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clownsuu · 10 months
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Wally talks to his dad about his love life
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Home I feel is a really good listener (maybe a little too good since he eavesdrops a lot on accident- very observant of his surroundings)
cw minor obsessive/possessive behavior on first photo under cut
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I remember I freaked out years ago when I found out some bugs, specially some spiders, have lil beaned peets
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the-obnoxious-sibling · 11 months
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it is hilarious to me that Joseph, Government Assassin, gets easily overpowered, yeeted through a wall and out the side of a building (but, since it’s serizawa doing it, somehow not hard enough to kill him?), and then the next day gets a call (how?) to arrest Powerful Psychic Terrorist Suzuki Toichiro, who wants to turn himself in because a civilian (who? who???) kicked his ass
and he seems to be fine
just annoyed that he didn’t really get to do anything
between him and the PM’s psychic bodyguard who can barely stand up to shimazaki for a minute, the government is hilariously underprepared to deal with psychics on the super 5-and-stronger level; good thing most of them just want friends, and the ones that don’t have put zero thought into what exactly ruling the world requires
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mp100ficrec · 2 years
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something is wrong by Princex_N
Fic can be read HERE.
Autistic Mob, Hurt/Comfort, Angst. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 2006
Pairings: Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo & Reigen Arataka, Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo & Kageyama Siblings’ Mom
Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, Dissociation
“Reigen always answers his phone. Even when he’s at work, even when he’s at home, even when it’s late at night. Reigen always carries his phone, and he always answers it.
He is not answering it now.
A companion piece to the fic "Static", told from Mob's POV.”
Part 2 of the not all t h e r e series
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heavencasteel420 · 1 year
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(Petty venting ahead.)
I totally see why other people ship R*nance; their S4 team-up is fun (when Robin isn’t trying to push Sta*cy) and they have good chemistry. I’m also not such an exclusively Jancy shipper that I can’t enjoy fic/art for other Nancy (or Jonathan) ships and, although I want them to stay together in canon, there are ways that they could do a R*nance ending (overt or stealth) that I would be on board with. (In contrast, there is one Sta*cy ending that they could do that would make me go “I still hate this but it kind of works.”) Still, it is so hard to find R*nance fic that fits the following criteria:
Nancy is either bi/pan OR it’s an AU where she’s been a lesbian the whole time and it impacts the narrative accordingly (i.e., the author isn’t positing that Nancy, in canon, has never actually been attracted to Jonathan or Steve—I appreciate that other people find this interpretation meaningful, but I simply do not vibe with it);
If it’s an AU, it has enough connection to the source material that I don’t feel like I’m reading original fic where everyone has the names of ST characters for some reason (just a general preference);
Nancy is not a popular mean girl who needs to be humbled (presented with backhanded sympathy for her internalized homophobia or no);
The fic doesn’t go too far the other way and make Nancy a 100% well-adjusted and endlessly supportive Mom Friend (honestly, I’m pretty flexible on this one, because it’s much less common and doesn’t give me bad-adaptation-of-Emma vibes);
Similarly, the fic finds a happy medium between making Robin an uwu baby useless lesbian (and kind of infantilized due to implied autism) and an overly wise and together lesbian mentor (not terribly interesting story-wise, plus if she’s still eighteen, how together can she be?);
Unless it’s an AU where Jancy never happened or happened a lot differently, Nancy’s bond with Jonathan is acknowledged as important (even if they parted on bad terms and could no longer be friends, it’s bizarre to act like they had a casual, run-of-the-mill high school relationship) and definitely not dismissed as trivial next to her relationships with Steve or frickin’ Eddie;
The author genuinely likes Jonathan (“I don’t hate him but [long list of ways Jonathan annoys the author]” doesn’t count), lets him be upset about the break-up without villainizing him (or sets things up so that it’s plausible he’s relatively unbothered), and shows a decent level of awareness of who he is as a character (i.e., not reducing him to just being stoned all the time or getting basic details wrong) OR just leaves him out of it;
Maybe takes it easy on the amount of page-time dedicated to Steve/St*ddie;
Doesn’t have Joyce cheerily tell Nancy that she seems happier with Robin than she ever did with Jonathan (Jonathan could be way shittier as a boyfriend and a son, and that would still be an incredibly cruel thing to do, but the specific circumstances take it into Sharp Objects territory) (if Nancy is a lesbian in the story and Joyce knows it and she means that Nancy seems happier because she can be herself, that’s different);
Decent spelling/grammar/style/formatting (not a specific problem with this ship, just fic in general).
Nobody’s obligated to do anything of these things for what’s ultimately a fun hobby, and most of my pet peeves run the gamut from “totally inoffensive” to “slightly mean-spirited but not bigoted” to “unfortunate implications but I think the author means well.” I understand the utility, too, of downplaying ships you don’t favor or using an ex character as the bad guy to create the kind of narrative you want. It’s just slim pickings for someone who thinks they’re cute together but isn’t into all that shit.
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jabyourface · 1 year
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my life right now is mob psycho 100 anime and this one AO3 hurt/comfort fic about it because it’s a coping strat for when im in awful land
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advestager · 20 days
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i was browsing ao3 before bed and now i need to go acquire a smoking habit just so i can reenact the exhausted ben affleck meme
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hollyseb · 3 months
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BARTENDER (part 1)
You need to make ends meet. How far are you willing to go?
Mob! Bucky x Reader
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Authors note; this is my first fic. Pls be nice :)
Warnings; drinking. Minors DNI. Will get saucier lol.
Who am I? You were staring at yourself in the mirror of your janky apartment. Little red dress, white thigh high lacey socks. This wasn’t you. You felt silly. But you needed this
Since finishing college, the job market had been dry. You were broke. Undeniably. The rent payments are piling up, student loans begging to be paid, your unforgiving landlord constantly up your ass.
You smoothed down your dress, reminding yourself that this was temporary, just to make ends meet before finding a job in your field. You couldn’t deny that despite feeling a little on-show, you looked hot. Your dress hugging your curves, and your heels making your legs look everlong.
You’d picked up a job at a club uptown. You’d never been but you knew it was high-end, elite, and intimidating. Powerful men frequented this club. You were dreading meeting them; misogynists and man-whores, you thought. It’s okay, I’m just a waitress. Your only job was to serve at the bar, and deliver drinks to those rich enough to reserve tables. All I need to do is look good and smile.
Your best friend, Nat, had managed to land the job for you. She’d been working at the club for 6 months, and the money was supposedly “incredible”. You remembered laughing at that, accusing her of flirting with the regulars.
With that thought, you picked up your jacket, hugging it around your body, and headed out the door.
You adapted to the job easily enough; the thumping music, the strobing lights. Nat was constantly approaching you, checking in on you, “you’re okay right? Well you look amazing”, she whispered in your ear, winking at you, as you poured another drink.
She helped you climatize to the new environment. When service slowed, you found yourself drinking in those who frequented the club. The men on the floor were sleazy, approaching women while heavily drunk. The girls were dancing, swinging their hips, some finding company in those men. A part of you was envious, this had never been your scene and you felt a little excluded.
You were dragged out of your thoughts by Natasha asking you to drop some drinks off at one of the reserved tables. You felt a little reluctant, the table being hidden by a velvet curtain. You had yet to do this part of the job yet. I wish I could eye them up before approaching. Another part of you felt a little excited though, anticipatory.
You headed to the table, deep and low voices sounding. Some men were laughing, and others engaging in low conversation. Pulling the curtain back, a silence fell across the group of men sitting in the secluded area. You paused, taken aback. You had semi-expected the men to ignore your presence, you hadn’t expected this.
“H-hello. I have five whiskey cokes?” Your voice came across weaker than you hoped under the intimidating stares of the men. You hated the way your claim sounded like a question.
Your eyes fell upon the man at the head of the table. All black suit, perfectly tailored, with his hair falling over his piercing blue eyes. He wreaked power. His eyes were raking over your face. Drinking you in. You felt the breath get stuck in your throat when you met his eyes. He is gorgeous.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” a deep voice emerged from the man. It posed more of a statement than a question. Could he sense your anxiety?
“Yes I am”, you were painstakingly aware of how breathy your voice sounded, and also of how you were still awkwardly standing with the tray in your hands.
You eyed the other men, seeing the way their eyes dragged over your body, your curves. You felt naked. The eyes of the man at the head of the table had never left your face. He was enamored.
You cleared your throat and placed the tray on the corner of the table, trying to hide the way your hands were beginning to tremble. God, why am I shaking? You shot the men a fake smile before spinning on your heel and pulling back the curtain, their eyes burning into your ass.
When you had left the table, Bucky cleared his throat. “Get her name. Her social media. Her address. I want to know everything about her”.
Once leaving the room, you hunted your best friend down. “Nat, the men I delivered those drinks to…”, you waved your hands incredulously, reminiscing on the tense encounter and expecting her to have an explanation.
“Yes?” She smirked. She knew exactly what you were referencing. The intensity, the intimidation.
“What the hell was that? I mean- the guy at the head of the table… questioned me about being new, and the rest of them… ugh”, you rambled, your hands punctuating your questions.
“Oh…”, she raised her eyebrows at you, her face glowering in how she knew information that you didn’t, “the guy that questioned you, yeah he owns the club”, her smirk growing into a Cheshire Cat grin. She knew she had dropped you in the deep end.
Your eyebrows practically flew into your hairline, “the o-owner? God, Nat I’ve made a clutz of mysel-, I was stood there with the tray for so long, he must think I’m so stupi-”
She cut you off. “Well, at least he actually acknowledged you. He never even looks at the rest of us”, she explained, only exaggerating your confusion. “Shame really, considering he is probably the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, I mean, I would”, she winked at you again.
You laughed at that, knowing that she really would. She always knew what to say, and she was right. He really was breath-taking. But, he was also your boss. He probably only noticed me because I did something wrong.
You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on the encounter, convincing yourself that you were overthinking the fire in his eyes. He was staring at you because you were so awkward. He could tell you felt out-of-place, you thought, sighing to yourself and shaking the thoughts. Serving people drinks and cleaning the bar made for the perfect distraction.
The night continued without event, you were glad. You felt yourself ease up over time, Nat making you giggle as drunk men tipped you rather excessively. You weren’t sure if it was your best friend's humour, or the feeling of knowing you’d managed to cover this week's rent, but you felt pleased.
You picked up your coat, and slung your bag over your shoulder, deciding to call a cab to get home. You felt eyes on you as you hugged Nat goodbye. Looking over her shoulder, you locked eyes with that man again. Your boss. Stood at the top of the stairs, overlooking the bar. In a vast crowd of people, his eyes were narrowed in on you. You unlocked from Nat, drowning out her qualms about letting her know when you arrived home safely. You couldn't focus on anything else. He was the epitome of power; tall, broad, perfectly tailored.
You had to force yourself to rip your eyes from his, bidding Nat a farewell and heading out the door.
Bucky watched you until the door shielded you from view. He was fixated. It was only when Steve slapped his hand down on Bucky’s shoulder that he was brought back to the present.
“You’re gonna burn a hole through her body if you keep staring at her like that, pal”, Steve stated teasingly. He saw the way you commanded his friends' attention from the second you approached the table. It had been a long time since he had seen someone have such an effect on him.
Bucky turned to Steve, an exhale escaping his nose, “she is… certainly something”.
Steve continued, “… innocent, right?”, eyeing Bucky for his reaction. He tread on eggshells, he knew Bucky had taken a shine to you, he didn’t want to overstep.
Bucky nodded, his jaw twitching, “too innocent to be working here”. The pair nodded in unison.
You stepped outside and took a deep breath, relishing in the relief of being released from his intense gaze. You hailed a cab, being pleasantly surprised by the car that rolled up to you. Sleek and matte. A Mercedes. This was the nicest taxi you’d ever seen. When the taxi pulled up to your apartment block, you attempted to pay him with a remainder of your tips.
“Fee has been covered by… James Buchanan Barnes”.
Part 2 here https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/737991483216494592/bartender-part-2
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triangularz · 2 months
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 months
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Auntie Row
Rowena & Winchester little sister!reader, team free will & Winchester!reader
Requested by anonymous
Synopsis: Rowena has a soft spot for the Winchester’s little sister, and they get into lots of trouble together (I suck at synopsis, just read the fic it’s better)
Warnings: honestly nothing, time frame makes no sense with reader’s age but 🤷‍♀️
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“Rowena, what do you think you’re doing?”
The witch looked up in surprise when the Winchester brothers entered.
“Sammy!” You, the brothers’ six-year-old sister, ran straight to your big brother and giggled when he lifted you into his arms.
“Oh, you’re back,” Rowena said, cringing. “That was quick.”
“Auntie Row is teaching me how to do magic, like Hermione!” You babbled excitedly.
“Rowena…” Dean growled in warning.
“Now now, she’s a growing girl!” Rowena defended herself. “Learning magic is a perfectly natural part of growing up.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam scoffed.
“But Sammy!” You whined.
“Nu-uh,” Sam shook his head. “C’mon, it’s about time you had a nap.” He carried you out without another word to Rowena, who huffed dramatically and started to gather her belongings.
“When we said you could watch Y/N—“ Dean began, but Rowena cut him off.
“I know you didn’t mean this, but honestly Dean Winchester, how d’you expect the girl to defend herself if she can’t use magic?”
“She doesn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “We’ll protect her.”
“Oh honestly, you can’t be around her all the time! If she had magic, she could—“
“For the last time Rowena; no.” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.
“Uh, guys.” Sam returned to the room with a slight frown on his face. “Y/N said she wants Rowena to continue her story from last night. She’s refusing to sleep without it.”
“Well,” Rowena smirked. “Duty calls.”
“Hey.” Dean caught Rowena by the arm, and she glared at him. “Magic always comes with a price. I don’t want her to have to pay it.”
Rowena softened.
“I understand, Dean Winchester.”
His grip slackened, and Rowena left to go to you.
“I have a little something for you,” Rowena said as she stepped into your room.
“Can we finish the story?” You asked.
“Of course, sweet girl, of course. But first, I want to show you something. You remember that cursed necklace from the story? The one that protected the witch from the angry mob?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded excitedly.
“Well, I think it’s time it protected someone else.” Rowena grinned, unclasping the necklace that was hidden behind her shirt and carefully putting it on you.
“Really?” Your eyes went wide as you stared up at the witch.
“Yes. That will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. That way you don’t have to use any magic, just like your brothers said.”
“Thank you, Auntie Row,” you breathed sincerely, reverence painting your tone as you admired the glowing red jewel.
Rowena leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
“You’re very welcome, sweet thing. Now, let’s finish that story, shall we?”
“Kiddo, please, it’s just for a few days,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you still wouldn’t let go of his leg and continued to cry. “Mary’s gonna take good care of you, I promise.”
“I could really help you guys on this one,” Mary argued.
“She needs someone to watch her,” Dean reasoned.
“And why am I the automatic choice?” Mary countered.
“You two are not helping,” Sam said through gritted teeth as he picked you up, letting you lay your head on his shoulder. He hated Mary’s distance from you; you were John’s, but not hers. He understood her reason for not getting close to you, but you were just a little kid, and you didn’t deserve that. Sam just rubbed your back, still trying to soothe you as you continued to sniffle.
“If you boys needed help, you could’ve just asked.”
The three adults turned in surprise at the sound of Rowena’s voice.
“I mean honestly, it’s not like I haven’t babysat before.”
Dean was hesitant. “I don’t know if—“
“Sounds like a plan,” Mary said, going to grab her duffel. She tossed over her shoulder, “now I can help on the hunt!”
“Am I gonna stay with Auntie Row?” You asked Sam, your eyes wide and pleading.
“I…yeah honey, you are,” Sam sighed.
“Yay!” You grinned, wiping your tears away and squirming in Sam’s grip.
“Ok, ok,” Sam chuckled, lowering you to the ground so you could run to Rowena for a hug. “It’s probably best that you guys don’t stay in the bunker.” Sam directed his next words at the witch holding his little sister. “The bunker’s system still goes a little wonky with a witch inside, so one of your safe houses is probably a better idea.”
“That works for me.” Rowena grinned. “How would you like to go to Paris, sweet thing?” She asked you.
“This is a horrible idea,” Dean sighed. But he still grabbed his bag and headed out to Baby anyway.
“We’re back!” Sam called as he stepped into the bunker.
“Sammy! De!” You squealed, running to your big brothers and reaching them just as they came down the stairs. Dean scooped you into his arms and held you tight, comforted to see such a happy sight after such a grueling hunt.
“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, noticing your outfit.
“Auntie Row took me to shops in Paris, and we got a lot of clothes!” You babbled excitedly as Dean let Sam pull you into his arms.
“You’re spoiling her, Rowena,” Dean chuckled, no longer quite so hesitant about the witch now that he saw how happy you were.
“And she deserves every bit of it,” Rowena said.
“Ow!”
“I’m sorry darling, but you must sit still!”
“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped into your room to see you and Rowena sitting in front of your vanity.
“I’m trying to do her hair, but she won’t stop squirming,” Rowena explained, running a little pink brush through your hair.
“It’s all knotty!” You whined.
“Well it won’t be in a minute,” Rowena said.
Sam just smiled as he watched you, finally getting experiences that you’d never had before; motherly experiences.
The more he watched, though, the more he noticed how much you were squirming, and how much you seemed to be whining.
“Hey, you seem kinda grumpy, kid. Did you get a nap today?” He asked, coming to stand beside you and Rowena.
“Yeah,” you sniffled.
“You’re kinda pale,” he muttered under his breath, getting on one knee and reaching the back of his hand out to touch your forehead. “Jeez kid, you’re burning up.”
“She’s ill?” Rowena put the brush down and turned your chair around so you were facing her, repeating Sam’s gesture and checking your temperature. “She is quite hot.”
“Hey, let’s get you into some pjs, ok?” Sam suggested, lifting you into his arms. “You should get some sleep.”
“I already had a nap!” You insisted, squirming in Sam’s arms.
“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case,” Dean said, stepping into your room. “Something wrong?”
“She’s got a fever,” Sam sighed. “You should go without me.”
“Oh nonsense,” Rowena spoke up. “Just leave her with me.”
“I don’t want to leave her when she’s sick,” Sam argued.
“Oh she’ll be fine,” Rowena insisted. “I’ll give her some herbs and she’ll be out like a light, she’ll sleep until you get back.”
“I don’t know…” Sam sighed.
“How about this,” Rowena said. “You put her to bed, and leave once she’s asleep. I’ll watch over her, and I’ll call you if she worsens.”
“Alright.” Sam looked at you. “Is that ok kiddo?”
You nodded sleepily, suddenly not so eager to fight another nap.
“Sammy, my tummy hurts,” you whimpered.
Sam nearly melted at this, more reluctant than ever to leave you.
“I know sweetheart, c’mon let’s get you into some pjs and then you can go to sleep, ok?”
Sam helped you get dressed while Dean packed for the hunt. It didn’t take long to have you tucked into bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.
Sam lingered in your doorway, unsure about leaving you like this.
“She’ll be fine,” Rowena soothed the Winchester brother. “She’s asleep, and I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Alright,” Sam sighed, grabbing the bag that Dean had packed him. “Just…take care of her, ok?”
“Always,” Rowena responded.
And she did. When the Winchester brothers returned, your fever had broken and you were resting on the couch with Rowena, some cartoon playing on the tv.
“Hello boys,” she greeted when she saw them.
“Hey kid.” Sam went straight to you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Are you feeling any better?”
Rowena went to speak to Dean while you answered Sam with a distracted “yeah,” continuing to watch your cartoon.
“Her fever broke,” she explained to him. “I think it’s best if she rests a bit more, though.”
“Thank you, Rowena,” Dean said sincerely. “She really seems to like you.”
Rowena smiled. “She does, doesn’t she?”
“Did you have fun?” Sam asked you.
You nodded, finally pulling your gaze from the cartoon.
“Yeah, I like Auntie Row!”
Sam smiled softly.
“I’m glad.”
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1800jjbarnes · 2 months
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𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐭.𝟏
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In The Night | Vampire Au [A/F/R/M/G]
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↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bucky was your protector. The king of the land, but even the king has his dark side, and now Ser Rogers, the leading knight, must help you love him.
Look What We Have Here | Roommate Au [M]
↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner… but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.
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clownsuu · 10 months
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Hey, uhm, hope I'm not bothering you today. I'll just drop this here. It's the continuation of what I wrote form the Mob Au. Hope you like it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47292106/chapters/119165542
That's all. Goodbye. Have a nice day.
oH SHID ITS THE FIC HELL Y E A H-
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straysugzhpe · 8 months
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˚୨୧⋆。˚ Your Warmth ˚୨୧⋆。˚
🌷 Pairing ; YakuzaBoss!Murayama Yoshiki x Fem!Reader
🎀 Warnings ; Swearing, !!Creampies, Exhibitionism(?), Heavy!!Overstimulation, Murayama being Murayama (remember, he’s a little shit in this AU! Fanfic), main character gets hurt, mentions of fear, weapon (gun) mention here and there, mentions of people being tortured, cunnulingus, Oral (Both!Receiving), fingering, bodily fluids being mixed together (💀), Murayama not giving a fuck, Murayama bring a Dom (again.), degrading and praising, unprotected sex (again, I’m not promoting this so.. Wrap that Willy before you get silly.), P in V, fluff, another character gets mentally scarred again, serious dirty talk, Dacryphilia, mention of pregnancy, shower sex, fucking against the wall, Murayama being a bully because he can’t help it sometimes.
🌷Summary ; Murayama never thought he’d feel like this towards someone, or look at someone like he does when he looks at her ; His Y/n.
🌷Authors Note ; Last year I posted a Fic called “Punishment” and this is the continuation to it, please enjoy! I’ve definitely came a long way since Punishment although I still do like it. I apologise in advance for any missed mistakes or warnings.
🫧 H&L Moot Lovelies 🪷 ; @simpforchuchu @rouzuchan @strxwberrychocolate
☀️ Other H&L Tags ☕️ ; @thatpoindexterpixy @cheshirecatuniverse @emeraldbabygirl
🦢 Forever Tags 🧸 ; @star2fishmeg @airbendertendou
🌷Thank You Tag 😊 ; @bibislutmarvel (thank you, again, for helping me with this!! It probably wouldn’t be as good without your help!! Please go check out her fanfics, you won’t be disappointed <3 )
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Murayama never thought he’d feel like this towards someone, or look at someone like he does when he looks at her. His Y/n : the woman who looks at him with so much love and trust, that he can’t help but scrub himself raw in the shower ; trying desperately to wash away his sins so that he’s worthy of touching her with hands that will always be soaked with blood.
When he first realised he loved her : he couldn’t help but push her away. Him? Murayama Yoshiki, love someone? Especially someone as perfect as her. The woman who accepts him, for him. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew she got hurt because of him ; just because someone was trying to get to him, through her.
Murayama would lose himself completely if that ever happened.
But Y/n wasn’t about to give in, much to his dismay, and forget about him just because of his fears. She fought for him and the future she knew they could have ; Y/n loved him just as fiercely as he loved her - yes, she might not torture people: or burn them alive : or take out bloodlines like they’re nothing, all because they’ve made petty threats. No, she wasnt like that. If it came down to it : Y/n would take a more practical approach ; one which their enemies wouldn’t expect. She’d sweep the rug from under their feet, forcing them to their knees for him. Her Murayama. The one she feels the safest with, and the one she loves with her whole existence.
When Murayama first opened his feral, cold-blooded heart to her : she quickly became his weakness, tamed him and showed him real love. She became his anchor in a cruel world that showed no mercy. Her gentle nature towards him, the warmth she offered him, her soft words, her gentle touch— he quickly became addicted to her. How could he not? It’s Y/n. The same woman that holds everything he has in her hands, yet does nothing to take advantage of it, saying to him with love filled eyes : “I only want you, Murayama, it’s always been you and always will be.”
But of course someone took advantage of the weakness her love brought. Of course, another mob boss snuck one of their men in to act as Murayamas’ new recruit ; ultimately leading to a life or death stand-off in Murayama’s office with Murayama shielding his Y/N, his world, behind him.
His heart is in his throat, stomach twisting and turning in on itself as sharp vines stab at his insides. He feels like his drowning in the pool he usually swims in, the pool he owns and dominates.. But now he is suffocating, pulled under the water he once ruled by the ugly monster in front of him, his breath stolen away, as the monster tries it's hardest to make him submit to his fear. It weakens his muscles as he tries his hardest to get them to move. But he can't ; he's unable to do anything but wait and that torments him even more ; his subconscious screaming at him to do things he wouldn’t dare to repeat in front of Y/n. His muscles are tensed, locked and ready incase this bastard tries to move towards his woman. But then the fucker pulls out a gun, his shaky hand and fearful eyes only making Murayama's anger surge; bad move.
The traitorous bastard swallows his nerves down, his breathing shaky and hollow, and squeezes his eyes shut.
The gun goes off in a deafening bang.
It all happens so quickly, and yet Murayama sees it in slow motion, unable to move before Y/n has leapt forward and in front of him, shielding him like he did with her. The world is frozen for a moment as her body hits the floor, before reality crashes down on murayama with a force he didn’t know was possible, knocking the wind from his lungs. His eyes burn with fury as he lunges towards the vile being in front of him.
The cries of pure agony only fuel his sadistic enjoyment : the breaking of bones and choked gasps ; but from there, Murayama doesn't remember anything that happens that day. The memories are faint, a blood drenched suit, shouting and people barking orders at lower ranks, him standing above the vile creatures crumbled form ; a rage unlike any other burning like hellfire within him, that hot revenge gripping him tightly, dripping with poison and spreading into every corner of his mind, infecting him, twisting and bending him to its will. An infection that leaves his blood boiling yet a shiver still rips through him as a cold sweat runs down his forehead.
He can’t breathe as he holds her bleeding body, no sound seems to register but the rushing of his blood in his ears and his heart beating with adrenaline. His hand shakes as he brings it up to her face, but Murayama doesn’t notice how bloody his hands were until he sees the bright red colour staining her skin, left behind from his touch.
As Murayama holds her with a gentleness he reserves only for her : he didn’t register his office doors crashing down onto the floor after being kicked off the hinges ; he didn’t see Seki dragging that twitching scum away - he was too zoned in on her. She was too still — hauntingly still. It made him sick and his gasping worsened. He lifts her up ever so carefully and barges past the hordes of men, not like he had to do much barging in the first place seeing as they all quickly moved out the way ; their faces filled with horror at the sight of Y/n. Furuya must’ve ran after him as he holds the car door open for Murayama, allowing him to slide in with Y/n cradled in his arms.
Murayama later returned that night and burnt his headquarters to the ground, the building too tainted for him to bear. He can’t walk back through those doors knowing that Y/n had gotten hurt protecting him. But hey, people say to burn things you want to let go of.
“‘Shiki?” Y/N's voice draws him back to the present, the soft tone alone makes his once-tensed muscles relax.
Murayama turns around and smiles, his eyes taking her in as she walks towards him, “Afternoon, Princess.” He greets, leaning down to press his lips to hers, her flavoured gloss making him go in for another kiss, wanting to taste the (f/f) on his tongue.
she pulls away with her hands on his chest, eyes staring up at him with a playfully annoyed expression. “Yummy.” He says with a wink , not an ounce of shame on his face.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” she complains, giving him a look of pure annoyance that makes him want to mess with her even more. “Now I have to reapply it.” Murayama grins, “Let me do the honours, Princess.” Before she can react properly, Murayama goes in to steal another kiss as his arms shoot out to grab her and pull her against his body, one of his hands travelling up to settle at the back of her head ; the other wraps around her waist, keeping her there.
“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that.” Murayama groans and Y/n raises an eyebrow, “Like what?” The purse of her glossed lips, the slight furrow in her brows and her concentrated eyes, all contribute to the twitching of his cock. “Like that,” he moves the hand that was holding the back of her head to her cheek, his rough thumb moving back and forth on her cheek, “Like you’re really, really angry with me. Like you’re gunna tell me how bad I am for ruining your, deliciously tasting, lip gloss. That expression is actually quite dangerous.”
Y/n scoffs before smirking, “Dangerous? How so?” She tilts her head, “Because,” he leans down to her ear, his breath tickling her, ”it makes me want to fuck you senseless, right here, right now and against my new window,” His voice makes Y/n bite her inner lip, and a shudder to run down her spine, “And you'll end up pregnant by the time i’m done with you.”
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Sunday , 8:28 PM
“F-Fuck!” Y/n moans as Murayama’s cock destroys her cunt, the tip of his cock pounding into her G-spot every time he thrusts into her ; Murayama chuckles, “And you were tel-fuck—Telling me to be quiet.” He can’t help but curse under his breath at her walls tightening around him. The filthy, wet sounds of skin slapping skin, along with their heavy breathing and cries of pleasure, only fuel both of their pleasure.
“Someone..gonna..see.” Her speech becomes slurred the more he pounds into her mercilessly ; and Murayama can’t help but tighten his grip on the soft flesh of her hip.
The jiggle of her ass cheeks as they meet his hips only spurs on his determination to make her unable to walk properly for the next few weeks. Fuckin’ look a’you..” he leans down to her ear, teeth nibbling at her ealobes , “Fucked dumb..” Y/n’s mouth is opened like a moan is about to rip from her throat, but all that Murayama hears from her : is her heavy breathing and choked cries of pleasure. The happy trail of drool down the corner of her mouth — fuck, “S’all f’me, yeah? All f’fuckin’ me. My Princess..”
“T-Too much.. ‘yama!” She cries, all her worries that one of their servants will see Murayama savagely fucking her in the hallway of their home — completely lost, “there she is..” he mumbles, a sick grin on his face, “Too much?” He coos tauntingly and Y/n nods, tears rolling down her cheeks pathetically as his cock doesn’t stop — if anything, he speeds up. He can’t help but be turned on by her tears caused by the pleasure. The wet sounds of sex should be a big hint on its own : the master and lady of the house are busy.
“S’only been three orgasms,” he scoffs, knowing she secretly likes it when he’s harsh with his words, “Pathetic. You can do more, Angel.” She shivers, loving the overstimulation but also wanting it to end. She can’t decide, so he’ll do it for her. With a cheeky grin, Murayama takes his left hand off of her hip and trails it between her legs : his fingers finding her clit within seconds. She squeals at the added pleasure and wiggles her hips, trying to get him off, “S’too much! F-Fuck!”
“C’mon Angel, give it t’me, c’mon. Be a good girl f’me yeah?” He groans, his hips staggering the more she tightens around his cock, Fuck, she loves his filthy mouth, “gonna paint your walls with my cum, ‘cause you’re all f’me n’only me, huh angel? my Y/n." He sighs her name. "I know you love it when I cum so fucking much, and you don’t know what to do with it all.” Murayama’s groan catches in his throat and with a growl he slams his hips tightly and snugly against hers, his cum painting her pussy just as he'd promised. His load is so big that it begins to drip out of her and onto the floor, Murayama tuts at the sight, “Wastin’ me now, are ya?”
Y/n’s mumbles are incoherent, making him shake his head, “That’s not a good enough answer,” he fakes a sad tone, “Gonna hafta get another outta ya.”
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Monday , 7:30 AM
“Oh ‘Yama..” Y/n stands flushed against the wall, her right leg thrown over Murayama’s shoulder with him kneeling on the floor, his right hand digging into her skin, his fingers adding to the bruises that are already there. Y/n’s hands fist a handful of Murayama’s fluffy hair as his tongue drags up and down her pussy, before slipping inside of her ; his nose pressed against her clit as he breathes her in, locking him into his own world. “Not.. fair..” she whines, “You.. Got a’meetin..'' as much as she tries : Y/n can’t think straight , not with that skilled mouth of his making waves of pleasure surge through her.
Murayama’s spit mixes in with Y/n’s juices, making more of a mess on his freshly steam-pressed, three piece suit ; but he doesn’t care. Why would he? “They can wait.” He grumbles against her pussy before bringing her closer to his face, making Y/n worry that he’ll suffocate.. But again : he doesn’t care. “..Taste s’good.. n’it’s all f’me..” Murayama can’t help but speak his thoughts out loud in a jumbled up manner, his words slurred as he’s lost within her taste.
Y/n’s hips grind against his face desperate to create friction against her clit, her right hand releases it’s death grip on his soft hair to press her palms against her mouth, holding back her moans as Murayama’s skilled tongue speeds up. She can't help but throw her head back against the wall, lost to the feeling.
Approaching footsteps make Y/n whine into her palm, one hand now gripping Murayama’s hair, trying to pull him away from her soaking and aching cunt : but her weakened resolve from Murayama’s skilful mouth render her attempts futile, leaving him to continue abusing her cunt for as long as he sees fit. As the footsteps come closer and closer — making Y/n’s anxiety and shame sky rocket — : so does her orgasm. Murayama’s low groans and breath only succeed in making her shudder and squirm against his mouth.
Y/n turns her head, trying to resolve herself to the fact that someone is about to watch her cum because of Murayama’s mouth ; her vision becomes clear as she locks eyes with Cobra’s wide ones. His eyes drinking in the scene before him, Y/n’s hips shamelessly grinding against a groaning Murayama, hand gripping her mouth to prevent noises and her legs shaking violently.
Cobra swallows and forces himself to breathe, as his hand twitches beside him - he doesn’t know what to do. He’s in shock : he didn’t expect to witness something like this today - especially Murayama and the way he desperately devours her, like a desperate man tasting something he hasn’t in a long time. It makes Cobra feel shy at the display before him, his face heating up as he continues to watch — what seems like — a completely oblivious Murayama. Of course he’s oblivious : no matter how hard Cobra smacked the shit out of Murayama years ago, Cobra knows how much stronger Murayama has gotten over the years - especially since meeting Y/n. He remembers the words the younger man said to him, “I want to protect her against the harshness of my world, Cobra-Chan.”
Murayma has become… something else. A nightmarish, vengeful monster that’s full of rage for his enemies, a rage that’s ready to explode and leave nothing but scars people would do anything to get rid of ; He was unmerciful before — but now.. Cobra’s jaw clenches as a specific memory flashes through his mind but he shakes it off, it’s a memory he wishes would wither away.
A muffled moan makes Cobra look back towards the two, he watches as Y/n allows the hand that was gripping her mouth tightly to drop down into Murayama’s hair ; the man in question groans as he happily accepts her orgasm. His face soaked with her orgasm and his spit. Y/n gasps softly at her sensitivity, Murayama’s tongue licks up what it can before she pushes him away, softly pleading him enough.
Y/n takes a quick glance and feels relief flood through her : Cobra’s gone. Murayama pulls Y/n's underwear and pants up, buttoning her pants when he stands ; Y/n rests her forehead against his chest to catch her breath, “Delicious.” He grins and she rolls her eyes, “If you didn’t shoo me away when I want spoil you, you’d have more than one orgasm with my tongue.”
“You’re at work, ‘Shiki.” She mumbles, face heating up, “Uh..” Y/n clears her throat and steps back to look up at him,
Murayama raises an eyebrow at her, “What is it?” He can’t help but melt inside at the embarrassed look on her face, a cheeky smile plays at his lips as he waits for her to tell him,
“Cobra.. Uhm.. saw us.” Murayama just stares at her before blinking, and then starts laughing,
“Cobra-Chan? Saw us?” Y/n nods which makes Murayama chuckle and shake his head, “Eh, don’t worry. He probably learnt something.”
Y/n shocks on air and she gently whacks Murayama’s chest, “Don’t say that!” He catches her hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to it.
“Thank you for the meal~” he smirks and her mouth opens slightly at his cocky and cheeky words, she’s rendered speechless, again. He always does this.
“Don’t blame me when I’m hungry again, you always do that to me ; make me a dangerously hungry man.”
Murayama watches as his lover rolls her eyes and walks away and down the quiet hall. He grins and begins wiping his neck and jaw with a handkerchief, opening the door as he does so ; heads turn his way and they stand, “Good evening, Sir!” His men bow, showing their respect,
“Evening.” He nods back and moves to sit at the head of the table, the six men then take their seats again ; giving their attention to Murayama.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
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Friday , 6:39 PM
The water beats down onto the tattooed back of Murayama, his grunts and groans mixing with the sound of the water,along with Y/n’s moans as his hips slam into hers : his cock hitting right where she needs him the most. Y/n’s nails scratch and dig into his back until it bleeds and if they ever scar, he thinks, he’ll wear them with pride — just like he does with all of his scars caused by his lifestyle. Murayama helps keep her right left wrapped around his hip, his other hand flat against the shower wall as his hips rock into hers.
The humidity of the bathroom only adds to the heat of their moment,
“so fuckin’ good f’me, aren’t ya, Princess? Like that, hm? ‘Course you fuckin’ do,” Murayama moans, “The way you’re squeezin’ me — f-fuuuckk.” He can’t help but give in to his desire and bites down on her neck roughly, adding to the many marks that litter her entire body which are have been caused by their desperate fucking. Pulling away from her neck, he crashes his lips onto her bitten ones, he grins against her mouth, “Fuck,” and laughs, “You fuckin’ love this cock, don’t ya?”
Y/n nods dazedly at him, moaning a high pitched “Yeah..!” which only makes him smirk more,
“Do anythin’ for this fuckin’ cock, yeah? Yeah, you fuckin’ would.”
“Y’Love it when I fuck ya like this?” Y/n nods, and Murayama can’t tell the difference between the water currently bashing down on them, and her tears. “Fuckin’ words, Princess.” He growls,
“Y..Yeah..! S..Shit! Pl—Please, ‘Shiki..!” She cries,
“‘Pluh-Please’ what?” Murayama knows she hates it when he teases her like this, but he just can’t help himself, he can’t help but mock her little pathetic moans as she loses herself on his cock — it boosts his ego that the love of his life falls apart at his touch,
“M’gunna cum..!” His lips crash against hers once again, but not before he moans out :
“Why don’t cha then?”.
Y/n sobs as she cums around his cock, her legs shaking violently against his hips as he holds her tightly through it. His cock keeps thrusting in and out of her soaking cunt, making her head spin with overstimulation. But Murayama is desperate to chase his own orgasm, and the spasming of Y/n’s walls around his cock finally push him over the edge. He devours her mouth as he cums deep inside.
Their soaking forms combined leave a messy, watery trail behind as Murayama carries Y/n over to the bed ; Murayama places her back against the fresh bedding and leans his forearms either side of her head, the muscles in his arms bulging as they keep him held up from crushing her. He kisses her face and slowly repositions himself between her legs, his still-hard cock pressing back inside her aching cunt. He grinds his hips against hers ; placing all his weight on one arm and using the other to play with her oversensitive clit, leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck.
Y/n’s hands grip and claw at whatever they can, the overstimulation becoming too much for her to process as he bottoms out inside her,hitting her bruised and abused cervix, “S..S’too much ‘Shiki!”
Murayama coos at his lover with a soft look, “C’mon Princess, only a few more~ you can do it.” His gentle kisses do nothing to ease the shaking of her legs, nor the burn in her abdomen as another orgasm rips through her ; tears fill her vision as she tries to focus on Murayama and his own pleasured expressions, the stuttering of his thrusts a telltale sign of his fast approaching orgasm,, his breath hollowing and his groans and grunts becoming short as he fucks another load into her.
“S’not enough..”
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Thursday , 7:25
“Such a f..fuckin’ tease..!” Y/n groans out as her orgasm is denied for the utmost time,
“Yeah?” Murayama coos, “Too fuckin’ bad, shoulda left Hyuga on his own,” he sneers, the grip on her thighs unforgiving as he thrusts upwards causing her body to bounce ; she tries her hardest to keep her eyes trained on his face like he’s demanded of her, but she really can’t. His cock fucking straight into her g-spot makes her head spin, “He.. Ngh..! Was a guest, ‘Shiki!” Murayama scoffs at her ‘excuses’, as he calls them, “Don’t make excuses, Princess.”
Every once in a while, Murayama and Y/n host a party for all their close friends - to celebrate their friendships and rekindle after months or years of being apart, due to work or other businesses. All the representative leaders of the S.W.O.R.D organisation attended their party with warm hearts and happy faces, the majority brought gifts and of course, Hyuga brought alcohol. As the night went on and some people started to leave, Hyuga took the opportunity that presented itself when Murayama took his eyes off of Y/n to speak to her ; he lives for getting a reaction out of the younger man, and getting under his skin.
What better way to get under Murayama Yoshiki’s skin, than flirting with what’s his?
So that’s what he did, and he succeeded. Hyuga let the smug smile crawl onto his stubbled face when he felt the burning gaze of Murayama, “Hyuga,” Y/n looks at him “I know what you’re doing, and I’m going to be left with the consequences.”
Hyuga chuckles and takes a swig of his rum, “Yeah..” he nods, “But I gotta feeling.. you kinda like it, doll face.”
Y/n’s face grows hot and her eyes widen but before she can say anything : Murayama suddenly appears behindher, his hand resting on her lower back, “Hyuga.” He greets with a tone that makes the older man smirk even more,
“Murayama.”
Y/n mentally groans when Murayama’s hand slithers to her hip, giving the soft skin there a squeeze : Hyuga’s words have left traces of embarrassment on her face that she hopes Murayama can’t see. . Yes, Y/n may love the fucking she gets from Murayama — but what she doesn’t love is the orgasm denial he does for hours before even, considering, letting her cum. “Well, I best be off,” Hyuga’s grin widens, “Stuff to do.”
The wall behind her is slightly damp from her sweat as she bounces up and down with his thrusts, her nails digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders ; Y/n can’t help but laugh at the furrow in his brows and the jealous look carved into his features. What a stupid thing to do. Laughing at him. “Oh,” Murayama raises an eyebrow at her, “You think this is funny, do ya?” She shivers at the anger in his voice, the roughness of it makes her walls tighten around him which causes him to groan ; “No, you’re not doing that — you’re not winning this time.”
Forcing himself to stop his thrusts, Murayama unwraps Y/n’s legs from around his waist and gently drops them : he pulls out of her and steps back, smirking at her messy hair, “‘Shiki..!” Y/n whines at him, tears pricking at her eyes as she only wants to cum around his cock and milk him for all he has, why isn’t he letting her? Why punish her for Hyuga’s doings? Murayama takes a few more steps back and falls down onto the bed, his hands supporting him as he leans back slightly to look at his messy and needy lover. “C’mere Angel, come suck and I might, let you cum.” Y/n’s legs shake as they struggle to keep her up, “‘Shiki please.. I’m sorry, I’ll ignore him from now on.” Murayama just shakes his head, “Princess.. come here, and suck.” Her thighs rub against themselves at his authoritative voice, his dark and intense eyes piercing into her teary ones.
Fucking Hyuga.. Y/n can’t help but think of him with annoyance, but she does as Murayama demands of her to do and kneels in front of him ; his angry, red tip meets her face, “Suck.” Opening her mouth and leaning towards a vein that’s prominent on his cock, she licks up the vein before hollowing her cheeks out and taking him in her mouth, Murayama groans as his head falls back at the feel of her warm mouth replacing the cold air that was once biting at his cock. “Ohh, fuuuuccck.. that’s it, good girl..” Murayama’s hand fists the back of Y/n’s hair, the veins on his forearm bulging as he restrains himself from shoving her head down.
Y/n places her hands on his strong thighs as her head bobs up and head, she looks up at him through her lashes, her tongue circling around the tip before moving down his cock ; the tip of it hits the back of her throat a few times, making Murayama’s hip stagger as he tries to hold back his primal desire to fuck her throat so hard : she’s chocking on it. but, alas, his restraint only holds out for so long before he’s slowly bobbing her head up and down himself ; but soon Murayama’s slow pace turns into a fast and desperate one, his hand fisting her hair even tighter as his hips begin thrusting upwards to meet her throat.
The grip on his thighs tighten and her nails dig into the muscles of his thighs as her eyes start watering the more his cock hits the back of her throat ; her tearful gagging only urges Murayama on further as he forces her to deep throat him, each time he pushes her head down and thrusts his hips up to meet her : he can feel his orgasm coming as he continues to use her throat that a fleshlight. “N..ngh.. ugh, fuck, s’good, feel s’good. Throat’s as good as that pussy!” Pushing her head all the way down, which causes her to gag even more, Murayama’s cum shoots at the back of her throat forcing Y/n to swallow it.
There’s so much of it.
Murayama finally releases his iron grip on Y/n’s which allows her to pull away with a gasp, she swallows the last remaining of his cum and licks her lips ; looking up at Murayama to see he’s already taking in her wrecked makeup and tear stained cheeks., He leans downand picks her up, throwing her onto the bed and quickly climbing on top of her, “Hyuga wishes he had a woman like you.” ; he rubs his leaking tip against her aching pussy before slipping inside of her again, “S’good..”
“Who do ya belong too, huh?” Y/n seems to have taken too long to answer, as Murayama gently grabs her face and directs it towards his burning gaze, “I’ll ask-” he thrusts upwards harshly, “-again, who do you belong too?”
Y/n whines, “You! Oh fuck, you! Only you!”
He grins, “Do ya wanna cum, Princess?”
nodding frantically with tears in her eyes, Y/N pleads : “Yes! Please.. let me!”
Murayama shakes his head and stops his thrusts, Y/n cries out in frustration “Then make yourself cum.” Her hips move on their own against his, so deliciously desperate to cum around his cock ; the rhythm is uneven, her sobs growing louder as her hands grip the soaked sheets beneath her.
Murayama watches as Y/n uses him to get herself off, tears rolling down her cheeks — he wants to lick them ; the display only makes him groan and he grips her wrists, moving them above her head ; his hips smacking against her unforgivingly, his eyes burning into her teary ones, “Curse you..” he groans, “fuckin’.. makin’ me feel this way..” Y/n whines at his words, her words getting stuck in her throat as she tries to tell him : it’s not my fault. Murayama shakes his head, his groans getting breathless and short lived as another orgasm builds.
“So ’pretty, Y’know that?” Murayama’s grip tightens around her wrists as praises fall from his mouth, “S’pretty n’all mine, yeah? All fuckin’ mine.” He releases his grip on her wrists and lifts her legs over his shoulders, her knees coming either side of her face as he cock delves deeper inside of her ; Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth wide open as moans and sobs try to come out all at once. A happy trail of drool falling down the side of her face. With a growl-like groan : Murayama cums heavily inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting against her cervix as he pushes his cock as deep as it can go.
Y/n’s nails cause little wounds on his back as her denied orgasm finally washes over her body, “O-Oh fuck..! Fuck, fuck!” Her high pitched moans mix in with her sobs ; the violent shaking of her legs are kept controlled by the tight grip Murayama has on them. Murayama keeps his face buried in her neck as he tries to steady his breathing, he presses gentle kisses to her sweat ridden skin.
“S’get you cleaned up, Angel.”
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Deep Water
Characters: William Miller, Ben Miller, Francisco Morales and Santiago Garcia, and female reader
Warnings: Mentions of killing and blood, shooting, dead body, murder, drinking, swear words, drugging, and kidnapping
Summary: Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers
I rewatched Triple Frontier for like the millionth time, and then got stuck in a loophole of reading all kinds of Triple Frontier fics, and decided to go ahead a write something of my own and was completely inspired by many people! I really hope you guys enjoy this one cause I think this is going to be an amazing read!! If you wish to be added to the tag list be sure to let me know in the comments or my ask box! Also sorry for this but I’m tagging everyone on my tag list for the first chapter just to get more opinions about this! Thank you so much! XOXO
Part 2
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Not understanding why you did it, but you always ended up at the bar. Feeling the liquid burn down your throat making you hiss. The bartender laughed shaking his head every time you motioned for another drink.
Looking around the room there were all kinds of people here. Feeling your body slouching in the chair, but nobody seemed to pay attention to you. It almost seemed as if they were doing everything they could to avoid you.
Being used to that feeling of loneliness it didn't faze you not having anybody. Ever since your family was killed you were numb to every feeling you could ever have.
Coming home to finding your parents and older brothers bloody bodies on the living room floor. Wondering how they were so easily killed even when they were heavily guarded. Nobody knew who killed them, and the entire case was dropped.
Ever since they were killed people didn't look at you, and they certainly didn't want anything to do with you. It puzzled you why wondering who your family really was. There was something more to them, and you certainly weren't interested in finding out.
Your mother never told you what your father did, and always kept it hush. All you can really remember is random men always coming over wearing suits and serious faces. His office was a forbidden room, and never allowed anyone in there.
All you know is your father made a lot of money and was a very powerful man. People in a sense feared your father but you didn't realize any of this until after he was killed. Questions running through your mind all the time that would go unanswered.
"Want something else?" The bartenders voice intruded your thoughts. "Maybe the tab."
"Yeah yeah I get it." Grumbling as you shuffled through your purse pulling out your card handing it to him. "What's so great about this place anyway."
"Do you not know who owns the bar?" He seemed surprised by your question as he stood there his eyes wide.
"No." You strung out the word shaking your head your full attention on him. “Should I?”
"The Frontiers own this place." He spoke the words hushed afraid they would hear him, and appear from the darkness. "The ruthless mobsters that run this city."
"They own this bar?" Saying more to yourself then the bartender who chuckled at your shocked response.
"Yeah they own this bar." Watching as he swiped your card through the machine. "Along with every other bar in this city. Or at least Ironhead is the one who owns them.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Slapping a hand on your forehead in disbelief as you sighed loudly.
“I wish I was hon but yeah this is their bar.” Pressing his lips together with raised eyebrows a sympathetic look on his face.
"I had no idea." Your voice quiet as you started to look around hoping they didn't sneak there way in here.
"Sweetheart the minute you walk out into the streets." He started to say as you looked up into his eyes. "They own you already."
Gulping so loudly you felt everyone could hear it. If it wasn't for the liquor you had in your system you would have ran out of this place so fast you would leave a trail of smoke.
You've never seen them before but you certainly have heard of them. Knowing what they did to people who betrayed them, or simply even pissed them off. They could kill anyone and nobody could touch them.
All you really knew about them was there names. Santiago, Francisco, William and Ben Miller who were brothers. You also knew they had nicknames like Fish, Ironhead, Pope and Benny. Will was the leader of the group and was the most ruthless out of all of them. Frankie was his second in command, along with Santiago and Benny.
"Here you go." Soon as he handed you back your card you shoved it into your purse hopping off the chair stumbling a bit on your feet. "Have a good night."
"Thanks." Mumbling with a stoic look still being polite to which he responded with a small smile and a nod.
Looking around for the exit you just started to walk letting your legs take over hoping you would just find your way out of here. Stumbling down the hall seeing a red neon sign above a door that read exit.
Not planning to get this intoxicated when you unknowingly entered the Frontiers bar. At least they didn't know up here and start causing violence like they were known to do. Just wanting to get home and pass out on top of your bed.
As you pushed the door open a cold breeze gushed around your body. Tugging your jacket tighter to your now shivering body as you looked around. Turning to start heading back to your apartment.
The streets were empty and it was eerily quiet. Not even a car was driving by which was making you a little nervous. The alcohol flowing through your system was making you a little more paranoid then usual.
Moving your legs as quickly as you could just wanting to get home so you could sleep this feeling off. Your heels clacking against the pavement it sounding louder than it usually would.
"Where the fucks our money?" A dark voice shouted from the inside of an alley making your feet stop in there tracks.
"Don't make us ask you again." It was a different voice but sounded just as dark.
Unaware that your feet were slowing moving towards the potentially dangerous sounds. Clutching your purse tightly to your chest as you peeled around the corner of the alley. Your eyes locked on three men standing around another man. His hands tied behind his back and his head slumped forward.
If it wasn't for those stupid drinks your ass would have been home already. Instead your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see for yourself what was going on.
All you could make out was their faces. The man holding the gun had tan skin with dark hair and a matching mustache, and the man to the right of him had blonde hair with a matching scruffy beard, and the man to the left had darkish hair with thin scuff around his lower face.
It shocked you how good looking these men really were especially the one holding the gun. Whoever these mysterious handsome men were they certainly had something dark and dangerous about them.
What intrigued you the most was the one with the blonde hair who had sparkling blue eyes that shined beneath the moon light, and gave him an even more menacing look. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of getting a look up close.
"I'm losing my fucking patience with you Dave." The blonde haired man spoke shaking his head back and forth slowly. He looked and sounded like he was the leader of this group.
"You've got five seconds before I'll blow your head off." The man holding the gun spoke an accent behind his voice.
"I'm telling you I don't have the money Ironhead." The man pleaded as he cried silently begging for his life. "Please don't kill me."
That must be his nickname as the blonde haired man stepped forward crossing his arms across his chest. Kicking something in front of him trying hard not to lose his patience. The man holding the gun kept looking over at him waiting for some time of signal to be given to him.
Gripping the brick of a building you were crouching behind unable to walk away from this scene. It felt like you were watching a movie, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. Your eyes going back and forth between all of them wondering what was going to happen next.
“Then tell us where the fucking money is.” The man screamed louder this time making you jump.
“It’s gone.” He whispered loud enough for them to hear bowing his head down in fear. “He’s got your money.”
"Wrong answer."
Before the man could say anything else a boom rang through the alley, and rand through your ears. Covering your mouth quickly as soon as your felt a scream bubbling in your throat. Watching as the man's body dropped to the floor a pool of blood surrounding his body.
Stepping back from the horrific scene keeping your hand over your mouth just wanting to get out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek realizing you had just witnessed a murder. Never have you ever seen someone get shot point black out in the open.
Before you could make it very far your body backed up into another body. Standing there frozen as you heard a light chuckle and a breath near your ear. Wishing you would have just kept walking or could find the urge to run away from this scene.
"Looks like we have a curious little kitten." His hands gripped your waist pushing you forwards towards the other three men. "Should have just walked away sweetheart."
All eyes focused on you as they watched you being pushed towards them looking terrified. The one with the dark hair putting his gun away his eyes looking your body up and down. The man behind you gripped the backs of your arms when he felt you start to move.
It felt like a light was shining down on your figure as you felt all there gazes on you. Just wanting the ground to swallow you whole so you could get out of here. Maybe you should have just stayed in the bar a little longer, and this could have been avoided.
"Who do we have here?" The one with the mustache spoke up hands on his hips as he looked at you with a smirk. "Pretty little thing."
"This little one was watching the whole thing." Your head shoved down in shame and embarrassment knowing you got caught red handed.
"See the whole thing?" You didn't realize you were being asked a question until you felt someone lightly shove you making you look up at the man who was called Ironhead.
"Yes." Squeaking out feeling your mouth becoming very dry.
There was complete silence as you felt his gaze burning a hole in your face. Not realizing how attractive all these men really were until you were standing so close to them. Feeling your cheeks heat up for the thought of even drooling over these killers.
The man holding you stepped next to Ironhead both of them whispering back and forth. He had longer hair than the rest of them, and had an incredibly youthful look about him. They looked like they could be brothers or something.
"Kill her." Was all he said as he turned away cold as ice your eyes wide in fear not thinking tonight was the night of your death.
"What?" The one holding you before stepped closer to you almost in a defensive stance. "Come on Will we don't have to kill her."
"She's a fucking witness Benny." He glared at his partner his voice filled with authority. “The last thing we need is a squeaky wheel.”
"I don't think this one will talk." The man with the darkish hair and sprinkle of gray mixed in looked deeply into your eyes making you turn away.
Benny stepped around you standing directly behind you feeling his body hovering over you protectively. Keeping your eyes focused on other things acting like they weren’t talking about you like you weren’t there.
"You don't know that Pope." He argued back with him.
"I agree with Benny and Pope man." The one with dark brown hair spoke up this time.
"Shut the fuck up Fish." Ironhead snarled feeling conflicted right now as he watched your trembling body in his brothers hands. "All of you shut the fuck up."
These nicknames they were using sounding incredibly familiar. Repeating the names in your head over and over again trying to think of where you had heard them before. It seemed like you were just talking about men who had names like that.
"What's your name?" He asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Hearing an intake of breath behind you as soon as they heard your last name.
It really confused you as to why they had the reaction they did when you said your name. Maybe they knew who your father was, and would ultimately decide to let you go, or they could tell you more about him than anyone else has. That was a fat chance though and most likely they were enemies.
It suddenly hit you as to who was all standing around you. It was the Frontier men, and you felt your entire body turn into ice. Feeling those drinks starting come back up your throat threatening to spill out of your mouth and onto the concrete.
Feeling like it was just too big of a coincidence drinking unknowingly in there bar, witnessing a murder, and now here you were in there hands. This was definitely not your night.
Having witnessed these ruthless mobsters killing a man in the alley. Feeling even more stupid smacking yourself in the face wishing you would have just walked away. Now here you were facing what felt like a trial on whether you got to live or die.
The three men were standing close together as they quietly spoke with one another. Going back and forth with each other trying to decide what to do with you. All kinds of questions running through your mind right now trying to figure a way out of this.
What was probably just a few minutes felt like hours. Staring down at your feet as the continued to talk. Not paying attention to the fact that Benny was soothingly rubbing your arms up and down.
"She comes with us." Ironhead finally spoke as he scratched his beard sighing loudly coming to this conclusion. "Keep her quiet."
"Please don't." You begged shaking your head hoping they would just let you go, but you had a gut feeling they weren't going to. "Please I promise I won't say a word."
"We can't risk that doll." Fish said with a calm sympathetic tone in his voice giving you a small smile to which you didn't return.
"Please don't kill me." Hearing your voice quiver as tears were flowing down your cheeks now.
"Did you not hear me?" Ironhead cocked his head at you as he stepped closer to you. "We're letting you live."
"Please just let me go." Pushing not letting it go hoping they would become annoyed and decide to just let you safely back home. "Please don't do this to me."
"Take her to the car Benny." Was all he said before he turned around to the other men. "We'll be right behind you."
Ironhead leaned to Benny whispering something in his ear before he looked to you. Benny nodded his head before he turned back to you with no emotion on his face.
"Come on darling let's go." His hand tugged you to face the other way as he led you into the car. "This is for the best."
You couldn't believe that any of this was happening to you right now. The last thing you ever thought was being kidnapped by a bunch of cold hearted ruthless mobsters. Thinking that maybe your family being murdered was already enough.
"I just want to go home." Speaking out loud without realizing it as you shuffled into the car.
"Maybe you should have walked away and minded your own business." He warned you with a look on his face saying not to push him.
Looking away as he wrapped something around your wrists tightly so you couldn’t escape. The fabric burning your skin as you moved your hands wincing at the minor pain. You could tell the man felt bad, but he clearly wasn’t going to help you.
"Maybe I should have." Grumbling as you looked out the car window watching the other men wrap the body up carrying it to the car.
This was like something out of a movie, and you were waiting any minute for the director to yell cut or something. Or pinch yourself hard enough and you’d wake up from this horrific dream.
"There not putting the body in here are they?" Looking over at Benny sitting at the drivers seat bored.
"Yeah of course." He shook his head with a light chuckle before he turned around to face you. "Can't have somebody finding it."
“Or maybe you just shouldn’t have killed the guy.” Spitting out before you could stop yourself but it seemed to amuse him.
“Well shit you sure got bite.” He bellowed out in disbelief at how you were talking to him considering everything. “We’ll get along just fine you and I.”
Your heart was starting to race rapidly as you sat frozen in your seat. Palms were sweating horribly as you felt the bile rising in your throat again. Your chest was heaving up and down as you slowly felt yourself start to panic.
Not moving a muscle as the three men stuffed the bloody body into the trunk of the car. Slamming it shut making your jump terror coursing through your body at the thought of being in a car with four killers.
Ironhead got into the passenger seat, and Fish and Pope got on either side of you. The tension was thick in the car, and you were starting to become overheated and overwhelmed. You can throw out not getting into cars with strangers out the window.
“What are you guys going to do with me?” Timidly asking once they all got settled in the car. There was silence for a couple of seconds which was making you even more nervous.
“That all depends on you.” A stern voice responded from the front making your eyes diverge to him.
“Behave and you’ll be okay.” Pope answered reassuringly to you, but nothing about his words felt reassuring at all.
One wrong move or wrong answer, and you could possibly end up like the man wrapped in tarp in the trunk. These were ruthless men who would kill anyone including you. For some reason though thankfully they decided to keep you alive. Well at least for the time being probably.
"Sorry about this sweetheart." Fish said with a pathetic smile before you felt something prick your neck before you could let out a scream.
Quickly realizing that it was a needle that went into your skin. Your vision was getting blurry, and you felt like the car was spinning. Trying to keep your eyes open fighting whatever drug he injected you with.
Feeling your body going limp as you slumped in your seat rolling your head to the side against Popes shoulder. Benny looked in the rear view mirror feeling sorry that this was happening to you.
"Go Benny." Ironhead growled not bothering to check if you were okay.
The last thing you remember was the sound of a roaring engine before darkness completely took over your body.
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2023 BEST READS
A few days late but hey, better late than never! This is a non-comprehensive list of my favorite fics that I’ve read in 2023! Criteria for a fic to be included on this list are:
I read the fic in 2023
I reread the fic at least once
I can rate 5/5 stars without hesitation
The fics are organized by fandom but otherwise are in no particular order.
BATMAN
New Wave by yellow_caballero Batman (gen), 103k, Reverse Robins, Stephanie Brown is Robin Some lunatic in a bat costume is running around Gotham clowning on fools, but local delinquent Stephanie Brown has way bigger problems. When her father and friends start joining mob wars Steph knows she has to do something about it before Gotham collapses. If that means joining up with rich dudes playing dress up, pasty nerds with hacking and photography habits, and throwing on a costume herself, then that’s just what she’ll have to do. Even if Batman works alone. She’s convincing. In which Stephanie Brown rocks the radical nineties and becomes the first Robin, ruining Batman’s life and giving Tim Drake a hobby.
birdsong by ScarlettSwordMoon Nightwing (gen), 22k, Dick Grayson-Centric After getting a face full of Scarecrow’s newest toxin, Dick isn’t haunted by his typical nightmares. No. This one has little green pixie boots. AKA Batman: Ego but make it Robin. Nightwing 60th Anniversary Bingo: Drugs & Toxins
Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich Batman (gen) 54k, Dimension Travel, Duke Thomas-centric The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.
Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 Batman (Superbat), 45k, Wings AU A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.
Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight Batman (gen), 13k, Starvation He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin. He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid. She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.” And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.
You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514 Batman (gen), 65k, Non-Human Robins Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.
Little Red by destiny919 Batman: Under the Red Hood (gen), 39k, Series, Jason is Tim’s Parent AU where Tim is younger and has been illegally adopted by his hero, the Red Hood.
A Different Game by Hinn_Raven Batman (multi), 62k, Red Hood!Stephanie Brown, Role Reversal Stephanie Brown died with a mouth full of blood and her eyes wide open, staring at the locked door, hoping still for a miracle, for a rescue. She died in a hidden place, still hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, bleeding out from a wound in her stomach, and no one was with her when her heart gave its last beat. AU where Stephanie Brown dies as Robin and becomes the Red Hood.
bad news, this place is magic as fuck by mikkal Batman (gen), 28k, All-Caste Jason Todd, Magic Jason Jason's on the trail of a killer who's targeting kids in Crime Alley for an unknown magical ritual. Between that and his family who insists on butting in, he's got his work cut out for him. But, as they say, nothing is as it seems.
Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained Batman, DC (gen), 190k, No Man’s Land, Independent Gotham An AU where an altered version of No Man’s Land happened while Bruce was in his late teens/early twenties, and Batman was born in the hellish crucible of a trapped city that was left for dead and then violently retaken. Gotham may pretend to run by mainlander rules for the sake of those who would have died otherwise, but under the surface, Bruce, Jim, Leslie, Ivy and Oswald and their pack keep their own council, and look with jaundiced eyes on the mainland.
A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin Batman (gen), 24k, Hurt/Comfort When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own. Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?
THE BATMAN (2022)
I’m a Good Pretender by shipNslash The Batman (2022) (gen), 40k, Dick Grayson-Centric Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete. Bruce's new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good.
In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch The Batman (2022) (gen), 33k, Dimension Travel There was a new vigilante in his city: a man who smiled too much and talked too loud and knew his way around a fight a little too well. Bruce wasn't bothered by his antics. Except the man also seemed to know a little too much about him. Who was this Nightwing, anyway? OR: Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham.
DC LEGENDS OF TOMORRW
Countless Roads by nirejseki Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 231k, Medium Leonard Snart, AU-Ghosts Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with – and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him. Sure, said curse also means he’s going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.
Straight On Till Morning by nirejeski Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Sara Lance/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 17k, Time Pirates Left alone in the Refuge, Mick and Sara decide they're going to be proactive about their fate. They end up becoming time pirates. Because of course they do.
THE WITCHER
A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 190k, WIP, AU-Modern Setting, AU-College/University Aiden Kett and Lambert Wilkson accidentally get married, and this is honestly probably the least of their problems.
By the Broken Lock That Freed Me by inexplicifics The Witcher, (muti), 46k, AU-Daemons, Accidental Warlord Series Aiden takes a contract on the Duke of Velen. He's not expecting the most interesting part of the whole affair to be meeting the duke's betrothed. His daemon thinks they should keep her. Aiden's not sure how that will work, given that he's already got a Wolf and doesn't know how Lambert and his daemon might feel about adding someone else to their little pack, but it's awfully tempting. And Cats aren't very good at resisting temptation.
Intent by tnico The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 18k, Non-Traditional A/B/O, 5+1 "You think I don't know what you're after?" Lambert accuses. "Well, I'd certainly hope you do, by this point in the evening," Aiden (so he says) agrees in a convincingly genial tone. It'd probably be enough to fool someone else on the matter of genuine interest.
SPIDERVERSE
gonna crack a rib (when i get home) by eneliii Spiderverse (gen), 40k, Cannon Divergence Miles Morales, recently landed in Earth 42, has had enough of everyone’s shit and he’s going to save his dad or so help him he’ll lose his mind. Miles Morales 42, just wants to know what the /hell/ is up with his doppelgänger.
MCU
The Hero's Journey; or: What Jasper Sitwell Did Last Summer by pagination MCU, Welcome to Night Vale (multi), 23k, Crossover The thing is, when an agent reaches clearance level five, it’s because they’re valuable, capable of something an exponentially diminishing few can offer in the ranks of SHIELD. Clint Barton, his personal issues notwithstanding, is unstoppable behind a scope. Jim Woo is an analyst and extractor par excellence. Melinda May has infiltrated half the presidential offices of Asia, and Phil Coulson has an instinct for the unusual that could be the basis of an entire TV show. Jasper’s less certain what he brings to the party.
If I Knew You Were Coming I'd've Baked a Cake by OddityBoddity MCU, Hawkeye (gen), 27k, Baking They’re the broken ones. That’s what Clint figures the rest think about him and Barnes. Clint with his eardrums trashed, Barnes with a regiment’s worth of trauma and a psychotic cybernetic arm, put in the same room and told to make nice while the others get to go on missions and do important things and save the world. Well they're not broken. So of course they got bored and tired of being sidelined and decided to entertain themselves. And of course they ended up wanted, running through the streets of Paris with bananas down their pants and gendarmes in pursuit. Of course they did.
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2023.12.15
Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Levels of Violence (I Wouldn't Expect) by @dobbyrockssocks [T, 1k]
►[...] “Is it really so bad to know you’re with the person meant for you?”
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►Draco read the article and let out a heavy sigh. He watched the three second reel of Potter walking through the mob of people, looking like a homeless wizard, with not a trace of emotion on his face. [...] Draco frowned. What was the matter with him? If you could rely on anyone to get his wand in a knot and embarrass himself in public, it was Potter. Right, enough was enough. This was humiliating. As Potter's former nemesis he could not let this stand.
3. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Noir by @rainstormradish [M, 3k]
►Harry overreacts to an unexpected Christmas gift.
4. Returning by @hsvh-hp [T, 4k]
►As soon as Harry and Draco woke up that morning, they knew the time had come to go.
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Fest/Exchange
★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost
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5. Swinging into Love by Anonymous [T, 6k]
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6. Welcome to the Future by Anonymous [G, 10k]
►Returning to Hogwarts, Harry isn’t surprised to find out that his roommate is Malfoy. Getting to know one another makes being back at Hogwarts bearable. Staying at school over Christmas brings surprises that neither imagined. ★ H/D Erised 2023 | @hd-erised
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur
woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.
thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome &lt;3
c!dream meets up with c!wilbur to tell him about a change to their plans | 2.3k words
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<Dream> be there in 5 
The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still. 
Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners? 
Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions. 
The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs. 
He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late. 
Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar. 
“Wilbur?” 
Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting. 
“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.” 
“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.” 
“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.
“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.
“You’re an important man. I should hope so.” 
Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.” 
“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.” 
Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask. 
He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face. 
“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.” 
“Schlatt?” 
“He knows about the TNT.” 
Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.” 
“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.” 
“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–
“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?” 
Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.” 
“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.” 
“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–” 
“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there���s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.” 
Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm. 
“Well, Dream? Is that all?” 
Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked. 
“There’s…one more thing.” 
Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.” 
Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.” 
What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?” 
“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.” 
“What?” 
“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.” 
“You had to join Manberg.” 
“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”
“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?” 
“Wilbur–”
“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.” 
“I am not–”
“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!” 
“Wilbur, can you just–”
“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?” 
“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!” 
Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides. 
“What.” 
“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.” 
“Gear, like what.” 
“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.” 
Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?” 
“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.” 
Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.” 
“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.” 
“Because, what. The treaty?” 
Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”
Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.” 
“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.” 
“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.” 
“I’m–”
“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.” 
Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke. 
“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.” 
“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.” 
Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.” 
Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -
“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.” 
Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal. 
He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present. 
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