#and its ghost who forces him to take a break and convinces him that working his body to death wont help him be a better dancer

[s0fter-sin]

so lately i’ve been obsessed with a 141 dancer au

gaz runs classes, has a youtube channel and quickly becomes one of the most sought after choreographers in the music video scene. soap is his dance partner for his classes, he helps run them and does demonstrations with him

ghost is also a choreographer and he’s gaz’s Arch Nemesis

he's famous for never performing his routines, never doing public appearances without his skull mask and being highly exclusive with who he allows to perform his choreo which earns him his name (since he’s a ghost creator). gaz however is a social media darling, his classes and videos regularly doing huge numbers

they both popped up around the same time and are neck and neck in terms of popularity and skill and they immediately rub each other the wrong way

gaz accuses ghost of not actually choreographing his routines himself bc no one has ever seen him dance and ghost thinks gaz is a clout chaser who's just in it for the fame instead of passion

he became a dancer as a way to channel his rage after years of being an underground fighter, the discipline and physicality helping him more than fights ever did. he hates the thought of someone just using it just to get famous when it literally saved his life

deep down they know their accusations are wrong and they have a grudging appreciation for the other's talent but they'd both rather die than admit it

price is a famous dancer turned director they both work with frequently and they always fight over him; trying to get their routines picked for his music videos. he's also the only one in the industry who's ever seen the ghost perform (before he got famous and before the Incident™)

he finally gets fed up with them constantly being at each other's throats and hires them both to work together and choreograph a joint routine. they're both famous in their own right but this video is for a huge artist so neither of them can refuse no matter how much they hate the other

gaz has a gymnastics background but also a ballet background which lends him to a more fluid style whereas ghost’s style is stronger, more masculine with sharper movements so they naturally end up butting heads

then there's soap who has a completely different style altogether, focusing on a more modern, breakdancer style which makes him see everything completely differently

but it also adds to his self-doubt bc he didn't have a formal dance education, he built his entire repertoire by himself. people see him as inferior to gaz who has that very formal, highly disciplined style. his insecurities about only ever being seen as gaz's demonstration partner and that he can only do gaz’s routines so all his skill is just an extension of him instead of being seen as a dancer in his own right forces him to adopt a rigid - destructive - perfectionism in himself and his body

soap meets ghost before the first rehearsal. he gets to the studio early to practice when sees this beautiful man dancing

he has no idea who he is but he moves so seamlessly, almost better than gaz, and he immediately falls a little in love. the man catches him watching in the mirror and he flusters, getting worse as the man just smirks at him and flawlessly completes the routine

soap tries to save face and asks him to teach him the routine he's doing

the man agrees, introducing himself as simon. the style of the routine is familiar to soap but he can't focus on it when simon's hands are on his waist, guiding him through the steps; his chest pressed up against his back. they work together beautifully, picking up each other's body language and dancing together easier and better than they've ever danced with anyone

then gaz arrives and the vibe in the studio immediately changes

simon's easy confidence becomes hostility, pulling up the skull gaiter he'd let hang around his neck as he practically pushes soap behind him to square up to gaz

soap’s shocked when gaz hits back with the same energy until he realises it's the same way he acts whenever he talks about ghost and his stomach drops

he steps out from behind ghost to side with gaz and the betrayal in simon's eyes hurts more than anything he's ever felt

from there it's romeo and juliet; camp gaz versus camp ghost as they fight over every step of the choreo and soap is the poor bastard stuck in the middle

soap tries to channel that “you’re my best friend’s rival, i have to hate you,” mindset but he can’t forget the way it felt to dance with simon

and how much he wants to do it again

#my friend mimi introduced me to gymnast gaz which made me think he grew up in competitive gymnastics and left it to be a dancer #whether his family was disappointed in that decision i havent figured out yet #the Incident™️ was roba getting simon directly from the underground and manipulating him into working at his strip club where price finds h #and pulls him out when roba tries to force him into sex work too #soap earned his name for being such a clean dancer and never making mistakes during performances #which just make his insecurities worse bc now he has to live up to his new reputation as well as fight of the gazs partner image hes gotten #farah and alex are definitely team gaz and i think nikolai would be his manager #then im thinking alejandro and rudy are team ghost with laswell as his manager #then bc soap is the odd man out hes used as tie breaks when they get into arguments about what move should go next in the routine #the pressure of picking correctly and the routine being essentially on his shoulders freaking him out just as much as having to choose #between his best friend who expects him to always side with him and ghost who always has good ideas #this isnt a negative haz au btw i think it would be a good way to explore his arrogance and stubborness #hes decided ghost is his enemy and nothing can pull him away from that #(except for what eventually does but im not sure what that is yet lmao) #i want soap at some point to completely overwork himself and his bad knee swells and gets irritated and finally gives out #and its ghost who forces him to take a break and convinces him that working his body to death wont help him be a better dancer #cue tender wound care and ghost backstory as he reassures soap that he is an amazing dancer #he offers soap a no stress space at his studio if he ever wants it & gaz overhears and thinks soap is betraying him and leaving so cue angs #we’re a team. ghost team #coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just fine.txt #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #save post #john price #cod 141 #soapghost au

[anto-pops]

Beseech Me - Ominis Gaunt x Female! Reader

Summary: Ominis works too much, and your neediness results in you adamantly refusing to go to bed without him. He comes up with a torturous compromise.

Alternatively summarized as Ominis tormenting you while he works until you can't take it anymore. Hot and frantic on-the-desk antics ensue.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, rough sex on a desk, Dominis if you squint

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as per usual !

“Please, Ominis,” you whined breathlessly, pinching your eyes shut as you fought the urge to writhe in his lap. “Please move– please.”

The man in question only chuckled under his breath, gliding his fingertips lightly up your spine as he maintained his charmed hold on his dictation quill. He made no move to heed your request, instead opting to keep working as if he weren’t buried balls deep inside of your tight heat. When you had asked him to take a break to spend time with you earlier, this was the absolute last thing you had anticipated. The only reason you’d agreed to entertain his idea was because you had convinced yourself that his restraint wouldn’t last– that he would cave and take you on top of the desk in the way you were desperate for him to– but evidently his self-control was unbreakable. 

You’d never been proven so wrong in your life. He was clearly deriving some sort of sick, twisted pleasure from toying with you in this manner, and it seemed like the more you begged, the slower his quill moved across the parchment. At this rate, you were certain you would be forced to sit on his cock until dawn. 

“You’re hardly in any position to be telling me what to do,” his warm breath ghosted over your neck, the barely there feeling of his lips against your skin making your head spin with arousal. “You were the one who couldn’t wait until I finished my work. Besides, I think this is a perfectly reasonable compromise.” 

Swallowing thickly, you dug your nails into his clothed shoulders in a bid to keep yourself still. The urge to rock down into his lap was insatiable, but you already knew that doing so would set you back irritatingly further. 

“Don’t move, or you won’t get anything from me,” were Ominis’ exact words. You didn’t doubt for a second that he would follow through on that promise if you let your impatience get the best of you. 

You wet your lips and cracked your eyes open to stare at the wall over his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the pulsing of his shaft within your walls. “It’s just– you’re always working. There’s always more for you to get done, and I get lonely. Please take a break– please fuck me, Ominis, I’m begging you.”

The blond’s fingers skirted down your back once more before moving to squeeze at the curve of your waist, as though he were about to relent. He didn’t, though, and instead opted to press a hot, chaste kiss to your pulse. “I do so like it when you beg…” he mused thoughtfully, dragging his free hand away from the desk to grip the other side of your waist. You couldn’t see his dictation quill, but you heard the scratching of its tip against the parchment slow down some, and your heart skipped a beat as you contemplated whether or not he was finally giving in. “You make it incredibly difficult to focus on important matters, you know that?” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but the sudden feeling of Ominis’ teeth sinking into your neck stole the words from your throat. He bit fervently against your flesh, sucking a proprietary mark into your skin with a throaty hum, and your shaky moan reverberated off the walls and caused your lover’s cock to twitch enthusiastically inside of you. 

Ominis would be lying if he said teasing you this way was easy. On the contrary, when you had walked into his office to ask him to come to bed earlier, he naturally wanted to agree immediately and forgo finishing his report for the Ministry entirely. Denying you the first time was a necessary evil, but then you had come up behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he’d been made aware of the silk bathrobe you wore with presumably little underneath. That revelation had shattered the majority of his restraint, and he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to a lick of his work after that. 

You’d been all too eager to take him up on his offer of warming his cock, but little did you know he’d made the suggestion more for himself than for you. Beyond the euphoric sensation of being sheathed in your clenching heat, Ominis relished in working you over the edge with little to no effort– and Merlin, had he succeeded. Your labored breathing in his ear for the past half hour was like the finest of music, and your breasts pressing against his clothed chest was as intoxicating as Firewhiskey. 

In truth, he hadn’t gotten much work done for the duration of time you’d been sitting in his lap; he didn’t need sight to know there was a series of meaningless scribbles in the corners of his report, put there entirely to play up his charade. Everything about you was that distracting, and he huffed out a sigh as his baser urges finally won out against his responsibilities. 

Ominis laved his tongue over the freshly bruised bit of skin, leaving crescent shaped marks on your hips as he held you tighter to ever-so-slightly grind up into you. The feeling had you gasping into the crook of his neck as your forehead fell against his shoulder, clinging to the fabric of his shirt as you allowed the blond to maneuver you however he pleased. 

It took every ounce of willpower in Ominis’ body to keep his voice low and controlled when he murmured, “I suppose you have been well behaved… a little needy, but that’s nothing new.” He pushed your hips back before steadily pulling them forward again, and his eyelids fluttered shut at the sheer bliss the friction offered him. “I’ll fuck you, but you have to wait to come until I say so. Understood?” 

The mere thought of having to wait a second longer for him to move had you nodding brainlessly into the crook of his shoulder, and you ardently wound your arms around his neck to hold him closer as you cautiously rocked against him. At this point, you were willing to promise him anything if it meant getting what you wanted. 

One of his hands left your waist to wind through your hair, and when he tightened his fingers around the strands to pull you away from him, you couldn’t stop the surprised yelp that tumbled from your parted lips. “Use your words, darling, or I’ll leave you waiting for another hour. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” you gasped breathlessly, forced to address the ceiling since Ominis’ hand in your hair had your head tilted back. “I understand, I won’t come until you tell me to. Please, Ominis, I promise–”

“That’ll do,” he cut you off quickly, releasing his hold against your scalp to grip your hips once more. His lithely muscled arms held you flush to him as he stood straight, and the legs of his chair scraped loudly against the floorboards as he kicked it away to give himself more space. In one swift motion, Ominis deposited you on top of the desk and firmly pushed you down so you were draped on your back across the oak surface, his cock still inside you. His clever fingers set to undo the buttons of his shirt as the hand against your sternum trailed lower to tease around your wet folds, and a keening sound resonated from deep in your chest as he grazed his thumb over your sensitive clit. 

Much like his shallow grinding earlier, it wasn’t enough. Your voice was airy when you asked, “C-Can I touch myself?” 

His hand stilled momentarily before retreating, and he nodded down at you with a coy smirk on his face. “You’re a good girl for asking, so yes. Remember your promise though.” 

Your hand flew off the table to rub tight circles against the hyper-sensitive nub, and the relief that washed over you then was tantamount to perfection. It was the stimulation you’d been after since straddling Ominis earlier, and your eyes jumped up to watch as the blond shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and dropped the attire unceremoniously to the floor. His eyes closed momentarily when the attention you bestowed upon yourself caused your walls to tighten around his cock, and a shameless moan ripped from his throat at the same time he leaned forward to brace his arms on either side of you. 

“Fuck– you’re greedy for it, aren’t you?” 

The clipped edge to Ominis’ voice betrayed just how much he wanted this too, and your breathy laugh filtered up to him as you teased, “Am I to believe you’re not?” 

Those milky blue eyes of his narrowed as he processed your remark, and your mouth dried up when his expression shifted into something far more domineering than before. He lifted one of his hands to run the appendage up your stomach, then your chest, before eventually settling against your throat, and your eyes widened when he squeezed gently to convey his feelings on the snide comment. 

“Are you sassing me right now? Bold words from the woman who beseeched me to take her on the desk. Just for that,” he started to say, reaching between the two of you to grasp the hand you’d been using on yourself, “no more of this. You’re mine to play with now, darling.”

In a flash, Ominis pinned your hand against the rough wood above your head, holding you firmly in place by the throat with the other. You whimpered pitifully, opening your mouth to stutter out a string of apologies before he forbade you from coming entirely, but a hurried thrust of his hips interrupted your efforts. The force in the action had your shoulder blades scraping deliciously against the desk, and you moaned wantonly as Ominis worked to set a brutal pace. 

He spread his legs to accommodate his low hanging trousers before pounding himself roughly into your tight cunt. “Calling me greedy when you’re the one under me getting fucked senseless,” he growled with a gruff tone, squeezing around your windpipe to pull you harder onto his cock as he plunged in and out of you without mercy. “You couldn’t wait– didn’t want to wait. You’re as demanding and needy as they come.” 

His head tipped back and sent strands of his blond hair across his forehead as he bucked desperately into your overwhelmingly slick walls, and after being sheathed in your tight heat for so long without moving, he felt himself growing closer to his release as you clenched tellingly around him. Ominis abandoned his hold on your throat as he bent over you, raking his nails down your chest to pinch one of your nipples into a stiff peak, and your back arched off the desk for all of two seconds before the imposing man jerked your head to the side by your hair to sink his teeth into your shoulder. 

“O-Ominis, fuck–” you cried out abruptly, the combined feeling of his bite and the slap of his hips against your ass enough to make you see stars. The fire that ignited in your blood had you flushing from head to toe as you frantically sought more stimulation from him, but the whispers of your earlier promise haunted the far reaches of your mind like a ghost. You bit your lip and writhed brainlessly underneath him, fighting your looming orgasm with every ounce of restraint you could muster up. It was easier said than done; between Ominis’ frantic pace, his possessive hold on your hair, and the guttural, animalistic sounds he was making, you wanted nothing more than to finally fall over the edge into white bliss. 

Ominis knew it too, but he wasn’t about to give you what you wanted without a little more effort on your part. 

Releasing your hair to loop his arm under your rounded spine, Ominis mouthed wetly down the column of your throat before breathing his request against your sweat-slick skin, “Tell me what you want, love. Say the words.”

“I-I want to come– please let me come, Ominis, please.” Your breathless noises grew louder as Ominis licked a broad stripe along your collarbone before kissing and sucking another love-bite right below your clavicle. When he suddenly hauled your waist against him and slammed his cock up into you, your eyes crossed as you gasped for air and let your head fall back against the desk. The blond buried the cacophony of sounds falling from his lips against your skin, groaning at the way you arched hard and tightened perfectly around his throbbing member, and your thighs trembled bonelessly on either side of him. 

All you could do was let Ominis hold you, giving yourself over to him completely as he fucked incoherent pleas from your swollen lips and chased his own pleasure. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought your climax, and when your lover turned his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his pace quickened immeasurably further. His thick cock nailed you perfectly, each thrust he gave you pulling out almost entirely before he stuffed you full again, and the hand he didn’t have pinned to the desk flew up to grip his bicep as your body quaked with pleasure. 

It was too much to bear– you needed to come– almost as much as you needed to breathe. The overstimulating sensations were driving you insane, and when Ominis moaned long and loud next to your ear, you almost caved without permission. 

Almost. 

Ominis knew you were close. He could feel you fighting your finish as you writhed and angled your hips to meet his, and he could hear your cries of his name growing louder and louder until your voice was cracking on the end of your pleas of, “Please let me come, please Ominis– can I come?” He grazed his teeth up your throat towards your ear, and his fingers dug into the bones of your wrist as his grip turned irontight. The arm he had coiled around your waist followed suit, and after a few more hurried thrusts into you, Ominis acceded to your begging. 

“Come for me, darling,” he moaned directly beside your ear. “Be a good girl and come for me, let me feel you.” 

You didn’t even give him the chance to repeat himself. 

Arching clean off the desk, your breathing stopped entirely as you tensed in Ominis’ arms, and a strangled gasp caught in his throat when your sopping wet heat clamped down on his cock to seemingly suck him in deeper. His hand on your wrist fell away in an instant to slip between your flush bodies, and those nimble fingers sought out your clit with a practiced ease that sent your composure careening into oblivion. 

The added stimulation was damn near unbearable, but you had no way to escape his unrelenting hands as he held you through your climax. Your voice was a raspy, sinful melody in his ears, and Ominis knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Merlin, you feel so good, love. So perfect for me– I’m close–” 

“D-Don’t stop,” you stammered in between gasps, your nails clawing into the wood of the desk in a bid to find purchase. “Gods, don’t stop Ominis, cum inside– please, please–”

He was all too happy to oblige you. With a throaty groan, Ominis lowered you so you were laying across the desk once again, then slipped his hands under the bent crooks of your knees to push your legs against your chest. Still hyper-sensitive from your ebbing finish, the new angle allowed you to feel more of your lover’s cock inside of you as he began thrusting into you harder and faster. The blond’s head tipped back as he shamelessly moaned your name into the open air, and before long the sound was drowned out by the slapping of his hips against your ass as he pounded into you. 

With your thighs nearly pressed together, Ominis felt impossibly thicker as his manhood reached deeper. Everytime he pulled back, the blunt head of his cock rubbed past your sweet spot perfectly, and your toes curled as you gasped and moaned, your senses completely overwhelmed by the overstimulation. Ominis’ grip on your legs turned bruising as his pace grew rougher, steadily losing the fight to maintain his rhythm– especially when your hands flew from the desk to brainlessly claw at his forearms. 

“Fuck, darling– fuck,” he grit through his clenched teeth, and with one final thrust into your pulsing core, Ominis came with a husky cry of your name. His hands slid to the front of your legs to pull you back against his hips to better grind against your rear, milking every thick bit of cum from his twitching cock. Hot spurts of his seed painted your insides and brought you higher than before, and your nails dragged down his arms as you keened breathlessly beneath him, wriggling back into his shallow grinding the best you could. 

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, but realistically could only have been a handful of minutes. You blearily blinked up at Ominis when he released your thighs to brace his arms against the desk, his chest rising and falling as he sucked down deep, shaky breaths, and you brazenly wound your trembling legs around his waist to keep him exactly where he was. The wet sound of his load squelching out around his cock had him groaning unabashedly— not-so-secretly in love with the sordid noises your cunt made when it was filled to the brim with his cum— and your eyelids fluttered shut as streaks of the white fluid dripped down your ass onto the desk.

When he lifted his head to gaze down in your direction, your stomach flipped at the lustful glimmer in his hazy eyes, and his hands skirted across the oak surface beneath you in search of your face. You angled your head to the side to meet him halfway, and he followed his arm as he bent down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss that said more than words ever could. He still elected to speak, however, amusement lacing his tone as his fingers traced the outline of your jaw. 

“I suppose you’re feeling rather pleased with yourself right about now,” he murmured softly against your lips, gently rocking his hips against yours and smearing his sticky seed across your rear. Thus far he had made no move to pull out, but you weren’t about to start complaining. Your current arrangement was beyond preferable to the torturous waiting game you’d been playing with him earlier. 

You tried and failed to fight the smirk that stretched across your face, and you chuckled coyly under your breath. “What makes you say that?” 

Ominis’ eyes darkened when he pulled away, and his hands trailed higher up the desk to wind in your unruly hair once again as he gathered the strands in his fists. Your eyes widened and your breath halted as he inhaled deeply– as though he were committing your scent to memory– before he nudged his nose against yours and grinned wickedly. “Because now I have every intention of stretching this ‘break’ well into the morning,” he vowed, and the revelation had your heart soaring while your stomach simultaneously flipped on itself. “How many more times can I fill you before it gets to be too much… let’s find out, shall we?”

Swallowing around the lump in your throat, your hands splayed against his pale sternum as you cautiously asked, “Shouldn’t you sleep? You have work in the morning…”

“To hell with sleep,” Ominis tutted disapprovingly at you, tightening his hold against your scalp. “You started this after all. I’ll make sure you’re the farthest thing from lonely tonight, darling.” 

If the way his cock seemed to revive inside of you was any indication, you knew with the utmost certainty that he definitely wasn’t lying. You didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid as you realized exactly what it was you’d inadvertently signed yourself up for. 

Merlin’s balls— you were in for it now. 

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x female! reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt oneshot #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #dominis #I keep saying 'if you squint' but nah this is fr dominis there's no way around it #my writing #finally posting this to commemorate the resolved DDoS attack on my beloved Ao3 #I did not in fact touch grass while the site was down I just produced more content for it LMAOOO

[cuubism]

Physical Therapy, Part 8

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A few days later, Hob goes to Dream’s old flat. He wanted to go immediately, but he needed time to calm himself. If he went to confront Dream’s ex immediately, he’d be too likely to do something inadvisable out of anger.

Truthfully, he’s still so angry.

He can control himself, though. So he knocks on the door, instead of taking it off its hinges.

Dream’s ex-boyfriend opens the door with an annoyed look on his face. But jumps back, startled, at the sight of Hob. He recognizes Hob, then. Good.

“I’m here for Dream’s things,” he says. No need to prolong this with pleasantries.

“His things?” says the ex, with disdain, like Dream’s possessions mean nothing to him. “Why? He’ll come back anyway. Eventually.”

“No, he won’t.”

Ex-boyfriend leans against the door frame, smirking. Maybe Hob should have just punched him. “You going to stop him?”

Hob takes a deep, long breath. No. He actually wouldn’t try to stop him. He’s not going to force Dream to do anything. He’d try to convince him otherwise, though. And if he can be a good enough boyfriend, then maybe Dream will never feel the need to go back to some horrible place, looking for love.

“I don’t try to make people stay in my house,” he snaps. “His things. Now. You think I won’t punch you again?”

So much for being calm.

For the first time, that smirking look slips. “It’s all worthless anyway,” he says.

Hob grits his teeth. The stupidest thing is, even for someone who doesn’t care about Dream himself, Dream’s art is objectively not worthless. Hob had looked it up once. Dream’s paintings sell for thousands of pounds. Sometimes tens of thousands. It’s not just Dream’s passion that he’s so jealous and disparaging about, but his livelihood, his basic ability to support himself.

“Are you going to let me take it?” he says. “Or are we going to have a problem?”

Ex-boyfriend looks annoyed—and uncomfortable?—but finally just gestures Hob in. “Fine. Whatever.”

Inside, the flat is… kind of cold. It’s not homey. He can’t imagine Dream living here; he can barely imagine Dream living in his own flat, which is likewise utterly empty of decoration. But there are spots on the wall, here, that are empty in a more conspicuous way. Like Dream’s art might once have hung there.

Hob doesn’t know the entirety of what he’s looking for, but he thinks he’ll be able to identify most of Dream’s things by sight. And indeed—with Dream’s ex trailing him like an irritable ghost—he finds some of what must be Dream’s clothes in the closet, and Dream’s sketchbooks and books and paperwork all stacked in boxes. Like they’d been on their way out.

So much for “he’s definitely coming back.”

Dream’s ex doesn’t stop him as he packs stuff up and gathers it by the door. But as Hob looks at what he’s managed to collect, there’s obviously something missing. Pieces that were still drying and pieces that were too large to carry, Dream had said, when speaking of what he'd left behind.

“Where’s the rest of his art?”

Now ex-boyfriend does look uncomfortable. A sinking feeling settles in Hob’s stomach. “Why would I keep that shit, anyway? I told you, it’s worthless."

“It’s not worthless,” Hob snaps, but this time his voice breaks. He scrubs a hand through his hair. Looks at the empty spaces on the wall.

He tries to imagine what happened. Did he just toss it all? Coldly? Methodically? No, Hob doesn’t think so. If he had he would have just gotten rid of the rest of Dream’s stuff, too.

What he can imagine is a fit of rage, with his real target, Dream, having fled, and only the supposed distraction, his life’s work, left behind.

Dream's ex-boyfriend is watching him warily. He seems nervous about what Hob might do, like Hob is an unpredictable animal. Good. Maybe he'll understand how Dream's felt. “You got what you came for,” he says. “Just go.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to decide if I'm going to kill you first.”

Dream’s ex takes a startled step back. And Hob really, really wants to just fucking bash this guy’s head in. But he has to restrain himself. Not just because he doesn’t want to get arrested for assault, though that’s also better avoided.

No. It’s really that he doesn’t want to be another violent man in Dream’s life.

As satisfying as it was to throw that first punch in Dream’s defense, making it physical now would be a different matter. If he shows that he’s capable of resorting to real violence to get what he wants, or to punish someone for something, Dream is always going to have that in the back of his head when he looks at him. There will always be a tiny corner of his brain harboring the fear that that impulse could turn on him.

He’s already kind of pushing boundaries by being here at all, and only getting away with it because Dream didn’t actually tell him not to go, just that he himself didn’t want to. God his blood is heated and this asshole definitely deserves to be taught a lesson but it’s not worth putting a crack in Dream’s trust in him.

“You’re lucky I care more about what he thinks of me,” he finally says. Then he gathers all of Dream’s stuff, and makes himself leave. Dream’s ex, wisely, doesn’t say anything else as he goes.

—

Dream is in the middle of trying to paint when Hob arrives. Or rather, in the middle of staring at a canvas, wishing he could paint. He’d bought a large canvas in the hopes that he might try to do something in his old style, something more detailed and precise. But he’s been too intimidated by the prospect to even begin mixing colors.

He keeps finding himself staring at all the empty space in his flat, at walls that should be hung with art. But he doesn’t have any of his large pieces left. They were all sold prior to… the incident… or left behind. He only has the smaller ones that were in his portfolio.

He’s been finding himself regretting selling those pieces. He had never been bothered by it before, but now he wants to track down the buyers and beg for them back. But he won't. Some of those paintings had sold for tidy sums, which is the reason he can afford this flat despite not having a steady job. And he has no guarantee of being able to sell something at that rate again.

He at least has photographs of everything he’s ever sold. The same can’t be said of what he’d kept for himself, or left unfinished.

He startles at the knock on the door, but remembers: Hob said he would come over today.

He still hasn’t been able to shake the need to block the door whenever he’s home, so he has to shove aside a bookcase before he can let Hob in. When he opens the door, Hob is carrying a box, and wearing a pained smile. “Here,” he says, giving it to Dream. “I have more in the car.”

He disappears back down the stairs before Dream can question him, and Dream sets the heavy box down on the kitchen island.

It’s full of his sketchbooks.

For several moments he just stares at them, not daring to touch. How did Hob— did he go to Dream’s flat?

Hob comes back with another two boxes, precariously balanced, while Dream is still staring at the first one. These, it seems, are full of documents, and personal effects, and some of his favorite books.

“How—?” he tries to ask, nearly struck dumb.

“I went to your house,” Hob says. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have. But you deserve to have your things.”

At first, he is only shocked to think that someone would go to such lengths for him. Then, Dream feels a surge of hope. Perhaps—

But. No. Of all things, Hob would have known to grab his artwork. He would have lead with that.

“…Oh,” Dream says quietly, looking down.

“Yeah,” Hob says, face falling. “I’m so sorry, Dream, that’s all that was there— I mean I still have some of your clothes in the car, but—”

“I love you,” Dream says, tearing up. Hob actually went back. To get his things. Even when Dream said it wasn’t worth doing.

When he looks up again, Hob looks stunned. And only then does Dream realize what he’s said. He swallows nervously, but he doesn’t want to take it back. It doesn’t matter if he truly meant that he’s in love with Hob. Because either way, he loves Hob. And no one has ever loved him like this, like it was easy. And without question.

“I—” Hob stammers. “I mean it’s really not—”

Dream takes his hands and squeezes them, and Hob stops talking. “It is,” Dream says. “It is a big deal. To me.”

“Well,” Hob finally manages, voice still tight. “I want you to be happy, Dream. You deserve that.”

It’s not a sentiment Dream is used to hearing directed towards him. But hearing it from Hob makes him feel like… maybe it can be. Maybe it should be.

Dream kisses him, still holding his hands. He feels himself smile into the kiss. Another thing he’s not used to doing, but it feels good.

Hob smiles too, as he cradles Dream’s face between his hands. And even though Hob wasn’t able to recover his art, even though his ex probably destroyed it—which is agonizing to think about—in this one moment, Dream is… happy.

It's so strange that it almost hurts. But he thinks he’s actually happy.

#we're in the final stretches of this fic #this fic that was supposed to be a oneshot XD #physical therapy fic #dreamling #my writing #cw abuse

[kun3ho141]

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Inspiration: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Synopsis: After accepting the fact that he'd never intertwine his life with another's, he crosses paths with you. Now, all he desires is to take your hand in marriage.

Word-Count: 1.1K

Warnings: None

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A/N: Have you seen the TikTok trend where military personnel highlight their partners or loved ones using one of Hoizer's songs? This trend actually inspired me, and I created a scenario based on it.

Thank you for reading!! ♡

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the notorious special forces operative, is a figure known and dreaded by various specialized groups. Wearing a skull mask, it represents a wounded and solitary side of his character, a fragment that still bears the scars and fractures from the trials he’s encountered. After enduring brutal torture, losing his loved ones, and immersing himself in a military career, he had accepted a life of solitude, convinced that he could never intertwine his life with another’s. 

Yet, as he stands at the altar, surrounded by his teammates, they watch as you make your way down the aisle.

At that moment, time seems to stand still for Simon. His hardened exterior, built over years of pain and loss, collapses as he admires you, revealing a vulnerability he never thought he’d experience again. Nevertheless, as his gaze meets yours, he feels a glimmer of hope, a sentiment he links solely to you.

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Simon spent years reaching this point, with you gradually breaking down Ghost. Progress wasn't consistent, with some days being more successful than others. While his defenses only crumbled for you, you played a significant role in shaping his current character. You healed someone who believed he would only break further, someone who considered himself irreparable. You provided him with hope, love, a confidant, and a secure place to call home. After years of knowing Ghost, you crossed paths with Simon. Your Simon…

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Facing each other, the world around him begins to blur. The instrumental music and officiant's words fade into the background as he studies you, captivated by your radiance. His focus narrows, fixated solely on your silhouette. He’s always found you beautiful, whether you're dressed in tactical gear, casual clothing, or simply bare. However, seeing you in a wedding dress, with your veil gracefully cascading over your hair, he believes that you’ve never looked more gorgeous.

Following the officiant's opening remarks and readings, the exchange of vows takes place. Simon, appreciative of you and all that you’ve done for him, healing him in ways no one else could, ensured his vows were perfect. Without your knowledge, he had rehearsed his vows prior to the wedding day, dedicating time to writing, revising, and practicing them repeatedly. Instead of relying on a written script, he chose to look directly into your eyes during that moment.

“My love, when I was cast aside by others, left fractured and isolated, you didn't turn away. Although I’ll never understand why, you offered me your love. With that love came a sense of belonging, a life I never thought I’d experience. You never once considered giving up on me when I seemed beyond hope,” he expresses, his voice faltering as tears stream down his face. In your peripheral vision, you noticed his teammates smiling, witnessing Simon's presence after years of working alongside Ghost.

“You cherished every aspect of me, even the sharp edges that wounded you. You polished them down with your love, shaping me into the man I am today. In this moment, all I desire is to spend eternity with you," Simon declared, his eyes glistening with tears as he gazed at you. His voice remained strong, despite the tears cascading down his cheeks. He knew he had to be strong, just as you had been for him throughout the years.

"I, Simon Riley, take you to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. And if there exists an afterlife, may our marriage endure beyond the grave,” he concludes, a gentle smile gracing his face. Tears stream down his cheeks, and he exchanges nods with his groomsmen, acknowledging their silent support. 

Tears fill your eyes as his words sink in. Despite your efforts to stay calm, your emotions flood over you. Reflecting on how much you’ve both grown, memories flash through your mind like scenes from a film.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Reciting your vows becomes a challenge, as you have to stop several times to compose yourself. Your voice trembles, but you compensate with a tearful smile. Simon gazes at you with admiration, witnessing as you profess your love for him just as he did for you. Your tears and faltering voice do not deter him, but rather intensify his love for you.

“...take you to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. And should an afterlife exist, I will happily hold your hand as we walk the expanses of our universe." You conclude your vows by promising to take his hand in marriage; during your lifetime and long after. Your eyes meet, unwavering, reveling in the romantic hues reflected in each other's gaze.

Upon finishing your vows, Johnny emerges from the line of groomsmen, presenting you and Simon with each other's rings, signaling his approval with a nod before returning to his place. Drawing closer, you and Simon intertwine hands, his touch tenderly guiding yours. Never did he imagine that his hands, typically calloused and stained with blood, would be adorning your finger with such a delicate stone. A symbol of his affection for you.

The ring is delicately placed on your finger, causing the beautifully cut diamond to sparkle in the glow of the cathedral lights. You gaze at the stone, admiring its beauty before sliding your husband’s band onto his finger. The wedding band bears both of your initials on the exterior and the date of your wedding inscribed within. Raising your eyes, you meet Simon's loving gaze, reciprocating the smile.

With the approval of your officiant, his hands glide to your waist while your arms elegantly drape over his broad shoulders. Drawing you closer, your lips meet simultaneously, holding onto you as if he’d never see you again. The applause from the intimate gathering fades into the background as he gently dips you, his hands tenderly supporting your back. Your lips linger against each other for a few moments before you both reluctantly part, resting your foreheads against each other in a moment of pure affection.

“I love you,” he confesses In a hushed whisper, a declaration meant only for your ears. A gentle smile graces your lips as you separate from him, your hand tenderly caressing his cheek, tracing the scars that have become so dear to you.

"I love you more, Simon."

#cod fanfic #cod fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #scenarios #x female reader #call of duty #task force 141 #x fem!reader #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod #oneshot #comfort #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #Spotify

[lovelyladylavie]

ROTTMNT Pretear AU

When April activates an antique turtle compact, or Turtapact, she unleashes four elementals she can fuse with to gain their powers and help save the world from the Princess of Disasters, Cassandra!

But she soon falls in love with one of them, and loving an elemental is strictly forbidden, as it leads to its own disaster!

Will April and the water elemental, Donnie, find true love, or are they doomed like the Pretear before her?!

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Have some random blarghhh thoughts about this:

Okay, so this scene specifically is the boys coming out after being trapped in the Turtapact, so they energy-based and temporarily look like genies, i guess? The plan is that they do get legs once they reform properly.

On the romance, Donnie is standoffish bc he knows the risks of falling in love, so he's very on-again/off-again with his affections. April feels like she's being jerked around, and he's hiding his thoughts from her when they fuse, and she finally confronts him. And thats when all heck breaks loose and while feelings are running high, Cassandra is forced by Shredder into her final form to destroy the world.

April has to fuse with all four of them together to defeat her. But it's not force that defeats her. April has to convince Donnie to tell the world he loves her, and only with all of them aligned, hearts as one, do they give April the power to ascend to her final form and she can cure Cass.

Also, one of the cool things about the Pretear show that would really work for April and the turtles is that whomever she'd fuse with to use their powers, acts as a Mind-Raph backseat driver/ghost over her shoulder, so you could imagine the dynamic between Donnie and April. Him trying to guide her moves, whisper in her ear, critiquing her technique, and saying stuff like "thats not how you use that power!!" And her trying to get him to shut up bc she's trying to concentrate on fighting.

Raph is the one who falls in love with the Princess of Disasters, who's Cassandra taking the role of Mawata. The spirit of the Shredder is poisoning her mind to become evil and ehhh its a bit like Rue from Princess Tutu and she transforms into a dark magical girl to fight April. Raph is trying to convince her to be good, but she's being gaslit into thinking no one cares about her.

Also this is April's 'blank' outfit, which morphs when she fuses with one of the boys to look more like them/their style in order to use their powers.

Anyway, I might make full models of the different variant dresses, the turtles' full outfits, and what Cass looks like. So stay tuned.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #pretear #lavie draws #apritello #raphcass #rise april #rise donatello #rise michelangelo #rise leo #rise raphael #rottmnt au #rise pretear au

[captainpains]

Vigilance (Commander Fox x reader)

Fun for Foxy! Enjoy!

Warnings: gn reader, vigilante reader (but like Carmen Sandiego), swearing, mentions of alcohol and unsavory acts towards women, sexual tension, flirty banter, mentions of terrorism. No beta, we die like clones!

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In the lower levels of Coruscant, where the police and clones are scarce, there is rumored to be a protector.

A vigilante.

Someone who stopped the gangs from killing the civilians. Someone who halted thieves and saved women from drunken aggressors. Someone who insured the safety of the people on the lower levels when no one else cared. Someone who had evacuated the survivors of the power station attack. Someone who always wore a bright red coat.

That someone was you.

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Fox sighed as he looked over the reports on his datapad. Paper work was never ending -- he'd hadn't slept in days. He took a sip of his caf and continued to read the report on the lower levels. The crime rate had dropped, not exponentially but enough for it to be noticable. That would be a good thing on a normal day, however, what made this stand out was the fact that the guard had been absent from the lower levels for a whole month. Fox knew this drop wasn't caused by the police force (maker knows they’re useless). He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. 

"Come in," he said tiredly, taking a sip of caf.

"Sir," the shiny saulted. "This security footage came in this morning. I think it's worth a look."

"Give it here," he ordered. The shiny handed the datapad to him, and with a second sault left back to his duties. 

Fox looked at the datapad. The footage he had was of poor quality, but from what he could tell, it may have solved his mystery. The blurry video showed what he assumed to be a break in, followed by a figure in red stopping them. The person, from what he could see, was human. The video had at least given him a lead. However, when he tried to run a facial scan on the figure in red, the still frame was such poor quality the system didn’t work.

And so started the hunt for the crimson hero.

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Months later, Fox was still working on the case. It was far from his top priority, but his curiosity had been peaked when he saw that first video. Slowly, the mysterious crimson ghost (as the guard called you) began to show up more in security footage. The commander had even managed to pick up a trail, only it proved fruitless in the end. You always managed to evade any attempted capture. 

“Cheer up, vod,” Hound said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “That Crimson Ghost can’t avoid the guard forever.”

Fox rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his drink. By some miracle, the rest of the guard had convinced him to join them at 79′s for drinks. He needed a break from the whiny senators. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him relax much. 

“I’m heading back...” Fox muttered as he stood up.

Despite the protest of his friends, he moved through the sea of dancing people and towards the exit of the clone bar. Once outside, Fox took a deep breath, for once appreciating the stale night air. He moved through the small crowd of people. 

Before Fox could reach the platform where taxis were waiting, he got tackled and trampled by a couple of men running away from someone. He managed to stand up just in time to see a red figure fly after the men.

The crimson ghost.

Fox broke out in a sprint chasing after them. He was not a nimble as the red figure, dodging everything that would slow the chase. It was only when the men turned down an alleyway that he had an idea to catch up. He took a shortcut through a store and exited through the back door into the alley. He slowed to a stop and looked around, seeing nothing there, he slowly continued into the alley, pulling his blaster from its hidden place in his civi jacket.

"I have to give it to you, you're persistent," a somewhat husky voice said from above.

He was prepared when you dropped down in front of him, holding his blaster in a way that he could kill you if you tried anything. You took notice of this and raised your hands to be next to your head. Fox looked over your shadowed form, checking for any hidden weapons (or so he told himself).

"And you are very hard to catch," he replied slowly.

"Nice to know that I've been keeping the Coruscant guard on their toes," you replied.

Commander Fox looked at you, a questioning look on his face. You were different than he expected. The blurry security footage of you made it seem like you were so serious, yet you were teasing him with all the mirth of a brother.

"Where are the men you were chasing?" He asked, surveying the alley.

"Have you tried looking up?" You asked back, with a teasing tone.

Fox raised a brow but slowly turned his eyes skyward. He saw the two men tied together, hanging by their feet attached to a pipeline. They were gagged and from the looks of it unconscious.

"Impressive," was all he said as he turned his eyes back towards you.

"I do have a few questions for you, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank you for single-handedly lowering the crime rate in the lower levels. That is no easy feat." He complimented you.

"Why thank you," you smiled, giving a small bow. Fox hated to admit that his heart sped up at the sight. He lowered his blaster and put it back into his jacket.

"Thank you, sir. But I can't take all the credit. A few of your men led me to some criminals a couple of times." You replied, slightly bashful.

It was weird. He hadn't expected a vigilante to be bashful, but it was endearing in a way. It meant that you weren't arrogant at least.

"I would like you to come with me," you looked at him confused when he said that. "I have a proposition for you."

"What kind of proposition?" You asked, intrigued.

"You could be an asset to the guard. I'd like to propose you working more closely with us, help patrol the lower levels," he explained. "We can discuss details."

"You'll have to buy me a drink first, commander," you quipped back.

"That can be arranged."

You looked at him slightly stunned as a shiver went down your spine at his words. You hadn't expected him to respond like that, and especially not in that tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his tone was so... Sexual. Why did he have to say it like that?

"Oh..." Was all you responded with, dumbly.

Commander Fox simply moved to the side slightly and made a gesture for you to walk ahead of him. Before you left the alleyway, you removed your red coat, showing the commander the satchel that was hidden. You shoved the coat in your bag.

It was a quiet walk back to 79′s. You thanked Fox for holding the door open and went to the bar. Fox lagged behind a bit. When you looked over your shoulder, you saw the commander talking to some other clones from the Corrie guard. One of them slapped him on the back and they were clearly giving him a pep talk.

“Sorry about that," he apologized when walked over.

"That's fine. But I was promised a drink and yet here I am empty handed," you teased.

Fox hummed, leading you to the bar with a hand hovering near your lower back.

"What's your drink of choice?"

"Corellian Rum, please."

The commander nodded, waving his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender nodded his head in acknowledgement before he holding up his finger, signaling to give him a movement. Fox turned back to you, watching as you settled into a barstool.

"Now, what is this proposal you had in mind, commander?" You asked, leaning your head on your hand.

"We need help. We have no presence in the lower levels. We can't keep them all safe." He explained, bluntly.

"And what do you need me to do?"

"You can move more freely than we can. You can also act as an informant, giving us tip offs to help manage my men."

You hummed. It was not an untrue statement. It is hard to predict underworld activity if you have no presence in the lower levels. But what would you get in return for such a deal? It seemed a little one sided.

The bartender finally came over while you were deep in thought. Fox ordered you both a glass of Corellian rum.

"And what is my payment?"

Fox shorted, "This partnership would be a off books. You wouldn't get any money."

"I was not asking about money." You gave a sly grin.

Fox smirked, intrigued. He did expect you to ask for payment. However, he thought you would want credits. But... he was willing to negotiate alternative forms of payment (forms that would be mutually beneficial).

"We can discuss that later," Fox insisted as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you. "Lets drink to making this galaxy safer."

You picked up your drink, "To a new partnership."

"To the Republic."

You both downed your drinks, small smiles on your faces. This was a great start.

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Months after the arrangement was made, you were sitting in Fox's minimal office, discussing the recent removal of a crime lord.

"It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be that easy," you pointed out to him.

"I know. It's almost suspicious, but we can't look a gift bantha in the mouth," he replied as he finished filing the paperwork.

"But he seemed to go too easily. I've dealt with that syndicate before, and they never went down that easily," you explained, moving to sit down on one of the small velvet chairs that Fox had pillaged from the trash. You threw your legs over the armrest and settled further into the seat.

"Suspicious as it is, he's now under the strongest security that we have. You don't have to worry," he attempted to alleviate your worry.

"Yeah, Crimson, you don't have to worry a hair on your pretty little head," Thire exclaimed as he walked in, datapad in hand. He patted your foot as he walked by.

"I told you not to call me that," you chastised him with a huff.

"Crimson or pretty?" He jokingly asked as he handed the datapad to Fox.

"You know which one I mean."

"Do I really?"

You huffed at him. Thire smiled and left the office. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Fox cleared his throat.

"It's late," he stated plainly.

You hummed in response, not understanding what he meant to imply.

"You should head home," he replied, putting the datapad on the desk.

"I'm fine here," you said, nonchalantly.

"You shouldn't stay up late..."

"Are lecturing me on staying up late? When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" You fired back, closing your eyes.

"You have-"

"With all due respect commander, if you expect others to follow your lead, you can't be a hypocrite. If you want me to sleep, then you should go to bed, too," you explained, letting your eyes shut. You smiled at the frustrated growl that left his throat. He knew you right.

"Fine... If I call it a night, will you go home," he conceded.

"Yes, but I want you to actually go to sleep. I'll ask Thorn in the morning and if you didn't sleep, I'll stop bringing you caf," you stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door.

"I hate you..." Fox muttered.

"You know you love me," you replied coyly.

He knew you were right on that too.

#commander fox #tcw fanfiction #cc 1010 #fox x reader #commander fox x reader #coruscant guard

[flaringfoxsoul03]

Hi there Writer, can I ask some Match up Romantic Obey me? Ofc if it's okay to you

How should I started, well.

know myself actually but it's hard to describe it, I'm a Female She/Her pronouns Demisexual INTJ-T. I'm a quiet person and rarely talk but somehow I can make people befriend me easily, maybe because everyone says I'm "Cold outside but warm inside" I guess??? I'm also an ambivert who tends to be more extrovert actually, I'm not easy to get comfortable with new people but I think I'm a friendly person because in my hometown Being friendly and polite is a bridge of socialization and it's already in my bloodblood. I sometimes feel bad for someone even though I know it wasn't my fault when I got into a fight and when I get angry I just stay quiet and don't react much maybe I'll just give them the cold shoulder or at least try not to be seen with them.

the place I hate the most when I hang out is hiking. I got lost and almost died (obviously I don't want to experience that again) and my Favorite Place to Hang out is Cinema and My house. I really like drawing and I often draw my daily life on my tablet like a diary (my hands are fine-)

My love language is quality time, I know I may not be a talkative person but spending time with someone special is what makes me want to talk a lot, i might be the silent jealous type, not because I don't want to admit it but maybe because it's not my right to forbid my partner from interacting with anyone (I will stare at the person who is the reason I'm jealous). I'm also not the type of person who believes in "love at first sight", maybe other people feel it but not me

a little information about my appearance: I am about 176 cm tall. My hair is short Platinum blonde (dye), and black eyes and Oliver skin

Things I like : Flowers, Books, Rabbits, Spicy and sour food (but I'm not a picky eater), Going out or staying at home, Coffee, Drawing, and the color white

Things I hate : Lizard, smoke, Ghost, Horror game and movie ( I'm a scared cat ok-)

I'm sorry if it's too long and feel free to ignore this if you want to, and thanks if you read this. I'll see you soon

You are literally too sweet for words. Nothing can describe you accurately in the amount of sweetness and kindness you possess. Yet ever so valiant of the human traditions of pain and suffering. Even demons would be initially blinded in your radiance, mistaking you for the Virtue of Kindness. I’m not kidding, you are giving me a lot to work with. Let’s see if I can put my work up to the test…

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I match you with…

Mammon!

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Look, he is called a scumbag a lot, but he’s different with you. You both met under unfortunate circumstances and got forced into a very difficult situation to navigate, but you both figured it out slowly and like every slowburn romance novel that Satan reads, you fell for each other faster than Lucifer has even seen with Lilith back when they were still angels in the Celestial Realm

Now, it seems odd to put you guys together, but trust me, this works really well. He’s the voice when you’re the words, you fit together so well and would be totally lost without the other, no structure or flow to have anything go smoothly. You, the eye of the storm and he, the raging turbulence protecting you. He’s your first demon, he ain’t letting you go and he’s hoping you won’t let go of him either

Speaking of which, this demon has also raised a very angry creature. He gets angry and its many types, so when he sees you giving the cold shoulder to everyone and being way quieter? Bet on it that shit is gonna turn around real fast. He’ll offer to spend time with him on whatever sounds good in the moment. Whether it be homework, a joyride, or even just cuddling together, bet on it that he’s gonna convince you to be together alone for as long as it takes you to finally break and talk to him. He’s not even trying to talk over you either, he wholeheartedly listens to every little detail you’ll spare him. You deserve to be heard, you should know that better than anyone since you listen to him all the time

Will never actively let you walk by yourself when on a hike, let alone consider the idea of going on one if you’re not totally over the whole near death experience. While he does wanna show you the secret little places he’s found, he knows that you’re not for hikes, especially since you informed him of your last traumatic hike experience. He’s conflicted, he knows pictures will do it no justice, but at the same time he’s worried he’s never going to be able to show you some places he treasures and wants to share it with you. Please help him come to a decision already

Will immediately spend tons of Grimm he’s managed to save up to turn his room into a movie theater from home. He does get the appeal of the cinemas, but why not be able to have it all to yourself when you don’t feel like being sociable? He thinks this is a grand idea, Lucifer is less thrilled with the charges that Mammon has managed to rack up ever since learning your love for the cinemas

Will absolutely try to test your tastebuds against the Devildom’s spicy levels of food. He’s ridiculous and he needs to get that energy out somehow, eating spicy helps him stay at maintained levels of goofiness. He really does love it when you scarf down your food and on top of that be able to handle it? Super hot, literally and figuratively. Even when you can’t handle the heat, you both have a good laugh about it anyways. No shame in spice!

Has great relief that you are never willing to watch horror movies. As much as he claims otherwise, he’s terrified of the movies as he just gets so invested into it, he feels as though he’s part of the movie itself. That’s why he’s so scared of them, even if he knows it’s not real. He’s much more of a Fantasy, Action, and Adventure genres are more his type of movies. But minus the horror? He’s down to watch anything with you, no matter if it’s at the cinemas or in his room

Even if you seem like the opposite couple doomed to fail to everyone else, your relationship with Mammon is of energy balancing acts. If it fails, it’s hilarious at the end usually. If it succeeds, it’s a marvelous accomplishment in your guys’s relationship to be able to do a new thing without getting hurt for it. Sure there’s a few more bumps here and there, but he will never not be by your side

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The follow ups are:

Asmodeus

And

Leviathan

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That’s it folks, until next time!

~Fox

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #om mammon #om leviathan #om asmodeus #obey me matchups #obey me shall we date #om satan #om lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me satan

[25shadesoffebruary]

this is me trying to understand Nine, So i can watch this series and not want to punch him so bear with me

okay so clearly Nine is not satisfied with his current girlfriend, Praew, they have a on again off again relationship and although he loves her he is not in love with her but is afraid to break it off because she I'm guessing harms herself. Idk if my subs were right but all they said was "she was like that when i broke up with her." what exactly was she like? is there a different translation that better describes what that means.

Anyway he has fuckbuddies or callboys idk whatever you want to call them on retainer I'm guessing for when him and Praew are on their 'off again' stage. Idk because before it seem that Praew had left him for another man and then she regretted it. And because the relationship with Daonuea was so new it was easier to chose a relationship that he knows well and can negotiate to his own liking (be with the enemy that you know and not the one you don't ( not the right saying but close enough to what I'm trying to say) / grass isn't always greener on the outsider.)

The man clearly likes to be in control of everything or at least in the know of what is going on. Ex. him being very upset that the group left him out of the content making of the new advertisement. Or was he just upset because it was Daonuea who purposely left him out like he has been doing with other things. idk i would have been upset too no lie. I am convinced this man is a spoiled brat, he has an elevator in his house, there's no way he doesn't think the world belongs to him.

And I guess that applies to Daonuea, who has made it very clear he does not want him that he grew tired of waiting for him and has zero confidence in Nine. Nine who says he has a problem but won't fix it. How is Daonuea suppose to trust that. But even if he can't trust Nine he still has feelings for him because its hard to forget someone who has given you so many memories. He had felt a strong connection with him at one point. But because Nine has no concept of the word "no" he just thinks the word means "try harder." which is maybe how he became so successful in his business and other pursuits in his life. Why he drives such a fancy car and lives in a house with an elevator (I'm not going to get over that). And I don't think he inherited the money from his parents, someone correct me if I'm wrong. Because I honestly don't remember.

So if he didn't inherited all that money it means he worked hard af to obtained it which furthers explains his attitude and pursuit towards Daonuea. SO, I'm guessing with all that hard work he had to find loneness and isolation in it at some point which would explain why he travels so much, he is looking for someone who like said "is compatible" with him and he hadn't found that until he meant Daonuea who he ghosted for 3 months to continue is off and on again relationship with Praew. Because even if she isn't the one he wants or desires its better than being alone and rejected. Clearly Nine does not handle rejection well [i.e. daonuea making it Facebook official with Tee and Nine loosing his fucking mind and then basically assaulting him and trying to force him to actually admit his feelings towards him. Just him not accepting the fact that he can't get what he wants.] Even if it means sabotaging his friend's relationship. But the thing is he doesn't look at Tee as a friend, or at least hasn't since his college days ( because Tee said it was hard to get in contact with him, he removed himself from all social media sites and doesn't pick up his phone, so clearly its a one-sided friendship, I mean i kinda figured when tee claimed him as his best friend but nine hasn't mention his friendship with Tee once. Apparently the only one he looks to as a friend is Candy. His attitude is different when he is with her. SO i guess him pursuing Daonuea can't be considered backstabbing if Nine doesn't view him as a friend idk.

So from all that i have gather Nine is a very complex spoiled brat who has no idea how to take rejection and has no idea that the world does not revolve around him. But even then i think the core of it all is that he wants to be with someone who desires him as much he desires the other. He doesn't want to have to guess like has to with Praew and because he felt that connection with Daonuea, he has been trying to hold on with both hands to it.

Okay so this is what I got, thoughts and opinions, lets have a conversation if any of y'all care enough to do so.

#check out the series #check out

[empressaraceli1992]

AU TEAM 141 X ME1-ME3

I had an idea for an AU where the Biotic Initive was a military program - but a faulty one. Anyone with the L2 died of brain bleeding. The few who survived the L5 were forced to the N7 program, and of those only a handful survived. Including Commander Shepard. (You can use OCC Fem/BroShep. For mine I went with Femshep).

While on a mission the helo they are in is taken out by an RPG and everyone on Shepard's team dies - including her. She's nothing more than "meat and tubes", but the black ops military team Cerberus doesn't think she's done enough for the world so they rebuild her. (In my AU they remove her scars even the ones before the Helo explosion in some macrame of Frankenstein's monster). Once rebuilt Shepard is forced to go from team to team being Vanguard as punishment for not protecting her first team.

Eventually, Anderson pulls some strings and has her join the 141 Taskforce. Shepard has always been the mom of her team, so she takes time to get to know the 141 hoping it will be the last team she'll ever have to work with. It will be her home.

She's tough, but fair. She gets Ghost Earl Grey when the base runs out, but fussed at him for being to harsh on Soap. Because she is a Commander she gets a room next to Ghost's. And despite her significant height difference she doesn't pay him any mind when he gets angry. She forces him to eat even if that means bringing his food to his door. She spars with him when he's angry (her upgrades prevent any permanent damage so Ghost can cut loose). And comforts him through his nightmares by sitting with her back against the headboard and his head in her lap as she combs her fingers through his hair.

For Soap she keeps favorite candy on hand at all times, but insists he eats well. She treats Soap like a little brother, calling him kid, which endears her to Ghost. She fusses at him just as much when he gets hurt. He reminds her of Grunt. So she's very protective in the field, despite knowing Soap isn't helpless. She will spar with Soap, because he enjoys it, but she never goes full force and wins most of the time.

Price she respects - treats him like she did Anderson - and always remembers to get some cigars when she goes out on a supply run. She even ribs him about Farah until she realizes he likes Gaz. She listens when Price is concerned, and gives her honest opinion. Price knows Anderson from before and knows that he loves Shepard like his own so he's inclined to treat her the same in the 141.

Gaz she adores, and teases endless about his crush on Price. She eventually convinces Gaz to ask Price out. Price confused messes it up and Shepard threatens to break his neck if he doesn't go fix it immediately.

When she meets Alejandro he cannot stand the idea that she doesn't know how to dance and insists on teaching her how to do the tango. Shepard agrees - reluctantly - and "accidentally" ends up showing these moves off to Ghost when Soap drags him in the room "You've got to see this!". Alejandro and Shepard become fast friends sharing their concerns about their teams and working hard to protect them.

Rudy doesn't like thunderstorms. Shepard finds him one day really upset because of the huge storm outside. It doesn't storm often in Las Elmas, but when it does its a huge one. In this AU Shpard can play the violin - so she soothes Rudy by playing for him and "battling the storm" (using familiar comforting sounds to combat the scary ones).

Shepard respects Valeria - she's like Miranda to her. They drink together and talk shit to the boys when they get out of hand. Shepard's trust in Valeria initially upsets Alejandro until Shepard has him look at it from Valerie's point of view.

Shepard is open with her affection for all of them. Comfortable helping them in line with all of their unique quirks:

I mean hell if Shepard can make Zaeed a respected member of the Normandy she can love Ghost and all his problems - even help him without lessening his character. Because to Shepard his scars are proof he's alive. (She's sad hers are gone as they reminded her of her team).

#ghost #cod mw2 #mass effect #commander shepard #soap cod #price cod #gaz cod #alternate au

[thefixations-ofmine]

Language!

Steve Rogers x Chris Evans A/N: I had this little idea when I saw this (x) drawing after Chris’ mishap at ACE, and um... yeah I’m sorry guys! Warnings: selfsest?, smut, gay sex, oral sex Word count: 1190

Drabbles Master | Main Master

A loud thud erupts from the hallway that leads to the front of the house. Its sound is distinct, vibrating even, and Chris knows exactly what is waiting for him. Frightened, he’s up and backing away into the kitchen before he can hear the man sigh with annoyance. The cold of the marble countertop startles him as his bare back reaches it, and a shiver of anticipation runs along his spine.

“Christopher!” His name is growled with a commanding force, but his body is frozen in place. He’d be piercing his teeth through the plush skin of his bottom lip any minute now. From his hiding spot next to the fridge, Chris can see Steve’s silhouette mirrored on the glass doors as he walks around the corner of the open living space. He looks right, then turns towards Chris, and he finally seems to relax a bit. “There you are,” Steve adds with a shit eating grin.

Caught up with too many emotions, Chris can only gulp and nod a faint yes as the burning gaze of his lover’s blue eyes shoots arrows through him. 

“How w-was the mission?” Chris tries and collects himself.

“Boring. We were done by noon. Got back to the hotel and turned my laptop on,” he says as he crosses his arms over his chest. He knows Chris is holding his breath. He knows he’s got him hooked on guilt. “Seems like I should be asking you if your day went well?”

“I, um…” He’s panicking. Why is he panicking? He’s seen Steve be all bossy before. Actually, he was the one who made him comfortable with using it during sex. But this time, Chris’ jaw trembles at the sight of the broad man who inches closer like a slick snake.

“Funny how you used your words earlier,” Steve says with a dark chuckle. “What did I say about swearing in public? Huh?” He punctuates his question with a slam of his hand by Chris’ head on the cupboard. He brings the other to hold onto his prey’s jaw, tilting his head back in the process. Steve bends forward so that he’s ghosting over Chris, and right as he knows he’s about to whine in complaint, he seals the man’s lips with his own. Chris moans into it, content to feel what he had missed most over the last two weeks.

“Steve,” Chris whines onto his lips.

“Christopher, sweetheart, you know what happens when you don’t behave.” Pulling him sharply off the counter and into his embrace, Steve brings Chris koala style into the living room and plops himself down on the couch, keeping him on his lap. 

Chris is able to bring his hands to his lover’s neck, making him shudder and close his eyes as the weak tremble of them ghosts over his skin. Mirrored eyes seem to plead for the same thing. Hungry. Bold. Desperate maybe? Desperate enough that Chris breaks another rule and kisses Steve without asking. He’d take the risk; he missed this too much. It pulls a groan out of Steve nonetheless, which encourages him to test the limit further.

“Baby boy,” Steve breaks the kiss for the warning. He’s not convincing though, doesn’t want to be. “Fuck. So good.” He crawls his hand to the back of Chris’ head, and the sharp tug to his hair causes the man to grind down harder on him. 

 "What do I have to do?“ Shy of a whisper, Chris asks in a hurry so he doesn’t delay his release. Their release, to be precise. As much as he craves Steve’s touch, his ass needs a good pounding and the thought of it has his dick twitching between them. 

Steve hums his demand onto his neck; "Put that mouth to good use.”

Faster than he could blink, Chris crawls off the strong lap - a faint whine creeps out of his lips when his knees hit the ground, and he can see Steve’s cock swell in the confines of his stealth suit. 

“Come on,” Steve insists when the brunette seems to have frozen once more. “You always make me feel so good.”

Chris’ hands make quick work of the zipper as his captain takes off the top half. Although he loves the suit, Chris could never grow tired of the hard, chiseled abs that the serum provided. He also loves the sight of the broad man’s dick springing over said abs. Both men lick their lips in anticipation, but this time it’s Steve’s breath that gets caught up.

“God I love your cock.” Chris’ comment tingles over Steve’s skin, and without warning, the tip of his prize hits the back of his throat. 

“Hnng.” It’s stronger than him. The sight of his protégé taking his dick until his eyes water makes him go wild every time. He lets his arms fall to his sides and bunches what he can from the soft throw that decorates the corner of the couch. He doesn’t want to control him, not this time. He knows Chris can punish himself. He trusts him. Right here, right now he only wants his dick sucked and he knows just how easily his other-half can provide. 

As promised, he feels his tip being squeezed into the tight ring of Chris’ throat. His hips jerk up involuntarily, causing his lover to gag around him even more. Once he’s satisfied with his work, Chris starts to set a pace as he alternates between the warmth of his hands and the slick of his tongue. He moans when Steve groans his name. He’s working him up with passion, finally able to please his captain and help him relax after his long time away. 

“Baby. Chris,” Steve murmurs between heavy breaths. “I’m…” The words fail him when he feels the tip of the brunette’s nose on his pubes. He’s right there, right on the edge, and if Chris doesn’t stop he’ll be coming down his throat. 

“Can’t even control myself around you. Shit,” Steve adds. “You’re the only one who makes me vulnerable, you know that?”

Chris can only hum around his dick, still determined to give him the best welcoming gift. It seems to do the trick, and soon Steve’s up on his feet, his hands tightly gripping the blonde hair as he rocks his hips into him. Chris gags and coughs up for air, but he loves everything about it. He struggles to keep his eyes locked on his captain’s face, not wanting to miss a single expression; seeing Steve’s mouth fall open has him shivering, his body anticipating his own turn. 

“Christopher!” Steve repeats between a series of fucks. It takes two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling himself in the back of his throat, shaking and grunting and loving every second of it. His orgasm seems to last longer than the usual. Once it washes off, he lets himself fall back into the couch again, smiles down at his boy and caresses his cheek.

“See what that mouth can do when it’s used properly?” Chris laughs at his statement. “Now come here and kiss me, we’re not done here." 

#ronnie writes #steve x chris #rpf fic #marvel fic #marvel smut

[jellyluchi]

since no one asked here's the uni/college AU

Rose is a painting/fine arts major in uni and befriends Meg and Jammes in her first year during general education for liberal arts courses she's now in her third year and completing several paintings a week which means she has to sign up to use the painting studio provided by the university

enter the music department's ghost!!!

usually she would use it at random but after a couple times using it at late night and hearing beautiful music from the piano room next door she starts to use the same painting schedule thinking it's any other student practicing and tells her friends Meg and Jammes that the best thing the university did was putting the painting studios next to the music rooms because she gets a free concert while doing her work the music plays every tuesday and thursday like clockwork ! but Meg and Jammes know someone in the music department (wink wink!) who says that it's the music department's ghost playing at night and rose doesn't believe any of it

"be so for real right now a ghost???"

so when Rose goes back to the same schedule for painting in the borrowed studio she slowly walks up to the piano room door when it was playing open it and finds... no one there !!! it spooks her so bad she ignores it and decides to finish up and leave the next time she's with her friends she recalls the incident and Meg who is especially supersticious and believes in this stuff is extremely adamant that yes this is a ghost! but she's still not convinced Rose still is deathly afraid of actual supernatural forces and she has to believe its not a ghost for her own sanity and the next time she's there she pleads to the ghost

"please miss maam.. mr... mx person ghost don't haunt me!"

she really speaks to the ghost like any person asking them to not haunt her and that she loves their playing KJBAJKSBD she obviously gets no responses but then later she starts hearing weird noises and the piano music has stopped what's worse she gets the eerie feeling of being watched and rose is soo fucking spooked she couldn't take it anymore! one last noise in the dark corner hallway fucks her up when she was cleaning up her painting stuff and she lets out a scream and runs down the hallway breaking a couple of her brushes in the process

but the next time she's there someone left her repaired brushes!

Rose was so ready to believe it's a real ghost haunting the entire art department but ghosts definitely do not leave free gifts with a strange red hardwriting of her name even so she asks Meg and Jammes if it were either of them and obviously they're like wtf no girl you're being haunted and Rose is so exasperated like !!! I specifically asked him not to haunt me !!! they go talk to the friend in the music department Christine and she confirms it is indeed the music department's ghost but she is quite uncomfortable when talking about it...it's a bit weird !!

and then Meg and Jammes want to bring a ouija board...l

It's so stupid when Rose is painting they just barge into her studio without warning when the music was playing next door and hauls the board into it and Rose is like fuck no!!! but whoever the ghost is thinks it's quite amusing that a couple young girls is messing with him kind of... the music stops the sounds intensify and the "ghost" messes with them however he pleases only stopping when Rose is clearly upset and bids her friends goodbye she just wants the strange happenings to stop that is until the next time she is painting she thinks its time to face her fears and go see for herself who this ghost really is and opens the piano room door to see a black shadow in the darkened room hitting the piano's notes... there's only two yellow stars that stare at her from where the head of the body should be..

"you! You're the ghost!"

#taha talks #oc stuff #selfship stuff #selfship au

[trains-of-thought]

What if Mario was depressed?

Concept Summary: Being the hero has taken its toll, and Mario's mental health is at an all time low. Alone and on the brink of defeat, he finds hope in a long-time acquaintance, and begins to gradually heal.

- Prologue: Status post Odyssey. Mario and Peach say goodbye to Luigi, who is leaving on a ghost excursion with E. Gadd.

- Chapter 1: (Months Later) Daisy finds Mario sitting alone, at night, on the edge of a cliff, and stays with him until he gets up and leaves with her.

- Chapter 2: (The Next Morning) Mario goes to a meeting at the castle with Peach and her royal advisors to discuss Bowser's prolonged absence from the Mushroom Kingdom. The group decides to send a small group of Toads on a reconnaissance mission to investigate. Following the meeting, Daisy corners Mario and forces/convinces him to spend the rest of the day with her.

- Chapter 3: (A few days later) Daisy confronts Mario about his recent behavior after an unanswered phone call had her assuming the worst (suicide). He denies her claims that anything's wrong with him (despite evidence) and an argument ensues. After time to cool off, the two come together and reconcile.

- Chapter 4 - 10: Mario and Daisy start regularly spending time together, doing activities that go back to Mario's roots/that he once found meaningful (repairing, building, carpentry, etc). He grows closer to Daisy, and eventually opens up to her about his depression. Upon the reveal, Daisy STRONGLY suggests Mario go to Peach regarding his current problems, believing she would be able to help. Mario vehemently refuses to do so, believing that Princess Peach (and the Mushroom Kingdom) wouldn't understand. The conflicting views lead to a major argument and the two go their separate ways.

- Chapter 11: The reconnaissance toads have returned and the royal council reconvenes. The Darklands are quiet, soothing some and putting others on edge, making the group at odds regarding next steps (if any). Later that night, Mario returns home to find Bowser in his bedroom. Bowser reveals that following Peach's rejection on the moon, he's taken time to re-evaluate his life and priorities. He also reveals he's been spying on the Mushroom Kingdom and (more importantly) Mario. Bowser is surprisingly understanding of Mario's position, and presses him to follow through with Daisy's suggestion of talking to Princess Peach.

Chapter 12: Mario invites Daisy over, apologizes, and asks her to help him approach Peach (and the kingdom) with his problems. The two stay up gathering/jotting down Mario's thoughts and preparing them for him to share.

Chapter 13: The next morning, Luigi returns to spot a disheveled Daisy leaving the brothers' home. Assuming the worst (affair), the brother's fight, leading to a botched confession of Mario's current mental struggles, which Luigi is too furious to take seriously.

Chapter 14 & 15: The brother's misunderstanding leads to all of Toad Town (Peach included) learning Mario's secret. Peach goes to Mario to inquire about what she's heard and (much to Mario's surprise) is understanding of his feelings.

Chapter 16: Daisy walking with Mario to his first therapy session with Merlon.

A Plot: Mario's Mental Health

B Plot: Bowser's Inactivity/Mushroom Kingdom Duties

C Plot: Luigi Away From Home/Mario's Growing Closeness w/ Daisy

Main Character Analysis (Mario): Mario is an extroverted introvert; the attention that comes with being a world famous hero can only be handled in small quantities. As a blue collar boy from the Big Apple, blending in with the crowd is much more natural. Mushroom Kingdom adventures, though strenuous, are a much needed relief from the attention when they arise, but Bowser's recent absence has led to prolonged break from traveling. Pastimes like sporting events and parties used to be a stress relieving and enjoyable, but now feel like extra work and require forced effort to participate in. Thankfully, Mario always has his brother at home to keep him grounded, but Luigi's recent far away ghost excursion has left Mario isolated and alone.

Mario LOVES his job, he is incredibly grateful for the world of opportunities that have opened up for him and his brother since arriving in the Mushroom Kingdom, but the attention and celebrity status that come with it have become insufferable. Mario doesn't want to see adventuring as an escape from his life and the citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom, but he can't help it. He's not only miserable, but incredibly guilty about feeling miserable. He knows all too well that he owes everything to Princess Peach and her people. He could never even think to imagine sharing some of his concerns with Peach, it would only convey ungratefulness. So he pleases the people, and puts on a happy face despite growing anguish.

Mario has considered sharing what's going with his brother on more than one occasion, but always decides against it. In his current mental state, he is prone to assuming the worst: his brother wouldn't understand or take him seriously (you're living the big life as a world famous hero! How in the world could you be unhappy?)

*Addendum:

Mario is naturally prone to keeping his emotions to himself:

one of little words

Hard life in Brooklyn. Prioritizing making ends meet vs mental health (hierarchy of needs)

As a hero and older sibling, Mario is a symbol of hope and strength, mental struggle is a weakness that he isn’t ready to admit to others or himself

#supermario #mental health #fanfiction #brainstorming #writing #depression #major depressive disorder #story concept

[bluu3berry]

Understress. (New UTAU)

Understress is an AU based off of this neutral route, with a diverse character and story that i'm working on. in this post i'll explain the characters, and what their roles are!

(Below this line will show depression, /trying/ to unalive oneself, and trauma. IWC (interact with caution)

YOU. The human that fell into the last bit of pieces they're scared, and worried only being 5. They're the soul of comfort and have the power to make ones around them comfortable, or u uncomfortable which will turn them mad, or angry. They're quiet, and will sometimes break YOUR control to act out... it is very hard to do a full complete genocide, Age: 5, Gender: Genderless (masculine)

(Name: tiki, can only find out after they betray you after the genocide run having to fight them, and during the pacifist route when they thank you for your help)

Stress, the guardian. He has given up with "going easy" after a panic attack of what he'll do he smashed his head in with a rock trying to end himself which ended in a crack but failed, so he made himself useful as the guardian to KILL. any human that comes down... with terms and expections...

Dino, after seeing their idle die infront of them they've fell to an almost depression, the only help they have is stress which have adopted dino in help to take care of them. They're more shy and are very scared of humans.. its rare sans will ever let you around them, Only once you complete true pacifist will he let you see him.

(during genocide he'll run infront of his adopted father to protect him from the last blow)

Blook. the ghost in a sheet, hidden away. They used a dusty old sheet to hide who they truely are and what they're... they're the warner, and once they spot you will go rant to stress so he knows a new human fell, At pacifist he'll take off his sheet to reveal who he truely is!.. genocide... is.. different..

Dusty, after trying to clean his shop and keep it steady the dust and particles collected into hsi fire making it into a sooty, he has no real meaning and is the only food provider for everyone around the AU.. He is a very tired guy and usually can be found working, hanging out with stress or playing with dino, Pacifist the dust and soot will slowly clear up nearby the end, Genocide he'll be a boss you'll have to fight.

<he has a minor crush on stress>

alps after a failed suicide and being the only person left in the hotland since people grouped together to meet in snowdin, alps keeps in her own lab alone and usually works all day until she passes out.

She has no more real personality being obbsessed with re-creating determination, forcing the almagations testing on each one and digging into each file, not regretting it anymore.. Alp's middle horn was ripped off after the roped slipped tearing it out.

(she's very obbsessed with bandages)

Funfact/ Lore bits: chara? and flowey/asriel?? have moved to heaven... (narratior is no one)

ROUTES: You cannot do neutral routes

Pacifist beginning: the only way to do a pacifist route is fleeing from sans, after 4 flee's he'll relized you'll not try to kill everyone and let you stay. with a close eye.. you'll never be able to leave snowdin without doing a genocide.. the only way to see alps is during a genocide run.

Genocide beginning: after being almost attacked by stress in the beginning, the first fight is after the bridge (where papyrus WOULDVE shown you the big attack be decided against it) you can kill him their, and start the genocide run. Or flee and run to snowdin and fight him.. which is how you meet Dino, His boss fight is like sans but longer, and a bit harder.

Pacifist end: after you convince everyone you're good by going around and talking with them with stresses help, you'll be stuck in the underground with them.. alps will get the news soon enough and will try to attack you. But will soon fail with sans calming her down, to the best he could.. and sending her back to her dismay. as you loose control of the body/sprite you wonder into stresses room while he's busy with alps. The sprite will face the screen and bow, in a thanks.. as tiki introduces theirself... then the game ends.

Genocide end: after you kill everyone and the mini-bosses/mobs/monsters and NPC's you'll get a text message when you're in a fight " Its a loop.. Copycat.. " as you walk to the hotland to kill alps, she tackles you and kills you instantly in a craze to escape... the screen will turn black seeing a translucent version of the sprite which looks up at you and shakes their head, as a /dead/ version of frisk as they looked dissapointed the eyes wide, and its reveled they're/were the narrator.. as they too leave with Tiki in dissapointment at the whole entire empty underground.

All of this lore belongs to me, the sprites are edited by me, but belongs to me (OG sprite edited) if you'd like more reblog and share this so i know understress might actually do well!

#undertale au #sans au #undertale art #utmv sans #sans oc #sans undertale #utau #undertale comic #Understress #Stress sans #fyp #underverse #undertale #undertale universe #undertale fandom #sans #undertale fanart #undertale anniversary #undertale sprites #sprites #game #for you page

[kyriemrmister]

tw time prison fic but

the po honda civic post was on my dash and even though there's So Much Wrong with the time prison fic there's also some lines and moments that live in my head rent-free because i love to torment myself with continuing to read it

(elw*nn j*mes my beloathed, tw for mentions of genitalia, daddy kink, slurs, madness combat mentions, sex jokes, five nights at freddy's mentions, pee jokes, poop jokes, sexualization of minors in a smutless manner, mention of drugs and drug trips, and the fact this is a long post about a very cursed crossover fic that i can describe as 'loud house revamped meets tails gets trolled' quite easily. don't click the read more if you can't handle/have triggers towards these things, just scroll past and don't barge into my askbox about it. curate your experience or perish.)

socks getting drunk on vanilla extract (like the meme) and hallucinating that ghosts stole his balls, and the narration reiterating that since he's transmasc he wasn't born with them

oc catgirl fursona tells him that. which only convinces socks that ghosts timetravelled back in time, went into his mother's womb, stole his balls and made him trans

scooby-doo parody in the reboot that involves socks, seiya, shiryu and hyoga trying to bust a ghost in a manner like ghostbusters that somehow shoves a half life full life consequences ("zombie goasts leave this place") AND a the exorcist ("the power of christ compels you") reference one after the other in the dialogue (hyoga says both) and when that doesn't work seiya just tries to intimidate the ghost by flirting/screaming at it

said sequence also involves seiya calling shiryu an 'egirl son of a bitch' (??? i guess shiryu's daphne?) and the ghost isn't even a ghost, it's davy jones in the onion armor from the dark souls memes and davy is just delivering catnip to oc catgirl fursona

seiya is punished for there not being any actual ghost and is forced to clean clearly self-insert mike nesmith's fireplace in a sexy catgirl maid outfit

ikki in this fic works for peppino's pizza as a delivery person and his first delivery is to snick's house, who transforms into, not snick.exe but a 'sanic'-ified version of himself and chases ikki while the sanic meme music plays, bassboosted low quality and all

oc madness combat employer makes mike nesmith x reader fics and they are accidentally printed on the group's printer and this somehow leads to the fic's version of mike porking her

peppino gets a giant purple pizza cutter with angelic runes that translate to the 'pizza pasta put it in a box' ditty, and when they're read out loud the person that read the runes gets attacked by a horde of ghost rats

micky asking if davy needs anything at the store. davy says she wants to fuck. micky's response is, verbatim: "they don't have that."

the peppino weed trip sequence that is set to running in the 90s, features peppino getting beat up by a plethora of cameos, including jd knudson from loud house revamped, cecil from nightvale, and the fish from sharktale

also it ends with him getting jumpscared by freddy fazbear, and then "you have hurt peppino" in the dark souls font with that "game over yeeeeaaaah" soundclip playing over it

messing with the storyline of head (1968) somehow by having the setting's gods trap the victor mature character in the traptanium from fuckign skylanders. this traptanium powers a city in the arctic btw

one bit that takes place in peppino's has the noise breaking through the wall, t-posing, in a sexy catgirl maid outfit (when one of these is involved in the story its always a joke btw) and the fuckibg nyan cat song plays at full volume

peppino's response is um, this: "You sonnuva rotten lasagna! I'm gonna beat-a the mcfuckin' shit outta you and your tiny little dick!"

he doesn't get to. ikki just uses the phoenix cloth and 'omae wa mou shindeiru's him while saying that line verbatim

seiya and hyoga argument that involves the lines 'fuck your stupid baka life' and 'if it pisses like a duck it shits like one too'

mike breaks up the argument and seiya calls him 'daddy'. mike slaps him and kinkshames him because he's not part of the harem and therefore cannot call him daddy

also the time prison bit originates from an actual plot development that never gets mentioned again where the guy who gets thrown there and talks about it is kyle carrozza of funny music project and mighty magiswords fame

luke ski gets tossed into the sea of japan and becomes, basically, monica from ddlc and gets so clingy and attached to kyle he erases his GODDAMN IRL WIFE from existence

the ending of the original fic involves mike killing valo by using an attack so powerful it just destroys the entirety of reality (previously established to be everything fictional, including fanfiction, as well as our reality) and everyone and everything in it and it breaks everything so bad reality as a whole has to be rebooted

i wouldn't recommend it.

#layne.txt #this fic gives me a headache if i read it too long #i'm just baffled on how weird it is #btw for the most part it's a serious fic #the writers have the worst sense of humor tho and it SHOWS

[multifandomimagines]

Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

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[hotwings0203]

I JUST SAW FIGHT CLUB AND HOOOLLYYY-

Bro could you IMAGINE FightClub!Bakugo?

Tw:noncon, language, harassment

Okay okay get this: you’re down in the basement listening to the usual men holler and punch each other around while you do your job as their cute little “accountant”. While many of them have good jobs and a real life, the actual members don’t have time or the intellect to juggle the numbers and money around as fast as you can. You’ve been coming here for a while now, and you’re used to the jeers and wolf-whistles coming your way since you’re basically one of the few or only women who dare to come down here.

But there’s one fighter who just can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Bakugo fucking Katsuki.

The man is ruthless, he’s relentless, he’s a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. You swear he’s had to have taken a shitload of steroids in his youth, otherwise how else could he have built up that much muscle? There’s no way an average gym-goer has that kinda build.

He’s always the first and the last one out in the rink, swaying back and forth with his fists up, a twisted grin on his face that was so reminiscent of a wolf before it lunges for its prey.

It usually took more than two men to pull him off the unconscious bodies that he had just beaten to a pulp, effectively breaking one of Fight Clubs Rules: get up when someone is down.

But he’s too good to let go, no one has the balls to tell him to take his money somewhere else since they’re all scared shitless of him.

Which leads him to believing that he’s practically a god down here, that he can conquer anything: including you.

No one really calls it harassment because no one really cares. What’s so wrong in a guy having a little crush? What, you came down here seeing all this testosterone but you can’t deal with it yourself? Don’t be a prudish bitch.

“Bakugo, I’m at work right now, I don’t want to.”

“C’mon toots, this ain’t even real work, you’re just fumblin’ my hard earned cash.” He grins slyly and crosses his bulging muscular arms, leaning against the doorway of the little office you’re given to work your magic.

You turn in your rickety seat and glare at him, ignoring the way he licks his lips and lets his eyes roam all over your body. “If I’m so shit at my work then go somewhere else and stop bothering me.”

He chuckles in his baritone voice and shakes his head at you. “Naw, can’t do that sweets. If I did then I’d never be able to see your pretty face again now, could I?” Bakugo leers at you and you turn your face in disgust.

“I don’t wanna go out for lunch, or ever with you. Now get out before I have to call someone in here.”

“Oh, is that so?” He uncrosses his arms and steps through the threshold, his body growing larger and more menacing as he slowly draws closer to you. Luckily a fight had broken out near the office months ago so there was no more door from the aftereffects, but that didn’t mean you felt safe even with open space.

“G-get out. I’m serious, Bakugo-“

“-Call me Katsuki, angel. And you don’t really mean that, do you? Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye when you say such mean things.” His voice drops an octave as he comes to stand in front of your seated form, towering above your wide eyes, clenched fists and trembling figure.

He leans down and you flinch and gasp as his breath ghosts over your face. He places both arms on either side of your chair so you have nowhere to look but him.

“You’re such a nice breath of fresh hair down here, through all the blood and violence. You’re like a flower...” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and breaths out a laugh when you turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut.

“A flower, so fragile...a flower that smells so fucking good...” you feel like you can’t properly breathe as he leans in next to your ear and inhales deeply.

“A flower waiting to be deflowered herself.”

“What’s going on here?” A lanky body in the doorway appears.

Bakugo pulls back and turns his head ever so slightly towards the dude, growling under his breath at the interruption.

“We’re in the middle of something here, so you can just get the fuck ou-“

“-Well, it doesn’t really look like she’s into whatever you’re doing,” the man scoffs and takes in your pale face and shaking hands.

Bakugo stands to his fullest height, almost neck and neck with the man at the door.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear a complaint from her.” He cocks his head and stretches, allowing his muscles to ripple with each movement, something that didn’t go unseen by your much skinnier savior.

But he doesn’t back down. He only swallows and rubs the back of his neck.

“Well, we’re all being called out to put our bets in for the next match anyways, so you better come out before we get our asses kicked.”

The blond grumbles about weak men and no balls, then casts a dark look at your frozen figure before shouldering past the man at the door, almost knocking him down.

As soon as he’s out of your line of vision, you exhale and relax into your seat.

“You okay?” The fallen soldier scrambles back up and cautiously approaches you, looking over your body in a way that didn’t remind you of Bakugo undressing you with his eyes...rather, it was a protective, and worried once-over.

“Yeah, he’s just...a lot to handle sometimes. Doesn’t know when to quit.” You laugh shakily and run a hand through your hair.

“No wonder the dude’s a menace. He’s used to getting what he wants, I guess.” The man acknowledges this grimly, and for the first time you’re relieved that finally someone hasn’t turned a blind eye to your harassment.

“Are they really calling us down for bets?”

“No, I just said that to get him off your ass. Didn’t seem like you liked whatever he was doing.”

You give him a wobbly smile and he returns it.

“Sooo we should probably run before he comes back up here, right?”

“Oh most definitely,” you actually giggle before leaping out of your seat and joining the man to bound up the steps two at a time to freedom.

You both end up bonding pretty well over the weeks, even going out for coffee and lunch dates here and there. You’ve come to really like him, his shyer demeanor more than a majority of the ragtag men down in the basements, his chivalry refreshing to you amongst the blood and foul language thrown around the ring.

You feel like a woman with him, not some piece of ass like you were used to.

Bakugo noticed all this, of course. You started avidly avoiding him, ducking your head down and hiding behind your new ally before he could open his coarse mouth and stalk towards you. He couldn’t find you in your dingy office anymore either, because your savior was up in a cafe doing the calculations with you, laughing away about the latest matches.

That has to change. Effective immediately.

“Yo, newbie. How you been? Haven’t seen you fightin’ here for a while,” Bakugo claps his meaty hand on the scrawny guy’s back, nearing sending him toppling over.

“Yeah, y’know, just haven’t been feeling it lately.” He rubs the stinging feeling away from his sore shoulders and side eyes the blond suspiciously. He had seen firsthand just how bad-news of a guy he was, and he didn’t wanna get caught up in all that.

But Katsuki wasn’t just all brawn. He had some brains, too.

“Look, I know I prolly gave off a weird first impression with Y/N back then. But it’s all in good health, ‘was just messin’ around like I always do.”

“Yeah, sure...”

“How ‘bout we get some coffee or somethin’? You seem like a solid dude, plus we got shit in common to talk about.”

Like fucking around with my bitch.

“Uh, you sure? I kinda’ wanted to see the last fight,” he trails off unsuredly, scratching his jaw as Katsuki steers him away from the growing crowd.

“There’ll always be fights, man. I wanna show you that I’m a nice guy.”

Bakugo Katsuki was not a nice guy.

And everyone knew that too, which is why when some shifted to give the duo a curious glance he met them with a death glare. Any gazes locked on Katsuki’s hand wrapped around the lanky guy’s shoulders were immediately casted down.

You didn’t see your savior for a while.

It had been two weeks since he mysteriously disappeared from his usual place in the outskirts of the crowd, because unbeknownst to you, a certain fighter was keeping him away from you and convincing him to have a friendly brawl over lunch.

You only found out about it on a Friday night, when a crowd much bigger than before was gathered in the dim basement, voices hushed and whispering.

“What’s going on? Why’s everyone so quiet?” You whisper to one of the usuals.

“‘Heard Bakugo’s fighting some dude that was handpicked by himself. He somehow managed to convince the poor bastard to have some kinda’ match with him.”

You felt your heart sinking.

“Who did he pick?”

“‘Dunno, some skinny guy, a newbie I think. Hasn’t been around for too long so I guess he doesn’t know how big of a monster he’s gonna be beaten by.” The groupie shrugged, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

Without saying another word, you spun around and started running around all over the place looking for either of the two.

You end up stumbling into the men’s bathroom, desperate beyond salvation to stop this bloodbath.

He’s there, he’s at the urinal and he yelps when he hears you barge in. You avert your eyes and let his adjust himself as he sputters indignantly.

“Y/N? What’re you doing in here? This is a men’s-“

“Don’t fight him.”

“What?”

“Don’t fight Bakugo, please, he’s gonna kill you, I know he is-“

“-Calm down, what’re you so worked up about? C’mon, I would’ve thought you’d had a little bit more faith in me to be able to stand my ground.” He teases you but you don’t find it funny, on the contrary you’re terrified out of your mind for his life.

“Did he put you up to this? How could you fight him, you’ve seen what he does to the other guys in the ring!”

“Well yeah, but he knows not to go that hard on me. Actually, he’s not that bad of a guy, we’ve gotten some drinks for the past two weeks and I was wrong about him.”

You gape at him. “Wrong? You saw how he cornered me that one day!”

He shrugs, not put off by the distant memory. “The guy just came back from a fight, he still had testosterone going through him. You can’t blame him for wanting to let a bit of it out, right? You should really give him a chance y’know, he talks about you all the t-“

But you can’t hear anymore, this is madness, there’s barely 10 minutes left until they’re going to call the two down for their death match. You need to find the source of this problem firsthand.

And somehow, a little voice inside your head tells you exactly where you know he is.

You round the corner to your office and there he is in all his glory, seated like a king on your chair, leaned back with his knees spread, carelessly looking through your bank statements and bet papers.

He barely looks at you as he says, “Oh there you are, I was starting to think you’d miss the show.”

You sink to your knees.

He looks up at that.

With a tight chest and burning eyes, your dry throat barely permits you to choke out, “Bak-Katsuki, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t fight him.”

He cracks his neck and leans forward, regarding you with dark vermilion eyes. He looks your position over appreciatively before speaking.

“Why not? He’s so good and great isn’t he? I’m just trying to show you how right you were, after all. I’m sure he’s got a fair chance of beating me.”

You shake your head vigorously, knowing what he’s playing at.

“No, no, you’re better, please. I was wrong about him, I shouldn’t have been friends with him, please don’t fight him Katsuki I’ll do anything-“

“-Oh you’ll do anything I say regardless of if I beat him to a bloody pulp or not. You wanna know why?”

You can barely contain a whimper as he stands and walks over right in front of you, his bulging crotch mere inches away from your face.

He suddenly grabs your hair and you cry out before he yanks your head up to meet his cold eyes.

“Because no one in here is gonna say shit to me. I run things here, toots. And if you want your little boy toy to live through today, you’re gonna watch every blow I give to him, and you’re gonna kiss the fucking knuckles I beat his face with. Got that?”

You sob as he grinds his clothed erection against your tear-streaked face, sniffling when he moans loudly and bucks into your open mouth.

A loud knock on the bare hinges stops Bakugo from pulling the front of his shorts down.

You both turn your heads and see a red-faced side-liner looking down and mumbling something about the match starting.

“‘Be there in a minute. Tell the guys to give my girl here a special front-row seat to this match, she’s gonna wanna see her man win, after all.”

The runner scampers off, leaving you both alone.

He bares his teeth down at you and you cower under his painful hold, the roots of your hair ripping from their strands.

He eventually tosses your head to the side after a few seconds of staring you down, and the second he does you clutch your sore cranium.

“I better see you down there in a minute sweet thing. You gotta get used to it anyways, since you’re gonna be getting accustomed to my rituals before and after matches.”

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