed, Yukari hummed in delight. She was enormous, a landwhale of a woman that could probably crush a couch underneath her. Even fatter than me, the top heavy woman’s huge shape could make any woman jealous... so long as you only paid attention to her breasts twice the size of pumpkins.

Lifting up a leg as thick as most barrels, she giggled as she climbed up closer to me, pressing herself against my wide side. “Someone is finally starting to get used to my attention. That’s why I thought we might do something special for a change~”

Another should passes by the other side of my bed, just as wide as Yukari’s silhoutte, and I stare as the curtain is pulled back.

“Long time no see~”

I stare. I know this person, as hugely fat as they are. Watching as their ten foot width squishes down on the other side of the bed, squashing into my other side. Tohru was an old friend, one I had asked to help me gain. She’d recommended I come here to put on a few pounds.

...That was when Yukari had captured me, and fed me relentlessly ever since.

“Sorry if it was a surprise when Miss Yukari caught you, but I knew she’d treat you well! I just thought that this place would be perfect!”

“Considering you’re such a pig~”

I stare at her change in attitude, wincing as one of her hands goes to my gut, rubbing in small circles. I try to protest, to say I’m not a pig I’m a person, but I’m cut off as Yukari’s hand comes to my mouth. Huffing and grunting around a mouthful of pastry, I fight to swallow it down, gasping as I caught a chance to breath.

“Oh, don’t be so nasty to her! She’s be a lovely bit of livestock~” Giving my belly a pat, Yukari smirked. “Most people still try to spit food out after the first couple of days, but she started to scarf it down within the first hour~”

The two of them giggle, and I can’t stop myself from flushing with shame as she feeds me another treat. Swallowing down a dense slice of pie, Tohru’s hand cups my face as she pushes a brownie past my lips. Then Yukari lifts up a wedge of pie... and stops just short of my lips.

Tohru looks at her curiously, but Yukari doesn’t say anything, just leaving the slice in front of me. The mix of apple filling and whipped cream fills my nose, suffices the inside of my mouth. I swallow a bit of drool, staring at it as a piece drips down onto my gut. I lean forward, trying to take a bite, but it’s just out of my reach.

My stomach gurgles.

“I...I need it... p... please...”

Cackling with glee as I bed, Yukari clamps her hand around my face, forcing me to swallow it without chewing. My cheeks bulge as I fight to get it down, gasping as I manage it. The two of them are ecstatic, giggling and squishing even closer to me, their weights pushing me against the headboard of the bed as they fed me faster and faster.

I could barely pay attention to what passed my lips, lost in a sea of calories. I only know the warmth of their heavy bodies squashing me down into the bed, watching as my stomach crept forward inch by inch.

Finally, after what felt like hours, no more food comes. I groan and belch, hiccupping and burping to try and make space in my gut.

“You did a super duper good job with her~”

Leaning up against me, kissing the curve of my belly, I watch as Tohru’s massive hips sway back and forth in delight, the entire bed creaking and swaying as her weight shifted about. Bringing a hand to her absurdly gigantic chest, Yukari tutted.

“Don’t praise me. She’s been an exceptional pig. But she has a long way to go until she’s as big as this mattress~”

A spike of panic stirs me from my stupor, but the pounds upon pounds of food in my belly lull me back against the bed. Yukari titters with laughter as she leans up over me, squishing my head between her boobs. The entire world is lost to me, but as she moves away from smothering me, my arms are free. Flopping against my sides, my bingo wings clapping against my love handles, she giggles.

“We’ll have more fun with that later. For now, you can have a nice nap.”

The two of them stand up, pulling back the curtain as they wobble off. As they pass by, I hear one last thing before a food coma claims me.

“Could I invite some friends over to have lunch with her~?”

#ic #yukari #Tohru #first person #drabble

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yoke9494 · 11 months

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Soft like a Plushie. 🧸 (HanmaXReader)

!!NO MINORS. NSFW!!

* pt 1 out of two. (Hanma pt 1. Baji/Kazutora pt 2.)

(Tiny bit of Chifuyu in the beginning)

*Curvy/Chubby reader

*Pet shop Tora and Chifuyu (Chifuyu's a bit of a pervert)

*Single mom reader

*loss of virginity

*OOC Hanma??

* characters are aged 17+ in the past.

🛑Tw: Bullying, Body shaming. The reader is compared to a pig multiple times.🛑

💕 Always remember, You are you and no one can compare. We are all beautiful in our own way. Love yourself. And always know, I will love you when you can't... I'm yo momma now child. And you are all perfect to me. 💕

Not proofread. 😅

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"Can you speak or what old man?"

Chifuyu stood at the register, gaze locked on his childhood best friend, his captain..

"Baji?"

Baji's brows furrowed. "Huh?.. My name's not Baji. It's L/n Kellen. Are you high or something?"

Chifuyu shook his head. Kellen? Not Keisuke ... L/n not Baji.. But this kid looked so much like him.

He had long black hair, but a little shaggy.. Menacing eyebrows, fanged teeth, the same mischievous smile.. But the longer he looked he also noticed the kids eyes were e/c and his nose was shaped a little differently than his old Captain..

The boy clicked his tongue. "Momma! They don't have it. This old dude over here is just trying to groom me or something!"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Hey, wait! I'm not doing that! I just thought--"

He was cut off by a woman's voice. Soft and sweet. "Kellen stop yelling in the damn store."

Chifuyu's breath hitched. He was too into the order sheets to notice you when you first walked in with this kid.. Was he yours? Nah, he had to be your kid brother or something.

You smiled at him. Cute round face, plump soft lips..

"Sorry about my son." You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture. "He's been running around looking for these cat treats. We can't find them anywhere."

Chifuyu's shoulders dropped. Your kid had a spoiled cat for sure because those were their best selling ones. He sold the last bag this morning.

Swallowing down his nervousness he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. We just sold the last one this morning. The shop won't be restocked till Tuesday."

Kellen sighed. "We have to find another store ma.."

You shook your head. It was already getting late and you still needed to make dinner. Then get ready for your night shift.. "Sorry Kel. They're going to have to be satisfied with this one."

You placed a generic version of the treats for the owner to ring up. He looked like he was trying not to listen while Kellen whined.

"Mom! They won't eat it!"

Turning away to face your son, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You were tired from your shift this morning and Kellen wasn't helping.

He was a good kid when he wanted to be but he quickly got you to that overstimulated point. "Enough Kel. They're stray cats, they'll be grateful with what you give them. These are cheaper anyways..."

Chifuyu's heart broke. The boy cared for strays too.. It was getting too much, he wanted to cry.

Kellen looked up at you and softened his heated gaze. You looked tired. You worked two jobs just to keep a roof over your heads and to keep him clothed and fed. He's not even sure you actually slept..

Poor Momma.. He loved you very much but he wasn't going to tell you that. He couldn't be mushy because he was the man of the house. (Not really, but he likes to think it) He was the one who should be keeping you safe and happy, besides you only get one momma..

That's why his brows pinched together when the old dude started smiling at you a little too much. He was going on about wanting a number or an email so he could let you know when the treats came in. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!

(It was only your email. One you hardly had time to check..)

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Chifuyu waved as you started walking out with your son. He felt like a pervert when his eyes traveled to your backside. What God made you?! Round ass that had a slight jiggle, the way your jeans hugged every inch.. Your thighs! They'd look nice around his waist while he fu---

He let out a small gasp when a little middle finger made itself visible on your lower back. Kellen was basically pushing you out of the store while he glared at Chifuyu. But of course you didn't see it because Kellen mentioned he wanted to hurry home because he was getting hungry.

Chifuyu was so red. He'd put a strawberry to shame. What was wrong with him?! He oggled over you like you were a piece of meat and he was a starving dog! He really needed to find someone to love...

Too into his thoughts he failed to notice the back door opening. Kazutora huffed as he hauled in a heavy box full of new dog bowls. "A little help?"

Chifuyu didn't move an inch.

"HEY!!"

Chifuyu jumped and looked at his struggling friend. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Kazutora noticed Chifuyu was pink all over. "What's wrong with you? Are you constipated again?"

"Huh?! No!"

Tora laughed, "Okay. You don't need to yell."

Chifuyu shook his head. "Sorry.- I just--... I think I may be in love?"

Again Kazutora laughed. "What's his name?"

Chifuyu gave him a dead panned look. "Fuck you! SHE was an angel! So damn curvy with a round cute face, her voice was so soft!.. She-- Wait! I didn't even ask for her name! Fuck!!"

Kazutora just stared at him. "Calm down it's not the end of the world."

Chifuyu thought for a second. "Damn, all I can remember is their last name."

"Their?"

He nodded. "She had a kid with her. I thought it was her brother or something since she looks pretty young but it was her son... L/n Kel?-- Kellen! He was looking for cat treats! You should have seen him too, I swear he looked just like--"

Kazutora cut him off. "Baji? Or me?"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Yeah! Wait- how did you know?! Don't tell me you know her?! Wait! Did you just say you??"

Kazutora had a lost look on his face. "Uh..Wait."

He walked away while Chifuyu stood there dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Kazutora wasn't even gone for a minute. He came back with a shoe box. Something he left under his desk for safe keeping.

Chifuyu peaked over his shoulder. It was full of letters, all from Kazutora's time in prison.

"Did you see which way she walked? Or the car she had?"

He furrowed his brows. "No but she gave me her email? For when we have the cat treats in stock."

He held up the paper, only for Kazutora to swipe it out of his hands.

"Hey! You'll lose it-"

A yellow envelope was placed into his hand. Chifuyu was awed at the little drawing on the corner. A Small blue cat silhouette was chasing a mouse..

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Kazutora didn't even glance his way. He brought out his phone and began writing an email. He's been looking for you ever since he got out. Only to run into dead ends.

"Read it Chifuyu..."

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Kazutora felt like he was being judged. The shop was closed long ago but Chifuyu stayed in his spot and just stared..

"I can't-- you and Baji? Baji and you.. To that poor angel?--- What was she doing with that asshole?"

Kazutora shrugged. " No clue, but that's how we first met her. Listen, we were stupid okay. You know during the whole Valhalla thing-- We were stupid teenagers who saw a pretty girl and thought with their dicks... She gave her consent though! We didn't do anything to hurt her or against her will."

Chifuyu shook his head. A little disappointed in both of them. Baji wasn't the smartest at times but how could he be so carless? Why didn't he say anything? Did he know? Surely if he did, he'd still be here.. "Well, at least we know he's not yours. I mean, he was almost a perfect copy of Baji. Just his mom's eyes and nose." (*And a lighter version of you if you are POC. 🤎)

Kazutora felt a little disappointed.. but he shoved that down because that meant at least they had a small piece of Baji still walking around on this earth.

"I hope she checks her email soon.."

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(Let's take you back to the beginning.. Age 17.)

The bell that marked the end of the day rang about 20 minutes ago. But here you stood in the bathroom trying to clean your stained face. Your father had sent you a makeup kit for your birthday.

Well more like his new wife sent it to you.. He most likely forgot.

You spent all weekend practicing. At first you looked like a clown but eventually you got the hang of it. For once you felt pretty. You were actually excited to come to school as the new you!

But that didn't last long.. The same people who made your life miserable saw it as an opportunity to break your spirit a little more today.

You could handle the names all the girls called you. Piggy, Pork chop, Fatty. You've always been a little bigger than others, even your own mother called you something similar. After a while it didn't hurt so much.

The boys were a different story though. They were a little meaner... Mentally but more physically.

You hated the school uniforms. The skirt was above your knees and the shirts were too tight. Your mother hated that she had to pay extra when it came to your clothes.

Your thighs would be constantly pinched. Your breast would be grabbed. They harshly poked at your stomach or tried to reach under your skirt to grab your ass or as they like to call it "bacon".. All while making oinking noises..

Every teacher you told looked the other way. When you told your mother she basically laughed.

"Look at you. What boy in their right mind would bother? Stop lying for attention."

That's why when a new guy stopped you in the halls and asked if you could help him.

You ran the other way, you were slowly developing a fear of the male gender...

You left the poor guy shocked and alone.. That was the last of him.

NOT!

The guy kept bothering you.. You didn't have many friends, after constantly getting bullied, you ended up just keeping to yourself. You didn't trust anyone at all, male or female.

But the guy kept trying to sit with you while you ate lunch. He tried to walk you home. He tried to ask for your number or if you'd like to hang out on the weekend.

You kept telling him no. You told him to leave you alone because you knew he was just messing with you.

Probably a dare or something stupid...

He was fit and tall. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He was smart and handsome. It had to be a trick!

And it was...

After your torment you walked home with your head down. Eyes swollen from crying, a bit of smudged black liner under your eyes. You felt like a sad fat raccoon..

Your body had hit something hard and you stumbled back. You were about to say sorry but a familiar mocking snort made you look up.

5 guys stood in front of you with teasing smirks.

"Awe poor piggy. Did you bruise your bacon?"

"Look at the cracks her fat ass made on the sidewalk!!"

And what didn't shock you the body you ran into was the same guy who constantly bothered you. When it came to sensing when people were lying to you, well you were a champ. You've never been wrong..

He smiled down at you and kicked at your thigh. Trying to flip your skirt over. You flinched and held it down.

Usually you'd talk back, you'd fight back.. but today-- today you just felt hopeless. They could hear it in your voice. "Please just leave me alone. I just want to go home.."

You slowly tried to get back up..

"Aww what's wrong?"

One of the guys pushed you back down to the sidewalk by your shoulders. The one in front of you pushed your nose up with his finger to imitate a pig's snout.

All phones pointed at you as he began to sing a mocking song. 🎶"I got a knife, I got a fork. All I need is some pork, pork, pork.."🎶 it was a stupid song, usually you'd just roll your eyes and run home.. But the second they started making oinking noises, tears started to flow and your blood boiled..

You were at your breaking point.

You bit the inside of your cheek and made a fist. One of them noticed.

"Aww! Look we made piggy mad!"

"You think she'll start sizzling?"

The guy in front of you playfully pulled at your tear stained cheeks. "Oin--"

He didn't get to finish his insult. Instead...

He doubled over and began to cough. His fit grew so violent that he began to gag.

The other males just stood there with their mouths hung open... Your fist flew to the guys crotch so fast. They were all sure they heard a *pop* when you hit him. Was it his balls? Did they shatter? Or did you break your fingers?

"I fucking hate you! I hate all of you!"

You got up while the guy was on his knees. Your heel connected to his jaw and he flew back.

The males watched you for a good few seconds as you began to beat their friend with you bag. His face rapidly swelled from all the heavy books you carried around.

One finally snapped out of his daze. "You fat little bitch!--"

You felt hands grab onto your hair but they never pulled? When you fully turned around your eyes went wide.

What was this thing standing over them?

The other males were laid out on the ground. All groaning in pain or unconscious. You couldn't see what he looked like but you could tell he was a lanky one.

He held the guy (who you assumed had tried to yank you by your hair) by the neck. He let out a teasing giggle. "Hey now, that's not very nice. You should apologize to the pretty girl yeah?."

You backed away when your eyes landed on his tattooed hands. 'Sin and punishment?'

Nobody in your school had tattoos like that. Great, another crazy one...

(Like you just didn't almost beat one of them to death with a math book..)

A groan left someone's mouth when you backed up and stepped on their hand.

The guy turned and smiled at you. "Where ya going princess? ♡"

Fuck this, and fuck that.

You ran... All the way home.

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You learned his name was Hanma Shuji..

How? Well after that day he didn't leave you alone.

You did the same song and dance with this one.. "Leave me alone." "No thank you." "I can walk by myself." "I have to go home." "I don't want your candy, that's how you wake up in a tub of ice with your kidney missing."

He didn't fall for it. Everytime you turned he was there. Every morning he was in front of your house. Every day after school he was waiting by the gates..

Funny thing was, no one really bothered you anymore. And you were sure it was because of him. The girls who made fun of you always ran the other way, the boys didn't look at you but you did notice a few black eyes and broken arms..

What did Hanma want from you?

You kept your head down as Hanma slowly followed you home on his motor bike. He's been trying to get you to ride with him for 3 days now.

"Come on. I won't go fast." (Lies)

You shook your head. "I'm too heavy. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shrugged. "Not right now. Come on. Get on and I'll take you somewhere?"

You stopped and looked at him. Hanma wasn't bad looking, you really liked his eyes. He had a goofy smile and big ears and weird hair.. but you found it all cute. He was too cute.. Which is why you weren't falling for it.

You sighed. "Listen, just lie to your friends and say you did whatever it is they dared you to do. Get your money or bragging rights, whatever.. You don't have to keep bothering with me and pretending to be nice.."

He tilted his head.. There was that smile again.. "You're not a bother? And I don't need money. I'm just trying to hang out with you."

You rolled your eyes. He was good at lying. "Why? So we can look like the number 10 when we stand by each other? You don't even know me. I've never seen you before, you don't go to my school.. Just go away."

His smile dropped. "Well if you let me I would have known you better by now. I had to get your name from some dude I beat up.. And it's cause I think you're cute. Like a soft plushie you get in one of those claw machines y'know."

That was a first... "Uh, thank you? I think?"

He smirked. "You're welcome! Now, get on or I'll get off and make you. ♡"

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Where you were Hanma wasn't far behind. Even if he wasn't physically there, someone from Valhalla was acting as his eyes and ears when it came to you.. (but you didn't know that)

Speaking of Valhalla...

You knew he was in a gang but that was about it. It was fine, for the first time you felt like you had a friend. Even though he was a little scary, liked to beat up people for fun, a little mean-- Okay. He was just mean, mean.. But it was never aimed twords you so you looked the other way.

Even though you still didn't fully understand why he liked being around you. This friendship could work...

Or so you thought?

Hanma only confused you further when he took you out for ice cream. Even though he never made a snarky remark about how much you ate or anything. It took you a while to get comfortable enough to eat in front of him. Which he didn't understand because he ate twice as much as you did every time.

(Where did it all go?...)

Too into your ice cream you didn't notice Hanma staring at you. Having already finished his, he noticed a roge sprinkle get stuck in the side of your lip. You weren't a dirty girl so you reached for a napkin but he wasn't having any of that.

You gasped when he licked the side of your mouth. When you didn't pull away he took that as an okay to go farther..

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Hanma was experience when it came to this stuff, but you? Not so much. The day he took you out for ice cream was your first kiss together. It was probably the 100th one for Hanma but the very first for you.

That kiss turned into longing touches, holding hands, and more heavy things...

Hanma took every chance he could to get you in his lap. He always ignored the small protests and words of you saying you were "too heavy".

He usually shut you up when he turned you around and had you grinding against him. Every time you squirmed he dug his nails into your plush thighs and kept you right where you belonged. Using you to get himself off. It's not like you ever complained though, 1. You liked it and 2. the feeling of someone (who looked like Hanma) wanting you was enough to send your tiny ego on overdrive. And that sadistic side of him liked the fact he had a cute girl wrapped around his finger.

It was fine...

But after a while, it wasn't enough for him and he was getting bored... Well, more like impatient.

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It was the weekend and you were home... Alone. Again.

Your mother had gone out on a date that probably ended up with her going to his house or a sleezy hotel.

How much do you wanna bet that this one was already married too?... They always were..

You haven't heard from Hanma all day but you quickly learned that's usually expected of him. He usually went M.I.A for a day or two but you always got some form of apology.

(A teddy bear that he probably stole, snacks he took from someone. He always claimed he thought of you though..)

But sometimes you couldn't help but think...

What the hell does he do? Is it gang stuff? Is he with other girls? Could you be mad about that? It's not like you labeled whatever this was between the two of you. He still treated you like he usually did, only with extra touching?

' Maybe he found someone skinnier to hang out with? '

You shook your head. It's been a while since you put yourself down. You could hear Hanma scolding you in your head.*"How many times do I have to tell you to knock that shit off? You're perfect for someone like me. That's all you need."* Then he'd flick your forehead and move on.

He wasn't the greatest with words but at least he tried..

You made a face a rubbed between your brows. It was like he was actually there..

And he was... Ish?

Eventually you got tired of waiting up for your mom. She was grown and had her own key. If she stumbled down the steps you'll hear about it in the morning.

You were in between consciousness and dream land when loud *Taps* made you jump. You looked at your window but no one was there. You're mind automatically went to the boogie man..

You shook your head and scoffed. "Come on Y/n.. You're too old to be thinking like that. It's probably just the neighbors.."

But that kind of thinking didn't help since you shut your eyes tight and threw your blanket over your head.

*Tap, tap, tap*

' Boogie man, boogie man, Slenderman! '

They seemed to have gotten louder...

"Y/n open the damn sliding door!"

..... That wasn't your mom! It sounded like...

You jumped out of bed so fast. What was he doing here?!

You rounded the corner to the living room, sure enough, a tall silhouette stood in front of the door leading to the balcony. A low glow lit up his face when he took a drag from his cigarette.

You slid open the door and whisper yelled like your mom was home and she'd find you with a boy and laugh.. "What are you doing here-- How did you even get up here Hanma?! I'm on the 5th floor!"

He shrugged. "Fire escape. It's a good thing too. The one at the bottom was stuck from rust, I could have just saved your life." He laughed at your lost face before dropping his smoke and stepping on it. "You gonna let me in Princess or was all that climbing for nothing.?"

You looked cute when you scrambled away from the door and let him in. He looked around.

The space was nice and clean, even though it was dark he could see a bit of everything thanks to the light from the fish tank you had.

One loney gold fish in a huge tank? Weird...

He walked towards the hall. "Which ones yours?"

Before you could answer his eyes locked onto a f/c door. It was decorated with stickers and a small poster. "Nevermind, found it!"

He walked straight in and giggled when he turned on the light. "How cute."

Your room was really... You? Hanma honestly didn't know what he was expecting. He half expected to see a lot of school stuff, math posters, cute girly things and all that crap.

Nope.

He flopped on your bed and sighed. It was soft and smelled just like you. He looked up and saw you still standing at your door way. "Why you being shy? Want me to leave?"

You shook your head. "No! But uhm? What are you doing here? It's not that I don't want you here but you usually text me-- and my mom--"

His laugh cut you off. "I missed you. Plus I wasn't busy so, here I am. And I just happened to see your stumbling mom going into a bar a while ago. I didn't want my girl to be home all alone."

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was out drinking. It's not like you needed her tomorrow or anything- so much for spending the day together. Why couldn't she just love you? When your dad was around she-- nevermind. That life is over now.. If you ever had kids, you'd never put them last..

"Hey. Come here."

You looked up. Hanma still laid on your bed. Right in the middle of it.. His long limbs making your full sized bed look tiny.

You finally stepped into your own room. Hesitantly walking up to the side of your bed.

Hanma grabbed the end of your night shirt and twisted the fabric around his finger. It just rested at the middle of your thighs. "You always sleep like this?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I sleep hot so it's comfortable.. I can change-"

"Did I tell you to change?"

You shook your head. "No-- but- You haven't seen this much of me.. I don't even have a bra on. It's not right--"

Hanma clicked his tongue.

"Lay with me."

You furrowed your brows. "Can you move over then? You're taking up all the room."

He shook his head and tapped his thigh. "Sit right here."

You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "Don't you dare start that "I'm ToO HeAvY" shit. Sit on me Y/n."

You grumbled under your breath and tried not to embarrass yourself as you climbed on top of him. "You don't need to be so mean about it."

He let out his teasing giggle. "I have to be a little mean. It's the only way you'll listen."

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Sitting turned into a heavy make out session. That session turned into you grinding against his thigh, him doing the same to you..

It didn't take long for Hanma to end up on top of you, a place he's been dreaming of being... Right between your thick thighs.

The head of his cock slowly enters your wet folds. Pushing up against your tight entrance.

Your hands covered your face as you let out a small pained yelp.

That wouldn't do.. He wanted to see everything. But you were so embarrassed! You had begged him to turn off the lights when he yanked your shirt off and sucked in your nipples like a starved child, leaving marks to remind you that you were his. You begged him not to look when your underwear was torn and thrown to the side, twitching from just him spreading you open to see what was about to belong to him. You apologized over and over again when your plush thighs squeezed around his poor head, but Hanma never stopped his tongue from attacking your clit, he never slowed his fingers that curled deep inside of you.. Not until he had you cumming in his mouth. Sweet like the candy he always brought over when he apologized for leaving you by yourself for so long..

Sin and Punishment grabbed your own hands and pinned them to the side of you head. He wanted to see every face you made for him, hear every little sound. (And secretly making sure he doesn't hurt you anymore then he has to.)

"Tell me if I need to stop okay?" A small lie to make you more comfortable. His head was just pushing into your entrance and he could tell you were struggling.

All you could do was nod.

"Deep breath for me baby, relax for me.."

The second the air of your hot room filled your lungs you felt him slowly push in. You were so wet it was no trouble for him, treating it like a bandaid and shoving himself in one go. Why prolong the pain and make you suffer by taking his time? He knew what to do, he's done this many times before. The only strange thing was, he didn't really care about their comfort.. but you?

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. He kissed away the tears that managed to slip from your waterline. He was dying to move! Your warm walls sucking him in, struggling to get used to the foreign object.

"Shhh, I got you."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he set a slow pace. Only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. Your pained noises were swallowed by him when he brought his body down so his lips could meet yours.

He smiled when he could feel you trying to buck your hips against his. Those little yelps of pain slowly turning into breathy moans.

Short shallow thrust became a little more harsher. His hips slamming into the back of your thighs. Your wet cunt made the lewdest noises, it was driving him insane..

Hanma felt a sense of pride when you whined out his name. His hands roaming down your arms to your tits. Squeezing them before moving on to your belly. This was his favorite part. How was it that your body was soft all over?

He settled on your hips, digging his nails into the doughie flesh. Driving himself more deeper, faster, harder. He wanted to be deep inside your belly.

You wanted to look away but you knew he'd be angry. What if he stopped? Oh God you did want him to stop.

The band in your stomach tightened even more when you looked up at him. Eyes heavy, pupils dilated, a small blush spread across his cheeks. The pants and small groans of your name leaving his mouth. Sweat rolled down his neck from the heat your bodies shared. His usual spike hair now laid flat on his forehead.

Your eyes traveled down to where the both of you met. His cock forcing its way in and out of your puffy pussy. Your slick coating him, rolling down his thighs and onto your bed sheets. You watched the muscles on his stomach twitch and flex. His hard body fucking into your soft one. It was becoming too much...

Hanma gritted his teeth when your soft walls began to squeeze his cock for all he's got. He hasn't even gotten to turn you over and have you from the back yet. He made the mistake of following your line of sight. A low moan left the back of his throat when he saw the ring of white decorate the base of his dick.

A pathetic whine left your mouth before he started to roll his hips, dick so deep inside you felt a small pick of pain mixing into your high. Both the pain and over stimulation causing another orgasm to rip through you.

You nearly screamed from the new found pleasure but Hanma lips smashed into yours. Tongues swirling together while breathing in one another's moans. The way Hanma went from low grunts to breathy moans and high whines made you shiver. Quickly pulling out his body nearly collapsed on yours, but he weakly held himself up.. You could feel his warm release dripping down the outside of your cunt. His softening length twitched against your sensitive clit. He whined as he caught his breath, burying his face into your neck so you wouldn't see his flustered face.

He's never sounded so beautiful? Soft? Venerable?...

If only you could hear his thoughts about you. All the dirty things he didn't get to do. He just got too lost in you... But that's okay, there's always next time... ♡

The world was a boring place for him. The people are even more boring... He hated feeling calm, at peace.

But now he laid on his soft fluffy girl... The only sound he focused on was your calming heartbeat making his eyes heavy. He found himself rolling the both of you over. Arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close to his chest. Legs tangled together..

He didn't bother to clean you off. You'll just get dirty again pretty soon. But for now? He just wanted to hold you.

For once Hanma Shuji. The Reaper himself, didn't mind calm...

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Ghost party ; Mack & Lil

PARTIES:@the-lil-exorcist and @realmackross TIME: Halloween WHERE: Eluria Cemetery SUMMARY: Lil goes to stop some ghost nonsense, unfortunately Mackenzie gets caught up in it. Fortunately, Sarah seems to like Lil. WARNINGS: None!

Mackenzie had always enjoyed Halloween. It had been one of her favorite times of the year, but being a zombie just somehow made it feel different. Well, that and having to work, but she did get to dress up, and it was pretty fun seeing all the little goth and emo kids rocking out anything but goth and emo. The Barbie goths dressed in pink were her favorite. She had decided to go for a classic - Carrie after being covered in blood. Fake blood of course. She may have eaten human brains, but there was no way she was using real pig's blood just for the aesthetic. She wasn’t that kind of girly.

As she walked out into the brisk night air after her shift at Dance Macabre, Mack took in the sights and sounds around her. People seemed to still be out in full force, despite it being a Tuesday night, and she couldn’t help but laugh enjoying the festivities of it all. The one person she had longed to see though, that night, had been Elora, and the thought had crossed her mind to go see the woman who she already deemed as her girlfriend in her mind. But with it being already so late, she had opted to end her night with a haunted stroll through Eluria Cemetery - nevermind the fact that it was the preferred hangout spot for vampires. But she was already dead and none-the-wiser about what she was about to walk into. Plus, it was still Halloween for at least another thirty minutes.

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Lil hated halloween, and it wasn’t really for the decorations or atmosphere. In fact, she liked the idea of halloween a lot - but execution of it usually meant that the exorcist was dealing with calls all night. She had tried to stop it, insisting that she wasn’t going to take any calls until November second - but she always ended up caving.

So, in spite of herself and dressed in a suit instead of her regular attire she was again called out to deal with a haunting. Pulling her hair back she muttered under her breath for a moment ducking at the gates so the ghost couldn’t see her. They were already throwing things - and she had a feeling a lot of ghosts got pissed at teenagers again. She should get a hold of some before they started body hopping again.

God she hated Halloween.

“Hey - you - you’re not going to want to go in there. Ghosts are trying to throw anything that’s not too heavy -” Lil said, calling to Mack who seemed to not have seen the swirling. “I wouldn’t go in there tonight.”

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As she stood at the gates of the cemetery, her mind quickly shot to Winter. This would have been somewhere that she knew her ex-best friend would have loved. Well, maybe now that the seeing ghosts thing was actually real. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure how Winter had been doing with all of that. It had become a sort of whirlwind after the sleepover and then when Mackenzie confessed her secret about Brody to Winter, all bets were called off. Two months without her best friend had been hard, and she had even missed Henry.

With her mind preoccupied, she had failed to hear the person calling out to her. And instead, continued on her trek into the cemetery. It was somewhat ironic though that the thing distracting her was about to be the thing that–

Before Mackenzie could go any further, she had noticed a bouquet, no, several bouquets of fake flowers coming her way, “Hey! What the fuck? Who threw those?!” Looking around, she finally realized what the woman had been trying to warn her about. With wide eyes, she slowly looked around to find more than enough transparent looking people staring back at her, and without any hesitation, the young zombie took off running further into the cemetery to get away from the spirits that were now chasing her.

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Lil sighed as the other wasn’t really paying attention to her as she tried to grab her attention, the ghosts rather pissed off at the intrusion of the corporeal in their space. Usually an upset ghost or two would be outmatched by the rest trying to calm them down but the teens this year had really messed up the balance.

So now the reaper had to step into the fray again. Calling out again to the other woman she yelled, “Ghost - Hey come back here. You’re about to enter a really bad time. - Fuck,” Lil managed before the flowers were thrown at her. “Hey Jean - that was fucked up and you know it. Come on man, you remember me. I’m the one with the brother - pink - okay - yeah they aren’t going to listen to me please come back over here Lady.” She said ducking behind a tree. “They are pissed today. I’m hoping you aren’t one of the people who has been trying to summon them yeah? ”

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Mackenzie frantically ran around the graveyard dodging headstones left and right, even managing to leap over a few like they were hurdles with a tuck and roll on occasion. She had trained for this for nearly all of her life, and it could have easily been something that looked like it was straight out of a movie. However, every hero must have their downfall, and Mack’s suddenly came as her toe caught on the top of a headstone; her dead body starting to tire out. As she went down, the ghost that had decided to try and scare her from the front had suddenly found itself in a new home – Mackenzie’s body.

Moaning, the twenty-five year old, slowly climbed back to her feet, but something was different. It felt…off. Mack didn’t feel like herself. In fact, this wasn’t Mack at all, “What…where…” The current inhabitant took control of Mack’s hands and began feeling all over. Legs, arms, torso, face…And soon they pulled out Mackenzie’s phone making an effort to find the camera. With selfie mode intact, they let out an excited scream, “I AM BEAUTIFUL!!!! Look at me?! Just look at me!!!” Without hesitating the ghost began snapping pictures of herself making duck lips and flirty eyes.

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Lil stalled realizing that the - “Oh fuck you weren’t human were you.” She climbed over to where the person who was absolutely being possessed now. She ducked trying to think of a plan. It usually didn’t happen like this, usually there was a struggle and a fight, which only meant that the Lady who had run in was probably not a human. Probably - it would come to her eventually. What mattered now was she had to get that ghost out of her.

Standing up and thinking Lil sighed and decided this might work. Pulling up her hair and trying to make herself look - less annoyed she ducked and did a double take going up to the woman.

Moving closer Lil put her hands behind her back smiling as she approached trying to get the ghost not to bolt possessing someone. “Hey - I know this is sudden but could I get your number, Gorgeous?” Lil said moving closer looking friendly. “I was just walking by and I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you. I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

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“Just call me Sarah from now on boys.” Sarah, with a very suppressed and struggling Mackenzie, turned off the phone and shoved it back in her pocket. As she walked forward, she made sure to keep a little wiggle in her step to impress all the other ghosties who were watching in awe of how she had so easily possessed Mackenzie in the first place. But the voice behind her, made Sarah jump.

Quickly turning on her heels, she noticed the shorter woman slowly approaching her. Sarah was cautious, her eyes narrowed. It was as if this…human? Had just appeared out of nowhere, but it didn’t take long for Sarah to realize she could now be seen. She was solid, after all, and wearing this meat suite meant she had a connection back to the human world. Which also meant she could have fun as long as she kept her new body in good condition, “Oh, really…you think I’m gorgeous? How come I’ve never seen you around here…” She kept her eyes trained on the woman, cautiously stepping backwards as Lil stepped forwards, however, unable to hide the smile spreading across her face.

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“Oh I’m new in town,” Lil said lightly, looking the other up and down promising she would absolutely say sorry to the person whose body this was. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind, as Lil was pretty sure she was older than her. “I’m actually an artist who’s just passing through town and I was just sketching over there.”

Lil pointed to a bench awhile away. “You looked really pretty standing in the moonlight so I had to come talk to you. Names Laura by the way. Sorry if my approach was too strong.” Lil said chuckling,holding her hands up to show she wasn’t going to move closer. “What’s your name Gorgeous? Why are you out here in a cemetery?”

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It was like having a front row seat to a trainwreck, and Mackenzie couldn’t stop watching. Whatever Sarah did or said, Mack did or said. And right now, Sarah was being oddly turned on by this stranger who was trying to act all coy and innocent. Oh come on. Do you really believe she’s telling the truth? You’re in my body…use my brain! I’ve been acting a lot longer. I actually know how all of this works, ya dipshit. Mackenzie wanted to growl in frustration, but couldn’t. Instead, all she could do was watch Sarah approach the stranger, err, “Laura…That’s a lovely name. My name’s Sarah.”

The ghost bit at her bottom lip, “You really think I’m pretty.” She kicked at some gravel, before looking back up. Her modest flirting game was strong. “Well, I was just drawn here…by the pull of…the spirits…” The pull of the spirits?! I would say fucking kill me, but I’m already dead. “They just had this…hold on me…you know?” Sarah continued to let Laura flatter her. “Do you think you could maybe draw me? Something like one of Jack’s French girls in Titanic?” You’re aging yourself, Sarah…

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“Aw you think?” Lil said, smiling brightly, and not at all like herself. She wasn’t a particularly strong actress, but she’d gotten out of enough trouble with police that she was good on the spot. Keeping her eyes on the ghost in the human she nodded. “Sarah - I like that. It’s a great name for you.”

Lil nodded softly not lowering her gaze, being more confident then she would actually be. “Yes you really are pretty.” The person was clearly was but well Lil was just trying to get her to come closer. She really didn’t like making personal statements like this usually.

“Oh? Spirits?” Lil said looking around like she didn’t see ghosts. “You think there are some here? I’ve always wanted to talk to one. Oh I understand I love spending time in cemeteries for the same thing.” Lil said looking sheepish as she lifted her hand to scratch her neck slightly wanting to see how Sarah would react. “ Oh - I mean I’d love to draw you.” Lil said, her eyes looking calmly at Sarah. “I - kinda left my sketch pad over there but um - maybe just a portrait for now?” Lil said with a wink. “I don’t know if I could quite paint you like one of Jack’s girls, but I’d like to do this at least.”

Lil watched hoping Sarah would come closer holding out her hand as if she was a little shy.

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Sarah had been a ghost since the 90s. For lack of a better term, she was horny. And if Laura needed some lovin’ in her life, then Sarah would be that - Dear God. Help me. Please help me. Somebody. Anybody! Can anybody hear- “Thank you. It’s like Sarah Jessica Parker, you know? She played this really hot witch in this movie, and I just think it’s so cool that my parents did something right.” She rolled her eyes laughing.

“Duh, I know there are spirits here. I can feel it, like, in my bones.” The more comfortable Sarah got, the closer she moved towards Laura. “Have you ever played with a Ouija Board? We could try that sometime.” Yeah, go ahead. Why don’t you tell her you’re a spirit! Let her know who you really are! Then maybe she can get- “But first, um, I would totally love to be drawn by you. I bet you’re so talented.”

Seeing Laura stick out her hand, Sarah reached out to grab it, “Then maybe we can get pizza and go back to your place?”

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“Oh yeah I think I’ve seen that,” Lil said pretending not knowing that movie as Sarah came closer she smiled encouragingly. “Oh really? Yeah - I did hear something about ghosts around here.” Lil hated Ouija Boards, but widened her eyes, “Oh no I haven’t - maybe we could do that later. If you think it won't be too scary. I know how I look but, I’m actually a scaredy cat.”

Jonas was absolutely going to lose it later, but she somehow managed to keep her composure as the ghost got close. Not wanting to scare the person the ghost was in she thought on her feet knowing she didn’t want to end up having to actually take Sarah to a secondary location. She was pretty sure the other was already scared.

So Lil took her hand gently and said softly, “Yeah that would be nice although I am staying in a hotel right now. Could you do a favor for me before though. Just a tiny one. You look really pretty in the moonlight and I want to take a picture. I think you’d be perfect for one of my pieces - It would only take a second.” Lil said, tilting her head innocently looking hopeful. “If you could stand still for me with your eyes closed, I think it would look just perfect.”

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“Really? Who’s your favorite character? Mine’s Sarah of course.” She giggled and let out a snort on accident when Laura mentioned ghosts. “You want to know a secret?” Oh seriously? You’re gonna listen to me? Go ahead. TELL HER what you are. Besides the aforementioned dipshit. I’m sure she’ll love hearing you’re a ghost. Dumbass. “I’m an expert at them. I’ll keep you safe.” Expert my possessed ass.

Sarah continued to move forward. At this point it was more of a shitshow than a horror show, and if Mackenzie could laugh, she would. But it was so odd. It was as if the longer this went on the weaker she could feel herself becoming, and she didn’t like it. But she could tell that this Laura person had a plan. She had been warning Mack not to go into the cemetery after all. Sarah just needed to keep believing the lie.

Following Laura’s lead, Sarah stepped forward, “I mean lots of things happen in hotels. Doesn’t mean it’s bad.” She wiggled her eyebrows hoping Laura caught on. Like OMG, gag me with a spoon and then shove it down my throat the rest of the way. God, I wish I could roll my eyes right now. Stupid ghost. “Totally.” Once she was in the perfect spot, she wiggled just a little getting comfortable, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Like this?”

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“Sarah Jessica Parkers Character” Lil said lightly hoping that the ghost wasn’t really going to push her on that. “Oh yeah I love secrets,” Lil said with a smile leaning in and nodding. “Okay. I mean I don’t have a reason to think you're not an expert.”

Lil internally was happy that the ghost fell for it, hoping not to scare the girl who might be watching as she slipped her hand out of hers and nodded. “Oh - Fantastic. I’m sure you’re going to love the piece.” She grabbed her phone out of her bag palming the small bag of salt she needed in her other hand easily.

“Yes, perfect. Hold still, Gorgeous,” Lil said softly, her hand getting out salt as she slowly went around her making sure not to touch the other. “Perfect. Just perfect.” She said the line was closing as she stepped back.

“Okay you can open your eyes now - although you might want to keep them closed.” Lil said as she grabbed onto her necklace her voice going back to her normal register as she dropped the act. “Sorry, Sarah. I know what you are and you can’t stay in that body.”

Lil was a little sorry at least, but not enough to not exorcize the ghost to give the other back her body. “I’m just going to push you out okay? You can try to go on peacefully after this. Now don’t move or the salt might be uncomfortable.”

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Sarah absolutely loved this new life she was living. She had found a hot girl in 0.2 seconds of being in some random hot girl’s body. That hot girl has a name, and it’s MACKENZIE. Bitch. She was going to be the muse to someone’s masterpiece and even star in her own photoshoot. And as she stood with her eyes closed, she continued to listen to Laura’s instructions until she realized the tone of her voice had changed.

Quickly opening her eyes, Sarah looked down to find the salt circle, “What the fuck?! YOU BITCH! You lied to me?! I thought we had something special! I was going to rock your world!” Yeah, more like she rocked yours…with rock salt. But enough with the chit-chat, can you please just get this thing out of me!? I’m getting so tired.

Ignoring the warning about the salt, Sarah headed straight towards the drawn out circle, until she felt a strong barrier send her backwards, and one that Mackenzie had felt too. Fuck me! Uh, let's not do that again! Please! “Why are you doing this to me? It’s not like I’m hurting anybody! Besides, I deserve to have a body too!”

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“Yeah, I did. Sorry about that. I’m sure it would be fun, but what can I say I don’t like spectators. Bum bum tiss,” Lil said, going to sit down in front of the circle. She looked a little concerned as the ghost tried to pass through the salt. Starting to murmur the ritual of removal she started to ignore the other as the words started her hand on her necklace, the locket smooth in her hand.

She would respond, telling her that she wasn’t trying to be mean. She just knew that the girl that body deserved to have a body too. It was as simple as that. Honestly, she wished she couldn’t hear ghosts in bodies too. It always seemed to make this more complicated than when she couldn’t hear them. Closing her eyes she continued her hand on the ground as she did so her voice getting a little louder when she finished the chant standing up.

Surging forward she went to make sure the girl didn’t move. “Hey - hey Lady. Don’t move okay? From the circle until I get a pouch out of my pocket. You’re not human right? You’re uh one of them - undead?” Lil said, trying to figure out the word as she went to her pocket. “Ghosts really like your kind and you have to be careful. I have a pouch of a thing that will help you not get possessed again, it won’t be for long but it’ll get you out of here. Also - names Lil. Sarah’s going to be pissed but she can’t possess you again if you keep this bag with you leaving.”

Moving her hand to the bag Lil murmured a ritual the feeling of a ritual jolting through her hand as she got it the other. She could also sense that Sarah was right there pissed, but she couldn’t hear her anymore.

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Hearing the chant, Sarah could feel herself getting weaker. She didn’t like it. She liked having a hold over this human’s body; though she didn’t enjoy the smell of rotting flesh that she caught a whiff of every now and then. But the woman was still hot and would have made Sarah an absolute babe back when she had still been alive. And as much as she wanted to protest it all, she just didn’t have the strength.

But on the flip side, Mackenzie could feel herself getting stronger. It was nice starting to have her decaying body back. And the closer she got to being herself again, the better she was able to listen to, “It’s nice to meet you, Lil. Officially and not via Sarah. I’m Mackenzie.” At this point she didn’t care if Lil knew her secret. The woman had helped to save her from disappearing, and the most she could do was oblige in what was being asked of her, “Yeah, zombie. And I will gladly stay here, until it’s safe to go.”

Looking around, she could see the other members of the cemetery keeping their distance. And once Mack was free to leave, she’d be moving a little bit faster than how she had entered.

When Lil was finished, Mackenzie looked down to see the bag, “I’d say you’re a lifesaver, but you know.” She laughed softly.

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Lil chuckled at that, “Nice to meet you Mackenzie. And that’s what it is - yeah you should be careful around ghosts.” She now recalled her dad’s information on that, and while he was annoying he usually wasn’t wrong about things like this.

Giving the pouch she let go of the other letting her stand up and situate herself a smile on her face. “Hey, no worries. Also - I am sorry I was flirting, I just didn’t want to freak you out by you know grabbing you. I hope you’re not insulted. Let's get out of here before I have to exorcize a whole cemetery.``

Lil looped her bag back onto her shoulder, and ignored Sarah who was in fact still trying to get her attention as she nodded towards the exit. “Just keep that pouch in your hand and - well I hope next time we meet you aren’t possessed.”

#para: Mack #all that is shown to me; paras #rip to sarah you were funny #this was a lot of fun to do thank u Sunny #Lil: I can flirt my way out of this I know I can

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annachum · 1 year

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If Namor x Shuri were to actually become canon

I can totally see them having a slow burn former foes/rivals/political allies to lovers dynamic

Like :

. Being political allies had them work together in diplomacy and international relations related matters and such and find that they have even more in common than one may think

. Namor got his eyes opened to even more types of surface dwellers and realizes that....not all of them are like the Spanish colonisers that killed his dad 🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺😭😭

. Namor eventually admitting that he feels guilty for inadvertently causing Ramonda's death ( THE ANGST )

. EVERYONE IN TALOCAN KNOWS THAT NAMOR IS SMITTEN WITH SHURI AT FIRST SIGBT

. That received mixed feelings from the Talokanis ( some are more hesitant, some others just joined the shipping boat )

. Shuri at first doesn't feel exactly the dame way yet gradually became torn between her growing attraction to Namor and tormented from even THINKING of forgiving Namor who inadvertently caused Ramonda's death ( THE ANGSSSTTTTT )

. The two eventually start to wear elements of each other's home domains' clothing at times in front of each other. They told their cohorts that it is ' to persuade Wakandans/Talocans even more ' YET ALL THE TALOKANIS KNEW HE AINT SLICK and some Wakandans picked that up too.

. Nakia understands how Shuri feels throughout the whole thing and tries her best to support and watch over her through the whole thing

. Riri ( who became an online friend of Shuri's after BP 2 ) was all like a hype woman like, ' GIRL THAT DUDE IS MF DRAGON AND HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU HIS MOM'S BRACELET '

Shuri : (in a facetime with Riri )Uh, Riri, we are just political allies, NOTHING MORE.

Riri :Yeah? Well, uh, how do you explain you SUDDENLY wearing more green jewelry that I see on your Instagram posts, hm? Care to explain?

Shuri : * face red * Uh.....

. Both suddenly found even more common ground in their shared hatred for Valentina Fontaine aka Madame Hydra

. Namor : Valentina is what us Talokanis call (in Mayan ) a piece of rotten fish

Shuri : * laughs loudly * Ku, I think she looks like a pig in some freaky Kardashian wig?

Namor : Are the Kardashians like.....the land people's version of nobility or something?

Shuri : * proceeds to show Namor some pics and clips of Keep up with the Kardashians *

Namor : * grimaces and laughs * Such vulgar behavior and dress style! And land people actually LIKE these stuff?!

Shuri : Yeah, well, SOME. Not me. I just heard stuff from some others and just laugh about it.

Namor and Shuri : * both roll over with laughter *

Aneka : * from a distance watching and excitedly filming the interaction *

Okoye : * watches with Aneka yet shakes her head with exasperation and being like ' I'm watching you, sea dragon man ' and trying to help Ankea contain her suppressed laughter *

. Thor ( whom I think that Namor will be friends with sometime after BP 2, or they are friends already before that )basically becomes a hype man for Namor and offers some advice on how to ' court a mortal lady '

' You should swim up to the shore, send her flowers, and just write love letters '

' Uh, wear more purple jewelry? My friends in Wakanda LOVR purple jewelry. '

' Maybe show her that you are actually good with kids!'

Namor : * groans * Thunder man, I appreciate your advices, yet Shuri is not like your lover Lady Foster. Plus, I have an army of nieces and nephews from both sides of my household tree that reside in different parts of the ocean and they ALL have a way to drive people nuts.

. And then when, after some time, Namor and Shuri FINALLY got together

Riri, Aneka and Thor just high five each other

Okoye just goes ' Hurt her again, and you're good as filleted ' to Namor

M'Baku basically just TRIES to challenge Namor in ' a series of challenges to prove that he is worthy of Princess Shuri ' yet Shuri was all like, ' Well, he passed them all before, has he not?' with a big smirk on her face.

🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

#lol #aneka riri and thor being hype people and IM LIVING IT #nakia basically being shuri's protective yet loving big sis figure in this awww #okoye is a MOOD #aneka is a wine aunt #namora is just eating ocean dates and just watching drama go down #attum just shifts between tryna keep namor in check AND basically also be a hype man of his #namor x shuri #slow burn #rivals/former foes/political allies to lovers #THE ANGST THO #AND THE DRAMA

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My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 12 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- I just started it and I already can’t breathe. Just the thumbnail alone has me wanting to sob!

- Honestly though… Please stop letting Prapai help you with your homework, because my precious idiot keeps hurting himself.

- “Why are you smiling?” Because you love him and he knows it!

- Sky, you can drop the act now.

- Poor Saifah, honestly.

- Pai gushing about Sky to a totally uninterested Saifah and Payu, I’m here for it!

- Payu looks so proud of his boy!

- The episode name, the episode name, the episode name!

- Couples t-shirts? Pai, you big cheese ball. What are you, a drunk, recently divorced white woman with her ‘squad’ on girls night?

- That slide whistle, I’m cackling.

- Busted!

- Busted again!

- Sky is so see through, he’s practically glass at this point.

- Pai, you sassy motherfucker!

- Oh my god. Is Leon gonna make his appearance, finally?

- Yes, thank you, god, finally Sky openly admits that he wants Pai, too!

- Walk up to the club like, “What up? Sorry we’re late, I was too busy bending my boyfriend over the bathroom counter.”

- The fact that Pai’s about to leave Sky alone in the car is making me very anxious.

- Sky smacking himself in the face every time he doesn’t want to admit that he loves Pai is a mood.

- YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES LEON!

- Good god, Smart is so fucking fine.

- I can’t wait for Just Say Yes.

- Not remembering your hook-up’s name? Classy.

- My entire stomach just dropped and I just gasped out loud. I don’t want to watch this. My sweet baby is gonna be crushed.

- This is gonna go one of two ways; either Sky is gonna leave silently sobbing, or he’s gonna push that fucker into the pool. I really hope it’s the latter, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be the former.

- Called it.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, another red scene? I don’t wanna!

- I don’t ever wanna see Sky cry ever again. My baby, my poor baby, I’m crying, too!

- Fight harder, Pai, you son of a bitch! I love you so much, but goddamn it, why are you letting him touch you? Why would you even sit down with him? You’re fucking stupid. Respectfully.

- He just walked past Gun’s slimy friend. God fucking damn it. Take your goddamn eyes off of them!

- I should have known that after two sweet, fluffy episodes in a row that this one would be nothing but angst. Unfortunately, I did sign up for this.

- Like I said. Slimy.

- Homeboy bought new phones just to try to get ahold of Sky? He’s extra and I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but I can’t help it.

- Sky, you’re cold.

- Okay, so I know I just posted the other day about wanting to see Prapai cry, but I take it back. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!

- Poor Sig was right in the middle of that?

- Can somebody please get Rain and Payu in here to smack some sense into their respective idiot best friends?

- Please tell me Pai is inside. Please!

- And cue the collective sigh of relief.

- I’m literally fucking sobbing. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. Like honestly, I almost can’t even be excited that they finally said “I love you” because that whole scene was almost cruel.

- I’m gonna watch it again. (Because I’m a masochist both physically and emotionally, apparently!)

- I just gasped again. Is he gonna tell him about Gun? Like, all about Gun? I can’t breathe.

- I need a fucking cigarette.

- Crisis averted, I can breathe again.

- “Love makes me blind.” I just literally like, pig squealed.

- Jesus Christ, Rain, calm down. I know you wanna protect your best friend, but damn.

- Yes, baby. Defend yo man!

- I literally don’t even want to watch the preview for the next episode. I just know it’s gonna make me feel sick.

- Sometimes I hate being right.

- Okay, so it did kinda make me feel sick, but I also knew that in the novel, Payu and Rain were with Pai when he rescues Sky, and I was so hoping that they’d be there in the show, too. So… thank god for small miracles.

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Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 8: Liam

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR

Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Synopsis: Liam gets waylaid by a not bachelorette party

Word Count: 1,417

Rating: MA

Warning: language, plenty of sexual innuendo

This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.

The brunette’s shirt read “most likely to get drunk” and Liam was pretty sure she was already there.

“Look what I found!” she crowed to no one in particular.

“Is he a stripper?” the only redhead in the group asked as she peered closer at him.

“What? No!” he protested, “I’m a pri- a prince…i..pal…principal, yeah, that’s what I am!”

“Oh, what kind of school? High school?”

“Sure.”

“So cool! I remember high school!” the brunette chirped.

“Course you do!” the redhead quipped, “It was only like six years ago and if memory serves, didn’t you have a thing for the principal?”

“Whatever,” she waved her hand dismissively in the air before turning to Liam and making introductions, “Anyway, I’m Valerie and this is Mindy. Sara is the ex-bride but I dunno where she’s gotten off to.”

“Ex-bride?” Liam blinked in confusion.

“Yeah, ex-bride!”

“I thought this was a bachelorette party…”

“Oh, no honey!” she laughed, “this is a divorce party!”

“Oh!” Liam had never been more confused in his life, “I’ve never heard of that…”

“Well, it’s a thing! Or it should be anyway! Men are such fucking pigs! Present company excluded of course,” she gave him a wink before throwing back the drink another one of the women had just sat in front of her.

“Who’s your friend?” the new woman looked to be a few years older, her hair a lighter shade of brown, and she was eyeing Liam up and down in a manner that made him feel suddenly self-conscious.

“Is it….hot in here?” he asked as he peeled off the hideously sparkly atrocity of a jacket Max had forced him to wear.

“It could be,” she answered, “they say the best way to get over a man is to get under another one. Wanna help a girl out?”

“Oh! I…ah…are you Sara?”

“I am! See?” She thrust her chest out and pointed to her slogan, “Most likely to get divorced” before extending her hand to him, “And you are?”

“My name is Liam,” he stood up, took her hand, and kissed the back of it, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and I hope I don’t offend you but I must respectfully decline your most generous offer on the grounds that you are just coming out of a relationship and most assuredly only made the offer from a place of pain and anger. It would be ungentlemanly of me to take advantage of you in such a state.”

The room had gone quiet as every woman in it stared at him with widened eyes.

“Holy shit!” Sara breathed out.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you did not!” A blonde exclaimed, “Hot damn boy! Handsome, fit, employed, smart, and respectful? You could straight up fuck any woman in this room right now!”

“I…ah…that was not my intention…” He slowly retook his seat.

“We know!” Valerie stage whispered, “And that makes you prime boyfriend material!”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.

“Husband material!”

“Damn straight!”

“That boy could get it!”

“More men should be like you, honey,” the blonde told him, “I mean…some bozo at the bar earlier was trying to convince me he’s a prince! I mean, can you imagine?”

Liam’s head snapped up, “blonde guy?”

“Oh yeah! You’re the guy whose pants he was shoving his hands into!”

“That would be Leo. He’s my brother.”

“That douche is your brother?”

“He’s not so bad once you get to know him. He’s just…exuberant.”

“If you say so.”

“He shouldn’t have told you he’s a prince,” Liam said, “he likes to joke around a lot, but underneath he has a heart of gold, really.”

“Hmm,” she mused, “he was pretty hot.”

“Yeah, he gets that a lot,” Liam nodded, “Like, a lot! He’s definitely the handsome one!”

“Oh, now don’t sell yourself short, Liam!” Sara shoved her way in between him and the blonde and took the seat next to him, “I think you’re very handsome!”

Murmurs of agreement again broke out throughout the room.

“Stop! You guys are making me blush!”

“Oh my God, you’re too adorable! You stop!” Valerie pushed him playfully.

Sara pushed him from the other side, “Don’t listen to her! Never stop! In fact, tell us all where to find more men like you!”

“All right everybody!” Mindy jumped up and yelled, “Time for our next stop….karaoke!”

“Oh…we’re leaving?” Liam was pulled from his seat and drug along with the group out of a back entrance that was only accessible from the private room.

He never saw the king’s guards that burst into the room from the bar moments after he exited out the back.

Two blocks later he found himself in a karaoke bar with flashing neon lights, a decent-sized stage, and even more drunken women that wanted to talk to him. He blushed at all the attention and spent the next hour laughing, drinking, listening to karaoke, and talking to multiple women as they took turns coming to his table to ask him for dating advice.

“Come on Liam, it’s your turn!” Valerie exclaimed as she held the mic out toward him.

“Oh, no…no, I couldn’t possibly!”

“Ah, come on!” Mindy wheedled, “you don’t have to be good at it, bad singing is the point of karaoke!”

“Do it for me? It’s my party!” Sara begged.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll do it!”

Liam climbed up on the stage and gave a perfect rendition of “Seven Bridges Road” by the Eagles.

When he was done there was stunned silence followed by thunderous applause.

“God damn! How can he be that hot, have a real personality, and fucking sing like that?”

“That’s it, I’m ruined for all other men, and he hasn’t even touched me!”

“Hey, Liam,” a very inebriated woman whose name he hadn’t caught leaned over and slurred, “I’d throw my panties at you but I’m not wearing any!”

“Holy crap that was good!” Sara told him as he retook his seat.

“Thanks!”

“No, I mean like good, good! Like I work in the music industry, and I could arrange a meeting for you with a guy that could get you a record contract good!”

“Thank you, but I’m afraid I must once again decline your most generous offer.”

“Really? You’d rather be a high school principal than a rock star?”

“My life is…fine the way it is.”

“But you could be rich!”

“Heh, wouldn’t that be something?”

“Well,” the blonde wearing the “most likely to get pregnant” shirt stood up, “No one can compete with that, and I have to be up early tomorrow so I’m heading back to the hotel! It was nice meeting you, Liam.”

“It was nice meeting you too, Genevieve,” Liam stood and gave her a little bow, “If you see my brother again, please go easy on him.”

She laughed, “I doubt I’m going to run into him between here and the hotel but sure.”

Liam sat patiently at his table for another hour talking to whoever approached him as the women gradually filtered out.

When there were just a few left, a raven-haired beauty shoved a cheap plastic trophy into his hands, “Here! You earned this!”

“Thank you, I shall treasure it always!”

“Fuck me, stop already!” Sara told him, “It’s unfair for you to be this perfect and refuse to sleep with me!”

Liam blushed from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes, “My most profound apologies for any offense, but my mother would be sorely disappointed in me if I were to disregard her teachings in such a blatantly disrespectful manner.”

Sara shook her head as she murmured, “So fucking unfair…”

“Do any of you ladies require an escort back to your hotel?” he asked, “It would make me happy if you would allow me the honor of ensuring you made it there safely.”

“There you go being perfect again!” Sara laughed, “But yes, it would be most appreciated.”

Liam walked with the remaining four women, carefully helping Valerie, who was indeed drunk, stay upright.

He saw them to the elevator in the lobby and then transferred Valerie into the care of her friends. He waited while the door closed, returning their waves and shouted goodbyes.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he got directions to the Golden Lantern from the concierge who commented that the Golden Lantern was a popular destination tonight. He thanked him then hurried out into the night clutching a karaoke trophy in his hands.

#mardi gras #choicesprompts #liam rys #trr fanfic #max's bithday #choicesholidays #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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