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wystericwoes · 7 months

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“Pretty boy”

Inumaki Toge x reader

Fluff

Warnings: slight cursing

"You just don't understand Maki!"

You dramatically entered your room, putting your belongings on the floor and tossing yourself on the bed as she rested her weapon against the wall, crossing her arms and raising a suspicious brow at you.

You stared up at your dismal ceiling. Letting out a long sigh.

"He's just so pretty."

She observed you curiously as you thrashed around your bed.

"Maybe if you finally talked to him rather than hoping he'll magically become a mind reader-"

You tossed a pillow at her which she easily caught.

"I don't want him to become a mind reader, I just want him to like me and tell me!"

"But without him knowing you like him first? Yeah, because expecting him to make the first move is always the best thing to do.”

she adjusted her glasses and tossed the pillow back to you which you roughly caught and placed back.

You leaned against the wall and pulled your legs up to yourself, resting your chin on your knees.

"You don't get it, if I confess and he doesn't like me, I lose him."

"You're not going to 'lose him' from a confession. It takes more than that to scare him away sadly. We're all stuck together after all."

"Exactly!" You sat upright.

Maki rolled her eyes as you rambled.

"He'll get sick of me, having to see my face in class every day, every mission, all the time."

"You're so dramatic."

You pulled your phone, zooming in on a picture you snuck of him during training. He was looking off, his long eyelashes and smooth locks gracing his face like a goddamn angel.

"Its not fair!"

You set your phone aside so you could slam your face into your pillows and let out a muffled scream.

"Why can someone be so damn pretty? It shouldn’t be allowed!”

You huffed as you recalled his smooth skin and sharp features. Soft hair and gentle smiles.

You put your hands on your face and rolled over to your side facing the wall on your bed.

“You’re obsessed with him.. get a grip.”

Maki rolled her eyes placing a sassy hand on her hip with an annoyed expression.

“You wouldn’t get it. You’ve never had boy problems.”

Her jaw ticked.

“Id hardly call it boy problems if it’s just you sitting in bed thinking about him.”

You threw a pillow again, which she threw back again.

You caught the pillow and pulled it into yourself, hugging it tightly.

“You don’t gotta say it like that!”

You sat upright and whined.

“I just wanna hold his face and kiss it!”

You roughly imitated the motions of what you were saying and made a dramatic kissy face.

“And he kept smiling at me all day, with those big stupid pretty eyes! It’s like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah you don’t sound creepy at allll.”

She said sarcastically.

“It’s not creepy! It’s honest. It’s not like it’s my fault he’s got those stupid pretty lashes and that stupid silky hair and that stupid smooth skin!!”

“If you’re just gonna talk about Inumaki then I’m leaving.”

She turned around and began making paces out the door before you yelled at her to come back.

“Okay sorry!”

“Thank you.”

She made her way through your room and sat in your chair legs crossed facing the bed. You two sat in silence as she began pulling out her books and setting them on your desk to begin your nightly ritual of studying next to eachother. But she abruptly stopped her movements when you let out a long and hearty sigh, making her let a sigh of her own.

“Do you just want me to talk to him?”

“No! Thats 100 times worse.”

“Then get it over with yourself so he can at least reject you and you can move on already.”

“It’s different with him!”

“You’re absolutely delusional. We’re not in elementary school anymore, we communicate our issues like adults.”

You hated to admit that she was right. At this rate with your feelings, you would either drive yourself mad not knowing If he felt the same or if he didn’t. But Is it really better to be rejected than to never know at all? You silently weighed your options.

Maki opened a pencil case and pulled out a ballpoint pen, clicking the end as she started to write. The rhythmic sounds of it began to lull you into a daydream as you fantasized about him again.

Closing your eyes and succumbing to your own fantasies maki took it upon herself to take action. Because as much as she valued you as a friend, if she had to what about your fanatical little crush one more time- she’d lose it.

A few minutes had passed as you remained unmoving.

“Y/n?”

She whispered.

Asleep.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully grabbed your phone Off the bed typed in your passcode, opening up recent messages.

>Toge Inumaki 🩵

>Nobara Kugisaki

>Gojo-Sensei

She cringed to herself as she clicked on Inumakis name and the heart.

Y/n: Hey Inumaki, sorry to bother you. Are you free to hang out soon?

Maki set down the phone content with her text. Not expecting the phone to ding seconds later.

Inumaki: Hang out?

Y/n: Yeah, is that okay?”

Inumaki: ofc it’s okay lol I just don’t know you wanted to hang out with me

Y/n: well ofc! I really like being with you.

She watched as the three dots popped up, anticipating his response.

Inumaki: As long as you’re sure you wanna. Just us?

Maki cringed as her fingers hit the keypad and typed the response.

Y/n: Yeah. I wanna be alone with you :) If you’re okay with that.

Maki looked up from the screen to check that you were still asleep, confident you were since you were even drooling a little- she went back to work.

Inumaki: sounds good, what about the movies tonight?

Tonight?? Maki bit her nail as she looked back from the phone to you back to the phone.

Y/n: sounds great! Text me the deets and I’ll be there.

She got up and tapped your shoulder until you stirred awake.

“Hey! Wake up.”

You pushed her hand away as your eyes slowly rose. Maki shoved your phone in your face.

“I got you a date.”

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makethemhoesmad · 2 months

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i could be better

nika muhl x reader

18+

shoutout to @lucespeaks bc she shared the nika deets

good luck

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“where’s your boy-toy pretty thing?” i turn my head up from texting my now ex boyfriend and see an astonishingly familiar face. going to uconn, i would know nika muhl anywhere. “he left, didn’t like sitting here doing nothing and said he had better girls to fuck.” she rolls her eyes, slinking her arm around my waist and pulling me against her. “i don’t think i could think of a girl id rather fuck right now. wanna get out of here with me?” pressed up against her and feeling the way her body moves, there’s literally zero chance i would say no. “sure babe.”

you could ask me where nika lived and i would have no idea, because i do not remember a single detail about that car ride besides the exact designs of the tattoos on her hands. her fucking hands, which kept creeping along my inner thighs.

“come on, be a good girl for me and tell me what you want” i whimpered. as soon as nika has parked the car, she had me hustled into her apartment and against her wall. “pretty? it’s not gonna happen if you don’t tell me what you want to happen.” i huffed against her neck, gasping out “your mouth, please” she smirks, then shimmies my pants down my legs as she settles on her knees.

she grins up at me for a minute. “what?” i say, irritated. “i was going to tell you how pretty your pussy was, but i guess not, since you wanna have that attitude with me.” with no warning, she flattens her tongue against my core. my legs buckle as a wave of pleasure courses through me. she briefly pulls away to place three of her fingers in her mouth. i whine needily, but am cut off by both her tongue against me and her fingers slamming into me.

“so wet for me, i’m sure you were never this wet for that boyfriend of yours”

“ex boyfriend” i gasp out, trying not to fall to the ground.

she sucks on my clit, hard. that’s what it takes for me to tumble over the edge. she holds my hips still as i climax, then pushes me down to my knees as she stands up.

“go ahead and return the favor darling.”

i pull her shorts away, then tongue at her clit. she doesn’t make any noise, but i hear her breathe in sharply, which i take as a good sign. she grinds into my face, then climaxes on my tongue.

“you planning on staying here, or do i need to drive you home?” ha. like i could walk right now.

“as long as your okay, ill stay here”

she helps me up, holding my hips so i can make it to what i assume to be her room. the bed is made, but she easily slips under the covers and pulls me in. she tucks her face into my neck, pressing kisses there. i’m about to fall asleep, when nika pulls her face away and asks, “did your ex fuck you like that baby?” i turn away, embarrassed by what the answer would be. “cmon, you can tell me.” i take a breath. “he didn’t like eating me out. he told me he didn’t believe in orally pleasing women.” her eyes widen in shock as she pulls me impossibly closer to her. “if you were mine, i would eat your pussy any time i could, lovely” i feel my stomach flutter. i wrap my legs around her and cuddle in, sleeping warmer and more loved than i ever felt with him. maybe she could be better.

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗

featuring austin butler

phone sex (n): sexually explicit telephone conversation engaged in for the purposes of sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; ok wait does anyone remember when we had long discourse about phone sex w Austin on this page. well. here it is baes

warnings ; phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

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Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

“Hello?”

Your voice is sweet like honey, tone chipper and bubbly. He swears he can hear the blinding smile that adorns your face, the way your lips curve upwards at his caller ID glowing on your phone.

“Hi, baby.” The contrast in his timbre versus yours causes your eyes to squint. There’s an underlying darkness, rough at the edges and on the verge of a plea. “Doing anything important right now?”

His question makes you pause in your tracks, put your book down and remove your glasses from where you’re perched on the couch. It’s been a long week for him. With all the press surrounding his new films and pending nominations for Elvis, he’s been busier than he would’ve liked.

“Not really, just reading,” You cross your legs, hanging onto his every word. It might have been a long week for him, but you’ve been running on fumes with your vibrator in tow. Both of you were often oblivious to the way you made each other feel. “I miss you, Aus.“

“Miss you too, princess,” His drawl is smooth like butter, rolls off his tongue easily and you think of his plump, bubblegum pink lips that swell after kissing you for more than five minutes. That thought alone is enough to send you into a frenzy.

He clears his throat, “I-Can you, uh, do something for me?”

You sit up a little at the inquiry, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, honey.”

“Okay, well, I jus’ need you. That’s all. I miss you so damn much I feel like I’m going crazy in my hotel room. And those pictures from last week of you in that red bikini are not helping me, baby. Already came twice from those pictures in the last twenty minutes.”

Your jaw unhinges, eyes bulging out of your sockets as your boyfriend’s words register in your brain. The syllables fly around, slam into the walls of your skull. Austin isn’t normally like this. Sure, you two have had your fair share of sex escapades where the adrenaline outweighs everything, but when he’s like putty in your hands, it’s hard to deny him.

“I-I didn’t know those pictures did it for you,” You squeak out, blinking a few times.

“You kidding, baby? Hottest shit I ever saw. And that’s kinda why I called, well not really, but I don’t know, just wanted to see if you could send a few more.” His cautious tone makes your heart skip a few beats, always the nice boy his mother raised him to be. You hear rustling in the background, something like bedsheets, and you can only assume it’s Austin readjusting himself on his bed.

“Are you touching yourself?” You bite your lip, a sharp inhale of air entering your lungs.

“Yes.”

The whimper that develops at the back of your throat is unavoidable. Something deep and guttural that makes you feel uneasy and sends shivers down your spine. A mental image of Austin by himself in his room, chasing an orgasm sloppily while his hand is clenched around his cock, and the fiery red hue of his tip is enough to drench your panties with your own arousal.

You cozy yourself onto your couch, head rested up against the armrest, thighs spreading for him so easily like they always do. He continues on, a desperation in his words, “What are you wearing, baby?”

“One of your t-shirts,” You hum. “The one you like that barely covers my ass. And no bra. Wanted to be comfy.”

“Jesus Christ,” There’s a pause and you hear him groan, and you assume he’s reached down to jerk himself off at a faster pace. “Wish I could come up from behind you every time that shirt rises up, and press my cock in between your ass.”

“I’m even wearing that black lacy underwear you bought me for our anniversary,” You lower your voice to match his own seductive tone, playing with your hardened nipples through his t-shirt. “Can snap a few pictures to send to you.”

“Fucking hell,” He groans, “Need to see how good your pussy looks in that.”

Before you can even answer, your free hand is slipping into the waistband of your underwear, feeling the arousal that has pooled between your slit. You lift his shirt up to where your neck is, pulling the phone away from your ear to snap a picture of you with his favorite underwear, and your throbbing nipples.

You know he’s received the picture when you hear a slew of profanities exit his mouth, the sound of his hand jerking up and down his cock flooding through the telephone. “Baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, holy shit.”

You let out a giggle, your hand wandering back down to your clit, lazily toying with it. A sigh of relief falls from your lips at the pressure. “Need you inside of me so bad right now.”

“Wish I was there to take care of you,” He sighs. “Miss those filthy little moans of yours.”

That statement alone elicits a dirty sound from you, and he whines at the thought of his own cock causing you to make a noise like that. He hasn’t had you in the way he’s needing in so long — feels like it’s been forever since he last tasted you on his tongue, since your tits bounced in his face as you rode him into oblivion, since your tongue grazed over his tip and took him whole.

“Remember the day before y-you left and you a-ate me out in the shower? Fuck, I miss that,” You lose a bit of your composure, grinding against your hand that is furiously working against your clitoris.

He knows from your staggered words that you’re touching yourself too. “Rubbing that clit for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” You whine. “It’s not enough, Aus. I need you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’ll be home so soon. Gonna fuck you right on that couch,” He refers back to your picture and where you’re located.

There is a moment of silence between you two, your imagination running rampant as you think about the logistics of sex on your couch: you riding him, his hands firmly glued onto your hips, guiding you as he unintentionally bruises them with his grip.

You slow down a bit, trying to contain yourself, during which you can also hear his shaky breathing break through the line. You sigh, curling your wrist the way he usually did and jamming two fingers into your hole. All you can hear is your juices squelching from your impending orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close,” He breathes out exasperatedly. Your own movements are frazzled, the familiar fire rooting itself in your abdomen.

You want him there so bad, need him there to work you through your orgasm. “Wanna cum for you so bad,” You whimper, your fingers soaked in your fluids and your eyes squeezed tight, bracing for impact.

All you can think about, or see, is him. You don’t bother to lull yourself from the depths of your orgasm as it wracks over your entire body, your walls clenching around your fingers as his name flies from your lips like it’s the only thing he’s ever known. And with the way you say his name, he’s cumming too, white, hot liquid spurting from his burning tip and ruining the sheets.

There’s a pause as you two collect yourselves, sit there without a word or coherent thought to share.

He breaks the silence first, “Might have to go away more often if this is what I get out of it.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, no fucking way.”

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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I watched some rodeos today so that means I desperately need to write about 20 year old non pilot Jake being a cowboy and terrifying his New York dads. (Here’s prequel to this fic)

Chris, David, Wolfman and Lucas are all up on the fences watching. They all are used to this kind of thing. Oh the joys of growing up in Texas.

Tom, Ron, and Hollywood are in the stands. They all keep flinching when people get tossed. Tom’s nails are digging into Ron’s arm. He gasps every time someone lands wrong. He can’t believe they let their kid do this.

They’re in Vegas. All things considered a fun trip. They all took vacation time for this. Promised that if Jake used his fake ID they won’t call him on it. This is the final day of four for the rodeo.

Jake’s good. Too good. Ron can’t stand to watch him most days. Terrified that their kid is going to slam his head and not get back up.

Lucas promises him that he’ll be over the fence first before anyone else can be. Ron supposes an ER nurse is better then the paramedics they’ve got on ground.

Jake is hopping in place. He can feel the energy of the stadium, he watches them put the bull in the corral, Hell Maker is his name. Jake slides his helmet on and climbs the fence. He settles on the bull.

He hears the announcer.

“And now. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. He’s one of the best twenty year olds competing he’s got a real chance at winning this Frank.”

“You’re so right Shawn. His father rode in Texas circles, Chris Seresin is in the crowd tonight. We’ll remind y’all listeners that the Seresins have a long history in riding rodeo.”

Jake shakes off the nerves. He knows he’s best. He can make it twelve seconds. Has to.

As he’s flying through the air it’s in slow motion. He made it nineteen seconds. He beat the records in place. Jake is going to make his dads buy him so many drinks tonight.

He slams into the ground. He tucks and rolls. He leaps up and takes off for the siding. Makes it over right at the bull slams into the wall.

Suddenly Jake is being held in the air. He shrieks, David and Wolf have him on their shoulders. Chris and Lucas are standing grinning up at him. Chris opens his arms and Jake jumps down and into them.

“Baby you did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Jake sees his pa and tata make their way over to him. He’s surrounded by everyone suddenly. He’s so overwhelmed. He has to blurt it out now or he’s going to explode.

“I think this is going to be the last pro competition I do. Gonna go to med school.” They all stare at him for a second. “I’m not going to stop riding. Just no more getting thrown off intentionally.”

Ron is the first to react. “Chickie thank god.” He scoops Jake into a hug. Tom hugs him from the side. Chris plucks the hat off Jake’s head and kisses his hair.

He’s then passed to all of his uncles. Lucas looks like he might cry. He holds Jake’s face for a second. “You’ll be incredible.” Jake grins at him. “Wanna be a nurse like you. Help people.” Lucas lets the tears go down his face now. David loops his arm around his neck.

Jake is grabbed by Hollywood and Wolfman, Holly is grinning at him. He passes over two hundred bucks. “What the fuck?” Wolf blushes. “We made a bet on which career you’d follow. Decided you’d get the money no matter what happened.” Jake laughs. He grabs the two of them into a hug.

A photographer comes over and asks to take a photo of Jake with his dad. Chris smiles and agrees. Women still practically faint for him at points. Ron and Tom smile at the two of them. Jake is every bit his dads son.

Jake ends up getting a trophy. He’s proud of it but is even more proud of the money he wins at slots two nights later. All of them insist he cheated. He didn’t he’s just lucky.

In his thirty’s he talks Bradley into going to the rodeo, Bradley thinks it’s insane that Jake’s dads let him do this. Jake points out Mav and Goose had Bradley up in planes when he was definitely too young.

Bradley leans over while they watch the kids rodeo, “our kids are never doing this.” Jake stares at him. They’ve barely talking marriage. Fuck, Jake wants kids with Bradley. He flushes, “okay. They’re learning how to ride horses though.” Bradley nods. He presses a kiss to Jake’s head. “Anything you want sweetheart.”

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iriesdreamworld · 2 years

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michael myers - mike wheeler

warnings : smut, choking, knife kink, mask kink, threatening, daddy kink, oral (m receiving) sex,

you heard a bang as your front door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from your bed. you knew youd locked your door before getting into bed and the only person with a key was your parents but they werent due home until tomorrow morning.

slowly creeping around the corner of your bedroom door you peaked out to see nobody. the hallway was completely empty. so you grabbed the closest thing to you, a pink hair brush, and made your way into the living room. once again seeing nothing.

your hand fell to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things you thought before you turned and caught a glimpse of the white mask before youd felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.

you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even knowing who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let you go.

“baby its just me!” he lifted the michael myers mask to reveal the very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.

“mike! you scared me to death!” you told him, using your hair brush to hit the side of his arm.

“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.

as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small pink thong and a t hoodie youd stolen from him. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.

“you look hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.

“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life?”

“mikey.” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the masked character after watching the movie with mike, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.

his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what baby?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.

“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you princess?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”

“mikey please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.

“god youre such a whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”

your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rise and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine about how wet you were right now. your cheeks were reddening as he spoke to you.

“go on princess, beg.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.

“please mike-please dont kill me. you can do anything you want to me.” you pleaded and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.

“i know i can but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.

you sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”

he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.

“suck. now”.

you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.

he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him.

“fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking girl gag on my cock.”

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. mike was always pretty dominant but never normally this rough.

he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. “you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?” he asks and you practically whimper.

“please daddy.” you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.

he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.

“thank you daddy.” you smile up at him, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.

“stand.” he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. “so fucking gorgeous, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?” he asks and you nod.

“stupid little slut.” he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.

“what do you want baby? tell me what you want.” he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.

“i want you to fuck me please.” you almost moan just at the thought he nods.

“go on then princess, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy.” he questions and you dont even answer.

you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. “mikey oh my god.” he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.

you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. “youre so fucking gorgeous.” he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. “and so so cute.” his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.

“daddy im close.” you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

“already?” he asks with a laugh and you whine. his hand comes into contact ith your soft cheek and you cry out.

please please”

“hold it.” he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.

“fuck mikey harder please.” you whine, your lip catching between your teeth.

his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.

“go on princess show me how disgusting you are. cum all over my cock.” he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.

“fuck.” he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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hello! id like to send a light pink letter to iida, and if you do supernatural au's can you write headcanons of vampire! iida x human reader?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!! IM LIVING SO HARD FOR THIS YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND!

WARNINGS: mentions of neck biting, fluff, implied fem reader

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VAMPIRE IIDA HEADCANNONS WOULD INCLUDE…

• the both of you met by accident.

• you were a tourist visiting the well acclaimed Iida castle. The only vampire castle known in Japan.

• it was known for many people to see the vampires lurking around the castle at night, but those were myths that no one could crack with solid evidence.

• so you decided to venture off to the castle alone, past visiting hours.

You didn’t believe it at first when you entered the large castle. It was a dark night, the moonlit a white haze across the land as it was the only present light within the castle.

The floor creaks as each step you place on the floor echoes loudly through the old castle. Centering more into the castle, you find a room. Turning on your phone flashlight you squint close to the room's door.

The door reads “ALL GUESTS PERMITTED TO NOT ENTER,” in big bold red letters, you grew curious.

What could be behind this door?

A smirk plastered over your lips, “luckily I’m not a guest, I’m a visitor.” Hand reaching out towards the door handle, you jiggle the handle.

It’s unlocked.

Were they that stupid to think no one would come up here and not try to unlock the door? Pushing the door open, you were amazed at the sight before you.

Four coffins laid perfectly against the walls, two on each side. Looking closer you realized they all had names, these were the Iida family coffins!

Amazed you step cautiously towards them, pulling your phone out you snap a couple of photos. Satisfied with your journey, you decided to take it a step further.

You were finally going to film some proof, turning on the record button. You start to film each coffin.

Hand grazing each coffin softly, you couldn’t believe you were here.

You walked around some more until you stopped at one particular coffin. The coffin was dark blue, with gold trim around it and red rubies encrusted beautifully within the trim.

Looking up you read the coffin's name,

TENYA IIDA

You let out a shaky breath, biting your lip you touch the handle of the coffin. If you were going to record proof, it was gonna be some damn good proof.

Taking in a deep breath, you forcefully open the casket. Eyes scanning the casket with excitement, you automatically frown.

“Nothing!” You yelled aloud.

Nothing but cobwebs, and cracked wood. Huffing out a breath you close the casket back, stomping towards the door. Pissed that it’s possible this castle is just some marketing scheme.

Grabbing the handle, you jiggle the handle a little bit noticing that you couldn’t open the door.

Locked? Just great.

“Maybe they did think someone would come in here,” you say letting out a defeated chuckle.

“That they would me me.”

A deep voice spoke in your ear, eyes widening in shock. You turn around only to see a tall figure towering over you.

Skin white as the moonlight, eyes blood red, and hair as dark as the midnight sky.

A vampire!

You let out a shriek, body slamming into the door as you start to yell out pleas. This makes the vampire roll his eyes.

Crouching down to your cowering figure, he grabs your shoulders. Getting closer to your body, you whimper in fear.

The vampire grabs your face forcefully, turning your face to the opposite side of him. Leaving your neck exposed and out in the open.

You feel his cold breath against your neck, sharp teeth begin to graze at your skin, tears well down your face as you say your prayers.

You’ve lived a good life, you thought.

“Tch,”

Eyes shooting to his face, you see him with a smug smirk. “You thought I would bite you? I could never harm a pretty girl like you.”

• not gonna lie, after that you were putty in his hands.

• that same night he let you go, as you promised you would tell anyone of his existence. But it seemed that as much as you tried to fight it, you kept on finding your way back to his castle.

• From simple visits to spending multiple nights over. You were infatuated with the being that Iida was, as he was also infatuated with you.

• Deeply, infatuated.

You started to grow a bond with Iida, a romantic bond at most. You noticed the way he looked at you, so protective. As if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“You could stay here forever…with me.”

The both of you were out in the courtyard, white roses bloomed beautifully as the moonlight danced above them. You look into Iida’s deep amber eyes, a frown present on your lips.

“I could?” You say, Iida grabs ahold of your waist.

His cold hands placed softly on your waist, pulling you close to him. Leaning in he presses a soft kiss against your lips.

Pulling away, he tucks your hair behind your ear. “With a single bite, you’ll become like me, and you’ll be mine forever…if the gods are willing.”

Staring into his eyes, you let out a breath.

“You can bite me, let me become one with you.”

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pickledpascal · 7 months

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Killer Queen

Chapter Two: Walk This Way

Warnings: barely any plot, smut, oral, could be considered a bit non-con but id say its more consensual non-con, the start of some pavloving, slurs

Word Count: 2.9k

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Taking care of Soldier Boy, and housing him, was not what Amber signed up for when Butcher told her about this imaginary weapon. But Ben was powerful, very powerful. Enough to take away the powers of any Supe within distance of his blast. So Amber complied with Butcher's request. She was careful enough not to drive down any populated areas just in case the street cameras caught a glimpse of him.

"Man, you live in the middle of fucking nowhere." Ben murmured as he slammed the car door shut and took in the house in front of them.

It wasn't too far away from the city but far enough that Butcher trusted Ben, and Ryan, wouldn't be found. Ryan especially. The house looked plain on the outside, siding painted white with blue roofing, and had two stories. But there were a few surprises inside.

Amber bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to slam the guy against her car and show him who the boss was bubbled inside her. She refrained with gritted teeth. "Might be good for you, not fucking randos every chance you get." She led Ben inside, checking to see if Eden was home. If she was, Ryan wasn't too far behind. "Eden! Where ya at?"

"My room!" She heard her friend call back.

Amber had Ben stay in the living room as she went to go talk to her friend. Which left him with the only option to look around the house. He observed the living room. A flat screen TV donned a wall while framed posters hung on other walls. They looked like movie posters but Ben didn't know any of them.

After a few minutes, Ben got bored and ventured into other parts of the house. The kitchen was uninteresting. Partly because he didn't care about cooking. So he scaled the stairs and tried to look through a few rooms. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Most were locked until he came to one at the end of the hall.

"Oh, hello," Ben hummed as he entered. Lights were hung up at the edges of the ceiling, there were quite a few shelves hung up, more posters, a desk, and a large bed that sat in the middle of the room.

But what piqued his interest the most was the porn magazine that rested at the edge of the bed, it was open but faced down to keep its place at a certain page. Ben lifted it to take a look and blinked, heat on his face. He didn't think shit like that affected him anymore. Nonetheless, it did. On the page was a girl, with a strap-on, fucking a guy whose face was incredibly blissed out.

Ben nearly dropped the magazine when the door behind him slammed closed. "Whatcha got there?" Amber glared at him.

"Found it." The man tried to be as nonchalant as possible but it wasn't working, Amber could tell how he felt.

But Amber could care less about that. She snatched the magazine from his hands and threw it on her desk. "Look, I have a few rules I'm gonna need you to follow." Ben rolled his eyes but stayed silent. "A kid lives here and I don't need you being a dick or saying something you shouldn't." Amber took a breath. She was way too worked up and she knew it. Might be best she kicked Ben out of her room after this and did something with her frustration. "Don't be saying slurs and shit, at least not when he's around."

"God," Ben sighed, shaking his head. "Y'all are a bunch of pussies these days, huh?" In the last few days, he could tell the world was a lot more sensitive than back in his day.

Amber's jaw clenched. Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath. She tried to remind herself that she needed to calm down. "I can take your shit but I don't want this kid growing up to be like you." She stared him down. They were the same height and Ben was physically bigger than her but Amber knew she would be able to hold her own against him, nuclear powers or not.

That cut Ben a little deeper than expected. So he returned the fire like he always did. "So he could grow up to be like you? A tranny who probably didn't get enough pussy so he decided to get one for himself, huh?"

Amber let out a breath through her nose and decided fuck it. She grabbed Ben's jaw harshly, causing him to claw at her shoulder to try and get her off him. She didn't budge. Not an inch. Amber grabbed one of his arms and twisted it behind his back. Ben winced. He hadn't felt that kind of hurt in a while. "You think you're funny? Watch your fucking mouth." She whispered into his ear, "Or maybe," Amber glanced down. Ben had quite the hard-on. "Maybe you need a lesson."

"Fuck you." Ben growled, his nostrils flaring as his other hand grabbed at Amber's arm.

Amber twisted his arm a little more, making him take in a sharp breath. "Say it again. Tranny. I fucking dare you." Her breath was hot against Ben's ear and he couldn't help the strained noise that escaped his lips. Her brain lit up with a twisted desire. The man was all macho on the outside but he liked this. Not being in control, letting her take the reins.

"You didn't even cut off your cock, huh?" Ben could feel Amber's crotch against his back as he struggled. "I bet any guy in their right mind wouldn't like that," He accentuated the word. Partly because he wanted to see what would happen if he did. "Tranny."

That was it. Amber let go of his jaw and slammed Ben against the wall. His cheek was pushed up against it as he struggled to break free. "You like it." She pushed her knee between his legs. He swallowed, not wanting to admit it. "Be a good boy and do what I say and you might be able to form a coherent thought tomorrow."

"Fuck off." Ben spat. The only response he could come up with.

Amber clicked her tongue, "That's no way to talk to a girl." She kicked the back of his knee, causing him to lose balance so she pushed him onto her bed. "You were looking at my porn for a few seconds too long for you to be disgusted by it. You liked it. You want that don't you?" She bent over him, flush against his ass as she whispered into Ben's ear. "You're lucky I come with the attachment."

Ben glared at her from the side of his eyes. "I'm not a fucking bitch. You can't–" Amber took off her shirt and suddenly he was speechless. Her hands were removed but he stayed there. On the bed. By choice.

"Can't what?" Amber grabbed the back of Ben's head by his hair and pulled. He let out an involuntary whimper. "You like me being in charge. I think I could do whatever I wanted with you and you'd like it."

Ben swallowed thickly. Somehow, Amber figured him out in the matter of being with him for just a few hours. He had been at the top for years, in all senses of the word. And, well, Amber was one of the only women to ever retaliate against that. And had the strength to match. His body responded to that in ways his brain told him it shouldn't.

Amber retracted her hands and looked down at Ben with a dark glint in her eyes. "Tell me you don't want me and I won't. But if you do, you're going to be mine. And that means every single time you do something wrong, you're gonna face consequences."

Ben's eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of punishment. A part of him wanted to know what they could be. "Fine." He huffed, sitting up on the bed.

"Then get on your knees." Amber ordered as she unzipped her pants. Underneath was a pair of plain blue underwear. Ben complied without a second thought. He didn't know why. Just her voice—the way she sounded, he had to listen to her. "That's better." She ran a hand through Ben's dark hair before she gripped it tightly. "You said a few choice words earlier. Hurtful stuff. Which means you don't get what you want. Only good boy's do." Amber slipped her underwear off and shoved her cock in his mouth.

Ben let out a noise of surprise and tried to push off her but Amber's grip on his head was like a vice. No budging. Her dick was long enough that it made Ben gag but he couldn't move his head and so he was forced to adjust to the feeling of her in his mouth. It took a while. Tears started to form at the edges of his eyes and saliva dripped from his mouth. Ben couldn't remember the last time he cried. He couldn't remember if he cried at all. His brain felt fuzzy and he wasn't sure why. It scared him. And excited him all at the same time. Ben's hands naturally sat behind his back after a while. Amber hadn't even told him.

"That's a good boy." Amber used her free hand to brush a few strands of hair that fell into Ben's face. "If I let go, are you gonna be a really good boy and suck me off?" She loosened her grip on his hair. Just enough to let him nod.

Ben looked up at her and nodded. There was an eagerness in his eyes that wasn't there before. So Amber completely loosened her grip as he swallowed, causing a soft sigh to escape her lips. Ben had no practice in this area, at all, but there was that gnat in the back of his head that seemed to know what to do. With its guidance, he started to move his head. His gag reflex seemed to disappear since Amber's cock hit the back of his throat multiple times.

He loved it.

He didn't know why. In his right mind, Ben might've been disgusted with himself. Scratch that. He certainly would have been disgusted. But he wasn't.

Ben loved the noises Amber made. Small huffs of air or light pants escaped her lips. He also loved the power she had over him. The way she could have easily shoved him onto her bed and had her way with him didn't go unnoticed. Instead, Amber chose this. Similar. But different where it counted. Ben, begrudgingly, knew he would have liked that too.

"Almost there…" Amber breathed, twirling a finger around a few strands of Ben's hair. "You want a taste, right?"

Ben simply hummed in response, a little too focused on getting her off that he didn't fully register the question and what it meant. And then he felt something shoot down his throat. He pulled off Amber, coughing. Nothing came up since he already swallowed it but the surprise was enough.

Amber looked down at him, amused as she pulled her underwear back up. She tilted Ben's head back up at her with a finger under his chin. "Stand up, sweetheart." Ben pursed his lips as he slowly stood on wobbly legs. She guided him into her bed with a hand on his waist.

Like a switch, Ben drew in a deep breath. "I can't believe I fucking did that…" That headspace. He didn't know he was capable of going there. Especially with someone like Amber. And, strangely, he didn't mean her extra parts.

Amber let out a small laugh as she got redressed. "You know I own you now." She whispered. She could picture Aang's disappointed face.

Ben swallowed at her tone. He did. God, he did. "I'm not… easy." He sat up a little in the bed, bending his knee. Ben wet his lips as he looked up at her. She was standing at her full height and he felt… small.

"I don't expect you to be." Amber said honestly with an eyebrow cocked. She imagined it strained Ben to be even a little open with her about his feelings. "Unfortunately, you're a product of your time. It's the 21st century, though, so you don't get a fucking pass if you wanna act all pissy anymore."

Ben stared up at her, jaw clenching and unclenching. He looked away, a scoff escaping his lips before he could even think about it.

The bed shifted with the added weight of Amber. "You want something." She studied his face. As much as Soldier Boy wanted to hide his emotions, they showed on his face. They usually came out as anger but Amber was quick to see past that. "You want comfort." She hummed.

In her mind, Amber was screaming at herself to stop whatever was gonna happen next. She knew she was better than this. Better than all of it. She should've just kicked him out of her room and punched a wall or something. But another part of her wanted to see what Ben would do. Apparently he was pretty good at following orders when he wanted to.

"Eat shit." Ben huffed, crossing his arms. His defense was back up already.

Amber pursed her lips. Soldier Boy had been put through a lot. Perhaps she needed to be the bigger person and take his words with grace. Sometimes. She lifted a hand to his face and he flinched before he felt just how soft her touch was.

Amber studied Soldier Boy. His posture was rigid and, judging by his reaction to her touch, he hadn't had a good experience with supposedly comforting touch. Whether that was because of his previous life or the Russians she didn't know. But she could tell he wanted it. Badly. It was those 1940s gender norms that told him he couldn't accept it.

"Look at me." Amber said. Begrudgingly, Ben complied. "If this… thing is going to work, you're gonna need to tell me how you're feeling. No pushing shit down." She wasn't playing around and he knew it.

Ben let out a breath through his nose as he nodded. "I'm feeling…" He paused. "Like I want to kiss you."

That wasn't exactly what Amber meant but she wouldn't exactly complain. "Okay." She leaned forward to press their lips together. Ben's lips were rough against hers but he was on ice for forty years so that might've contributed to it.

Ben lifted a hand to cup Amber's cheek out of instinct, bringing her close with a hand on her shoulder. Amber's lips were gentle, soft and slotted against his perfectly. He didn't know he could feel like this. It scared him. Amber had him under some sort of spell that he didn't want to get out of. It felt like every single emotion he blocked for the past hundred years he'd been alive suddenly bubbled over. Ben didn't register the tears rolling down his cheeks until Amber had pulled away and wiped at his cheekbone with her thumb.

"I'm… yours, huh?" He swallowed, feeling a tightness in his throat for the first time.

Amber hummed. "Yeah. Mine." She whispered.

"I-I could," Ben paused, glancing away from Avery with a sniffle. It was taking all this willpower not to completely break down. "I could get used to that."

Out of pity, Amber wrapped her arms around Ben and hugged him. Just like that, he cried into her shoulder. His earlier anger had dissipated into pure sadness. The person he thought he loved sold him out and hated him. He didn't know what hurt worse. The fact that the Countess despised him or what the Russians did to him all those years. The Countess didn't even get paid to do it. She wanted to get rid of him. Forever. And for what? She died in the end.

"Shhh, it's alright." Amber cooed, rocking him slightly. "You're alright. You're safe here." The complete truth. It was why Butcher trusted her enough. The safest place on Earth for anyone to be was near Amber. And sometimes she forgot that.

Ben shook with sobs, clutching onto Avery like a lifeline. "Don't… don't leave me." Everyone did eventually. They either died or left him. No one ever stayed. He blamed himself for that. Ever since he took Compound V, his life had been a rollercoaster. Ups and downs. Mostly downs.

Abandonment issues were not on Amber's bingo card. PTSD, for sure. A narcissistic personality disorder, yeah. This? Absolutely not.

"I won't," Amber's mind cursed at herself. She was supposed to house Soldier Boy. Not this. She couldn't help it. She had a knack for thinking she could help people. Apparently, Soldier Boy was no different even if he was a major bitch when they first talked. "I won't." She repeated.

When Ben's tears stopped flowing, he pressed his face into her neck and sighed. She smelled nice. It lulled him to sleep. Though, his emotional outburst did take a lot of energy out of him too.

Amber rubbed his back and sighed, opting to lay in bed next to Ben. Hopefully, they'd talk a little more in the morning and he wouldn't revert back to his asshole ways. Though, Amber knew it would take a while for him to get her lessons through his thick head. This was a stepping stone. A small one across a lake of problems.

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p4rtygetsmewetterrrr · 10 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

black reader x ony

WARNING:Smut,Jealousy,Choking,Slight arguing,Mentions of violence,not proof-read,fingering

"I gave it all for a fantasy,Is anybody gon' remember me?If i go tonight,I doubt the world'll change I just pray they don't forget my name."you sung jumping around the room

"Why you listening to this nigga?"Your cousin Javi asked busting in your room with your other cousin janiya right behind him.

"cause i can"you say smartly rolling your eyes

"He toxic as fuck no wonder you cant keep a nigga."He laughs

"Aye he sexy so i don't blame you cousin shit id let him treat me however."Janiya smiles dabbing you up while javi just looks at you and her in disgust.

"We locked in"You cheese with your tongue out.

Your music pauses once again,you roll your eyes already knowing it was some boy you gave your number at the party yesterday.

"Who keep blowing your phone up like that?"Janiya asks you

"Some nigga i met at this party"You shrugged declining the call

"What happened to Ony."Janiya asked while Javi frowns at you

"You thuggin"he said laid laughing

"Whats and who's a ony,girl fuck him."You frowned causing her to frown.

"damn what he did?"She asked and you just sho your head.

You and ony weren't on speaking terms at the moment.2 days ago you caught him in your homeboys kitchen giggling with some girl who seemed to be flirting.He wasnt your boyfriend butit sure did feel like you and him had something going on.So you got your lickback at the party yesterday dancing on the boy you met.

"Ion wanna talk about him"You shrugged you didn't like telling your buisness to nobody especially not about your love life

"Well what happened with the boy from the party?"She asked

"He clingy,I just gave him my number last night and he already acting like my man.He get mad when i don't text him back fast and got mad when i didn't answer his calls"

"Girl you being dramatic."Janiya says shaking her head.Your phone started buzzing and you rolled your eyes.

Maybe:Onyy☺️💓

iMessage

Maybe:Onyy☺️💓

Bring yo ass outside

I'm straight,go home

Either yo come here or

im coming in thea .

It been what 3 days and now you wanna talk lmaooo ion. wanna talk fomf😘

Read at 9:45pm

You sighed locked your phone before leaning back on your bed.Javi and Janiya was just making videos in your vanity.You closed your eyes tuning in to the song playing,poison by brent.

"Ima need yall to get the fuck out."You heard causing your eyes to pop open and you sat up quickly.

"Who the fuck is you?"Javi asked looking at ony who just mugged him.

"Who you bitch?"Ony asked finna step up to Javi,you hopped out your bed standing in the middle of them

"Whatchu tryna do?"Javi said tryna push you out the way

"Move Javi."Janiya said grabbing him

"Whatchu mean move how that nigga get in here anyway."Javi said mugging ony who was smirking at Javi.You rolled your eyes and grabbed Ony's arm dragging him to the guest room.

"How the fuck you got in my house?"you asked pushing his chest.

"Apartment."He corrected and you swear you wanted to sock the shig out if him."Don't ask me no stupid questions."He said stale facing you

"How the fuck i'm asking dumb questions and you literally just broke into my house."You snapped

"That's exactly what the fuck i did,like i said dumb questions."He said looking at you like you was dumb

"Well leave the same way you came in the fuck."You said mugging him.He stared at you before making a clicking sound with his teeth.

"You a funny ass person you know that?"He asked you and you shrugged raising your eyebrow as he started pointing at you.

"And you must don't love yo life at all."He added putting his hand down stepping closer to you.Within two seconds you were slammed in the wall with ony's hand around your throat.

"Cause yo dumbass must've forgot who the fuck you talking to."He said mugging you

"Now fix yo attitude niggas came to have a civilized conversation with yo ass."He said letting you go.You couldn't lie to say his around your throat made you a little bothered.

"Now fuck is yo problem!"He asked staring into your soul

"3 days and now you wanna know what my problem is."You mug him hard.

"I was giving you your space for whatever reason you were mad for."He shrugged

"So youn know what the problem is?"You rolled your eyes at him.

"If i knew why the fuck would i be asking?"He smacked his teeth

"Because you know im feeling you and you were just leading me on."You admitted

He started chuckling a little bit shaking his head.

"Ion understand yall females,do i look like a mind reader y/n how the fuck ima know you feeling me if youn tell me."He said annoyed

"By my actions,how the hell you got me doing girlfriend shit and not know that im feeling you."You said frustrated ony was not using his context clues

"Y/n how many times you talk about you having hoes,if i was feeling somebody i damn sho wouldn't say anything bout no hoes."He said amused glaring at you

"Females entertain people shen they bored so hell you could've been bored and just entertaining me.If im one of yo hoes you damn sho gone be one of mines."Je shrugged

"You a real dummy cause i was just joking anytime i said something bout hoes,you were the only person i was talking to and i damn sho don't let nobody fuck me.You basically just saying i'm one of yo hoes."you said chuckling in disbelief.

How could he disrespect you like that when in reality he initiated yalls communication first.

"First off yo dumb ass was the only person i was talking to.You outta everybody should know ion fuck with people."He said mugging you

"Okay but you was entertaining a bitch though make it make sense."You frowned

"Ain't nobody stunting that bitch.Y/n if you want me just say that shit instead of tryna get me to read yo mind cause that shit aint gone work."He said walking closer to you making you feel all queazy.He walked closer backing you up into the wall.

"you want me y/n?"He asked you lowly licking his lips as your bodies touched.You didn't say anything as your breath got caught in your throat.

"I need a answer."He said impatiently

"yes."you say lowly

"Good,cause i wasn't taking no for a answer."As he crashed his lips into yours

Part 2?🌝

#w #onyankopon x black y/n #aot smut #cliffhanger #partynextdoor #black women #black reader #connie x black reader #sexy tease

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nyehilismwriting · 1 year

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cw for violence!

The warehouse is cold, the air stale and thick with the smell of concrete and dust as you pace between stacked crates. Your gun is a solid weight in your gloved hand, held low and loose by your side, your footsteps quiet on the hard-packed ground. You’re dressed in dark clothes, hood pulled up, and not for the first time - certainly, not for the last - you miss having IVI’s voice in your head, that second pair of eyes to watch your back.

It feels wrong to be in the field without Nash.

You don’t like to linger on it; tell yourself that they’re back at the safehouse by now, their own part in your little venture already complete. Bite your tongue along with the thought, don’t let yourself vocalise, even inside your own head, the cynical response that follows.

They’ll be fine.

They’ll be fine, and you have your own mission to think about.

Besides, it’s not like you’re entirely alone.

You step around a corner, settle into the shadows under the walkway for a moment. Going up would get you better visibility; it would also make you more vulnerable, more noticeable.

The faint sound of voices floats towards you, somewhere in the stacks. Biting back a curse, you slink forwards, pressing yourself against the wall to peer around the corner.

You’re just in time to see two soldiers vanish into the stacks, rifles slung casually over their shoulders.

Amateurs.

You take a step forwards, ambling after them, keeping one ear cocked for signs of anyone else as you trail your targets. They’re chatting - far too casual, and not in the way that makes you wary.

You trail them for a full three minutes without any sign that they’ve noticed, their conversation continuing long and loud. It’s when you find yourself siding with the blonde one’s girlfriend about their latest domestic that you decide it’s gone on long enough.

It’s almost too easy. You step up behind them, dispatch one with a rabbit punch to the back of the neck, put a bullet between the other’s eyes as he turns around with a gasp. Neat and clean (except for the blood), and you’re left with two cooling bodies at your feet. You pat them down, pocket their radios and the dog-tag IDs you find around their necks, and lazily roll the bodies into the shadows between a stack.

You’re making your way towards the exit when the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You can taste something bitter and metallic at the back of your throat, has you opening your mouth slightly to taste the air, hand going tight on your gun. Press yourself against the nearest crate, inching slowly towards the corner.

You step around it sharply, raising your gun in a single, fluid motion - and find it knocked from your hand with a blow hard enough to bruise, a cold hand closing over your throat as you’re slammed against the wall, pinned against the metal by a single, huge claw. You fumble for your knife, still running on adrenaline-fuelled instinct, the blade pressing tight against their soft underbelly before you catch yourself, freezing awkwardly.

Rhaxa, too, takes a moment to compose himself. Even in the cobweb-dark of the warehouse, xir eyes are bright. You clear your throat, feeling xir claws shift against your skin.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You grin as he laughs, low and clicking, exhaling slowly as he drops his hand from your throat. Extend the same courtesy, sheathing your blade. Rhaxa doesn’t move away, though you can feel their tail curl around your ankle, so you slouch back against the metal wall. “How’d you get on?”

“Sniper on the walkway,” he replies, low and easy. “Got their tags. Thought we could trace them from that.”

You smirk, digging in your pocket to tug out the tags you’d taken from your own targets, let them dangle from your fingers. “Got one up on you.”

Rhaxa clicks again. “Didn’t realise it was a competition.”

“Everything’s a competition.” You pause, tilt your head. “Or is that just a Nash thing?”

“Maybe.” Rhaxa’s voice is dry. “I’m sure I could find something for us to fight over if it would make you feel more at home.”

The grin is back, and you can’t quite suppress it. It’s wildly inappropriate - which, you suppose, is part of the appeal. You reach up, cup xir jaw in your hands and drag your thumbs over the smooth scales there.

“You’re cute when you’re being bitchy.”

“I’m not being bitchy.”

“Yes, you are.” You lean forwards, plant a kiss on the tip of their muzzle. “It’s adorable.”

Their tail tightens around your ankle.

“Pick up your gun,” they tell you curtly, amusement betrayed by the purr in their voice, the way they’re pushing their face into your hands. “There’s another squad in here somewhere. If you want a competition…”

They pull back, flex their wings. Bunch their muscles, and with a metallic clatter, scale the side of the stack.

Swearing, you scramble for your gun, take off at a sprint. In the distance, you can hear someone scream.

#sorry for the skipped day my brain. left.#she went away #snippets

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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Brother Knows Best (Rooster x Sister Reader)

"Hey! I absolutely loved your latest fic! Is there anyway I could request a reader who is Roosters adopted teenage sister she’s like 16 or 17 and he has custody over her.

Maybe she gets involved with a older guy who is around 19 or 20 and Rooster has a huge problem with it and starts a fight because he is so over protective and can see that he is bad news, and the reader sneaks out that night and runs away to the guy but ends up getting hurt and Rooster and maybe Maverick find her and she apologizes and it’s just a cute sibling moment.

I would love if you could write this but I also completely understand if you can’t!! Thanks in advance!!!"

FIRST OF ALL, YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS!

SECOND OFF ALL, I LIKED THE IDEA TOO MUCH TO NOT WRITE IT TONIGHT SO MERRY CRISIS/CHRYSLER/CHRISM TO YOU DEAR ANON! *MWAH!* I KNOW IT'S KIND OF SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

TW: Assault, swearing, and being drunk

*****

You were tuning out your older brother. He was in the middle of scolding you for something you didn’t care about. He was too uptight, being a military man. You on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You weren’t even related to Bradley by blood, which explained so much about the differences between you two.

Carole Bradshaw adopted you when you were six, and she died when you were ten. You loved her to death, but it made you upset to think about her when you ended up with him. Bradley was such a friggin’ control freak and it drove you up the wall. You looked over to find Bradley staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Sooooooo are we done?” you asked him, the boredom dripping from your tone. Bradley made a face that was something between frustration and just giving up.

“You’re not seeing Jared again. He is seven years older than you! You are seven-fucking-teen!” he ordered.

“You joined the fucking Navy when you were eighteen, I’m basically an adult, Bradley!” you shouted back. He looked around and threw his hands up in the air.

“I got a JOB, when I was eighteen, I didn’t date a MINOR!” he countered.

You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs, Bradley shouting after you. FUCK he was so annoying. You slammed your door for good measure, and turned to read the text message that had caused your phone to ding.

“Hey baby, we still on for tonight?”

You texted Jared back with zero hesitation, wanting nothing more than to piss your brother off again.

“Hell yeah. Do you have my fake ID for me?”

‘“Course babe. Can’t fuck shit up without one.”

You turned your phone off and grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Excellent.

*****

Bradley sat on the couch, flipping through the TV blankly. Maybe he was too hard on you. He knew you had been given the crappy cards, crappier than his. But he just wanted you to be safe, that’s all he needed to know. He sighed and turned the TV off, it was nearing eleven thirty at night and Bradley wanted to try and have a civil conversation with you so he could sleep alright tonight.

He trudged up the stairs and knocked on your door lightly. You didn’t answer. He looked at the bottom of your door. Lights are on. He turned the knob and the door creaked open quietly. The pilot stuck his head into your room to peer around. SHIT. He pushed the door open all the way and looked chaotically around your empty room. He opened your closet to make sure you weren’t hiding from him, and he looked around maybe six times until he realized he was just spinning in circles.

Ripping his phone out of his pocket, he called the only person who knew you better than Bradley did.

“Maverick, my sister snuck out, and I think she ran off with that dickhead boyfriend,” he explained quickly.

“Any idea where they might have gone?” he asked, putting his shoes on in the background.

“None, maybe a bar? She wouldn’t go to the Hard Deck, Penny knows her. God, Mav, I have no idea,” he said, his words rushed and nervous. Maverick was quiet on the line for a second, and Bradley waited for the older man to answer him.

“Let me make some calls.”

*****

You were on the beach, sitting in the bed of your boyfriends truck. There was a bonfire going while Jared and his friends drank all the liquor your group of “friends” had collected. You were drunk, but not as drunk as Jared.

Jared was going on a very loud tirade about how all military men were a bunch of cowards and bitches. It was starting to make you uncomfortable. You often got pissed off by your brother, but he was a hero for all the shit he’s done and gone through. Don’t even get started on Maverick. You would defend your uncle until the day you died. You were starting to want to leave.

You saw it before you heard it, what with traveling faster than the speed of sound. An F/A-18 flew in a low pass past the beach, and you smiled a little. Late night training. Jared, on the other hand, threw a bottle into the air, with the hope he could hit the aircraft that only a drunk man could have.

“FUCK! OFF!” he slurred, shouting. Alright, enough was enough. You got out of the bed of his truck, hopping down to talk to Jared.

“Jared, I’m ready to go now,” you stated. He gave you a sneer.

“I’m not going anywhere yet,” he said. You stared back at him.

“But I want to leave now,” you said, trying to reason with him. You didn’t like Jared when he was like this, drunk off his ass.

He turned to look at the rest of the group, who were glaring at you, then backhanded you across the face so hard you fell into the sand. His rings had cut your face in a few places and you stared at him in shock.

You stood back up shakily and he punched you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. You looked at your boyfriend with wild eyes, unsure why he was doing this. He slapped you once more and this time you didn't stick around. You were, literally, pounding sand. You ran into the dark night, unsure of where you were going to go.

You needed your brother.

*****

“They’re down by the beach, I had some late night trainees see if they could find his truck anywhere public they might be,” Maverick said, hanging up his cellphone.

Bradley’s phone began to buzz and he answered it before he could even read the caller ID.

“Hello?” he asked, frantic.

“Rooster, I just saw your sister come into the Hard Deck about five minutes ago. She was looking for you, man. She’s got some cuts and bruises on her face,” Bobs voice filled the other end of the line, full of concern, “I tried to make it over to her but she left and I couldn’t find her.”

“Bob! You’re the best!” Bradley hung up his phone and grabbed his keys. On the way out to his Bronco he told Maverick the information Bob had relayed to him.

The drive to the Hard Deck was about ten minutes, and Rooster gripped the wheel like his life depended on it. He was so concerned with finding you, it left the question of what Jared had done to you unanswered. Was Jared looking for you too? Were you in danger? Rooster was so caught up in his thoughts that Mavericks cry of surprise made him jump.

“There she is!” he shouted, pointing you out. Bradley pulled over and his headlights showed in your face. You squinted and prepared to bolt, scared that Jared found you and wanted to kill you or something.

Then you heard your brother and Maverick call your name, Bradley walking out from behind the bright lights.

“Bradley!” you sobbed, running into your brother's arms. You hugged him so tight he could take 9Gs of force and say awake.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again! Oh my god are you hurt?” He pulled you away to look at your face. Bob was right, you were super banged up. “What happened? Did he do this to you? I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

You hugged Bradley again, sobbing loudly, and he just cradled you, rubbing your back and telling you it was all gonna be okay.

“I’m so sorry Bradley,” you cried, pulling away, “I should have listened to you, the guy is a FREAK!” You hugged your brother again.

He didn’t care whether or not he was right or wrong, but he was right. He wasn’t going to ever vocalize it to you, but he just stood there, appreciating the fact that you were safe in his arms, his baby sister.

*****

“Bradley!” you shouted.

“Will you hold on just one second!? God you are so impatient!” he complained across the house.

You sat in front of the TV with the remote in your hands, as Bradley walked in with two bowls of ice cream. You laughed, then looked at him with the most intense deadpan stare that you could muster.

“Bradley, is the ice cream in your hands, fudge brownie?” you demanded.

“What else would it be?” he asked, concerned.

“Thank God,” you smiled. Bradley shook his head at your antics, handing you your sundae.

“You forgot my sprinkles, fucker.”

“Get them yourself.”

“If I ask for sprinkles, I expect sprinkles Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw!”

“Just press play.”

“Okay.”

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writercole · 2 years

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The Offer

Summary: It's been a year and a lot has changed.

Words: 1950

Warnings: Break up, reunion, sass

A/N: And this is where it all starts. Welcome to The Best Benefits.

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One Year Later

Y/N made it home after a long day on base, weariness echoing deep in her bones as she dragged herself out of the car. She walked in to find duffle bags waiting next to the door and her boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Billy, what’s all this?” she asked as she tossed her keys on the counter.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he told her flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Billy, I’ve had a really long day. I refuse to coddle you tonight,” she said wearily, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her stress.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, not at all. Besides, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Yeah, that’s part of the problem,” he sneered, “one minute you're an open book and the next you’re emotionally unavailable and I can’t deal with it.”

“Huh? You’re gonna have to spell it out for me ‘cause I’m not getting it,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed across her forehead.

“You don’t talk to me. You don’t trust me to just listen. But that Bagman guy -”

“Hangman,” she interrupted.

“Whatever. You’ll run to him at the drop of a hat.”

“He’s my best friend and happens to be in the same line of work that I am,” she explained for what felt like the thousandth time. “There’s nothing there. There never was.”

“Yeah, right,” he snorted, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“You know what, Billy?” she sighed, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose momentarily before she raised a fiery gaze back to his face, “get out. I’ve given you everything I have for the last year. The only thing I’ve gotten in return is a lot of bullshit and a half-ass orgasm. You haven’t even tried to sleep with me in months, which I’m actually kind of grateful for. Now I don’t have to adjust to not having good dick.”

“You fucking bitch,” Billy spat, stalking towards her and stopping just centimeters from her face. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Yeah, I doubt it,” she scoffed. “Now get out. And leave your key.”

He tossed his key on the counter and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him hard enough that the pictures rattled on the wall. She waited until she heard him peel out of the driveway before she allowed herself to breathe out a shaky breath, reaching for her phone as tears started falling down her cheeks. She dialed a contact straight from her home screen, sniffling as it rang.

“You’ve reached Hangman, god of the skies. Leave a -”

Sobs wracked her frame as she hung up the phone, devastated that she couldn’t talk to the one person who would be able to calm her, the one who wouldn’t say ‘I told you so’ even if she deserved it and, in actual fact, Jake had told her how it would end.

Her phone rang in her hand and she dried her tears as she looked at the ID. She cleared her throat and slid the button to answer. “This is Valkyrie.”

Jake was concerned when he saw a missed call but no voicemail from Valkyrie. Before he could worry further or hit the dial button, his phone was ringing. He saw the ID and slid his phone open.

“Hangman,” he answered.

“Lieutenant Seresin, Admiral Simpson,” the man on the other end identified, “you’re being recalled to Top Gun. Your plane departs in sixty minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” Jake responded respectfully, “I will see you when I land.”

Jake rushed to get packed and ready for his transport, completely forgetting about the missed call until he was midair on his way back to North Island.

Valkyrie settled her things into her dorm and decided to go visit her favorite place on North Island, The Hard Deck. As she walked in, she was surrounded by the sounds of classic rock from the jukebox and the noise of overlapping conversations from the plethora of patrons. She waved to the bartender, Penny, and looked around, smiling broadly when she saw a familiar face in Navy khakis.

“Hangman!” she called over the din of the bar.

Jake glanced over and smiled broadly as he threw his last dart, hitting the bullseye without looking. “Valkyrie, as I live and breathe.” he smirked, half happy and half flirting. “What are you doing here?” he asked as she walked over. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, spinning her in a hug as she clung to him.

“I thought you had a no hugs policy?” she chuckled.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember wearing me down. You’re still the only exception,” he replied, “but you also didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”

“Recalled to Top Gun, as I assume you were, too,” she told him as he set her down.

“Of course I was. I’m the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed kill. Of course they called back the best they have,” he smirked. “You need a drink. C’mon.” He slung his arm around her shoulders and guided her to the bar, ordering two more beers and insisting her drinks were on him for the night.

“How have you been, Jake?” she asked.

“I’ve been good. But what about you? I saw a missed call from you the other night and didn’t get a chance to call you back,” he inquired when Penny handed over the drinks.

“Oh, yeah, that,” she scoffed, swigging back a mouthful of beer. “Billy dumped me. Said I’m ‘emotionally unavailable’ whatever the hell that means.”

“It means he wants to go fuck someone else. Where is this dick? I’m gonna kick his ass for you,” Jake replied, practically growling.

“He wasn’t fucking me anyway. I can’t tell you the last time I actually had sex,” she grumbled as she made her way to a seat near the pool tables, Jake trailing behind her.

“Coyote, this is Valkyrie,” Jake introduced. Coyote’s bright smile beamed as he held out his hand for her to shake, but Jake held up a warning finger, “Behave! She’s a good friend.”

“More patches,” Coyote nodded as a group of three people in Navy khakis strode through the bar.

“Phoenix?” Valkyrie exclaimed when her eyes landed on the woman in front of the group.

“Valkyrie!” she responded enthusiastically.

The pair wrapped their arms around each other and talked in hushed voices for a moment before turning back to the other pilots.

Hangman made a sarcastic comment and Phoenix replied, prompting Coyote and her two friends to jump in.

“Phoenix, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Valkyrie wondered aloud, drawing attention away from the tensions between Hangman and the rest of the group.

“This is Fanboy and Payback,” she said as she pointed to each of the men in turn. “Boys, this is Valkyrie, one of the finest pilots I’ve ever had the pleasure of flying with.”

“Who’s the other one? Me?” Hangman smirked.

Phoenix shot a look over to her friend, one that said ‘not even in his dreams.’ Valkyrie chuckled quietly as she patted Hangman on the shoulder.

“I always told you I was better than you,” Valkyrie told him sweetly, batting her eyes at him. “Now be nice.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Lieutenant,” he scoffed.

“Actually, this,” she said, pointing at her collar, “says I can.”

“Lieutenant Commander. Nice,” Phoenix congratulated. “When did that happen?”

“Like two weeks ago. I must have forgotten to tell Hangman last time we talked.”

“You just wanted to be able to rub my face in it in person,” he rebutted. “But that’s awesome. I’m proud of you.”

There were murmurs of agreement all around, her new squad mates reminding her that she may have had rank but that didn’t mean she could boss them around. She excused herself to the bar when Hangman began to run his mouth, not wanting to be caught in the middle.

“Hey, Penny. Can I get another one, please?” she asked when it was her turn.

“Sure. Is it on Hangman’s tab?”

“Hell, if he’s offering to pay for them, yeah it is,” Valkyrie giggled. “I’m not turning down free drinks.”

“I don’t blame you. But watch out for him. He’s a player,” Penny warned as she handed over the bottle.

“Jake and I have known each other for decades. It’s not like that,” Valkyrie denied as she dropped a bill in the tip jar.

Penny blew her a kiss as she walked away, and she smiled. The sound of a bell rang through the bar and Valkyrie shook her head, stepping out onto the back porch as she saw Hangman, Payback, and Coyote heading over to toss a customer overboard. The jukebox went out about the same time and seconds later, the piano started. She tuned it all out and lost herself in her thoughts, focusing on the waves crashing into the shore.

Footsteps behind her broke her from her thoughts and seconds later, Jake was by her side. They stood in silence, watching the sunset over the ocean together, something they hadn’t done in years.

“What’s going on in your head?” Jake drawled as he turned to face her, leaning back against a pillar on the deck.

“I’m glad we’re in the same place again,” she smiled, taking a position opposite him. “I missed my buddy. Almost as much as I miss sex.”

“Oh, I feel special,” he laughed. “Second fiddle to sex.”

“Ah, but you’re here now. You aren’t second fiddle anymore,” she pointed out, “you’re not even on the list.”

“There’s a list?” he pressed as he sipped his beer, watching her face.

“Right now, that list consists of sex and my great-grandmother’s cooking,” she informed him with a smile.

“Well, you know, I could technically help with one of them.”

“Since when do you know how to cook?” she joked, taking a sip of her beer. “The one and only time you ever cooked for me, you set the oven on fire.”

Jake rolled his eyes before replying, “Forgot how funny you aren’t. You know what I’m talking about. I happen to fuck better than I can cook.”

“That is a low bar, Bagman,” she teased with a smirk.

“I also fuck better than I fly,” he winked, “and I’d be happy to show you.”

Valkyrie choked on her mouthful of beer, turning her head and spitting it out over the sand. “What?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been best friends pretty much since high school. Could just add the benefits to our friendship. It’s not like we’re going to fall in love with each other because we start sleeping together. If we were ever gonna be more than friends, it’d have happened by now,” he reasoned.

“Jake, no. No. I - what happens when one of us wants to quit and the other one doesn’t? Or if one of us does fall for the other one?”

“It’s just sex,” he shrugged, “it’s not like I’m trying to marry you. Look, it was just a thought. It might even be mutually beneficial if this mission training goes like I expect it to.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she lamented, shaking her head.

He shrugged, “Okay, I won’t mention it again.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna head back to base. See you tomorrow,” she said as she stepped towards the door.

“Is it you that has a no hug policy now?” he taunted.

She stepped back towards him with a smile and wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. “You’ve always had my back, Jake. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Always will, Val.”

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Cabin In The Woods:

Tag: @iloveslasher @myers-meadow

Will’s POV:

I was loosing my mind. Losing my god damn mind. This town was suffocating, and everyone’s constants questions were driving me mad. Jack always pulling me along on cases, calling me late hours of the night with a new theory. Hannibal, trying to get in my head. Always leaving out therapy sessions feeling worse than when I went in. I felt like I was going to a snap.

And when none other than Freddie Lounds showed up at my doorstep, looking for a story. I lost it. I slammed the door in her face, not even bothering with pleasantries. And ignored her calls through the door, tuning her out. I reached for my phone, dialling the only number that was worth while. It rang 3 times precisely before getting cut off by a small-

“Bonjour, this is Frances.”

I smiled a little, unfurrowing my brows. Between the dogs and the sound of their voice, my breathing was starting to become a little more stable. Seemingly when I didn’t respond, they checked their caller ID.

“William? What’s wrong?” They said, their tone shifting dramatically.

“I have a red head problem.” I groaned.

A small laugh left their lips. I could imagine it perfectly, the way their nose would scrunch up, and their eyes would sparkle. Their laugh was the one thing they never faked.

“Luckily for you my friend, I happen to be close by. Need me to take care of your little problem?”

Yes please, I thought. But what was Frances doing out near me, they lived halfway across town and it was past midnight. I raised a brow not that they could see.

“Hello, earth to dog boy. You still with me?”

I hated that Nickname. I rolled my eyes.

“If you insist.” I said.

“Brilliant, see you in five.” They hung up.

I slumped back down on the floor. True to their word I heard talking outside a few minuets later. I listened in by the open window.

“Hello Miss Lounds, lovely evening we’re having.” They said.

I had to hold back a laugh as I nearly saw Freddie jump. It was odd how silent Frances could be sometimes. It seemed today was a good day for them, they were without their cane. Or any other assistive devices.

“Ahh, Mx. L/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, trespassing isn’t very nice of you Miss Lounds. I do believe Mr. Graham didn’t give you permission to be snooping around his back porch, now did he?”

“I was never here.” Freddie said.

Backing off my property.

“You’ll do well to keep that way.”

After Freddie dispersed into the night, I relaxed a little. Frances was suddenly at the window, smiling as I nearly fell backwards off my couch.

“Move!” They said simply.

I obliged, moving over as they climbed through my window.

“You know front doors exist?” I asked.

They shrugged.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

They settled onto the couch, leaning so their head was hanging off and they’re feet were now against the wall. Some of the dog ran over eagerly to great them. Their giggles filled the room as they playfully attempted to fend off my dogs. It was a light and eerie sound. Echoing around my head and shoving all my darker thoughts to the corner of my mind.

“What were you even doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep!”

The slowly fell off the couch, laying flat on the floor as they accepted their fate, getting licked by the dogs. I shook my head, looking down at them.

“Tea?”

“Since when does Will Graham drink tea?”

“Since someone has a habit of stopping by to steal my dogs from me.”

They blushed wildly.

“It’s not my fault they like me better. Look at me, I’m just a loveable little guy!”

They tried to give me puppy dog eyes, but it didn’t fool me. I knew them in a way most people could never understand. The two of us got like two people of a puzzle. If you asked some people, they didn’t even believe in the idea of soulmates. Others thought that title was only for lovers. But friends, friends could be fated too. At least that’s what Hannibal explained to me.

I had explained to him my distress, over feeling things I’d never felt toward anyone before. People never piqued my interest, and rarely made me feel much anymore. But Frances was like a ball of sunshine. I knew the doctor wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t that hard to decipher who I was talking about. They were the only person I talked to beside Jack or Alana. Sometimes Miss Meadow.

“You went through a great ordeal together, it’s normal to form bonds under extreme stress when you have gone through a traumatising situation. But do be careful William, those relationships can become unhealthy and codependent.” He warned.

That possibility be damned. I wouldn’t risk the one thing that made me feel happy in all of this bullshit, just because the relationship might spur in the future. That was a risk I’d just have to take. I must have been lost in thought a while, because a hand touched mine.

“You good? You seem spacey tonight. How about I get us the drinks and you just stay on the couch yeah?” I nodded simply.

I never had anyone take care of me like they do. They were always so gentle. Afraid that they might hurt me. The small touch had managed to make us both uncomfortable. I could feel it, the slight tingle as their skin brushed against mine. They pulled away almost as soon as they caught my attention.

I watched them disappear into my kitchen. A heard a few clangs and debated if I should get up to help. Almost as if they knew what I was thinking they called out.

“Don’t you dare get up. I’m fine, I just tripped.”

I couldn’t help the breath of air that passed my nose. It sounded more like they dragged a cabinet down with them. But of course they would downplay it. A few minutes later they came back with a coffee and their tea. They sat next to me on the couch.

“So what was miss nosey even searching for?”

“I don’t know, she seems to think I know something about the Chesapeake Ripper that nobody else does.”

“And why would she think that?”

It was more of a rhetorical question, and I knew better than to answer.

“Sometimes I wish I could break her nose so she couldn’t go sniffing around in peoples business.”

The first real laugh they pulled out of me that night. It was so weird to see someone so small, so guiltless, express wants for mild violence so casually. I knew they meant it, it wasn’t a simple joke. But they knew better than to lash out physically.

“That’s I’d pay to see. Ex-Ballerina kicks paparazzis ass” I joked.

They put a hand over their chest in mock hurt.

“Just because my company dropped me, doesn’t mean I’m not a Ballerina anymore.”

“I know, I know. Besides it’s their loss. I bet you were the best dancer they had.”

They sighed contently, sipping their tea.

“I wish you could have seen me Will. Before all this. I was in my element when I was on stage. Nothing could stop me, and nobody could get in my way. I remember once, my understudy partner dropped me during a performance, I finished the entire thing only to find out the next making my ankle was in fact broken. I was so excited to show off to the talent scouts in the audience I didn’t even notice.”

I cringed a little. It was odd how uneffected they were by physical pain. I thought back to the day we met, how clam they where when he had literal pipes spiked through our body’s in a grotesque display. I still had nightmares of that night.

“Yeah, I wish I could have seen it too.” I settled for an honest response.

I wasn’t much for thé performing arts, but to see Frances in their prime would have been great.

“I’m glad I can still dance some days though. Before Hannibal cuts me off.”

“He’s just trying to keep you safe.”

They rolled their eyes.

“I know, I know. But sometimes I wish he’d just relax a little, you know. So what if my legs are shaking, I’m having fun. I can rest after. Speaking of rest, you look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

They raised a brow at me. They sprung up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around the two of us. They turned on a random Chanel for background noise, and took my coffee mug out of my hand.

“I can see your gears turning Graham. Relax your mind. You’re at your house, you’re safe, your dogs are all here, and you have the worlds bestest friend by your side. Stop thinking so much, let the last go for tonight. And no thinking about work off the clock!”

“Who’s being overprotective now?” I asked.

“Oh hush, this is different-“

They patted their lap, and I slowly laid my head down. They looked straight forward at the tv, and played with my hair. Their fingers on my scalp was highly relaxing. It felt almost as if I was high. I closed my eyes and tried to rest my mind. I could hear them hum absentmindedly as I began to fall asleep.

A few hours later I woke up outside. Shit I slept walked again.

Frances POV:

I woke up when Will stirred, at first I thought he’d woken up, but it was clear he was asleep when he didn’t respond to his name. Of course, I should have known better, but I was worried when he started walking toward the door. I reached for his shoulder out of panic, big mistake.

Will freaked out, thinking I was trying to hurt him. I didn’t have much time before I was slammed against the wall. His hands around my throat. I reached up my hand trying to move his, but even half asleep, he was still stronger than me.

“Will. It’s me. Frances, your friend.” I tried to choke out.

But his grip only got tighter. I panicked a little, my lungs burning, and my head spinning. I figured maybe if I stood still, he’d get bored and leave. I tried to slow my breathing a little. But it seemed it was useless as a few minutes later I woke up on the floor with a killer headache. The door was wide open and as I looked around, a few of the dogs were missing. Shit!

I didn’t even bother to grab shoes, running outside with a flashlight and going to search for them. They couldn’t have gotten too far. I wandered the woods aimlessly for about 20 mins, collecting my furry friends. Once they spotted me, they were quick to follow, thank god. I did not have the energy to carry them back to Wills place. I made sure the door was firmly locked behind me as I set out to search for my best friend.

“Will!” I called.

The dogs must have been out looking for him. I checked back over the areas I’d already been, but I couldn’t find him. I was beginning to get anxious when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Frances?” Will’s voice sounded small.

I spun on my heel, not even giving him enough time to process anything before I threw myself at him. I wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling back to check for any injuries. He seemed to be relatively fine aside from a bloody nose.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” I mumbled, before pulling him back in for a hug.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the house. The dogs where quick to greet him, he didn’t need to know that they made a run for it earlier. It would only stress him out further. I pulled him into the kitchen and sat him down on a stool. I wet a towel and came back over to help clean him up

“What happened?” He asked finally.

It seemed now in the kitchen light he could notice the bruises starting to form on my neck. He reached his hand out, to touch it, his arms shaking slightly.

“Did I- did I do this?” He asked.

I sighed.

“You didn’t mean to Will, it’s fine. We’re ok.” I assured him.

“I choked you.”

“I startled you.”

I started wiping underneath his nose with delicate , light stokes. Almost as if it would hurt him if I pressed to hard. He still seemed fairly dissociated and I tried to ground him by putting my other hand on his cheek and bringing his eyes to mine. The both of us hated eye contact, but at moments like this, it was imperative.

“I don’t want you feeling any guilt ok. I’m fine. Promise.” I said.

His eyes looked slightly glazed over, almost as if he were about to cry. He swallowed thickly.

“Will? Can you talk to me please?” I asked.

Still no answer. I sighed again, dropping the rag and placing it on the counter. When I turned back around, I was greeted by those piercing brown eyes. They just starred back at me, deep in thought.

“Will?” I asked again.

Suddenly he moved closer and his lips captured mine. I froze, stunned. Will pulled back suddenly when I didn’t reciprocate.

“Shit, Frances I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-“

I dropped my hand, pulling away and stumbling back slightly. My breath picked up again. I couldn’t think of anything to say, entirely caught off guard. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I simply asked. “Why would you? You can’t! What?” I stuttered out a bunch of half baked sentences.

Nobody had ever kissed me before. Not on the lips at least, not like that. Even my boyfriend hadn’t kissed me. My boyfriend! I thought to Hannibal, how he would react. Was this cheating? God, I was fucked! I kept thinking I should have anticipated his reaction, done something, pushed him away. But I just stood there.

“Frances I’m so sorry!” Will tried approaching me again. “I just felt like I couldn’t breathe, and mu head was so loud, and I just wanted it to stop. I really don’t know why I did that.” He tried to explain.

I stumbled back as he took a step forward, falling on my ass. I just pulled my knees into my chest. And began sobbing. I felt gross. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. Not like that. I could hear Will shuffling around, trying to give me space. Seemingly, he took out his phone.

“Alana I fucked up!” I heard, from the next room. He’d excused himself to the living room.

I tuned out the rest of the conversation. I don’t know how long I stayed like that on the kitchen floor, but I heard the front door open. I thought for a moment he was just gonna leave, leave me here like this. All alone. But then I heard several foot steps quickly advancing toward the kitchen.

“Frances?” Hannibal’s voice called.

God, he was the last person I wanted to be here right now. I wished I could just disappear, I pulled my knees in tighter.

“Shit. The fuck did you do will?” Meadows voice sounded exasperated.

I’m sure anyone would be annoyed, waking up at this hour and having to come half way across town. Will stayed at the entrance of the kitchen, not coming any closer. Meadow was by my side in a second.

“Hey, hey! Little bug, breath ok?” She asked.

I nodded, letting her pull me into a hug. She ran her hand through my hair and rocked me back and forth. Helping me stim to regulate my emotions. I opened my eyes to see Hannibal and Will talking. Hannibal’s body language looked tense, that wasn’t good. Meadow let her grip loosen when I pulled back.

I smiled a little, she looked pretty in her night dress. It was nice to see her.

“He’s going to be so mad at me.” I said.

“Who? Frances nobody is mad at you.” She tried to calm me.

“But- I- Hannibal is going to be so upset.”

She pulled me back in for another hug. Normally this much touch would over stimulate me, but it seemed my skin was screaming whenever she stopped.

“Darling, Hannibal could never be mad at you. You did nothing wrong. It’s just a little panic attack.”

“No.” I shook my head.

The voices in the living room got louder. Meadow’s attention was also drawn toward the two men.

“Hannibal I’m sorry!” Will said.

The next thing we heard was a fist connecting to bone. If Will’s nose wasn’t broken before, it certainly was now. Meadow’s eyes widened.

“Hannibal! What the hell?” She yelled.

I flinched at the sudden loudness, and she lowered her tone a little, giving me an apologetic look. Hannibal was quick to walk over to me, kneeling down, his hands instantly turning my head to search my neck. It seemed his interest alerted Meadow to them too.

Her face scrunched up in disgust, she looked back at Will than at me. Her eyes narrowing in his direction.

“It’s not what you think.” I started.

I gave her a silent pleading look to go check on him. He was still my best friend, and I don’t think he deserved to be lunched.

“Does it hurt?” Hannibal drew my attention to him.

“No.” He gave me a skeptical look.

“So they crying a because he-“

I nodded.

“Do you hate me?”

His face softened.

“I could never hâte you. But him, I’m furious at!”

Meadow brought Will back into the kitchen, using the rag from earlier to clean up his nose which was bleeding again.

“Did you have to punch him?” I asked.

“He kissed you without you consent.” Hannibal said simply.

Meadow finally understood exactly what was going on. And she looked like she was about to punch the man herself.

“He didn’t mean to” I defended. “It’s my fault, I didn’t realise what was happening and didn’t react quick enough.”

Hannibal sighed. He attempted to get me to get up off the floor, but I wasn’t ready to leave.

“Frances, this was entirely my fault.” Will spoke up.

“You stop talking!” Hannibal warned.

He was quick to shut his mouth.

“No, this is my fault.” Hannibal concluded. “I’m his therapist, I knew he was dangerous, and clearly I’m not doing a good enough job.”

I frowned, I didn’t like the distain in his voice. Sure, I was upset, but I wasn’t mad at Will. I could never be mad at Will. He was confused and disoriented, and I was sending out signals I hadn’t meant to send.

“Hannibal, it’s fine. It didn’t mean anything, right Will?” I asked.

Will just nodded.

“He was disoriented and scared.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to choke you. Or kiss my patenter.”

It seemed Hannibal was more upset at the second thing. I was growing frustrated with the situation. Just wanting to go home. Meadow stood at the edge of the kitchen island, arms crossed and glaring at Will.

“Can we just go home?” I asked softly.

“I’m taking you to the hospital first.” Hannibal decided.

I frowned further.

“No.”

“No?”

“I want to go home. They’re just bruises Hannibal. I can handle it. No hospitals!” I said firmly.

“They’ll only panic more, my love, if you make them go. You know this. Besides not much the hospital will do, unless we’re pressing charges.”

Will hung his head low, disappointed in himself. I crawled across the floor to where Will sat, getting up on my way. My legs seemed weaker than I expected.

“Hey, none of that.” I said softly.

“You should. I assaulted you.”

I cringed out how brutal that made it sound. It was really an honest mistake. Both things were. I shook my head no.

“Then I’ll tell Jack myself. My sleep walking is making me unsafe to be around.”

“Then Hannibal will help you.” I declared.

Hannibal didn’t seem pleased with the idea, still seething with anger.

“Right Han?” I asked, pleading with him.

“We can have a session tomorrow, I’ll clear my schedule.” He grumbled.

“Look, I’ll see you tomorrow ok. Try to get some rest.” I said.

The ride back to the house was awkward. I laid down in the back seat of the car and Hannibal and Meadow both seemed upset.

“You’re not mad at me right?” I asked, trying to reassure myself.

“I’m just confused how you can be so nice to him after that.”

“Because it was genuinely a mistake Hannibal. You’ve made plenty. Just stop alright! You’re mean when you’re jealous!” I said.

Meadow failed to hold back a chortle.

“I’m not jealous, I’m upset- there’s a difference.”

“Don’t pretend you punched him for my sake.” I fired back.

“Ok, maybe there’s a little jealousy. But he still hurt you, both physically and mentally.”

“And he’ll make it up to me. He’s my best friend Hannibal, I’m not gonna lose him over something this stupid. Just help him with his sleep walking problem.”

I don’t remember when I fell asleep during the rest of the ride home. But I felt myself pulled closed to Hannibal’s toned chest. I snuggled further into him as he carried me inside. Perhaps cuddles from the people I loved were exactly what the doctor ordered.

An: and I oop- though seriously, imagine having Will Graham as your first kiss 🥺 jealous

#self insect #friend fic #Hannibal #Hannibal nbc #Hannibal lecter #Hannibal lecter x reader #will Graham x reader #murder family #murder husbands

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fobredactedove · 1 month

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okayyyyyyyyy so i said id elaborate on the snuff film ask, then i forgot but here it is now

so fob drive to the location they're sent, it's this kind of dilapidated looking warehouse which they write off as weird but not unseen. maybe the company has to move around or something, right?

they're welcomed in by professional looking people, further lowering their guard. they're talking pre-interview stuff as they're led into a room, and are so pre-occupied with general chit-chat that they don't even notice the bed in the far corner of the room, the multiple sets of iron restraints, the tool rack next to one of the 'interviewers'...

Andy's the first to realise something is up, but before he can voice any concerns there's already someone on him, restraining and gagging him before dargging him towards the bed. the other three are gagged and tied up, soon to be made to watch Andy die

cameras start rolling as Andy is forcibly stripped, raped, and choked, by an employee wearing a black mask. everything is filmed very professionally, excellent lighting, camera quality, so you can see the terror in Andy's eyes in 4K resolution as his nose is plugged and he asphyxiates to death, trying and failing to suck in air through the gag. once he stops struggling, his corpse is raped again, this time with no resistance and far more slowly, really savouring every thrust into his lifeless hole

afterwards, Andy is dragged off camera and the director turns to the other three members- whose cheeks are streaked with tears because of having to watch their best friend die- ungags them, and asks them to volunteer themselves to go next. They're silent, looking at each other in horror, until Patrick whispers with a hoarse voice,

"I don't wanna watch them die. Take me first." Joe and Pete frantically protest, but the director just grins, gags Joe and Pete once again, then has Patrick pulled into frame and onto the bed

An actor proceeds to brutally rape patrick, who is not gagged, so his angelic screams of pain are captured by the camera. his hair is yanked, his head is slammed against the headboard till his teeth clack together audibly and he spits blood, and when he passes out from the pain they beat him till he wakes again. it's vicious, and drawn out- it's clear Andy was just a taster. Pete and Joe try to loook away, to close their eyes, but every time someone strikes them till they fix their eyes on Patrick's torture.

finally, the actor is handed a knife and carves a heart deep into Patrick's chest, causing him to bleed out, the light flickering and fading from his baby blue eyes as death claims him. But, interestingly, the actor doesn't move to rape his corpse- instead, Pete is dragged into frame, stripped, and a gun is pointed at his head.

He realises what they want him to do.

He pleads, he cries, just not this, not this, but he feels the cold metal of the barrel against the back of his head and knows he has no choice. He screws his eyes shut and silently prays for Patrick to forgive him, as he presses into his best friend's dead hole.

He does exactly as he is told, naively hoping that maybe they'll let him and Joe free, thrusting into Patrick's cadaver at the pace they set for him, the pleasure fighting his fear. He cums inside of Patrick, and just as his orgasm subsides, he gets his brains blown out anyway. Pete's brain matter splatters all over the bed and wall, and his body slumps forward, still buried in Patrick.

The frame lingers on them for a while, until the actor holding the gun pulls Pete down to waist level and fucks the bullet wound. The tip of their cock sticks out of the front of his skull as they brutalise him, and when they pull out their cock is coated in gore.

By the time Pete and Patrick are taken off to the side, the once pristine set is filthy and covered in blood, cum, and tears. Joe is thrown on to the bed, yet nothing is done to his shivering frame. The director walks in front of the camera, and announces that Joe's fate is up to the viewers of the film. He will not die... yet. their loyal viewers will send in suggestions for how the guitarist will be snuffed. After this, the cameras cut, and Joe is left chained up on the disgusting bed, with nothing to look at but the violated corpses of his bandmates.

So, dear reader, what would you suggest we do to Joe? his suffering is in your hands! hehe

-doll guts anon (holy shit this is a long one. sorry admin)

#ps #pw #jt #ah #ps + pw #gore tag #necro tag #asphyxiation tag #noncon tag #extra long redacted #doll guts anon

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cynicalone94 · 8 months

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Mistaken Identity

It had been late when Voight had sent them home. They would come back at the case with fresh eyes in the morning.

Jay hadn’t eaten since an interrupted lunch so he’d stopped at his favorite Thai place on the way.

As he’d been leaving, he’d heard a scream in the alley and gone to investigate. Coming around the corner, he’d broken into a sprint to tackle the man off the young woman.

The guy had been tall and bulky, broad shoulders and an extra thirty pounds giving him an advantage as they’d fought. As sirens had been heard in the distance, he’d thrown a punch that had clipped Jay above the eye, disorienting him enough for the man to scramble to his feet and run away.

Jay had drug himself upright, crawling over to the woman. She’s sobbing hysterically, covered in blood and her clothes ripped and torn.

“It’s okay.” He tells her. “He’s gone. You’re safe now.”

“T-thank-” she cuts off abruptly as her eyes slide closed and her head rolls to the side.

Just as he puts his hand on her next to check for a pulse, officers come around the corner.

He turns to a pair of guns pointed at his face.

“Perp ran off.” he reports. “She’s alive but unconscious. Needs an ambulance.”

“She’ll get it. Get away from her. Keep your hands where we can see them.”

They think he did this.

“I’m a cop.” he says, keeping his hands raised and shuffling away from the woman. “I heard screams and came to help.”

“Yeah, okay.” The woman on the left scoffs. “You’re a scumbag raping a woman in a dark alley. And I don’t see a badge.”

He glances down in surprise, seeing that his badge is in fact no longer clipped to his waistband.

It must have been knocked off in the fight.

And he’d still had his wallet in his hand as he’d been setting his food on the passenger seat. Had dropped it with the takeout container when he’d heard the screams.

“My name is Jay Halstead.” he says, looking back at the officer. “Badge number 56113. I’m carrying my duty weapon.”

Her eyes flash to his holster again and she snarls.

“Get on your stomach, arms out to your sides, palms up.”

He hesitates.

It’s not uncommon to cuff someone who’s role in an assault is ambiguous in order to keep everyone safe while things are sorted out. He’s been cuffed before when he’s intervened off duty.

But he’s cooperating, there’s no need to prone him out to do it.

He slides down to his stomach, pressing his arms out to his sides and rotating his wrists.

The officer holsters her weapon, leaving her partner to cover him as she moves around him.

He can’t help the gasp as her knee settles across his lower back, digging harshly into a spot still tender from a blow the perp had landed and he moves, bucking up against her. That earns him a taser pressed briefly into his stomach and he yelps, falling flat again.

His arms are roughly jerked behind him and the cuffs locked into place and then he’s being drug to his feet and slammed against the wall.

“I swear I’m a cop.” he says. “I didn’t hurt her, I was trying to help her. My badge was knocked off while I was fighting with the guy. It’s around here somewhere.”

“Shut the fuck up.” she snaps. “I’m not buying it, shitbag.”

She’s been abrupt with him, more than a little rough and he’d argue the drive stun wasn’t really necessary, but he takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm.

She hasn’t really hurt him. He can deal with this and he’ll consider filing an excessive use of force complaint in the morning.

But he can’t help but be pissed. One call to dispatch to run his name and badge number would have confirmed his story.

They even would have sent her his ID photo.

And he hasn’t resisted.

He doesn’t move again as she searches him, securing his gun and the pair of knives that he carries. As she takes his phone and keys.

Doesn’t waste his breath arguing a point that she clearly isn’t ready to hear.

Paramedics arrive, looking over the woman and getting her onto a stretcher.

“I think I cracked a rib.” he says. “Fighting the guy.”

“Fighting your imaginary friend?” the officer snaps, throwing a single harsh punch into his side.

He grunts.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you but I’ll be needing your name and badge number so I can file a complaint.” he snaps.

“Yeah, I’ll get you that later.” she says, slamming him against the wall again and then dragging him toward the opening of the alley.

His head bounces off the door frame as she shoves him into the back of the patrol car.

What a night.

They lock him in a holding cell and then leave him alone, ignoring his request to make a phone call.

And she doesn’t take the cuffs off either.

There’s no way she acts like this all the time. Even in a permissible district, with her partner covering for her, she wouldn’t have a job.

So what is it about him that inspires this?

It isn’t long before they come back and he stands up, approaching the door.

“I want my phone call.” he demands.

“Maybe later.” she retorts. “Get back.”

“No.” he says. “Get these things off me and let me make my phone call or I will make sure you never work in law enforcement again.”

“Nobody is going to care what a rapist has to say.” she says, shaking her head.

“I’m not a rapist.” he argues. “I got him off of her and then he ran for it. I can give you a description that might help you find the actual bastard.”

“Shut up.” she snarls, ripping out her weapon and pointing it at him. “Get to the back of the cell.”

He steps to the back, lifting his hands.

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

“The courts will let you off way too easily.” she says. “So it’s up to me to make sure that girl gets justice. Cover him, Lee.”

“Elle.” her partner says. “Are you sure about this?”

“Damn right I am.” she snaps. “Are you with me?”

The man nods and draws his weapon. Elle holsters hers and opens the cell.

Jay doesn’t move as she approaches him, using a second set of cuffs to connect his to the bar at the back of the cell.

Then she steps back and draws her baton.

“Don’t do this.” he says, pushing back against the wall. “I didn’t rape her.”

Don’t lose your job for nothing he thinks.

She doesn’t listen and the baton slams into his ribs, right over the spot that’s already sore from the fight earlier.

The next strike catches him in the stomach and he drops to his knees. The handcuffs pull his arms up at a unpleasant angle.

The next strike lands on his shoulder and he screams.

Surely someone heard that.

“He-”

Another blow to the stomach cuts off his cry for help and he doubles over just in time for the next blow to catch the back of his head.

He drops further and the pull on his shoulders sends an explosion of pain through him that drives him the rest of the way into the darkness.

He wakes up to the sounds of shouting.

“-a fucking cop!”

Is that Voight?

How did he find out he was here? How long as he been unconscious?

He forces his eyes open, looking around. His hands are still jerked up behind him.

“Srg?” he mumbles.

“Hang on kid.” Voight comes to kneel next to him. “Ambulance is on the way.”

“I didn’ hurr her.” he says.

“I know.” Voight assured him. “Your brother treated the girl you saved. She woke up asking for you. And then he talked to the officers that came in with her and realized what was going on. He called me.”

“Tried ta tell her.” he whispers.

“I know that.” Voight says. “We’ll deal with her, you just hang in there.”

“Hrts.” he whimpers.

“I’m gonna get these cuffs off you.” Voight tells him.

He grits his teeth, managing to bite back most of his whimpers as his wrists are freed and lowered to the ground.

The next couple of hours are a blur of pain and, eventually, pain medication.

Will is by his side soon after his arrival at Med and the only thing that he’s completely aware of throughout his examination is his brother’s presence at his side.

Voight is also there intermittently, his voice filtering through the haze.

He’s settled in a room upstairs by the time things settle enough for him to be fully lucid.

“Hey.” Will says, leaning over him to brush his hair back from his forehead. “You with me, bud?”

“I think so.” Jay says. “Thanks for calling Voight.”

“After that girl started asking about the guy who saved her I wanted to make sure he was okay so I talked to that officers that rode in with her. When I heard your name I… I knew something wasn’t right but I never expected… well this.”

His brother waves a hand over him and Jay sighs.

“What’s the damage?” he asks.

“Nothing life threatening.” Will tells him. “Broke a couple ribs, bruised to hell and a concussion. Some minor internal bleeding but nothing we’ve been able to treat with medication and it seems to be resolving. We’ll keep watching.”

“The girl okay?” Jay asks.

“I am.” a voice pipes up from the doorway. “Thanks to you.”

He looks over to see a woman sitting in a wheelchair. She’s dressed in scrubs and a robe and has a bandage on her forehead.

“He had his hands around my throat.” she continues. “I thought I was going to die. And then you tackled him.”

“I’m really glad you’re okay.” Jay tells her, reaching out.

She wheels forward and takes his hand.

“I can’t thank you enough.” she tells him.

She stays for another couple of minutes and he turns to his brother.

“Did they find the guy?”

“SVU has her description.” Will tells him. “But they’re still looking and I’m sure they’d love yours too.”

“And Elle?” he asks.

“The officer that gave you this makeover?” Will asks.

He nods.

“Voight is handling it.” Will tells him. “So she’s losing her job, probably facing assault charges. And they’ll look into her record to make sure this isn’t something she’s done before. If he has his way, there’ll be a deep dive into the whole precinct.”

He nods.

“Good.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.9 #mistaken identity #Chicago PD #fic #rape tw #Jay Halstead

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lustbile · 2 years

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WayV comeback when? 😭😩 I keep binge watching Ten and Xiaojun Famcams from like 3 years ago when they were having fanmeetings in China. I miss them so much *^* Simping so hard on Xiaojun because of that one fancam where he covered Ten's part in Take Off. Btw I am your new reader only been following you for like a month and I really like your writing 😩💙 who is your favorite member???

If you take blurb request, can you write about Alpha Xiaojun + rough sex (not super rough but rough enough, idk what I am saying) + Omega Reader who is in heat and triggers his rut..He ends up knoting inside and giving mate mark to the omega. + Fluffy aftercare (bc why not) as they can't seperate for an hour because of the knot they just cuddle the whole time and sweet kisses and all. They both are like already in relationship btw. I am sorry if my request is too detailed and weird ⚫👄⚫

I know!!! I miss wayv so bad man :/ but thank you for following and reading my stuff! Im assuming you mean specifically a wayv bias, but I don’t really feel like I have one right now and its probably because its been so long since they’ve had a comeback, but id say maybe yangyang?

and ive never written an abo thing and i haven’t really read any in a long time either, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: everything requested, mentions of blood

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You groan softly as Xiaojun’s hands run up your heated skin, his fingers drumming against your ribs as he presses down to hold you still. You twitch wildly beneath him, your thighs shifting in a desperate attempt to get some form of friction, and you feel a hungry need to snap at him when he smiles in amusement.

“Always so high strung,” he teases, his voice tense as he lets his wild eyes follow the bead of sweat that rolls down the center of your bare chest, “don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Fuck me,” you command, your harsh tone making him huff in laughter. You move your ankles to hook at the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer to you, but all you get in response is him reaching to roughly tug at your nipple.

You whimper loudly as he pulls at your skin, your back arching away from the bed. You grit your teeth painfully, and the ache in your core intensifies, but before you can let the rude thoughts that swim through your mind slip off your tongue, you feel his length bump gently against your clit.

You almost howl when he tilts his hips towards you, his length dragging through the slick that drips obscenely from your body, and when he catches just slightly against your entrance, you start babbling out desperate pleas of his name.

“I can’t,” you start, choking slightly as you move your hands to claw at his arm, “please fucking please, I need it so bad.”

You watch as his eyebrows thread together tightly, his resolve slipping as your hips jump to grind against him sloppily. He wants to keep holding back, the enjoyment he gets from seeing you like this is too much for him to explain, but the heat that grows in his own belly becomes almost unbearable.

You’re still mindlessly mumbling when he finally pushes into you, his hips stuttering and his hands roughly groping your skin as he fills you completely with one thrust. The cry you let out bounces off the walls and around him, and he groans in pain as your nails sink deeper into his skin.

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust to the way he’s seated inside you, his actions dwindling not only your patience, but his as well, and before you can catch your breath, he leans forward to push his face against the damp skin of your neck and slams his hips into your roughly.

You flutter around him wildly, your eyes rolling back as you try to anchor yourself back to reality. You feel your arousal drip and smear across your skin, and the sound of your skin meeting his blares in your ears and pulls a deep growling noise from your chest.

The sensitivity and heat that licks at your body makes you dizzy, the way his pelvis brushes against your clit with every thrust making and overwhelming pleasure overtake your senses. You feel him lapping at the skin below your jaw, and when his hands smooth down your sides until they wrap around the back of your knees, he pulls your legs further apart until you can feel his knot catching on your entrance with his every move.

“Need,” you whine in his ears, his teeth nipping at your skin blurring your thoughts and making a shiver roll up your spine, “need it, alpha.”

He hisses your name as you clench around him, his fingers pressing harshly into your skin as he shifts his hips slightly. He pushes more, grinding into you between thrusts, and when his swelling knot finally sinks into you, he swears loudly as if in anger.

Your orgasm builds too quickly for you to handle or to warn him, your breath coming out in ragged pants as you squirm under his weight. You feel your body sucking him in, trying to keep him deep inside you every time his knot slips out, and as you tilt your head down to sink your teeth into his shoulder, you loudly sob around his flesh.

Even with him flush against you, you want him closer. Your body begs for him to sink into you completely, and when he bites harshly at your throat, you get your wish.

Pleasure rushes over you violently as his sharp teeth break your skin, a pained howled flying from your lungs as tears stream down your face. You feel his hips still against you, his knot swelling inside you and locking you together as you feel him start to come along with you, and as your vision blurs, your thighs trying to fight to slam closed around his waist.

Your moans and whines become quiet whimpers as you shutter against him, his tongue dipping out to lick at the trickles of blood that slip from the shallow cuts he left behind. He lets go of your legs, letting you wrap them around him tightly, and as he slips his arms under your curved back, he pulls you against his chest while you orgasm continues to wrack through your body.

You sigh softly as he pulls you further up your bed, your head landing on your pillow as you curl around him and shake. The way he stays inside you, shifting as he moves you to lay on your sides, makes your hips tilt and writhe as your body battles the need for relief and more stimulation.

His voice sounds distant even as he whispers praises into your ear, your mind still fuzzy as he coaxes you to lean your forehead against his chest with his hand pressing at the base of your skull, and as your breathing settles into a more natural pattern, he presses kisses across your temple to your hairline.

You’re still curled against him after it feels like eons have passed, your hands grabbing at him as he presses his lips against yours. You feel heat start licking at your weak body again, your need becoming more intense as you settle deeper into his chest, but you try to stay relaxed as pets soothingly at your skin. You want him more, to feel every inch of him every second of the day, but as the marks on your throat sting and burn dully, you have to remind your still whirring mind that he’s all yours forever.

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