#I was waiting for the trappers to open lol

[arthursfuckinghat]

St. Denis - Lemoyne

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

SMILE FOR THE CAMERA BABY

A KINKTOBER SPECIAL - SEX TAPE WITH JONATHAN BREECH

Pairing.| Jonathan Breech x fem!reader

Summary.| You lose a bet with Jonathan. He has to record the experience to ensure it’ll happen again.

Warnings.| Dubcon, fingering, p in v, unknown recording, blackmail.

Word Count.| 1.4k

Notes.| Never edited this one hahahah so maybe i’ll do it down the track lol

Jonathan Breech had a non-wipeable smirk on his lips as he rode his bike down your street on this gloomy day. Typically, he wore that stupid gray trapper hat of his as he booted down the kickstand outside your front porch. He skipped up the porch stairs and dramatically knocked on your front door. After you made him wait, the door flung open revealing your fluffy robe as you looked him up and down with dissatisfaction. As you carelessly invited him into your home, Jonathan nodded his head in approval, his hands fisted into his pockets as he waltzed around the empty living room.

“Nice place” he commented quietly, earning a soft scoff from you.

“Don’t act like you care” you snorted, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Hey! You want to do this as much as I do” Jonathan chuckled.

Quickly, you stomped towards him, standing mere inches away from him as he smirked at your restricted rage.

“I don’t want this at all” you growled, jabbing your fingers onto his right pec.

“Oh, stop playing hard to get” Jonathan teased, his hands snaking to your waist.

“You cheated…” you mumbled, your tone softening as your eyes lowered. You watched his squeeze the robe over your hips.

“Don’t be a sore loser now… I want us both to enjoy this” he murmured, his hands pulled you closer to him, his lips teasing yours by just brushing them against one another.

It was hard not to give into your desires and kiss him completely. But your amour propre was still too high, especially for your provoking classmate who’s ego was taller than his height.

Jonathan had been trying to woo you for months. However, you were like the roadrunner, you could never stop dashing away from him. Until he made a bet that you couldn’t refuse. For your final test in your mathematics class together, the highest mark would win. He’d be forced to never speak a word to you again. If he won? Your body. Jonathan was borderline failing so it seemed too good to be true. He proved you wrong when your teacher distributed your results. A two percent difference, to Jonathan’s benefit.

It’s not that you found him unattractive or anything, you just didn’t like his attitude at times. Not to mention the boost you got at him almost groveling below you. It was nice to be wanted, even though it was just downright sexual desire.

“How do I know you won’t just tell everyone as soon as you’re done with me?” you mumbled out.

Jonathan chuckled lightly before kissing you softly. “I’m a man of my word” he whispered before kissing you far more passionately.

Gradually, your arms snaked around him and you squeezed his body. The stress of if anyone found out about this disappeared from your mind, your focus completely on the goosebumps he gave you. As your hands ran up and felt the fabric of his stupid hat, you yanked it off and threw it across the room.

“Bedroom” he stated with a huff as your lips started for a split second.

If you didn’t lead him to your bedroom fast enough, he was ready to fuck you in the hallway. As you tumbled into your bedroom like horny animals, Jonathan smiled at the state of your room. Rockstar posters still on the wall, desk in the corner and plant pots all around your room, your childhood teddy bear on your bed. The floor was free of any dirty clothes or rubbish and a honey scented candle was lit.

Jonathan slipped off his jacket and pushed you both onto the bed. After he planted sloppy kisses all over your face, he untied your robe and groaned at your matching baby pink lingerie set.

“Was this to make me feel special?” Jonathan chuckled.

“Shut up” you huffed, subconsciously you covered your arms over your bare body.

Jonathan tutted and moved your arms to your side before he pressed his body on top of yours. As he humped his erection against your hips, he moaned into your mouth. You eagerly pulled his shirt over his head.

“Strip naked” he ordered firmly.

Huffing out in protest, you gave in and stripped completely naked before him. His hungry eyes took in every inch of your glory.

“Face down, ass up” he continued on.

You obliged and pressed the side of your face against the mattress, you ass poking out to him. Jonathan approached you and rubbed his fingers over your dripping cunt.

“Oh fuck Johnny” you moaned as he slipped his finger inside of you.

“I said face down” he huffed as he watched your head begin to turn back.

You clenched around him at his demand. Submitting to him was more pleasing than you had anticipated. Jonathan slipped his fingers out and quickly undressed. However, silently he retrieved the camcorder from his jacket pocket and turned it on without a sound. A relieved exhale left your lips as you heard him rip open the wrapper and snap on his rubber.

The tip of his cock is pressed against your entrance and you murmur out. Slowly, he pushed his thick member inside of your squeezing walls.

“You like that baby?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow as he slowly buried his cock completely inside of you.

“Yeah Johnny, so good…” you lightly moaned, your eyes fluttered back as you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck baby, should have let me fuck you sooner” Jonathan chuckled as he slowly began to pump his size in and out of you, his fingertips rubbed near your clit.

You hummed out in response, hips rocking back as you quickly matched his rhythm. He held the camera right above you as he rocked his hips back and forward. Occasionally he would direct the device to the back of your head as you moaned out in pleasure. He made sure to give you plenty of compliments to keep you satisfied.

“Like my cock?” Jonathan grumbled

“Yeah Jon, I like it a lot” you admitted carelessly.

“Should we do this more often?” Jonathan chuckled darkly.

“Yeah” you gasped as he hit your g-spot.

Repetitively, his head brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your walls clenched heavily around him.

“Oh Jonathan!” You cried out, hands gripped like iron onto the bed sheets as he pounded into you.

Without even anticipating it, your high crashed over you. You screamed out in ecstasy, your hips rocking impulsively back onto his twitching cock. By how tightly his cock squeezed around you, he quickly came hard, his heavy load of cum swiftly begun to drip out of his condom.

“Fuck baby! So good, so fucking good” Jonathan praised as he slipped his length out of your soaking entrance.

He was the first guy to ever get you to finish. But you weren’t going to give him the glory by telling him that. You panted heavily, gasping for air, eyes closed shut.

“Smile for the camera baby” Jonathan grinned widely.

Your head shot back and you shrieked as you flipped yourself around and covered your body.

“Jon-Jonathan! What the fuck!” you yelped.

“What!” He mocked your tone and pitch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! Turn it off!” You demanded, a mixture of panic and fury in your voice.

“No, no… Need to be sure we’ll be doing this again” Jonathan laughed heavily, a stern tone in his gleeful voice.

“Jonathan please!” You begged, your body trembled and eyes swelled.

Jonathan sighed and switched the camera shut. He pouted at you as he reached for his boxers and slipped them on without breaking eye contact with you. Gradually, he crawled onto the bed, the camcorder now placed on the floor.

“Come on, we were having so much fun, weren’t we?” Jonathan whispered, taking your body in his arms. He planted his lips onto your neck.

“Yeah…” you sniffled. Jonathan moaned in agreement, your eyes remained fixed on the camcorder as he worshiped your body.

“It’s not like I want to show anyone anyways…” He reassured, his hands trailing over your curves. “I don't want other guys ogling you” he continued, the possessiveness and jealousy dripping out of his words. After a short moment of silence, Jonathan looked into your eyes. “So, same time tomorrow?” He smirked at you.

“Fuck off” you muttered and shoved his hands off you.

Jonathan laughed lightly and slid off the bed. Quickly, he slid on his clothes, making sure to wave the camcorder at you before he slid it into his pocket. “See you then, in the meantime I’ll be watching our film” he smirked before picking up your robe and throwing it in your direction.

There was no farewell from you, he quickly left, not forgetting his hat before taking off on his bike.

[deadbydangit]

Dead by Daylight: Adventures in Texting

I wrote this a while back because I thought it was funny. I hope someone enjoys it.

[The Entity] has started a group: Killers

The Entity: I’ve given you all a phone. We can all keep in contact with each other.

Nightmare: The Hell is this shit?!?

Legion (Frank): looks like a chat room old man

[Legion (Frank)] has changed their name to [Frankie]

Nightmare: Hold up.

[Nightmare] has changed their name to [Freddy]

Freddy: Better.

Trapper: No, we aren’t doing this again.

Nurse: Bloody Hell, again?

Ghostface: Again?

Wraith: We’ve done this before, a long time ago.

Legion (Susie): why did it stop???

[Legion (Susie)] has changed their name to [Sus]

[Ghostface] has changed their name to [BIGDENERGY]

[Trapper]: That answer your question?

Legion (Julie): oh FUCK yeah, this looks fun

[Legion (Julie)] has changed their name to [Jules]

Legion (Joey): wait so, if Danny wasn’t there when the first group chat started, who made it stop them?

[Legion (Joey)] changed their name to [Joey]

Wraith: Herman.

Nurse: He kept trying to experiment on us by sending private messages from other’s phones. He wanted to see us all fight.

Doctor: It worked, didn’t it?

[Doctor] changed their name to [Herman]

Pig: And you wonder why no one likes you

[Pig] has changed their name to [Amanda]

Herman: That’s not what you said last night.

BDENERGY: WHAT?!?!

Amanda: He’s lying.

Freddy: Is Herman a troll?

Frankie: you’re a troll lol

Cannibal: don’t want this…

Trapper: If we’re stuck doing this.

[Trapper] has changed their name to [Evan]

[Nurse] has changed their name to [Sally]

[Wraith] has changed their name to [Philip]

BIGDENERGY: I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS! HA, POSERS!

Spirit: I already have a bad feeling about this.

[Spirit] has changed their name to [Rin]

Oni: Rin, what is this contraption?

Plague: Why is it beeping incessantly?

Deathslinger: And how can I make the damned thing stop?

Blight: This device is known as a phone. This instrument allows for communication of voice via electromagnetic radio waves from one end point, being a single beings phone, to another, the other individuals phone. Radio waves are used because they cause significantly less damaging to the body than gamma or X-rays.

[Trickster] has changed their name to [Ji-Woon]

Ji-Woon: Wow! Way to ruin phones freak.

Shape:…

Clown: Is he going to say anything?

Artist: It’s Michael. Probably not.

Pyramid Head: I cannn comuunnicate noww.

Sally: His hands are too big for the buttons. And he probably can’t see what he’s writing.

[Shape] has changed their name to [Michael]

Michael:…

Pyramid Head: Butt Iii can taallllk noow

Twins: Frère and I will be sharing this device. If anyone needs anything from Victor, you have to contact this.

Deathslinger: Is no one gonna tell me how ta’ turn this off?

Hag: You can’t Entity made it so you can’t. I already tried throwing it in the bog.

[Hag] has changed their name to [Lisa]

Lisa: Maybe it will work this time?

Philip: I want to say yes, but I know that isn’t the case.

Rin: Oh, I was messaged by the Entity. Sadako’s phone keeps shorting out, so we’re sharing.

Evan: That makes sense.

Nemesis: mmmyy hands aarree tooo biiigg toooo.

[Hillbilly] has changed their name to [Max]

Max: its back the fun thing is back

Huntress: what happens if the face of this thing gets cracked? i threw it at Dwight.

Sus: OMG you broke it already?!?

Max: why anna why break phone

Oni: What does this OMG mean?

Jules: oh my god

Plague: Do not take the name of the Gods in vain!

Joey: no, that’s what OMG means

Frankie: ugghh old people

[Cenobite] has changed their name to [Pinhead]

Pinhead: I opened the box and found this phone inside. Why and how can I rid myself of it?

Huntress: have i broken this thing?

Pinhead: No Anna, it will still function. You’ll just have a difficult time seeing it.

Joey: Wait, how do you know about phones?

Pinhead: I’m a God, I know all.

Dredge: Speaking of God. Hello everyone. 😉

BIGDENERGY: Did it just use an emoji?

Artist: It knows human language?

Clown: It has hands?

Dredge: No silly. I can type using my powers 😊

Sally: I guess Demogorgon can’t have a phone either. Seems he ate it.

Twins: Did the Entity think it wouldn’t?

The Entity: I do not think it would eat the phone, no.

Max: aww puppy sick?

BIGDENERGY: That isn’t a dog.

Pinhead: In your world maybe.

Sus: WTF do dogs look like in your world!!!

Oni: What does this WTF mean?

Evan: Oh my God.

Oni: Isn’t that OMG?

[hawkeyeslaughter]

Someone mentioned in a post I saw that BJ’s love language is probably Acts of Service. It mentions the way that he’ll show how much he cares about Hawkeye by doing things for him, including the last episode in which he writes “GOODBYE” in giant letters with rocks instead of just saying it 🤦🏻😂

So I’m curious: what do you think the other characters’ love languages are? :)

WAIT THATS SO CUTE 😭😭 i love that so much . and thank you for the ask !!!!

— i think hawkeye’s is definitely physical touch . it’s pretty obvious when you watch him the more he likes someone the more touchy he is with them … leaning into trapper when he laughs , arm consistently around radar whenever he talks to him , hugging and leaning into bj , letting the others sleep on him , holding margaret when she’s upset , a hand on henry’s shoulder … i could go on and on . “ oh but he’s always touchy with everyone “ because he loves everyone ??? next question

— i think trapper is less of an acts of service guy ( i think a lot of the stuff he does is just because it’s funny ) and more of a quality time guy . i mean of course it goes without saying that he’s always hanging around hawkeye because he loves hawkeye , but i think we see it reflected a ton too with this patients ; there’s several instances where we see him hanging around their bedsides in hopes they’ll get better . and there’s several instance where we see him just hanging out with henry or hawkeye or even frank doing nothing . but doing it just because he loves them and wants to be around them and i really think that’s sweet lol

— it’s so a hard to tell with frank because obviously we don’t see him do any loving acts a ton , but if i had to assign one to him i’d say gift giving . frank is so stingy that even getting him to give something to someone of any value ( whether it be a necklace or a signature on a form ) is monumental . and when he does i feel like it must be because he loves them . deep down . just a hair

— henry is words of affirmation without a doubt in my mind . like we see him struggle with using his words to express how he feels ( like in ‘ henry , please come home ‘ where he stutters before telling hawkeye and trapper that they’re swell , and giving radar a pat on the head ) , but he really shows how much words mean to him in episodes like ‘ ceasefire ‘ and ‘ abyssinia , henry ‘ . i also think in episodes like ‘ sometimes you hear the bullet ‘ or ‘ the trial of henry blake ‘ or ‘ sticky wicket ‘ when he offers encouraging words or is straightforward about how he feels , he means them . and he’s saying them to express that he cares , and i think that’s big for him . so yeah , words of affirmation for henry .

— margaret is quality time , even from the early seasons when she took so much consideration on setting up her little dates with frank . she just likes spending time with people , with the patients , with her nurses , with potter , with the swamp rats . she finds time , even with how busy she gets with being head nurse , to take little moments with people she cares about . i think its more subtle , but i think it’s very important to her character to notice .

— radar is acts of service . i mean , yeah , a lot of the stuff he does is because he has to do it , but a lot of the stuff he does he doesn’t have to do , either . my always goes to ‘ showtime ‘ when he found the mother with the baby and went to henry with her when he missed the birth of his own kid . i love thag radar is always helping out in his own little ways when even hawkeye may be unaware . he’s just always going out of his way to help , and i love him for that . i love him for that .

— charles is words of affirmation to me too . i think opening up and being honest is a big big thing for charles , and i think since he didn’t really have anyone growing up to offer him those words it adds to the fact that he uses them as something he didn’t really ever have . its a big deal for him ,, it makes the scenes with his stuttering patient and the piano player more special . because he means it . because its coming from his heart .

— i’d like to think klinger is gift giving , as he’s doing manicures or sometimes giving things to the nurses or giving his little bits of fashion advice . i think its not always the physical things he’s giving away , but also little pieces of his heart through his kind acts .

— father mulcahy is acts of service , not only because he ( more or less ) has to because of his profession , but because he genuinely likes going out of his way to help people , i think . he worries that his profession doesn’t help people in the way the doctors do , because it’s not as obviously outwardly making a difference , and i think he struggles with that because his way of loving and helping isn’t ‘ enough ‘ sometimes . but i genuinely think it’s less about him being a priest and more because he has this innate love for humanity and he wants to help them .

— finally , i think potter is quality time and my strongest argument for thjs is the time he takes painting portraits of the 4077th members or his participation in the parties , despite the fact he doesn’t seem as though he’d be a party fella . i think both of those are just excuses because he can’t bring himself to admit he just likes spending time with his little found family

[tinypandacakes]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

💥What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

SOAP DYING!! 😭 But tbh I don’t stick terribly close to canon for anything I write. I try to be true to the characters in my own way

🔮Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer's block?

Ahh a duplicate — basically read lots and go walk outside helps me! Do something creative that is not staring at my google doc waiting for the words to come. Talk it out with a fandom friend

💌Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I love any sort of power imbalance, porn with plot is my bread and butter. I love instant obsession/infatuation/love (whether it’s sort of wholesome like in delta tango foxtrot or darker like in trapper, keeper)

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I’ve been sitting on this half-finished SoapGhost boot kink fic for like 1.5 yrs lol I should finish it…

NSFW, unedited, boot kink, implied D/s

“May have shown off a bit today,” Soap admitted, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Mm,” Ghost hummed, finally releasing his grip on Soap’s hair. “And why would you do something like that, Johnny?”

Soap shrugged, eyes lowering once more. Something tightened within Ghost’s chest at the sight of the man kneeling between his spread thighs, dark lashes fanning over Soap’s flushed cheekbones, a delicate detail against his rugged, scarred features. Ghost caught the direction of Soap’s stare, once more fixated on the boots he had put on just for the occasion. It was a new pair, clean and unscuffed, the material still stiff and needing to be properly broken in, the scent of fresh leather strong enough to cut through the cigarette smoke.

Soap’s infuriatingly tight pants revealed the depth of his own desire, his cock obviously hard beneath the canvas. Ghost clicked his tongue in disappointment and nudged his boot upward toward Soap’s groin. The side of his shoe brushed against Soap’s clothed shaft, bringing forth a tight whine from him. Soap closed his eyes as he rocked his hips forward, seeking friction against the leather.

Ghost pulled his foot back, denying Soap what he craved. “I asked you a question, sergeant.”

“Wanted your attention,” Soap said, voice husky.

“There we go,” Ghost murmured. He smoothed back Soap’s hair and lifted his boot back into place. “Good boy.”

Soap let out a tight little whine and began to roll his hips against the boot at his groin, his cock straining against his trousers to get a taste of friction. It was difficult for Ghost to pretend that this did nothing for him, that his own cock wasn’t rock hard against his thigh.

“You should see yourself right now,” Ghost growled, his voice dark. “So fuckin’ desperate. What if the others saw you like this, humping my boot like a dog in heat? What would they think?”

Soap whimpered, an incoherent sound that shot straight through Ghost’s core. It was the kind of noise reserved only for him, needy and soft, vulnerable — and he needed to hear more.

“Maybe next time you decide to show off, I should just fuck you right in front of the others so they know who you belong to.” Ghost watched the furrow in Johnny’s brow deepen. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Soap’s eyes had been closed as he jerked his hips against the smooth black leather, leaning into Ghost’s leg for leverage. But at that, his eyelids fluttered back open, peering up at his superior, wide eyes shining with dampness. The rest of the degrading words Ghost had ready disintegrated at the sight of the man before him, Soap’s expression so open, trusting, wanting.

Ghost’s cock twitched against its canvas prison, far too small now, too hot. He unbuckled his belt and carefully pulled himself free of the garment, his cock springing out to stand out proudly from his lap. Precum already dripped from the swollen tip, shaft twitching as Ghost watched Soap's pretty pink tongue rolled across his lower lip to wet it, eager, always so eager.

“Christ, you’re needy,” Ghost rasped, the accusation fitting himself just as well. “Now, open up for me, Johnny.”

[majorbaby]

ok forgive me for asking so many lol: day 4 - stuck in a wall, hawkeye gangbang wip, hawkeye oral fixation fic, day 8 - sex pollen, hawkeye and margaret commiserate over lost loves, a six day age, commitment to the bit to lovers, The one where Trapper/BJ crack. feel free to pick and choose from these but fair warning i may be back with even more later.

no, thank you!! i appreciate your enthusiasm for my WIPs always <3

stuck in a wall - does what it says on the tin! i love repurposing mainstream porn nonsense for niche porn nonsense. set during The Trial of Henry Blake because they're already naked (Mclean, explain), Hawkeye tries to escape through a hole between "two beams in the tent" and Trapper can't resist fucking him in the ass when he gets stuck. i am far too proud of this dumb idea. excerpt beneath cut.

hawkeye gangbang wip - has taken over my whole brain while i'm meant to be editing chapter 2 hawk/trap/marg. oh well. excerpt beneath cut.

hawkeye oral fixation fic, excerpt here

day 8 sex pollen (**CW dubcon**), excerpt here

hawkeye and margaret commiserate over lost loves - i think you sent this one in last time, i'm going to see if I can include a different excerpt below - it remains abandoned because my reads on everyone have changed drastically since i first started writing it.

a six day age, excerpt here

commitment to the bit to lovers - this is such a golden concept for traphawk - fake dating as part of a larger game of chicken with margaret. i'm 13 pages deep and i want to finish it but writing comedy is so hard :( excerpt beneath cut

the one where Trapper/BJ crack - hasn't progressed since last time someone asked about it, excerpt here

stuck in a wall

“Wait,” said Hawkeye. Trapper stilled. Though his dick throbbed with want and he felt half crazy with the desire to rail Hawkeye there in the dirt, it was still ultimately Hawkeye’s call. “Use a thumb,” Hawkeye instructed. “‘S’easier to pull me open.”

God, thought Trapper as he did what he was told. He’d never met anyone who liked it up the ass the way Hawkeye did, who craved it, even now when he’d already come and the chances were slim he could get it up again in the limited amount of time they had to spare. 

With his thumb, Trapper stretched Hawkeye’s hole, swirling Hawkeye’s own cum inside of him, and around the rim while Hawkeye twitched and whimpered at the sensation. 

“Shut up,” Trapper growled, and he dug the nails of his other hand into one of Hawkeye’s cheeks. He thrust his thumb all the way inside of Hawkeye and wiggled it none-too-gently. Hawkeye bucked against him, still wanting more. 

A weak, needy final instruction came from the other side of the canvas. “Do it. Please.”

On another day, Trapper might’ve asked for more reassurance. But there was no time, and though they hadn’t discussed it perfectly, Trapper had known from the first time Hawkeye had eyed Trapper’s cock while salivating, that the potential for pain was as enticing to him as the potential for pleasure. 

He ripped his thumb from Hawkeye’s ass, enjoying another bar of whimpers as he pulled his underwear down just far enough to free his cock. There was some precum around the tip, so he grasped himself and rubbed it inside Hawkeye’s now expanded hole, just by the surface of him. Hawkeye gave the cutest of bucks, beckoning Trapper deeper. With his other hand, he gripped Hawkeye at the waist and pushed all the way in. 

He could tell from the sound Hawkeye made that he had his own fist or arm in his mouth, silencing himself. 

“Y’feel good Hawk. Tight.” Trapper moaned to himself, unsure if Hawkeye could even hear him at that volume. He wasted no time, thrusting into Hawkeye, who he imagined could’ve been anyone. At the moment there was no face and no identifying features to anyone who didn’t know Hawkeye’s body as well as Trapper did. No mop of black hair, no face making lewd or wanton expressions, and on top of that he was muting himself so as to not cause a scene. 

But on the other side of the tent wall, Hawkeye’s face was exposed, whatever face he was making as Trapper fucked him. And maybe his body was being jostled in a tell-tale manner, especially at the speed with which Trapper was ramming his cock inside. If someone walked by, they might know he was being fucked. They’d played at that before, Trapper whispering indecent suggestions into Hawkeye’s ear as he bent him over or backwards or whatever which way they were in the mood for. Look at you… in front of all these people? Don’t you have any shame? You don’t gotta be so loud, baby, everyone can see you, they know you’re enjoying it.

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hawkeye gangbang wip

It started just as Hawkeye was innocently brushing his teeth. Trapper had snuck up behind him, ground his morning wood into Hawkeye’s ass and swiftly brushed off the suggestion that they go back to bed.

“Can’t I have you right here?” Trapper had asked, and Hawkeye, as per usual, had been powerless to refuse him.

Why have we never thought to do it in front of the mirror before? was Hawkeye’s last coherent thought before Trapper had, with minimal warning, gone from thrusting at a languid pace to pounding his ass at full speed.

“You look so good like this, honey,” Trapper murmured into Hawkeye’s neck. He had an arm wrapped around Hawkeye’s middle so that he could keep his hips from knocking into the countertop as he thrust into him from behind. They caught each others gaze in the mirror, Hawkeye unbearably turned on by how it felt to be watched by Trapper, who now had his other hand wrapped around Hawkeye’s cock and was stroking him in time with his thrusts.

“You like this? Like being watched?” Trapper grinned against his ear as Hawkeye nodded, whimpering. “Yeah, you love being the center of attention. You’d love for a room full of guys to see you just like this, wouldn’t ya?”

“Trap, Trap, I’m–”

“Go on, lemme see you come for me,” Trapper whispered in his ear, and Hawkeye cried out as he spattered the countertop. Trapper followed soonafter, biting into Hawkeye’s neck as he filled him.

They did eventually make it back to bed, after Trapper had poured his limp and sated boyfriend into the shower for a quick rinse.

“You said that to me once before,” said Hawkeye, clean, dry and lying in Trapper’s arms.

“What?” Trapper asked as he stroked Hawkeye’s shoulder lazily.

“You said you wouldn’t mind watching me uh, service, a man I mean. One that wasn’t you. More than one even.” Trapper had been half-ways asleep but he sensed a certain note of interest in Hawkeye’s voice. That note had been the beginning of the end for many a regular army man who’d gone up against Hawkeye’s razor-sharp wit and motor-driven brain. It had been what had carried Trapper through the war, and what had carried Hawkeye the rest of the way once Trapper had gone.

“How many guys we talking about?” Trapper asked, sluggish mind only clear because Hawkeye had just drained his balls a half hour ago.

Hawkeye twisted around. He rested his chin on Trapper’s sternum and looked up at him. “Two wouldn’t be that much different from the time you and me and Ollie… you remember?”

“As if I could forget,” Trapper sighed happily. “We should call him.”

“I don’t know that he’d go for this.”

“What’s this then?”

"You. Me. Others. Work with me here, Trap."

Trapper thought for a long moment. “Three guys, me included,” he said finally, holding up three fingers. “Then I could watch you get it in both holes.”

“Wait, you’re not one of the two?”

“I come from a big family, Hawk. I know how to share.”

-------- hawkeye and margaret commiserate over lost loves

She waited for him to swallow a bite of his sandwich before saying to him, “It’s different than how it was with Trapper, isn’t it?”

Good thing she’d waited, because he looked like he would’ve choked otherwise. 

He stared at her and wondered how much she knew. 

The laughter, the longing, the stolen glances (Hawkeye’s), the slips of the tongue (Trap’s) - did Margaret know about that? 

Did she know about the sloppy, drunk kiss that had only happened the one time, how he swore it was just the one time? She didn’t. Couldn’t have. 

She couldn’t have known about the way Hawkeye had cried until he was empty three days after Henry’s plane had crashed, when the dam had broken and all of Hawkeye’s pieces had come rushing out. She couldn’t know how it was only Trapper who’d kept him anchored to the shore - Trapper’s arms wrapped tight around him while he sobbed, lest he drifted out into some dark ocean, like Henry… 

No, Margaret couldn’t have known all that. But she definitely knew something and, Hawkeye thought, it would be nice to finally confirm what had existed between himself and Trapper. Maybe it would feel less like a faraway dream if he did. 

“You knew about that?”

“Of course I did,” Margaret’s voice dropped low and bitter and it switched off the reel of memories of Trapper crackling through his mind, “I knew about everything.”

Hawkeye seemed to get a little smaller at that. His shoulders drooped further than she thought was possible - it seemed he did have some shame after all. 

“You don’t think I would do anything about it do you?” 

“Margaret, Major Margaret. You’re so orderly. It’s not the kind of thing that you-”

“You can’t just say ‘Major Margaret’, it’s Major Margaret Houlihan, or Major Houlihan. Or Major.”

“Thanks for proving my point. You’re a stickler for army rules, and in the army it’s more acceptable to kill your fellow man than to… ” love your fellow man, he trailed off and sunk further. Any lower and he would be resting his upper half on the table, she thought. 

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commitment to the bit to lovers

When Trapper is gently shaken awake, it’s still dark outside, and Trapper’s looking at Hawkeye’s front rather than his back – up close and a little too personal. Trapper would’ve never known that Hawkeye’d been upset at all the night before, what the big, goofy grin on his face. And he’s so close that Trap can count the teeth in his grin. 

“I know I’ve been gone a long time Louise but you know… you’ve changed,” he remarks.  

“I knew you’d understand.” Hawkeye’s grin grows larger and that much more maniacal. “You get me.”

“Not sure I do, Hawk.”

“I could be your second-wife.”

“One’s more than enough, thanks.” Trapper grunts as he sits up, and he sees that Hawkeye has moved their nightstand out of the way and pushed their cots side-by-side. Trapper glances nervously at Frank, but he seems to be sleeping soundly, so Trapper says in a loud whisper: “Start from the beginning.”

“They think I’m a military man do they–”

“They do not. I’m surprised you keep walking right in their trap, what with how hard they’re pulling your leg.”

“They wouldn’t let up. Not for an hour in the mess tent.”

“They would if you’d stop being so obvious ‘bout it botherin’ you.”

“That’s not enough, Trap.”

Trapper looks unconvinced.

“When has that ever been enough?” Hawkeye smirks. “We need to bother them right back.”

“We.” Trapper rolls his eyes, even though by default he’s always on board with whatever loony idea Hawkeye’s come up with. Riling up the Majors was as good a morale boost as anything else, and Hawkeye’s delighted grin is a nice bonus. “What did ya have in mind?” 

“They’re not gonna let this up until we force them to. Hot Lips has got it in her head that she can get under my skin like this.”

“And she’d be right about that.” Trapper nods. “How do we force them?”

“By performing an act of such degeneracy, in their eyes, that they’re forced to give up any and all facade of–”

“Respect for you.”

“Exactly!”

“That’s not gonna be easy. You’ve strolled through the mess tent naked. You climbed up the pole holding up said mess tent screeching like a baboon. You’ve cozied up so close to Frank... Frank! Even my eyebrows were raised–”

“Oh Trap. You’re so close.”

“Close to what? What new heights of degeneracy haven’t you achieved?”

“We. We haven’t achieved.”

“I’m not walking naked through the mess tent until I get my orders.”

“Save the best for last.” Hawkeye winks, momentarily distracted. 

“You understand.” 

“You haven’t asked why I’m in your cot yet.”

“I assume it has something to do with your plan.”

“It does.”

“Let’s hear it then.”

Hawkeye looks down, at what, Trapper isn’t sure, but he sees Hawkeye’s eyelashes twitch against his lower lashline. “What if we…”

“Hawk, it’s 3 in the morning, out with it or you’re sleeping on the couch.”

Something about the way that comment rolls so easily off Trapper’s tongue puts Hawkeye back on track again. “You’re the best friend I've got over here. We do everything together, right?”

“Sure.”

“Well, what if we did everything together?” Trapper’s about to ask him what he means by that, but Hawkeye’s arm comes up loosely around him then. He rests the bend in his arm over Trapper’s elbow. 

Trapper scoffs and jerks his body so that Hawkeye’s arm is shaken off. “You can’t be serious.”

[masonscig]

I'm really looking forward to the rewrite! I can't wait to see what you come up with! . I did enjoy some of the Romances, specially F's and I also really enjoyed M's best friend route. However, maybe it's just me but I did have some issues with A's route. I felt that a lot of the things that A did in this book kind of contradicted the misbeliefs that were established not only in this book but also in previous books. I wish that the author had taken a bit more time to have A and the detective connect a bit more on an emotional level, specially since A is demi-sexual, it would have been nice to see them slowly getting to know more and more about each other throughout the story. I felt that the plot kind of took a lot of the space that could have been used to flesh out A and the detective's relationship because there was literally only two scenes where I felt they actually bonded on an emotional level. Don't get me wrong Im an angst girlie myself but as someone who's acespec myself i wish that it would have perhaps been explored more and that we got to see more of A being comfortable and slowly getting their walls down around the detective rather than only angst and slowly learning to allow themselves to love again and that its ok to feel what they feel. The whole plot also felt all over the place, I do appreciate the fact that the author tried out and experimented with a bigger narrative scope and darker themes. However, I feel that Wayhaven works best when it has self-contained plots like in book 1 and book 2 rather than a big narrative scope imo. I felt that it hindered some of the characterisation that some of the ROs could have had. Again I appreciate the fact that the author tried her best to challenge herself with so many variables. However, some of the choices felt a bit repetitive. I did also wish that we could have chosen to remain a detective or at the very least do some actual detective stuff. The Trappers also felt very one dimensional for me, personally I found Murphy and Book 2s Malaused (idk of that's how u spell it) way more interesting. I was also hoping for the whole Sin, an babylonian deity being trapped and treated almost as if they were enslaved plot point to be maybe changed at least slightly. Maybe it's just a me thing but I really didn't like that plot point, it felt unnecessary personally. Sorry for the long ramble lol. Gl on the doc, I'm sure it's going to be amazing!

ahh thank you for saying you're excited for the rewrite! <333 i'm so genuinely excited over it that it's lifted my spirits a lot – i have four pages of bullet points as of right now so whew. lots of changes

i haven't done the a route, so im nodding along like a friend you're venting to over coffee rn, but i'll open up the replies/my inbox to anyone else who feels the same! i'd love to hear more about it as someone who's never done a full a du mortain route LMAO <3

but YES, i agree – hindered characterization, repetitive choices, one dimensional trappers, and the becoming an agent aspect YES! i think maybe with the trappers at least, they're pawns, so i guess? they'll be fleshed out as an organization later? but yeah, anytime they show up it's like oh! so some guys with weapons that may or may not take ub down. got it

the repetitive choices were honestly killing me, because that's a huge reason it took me literally all day to read one route – i was stuck at each choice, because truthfully, a lot of things that i made sofía say were just... not her. this book particularly has so much less variance in dialogue options – it's usually "smile, frown, smirk, chuckle, nod/be silent". just feels sloppy in my opinion :( i definitely wouldn't want her to bend over backwards trying to add 15 variants to every choice, just like. maybe not start with the action! maybe work in some blended stat boosters to add some depth (not that there isn't any, there could just be more)! i appreciate her hard work, genuinely i do, but some of the options definitely got old very quickly :/

and yes oh my god sin could've been an incredible "antagonist" – using that word lightly – because there's such an interesting moral dilemma there that just fell flat in the end :/ i blame the overloaded plot

never apologize !! i love reading your thoughts !! <3

[mara-xx217]

In your opinion who would let the survivor get the hatch if she slept with him and who’d be happy with simple flashing him her tits ? Who’s so stoic and against it ? And which bastard would sleep with her then kill her anyway ? Me and my friend and we picked you to decide.

*cracks knuckled* Let's see here... Some of the killers probably intersect with different categories, depending on their established (or lack there of) relationship. Here are my thoughts: Who is stoic/against it?

The Wraith: Well, he wasn't expecting that, of all things. Now things are awkward... You know what? J-Just go already... Shit's fucking weird now...

The Hillbilly: Horrified. Totally and utterly. If he's not completely blinded by rage, He'll turn on his heel and walk all the way back home. You better leave before he gets a grip... If he gets a grip lol

Michael Myers: (if you aren't his obsession) Only reaction you get is his signature Mikey head tilt before he slits your throat. Sorry love...

The Oni: He's fucking speechless, actually. Disgusted, really. A whore isn't fit to bear his heir...

Bubba Sawyer: Similar to Hillbilly- fucking horrified. He was raised that stuff of that nature are only meant for husband and wife. Wait... DOES HE HAVE TO MARRY YOU NOW?!?! Now he's crying. Good job...

Pyramid Head: You have to do some seriously fucked up shit to even get this big guy to even consider looking in your direction. You'll be killed all the same.

Who is down with it and will actually spare you?

The Trapper: Dumb ass's breeding kink goes BRRR- It literally runs his life, even if he refuses to admit it. Will demean the shit out of you and will nonstop call you a slut and a whore. You've made a mistake, my friend...

The Blight: That nerd fucking wishes this would happen to him lol. But seriously... if you catch him on a good day, on an... adventurous day... He might just take you up on your offer...

Frank Morrison/The Legion: He's a punk ass bitch, but a deal's a deal. That doesn't save you from the hell that he (and likely the other members of the Legion) will rain down upon you for being a hoe.

Who would fuck you and kill you anyways?

Michael Myers: Sorry, even if you're his obsession, he's likely gonna either fuck you and then kill you, or kill you and then fuck you. (Or both)

The Doctor: C'mon... I mean- look at him. Why would you trust... him?! Extorting people and killing them is, like, his whole deal, you know? Really, you should have seen this coming... Is there something wrong with you? Do you need to see the Doctor again...?

Ghostface: What a fucking prick. Just so you know, you've opened up Pandora's Box with this one. If you thought the Entity's realm was hell before, sorry to burst your bubble, sunshine, but shit's about to get a LOT worse for you...

The Trickster: (if you aren't his "muse") Yeah, he'd fuck you and kill you afterwards. He finds groupie fan girls like you annoying, but you are an easy kill (and an even easier fuck) so why look a gift horse in the mouth...?

@prettycutebunny, @tachankas-whore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow

[valiantturtleballoon]

Re-watch thoughts – Stranger things – season 1, episode 3

If you missed the last re-watch thoughts:

Ok, let's begin:

I may have made a mistake, starting this in the night.

And we’re off, Barb is alive! But barb is also in a gross ass place. If I woke up in a place that had slimy tentacles all over the place I would just keel over right there. Forget the monster. I would be like, excuse me sir. Please move to the left, I need to have a heart attack right about here.

Annnnddd Steve and Nancy are getting it on. Poor barb. She is fighting for her life and nancy is… fighting to feel something. I don’t know, Steve and Nancy just didn’t click.

Aaaah that theme song. I’ve missed you.

Why do I feel like this episode is going to be anything but holly jolly.

Nancy seems… sad. STEVE. Wake the fuck up man. Where is your chivalry man? The girl is about to walk home in the dead of night when there are literal monsters everywhere. Although to be fair, you didn't know there were monsters but still - it's nighttime man. No one should be walking alone in the night. Oh wait, she drove. Still, walk to her car? Tell her to call when she gets home? I dunno. I'm just saying, more of an effort could have been made.

Omg. Mama Wheeler. I like that she’s trying to be there for Nancy. I appreciate that. Also, mama Wheeler appears to be wearing eye-shadow to bed. I mean, it’s a choice.

Oooo no, Joyce. Jonathan is like what in the Thomas Edison is happening here? The lights are talking?! I mean, I can’t imagine what Jonathan is going through right now. Like he’s worried sick but he’s also got to stop his mum from going off the rails. Little does he know that Joyce is closer to the truth that anyone else.

Holy crap they’re all so SMOL. I appreciate Lucas coming up with a plan and Dustin being like I brought the snacks, you are welcome. I repeat, Dustin brought the snacks. I want to be in his group.

LOL, I love the way El is just staring at Dustin when he tries to get her to lift the toy with her mind. It's very much a "boi bye" face.

Omg, Mike giving El his watch is adorable. I had one of those calculator watches at one point and I would never have given it away to anybody.

Nancy has a trapper keeper!!! Nancy has a trapper keeper.

Who knew Hopper was quite the charmer? He was very nice to Patrick. I appreciate that he didn’t yell or anything. You could tell that the security guard was just like - I'm just here for the money man, i don't make the rules.

El is leaving the basement! and she’s... reclining. I like that. Live your best life El! You won't get much of a chance to relax later on. Was Stranger things sponsored by Coke? It just doesn’t seem like El and Coke had a good time together. Wow, the ads were long back then, huh?

Annnnd Joyce has found more lights. This woman does not give up and I love that for her. I mean, I would not have been able to come up with this plan. You know, I’d be that person who would be like ok, if it’s letter A, turn the blender on in the kitchen. If it’s letter B, turn the bathroom light on, if it’s letter C turn on the toaster. And then you know my dumb ass would forget which is which and I'd be saying random letters and words and Will Byers would have died of frustration. Just given up right there in the upside down.

OMG. HOPPER AND HIS DEDUCTIVE REASONING. I AM IMPRESSED.

You know, these lab people are either dumb as shit or bored as shit. They’ve opened a portal of some kind and instead of social distancing the fuck away from that thing or torching the whole damn building, they’re getting all up close and personal with it. I don’t need that kind of drama in my life. I’m barely keeping up with my phone bill let alone monster portals.

El seems to be having quite the reaction to the music box. Does it come back later or is she remembering things or maybe she’s thinking of her mother. Oh! Oh! She’s spotted barb!!! Do you think she knows something happened to Barb?!

You know, words cannot explain how much Steve needed these children in his life. The character development required was something only those adorable hooligans could have achieved with all their meddling.

Lol at Lucas telling Mike he's in love. But honestly, Dustin finding the rock and giving it to Mike after he gets shoved just to make Mike feel better is such a lovely form of love.

Jonathon is definitely giving full psycho stalker vibes with all the pictures of Nancy in the dark room. Look, I don't like the bullying and the shoving and the damaging of private property (especially a camera like Jonathan's, that shit is expensive) but all the photos of Nancy especially the one of her undressing from the window is just not ok. Like come on Jonathon, you can do better. Be better. Honestly neither of these two are good enough for Nancy in their current state. They both have much evolving to do.

Meanwhile, Nancy is like I don't have time to give a fuck about your perviness, I'm pretty sure Barb's gone missing and how the hell am I going to explain leaving her alone. She did to Barb what Steve did to her that night (re the leaving people alone in the night, not the smexy times, although Barb and Nancy could have made one hell of a power couple. The brain power and common sense alone.)

Awww Mama Hopper went to check on Joyce. Love that. And she asked how Jonathon was doing. Mama Wheeler is good people I think. Also tiny Holly is A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. annnnnd she's following the lights and is about to be captured by that thing. I mean, really. Is no one safe?! Has that Demogorgon no morals?! She is a CHILD. WILL IS A CHILD. WHY DO THEY KEEP GOING AFTER CHILDREN???????

Hopper ghosted the librarian 😂😂 well, she's no Joyce, it's not her fault.

Mike really showcasing his vocabulary here. Mouth breather, wastoid. You can just see El being like is this how the young uns speak?

I don't like it when they yell at El. She took you to the right spot dumbasses! Just ask Joyce, she been talking to him! And even he said he was right here! It's not her fault no one else knows.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Sirens are never a good thing. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. That's not good. But also, I don't buy it. (I know it's not true, but I'm just saying even when I first watched it. I didn't buy the corpse). Like he was just talking to Mama Wheeler!

Um Joyce. Joyce. JOYCE. JOYCE!!!! Get the fuck outta there. THAT AIN'T YOUR SON! HE AIN'T GOT LONG CREEPY FINGERS AND TALON LIKE NAILS. ABORT. RUN. RUUUUNNN.

It's nice to know that Nancy and Mike still run to their mum when everything gets too much. I really think Mama Wheeler has like untapped potential.

The parallel mom and son hugs is just a very emotional moment. I'm suddenly re-living the moments I've hugged my mum like that (although my situation was much less traumatic. I had just dropped an ice cream).

Excellent episode. Sometimes slightly slow paced but somehow a lot also happened.

On to the next one!

[dankmemes-of-dantooine]

Would you feel comfortable writing Obikin or nah?

Or a crack fic like a potluck picnic at the Jedi Temple? 🧐

🧺

So this started out as a little thing and turned into a slow burn multiple chapter monstrosity. 😅😬this first bit is mostly angsty and fluffy but I promise I will update with the second (maybe third parts?) tonight and hopefully tomorrow. This became a slow burn thats torturing ME LOL. I like a lot of lead up. You’ll learn to love this about me. I hope.

Shoulder Your Burden (part one)

It had been a particularly rotten day, even for war.

The 501st and the 212th had been deployed together to a Separatist stronghold though, which meant Obi-Wan and Anakin would be commanding alongside one another.

The council typically tried to avoid situations like this, not only because in the tragic and unlikely event that both units were wiped out, they would lose some of their best men and potentially two of their best generals, but also because anyone that had spent more than fifteen minutes in a room together with Obi-Wan and Anakin was readily privy to the fact that they tended attract chaos and misadventures.

The fact remained, however, that they were two of the Republic’s cleverest, and had navigated themselves out of dozens of ostensibly no-win scenarios in the past, suffering only minor casualties.

Not to mention that this mission had required a degree of ace flying that not many in the galaxy were capable of, and the two men had years of that under their belts.

Due to a miscalculation, or bit of bad information from and informant, they had found themselves in a Separatist ambush today.

And due to an honest mistake and misjudgment on Anakin’s part, they had lost a lot of men. This settled heavy in Anakins stomach like duracrete. The guilt seeped into every fiber of his being. He’d been foolish and now men were dead.

He had thought that splitting the units and having Obi-Wan’s men ambush from behind and drive the droids into a narrow canyon so they could be picked off easily would be the best move. What their informant hadn’t told them, was that there were already droids waiting in the valley to ambush THEM, and what he had effectively done was corner his men and send them into a slaughter. Their plan had been completely reversed on them, and now the canyon was an abattoir reeking of death, and it was his fault.

The battlefield was permeated with the stench of blood and ozone, and spent blaster fire, and Anakin was steadily becoming overwhelmed. The guilt settled in his stomach along with the heavy stench of death suffered due to his mistakes overcame him. He leaned against a large boulder and wretched, becoming sick.

He wiped his mouth, jumping and weaving over the bodies of fallen clones and droids, trying his best to make it through the narrow canyon alive.

He was steadily being swarmed by battle droids when he saw the transport coming in for a landing at about 80 yards out.

Naturally, once again, Obi-Wan was bailing him out.

He picked up pace, jumping over debris and bodies, scanning for survivors.

He spotted a clone struggling to get out from under a piece of ruined machinery, a tank he thought.

He stopped, ducking to avoid blaster fire, and attempted to force push it off the soldier.

A bolt grazed his hand, flames of pain immediately licking his palm all the way up to his shoulder.

He let a frustrated growl of pain, concentration broken momentarily.

“Leave me, sir! There’s too many.”

Anakin shook his head stubbornly, still trying to move the debris.

“No! You’re making it out of here with me.”

The clone shook his head, gesturing to his ruined legs pinned beneath the hunk of metal.

“No sir, I can’t walk. It’s been a pleasure serving, General Skywalker.”

“No, Dozer,” Anakin grit out through the pain.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s force signature tugging at his.

He deflected a rain of blaster bolts with his saber, still not willing to give up on Dozer.

Just then, a droid lobbed a grenade that landed squarely between the two of them. Anakin reeled back instinctively, placing enough distance between him and the explosive to avoid being filled with shrapnel.

“Dozer!”

Anakin felt himself then being pulled backwards into the transport, along with the meager few clones that had managed to survive the attack.

“No!” He thrashed, trying to dive out of the transport back into the battlefield.

Stop! Anakin we have to go.

He wrenched his arm free of whoever had a hold of him, and watched helpless as the transport doors closed. He took an unsteady breath watching from the view port, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe the blood and sweat from his brow. He stayed there for a moment, trying to push the nauseous guilt from his stomach and the vertigo from his head. His ears rung.

He felt the familiar warm hum of his masters force presence before he felt the hand on his shoulder.

“We received bad information,” Obi-Wan began, immediately absolving Anakin from any responsibility or guilt before he’d even appealed for it. It made him mad.

Anakin shook his head, not looking at his master.

“Rex and Hardcase make it out?” He asked darkly, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

“Cody?”

“And Waxer, Boil, and Trapper. All accounted for.”

“At least some of them made it out,” he growled darkly, chewing the inside of his cheek,

“Where’s Ahsoka?”

“Medbay, but she’s fi-“

Anakin had already turned on his heel to stride towards Medical to check on his young padawan. She shouldn’t have even been on this mission, and because of him, she could’ve been killed. They could’ve all been killed.

He ignore the pain singing in his own hand, and pushed forward as he strode through the medbay doors that hissed open in front of him.

“Ahsoka?”

his voice was firmer than he intended, laced with the guilt and panic of having more casualties on his hands.

“Over here, Master,” the tired yet evergreenly cheerful voice of his student resounded from the far corner of the medbay where she was being worked on by a diligent medical droid.

“You’re hurt,” he said firmly, eyebrows knitting together as he sat next to her on the cot.

“I’m sorry,” he started, nodding to the injured hand the med droid was busy with.

“Just a couple of broken fingers, Master. I’ve had worse.”

His battle wearied padawan didn’t even acknowledge he blaster burns on her sides or the superficial cut above her brow. He cursed himself for setting a bad example and ignoring injury, and as he considered his, his own injuries thrummed warmly, reminding him he still needed to attend to his wounds.

“You’re staying at the temple until you’re healed,” he started, not meeting her eye until she issued a whine of protest.

“But Master-“

“Ahsoka,” he warned

She quieted, looking down at her wounds.

“And anyways,” he continued, “after today I imagine the whole 501st and 212th will be grounded for awhile. At least until we can heal, and figure out if we’ve got a bad informant or a turncoat on our hands. You need the rest anyways,” he said offering a dull smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, offering a similar weak smile.

Anakin stood and strode from the medbay, neglecting to mention his own injuries to the medical droid.

—————

Anakin found himself standing in front of the viewport, cradling his injured hand in his mechano-hand.

Since he had been foolish enough to neglect to seek attention from the med droids when they were on the Jedi Cruiser or the clone transport, he figured he would just grit through it and handle it himself when the city transport got them to the temple.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan tentatively approach to take a place next to him at the viewport. The two were quiet for a moment, content to merely be in one another’s presence. Their force bond hummed like a live wire between them. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan could feel how taut and raw his nerves were, and it made him squirm. He hated feeling weak and emotionally compromised.

“You’re injured,” Obi-Wan stated after a time.

“I’m alright,” Anakin grit through his teeth.

Obi-Wan drew nearer, half expecting Anakin to hiss at him like a feral Loth-cat.

“Let me see.”

“No.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed, exasperated, already going for the med kit.

“I’m fine, Master.”

“Sit still,” Obi-Wan huffed, dragging the med kit out.

Pain pulsed through Anakin’s hand, making the ends of his fingertips sing with a dull throbbing each time his heartbeat roared in his chest. The gash in his palm was deep, but not enough to need stitches, he thought. It was ugly and singed around the edges, and it would scar.

Obi-Wan took his hand gingerly, and Anakin gasped at the contact.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed in concern, guilt dancing darkly in his eyes as he brushed an unspoken apology against their force bond.

Anakin resisted, maintaining a tight clamp on his mental walls. His Master couldn’t know the gasp was simply in response to be handled so gently by him. Anakin had scarcely felt touch that wasn’t hand to hand combat or a rough grip on the shoulder from one of the clones in months. He was a man starved, and he ached.

“Sorry, dear one, I know-“

A sharp hiss through his teeth that was in response to his pain echoed through the ship as Obi-Wan started with cleaning and dressing the wound.

He would flick his eyes up to meet Anakin’s every so often, trying to gauge for pain, but Anakin was looking at the floor, the ceiling, out the viewports, anywhere but the deep empathetic pools of Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan worked diligently and delicately, putting concerted effort into causing the younger man as little pain as was possible when addressing a wound like this. It wasn’t as bad as either of them had originally feared. It would hurt for several days, but Anakin had had worse, and he figured he’d have forgotten he even hurt it within three or four weeks. It would scar, though.

He tapped his thigh, busying his mind with charts, timelines for healing, anything to keep his mind and eyes off of the way his masters eyes pierced into the very core of his being.

They were too deep, and too kind, and they made him feel like he was suffocating. He didn’t deserve the worry and care the man handled him with. It nearly made him angry. He absolutely couldn’t look at him now though, not with the way the concern and guilt and worry washed over him through their force bond. It made him feel safe, but it also made him feel small, like a child. He could handle himself. He wasn’t some clumsy youngling who needed all his little wounds dressed.

He tried to push back cheap reassurances, but Obi-Wan’s energy was so overpowering.

“I’m fine, Master,” he finally managed, his voice thankfully more steadfast and sturdy than he thought he would be able to manage.

“Something troubles you,” he posited softly, finishing work on bandaging his hand.

Anakin shook his head.

Obi-Wan sighed, and Anakin felt a tinge of sadness seep into their force bond before his master clamped down on his emotions.

Obi-Wan patted the newly bandaged hand, letting his hand linger just a moment, a gentle gesture that made Anakin’s stomach flutter.

“All fixed up, dear one. Do try not to lose this hand too.” Half a smile tugged at Obi-Wans tired face.

I’m only teasing.

Anakin rolled his eyes, allowing himself a small smile.

I know.

They weren’t so much words as, impressions of feelings that...felt like words. It was hard to explain to a non force user, but Anakin imagined it was much like how animals communicated. With impressions rather than words.

Obi-Wan’s eyes lingered on Anakin for a moment, hoping he would air whatever ailed him.

Anakin looked at the floor, chewing his cheek.

“Men died today, Master. Because of me.”

Obi-Wan sighed, stroking his beard contemplatively.

“Men died today, because we are at war, Anakin.”

“But ultimately I made the decision. I’m responsible for my men and today-“

he grit his teeth, jaw working against the overdue tears pooling in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the tirade of his feelings crashing over him.

Obi-Wan’s presence brushed against his mind, caressing him warmly like he had since he was a child. It was gold, and warm, and gentle.

Stop.

Anakin pleaded. The kindness overwhelmed him, and crying right now would be mortifying.

Obi-Wan placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“You cannot let the burden of horrors of a whole war you did not start rest on your shoulders, padawan,”

Obi-Wan hummed softly, his thumb gently and subtly rubbing reassuring circles Anakin’s shoulder. It felt like a hot poker, in the best way.

Electricity zipped through his body at the touch, but he grit his teeth against it. Anakin fought the urge to nuzzle into his hand.

“I’m not your padawan-“ he spat.

“Still you call me Master,” Obi-Wan retorted, eyes dancing with hopefulness that Anakin would let his shields down, even for a moment.

Anakin chewed his cheek, finally turning to meet his former master’s eye for what felt like the first time all day.

Obi-Wan was radiant. It felt like Anakin could see the warmth he produced rolling off him in waves. He was long suffering, so patient. He was beautiful. Why did he continue to be so patient with him, Anakin wondered.

I’m here.

The phrase sang against their force bond as Anakin placed his forehead on the older man’s shoulder, allowing Obi-Wan to pull him in for a brief embrace.

Energy thrummed between them, and Anakin felt pinpricks of electricity everywhere their skin touched.

Why did he feel like this? He was sure he hadn’t always. He’d spent long years alongside Obi-Wan, sometimes having no other companions. So why now did he suddenly feel exhilarated each time their skin touched?

Thinking back on it actually, he had always harbored a deep affection for the older man that he assumed all padawans had for their masters. That or, it was his damn tendency to be over emotional. He could never tell if his emotions were bigger and heavier than other Jedi, or if he was just exceptionally bad at controlling them.

Obi-Wan seemed so steadfast, not even radiating with the tremendous grief Anakin knew he must have felt after he lost his master and was immediately stuck with Anakin. Anakin had wept, and he’d only known Qui-Gon a short time. Master Kenobi had remained with a stiff upper lip in those days, serious but not broken, and he certainly didn’t let on that he was hurting. Anakin remembered how it had made him mad, that Obi-Wan could be so unfeeling and unperturbed by death. But he grew to envy that trait over the years.

These thoughts zapped through his mind at light speed, neurons firing and firing again, grasping at missed cogs like a broken droid, as he tried to sort out what exactly hummed in his stomach. If only he could tinker on his brain the way he could tinker on speeders and droids.

“You’re going to the medbay and getting pain pills and antibiotics when we land.” Obi-Wan’s voice seemed to pull him back into his body, grounding him, as it always did.

Anakin groaned, rolling his eyes, pulling away to gather his things and prepare for landing.

“And bacta spray!” Obi-Wan called after him.

———————-

Anakin settled himself into his quarters at the Temple. As he had predicted, the council had grounded both their units for three weeks until they could get to the bottom of what was going on with their informant. Ahsoka, had been granted a full week off. Anakin had found out later that she had been solely responsible for making sure Rex made it out alive, and he figured she deserved the full THREE weeks off. But the council insisted she upkeep her training. Sometimes it felt as though Ahsoka ought to be training him.

Anakin had been expecting a verbal thrashing from the council. He loathed going to council meetings. It made him feel so examined, so naked.

They had sort of thrashed him, but not worse than he was used to. So he was his regular level of sour and displeased upon returning to his quarters. He felt like he’d been sent to his room to think about what he’d done. And think about it, he did. It was all he could think about.

Obi-Wan had offered to swing by and split some Ruby Bliels with him later, and after mulling it over for a moment, he’d decided to oblige.

Anakin knew that Obi-Wan knew they were his favorite, and only offered when he knew Anakin was in his head and really suffering. It made Anakin feel naked and embarrassed to know his old master had such a good read on him, but from time to time he obliged the older Jedi and allowed him to extend the kind gesture.

Still, Anakin was nearly surprised when the soft knocks resounded on his door. He couldn’t be bothered to get up from his spot on the floor where he was meditating, so he flicked his wrist and let the force do the work of opening the door.

———

Sorry to leave on a cliff hanger! Tumblr is so mad at me for posting this much text 😂 there’s a lot more. Stay tuned!

Tagging: @haydens-moles @chokemeanakin @anakinswhore @fistmebuckyskywalker

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[ivyuns]

landing in my heart: closer

genre: angst, slight fluff

word count: 2.3k

warnings: location is in north korea, jealousy, guns, car crashes, kinda rushed lol

part three of landing in my heart

landing in my heart information

“what did you just say?”

“i would appreciate if you put the gun away from my fiancee”

“she belongs to division 11. and for those who doesnt know, shes unable to release her personal information. now if you mind, my fiancee is exhausted from her recent mission she came back from” jisung told everybody. on point, your body falls onto jisung’s shoulders, acting as if you were actually exhausted.

jisung takes you to his property till you two are out of sight until jisung clears his throat. “you can let go now” without hesitation, you let go and immediately asks whats division 11 is all about. telling you everything, you enter the house with jisung trailing behind you.

jisung takes you to his property till you two are out of sight until jisung clears his throat. “you can let go now” without hesitation, you let go and immediately asks whats division 11 is all about. telling you everything, you enter the house with jisung trailing behind you.

jisung offers you a cup of water and telling you to drink it to calm down. you gladly accept it as he takes a deep breath. “house inspections happens randomly, but i didnt expect it to happen today. im sorry”

“well, im sure you were equally surprised by it too, so no worries. and you showed up on perfect timing too” you smiled at him, drinking the water then looking around. “by the way, are you hurt? are you okay?” jisung asks while hes checking up on you for any hurt wounds. looking up and making eye contact, you see how his eyes were full of worry. shaking you head a no, you smile at him and was distrubed by knocks on jisungs gates.

“captain han! are you there?!”

jisung goes to open the door and sees the village women, who had heard about the news about you and offers him food. feeling like he couldnt hold any plates, they offer him to help him and take it into the house until you appear behind him.

“o-oh! nice to meet you, captain han’s fiancee” one of the women says. greeting them back, you grab one of the plate full of food from jisung. before you two could go, they ask you where your last mission was, what was it about and how was it. expecting to answer all their questions, you replied as “im sorry, i cant have my information out there”. the women gasp, shocked at they way you talked to them.

jisung tells them to go home and have a good night. doing what theyre told, they walked away and you close the gate. “is captain han really in love with her?” “is this a one-sided love?” “look at her hair, it looks so messy!” hearing all the comments they made about you made you stop your tracks, as long as jisung. gritting you teeth in annoyance, you two continued to go inside the house and ate the food they made for you two.

as you two got ready for bed, jisung made you sleep in the living room as he slept in his room. talking though the closed door, you asked him if he ever went to switzerland. “sorry if im being nosy. but i saw piano sheets and an application form from switzerland. did you have a girlfriend that you would play the piano to?” with no response from him, you drifted to sleep.

after the years go by, yiseo is back in pyongyang. passing the gates, yiseo bumps into minseok, who smiles at her and lets her go first. yiseo smiles back and proceeds until she sees her uncle, myeongseok. “ah, look at my yiseo. you lost a lot of weight during your studies in russia.”

“damn, its always the north korean women who have the best taste” minseok tells himself, but as his bodyguard hears him, he tells them to be careful of what he says. minseok then tells him he will pay him an extra 10,000 won if hed stop nagging him, but hell pay minseok 10,000 won if he nags to him again.

as yiseo and myeongseok stops at their car outside the airport, she realized what happened to the other car. “uncle, wheres the other car?” she asks. “oh, i had to lend it to jisung” “are you going to pick it up or is he bringing it back here” “im sure i can go there and pick it up after my recital tomorrow” “huh?! are you sure? i didnt even mention you were coming back to him because he never asks about you” “what kind of woman doesnt remember her fiance?”

the coal mine.

cheolgang enters the coal mine and enters the wire-trapper room after greeting his soldiers. the soldiers gets up from their seats and salutes cheolgang. “ive seen you all work hard, thank you”. manbok hears cheolgang and immediately salutes him. cheolgang tells manbok to follow him into the back exit.

“sir, what brings you all the way here?” manbok asks. “ri muyeok’s brother is now in the outpost. so i need you to wire his house. theres a women in there and im using it to ruin his family” as cheolgang finishes. manbok gets flashbacks about jisung’s brother.

7 years ago.

“you see, my little brother is studying in switzerland right now” muyeok says in the car with another soldier. “mmhm, hes a piano genius with a full scholarship. but everytime i call him, hes always sorry. maybe its because one of us had to follow our dads path” muyeok replies. “did you wanted to be on the piano path?” “nah, i wasnt into it as jisung was so i took this path” the soldier nods his head. “but he told me when he gets back, he’ll play a song for me, so im excited for that. i bet itll put me in a happy mood”

manbok, who listens to their conversation, helping cheolgang with his favor; killing muhyeok. telling where the driver to go, they collied with muyeoks vehicle. hearing the crashing noises made manbok go numb.

everyones outside the village, looking though jisung’s car, full of excitement. eavesdropping from the gate, jisung comes behind you and tells you hes leaving. “wait let me walk you out. so those women can see what i actually look like since it was dark outside” “no, theres no time for that. also, here. tie it up” jisung gives you a handkerchief. “tie what up?” jisung turns you around and ties your hair up, securing it with a double knot.

heading out of the gate together, you pretended to play the good wife and walked jisung out of the house. before he could leave your sight, you grabbed his wrist and told him to pat you hair, as if you two were being real about your engagement. he then pats your house as everyone is disgusted at your actions. you then tell him to wave at you in which he did. waving at him back, he turns around and heads to the base, bowing at people.

the village women from last night shows up to jisungs house after bad talking about you, inviting for a kimchi battle, you refuse.

back at the base, all soldiers are in an array. “hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, and yang jeongin. all of you but the four of you, head to the shooting range”

with everyone gone but the five of them, they meeting in jisung’s office. “so what did you tell them” hyunjin asks. “i told them shes my fiancee” everyone gasp loudly. “guys just be quiet right now. we just need a plan for her to get back on the boat”

as the four men walk to jisungs house as jisung himself goes to where the accident happened. as he talks to the soldier that was the guard for the place couldnt see what exactly happened since it was dark but he took note on how empty the cargo was and how the front the truck had armor. a very sharp armor.

in south korea, sehyeong calls the people who are helping him track down minseok, telling them to go to the places where he think hes hiding at. at the family meeting, both sehyeong and sejun continue to fight over who would be the next heir. sanga recommends the la vie en rose should be over if your disappearance is longer than expected.

in the village, you can see how hard life is as a north korean. telling the boys that youre off into the house to get potatoes, you noticed a little boy stealing one of the jackets. as the boys saw, they quickly ran towards the little boy and manages to stop him, as a bag of rice falls off of his pocket. “let me go! i need to feed my sister who hasnt eaten in 3 days and because of that, she cant open her eyes!”

making everyone come back to the house, you grabbed food from the cupboards as hyunjin is speaking nonsense. “you really act like this is your own house. youre giving away food thats not even yours to some boy whos lying” after putting the food into a tote bag, as well as a small blanket, youre stopped as you see jisung. “captain han! hes faking it!” hyunjin yells out. “no im not!”

“shut up hyunjin” you shut him up. jisung tells the little boy to wash his face and hands before eating so that he can prevent getting sick. after he washes he face and hands, he runs towards his little sister, who is sleeping alone under cardboard and a small sheet covering it. finally happy to feed his sister.

after that is finished, everyone gathers around and spends time with you before you leave tonight. “okay everyone! today i will give you awards to claim once we meet again” “awards!? are you a general or something?-” “and the first award goes to yang jeongin !” you say as you cut off hyunjin. “now you have two choices. you can use your prize as we see each other again or get it now. when we meet, youll get 100 million won, or get 8 corn now” “ill get the corn!”

“second prize goes to lee felix! your prize when we meet again is have lunch with jiwoo or get the tv right there” you pointed to jisungs tv. “look-” “dont worry, hell pick the first one” you whisper back to jisung. “ill pick the first one” felix gets up and claims his award.

“third one goes to the most handsome is ... kim seungmin!” jisung looks at you with disbelief. “you can have a blind date with miss korea or any award youd like” “ill choose none” nodding you head, you agreed seungmin is like the boys in south korea.

“okay thats all-” “wait what about me” hyunjin asks. “seriously? fine here, have this shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash” as you threw him the bag full of the products jisung got you earlier. “what the- captain han you really bought her this?!” “she said it was essentials”

after announcing the awards and coming to the end, jisung gets up as jealousy is on him, and goes out of the house. following him behind, you take him to your thank you gift for him; tomatoes after giving the seller half of jisungs potato sack since you didnt have any money. however, jisungs not impressed since he doesnt like tomatoes and doesnt properly treat it well. “whatever, just water it and say 10 nice things to it”

the night comes and everything leads to the end. the 4 men are back, eating corn on the mountain near the base with the moon shinning on them. “i feel sad now” jeongin speaks, stopping the silence. “after all the complications, its now the end”

you and jisung go inside the car jisung borrowed from myeonseok. heading to the dock where youre finally going home. taking off the handkerchief jisung gave you for you hair and folding it, you put it in the middle. “thank you for everything. i mean it” you told him. “we wont see each other again, right?” “probably” jisung answers. “its such a shame that you live here.” “its a shame that you live there” you chuckled at his joke, creating silence in the car once again.

parking the car near the deck, felix’s dad comes out of his boat as you two walk out. giving him the ticket, he asks if its just you. “no, the two of us. ill return after she is on the other boat” jisung says as you widen your eyes at him.

going onto the boat and sailing into the middle of the ocean. “since we probably wont see each other again, my name is yoon y/n” jisung looks at you with sincere eyes. “my name is han jisung” jisung smiles.

“ah, im a member of the haeju yoon clan. haeju is in north korea right?” “im a member of hanju han clan” “the irony!” both of you laugh, making jisung feeling happy after a while.

suddenly, a flash a light flashed the boat. “stop the boat!” yelled the other boat who was trailing behind felix’s dads boat. you and jisung hid under the boat as the boat was stopped. the police were investigating the boat. “were here to see your honesty and see if youre trading goods or smuggling humans to other countries” “why would i do that?” the police stomps on the blue hallow board, which was where you and jisung were hiding.

“open up!” was what you both heard underneath. “jisung! what do we do?! youre a soldier you should know what to do. geez” you silently yelled out. “in south korean dramas-” “what?! this is no time to talk about this” you freaked out. “im going to do something. now look at me and dont be startled. look at me and nothing else”

with that, jisung slams his lips into yours as the door opened.

additional ending:

after you leave jisung alone with the tomato plant, jisung bends down and tells 10 nice words.

“sunshine, happiness, rose, friends, breeze, cheekies, family, flowers, love, and piano”

[deadbydangit]

Killer! Reader with some of the surviors? But like, this time survivor overhears that reader took on a really strong killer that went after the survivor last trial and somehow won, and they're just now patching themselves up.

This with the same boys as the last one? (I was the one to request that lol) Leon, Jake, and Dwight? Feel free to add and remove! <33

I can do that, I'll have the survivors patching you up since Circle of Healing is dead and self-care takes too long 😔. Please enjoy.

With a reader who went up against a killer.

Leon, Jake, Dwight

Leon S Kennedy

So... You actually punched Nemesis?

First off, nice.

Second, how?

He's like, twice everyone's size!

And you punched him and knocked him out?

He's impressed.

Leon is falling head over heels for you right now.

He's used to protecting everyone.

And, while he doesn't mind it, it's nice to know you can defend yourself.

And help others!

Helping others is kind of his whole thing.

But be more careful next time.

You didn't walk away without any bruises.

It could just as well end in his favor next time.

He's going to put you through a full hand-to-hand combat school.

This includes the help of every survivor that has had any military training.

Chris, Jill, Carlos, Bill, etc.

He wants you to be ready to take on anyone regardless of size or ability.

Lots of praises and kisses.

Maybe a few sparing matches now and then.

No one is ever going to mess with you, ever.

Jake Park

Oh, you punched the Shape?

That's cool.

Wait? What?!

He didn't expect that to come out of your mouth.

Jake wasn't prepared for the answer to his question: "How did the trial go?" To be that you socked Micheal in the mouth!

He's staring at you with his mouth open.

Now, he isn't a big talker.

But there is so much he wants to ask and tell you.

How?

Are you okay?

Did you knock him out?

Why would you do that?

After a few minutes of disbelief, he'll start talking again.

He's trying to be calm, but this is a big deal.

Micheal Myers is a bloodthirsty psychopath, he's going to target you more now.

But he doesn't want to scare you.

He's feigning indifference as he patches up.

Inside?

He's panicking!

He's proud of you, don't get him wrong.

And he'll tell you that.

But what if you try that with another killer and it goes south?

Or Micheal is prepared next time?

He's going to be keeping you closer from here on out.

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight is always freaking out.

Always.

So when he hears you decked the Trapper?

Oh my God he is as pale as a ghost.

The Trapper?

How?

Why?

Are you okay?

He's trying to shake the information out of other survivors before seeing you.

You're hurt!

Unlike Jake, Dwight isn't good at containing his emotions.

Even if it isn't major, he'll still panic.

He'll sit you down and patch you up, all while trying not to cry.

He's not scolding you, but it certainly feels like a mother talking to a disobedient child.

It's not that he's angry, just worried.

What if this happens again and something worse happens?

"I won't know what to do without you. So please, don't do that again. I love you."

Take it easy on the poor guy and give him lots of love.

Promise you won't do that again.

[jgreaxcfdszx]

Bra Measuring ft. Kita

Fluff, Kita x f!reader

A/n: Idk if UK or other parts of the world size bras differently, I’m just going off of how I know how to measure them lol

-600 words-

This story includes: bra measuring, mention of sex, boobs, being half naked around Kita

masterlist

Once Kita saw Y/n crying numerous times over how her bras fit her and her breast shape, he knew that he was going to have to intervene. (Babygorl? Daddy's home.😈) After spending time learning how to properly measure for one's correct bra size, he brought Y/n into his room.

"Oh! Guess what, I saw the movie you were talking to me about earlier. It was kind of weird, if I'm being completely honest, but I guess I do kind of resemble- wait, what are you doing?" She stared at him in confusion as he took out some measuring string.

"Sweetheart, can you take off your shirt for me?" He asked innocently as he got some paper for writing.

"Wait, what-" She stood up from her previous position on the bed. "I thought we were waiting until marriage?"

"What?" He turned towards her. "I'm measuring your breasts properly. It's not good to be wearing the wrong size."

"Oh," She let out a sigh. "So, should I just take off my clothes?"

"Just your shirt and bra, yes." He was occupied with writing something down on his notepad.

"Okay." Y/n trusted Kita; he wouldn't try anything on her, would he? She took off her shirt but hesitated with her bra.

"Done? Okay-" Shinsuke noticed that she was playing footsy around taking off her bra. (I DONT MEAN IT IN A SEGGSUAL WAY IM SAYING THAT SHE WAS NOT REALLY OPEN TO DOING SO) "Y/n, I'm here to help you. Please don't be embarrassed, you're beautiful anyways."

She smiled and thanked him, but still felt weird about taking it off. "Do you want me to take it off of you?" Instead of replying, she turned around to show the clasp.

Shin's fingers were delicate as he pranced around her bra clasp, not sure how this particular booby trapper(SORR) worked. Once he had found the clasps(that were on the inside, which was weird to him because wouldn't they just itch her back?), he carefully unhooked them and slid the clothing off of her arms.

"Turn around for me? Good girl," He looked from her boobs to his computer, which had a detailed diagram of possible breast types she could have. "You have... —— breasts, am I correct?"

“...A what now?” She moved to go look at the computer, which showed a picture of different boobi types. “Oh, okay.”

“Y/n, you should know these things as a girl. How are you going to go around wearing the wrong bra size?”

“I never really thought too much of it.” She looked down at her toes.

“Well that’s why we’re doing this now, right? May I have permission to touch you?” He picked up the string once he saw her nod. “Thank you.”

He wrapped the string directly under her boob, lifting up part of it. “(Band size) inches.” Kita wrote this down.

“Okay, I’m going to measure around your nipples now. If I hurt you, let me know.” Y/n nodded as he measured the fullest part of her breasts, recording that down as well. “Your bra size is —.”

“That’s not the bra size I wear though.” She furrowed her brows.

“Well then, we’ll have to go shopping then, right?” He said, chuckling. “What type of bra do you wear, love?”

“...—. Is that a bad thing?” She covered her nipples.

“Yes, a wrong type of bra would not support your breasts properly.” Kita read. “You can put on your shirt now, by the way.”

“Oh, okay.” She put it on before jumping back on the bed and laying down. He laid down on top of her, per her request. “Thank you, Shin. I’m so lucky to have a respectful man like you.” Y/n’s hands massaged his head as a way of saying thank you.

[tomatoluvr69]

📓!

Aaahhh okay this is the one that’s been plaguing me recently (one of the serious ones I should say; I’ve also felt wildly compelled to revisit/polish up my half-joking AU where Hawkeye goes home instead of Trapper and BJ and Trapper have to coexist).

Basically we find BJ alone towards the bed of his life, lonely and mourning and pretty much sitting around waiting to die but putting on a brave face for Erin and the grandkids (I actually didn’t think up the grandkids until just now but I love it tbh) and he’s suffering. But then one day he opens up his closet to find a clear and vivid (lol) likeness of a war-era Hawkeye Pierce, but they can’t touch each other. Huh? And then they spend awhile talking and trying to figure out what’s going on. Is he a time traveler? A ghost? Is one of them just a hallucination to the other? And there’s some stuff I don’t necessarily want to spoil because I DO really wanna write this one someday but!! Yeah bittersweet ending, many tears, et cetera <3 thanks so much for the 📓!!!!

[grotesquegabby]

Might be a long answer but I wanted to ask X3 What is your opinion about every single killer in DBD?

awe shiet~ here is the list and how I feel x3

GhostFace: I just played against him and seeing him run by all I could say ahh its the sexyman himself mmmmmm.. x3 I love Ghostface but I make a lot of them mad but they arent the only killer I make mad. x3 I leved mine on the switch up to level 6 but still havent played as him. I cant wait~ They do be sneaky which makes sense its Ghostface. I also like going up against him cause the sound of his knife swing is just (9 u^u)9 beautiful~

The Shape/Micheal Myers: big and beefy mmm those broad shoulders~ Its terrifying going up against him cause just like Ghostface kind of a small terror radius plus his theme music gives me feelings. Not all of them terrifying x3 lol anyway~....for some reason Ive ended up as the obsession more often with Micheal. Lucky me? x3

The Executioner/Pyramid Head: They nerfed his ass because it was too powerful, and only a few people still have that skin for pyramid head. Bring back his ass! (9 *O*)9 ahhhhh, but mm I like him, Ive been I think...moried by Pyramid head twice. ANd hes the only killer to have moried me at the moment. He moried me each time because I pissed off whoever was playing him x3 I kept being a ...distraction.

The Trapper: Ive played against some new trappers and recently some who played him really really well. Ive heard a little of his story and eee sounds like a daddys boy. Really looks up to his dad and it did not seem like a healthy role model whatsoever but im still working on getting story since I havent played as killer just yet. Gotta be in the right mind set. uwu But this is an alright killer its easy for me to avoid traps and usually get out of them if I have Feng as my character.

The Wraith: Ive had....a time with the wraith. Recently a lot of good players have been the wraith and its frustrating but this is a killer i do feel kind of bad for. I wish I knew how the wraith became the wraith and looking like how he do but his little backstory got me feeling bad for him. But damn his invisible ass be making me mad x3 Like theres a survivor right there but no you gotta come at me. maybe he knows something about me that the survivors dont i dont know x3

The Hillbilly: I dont know if Ive won against the hillbilly but his story makes me feel bad for him too. His parents got what was coming to them. But poor guy part of mes like cant we just show this killer some love and compassion and maybe he can be better ;7; but hes gotten me a lot x3

The Nurse: The nurse i find to actually be an easier killer to face cause she moves pretty slowly but the last one I faced downed two survivors and stood right by them waiting for me and the other person still standing to come heal them. I think we managed to heal them but I dont remember if we all escaped or if she got them again. uwu I also...feel for her backstory as well. shes been through so much emotionally and mentally...im not surprised about what happened to her but i feel it could have been avoided somehow...again I feel bad for her.

The Hag: another killer I feel bad for due to their backstory...but I do dislike going against her..and her charms.....Her fucking decoys scare the shit outta me and its a bitch and a half to unhook someone x3 but it does keep one on their toes. Ive only escaped her once every time after Ive died x3

The Doctor: This bitch...ive noticed playing against the Doctor usually results in camping....letting people bleed to death and being used as bait for other survivors. Usually the Doctors are assholes from what Ive seen most of the time anytime I go agaisnt a Doctor its a lot of the same tactics.

The Huntress: I feel for her story but i also dislike how she took care of the little girls she kidnapped. Like...why did they starve to death first of all...she knows what starvation is so yeah...anyway Ive faced Huntress many times. Always narrowly avoiding her thrown hachets. fun x3 Ive tricked her many times too even when she camped this one round I faced a few days back. (- =w=-) hehehe still fixed that last generator~  But shes pretty decent to go against. I think there was a time one tried to help me exit but.....didint do so good they kept dropping me by the door expecting me to get up but i was too injured for it. then the entity got me.

The Clown: hate him...one; he ugly. two: he nasty and not in the good way. Three: i dont like his outfit..its gross. four: i find his aesthetic awful. its displeasing to my eyes. It never described what he did to his victims but.....something about him just I really dont like. Could be the fact hes kind of like John wayne gacy but....something makes me feel...gross u.u So out of most of the killers besides the Doctor the Clown does make me uncomfortable. and I love clowns but not this clown.

The Spirit: Her story made me sad..and angry. Like oof....I dont have all the words to describe how I felt for her. But shes an interesting killer, ive faced her only a few times. I can hear her scream and it sounds so sad and painful though like part of me wants to run to her and be like ahhhhhhh ill scream with you, screamings cathartic. x3

The Deathslinger: faced him once? I dont think I lived...I was the distraction too many times in that round and probably got hooked near dying so x3 but his gun is cool glad I didnt get grabbed by it though. Apparently as it drags you in he walks to you.

The Oni: big~ I mean spooky x3 I like this guy. Ive faced him a few times. I dont know his story I dont think I’ve read it yet but I do like him. Is it true him and the spirit are related, if so thats neat but damn...is her family cursed or something like whaaa! its terrifying when he gets all powered up and charges. I saw him run down the map and I was shook!

The Demogorgon: the noises...mmmm. anyway x3 recently made one mad~ stayed near me while I died on the hook. But I do enjoy going up against it as long as its one of the open maps. those building maps like the school or hispital ;7; i hate it, i hate going against any killers in those type of maps.

The Plague: I personally dont like vomit x3 but I do like The Plague. shes pretty~ (- uwu-) I faced her in the hospital and died too but like x3 it was interesting. Ive never been vomited on before oh wait nevermind babies did that to me. but by an adult no never x3 her story is interesting but I also do sort of feel for her as well cause of it.

The Legion:  Didnt know these were teens till you mentioned it x3 I like their masks. Every time still...i played against legion again this week and it was one of the bunny skins. x3 they got me it was the first time a legion played saw me and got me. pretty nice playing against Legion though.

The Pig: Played against her once I think i dont think i got the trap on my head but i dont fully remember. uwu seeing the little puppet made me smile~

The Cannibal: I dont really care for the movie series despite not seeing it but ive seen enough clips and heard anough to know I wont like it. Facing him is a bitch and a half with his flailing. The last few times Ive played against him everyone died.

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☕ Wierd one, but if Hawkeye had been the one to leave after Henry's death, what do you think Trapper's relationship with the camp have been like? With BJ?

Thank you, it’s an interesting question!

I think Trapper would've lost his defiance quickly and started rolling with everything more. He'd still hate Frank and hassle him, he'd still fuck around and have fun and seduce nurses, but he wouldn't be defying orders just for the sake of it or taking out appendixes himself imo, he'd mainly be in hunker down and wait out the war mode. Like he'd probably be fine with throwing out the occasional salute and showing up to morning assembly once Hawkeye’s left and taken his energy with him.

I could see him having a fling with Margaret but I don't think it'd last any more than her and Hawkeye in Comrades in Arms did. I do think Margaret would warm up to him with Hawkeye gone quicker than she warmed up to Hawkeye with Trapper gone bc again I think without Hawkeye he’s fairly low-key.

I think he'd get along with Potter just fine, though I kinda wonder if without Hawkeye Potter would've softened a little less. I mean he wouldn't have remained the hardass he was in the very beginning of the ep, but I could see him like, expecting people to be dressed properly and salute. I think Trapper would just be glad enough that Frank's replaced that it'd be fine with him.

And don’t get me wrong, I think Trapper would still roll his eyes at the more over the top army shit and he wouldn’t yk, like it. He wouldn’t suddenly become a model captain lol. I just don’t think he’d bother resisting much as long as the army/regulations aren’t directly interfering with like, his doctoring. Though it would be interesting to see him fight for something he believes in on his own - like in eg another For the Good of the Outfit situation I could definitely see him filing a report and giving it a shot, but I think he’d give up quicker without Hawkeye there, and it would have to be a pretty important thing for him to fight for it imo.

I think he and Charles would hate each other. Idk I just feel like Charles' stuffy upper class vibes would rub Trapper completely the wrong way, and Charles would be a huge condescending asshole to him, which Trapper would not roll with imo. But I don't think they'd feud much beyond sniping at each other as a general rule, I think Trapper would mostly just avoid him as much as possible. Idk without Hawkeye I see Trapper as devoting his energy towards distractions like sex or drinking rather than fights or pranks or airing grievances etc. I don't think he'd pursue the attention-getting antics the way Hawkeye did.

And I think he'd get along with BJ quite well, but they wouldn't be like, super close. They'd share pictures of their kids, they'd be chill with each other, they'd be generally friendly, but they wouldn't be besties. They're two followers without an instigator, they'd hang out because they're both there and they get along, especially compared to either of them with Frank and later Charles, but neither of them have Hawkeye's clinginess or social energy or emotional openness to facilitate a deeper relationship. Like, they're having a drink together after a long shift, but they're not taking showers together.

Also BJ might hate hearing stories about Hawkeye from Trapper, and everyone else, which would definitely happen. Because regardless of how close he is or isn't to anyone else in the camp, I think he's intrinsically insecure about his social position and hearing about how wild and unique and fun and talented the dude he replaced was would suck for him. But I don't think he'd break a still over it lol. He might scoff while Trapper's reminiscing and start a minor argument at most. Maybe appreciate Margaret rolling her eyes at the reminiscing and saying they’re all better off without Hawkeye.

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