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GhostXSoapXF!Reader

Summary: Alphas Simon and Johnny come across you during your heat. they take you home and show you they have wanted you, just as much as you want them.

Warnings: 18+ smut, 98% porn 2% plot, ABO, double penetration, fingering, oral (both kinda), unprotected sex, mating, creampie's, knotting. readers an omega but I kind of hardly reference it, I think?

Word count: 7661

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes after putting your immediate request for leave in when the first waves of heat started to hit you. Your body was warming and your pussy was getting wet at the smallest sensation. Hastily you grabbed the few things you knew you'd want from your bunk at home and headed down the hallway. Your steps were fast and you were almost put at ease, that was until you smelt the all too familiar scents of Soap and Ghost. It wrapped around you and filled your head with absurd thoughts. You whimpered a little to yourself as you continued walking, hoping he would be gone by the time you made it to the front door.

To your dismay it looked like they didn’t plan on moving, efficiently blocking your exit. Only way out was to go past them. Of course out of the entire building full of mostly betas, it's Ghost and Soap who are in the way of your freedom. The two Alpha’s here that have the strongest effect on your body and mind. You decide to wait behind a pillar. Waiting for them to be gone first was your best option or you might just collapse in the parking lot.

Moments pass and their scent has only gotten stronger. What was your worst fear suddenly coming true when Ghost pops out from around the corner. His eyes show concern as he looks down at you. “Ya okay love?” he asks. Truthfully, he knew the answer to that, they both could smell you the moment you entered your heat. What you also didn’t know was Ghost that had been eyeing you for a while now. The sweet little omega who looked up at him with big eyes, always showing how willing you were to submit to him. He fisted his cock so many times at the thought of knotting your little hole and now seemed like the best opportunity.

He didn’t want to push you. No, he wanted you to tell him, beg him. He knew his scent had an effect on you, knew it would be hard for you not to ask him to help. You’ll be so needy. He sees the way you look at him and his partner. Watching them while they work out together or are fresh from a shower and soap refuses to put a shirt on.

You looked up at him with wide eyes. There was a light blush to your cheeks and stumbled over your words. “Ye-yeah… im fine just umm.. Not feeling well.” You tell him to avert your eyes to the ground. His gaze was too much, you felt so warm under his stair.

“Ya look like you're about to collapse love, let me take ya home.” He insisted, gently reaching a hand out to touch your arm. Even through the fabric of your hoodie your skin tingles where he held you.

You gave him a quick glance with a small sheepish smile. “That's okay… really I can get home on my own.” your voice was still so shaky, uneven enough for you to feel embarrassed.

“Bonnie, really should just let us take ye home.” Another voice chimed in on your other side. Soap was leaning against the other side of the pillar, looking down at you with a crooked smile.

You can't help the wide stare you give him. Both of them being this close to you, enveloping you in their scents by towering around you had your head swimming with lustful ideas. You blink and avert your gaze once again. They were your superiors and you were becoming so dazed with need just standing there in an open space. You didn't want to think about how you’d act in the small space in a car.

“Really it-”

“Y/N.” Ghosts commanding voices cut you off. You raise your eyes to meet him, looking up at him through your thick lashes. His gravelly voice sent chills up your spine, the authority in it making you falter. The sight alone makes me want to push you against the wall and fuck you dumb. “Let’s go, don't need ya crashing and dying trying to get home.” he says.

“What he said, Dove. Just want to make sure ye make it home safe.” Johnny agrees with a nod of his head.

You let out a little sigh and nod back. “Okay.” You concede.

With a hum, Ghosts leads you to the front door, hand on the small of your back to keep you straight. Johnny opens the back door for you and gestures for you to get in. they both took the front, leaving you to suffer in peace in the back seat, taking the spot behind Ghost. With your address in, the drive begins. You looked out the window, a way to distract yourself from the two alphas chatting and bantering in the front. They seemed to be fine letting you take the time to relax and didn't seem to mind when you cracked the window. Anything to help dilute the air that was swirling with a mix of your arousal and the alphas.

You knew they had to smell you, knew this was more than just a simple cold or flu. You weren't sick. But so far neither of them have said anything, instead they help their own conversation while Ghost drives. Rather slowly you notice and he was taking back streets. You were starting to squirm in the back and it was a little hard to breathe normally. You still felt so hot and was only getting worse as the minutes went by.

“Hey, stop over there.” Soap points out a little convenient store. “Gotta get a few things.” he says.

You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you pulled into the lot. “Hold on… I really don't feel well, maybe stopping isn’t the best idea right now?” you try to chime in.

With the car now parked, Ghost looks at you through the mirror as Soap hops out with a chuckle. “Why, making a mess back there?” he taunts suddenly. “Yer little pussy can wait a bit longer, can't it?” he asks, a brow raised under his mask.

Your knees draw closer together. His words send more waves of heat to your core. He seemed perfectly fine ignoring it before… but his words are so straight forward and dirty. You give him a little nod and look back down at your lap. “Yes sir…” you mumble. Embarrassment flooding your face.

“Good girl.” his deep, gruff voice paired with the simple praise had you choking back a whimper.

What you don't realize is just how hard it really is for the pair to not climb in back and fuck you. How badly their cocks twitch when they take a deep inhale of your scent. A few very long, excruciating minutes later and Soap is jogging back to the car with a gleeful smile and a bag in hand. Then you were back on your way to solitude.

Another ten minutes and you're pulling up to your flat. You give Ghost a soft thank you before reading for the door handle, only to be stopped by his commanding voice telling you to wait. You watch confused as he gets out of the car and opens your door for you, reaching a hand out for you to take. “I'll walk ya in, you look a little stumbly, love.” he says.

You gently place your hand in his, he tightens his around yours and pulls you a little to stand outside of the car. “I can manage on my own, I swear.” you try to tell him.

He shakes his head and places a hand on the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass. “Oh yeah? Go on then, walk little pup.” he urges you forward with a firm press to your back.

Your knees buckle, everything they do makes you weak and want to get down on your hands and knees for them. Soap is rounding the front of the car and opening his arms to grab you when you feel like you might really buckle to your knees.

“Oh no Bonnie girl. See, just let us help ye.” he scoffs with a chuckle then scoops you into his arm, effortlessly cradling you in his arms. You let out a soft yelp and cling to his body, arms grabbing his shoulders as he begins walking into your building.

This isn't good, you thought. He was so close, too close. You were pressed so firmly against his chest. “Soap… I can walk.” you try protesting again. His scent was filling your lungs, your mind and your cunt were dripping from it. Ghost also followed, his scent never faded and you could make out the rustling of a bag.

“And miss getting to see such a sweet little omega falling about in her heat?” he grins down at you. You can hear Ghost chuckle behind him. “What floor dove?” he asks in front of the elevator.

“9th, apartment 902.” your voice is quiet, face a steaming red by now. Fighting him on id didn’t seem like it was going to get you anywhere. All the teasing and touching was starting to really affect your mind, and judgments. You don’t understand why they were teasing you now, all you knew was it wasn’t helping. The way they looked at you, talked to you. It was making your head spin. The elevator ride was the hardest part so far, being held against Soap while both Alphas crowd the space around you. You have to force yourself not to snuggle into Soaps chest. At your door he doesn't set you down, instead of trying to fight it you just unlock the door and let the brute sized man bring you inside. “Cute place.” He says as he walks you all the way to your bedroom and sets you down on your bed.

Ghost looms in the doorway, watching you and Johnny. They had talked about this more than a few times, both had admitted to having feelings for you a while ago and figured that sharing you, being together with you would be ideal. They were already inseparable so why not share an adorable little omega, one as sweet and perfect as you?

Soap sinks down to his knee in front of you. His hand comes up to hold your thighs. “Anything we can get ye pup?” he asks, with a sweet smile and a little glint in his eye. Your skin was on fire, his hands were so big as they gently rubbed against your thighs. Even through the fabric he could feel how warm you were. The little whimper you could no longer hold in comes out, small and whiney. Soap’s sweet smiling face turns into one of concern, or at least that's what he wanted it to look like. It was hard to hold back the smirk. “Bonnie, ye okay?” he asks, hands now gripping a little into the plushness of your thighs.

You nod and look between the two before lowering your gaze once again. “M’fine… just um.” you want to tell him that his hands are making your brain short-circuit. You also want to beg him to rip your clothes off and stuff you with his cock.

“What is it lovie?” Ghosts' voice draws your eyes back to look at the two of them. You open your mouth to say something but the shame forces you to close it. Both men noticed the way your thighs instinctively rub together though. Your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. You were just too scared to ask, to dumb from your heat to read the room. Ghost thought, just this once he would take it easy on you. Since it will be the first, first of many heats to come. He had time to tease you later. “Johnny makin yer little cunt drool, that it pup?” he speculates.

The answer was written on your face. You slowly nod your head. The need to be filled finally overshadows your embarrassment for just a moment. Enough for you to let out another shaky whimper and flutter your pretty lashes at the alphas.

Both men hold back groans. Slowly Ghost strides into and across the room until he's taking the open space to your right. Your shoulder is pressed against his chest. The two alphas invade your space completely. “Use yer words pup.” he instructs. His voice makes your body tense a little, deep and gravely.

You let out a soft sigh. “Yes s-sir.” you confirm.

“What do ya need from us, love.” Johnny asks, bringing your focus to him.

You shift a little under his leering eyes. You fight logic in your head, even in heat they would leave you a mess. You wanted it so bad, your whole body ached for them to touch you, please you. It was starting to feel unbearable how much your pussy craved them. “Need…” you think the words over one last time. You needed them and it was too late to run. “Need to be fucked… please, It’s to much.” you manage to whimper out.

Your big pleading eyes make Johnny's cock leak with pre cum, his cock struggles against his cargo pants. Him and Ghost share a look. They have waited to long for this, for you. “Need us to make ya feel better Bonnie?” he coos. His hands travel up your hips to your jeans. “Need yer Alphas to fuck’ye all better, that it little pup?”

“Yes sir.” you say, just barely remembering what Ghost said about using your words.

Johnny chucks as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and tigs them down past your ass. Your little gasp makes him smirk a little more. “Johnny, dove. That's the name you’ll be begging for to make you cum.” he says with a toothy grin. He yanks the rest of your jeans down and tosses them aside, leaving your bottom half in just your panties. His calloused hands grazed against your now exposed flesh, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You never would have thought in a million years you would ever be this exposed to either of them. Let alone both… at the same time. Not like this at least. Not with you a sopping mess for them, their bodies crowding your own and touching your body so intimately. You dreamed of this, taking both of them and now it's becoming a dream come true.

You looked up at Ghost, wondering what he wanted you to call him. You were ready to assume he would prefer to stick with Sir, or Ghost.

He surprises you.

“Simon, lovie. Better know it because you aren't going anywhere.” he growls. It wasn't scary, rather, possessive sounding. A hand trailed around your neck from behind, keeping you in place. He didn't apply any real pressure, just let his fingers graze over your sensitive gland. Your body shivers. Ghost… Simon wanted to mark you, him and Johnny as their own. You give him a needy whimper at the implication. He chuckles in response and raises his free hand to the bottom of his mask. At the same time Simon is pulling his mask above his nose, Johnny is pulling your legs apart and nuzzling his face between them, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of your thighs. You grip the sheets beside you, needing something to ground you a little.

Your body reacts to Johnny, shaking and jerking at every shark nip on your delicate skin. Your eyes are focused on Simon's lips. They were a little scared from battle, but that just made them more enticing. You wanted to feel them, taste them. Simon noticed the way your eyes are trained on them, your own lips pouting softly. Johnny works his way closer to your core, leaving little purple marks along his way. Then Simon is leaning in, holding your head still as he places his lips gently to yours. For Simon, he was being annoyingly slow and gentle, but he wanted to tease you as much as he could before his cock needed to be in you. You whimper into the kiss, melting instantly against him. His lips are a little rough but completely overpowering.

Johnny takes the opportunity while you're distracted to tease your clothed cunt. Almost like he was going to take a bite out of you, his teeth rake over your throbbing core before placing a sweet kiss to it. Your hips jerk against him and when you gasp against Simon's lips he uses the advantage and slips his tongue into your mouth. Johnny slides your panties down in one fluid motion. His hands slide down to grope as much of your ass as he can get and slides back between your thighs, letting your legs hang over his shoulder.

Simon pulls away to watch your pretty little face crumble when his partner's tongue flattens against your cunt and licks up your slick, tasting you and groaning against your heat. He chuckles and places a hand on your stomach to help keep you still while Johnny starts lapping at your cunt. “Awe lovie, ya look a little warm.” You nod dumbly at him, Johnny's tongue killing any to form whole words. You were burning and your body was already covered in a sheen of sweat. He hums in response then starts to lift your shirt up, dragging his fingertips up your stomach. “Arms up.” he tells you. Lazily you lift your hands above your head and shiver when the fabric is stripped from your body. “Good girl.” he brings you back into a heated kiss, eating your whimpers and moans from the pleasure between your legs.

Johnny's eyes grow darker, watching Simon undress up until you are left in only your bra. His massive hands groping and pawing at your breasts, making you mewl while his tongue explores every crevice of your mouth.

With a groan he pulls back, causing you to let out sounds of protest. Simon releases your lips to find Jonny grinning up at you both sheepishly. “Sorry, feelin a little left out, how'bout ye let me have a taste?.” he looks up at you with big eyes and pouts playfully.

The way he looks between your thighs like that, big shoulders holding you up for him so well. You release a shaky breath; one you didn't realize you were holding. There was so much happening and now this bit of calm made your head spin. Simon's hand on your breast was only just a gentle massage now. You get lost in his big blue eyes, all thoughts swimming away fast.

Until a hand on your back urges you forward, tapping it a few times. “Go on pup, taste yourself on his lips.” he encourages you.

You nod and lean forward; your hands reach out to hesitantly hold his face as you slide your swollen lips against his. Moist and covered in your slick. You moan pathetically along with his guttural groan. Much like Simon, he didn't hesitate when exploring your mouth. The kiss was short, Johnny pulling away while licking his lips. “Perfect Bonnie, such a sweet girl for us.” Johnny praised you. “Now how about we really make ye feel better, how’s that sound?” he asks, watching your eyes light up as you nod. He grins at you then Simon. ”Ready Si?” he asks.

Simons grunts in response, retracting his hands from your body and goes to sit against the wall, sitting you between his legs. Legs still manage to hang slightly off your full-bed sideways. You want to protest when Johnny slides your legs off and back down to the floor. You really do until he reaches behind you and swiftly unclips your bra. “Can give me a show later, right Bonnie?” he winks and throws the garment behind him. He palms your breasts, one in each hand and massages them, squeezed them. Then he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.

Your back arches and your breasts are pushed into his face more, making him grunt in response. He bites you gently, rolling your sensitive bud between his teeth. “Go-ood… feels so good Johnny.” you force the words out and barely manage to control your moans.

Johnny’s cock twitched hard in his pants. Your pathetic attempt at forming thoughts was cute, he wanted to see you like that on his cock. A mumbling moaning mess, whimpering and crying to cum over and over. He pulls back to see that Simon already has his cock out. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Looks like someone's getting impatient.” he retorts.

Simon ignored the resort. “Come’er pup, hands and knees.” Simon instructs, patting the open space between his legs when you look back at him. You look at Johnny who nods. You wanted to listen to both of them, needing them both to tell you it's okay. Shakily you shift and crawl fully onto the bed and sit on your knees between his legs. Your eyes traveled down to his cock and your heart started pounding even harder. He was huge, thick and long and… fucking thick. You had a thought that his knot might actually send you to the afterlife. Simon grabs your chin with one strong hand and leads you to his lap, your face placed right next to his cock. “Won't expect ya so take it down your throat just yet, dont worry lovie. Already to dumb with need to concentrate, aint ya pup?.” he chuckles, it's deep and heavy, making your pussy clench around nothing.

You nod and wiggle your hips a little, your ass now fully presented to Johnny. He yanks your hips back, just enough so your feet are on the edge and his arms can rest on the sides of your calves. Finally situated Johnny wastes no time in diving in, lapping at your slick folds and making you a whimpering needy miss in seconds. He teases your clit with little flicks using the tip of his tongue.

“Please, Johnny.” you whine, needing to cum. You were so pent up now with how much they have been toying with your body, your mind.

A large rough hand softly stroked your bare back, inching closer to your ass with each stroke. “What is it lovie, what do ya need, tell us what ya need pup.” Simon coos. He sounded so gentle, almost too sweet to be Simon. You let out a small squeak when he palms one of your cheeks. With a firm grip he forced your ass up a bit. Johnny groans, it was only a small adjustment, but he feels like he can reach more of you. He swears he could stay between your thighs forever, devouring your perfect cunt. Simon chuckles, his partner was never good at taking things slow. Not when a pretty thing like you was making such sweet noises for them after all.

You whimper and peak up at him through your lashes. Your lips are parted and your panting right against his angry cock. Leaking pre cum and twitching at the sight of you. “Mm-more~ please, need it so bad.” you manage to choke out through a moan. Your hand softly wraps around the base of his cock. Your fingers are just barely making it around, he was so thick. Precum was covering your fingers already and all you wanted to do was a taste. So, you bring your fingers to your lips and suck on them, taste him and moaning.

Simon can't help but groan at the sight. “Greedy little thing.” He taunts then directs his attention to the other male. “Johnny, beside ya in the bag.” he tells him. Johnny groans and rolls his eyes while pulling back. You whine and shiver at the loss of pleasure again. Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes. “Sshh pup, just a moment.” He ensures you. “We gotta take care of ya, make sure you can take us both, yeah?” he says, stroking your ass.

Your brain blankets when you hear him say the words. Both… you weren't sure how this was going to go but this, being completely stuffed full with both of them? Your pussy fluttered at the thought. You could feel your slick dripping onto the sheets below, making a mess of your bed.

You can’t help but simply nod dumbly up at him.

“Here.” Johnny says and tosses a small bottle next to you that Simon swiped up instantly. He doesn't return his mouth to your cunt, instead he slides two fingers through your folds. “Pretty little pussy baby, tastes s’good.” he praises. You can't focus on Simon who's opening the bottle, too busy focusing on feeling Johnny's skilled fingers tease your clit and push against your little entrance. His middle fingers dips in, just a little before repeating the action, adding more each time. You mewl at the new sensation, his fingers bigger than your own and reaching deeper than yours were able to.

Soon you feel the lube running down to your puckered hole and Simon's own fingers reach behind you and going right to your ass. “Ready lovie?” he asks, messages around your little hole with one finger. Johnny was no longer teasing you as he added another finger, rocking them into you at a steady pace. When you look back at Simon, his mask is off, hair sweaty and flat. Your pussy flutters around Soaps fingers. He was beautiful you thought, scars and all. Your hips jerk a little and you whine pathetically at him. It was so hot, your veins felt like lava ran through them. You leaned up on one elbow while your other hand took a better grip of his cock. You angle your head and his shaft so you could dart your tongue out and lick tentatively at the tip of his cock. You hum and wrap your lips around the tip of his leaky head. Your eyes close, relishing in the taste of his arousal. Simon's body reacts and his cock twitches in your hold, sending more precum right to your tongue. “Fuck'n hell love, just can't wait, can ya?” he says, lips curving into a grin. One big finger pushed its way into your tight entrance, pushing in until he was deep in your ass.

Your eyes fly open and your lips part to let out a gasped squeal. “Si-Simon!” you yelp again when he pulls back and slides back in.

Johnny Chuckles behind you, hot breath fanning your cunt. “Oh dove, this is just the beginnin.” he tells you before placing his mouth back on your pussy, sucking and nipping your sensitive clit. His fingers work your pussy open. Adding a third and stretching you even more at the same time Simon adds a second. Your body slumps against Simon with your ass raised for them. His stiff cock is so close but you just could touch it properly. The pleasure they give you as they work their fingers into your tight holes, filling you up and eating you all at once; your brain is breaking and fast. Flowing until the only thing you can think of is chasing your high, sticking your ass up and giving yourself to these two alphas.

Simon added his third finger and you felt your whole body convulse. You felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, burning and aching. “Please! Gonna c-cum, Simon, Joh-nny!” you whine into Simon's lap, hands grasping at the bottom of his shirt.

They both managed to find the same rhythm, thrusting their fingers in sync into you at a blissful pace. Johnny swirls his tongue around your puffy bud before sucking hard. “C’mon pretty pup, cum for us. Cum on Johnny’s tongue.” Simon encourages you. He pushes a few stray strands of hair out of your face, wanting a clear view of you coming undone.

Just a few more delicious curls of Johnny's fingers and you're a loud and moaning mess for them. Your holes pulse and clench around their fingers. They had teased you so much and you were so sensitive, your slick runs right onto Johnny’s tongue and he groans against your messy cunt. “Fu…fu-ck! Mmmfuck s’to good!” you whine out, body jerking as you try and keep still. You press your face firmer against Simon. Your nails rip little holes into the bottom of his shirt and you cum hard. Your body buzzed with pleasure and after shock and your head felt dizzy. Simon and Johnny helped you ride out your high but when Simon finally pulled his thick digits from your ass, Johnny only removed his fingers before he moved to lap at your still dripping hole. “Joh-Johnny, to much! To sensit-AH!” you gasp when Johnny shoves his tongue into you, tasting your sweet release.

Johnny doesn’t stop, he growls at your pleas to stop and shoves his face deeper. Your knees shake as you feel another orgasm building. “He's just as greedy as you little pup, loves yer little pussy already.” Simon smiles sweetly down at you, watching you lose all focus again as his partner devours your cunt. “Johnny’s gonna make ya cum one more time, alright pup? Then we'll make sure yer little holes are nice and stuffed.” he says, stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. The only response you can give him is a lazy nod and a breathy moan. You notice a thick stream of precum drizzling down Simon's shaft and you try to reach out for his cock, almost dragging your upper half up enough to lick it up. You get to taste only a little of him before his hand wraps around your throat, fluidly locking you in place just out of reach from his throbbing angry length. “No more, keep teasing me and ya won't be able to walk tomorrow.” he threatens, knowing that if he let you continue he would cum way too fast. Watching you drool and pant over his cock was enough to make him want to cover your pretty little face with his seed.

Johnny's tongue is deep and his finger is circling your throbbing bud mercilessly. Your hips jerk back, pushing your cunt against his mouth even more, causing Johnny to growl into your heat and fasten his pace. “Mmm.. fuck.” you mumble, walls starting to spasm again, your legs shake in his strong hold. He made sure to keep your hips up for him. “Cum.. fuck! M’cumming!” you gush right into his mouth and just like the first one he lapped at your flowing juices.

When he’s satisfied, he helps guide your hips gently to the bed. “There ye go sweet girl, so good for us aren't ye?” Johnny praises, rubbing the side of your hip and sitting next to you to get a good look at your face. His eyes darken with desire when he sees you're blown out pupils and the way you still struggle to catch your breath. You were perfect, he knew you would be the perfect girl for them. Johnny dragged his shirt over his body and tossed it. He smirks a little when your eyes scan his body, your thighs rub together when you spot his bulge. He reaches his arms out and wraps them around your body, pulling you from Simon's lap, making you realize his now torn shirt. “C’mere dove. Why don't ye help me out a little?” he places you on his lap, legs straddling his thighs.

Your eyes travel down to his crotch, his bulge pressing against his pants. Your fingers found the button and zipper, doing quick work of releasing the pressure he was feeling. Your eyes widen a little when your hand reaches under his boxers and feel just how big he was. Slipping his cock free, your assumptions were correct. He was huge, like Simon. Maybe not as long but about the same thickness overall. Your small hands wrapped around the base and started slowly pumping his cock.

Johnny lets out a breathy chuckle. His cock twitched furiously in your palms. “Fuckin eager aint she?” he hisses. Watching you gather his precum and licking it from your fingers. Johnny groans and brings your hands back to his cock, wrapping one large hand around your own and squeezing himself with you. He helps guide your hands up and down, showing you how he likes it. “See pup, just like that. Makin me feel s’good.” he drawls.

Beside you Simon shifts off the bed and stands behind you. You hear the sound of his shirt dropping to the floor. Before he leaned down so his lips could nip at your neck. Hands snake around your body to grope at your breasts. “S’enough of that, ya two.” he commands. His hands travel along your body and pry you away from Johnny, lifting you up with large hands on your thighs. You and Johnny both whine at Simon. “Behave, cock’s fucking aching to fuck ya pup. Not watch you blow your load in her hands.” Simon teases with a smirk and rubs the tip of his cock at your back hole.

You whimper as you lean back against Simon. Your hands reach out for Johnny, needing him to hold onto while you're presented for him like this. Your legs held spread in the air, leaned back against Simon's broad chest, arms outstretched for him. How could he ever deny that? Looking at him so wontedly and desperate for their attention. “Oh Bonnie, look at ye.” he purrs, standing up and stepping up to you. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck, pulling his hips between your thighs. He helps hold you up so Simon can open the bottle of lube and rub it along his shaft. Johnny grinds his cock along your puffy folds at the same time Simon rubs his leaky tip at your other hole. “Ready pup, gunna need ye’ta relax for us.” He says, making sure you hear him.

You nod and take a slow breath, letting your body rest in their hold. “M’ready, please.” you beg, voice going soft and sultry.

Simon’s hands take hold of your thighs again. Holding you in place, he pushes his hips forward, bullying the tip into your pukes hole. “There we go love, going to be so good for us.” he says with a low growl. Your brows knit together as you try and stay calm, letting out shaky breaths the more he presses into you, the lube only doing so much. Simon was by no means so small. About halfway you couldn't suppress the loud whimper that escapes you. You feel his lips on your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin while Johnny brings a hand to your pussy, finding your clit and messaging it slowly, helping you relax while Simon pushes deeper and deeper, trenching your ass open. “Fuck… so fuckin tight.” Simon nips your shoulder, holding back from sinking his teeth into your neck, claiming you right there as he bottoms out in your unused hole. “See lovie, knew ya could take me.” he kisses up your neck and your head leans back against his shoulder.

You're panting and still desperately holding onto Johnny, fingers gripping the side of his neck, his shoulders, any way to keep him close. “Big. Simon so big." Your speech is broken, simple. Your brain is all hazed, articulating anything other than the basics.

Simon keeps you there, impaled on his cock while Johnny lines himself up with your pussy, nudging that entrance in warning of what's coming. “Ready for another one, pup?” Johnny can't help but laugh at your dumb little nod, pathetic whines of ‘more’ and ‘please’. “Alright little one, hold still and breathe.” he tells you and waits for another nod. Then he pushed his hips forward, not taking as much time as Simon, already forcing half of his cock into your mushy hole.

Your nails dig into his skin, clawing at his neck and shoulders, leaving marks behind. “Ah! Fu… S’to fast.” you slur breathlessly, the wind having been knocked out of you.

Johnny chuckles softly and presses his face against your chest. “Sorry dove, I just couldn’t wait to be inside ye.” he whispers against your warm skin. He slows down however, not wanting to hurt you.

Both alphas kiss along your bare skin. Rough lips attack your shoulder, chest and neck. Simon focused on nipping and sucking a pretty dark bruise into the side of your neck while Johnny was busy leaving little marks all over your chest. Slowly he rocked the rest of his length into you until he also came to a stop. They pull back and look down at you, blown pupils and mouth hung open a little. You lean back against Simon's chest, fingers gripping into Johnny's shoulders. The three of you take a moment to breathe. Everything felt so tight from being stuffed with both of them. They take up all of the room inside your little holes.

Once they felt your grip on their cock soften up they began moving, slowly thrusting in and out of you at the same time, letting your body get used to them. You gasp and whine with each thrust, feeling your walls clench and mold to the cocks stuffing themselves deep in your core. “S’good, feels… mm so fucking good.” you babble, getting lost in their rhythm. You felt like you were in heaven, squished between two alphas you had been pining after for so long.

Simon held your thighs while Johnny's hands gripped at your sides, angling your hips in the best position for them. “Doin so good for us Bonnie, takin us both so fucking well.” he grunts, feeling your pussy flutter and clench around him. “Gunna take our knots, let us claim ye. Want to be our good little pup, right lass?” Johnny whispers, leaning into your neck a little and nips at your sweet spot.

Your head was spinning. Johnny was starting to press his thick knot to your little hole, causing you to whimper and shake in their arms. “Pl-please! Need it please!” you choked out with a frantic nod. “I want to be yours please, all yours.” Another orgasm was knotting quickly in your stomach, So fast your brain could hardly keep up. You really tried to speak, tried to tell them what was happening, but the words were lost. Your eyes squeezed shut and your nails clawed into Johnny's shoulders. All it took was Johnny finally popping his fat knot into your little pussy for your walls to furiously around their cocks. The boys groan around you. Johnny’s teeth found the spot that had your body arching into him and sank his teeth in. Simon watched as you both got lost in each other. Johnny’s teeth claiming you while his cock twitched deep in your pussy. He pumps you full of cum, making your body shake and chest heave. The sounds you both made were so needy and pathetic, it made Simon’s cock throb.

“Fuck, just like that love.” Simon groans into your shoulder, opposite Johnny whose teeth were still sunk into you. Simon’s fingers dig into your skin and so did Johnny’s. You could feel the little purple bruises already and it just turned you on even more. “Cummin s’well for us pup, pussy begging for our knots, isn't it?” he tried to sound more condescending, teasing, but with his heavy panting and groans rumbling in his chest he was clearly just as desperate as you were.

Only a loud choked moan that turned into overstimulated yelps came from you. Simon slowed down to a soft, slow rocking pace. Keeping you full but allowing Johnny and you to come down a little from your high’s. Your eyes flutter to open while you catch your breath. If you weren’t obviously sandwiched between two massive bodies and impaled on their cocks, you could swear you were floating. Johnny finally released your neck and started kissing along your neck and licked and lapped at your freshly marked skin. It helped soothe the burning that came from being claimed.

“So good, Bonnie.” Johnny’s voice was quiet, his eyes were half lidded as he looked at you. If he looked drunk from sex, then you must look like a complete mess you thought. “Got one more in ye, right lass, one more for Simon?” he asks sweetly, nuzzling into your cheek and neck while his cock stays perfectly sheathed in your pussy.

Your head pulls to the side a bit so you can get a glance at Simon. You should feel his knot, ready to push inside your ass. You could see the need to sink his teeth into your neck and your body responded accordingly. Arching your ass as much as you could and giving him a little whimper. “Want it, Simon please, need you too.” you begged.

He can’t help the growl he gives you when he starts to thrust back into you. You and Johnny groan simultaneously at the pressure. “Since ya asked me so sweetly.” he chuckles breathless. His knot slammed against your stressed hole. Simon Nudged Johnny's head away with his own, he needed to claim you too, needed his teeth to tear into you and make you his too. Johnny leaned his head back and watched as your arms hung loosely against his forearms, barely holding on. Pretty eyes rolled back and mouth hung open. He brought a hand down between your legs to circle your sensitive bud. Simon felt your walls flutter around him, begging for his knot. A large, rough hand came up to grope at your breasts, Simon pinched your nipples and grazed his teeth over your tender gland. Your body began to tense, legs becoming shaky in the men's hands. “Gonna cum love? Gonna take my knot and cum all over Johnny's cock again?” he cooed against your neck before nipping at the skin, teasing you with his mark.

All you could do was whimper half formed words and wiggle your ass a little for him. You looked up at him with lust blown eyes and a silent plea.

Johnny leaned down to kiss your chest. “C’mon Si, let her cum again, she feels so fucking good, I need to cum again, just one more time.” Johnny begged against your chest, now replacing Simon's hands with his own mouth, abandoning your clit. He’s rutting his hips into you again, chasing another release. The only response Simon gave to his pussy drunk partner was a grunt and a nod, amused at how needy he was being. He replaced Johnny and focused on your clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

You were a mess for them, panting and moaning, begging with what little words you could for Simon's knot and more of Johnny’s cum. It was when Simon let his teeth finally sink into your neck, encompassing Johnny’s that had you seeing stars. A little symbol to stake his claim to the both of you and it had you shivering and crying at how blissful it felt. As you came both men held you firm, legs spread in their hands and Simon finally bullied his thick knot in, stretching you out almost painfully. You clawed with what little strength you had left at Johnny’s arms. Intens pressure turned into added flames once his knot was finally in, filling you up so completely the three of you shuddered at the tightness. In no time at all both men were filling your holes, coating you with their cum and growling into you. You felt like you could hardly breathe, your orgasm lasting so long you thought you might really pass out.

Your head was leaning back on Simon’s shoulder when he gently pulled his head away from your neck. The room was filled with heavy panting and your sore whimpers. You can feel Johnny"s cum leaking out around his knot and dripping to the floor, you knew if you looked down you would be embarrassed at the mess you all made. Johnny litters little kisses to your chest and shoulders, his thumbs rubbing your thighs. “Did s’good Bonnie.” he praised you and you gave him a small smile in response.

Simon nuzzled the side of your head before placing a kiss on your temple, you leaned into his touch. “Just a little longer and we’ll get ya all cleaned up, love.” he told you. His hand came around to your tummy, feeling the bulge of Johnny’s cock and all the cum he has stuffed in you.

Johnny grunts. “Si, if ye turn me on again, our girl might get scared of how much I can't resist er’pretty pussy.” he warns.

You let out a little chuckle and your walls flutter around them. You were still so cock drunk that you’d probably let him take as many times, without complaint.

A little slap to your thigh brings your attention to the man pressed to your back. “Watch it, yer going to need a little more training before ya can handle everything we can give ya.” you can't help the little pout on your lips and when you give him a little whine. “No pouting, you’ll thank me in the morning.” he tells you with a pointed look.

You and Johnny both sigh a little but conceded, Simon was clearly the rule maker here.

The next morning, squished between two sweaty and heavy alphas, you were thankful that Simon was the brains. Your body ached, your head was still a little hazy thanks to them being there and you were hungry. Thankfully you had two adoring alphas to look after you during your heat from now on. Two mates, your mates.

FIN~

this took a fuckin minute y'all's. but I hope some people enjoyed it!

#COD #call of duty #call of duty imagine #call of duty x reader #tf141 #tf 141 x reader #tf141 imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagine #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish imagine #ghost x reader smut #soap x reader #abo #cod abo #soap imagine #ghost imagine

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Remember when you explained the hierarchy of the heretics? I really love this pyramid. It was made in such a logical way, but seeing this pyramid brought this question to my mind. Is there a hierarchy system (pyramid) of those on the Prototype's side? So, for example, creatures like Catnap and Huggy Wuggy are on the side of the Prototype, if I understand correctly. So do you have a hierarchy system for them?

(Personally, I think Catnap would be at the top of this pyramid. But I would like to hear your opinion more)

yup, i actually had it at the same time that the other one, but i was waiting for someone to ask for it.

Just so you know, all classifications and stuff like that was made by Alba, she like to keep track of everything, incluying the other side of the factory. Since she know the cult has a strongly religious view, she decided to classificate them in a ''religious'' way

1- The prototype ''Lucifer''

''Never had fully she him, but we all know his image is more that our eyes could deal with, forming himself with everything he can found, there's no limit for the creature that call himself the owner of the true. I know his intentions weren't wrong at the beginning, but now... I can't call him my saviour nor my angel, no when he has become blind with pride, just like the one that create us all''

2- First PJ ''Lilith''

''There's a reasons Play.co started to make all experiments genderless, they try to give reproductive organs to a experiments once, and the result was Lilith, a Pug-a-Pillar that only need Poppy serum to survive, but that instead of grown would produce new ''baby pjs'' that came from eggs similar to a kinder surprise. It was a success in the beginning, they thought she was the answer to the financial problem, and the possibility to sell the babies as pets was even in paper, but... she start to morph, the babies start to come out bigger, hunger, and dangerous. She was caged underground without serum in hopes to stop her transformation and the egg production, but after the Hour of Joy the prototype broke a Pipeline and create a source of food for her, making her grown to the point she's now. Yeah, we all get to eat the babies to survive, but the idea of her existence under us is even scary that the own prototype.''

3- Catnap ''Paimon''

''So loyal to his superhero, that he's unable to see all the crimes the prototype has send him to commit in his name. His claws are dirty with children blood, and that something nobody can come back, but... I think there's still someone inside him, someone that Nell also know, but i don't know is theres even a way to reach to that child, a child that is deep sleep in the red smoke''

4- Candy Cat ''Beelzebub''

''The only reason we hadn't a Pug-a-Pillar infestation in the factory, he's so big but at the same time is till able to get into place he's not supposed to be, i guess is a cat ability of sort. He eat everything, no matter what, no matter if is ally or enemy, he just eat. Somehow, he eat a full beam from the playcare construction, said beam broke his skin from his stomach, and still, he's alive. No sure what can kill this beast.''

5- Boxy Boo ''Leviathan''

''The gatekeeper of the prototype's room, he's more intelligent that it show, an actually dangerous predator, he knows how to be really quiet, to the point of make you release that you're fucked when the music box start, but luckily, he's also only like human prey, so is weird to see him attack us. Daddy was a idiot and tried to show off by dare him into a fight, he thought that would impress Mommy and make her interesed in him (she wouldn't, he was too chatty and weepy in her eyes), what a way to make Mommy a ''widow'', but Boxy was a good winner at least, just taking Daddy body and leaving us alone.''.

6-Miss Delight ''Astaroth''

''The only reason she's still alive is 'cause Catnap feel pity for her, and 'cause we found her useful, since she know where are all Play.Co documents, and is full of random information that has help us more that in one ocassion. Her mind is completly gone, but by just giving her a piece of food she become docile. Just for the note, never mention or ask for Barb, 'cause she would speak for hours about her, to the point of force you to speak with Barb and follow the ''conversation'' she affirm the pointy shit is making with you. Nell make the mistake once and was enough to never make him put a foot in the school again, and that was 6 years ago, and Delight keep saying ''where's the doggy coming back? Barb want to resume their talk with some tea'', i can't even tell him without laughing.''

7- The followers

''they're just hungry, and desesperate. The Pjs were born in the cult, and are blindly loyals, while the rest are just broke enough to don't give a fight, they just follow the prototype and hope, pray to be the next sacrifice to stop their misery, to stop the hunger''.

#i take big inspirations in ''aliens Vs predators'' for some things here #poppy playtime #smiling critters arg #ask #nova say

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EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE PHIGHTING APRIL FOOLS TOWER AS OF NOW, THIS WILL BE UPDATED AS MORE INFO IS DISCOVERED OR MORE THEORIES ARE MADE.

ok info about whats theorized to be medkits nightmare GO

Title of game : . (its a period)

Icon is the same as base game, background is the default one

The music playing is just overtime slowed down by a lot

1. MAP

You spawn on a road with sidewalks that have candles, you have a lantern in your inventory.

As you walk you will occasionally see an exit sign.

Halfway, pillars stretch up from the ground, most are normal but some are shaped like hands that reach to the sky. On top of the hands are weird figures with glowing green eyes and horns that look like something from the flaming horns series?

(thats the closest thing i could find,,,)

At the end of the road is the default Happy Home, though with minor modifications. An exit sign is right at the stairs and pointing at the door. Tube tvs are inside the home, a giant one at the middle against the wall with two stacks of tvs in the corners. The left side has one tv off, while the others are full of red static. They don't do anything when interacted with.

Note: This sorta resembles the thumbnail for scythe's teaser.

They also look like the TVs in broker's secret room (i reached the image limit so cant show ough)

Outside to the left and on top of the house are the same weird green eyed figures.

2. DIALOGUE

There are many figures running around saying various phrases,

phrases that ive seen:

"Help!"

"you traitor"

"do something"

"be useful"

"please help me"

"Useless support"

"Help me!"

"help"

"please just heal me"

"Please heal me"

"How's your eye?" (Idk if this is random dialogue or subspace dialogue)

Though, some of these figures are saying things from medkit ally dialogue.

Ingame dialogue phrases:

"Do I really want to work with a rebel on my team?" - Banhammer

"Hey!! Great seeing you!!" - Subspace

"How's that eye doing??" - Subspace

3. THE OVERSEER NEXTBOT OR SOMETHING IDK

You are chased by an overseer eye, it can't be stopped permanently. Though, it can be halted by positioning yourself in the right area, however, it has good pathing and can jump extremely high, so you can't hide from it.

Getting caught by it results in an image showing up on the screen, this rewards you a badge the first time you see it.

Random note: the eye is weirdly clean? im not sure if its medkit's eye or not since I remember soda saying that subspace just threw the eye away,, (not sure if this is still canon)

After this you get kicked from the game with the message "You must kill him to become him."

The interesting thing is that this is the description of the overseer eye cosmetic.

This probably means something like "you must kill overseer to become him" or something but what does that mean who is killing overseer huh what

↑ ok theories have been made (thank u discord user ankles0560 for the medkit part)

The one killing him might be either medkit or katana.

KATANA : there is dialogue between katana and ban hammer

Ban Hammer: "You can't get involved with the business of the dudes higher up." Katana: "And who will stop me?"

↑ I will expand on this later but im eepy rn help

MEDKIT : ok the whole thing is about Medkit so the kick message is probably the overseer eye talking to Medkit,,

Soda has said that if Katana knew more about Medkit, he would kill him. This could mean multiple things but very interesting hm

Another interesting thing is the jumpscare noise, it is a jumpscare noise used in old games.

The interesting part is what it is, the noise is actually the sound of the subspace tripmine slowed down, whether this was just coincidence or because of the subspace thing is unknown, it might even be both?

EXTRA . CHURCH OF THE TRUE EYE INFO

Not really related to the tower but just what we know about the cult

A religious group within lost temple, not everybody from lost temple is a member of it.

It is mentioned in Medkit's phone dialogue.

Every member of the cult is missing an eye.

Soda has mentioned that the reason why Sword's eye isn't missing is because he wasn't born in lost temple.

CORRECTION: Sword was born in lost temple, but wasn't raised in it. The point still stands that this is the reason why he hasn't lost an eye.

Based on dialogue between medkit and banhammer, it has been around for a while now. (THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME)

It is unknown what the goals or structure of the cult are currently.

They have a uniform, Medkit, Scythe, and Broker share the motif of outfits of mostly teal.

Scythe calls Vine Staff "blessed" in her dialogue with her, this is related to the cult somehow since in the same conversation Vine says "No! You and your creepy family can buzz off!"

^ According to broker, her curse is rare but she isn't the first one to have it.

They call themselves a family, and call Overseer their Father.

Overseer info:

There is barely any, but this is what we know.

They are referred to as a leader, it is unknown whether they are the faction leader or just the cult leader.

Scythe refers to him as a deity, whether they truly are one, manipulated the cult into believing they are, or the cult simply calls him a deity is unknown.

An alternative is that she isn't talking about overseer here at all, though if that is so we don't know if she's talking about a sfoth deity or a different one. ← if it is a sfoth deity, it is most likely to be darkheart or venomshank (or maybe even ghostwalker? idk)

btw soda said this. soda wdym

Feel free to add more info or things i missed/got wrong in reblogs or comments!!

pls do say more info if you have it im making this based on what the guys im theorizing with are saying i didnt have time to do more than 1 playthrough

#lynqueylink.txt :3 #phighting!#roblox phighting #medkit phighting #scythe phighting #broker phighting #lost temple #phighting april fools #ask to tag ig?#overseer phighting #most of this info i got from the guy im theorizing with who played it like 6 times and took notes #subspace phighting #vine staff phighting

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Bad Blood • pt. I

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

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THE TRAIN TO Hogwarts screeched against the rusty rails, bumping along the coast. I looked outside the window, staring down below. The waves crashed into the pillars that were holding the railway up, and I almost shook with discomfort at the thought of it breaking.

I felt someone's arm link through mine, gently resting their head on my shoulder. Looking down, I noticed it was Ginny. Her ginger curls were swept back into a ponytail, but her hair tickled me nonetheless.

"I can't wait to start our first year," she said.

Hermione hummed in agreement as she studied me somewhat intensely. She could read people like the back of her hand - it was something that always both annoyed and comforted me. I knew that she would always be there for me, but I could also never hide anything from her.

"How about you?” asked Hermione to which Ginny lifted her head to look at me.

I shrugged and looked to the side.

Harry and Ron had fallen asleep ages ago. Ron's snores merged with the various other noises inside the train, and it had long became background noise. Harry's glasses were askew on his head - Ginny adjusted them before looking back at me to hear my response.

"Nervous, honestly," I said plainly.

I didn't want to tell them just how anxious I was about starting college. About how I was scared because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life - how I felt like I was miles behind all of my friends. How I didn't feel like I belonged.

Hermione was smart and kind - she had ambition and was the most empathetic person I knew. Ginny was brave, beautiful and she knew she wanted to pursue Quidditch professionally since she was 14. Harry and Ron wanted to be Aurors, and Fred and Weasley had opened their joke shop since before we even graduated.

Me? I didn't even know who I really was. Sure, I knew I was a Slytherin - and that I was pretty good at potions. Besides that I had no clue about where I wanted to be in life.

I didn't even feel like I fit in with my own friends, let alone a whole college full of people with ambitions and goals. With real, true goals.

Hermione always reassured me that I was still young and I had ages ahead of me to figure it all out. Yet when everybody around you is already at the stage of growing up and moving on, its hard to believe that.

I knew I was only 18 but that fact provided little comfort to me.

"Ron, Harry. Get up!" shouted Hermione as she pulled on her robes in the unstable carriage. We had arrived outside of Hogsmeade station, the yellow lights of the street lamps illuminating the black abyss of the water before us.

We all walked onto the platform, Harry yawning as he tried to press his unruly hair flat down. He always had messy hair. It grew impossibly fast even when he cut it. At some point he gave up and just let it grow; which led us to now, as his hair almost reached his shoulders. Ron had followed in his footsteps, letting his mane grow out, too. Their matching shoulder-length curls was just one of many things that they shared in common.

A giant of a man trodded his way forwards, introducing himself as Rubeus Hagrid, Groundskeeper of Hogwarts. His long beard was frizzy, long, and dark - but not as long as the hair on his head. He could give Harry a run for his money.

Self-rowing boats made their way towards us, the darkness of the lake being broken every once in a while by the ripples of the oars.

"Four to a boat! Move on, move on," said Hagrid.

All five of us looked at each other before glancing at the boat. I honestly didn't mind being alone, so I wrapped my robe around my shoulders before nodding at my friends. Ron asked if I was sure, offering to give me his seat.

"It's okay. I'll see you guys inside."

I walked a little further to where an almost full boat floated in the water. Three boys sat inside, arguing about seemingly nothing. I heard a few names like Blaise and Pansy, whom I remembered being in my class in secondary school. They were fellow Slytherins.

Their conversation suddenly halted, and I felt their eyes on me as I neared them.

"Sorry to interrupt - but can I sit here?"

I saw one of them shift to the side a bit more, making space for me. He looked slightly familiar, but I figured he must have just been someone I passed in the hallways in our old school.

"Sure, hop on," he said.

I climbed into the wooden vehicle, jolting forwards as it began to move. A hand came to grip my wrist, gently pulling me back so I didn't tumble into the water. I pulled my hand away as I sat down, my eyes meeting his.

The moonlight shone beautifully against his skin. I vaguely felt like I knew him, but I wasn't quite sure of his name. Maybe it was Matthew, or Matthias - or was it just Matt?

"Thanks," I said. His eyes were almost as dark as the night sky, his features sharp but gentle. With the little amount of his face that I could make out in the pitch black of the night, I came to the conclusion that he was attractive. Realizing that we were just staring at each other, I looked away from him quickly, opting to stare at the castle that we were rapidly approaching.

"So..." came the same voice from beside me. "I'm Enzo."

Lorenzo Berkshire. Of course.

My breathing halted for a moment. I knew I recognized him. Our parents had been friends for as long as I can remember. Up until our 3rd year of secondary school we had been best friends - that is, before our parents had gotten into a huge fight and we drifted apart.

His parents had gotten caught up in the war - becoming Death Eaters in order to protect their son. My parents were having none of it. I was advised to never speak to him again; something about how he would 'become just like his parents'.

But Voldemort was dead - and so were Enzo's parents, along with half of the Slytherin population's families too. The past was in the past. There was no use in dwelling on it.

"Ah. Berkshire, right?" I asked. His eyes shot up in surprise.

"You know me?"

I laughed lightly as I looked towards him. Maybe I had changed a lot since we last spoke - it made sense that he didn't realize who I was. I barely recognized him either. We hadn't spoken in almost 4 years.

"You don't remember me? Sunt ofensat!"

The other two boys had an intrigued look on their face as they watched me and Enzo's interaction.

Enzo's already wide eyes lit up at my words. We always spoke Romanian to each other - we called it our secret language. Even though it's a common language, most of the wizarding world in England were not foreigners.

"Oh my God! Y/N?"

I smiled as I noticed the recognition in his eyes.

Our families were one of the only well-know Romanian families in the wizarding world, so it was no surprise that we had grown close when we were young. I felt bad that we couldn't spend more time together during our last years of school. Those were hard times - especially for him. I only wish I could've been there to help.

During the war I remember that I had ran to find him. He betrayed his parents to fight alongside us, against the Death Eaters - I was afraid he'd been killed. It was a tough time for everyone, but I could never forget the look on his face that day.

However, I didn't want to think about that right now.

His arms came to encase themselves around me. I forgot just how affectionate of a person he was. My arms came to rest under his, hugging his torso tightly as my chin landed on his shoulder.

"Okay. What the fuck?" said one of the other boys.

Enzo pulled away from me, smiling.

"Remember my childhood best friend I told you about? This is her," he beamed.

I put my hand out for them to shake. They introduced themselves and Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle. My heart slightly stuttered at the sound of his surname, the memories of what his father did swirling in my mind.

I wondered how Dumbledore ever accepted him here, but I tried to push the thought out of my head. No use in overthinking it right now. If I never judged Enzo for his family, I figured I should give Mattheo the same chance to prove himself.

And anyway, if someone as kind as Enzo was friends with him, how bad could he be? Sure I hadn't talked to him in years but I would always harbor trust for the boy. We had been through thick and thin together. You could even say we had even been through hell, literally.

"I didn't know you talked about me," I joked, nudging Enzo's shoulder.

He grew flustered as he tried to dig himself out of the hole. Mattheo had an amused look on his face as he smirked at Enzo's nervous attempts at covering up his words.

He looked over at me, the devilish smile still plastered on his face.

My eyes trailed along his cheekbones and jawline, eventually resting to stare at his plump lips. For someone whose father was the most evil wizard of all time; he sure was hot - and also surprisingly nice, I came to find out.

Apparently after Enzo and I had stopped being friends, Mattheo and Theo took him under their wing. They included him in their friend group, inviting him out to parties. That was nice to hear - he was quite antisocial when we were younger. He seemed better now.

We had already arrived at the castle when Mattheo's eyes finally dropped from mine. His gaze seemed to find mine during every conversation, whether he was speaking or not. The dark brown orbs seemed to stare at me intensely, no matter what I was doing. I could feel them on me even when I wasn't looking, and when I was, he never shifted his gaze.

It felt like a contest of who would look away last - and I won.

"Alright I should go meet my friends for the sorting ceremony," I said as I clambered out of the boat, "thanks for letting me sit with you guys."

Theo raised an eyebrow at me.

"What, your Gryffindor buddies didn't want to be seen with a snake?"

I rolled my eyes at him, giving him a sarcastic laugh. Of course he would have a weird sense of patriotism for his house. The Nott family was the type. Not that it was bad to be proud of where you were placed - I just never understood where all the hostility came from.

Stealing a glance at Enzo, I gave him a look. He only shook his head as if to say 'I'm sorry'. Rolling my eyes at Theo, I turned my back on him.

"Funny."

And with that, I was on my way, sprinting quickly to Harry and Ginny who were waiting for me by the shore.

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Noragami Chapter 109 Thoughts and Reaction

First off a massive thank you to @fast-moon for years of dedicated service to the fandom and answering our questions. You have been the pillar of the community from the moment you picked up the series.

Now onto my (second) read reaction and thoughts

Seeing Yuka and she's aged more and she's looking at the sakura tree thinking of her brother just like Yato told Yukine she would I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad

WHO LEFT THE FLOWERS could it have been Yato? Could it have been Yuka unwittingly placing them to remember her brother not knowing it's actually Haruki's grave? I'm so sad

Oh when it said another new year and we're at the hospital I'm so sad and then it turns out it's been many years!!!!!

The Capyper and star sticker as an earring? Remnants of attachment to Yato? Earring like Kazuma? Thank you Doctor Iki? Killing myself

Oh I really expected her diary to show up and then it does but Nora has it I'm so sad

The fact Hiyori's whole memory of that year is fuzzy so she doesn't remember Capyperland, and probably her grandma's death and the hospital arc and so many other bits

CPR SO INTENSE IT CRACKED HER RIBS

Oh she's touching her lips as she wonders who saved her I'm so fucking miserable Adachitoka you make me so sad are you happy

Jumpscared by hot Fujisaki I forgive you <3

Fujisaki gained control of his body and immediately fixed those bangs hejdjj

Remnants of Father's yearning to see Kaya again sorry babe she wasn't your girl maybe you'll find one that looks like her

Coo phone attack jdjdjnd that was so funny I can't believe he actually came back I was reaching with that prediction

My god I know it's not Father and he's cute now but I still hurled when he asked her out

Rip Masaomi's hairline, they say unproblematic men age better, so what crimes did you commit

Also rip Mr Iki you've aged so much it's probably the stress, but he's still got his medical license!!!!!!

Also I've been told it's been 8/9 years since that day with her being an intern now, it makes you wonder if Masaomi started a family

I MISS SOMEONE BUT WHO?

I actually couldn't believe how many of the bingo card predictions were coming true when I got to the sakura party jsjdnjf we truly manifested this ending

Little Ebisu growing up you will live forever you <3

Takemika and Kiun showing up like two dads with their children and pet bird jdjbdjfk

Takemika reassuring Shinatsuhiko that no one's laughing about their reincarnation vs Takemika bullying Ebisu in Heaven about killing him I hate growth I hate it (affectionate)

Followed by Takemika owning the fact that he himself has reincarnated when it was kept secret for so long I'm so sad

Oh Adachitoka you're so sick faking us out with a toast to Yato like he's dead followed by Bishamon once again beating the shit out of Yato at a sakura party

It's so funny Yato wouldn't release Kazuma but tbf it's handy if he ever needs to use him again

I wonder if Kazuma is treated differently now that he's a stray, or if he could suppress the name physically (it would only show if he got called like Nora did)

This Houki shinki that's a pegleg gun???? Rendered us bamboozled double checking Bishamon didn't lose a leg

Yato please find Yukine some clothes that fit????? Or maybe they're loose so they don't tear when he transforms and they can go back for them idk I don't like this look

Yato disappearing into the ground and becoming known as Teke-Teke he is the living meme hejdjb

I'm so sad Yukine has nightmares and turns into ayakashi form every night and Yato's wearing a Capyper jumper and he's hugging him

I did wonder if Hiyori's diary was on the shelf with the shrine, which begs the question when did Yato go to retrieve the shrine???? I'm so sad he would've seen that she fixed it and maybe it's a but scuffed from where it was dropped but it's his

Yato following Hiyori to keep her safe and he didn't want to cut ties I'm so sad the cord problem was enough to divorce her from the far shore without severing them altogether

I JUST WANT TO WATCH OVER HER AS SHE GROWS I'm so fucking miserable

Nora comforted by the fact Hiyori believes she had a name when she was in the womb? Devastated how did we never think of that

Interesting that the Yuuki name remains even after the word was destroyed, but it means that Yukine can't sting Yato so silver linings

Yato still doing his regular job of slaying and answering small prayers

Cherry blossoms being like snow I'm so fucking emo

THE NIGHT HAS A SCENT

YATO'S SHADOW IN THE TREE

MY. MOUTH. REMEMBERS!!!!!!

Oh I'm so fucking miserable I'm so fucking sad I hate this manga she remembered him all on her own after all this time and she's a doctor and everyone's safe I'm so depressed we're gunna celebrate April 2nd we need to work out what year it will be when she remembers

The final art????? Of all of them happy???? Hiyori is a doctor???????? Nora is with them??? Smiling??????? I'm ending it

It's been such a ride for these last 9 years since I picked up the anime and then demolished the manga right in time for season two. I've made friends and I've enjoyed building this blog into something that people used for their Noragami content. In the words of the rats this truly was my noragami

#noragami #yato #yatori #noragami aragoto #yukine #hiyori #bishamon #kazubisha #kazuma #goodbyenoragami

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tackypies · 9 months

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andersen was summoned as a grown man trapped in a child's body because of innocent monster, the result of public perception overwriting his true self. because hc andersen historically was considered a children's author, he's almost always summoned in that child's body, along with various other curses - burns, mermaid scales, a cutting pain in his throat. what really gets to me is that his noble phantasm, a story for you, is capable of transforming anyone into their ideal. even into godhood! but only if andersen is motivated enough to finish a story with all the details right. the underlying implication is that andersen must love the subject enough for his NP to work... which means that even though andersen has the ability to grant himself his true form and to cure his dysmorphia, he can't bc he hates himself. he's very much a servant who hates everything but loves the world...

on the other hand, you have edmond dantes, the count of monte cristo. in the source material, he was a young man wrongfully imprisoned for treason and he loses 15 years of his life. he manages to escape his prison, find treasure, exacts revenge on those who wronged him, and earns a bittersweet happy ending. but from what we learn in fate/strange fake, it was heavily implied that dumas took the tale from a reluctant dantes, that the "happy ending" dantes received may have only been a literary lie, woven to satiate an audience. and then you have to consider that dantes was only able to be summoned as a servant because goetia wanted him to serve as a vessel for a demon pillar. dantes was supposed to kill guda, but he couldn't do that to them; he hammed up his role as the "antagonist" but he tried his damnedest to save them in the end by sacrificing himself

so you have an author whose talents allow him to understand everyone and everything, even the most monstrous of people, who thinks the world is cruel but he loves the people who still try to make good out of it. you have an excerpt of a man-turned-story who's never allowed to reach the "true" ending of his life, because an author took his tale and rewrote it. you have these two people who were both overwritten by others - one by his audience and society, and the other by both an audience and the author - and i feel there'd be an inherent connection, of "yes, i too was taken and changed without having a say in it. i too must exist in this form imposed upon me, because what other form could i take? what other path can i forge, when my form was set from the moment of my death?"

#fgo #fate grand order #hans christian andersen #edmond dantes #im normal. really normal abt andersen/dantes.

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I have mixed feeling about certain ppl entering the fight

On one hand I want a origin trio moment on the other bakugo has already done alot and has fainted twice while todoroki I feel like should do more (I don't really know why he fainted considering he didn't get to injured fighting dabi maybe bc of the mental toll?) and should have an op fight scene and power up (also I'm curious what afo would say to shoto considering what he has said to endeavor)

I also don't like the idea of everyone gathering to help like certain ppl sure but if you start putting in pros then the spotlight being on first year's isnt convincing like yes their strong but to the pint of completely outshining pros? But then again I don't want to see a bunch of pros idc about fighting

I'm really just hoping this fight ends soon bc it's really getting dragged out 😭

Yeah, I fully understand that many people wanted this fight to be Deku vs Shigaraki to turn to Deku + Shigaraki vs AFO. Or that only Class A shows up.

But in the end, what is happening is thematically sound. On the one hand AFO vs OFA - if we talk about quirk power - is their logical conclusion. AFO found home in a new host, one that's capable of accruing more power. OFA on the other hand, grew beyond it's physical vessels and has become more of an idea of heroism - one that Deku embodies and one can be chosen by anyone. A true network of power.

But as much as AFO is at the source of Tenko's misery, Shigaraki's criticism of hero society stands valid. Hero society didn't make him a villain, but did nothing to save him either. So while Deku went to the extremes to save him, a sole pillar can't do everything. Which is why it's important for Tenko to see not only that a hero has come, but that the society he hated so much for its passivity has all shown up for him. Not just heroes, but even civilians pitching in.

Now, I'd be very surprised of course if this one wave of heroes could end the fight - we are clearly starting with some of the weaker / less combat oriented heroes and students. On top of that, if they kill Shigaraki's body - how can he be saved? So I feel like the fighting will be to hold AFO away from Izuku until his time is up again, but not to kill him. Just like Shouto needed his family's help to stop Dabi, how Ochako needed a lot of support to reach Toga, how Katsuki needed everyone who protected, revived him and every blow dealt at AFO to be successful, it makes sense for Deku to also need the support.

It's a test of Deku's faith of whether Tenko can still be saved and everyone else's faith in Deku's judgement and moral code. Tenko will probably awaken to see so many hands reach for him.

As for Shouto:

Yes, he's not injured. The story emphasised however that Phosphor is an incredible burst of power, but comes at a cost of stamina drain. His first Phosphor blast froze over an entire citiblock that was on blazing hot fire. His second blast neutralized a nuclear bomb, the size of 5 kms. Not to mention that he was continuously using ice and fire during the mad dash with Iida from Kamino to Gunga. So he probably passed out from overexerting his quirk. And I'd say based on what we've seen in Ch 351, he may not just countered Touya's blast, but may have absorbed it.

I wouldn't be a least bit surprised to see Shouto come out of it with a quirk upgrade.

I'm like 99% confident that he will show up, and we will get some further closure on the Todo-fam plot, possibly also a quirk combo with Endeavor AND Touya. (Because I still think Spinner, Toga, Dabi, Compress showing up at the battlefield would help awaken Tenko - who just proclaimed himself the hero of the villains).

Now, how short or long his highlight might be - only Hori knows that - but I think we will get at least one big highlight move from Shouto that serves as some kind of cap of the family plot. If we are lucky, we may get an actual hero name chapter, like Katsuki got GEMGD after his "Rising".

As for Katsuki, I just can't really imagine Hori not bringing him in if everyone showed up. He spent 90% of his endgame brooding over Izuku, and Izuku had a hot minute of rage about his death, plus the catapult move - but they haven't really interacted truly. Bakugou hasn't interacted with anyone from the class either. So I think Hori knows that those are moments fans want and he will deliver them.

He's spent a lot of time with the pros he cares about - Endeavor, Hawks got ton of content, Hawks lost his quirk - so for both of them, I expect more emotional closure than big fights. All Might is probably done fighting, but again, he had no scene with Deku yet - so I think he'll be back too. The rest of them, I expect mostly on the background - like they were at Gunga, at Kamino, Floating UA etc. And for the kids to get the highlights.

It's very unpredictable how many chapters are left - Aizawa just announced the start of "Phase 3". I think Phase 1: was Ch 343-379 - so about 36 chapters from the initial division, until Deku and Shigaraki left the Floating UA. Phase 2: 380- 419 was 39 chapters. Now only Hori knows how long Phase 3 will be, but I note that Deku still hasn't even had a Rising chapter.

I guess we will just have to wait and see.

#c1a asks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks #bnha speculation

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shrenvents · 7 months

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Dracula Teeth

Chapter two of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

I've never been one to say no to a challenge, especially if said challenge had a face like that. So here we are, him: a drunken mess with tousled hair, looking absolutely mouthwatering, and me: a ginger with just as much luck as a black cat tipping over a salt shaker. This situation was too good to be true.

Overhearing Mickey's rant about some famous person waltzing into the bar made it inevitable that my dumbass would be in this position. Frankly, I couldn't care less who he was, all I knew was that I wanted a peek at the celebrity who would dare come for drinks at a place this musty.

Hence, at exactly 10 o'clock on the dot, I unmistakably asked Les Cactus's newest star to 'leave with me.' Only my inarticulate mouth would turn a somewhat innocent request into something completely different.

Now looking floored by my bold statement, I knew I had to correct his misunderstanding. "I meant 'leave together to drink somewhere else' Alexander. Take it easy tiger." Despite my hands shaking, giving away how giddy I really am, I wear my best smug expression. I haven't flirted with a guy this attractive, well, ever.

His tense frame relaxes and he releases a rocky breath. "Don't look too disappointed," I say giggling, removing my apron. He rises to his feet, face beet red as he nods a yes to my earlier question. I internally commend his inviting stature as it lifts upright. He swipes his jacket off the barstool. "Give me a sec to grab my shit and clock out," I wink, spinning towards the locker room. I feel him watching me as I consciously make an effort to sway my hips.

...

"Okay, ready!" After announcing my return, I inspect Alex's lean frame as it lounges classically on a pillar next to the exit. His hair is flopped in every direction, indicating that he'd been harshly running his fingers through it. Hands resting in his jacket pockets, his eyes shift to me. I'm almost taken aback by the way he peers down at me. Gone is that flustered drunk. His gaze now holds a strange weight and certainty. As if he notices my small hesitation, his stare softens and a tiny smile tugs at his lips - god those lips. "Where're we headed Red?"

I pause as if I'm in deep thought. "A man your age down to go clubbing?" I respond with a grin. He huffs a low laugh. "Christ, how old are you?" He inquires, edging closer.

"25," I answer while teetering on my heels. His smile spreads at that.

"A four-year difference doesn't exactly make me old love."

"Doesn't exactly make you young though?" I briskly counter.

"Smart-mouth," Alex quips, peeping down at my lips as I run my tongue over their dried surface. I'm getting hotter by the minute, unable to withstand his heated gaze. Hastily, I grasp the exit's knob. "Let's get a move on then Alex." His chuckle gets cut short once the freezing air engulfs us both. "Is it always this fucking cold?" Alex bellows, moving further into me, brushing his sleeve against mine. I shiver instinctively. "Yep. Welcome to Canada!" I beam.

For a few short moments, we silently walk side by side. That was until my legs began to sway on suspiciously icy ground. "Agh!" I wobble for a bit before eventually regaining my footing, arms flapping frantically. In the meantime, Alex releases a hoarse laugh, tilting his body backward, and putting his enticing neck on display. My mouth practically watered at the sight. Though, my ogling is cut short when Alex suddenly falls on his ass.

"BAHAHAH," I burst. Visibly in agony, Alex glances up at my hunched figure as I embarrassingly howl with laughter. A pained smile creeps onto his face. As he begins to lift himself from the ground, I reach out to lend him a hand. "Oh, now you're gonna help meh?" He rolls his eyes comically, his accent sounding thicker.

Composing himself, Alex can't help but rub his ass, which makes me cackle once more, and I retract my hand to support my stomach. Then Alex begins to laugh with me - both of us looking kind of ridiculous.

Only when passersby give us strange looks do we stop giggling like two schoolgirls. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeat, still holding my belly in an attempt to calm myself. Wiping a tear from my eye, I spare Alex a glance. He looks the happiest I've seen him all night, and so damn handsome.

Just as I start to speak he glides his palm into mine. I stare at him dumbfoundedly. "You offered and I don't want to fall again Red." He states as if it's an obvious claim. I nod sheepishly and lead us towards the club again. A comfortable silence fills the chilling air.

12:46 am

Around eight shots later, Alex and I are just a drink away from ripping each other's clothes off in the middle of the club floor.

After arriving, we went straight to the bar and ordered drink after drink, the rest is a blur. But somehow, we made our way to the dance floor and haven't left since. Though our hands may stray away from an appropriate place every now and then, our lips have yet to touch. Alex's overly amorous gaze has downright entranced me. I circle my fingertips over his shoulders, familiarizing myself with his broad back. I hear him grunt darkly in my ear as he leans in, his nose grazing the side of my head, teasing my hair.

Incapable of resisting, I take this as an opportunity to nuzzle into his neck. His groan is muffled by my hair when my teeth impulsively seep into his neck, marking his skin. His hands clench roughly around my waist, and he growls, "Did you just bite me?" I'm virtually buzzing at this point, I've never wanted someone this badly before, especially not some guy I've just met. If I was sober, I'd definitely have taken off running by now.

"Hmm," I hum pleasantly in response, dragging my hands to his lower back and bringing him even closer. He eagerly accepts my pull, enclosing his arms around my torso in return, raising the trim of my tank top faintly. And then we sway; my head on his chest, nose to neck, while he cages me in. "Christ you feel good." He gently traces his thumb back and forth on my exposed skin. "If you think this feels good, just imagine the sex." When the words escape me, I can't do anything but hide further into his collar. Damn my drunken mind.

Immediately there's a little stumble in our syncronism. "I am," he mutters simply. Egged on by my words, he wraps me up even tighter till I feel his arousal, his palms now possessing my ass. We slow down to a stop and I yank my head back so that we're face to face. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter 3

#smut #alex turner #alex turner x oc #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #matt helders #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanart #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys x reader #original character #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #tlsp smut #miles kane #alex turner x y/n #alexturneredit

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hinatastinygiant · 3 months

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3 |𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝓒𝓪𝓷❜𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

The Author

All time seems to stop as you're trapped, repeating the same scene over and over. Watching Loki's heart break before your eyes at least a thousand times has taken a toll on you. You've tried everything by now, saying no to Thor, rushing to Loki's side, and pulling him into a deep kiss, but no matter what you try, the ending is always the same.

"Please, stop," you plead as your back is shoved against the cold wall once again.

"Y/N," Thor calls, his voice distant. You've given up, your head falling limp as you allow the tears to fall. You sink down against the pillar and tuck your knees to your chest. You don't want to hear his voice any longer. You wish he would just stop.

As he sits down beside you, the small, half-concealed box slips out of his pocket, landing beside your foot. You lift your head and slowly reach for it, knowing exactly what's inside.

"Here, this belongs to you, doesn't it?" you sigh as you half-heartedly hand it to him.

"Y/N, you know how much I care for you," he tries, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you mutter. "I do."

"Don't you know what this is?" he then chuckles. Gently, he opens the box and reveals the beautiful diamond inside. "Lovely, isn't it?"

You nod slowly. You've only seen the damn things a thousand times in the past, well, however long you have been here for. "It is."

"If only it made you happy," he sighs to himself as he picks up the ring and spins it around between his fingers.

"Why are you doing this, Thor?" you finally ask, feeling more exhausted than ever.

"What do you mean, love?" he hums, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"I mean, why are you saying this?" you clarify as you tighten your grip around your legs.

"Because it's not hard to see the way he looks at you," he smiles, his voice softer.

"Who? Loki?"

"Yes," he nods. "It's obvious. He's loved you forever. And you, you're not blind. You know that. You love him, too."

You feel the tears swell up in your eyes. Is this true? Does he really love you? And if so, why are you stuck here, watching him watch you marry his brother?

"You don't have to say anything," Thor sighs. "I saw everything the other night when the two of you-"

"Please don't," you sigh. "I feel bad enough as it is. You didn't have to say that. It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," Thor insists. "But that's not why I wanted to talk to you. It's because-"

Before he can finish his thoughts, a red door appears before the two of you and Mobius steps through to greet you.

"Ugh, it's you," you grumble as you begrudgingly stand to your feet.

"Y/N?" Thor hums. "Who is this?"

Mobius simply rolls his eyes and resets Thor to somewhere else. "Came to say our goodbyes," he tells you as he looks back up from his watch. It's then that you see Loki reappear beside him.

"What do you mean, goodbye?" you ask Loki.

"Your dear Loki is going to help me track down another variant version of himself," he explains briefly.

"We've found out that this variation of me is hiding right before an apocalypse-" Loki begins to explain before getting nudged in the side by Mobius who shakes his head.

"We've already got a big of an issue with you knowing that hole in the fabric of time," Mobius tells him. "We don't need it getting out any further."

"Right, well," Loki sighs, turning his attention back to you. "If you wouldn't mind giving us a moment... alone. To say goodbye."

"Not a chance," Mobius shakes his head. "Give her a quick hug and step back before I use the collar."

"Fine," Loki huffs. You can't help but wonder what sort of relationship he has with this strange man. As he turns to you, you can see the pain in his eyes. He pulls you close, his hands on your back as you bury your face into his neck.

"Please," he whispers softly. "Don't be afraid. Find me."

Though his words confuse you, what makes you even more unsure is the way his hands trail up your back and slip something down the backside of your overdress. You want to ask him what's going on, but you know better than to do anything that stupid.

"Alright, hands off, lover boy. Let's go," Mobius interrupts the moment, holding out his hand and shooing you away. "I'm gonna need your help."

"Just a moment long-" Loki begins, before getting instantly pulled back to Mobius' side.

"No can do. It's time."

You watch as Loki disappears with Mobius. Your heart breaks, knowing that he's being forced into something dangerous. And yet, he didn't even seem scared. Why did he ask you not to be afraid?

Slowly, your hands travel behind you, sliding underneath your dress to grab whatever he left there. However, of course, Loki has placed it in the one spot you can't reach. So, you're forced to remove your overdress and toss it aside, revealing your white underdress.

"Dammit," you whisper as you bend down to touch the thing. But the second your fingers reach it, you're instantly teleported away.

"Y/N!" A voice suddenly gasps. You whip your head around fast only to see Queen Frigga racing towards you. "What are you doing out here? In only your slip, no less. Come with me immediately."

"My queen, what is going on?" you whisper as she guides you towards her quarters. However, before she can guide you there, the sound of a loud foot slamming onto the ground rings out before you. There, Balder stands before you.

"What is the meaning of this?" the queen snaps.

"Mother, I've just received word that Princess Y/N..." he begins, before trailing off to allow his eyes to wander down your form. "Has, um, returned."

"No kidding," she sighs. "Now if you would please move aside. The princess is in dire need of some clothes. "You don't object to that, do you?"

"Of course not," he shakes his head.

"Then step aside," the queen snaps, her voice suddenly harsh.

As she nearly shoves you into the room, you notice Balder's eyes still wandering over you.

"Heavens, what is going on today?" the queen mutters, rushing to her closet and searching for a gown.

"Your majesty," you begin, trying your best to keep up with her. "With all due respect, I need to leave."

"Leave?" she hums as she rifles through at least a hundred dresses. "Why would you want to do that? You found my son, haven't you?"

"Well, actually," you swallow, not sure how much you can say.

"Never mind that. Here, this should do," she says, handing you a white and gold gown.

"My queen," you frown, looking up at her. "I need to go back. Loki is in trouble. I hadn't found Thor at all," you begin to word vomit. "H-He tried to save me but then we ended up in that closet and... And then the magic mirror led me here."

"Have you gone mad, my dear?" she questions, taking a step back.

"Perhaps," you sigh as you slide the dress over your head.

"Alright," she shakes her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. But if you are to marry my son, I expect that you will stay here and await his return. I do not wish for you to leave this planet again. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," you answer begrudgingly as you accept the dress, not wanting to cause any more waves than you already have.

"Good. Now, let's get you to the party," she nods as she leads you back toward the door.

"Wait, the party?"

"Of course," she chuckles. "Did you think that we'd be having a small get-together to celebrate your return? A feast will be held at once!"

***

"Oh, darling, I've found her," the queen announces once the two of you arrive back in the ballroom, releasing you from her grasp so the King can wrap his arms around you.

"We thought we had lost you," he sighs. "We're so glad you're safe."

"It's been a rough couple of days," you nod.

"Come, come, there's a celebration in order," he insists. As he begins to call a few servants over, Balder catches your eye with an icy stare that sends a chill down your spine.

"Is everything alright?" the queen asks.

"Uh, yes, I just..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. "I need to use the restroom."

"Of course, my dear," she smiles.

"Thank you," you nod as you excuse yourself and quickly make your way out. You're nearly out of sight when a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into a dark room. "Hey!" you exclaim, only to see Balder's gigantic body cornering you.

"Hello, Princess," he smirks, his voice deep and dark.

"Balder," you swallow. "Is everything okay?"

"Doesn't seem like it," he tells you, narrowing his eyes. "What's going on with you?"

You don't know exactly how much he knows. You doubt Loki or Thor ever told him about the party two weeks before your eighteenth and yet, he's acting strange. "I'm not sure what you mean," you admit.

"Why were you missing for so long yet you never managed to find my brother?" he asks.

"I don't want to talk about it," you shake your head as you try to come up with a good enough lie in your head.

"Something happened. You saw Loki, didn't you?" he adds, eyes widening.

"Balder, please," you sigh. "You're being ridiculous."

"So I'm right!" he exclaims.

"Would you keep your voice down? Someone will hear us," you hiss.

"And they should," he nods. "If my brother did anything-"

"Your brother was not the one who did anything," you insist, crossing your arms.

"Did you have sex with him?" Balder asks, making your eyes go wide.

"Excuse me?!"

"Did you?" he asks again.

"I, uh," you mutter, unable to find the right words. "No, of course not!"

"Then what is it?" he continues to press. "You were gone for a long time."

"We didn't..." you begin.

"Well, that's good," he nods, sighing. "I suppose the engagement can go on then. Since nothing happened."

"Well, it's not nothing," you mutter, refusing to look up into his eyes.

"Then tell me, Y/N. What happened?"

"Two weeks before Thor... Loki and I, um, we, uh..."

"You kissed, didn't you?" Balder asks, his expression turning from rage to sympathy.

"Yes," you admit. "I'm sorry."

"Shit, I always thought the two of you had a thing for each other," he admits. "Well, this will change things."

"Balder, you can't tell your father," you beg, reaching out and taking his hands. "Please."

"You're telling me this now and expecting me to keep it a secret? From my own father?"

"I don't know what else to do. I-"

"I don't blame you, Y/N," Balder tells you, squeezing your hands. "My brother just can't control himself apparently."

"No, but it wasn't like that. It was all my fault. I'm so sorry," you plead.

"It's okay," he sighs.

"Promise me, Balder, promise me that you won't tell. Please. If not for my sake, then for Thor's. It'll ruin his reputation if anyone were to find out," you insist, tears forming in your eyes.

"Okay," he agrees. "I won't tell, but you have to go along with the wedding, no matter what. Push those feelings for my mischievous brother and do your duty."

"Thank you," you sigh, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you so much."

"Come," he says, leading you out of the room. "Before anyone spots the two of us and starts asking questions."

"I hate this," you mumble as you walk, allowing him to tug you along.

"As do I," he nods. "You look lovely in that dress, by the way."

"Really?" you ask, glancing down at it. "Thank you."

"But you will be changing, yes?"

"Why?"

"It's white, Y/N," he chuckles. "Don't want to lie to the people anymore about your innocence, do you?"

You narrow your eyes and quickly yank your arm out of your grasp. "All three of you are the same," you scoff, heading off towards your room. "Assholes."

"Wait, what did I do?" he asks, following after you.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"I was just giving a compliment," he tells you.

"By suggesting that I'm a liar? I told you it wasn't like that, Balder. It just... happened," you sigh, stopping to turn around and face him. "I don't expect you to understand. I'm sure you're the one who taught Loki just the right places to go after dark, so you wouldn't know what it's like to have someone actually have feelings for you, right? So, no, I will not be changing."

"Y/N, I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me alone," you insist, opening the door to the ballroom and rejoining the king and queen. You feel terrible for leaving them in the dark, but you're not quite ready to tell them what's going on. Not yet, anyway.

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Spoilers to The Isekai’d Oracle

Sun wukong x Fem. Reader

Here are some future scenes, that I plan to write. Hopefully, I won't spoil too much, I still need to keep some mystery to this.

“You’re pretty lucky, if that goddess didn't react fast enough, your soul would have been consumed by that blessing, congrats on escaping death a 4th time!”

The masculine figure applauded cheerfully, while you were on the ground. Your body felt like it was lit on fire, trying to burn away the very essence of your soul. Only a groan left you, the pain made it unbearable to do anything.

“Painful isn't it? I was in the same situation but I know a way to stop it.”

It took everything in you to look at him. He looked familiar.

“Now that's more like it! Also, for an Oracle, you sure do lack the ability to see into the future.”

A wicked smirk stretched upon his face, it was clear that he had an ulterior motive, yet the pain made it hard to care.

“What do you mean 4th time and why do you care if I can see the future or not?” You blurted out, after everything you won't be anyone’s pawn that easily.

“Technically 5th but who's exactly keeping count, I know you sure aren't. Anyways, have you ever thought of the reason that goddess gave you that title? Especially when you don't have that power.”

His steps hardly made a ripple on the blue waters. The once-sunset orange skies turned red the closer he got.

“Well let's not spoil anything, shall we? I know something that could change your life forever. If you get rid of that nasty human essence in your soul, you'll finally unlock that power. Join us, it's a lot more fun like this.”

“And if I don't?”

“That special power of yours will be locked and you'll be consumed by the blessing. Leaving nothing but an empty shell.”

He kneels trying to reach your eye level.

“I can send you back but you'll be on a time limit. Get rid of it and you no longer be in danger of disappearing.” He smiles at you, still clinging to his act.

“Why? Why are you helping me? If what you said is true, why?”

His smile finally drops. A hint of nervousness and shock was plainly shown.

“Do you not remember me? Then again, it has been a while for you. I'm hurt, I really thought you'll remember me.” He sighs, standing up and walking away.

“You didn't answer my question!”

“What do you like to say? Oh! It will all make sense in the future. Have fun [Name].” He snaps his fingers, your vision flooding with gold light, blinding you.

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“You know after the whole wanting to consume my soul, I would expect you to kill me within seconds.”

The chains hold your arms up while the pillar of ice forms around your legs.

“But come on it's been weeks! Just finish the job already!”

The Lady Bone Demon eye twitch.

“Maybe if you stopped melting the ice I could!”

“It's not my fault, I can't control it.”

“Yes it is!”

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You stare at the mural, the faint paintings of the Oracle were jarring. The details of it were amazing but what shocked you the most is how it looked exactly like you.

It was as if seeing a physical timeline of their life. The last thing is her being dressed in red.

“Did you painted this?”

“Tell me, how would it get here?”

“A simple yes would have been enough, you know?”

“Oh I know but you're not asking the right questions, so do you now believe us?”

“Nope, still think you guys got the wrong person.”

“The proof is right in front of you!”

“What proof, all I see are drawings.”

Wukong covers his face mumbling something in his native tongue.

“I give up, let's go.”

“Wait where are we going now?”

“You made a promise and I'm making sure you're keeping it.”

“I don't remember making no promise.”

“You're right, but she did.” He points at the mural. “Now let's go and get married. We're burning daylight.”

“Oh- wait what?!”

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“Come sit across from me, my little Oracle.”

You sat on the ground crisscross.

“What are we doing for today's lesson my lady, Guan Yin?”

“You’re going to start practicing meditation. We'll go easy and do it for 5 hours.”

“F-for 5 hours?”

“Is it too short?”

“No, on the contrary, my lady.”

“Then 2 hours?”

“A little less please.”

There was a short pause.

“An hour?”

You stayed silent, eyes darting away from the Mercy Goddess confuse stare.

“30 minutes?”

You didn't want to respond.

“Dear heavens, if you can't reach 10 minutes you're going to clean my temples for a month.”

“I'm sorry! Please forgive this poor spirit wandering mind, my Merciful and compassionate Goddess.” You cry, wiping away the fake tears.

“Oh fine, if you insist, we'll do 5 but I'm adding more lessons.”

“That's more like it, thank you for understanding Guan Yin!”

“Oh, I can't stay upset with my lovely oracle. We'll take things slow and easy. We have more than enough time.”

Her arm stretches and pats your head, affectionately.

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“You got 2 minutes to explain what you want and leave. If you fail, I will kick you out.” Macaque said being on edge. You kept your cool and ate some popcorn.

“The Lady Bone Demon is back and I want to piss her off by interfering with her plan.”

“Doesn't explain why you're here?”

“One, I wanted to see the show, and two, the lantern. She needs it so if you give it to me, I'll keep it safe... until she finds out.”

“Yeah no, thanks for stopping by and seeing the show but leave.”

“Come on, don't make this harder for me!”

“Last thing I want is to get anywhere close to the Oracle let alone work with you again.”

“Again?”

Before you can question it further, you fell through the seat. Landing outside of the theatre with a thud.

“That fucker! He made me drop my popcorn!”

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You walk up the path, already having it memorized. The small bird followed you very closely. You push the bushes aside making a mental note to trim it.

“Finally you're here! I was getting bored-” Wukong cuts off staring at you and then the baby crane.

“Who's the father?”

“I am not a fucking crane and I did not slept with anybody!”

You kicked the ground, throwing dirt into the trapped monkey. He let out a yell, using his one free arm to wipe it out of his eyes.

“It was a joke, you damn harlot!”

You kicked the ground again.

“I am not a harlot either!”

“Ahhhh, stop it already before I tear that foot off of you!”

The baby crane seemed to understand the situation and went to peck his face. Wukong groans and swat his hand at the bird trying to scare it off.

“She has your temper. Good fighting spirit too, you did a nice job at creating her. So how did it happened?”

“I have no clue, I was by my usual spot by the lake,”

“Such a typical crane spot.” He mutters. “Go on.”

“Then there was this wind and a plum blossom land on my skirt,”

“It's called a qun.”

“Are you going to keep on interrupting me?”

“Depends, continue please.”

“Hmph, fine, I picked up the blossom and now that I think about it there was a feather attached to it...”

“Have I ever told you how intelligent you are?”

“I will kick dirt into your eyes again.”

Wukong let out a laugh, making your cheeks a bright red.

“Moving on, I blew on it so it drift off in the wind. Next thing I knew it turned into a baby crane and it hasn't stopped following me.”

“Congrats on entering motherhood!”

“Ah, stop it with your teasing! You're not helping.”

“I can eat her and call it a day.” He grabs the chirping bird that tried to escape his hand.

“No, no, no! Wukong stop it, that’s not what I meant!”

“I’m joking! I would never eat your child, maybe if you annoyed me again, I might consider it.”

You yank the poor bird out of his grasp. Quickly nesting into your arms.

“You’re awful, you know that.”

“Trying having a mountain pinning you down for a hundred years. Let’s see how good your mood is after that.”

You blow a raspberry at him. The small crane mimics the sound trying to show her annoyance with the monkey.

“Great now there are two little cranes running around.”

“I am not a crane, I'm a human!”

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