#THAT FUCKING SKULL WAS THERE FOR A GOD DAMN REASON AND I KNOW IT

[seriously-nobody]

So I've had this idea. Or theory? maybe headcanon thing? Rattling around in my skull since I watched HM 2023 for the first time. Mostly because it felt like a huge loose end, possibly for maybe another movie or series or piece of media in general. Spoilers under the cut. Go watch the movie.

Ok so we all know that the dream team banished Alistair at the end of the movie.

(hehe)

We don't know where he was banished to, all Harriet and Madame Leota say is it's a banishment (spell). So, he is somewhere, we just don't know where exactly.

It could be assumed that he's banished to the Region Beyond, but to me it's not likely because Harriet says, "when a soul passes and goes over into the Region Beyond, if it’s at peace, that’s where it stays." Taking that into consideration Alistair is most definitely not at peace so he ain't stayin' there. Harriet also makes the Region Beyond sound like "the good place" to go when u die so for them to banish him there just doesn't make sense to me.

This is the part where I might lose some of y'all if I haven't already, but I promise I'm trying to make sense.

What if that green pit is like one of the portals, we saw in the ghost realm in the mansion? So, Madame Leota and Harriet were opening a portal to the place he is banished to. Now we don't really see where Alistair goes, he just kinda flails around until the ground covers back up. But I have a theory of where he might have landed.

What if he landed back at his manor? But why? Because his head (or his skull rather) is still there. At least we are led to believe it's his skull because his hat was on it. It felt like such a loose end to do basically nothing with it. I get Travis not wanting to touch it mostly because it's a skull but also the spider. But for 1, to have Travis see it and say absolutely nothing about it whatsoever to anyone, and 2 to just leave it there and slowly pan out from it???? like cooommme oooonnn dude.

It's been bothering me for months now that nothing was done with it. I think the most plausible, real-life answer to this is that this was meant to be an opening for another movie or at least maybe that's what the people working on it wanted it to be. But I'm sure that Disney, the company, saw the movie as a flop and, from my perspective, I don't see them picking it back up for another movie unfortunately. But that's not to say that there isn't room for one! There definitely is, and the damn skull that's been messing with my brain for months is proof of it.

So do with this information (and my torment) what u will. If y'all have anything that debunks or supports my ramblings let me know, I've been thinking about this for a long time, so I'd love some fresh perspectives. Thanks for reading to the end!

[batfam-my-beloved]

AU where Batman has a "no killing" rule but that only applies to Batman

Bruce understands that people have their own form of morality and justice. He's not going to fault a soldier for doing what they have to do to protect people. It's just that he personally would probably never go that far. Not that he can't, mind you, he's fucking Batman! Just that the mental and emotional toll would fuck him up so bad he'd be a danger to himself and society.

So when it comes to his murder happy children his rule for them is: "Wait until you're 18."

Bruce: "Dickie, I know Tony Zucco killed your parents and he deserves WAY worse than a punctured lung, two broken legs, a fractured skull, and a dislocated shoulder. But you're also 10 yrs old and the parenting books say that murder at such a young age is not good for a child's emotional development. So how bout we keep him locked up in jail, good and tight, and if you're still mad about it when you turn 18 then you can have at it. Sound good chum?"

Dick, pouting and kicking rocks: "I guess."

Tim "forever 17" Drake is just counting down the days until his 18th birthday because that mother fucker has a list. He doesn't mind waiting because he god damn knows there are worse things than death one can do to someone.

Damien has been killing since he could walk and hold up a sword, so when he comes to live with his father under the "no killing until 18" rule he is NOT happy about it. Until his brothers start poking fun at him.

Damien, pouting: "It isn't fair! Todd gets to go out and kill people!"

Bruce: "Jason is over 18 yrs."

Jason: "Yeah! And besides, its not my fault you're just uncreative in how you beat up bad guys!"

Damien: "What is that supposed to mean!"

Tim: "It means that there are worse things than death but you're just too dumb to know it."

Damien, furious: "Am not!"

Jason and Tim, teasing: "Are too!"

Damien: "AM NOT!"

Jason and Tim: "Are tooooo!"

Dick, tired: "Guys, stop making fun of him. He's just gunna take it as a challenge."

Damien, determined: "Well I accept this challenge! I'll provide my superiority as a vigilantly by taking out the enemy in non-lethal yet appropriately brutal ways of punishment! Just you watch!"

Bruce, weary yet appeased: "Well at least he's not gunna attempt murder for a while."

Jason didn't come with an automatic kill switch so Bruce didn't really have to worry about it. But then Jason died and Dick got to see first hand as to why Bruce had a no killing rule for himself. The insurmountable destruction, the overall apathy for the harm to others around him, the deep seated rage ready to just destroy everything he comes in contact with. Alfred tells Dick that they need to stop him because Bruce won't just stop at the Joker, he'll go after Jason's mother (in this au I'm making Sheila live for the extra angst factor)and whoever else he deems even remotely responsible for the death of his son. Bruce won't care if it starts wars and conflict across nations, he will NOT stop until he gets his revenge.

So they stop him, practically have to sedated Bruce with enough tranquilizers to put down an elephant 10x over. And then they lock the Joker up in the deepest underground pits of Arkham with a broken spine and enough security measures that it's very much impossible to brake him out least you're the Batman himself. Bruce isn't happy about it at first but Alfred and Dick are there with him through it all and it helps a lot.

When Jason comes back he still doesn't know about the "no killing until your 18" rule, nor does he know the reason WHY Batman doesn't kill. So he's still angry and does his whole thing as Red Hood but when he reveals himself to Batman as Jason Todd Bruce is just so happy to see him again. And Jason is confused cuz like: "I just killed a bunch of people, aren't you disappointed?"

And Bruce is like: "I am a bit mad that you hurt Tim but other than that you are technically over 18 yrs old now so I'm going to assume you understand the weight and responsibility that is put upon you when killing someone."

Jason, softly: "What...the fuck?"

Then Jason quickly snaps back into gear with his plan, demands Bruce to choose between killing the Joker or him and Bruce hits back with: "Oh, I'd like nothing more than to kill Joker but I promised Dick and Alfred I wouldn't after almost starting an international war that one time."

Jason, extremely frustrated that his plan isn't going how he wanted to: "What. The. Fuck!"

So Jason dips and tracks down Dick so he could explain what the hell was going on. And Dick does explain. He explains the absolute monster Bruce almost turned into when Jason was murdered and how Bruce would most definitely not stop at the Joker if given the chance.

Dick: "You don't understand Jay, it was bad! Like really, really bad! He was going to kill your mom!"

Jason, shocked: "The fuck?!"

Dick: "He still has her on a tracker! We found him just before he killed Joker, but he still managed to paralyze him from the neck down!"

Jason, slightly disturbed: "That was him!"

Dick: "He was beating Joker's ass with a crowbar! And even after we managed to sedated Bruce and pull him off the clown we still had to make sure that Joker was locked up good and tight underground because if Bruce even caught a glimpse of him in a photo he'd go into another spiral!"

Jason, horrified: "What....the fuuuuuck???"

[logictoinsanity]

Do you ever think about Logan being terrified of thunder and fireworks (too proud to ever ever admit it, of course he's not scared of shit) both because of PTSD from the wars and also because his enhanced hearing makes those sounds 100x louder for him than anyone else.

And how he's always been shut out and alone so it was easy to hide it and hide away until it's gone but now he's living in a tiny apartment with Wade so there's no way to keep avoiding it

WELL NOW I HAVE

And you're so fucking right, he'd never want to admit that he's scared of thunder storms and fireworks of all things, he's the fucking wolverine, he's seen things regular people can't even imagine, and he's scared by the fucking weather??

He tries so god damn hard every time to just be okay and power through it, he knows it can't hurt him, but every time no matter how prepared he is and how hard he tries, with the first crash hes spiralling, it feels like someone shot a gun right next to his face, his ears are ringing and his head starts hurting and he looks around and all he can see are trenches and guns and the dead bodies of his fellow soldiers. Before Wade, he'd always just find somewhere to hunker down and wait it out, pretty much in a constant state of flashbacks and panic attacks until it finally stopped.

This is just me projecting but I feel like Logan would feel safest in small spaces where he can shove himself into a corner, so he knows no one can sneak up on him, so he spent a lot of stormy nights and fourth of Julys shoved into the closest of a shitty motel.

I also think that it reminds him of the night the X-Men died, like most things do. He'd run off to go drink himself into a coma at a nearby bar, and a storm picked up while he was there. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but later realized that it had probably been Orroro's last attempts to save herself and her friends. He blames himself for not thinking of that at the time, just one more reason to hate himself.

But then he moves in with Wade, and it doesn't occur to him at first to even worry about it, so much happened so fast, storms and fireworks were pretty low on his list of concerns with a whole new universe.

Luckily, Wade isn't home when the storm hits, neither is Althea. Unluckily, Wade returns about 30 minutes after. He almost thinks Logan went out, since he isn't in his usual spot on the couch, or anywhere else for that matter, until Wade goes into the bedroom and hears the tiniest shifting sound coming from the closet.

Logan freezes when the door opens. He'd been hoping Wade would stay out until after the storm, but when did Logan ever get a lucky break? For a solid ten seconds, it's silent, Wade staring down at Logan, Logan remaining squished in the back corner of the closet, knees to his chest, looking like he can't decide whether he wants to stab Wade through the skull or bolt out of the apartment into the rain.

Wade opens his mouth to say..something, he hadn't actually figured out what yet but it didn't matter because before he got the chance there was another crack of thunder, and Logan jolted like the lightening had hit him square on his head. His eyes went distant and dark like they did when he just woke up from a nightmare and he slammed his hands over his ears, pressing his face into his knees. Wade felt kind of stupid, once he realized what was going on, of course Mr. Logan every-war-ever Howlett would have a problem with noises like that.

Wade panics, for a second, because scared of not, this is still Logan, and he's well aware of how Logan tends to feel about being caught in a vulnerable position, but then he sees Logan's hand shaking, and hears a sound that if he didn't know any better (he doesn't) he'd call a whimper (it was), and his heart just shatters, he can't stand seeing Logan this afraid, so he quickly steps into the closet and closes the door behind him. The closet is hardly big enough for one grown man to crouch in, much less two, but Logan is clearly in no state to leave, so Wade shoves himself into the corner between Logan and the door, careful not to lress up against him incase the touch is to overwhelming.

At this point, Logan has recovered slightly from the most recent crash of thunder, and he lifts his head, though he still won't look at Wade. He wants to be angry, mad at Wade for catching him like this, he wants to scowl and tell him to fuck off and leave him alone, but he's been panicking for thirty minutes now, flashing back with every clap of thunder, slowly starting to calm down only to be yanked right back into his own mind when it happens again, he's exhausted and just doesn't have the energy, so he just sighs, swallowing thickly to try and stop his voice from shaking and grumbling something about how he's fine, it's just loud, Wade can go about his day and he'll be out in a bit.

Wade honestly only understands about half of what he says, between the mumbling and the shaky voice and the storm outside, but he's sure as hell not gonna leave Logan to deal with this alone, and besides, the closet isn't to bad, kinda cozy once you give it a chance, and hey what're the odds they have a closet big enough for this in such a shitty apartment anyway? pretty plot convenient if you ask him. He ends up telling Logan all of this, partly to reassure him he doesn't mind but mostly to buy time while he figures out what to do. After a moment he lets out a quiet gasp and stands up, assuring Logan he'll be right back. Logan just nods and puts his head back on his knees, resigned to his fate of riding out his PTSD episode stuffed into a closet with fucking Deadpool.

Wade comes back a minute later with a small assortment of items in his arms, shuffling to sit back down. First, he sets down a small electric candle that he had laying around for some reason, because even if Logan can see in the dark closet, he can't, and he explains as much as he turns it on and the soft, warm light fills the space. Wade's heart breaks just a little more now that he can see Logan better, the way his whole body is shaking with every breath, the tear tracks covering his face, some dry, some fresh, but he does his best not to make to big a deal out of it and moves on.

I'm gonna put something on your head now, Peanut. You trust me? Wade asks, trying to keep his voice low and even.

No. Logan grumbles in response, but he leans towards Wade just slightly, and Wade places his gaming headset over Logan's ears. Logan pauses, evaluating, before giving a small nod and relaxing ever so slightly. He can still hear the storm, but it's better. Wade grins, trying desperately to keep his cool as he shows Logan the rest of his items. He brought a bag of Logan's favorite chips, a water bottle, and a bottle of whiskey.

They spend the next hour and a half in that closet together, alternating between Wade talking (much more quiet and restrained than usual) and Logan nodding occasionally in response, to out of it to say much but appreciating the distraction nonetheless and, with every crack of thunder, Logan panicking, and Wade doing his best to keep him tethered to reality.

It still sucks, storms probably always will for Logan, but it's better, and when the storm finally ends Wade leads him out of the closet, and he doesn't make a big deal out if it (like Logan feared), He doesn't make fun of him or think less of him, he gets it. And damn it if that doesn't make Logan feel more cared for and understood than he has in years, maybe ever, even if that fact alone pisses him off to no end.

[qtboni]

cowboy simon x f!reader???

I don't know what else to add, it would be nice if it was smut yk??

I just saw a video where a masked man dressed like a cowboy aslo he still has a naked torso and he is so tall and in very good shape and when I saw this video for some reason it reminded me of Simon

(sorry, english is not my native language, sorry if there are any mistakes!!)

HAI ANONNIE !! OMIGEE COWBOY SIMON IS SO HOT !? like he can yeehaw me every damn time wtf ☝️😍

╰﹒ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies <33

C/W: MDNI. smut w/ fluff + dom!simon riley, sub!f.reader, petnames (love, baby, pretty girl), lotsa teasing, neck kissing, lil manhandling, lil belittling, lotsa praises, thigh riding, humping, clit stimulation, aftercare

W/C: 1.9k

"You're so easy to please, love," Simon chuckles as he had you in a state where you were unable to move, or speak, or even think rationally. Not after when he had obliged to indulge in your naughty little fantasies of being fucked by a cowboy in the late night hours. You could only let out a whimper for him.

You claimed you were joking. But you weren't, really. You had been dropping little hints about those fantasies all the time, asking if he would be up for a cowboy roleplay in the bedroom. He had grumbled a "sort of" agreement when you asked if he was down for it, but you hadn't realized he was really on board for it.

That is, until now, when you found yourself sprawled on your back on the bed, completely weak under his touch.

Simon was dressed with a black cowboy hat atop his head, a sexy red bandana encircling his neck, a thick cowboy belt wrapped around his hips, and dark jeans hugging every curve of his delicious thighs. And to top it all of was his famous skull mask, hiding his face. No shirt. No top. He was beyond shirtless. And my gods, were your pussy right now is dripping with need when you looked over at his abs.

You find your heart racing and your hands trembling as Simon leans in, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Do I make you nervous?"

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of him being so close, his warmth and presence filling you with a sense of exhilaration that's hard to contain.

"...Yes," you whisper breathlessly in response, your voice dripping with need. Your heart is pounding with excitement, and your body feels on fire with desire as you look into his eyes.

You watch as Simon moves closer, his lips ghosting gently over your throat as he kisses your neck. Your mouth parts and you moan softly, your body tensing and shivering with arousal as he lightly nibbles on your sensitive skin. Your breath quickens and your heart beats faster, overwhelmed by the thrill of it all.

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you pulled him close to you, desperate for more of his touching. Your body responded to his kisses, jolting with pleasure as his lips nibbled down your neck. Your hips writhed and squirmed under him as he suckled on your sweet spot.

The heat was building up inside you as Simon's kiss roamed down to your shoulders, and your entire body was buzzing with sensuality. You were lost in pleasure with each sensation of his touch, and the world around you seemed to fade away that you fail to notice Simon pinning your hands above your head.

Simon whispered softly to your ear, "Always so obedient for me, hm?" while he suckled on the skin under your ear. You couldn't help but to squirm and whine with need, your needy whimpers begging him to make you feel good. It made his cock painfully throbbing with need.

Simon's raspy chuckle drove you mad with arousal, as he licked a long striped line from your neck to the base of your ear, leaving a wet trail. You moaned and tried to move your hips to relieve your aching pussy, but Simon firmly gripped your hips and held you still, his touch driving you mad with lust and desire.

"Behave."

Your mind was swimming with pleasure as you looked into his half-lidded eyes through the skull mask.

"Please..." You tugged on the red bandana wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to you, intending to kiss him. But Simon's hold on you was strong, and he pulled you back, his teeth digging into your ear.

You cried out, but the sound was quieted when Simon's mouth covered yours in a hungry and rough kiss. His tongue plunged deep into your mouth, exploring in a demanding and passionate way. He broke the kiss only to move his lips back down your neck to suck and bite your skin, his touch driving you wild with lust.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he continued exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue. You sighed softly as his passionate and rough kisses sent waves of pleasure through your body. But the sensation was not enough, and you wanted more.

You pressed your body against Simon's, your hands roaming along his chest and thighs as you yearned for satisfaction. But Simon had other plans, and rolled you over so that you were now on top of him.

"Ride me, pretty girl," Simon mumbled against your ear, his voice raspy with desire and need. He was looking up at you, his eyes blazing with passion as his hands gripped your hips. You felt your body shiver with arousal, as you moved your hips to hover just above him.

With your naked pussy pressed on top of his bulge, you started to grind down on him, your hands planted on his pecks. You let out a soft moan as the friction made you feel wetter.

"No, baby, ride my thigh," Simon purred with a low chuckle, as he stopped your hips from moving, gripping at it hard. His voice was filled with heat and lust, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled you closer to him, his touch gentle but firm as he guided your hips to glide along his thigh. You let out a moan of pleasure as this felt even better than before.

"Good girl," Simon growled as he continued to guide you in grinding down on his thigh using his arms. His voice was raspy with lust, and his words were an encouraging challenge as his touch grew more intimate. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt your legs trembling with excitement. Your hips slid along the curves of his thigh, and his touch sent electrifying shivers down your spine.

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered in your ear, "You like that, don't you, baby?"

You mewled when his fingers trailed up your back, sending warm tingles all over your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself becoming lost in his touch. You couldn't resist grinding against him harder, craving the pleasure he was providing. With each movement, you felt your desire building stronger and stronger.

"Simon.."

His lips curl into a smirk as he hears your plea, the desperation in your voice fueling his own desires. He moves his hands from your back, letting them trail over the sides of your body, his touch light but lingering. He can feel how your cunt was completely drenched with your precum, seeping through his jeans, leaving a wet spot in its wake.

"You're doing good, baby," Simon groaned as he grabbed your waist tighter, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going," he whispered eagerly, his grip firm and his touch thrilling as you continued grinding down on his thigh. The sound of his encouraging words, and the feel of his presence made your body squirm with enjoyment.

"I'm trying, Si'.. Please." You breathed heavily and moaned softly, as Simon coaxed you into grinding down harder and faster into his hard thigh. His hands gripped the sides of your waist firmly as he made you move even more quickly.

"Better," he breathed softly in between pants, his words filled with praise and encouragement. The sensation of his firm thighs in contrast to your weeping cunt made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Groaning, Simon grabbed his black cowboy hat from his head and placed it on to yours, smiling seductively.

"You're so hot like this, baby," he said in a low, raspy voice. He looked into your eyes with a knowing smirk, and his touch made your skin tingle and the heat build up inside you.

Wanting to indulge into his fantasies too, you placed your hand on top of the hat and smirked at him as you grinded your hips harder. You watch as Simon's grip falters and tosses his head back to the feel of your cunt rubbing on his now stained jeans.

With every frantic thrust you did, your eyes fluttered with pleasure as the trail of fire reached your lower stomach, the familiar sensation making your thighs tremble. You sobbed out on to his shoulder, lazily nuzzling into his neck, seeking comfort and support.

Simon bit back a moan as he heard your sounds, his cock already twitching with desire. He wanted this moment to be special for you, but the sight of your pleasure was enough to overwhelm his senses and stir his primal urges. He had to have you.

As you breathe heavily into his neck, you feel his hand gently caressing your back, feeling the tension and tightness in your muscles as you collapsed onto him.

Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, and you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. Your breath was shaky as you were in a state of pure bliss and satisfaction, and Simon's gentle caresses felt like a comforting hug.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he whispered gently as he lifted you from his lap and laid you on the bed. His caresses continued as his breath brushed over your neck, sending a tingle of pleasure down your spine.

Your muscles felt relaxed and loose, and your body was breathless from the wave of pleasure you just experienced. You felt languid, and in a state of contentment and bliss. His gentle caresses felt wonderful against your skin.

Simon softly kissed your forehead and smiled gently at you, his touch still sending chills down your spine. You were breathless and content, and every moment with him felt like a dream. So it was a blur when Simon cleaned you up with a wet towel, your body still trembling from passion. He wiped away the cum, as well as the rest of the arousal on your thighs.

He had also tenderly rubbed out the sweat and the redness on your face and neck with gentle caresses as helped you feel clean and fresh again. When he was done, he lay down beside you on the bed, and pulled you close to him, putting the cowboy hat on the bedside table.

"Did so good for me, hm?" Simon said gently as he cupped both your cheeks and looked into your eyes, making you smile. The love and warmth in his gaze made you feel comforted and safe, and you could feel your heart beating faster with excitement at the thought of being with him.

You hummed in agreement as your eyes fluttered in slumber. Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, but a small giggle came out from your mouth as you mumbled out, "You'd be a great cowboy.." With your body completely relaxed and content, you let yourself go and slipped into a deep sleep in his arms.

Simon laughed softly at your sleepy statement, and bent to kiss you on the lips, carressing your cheek.

"Sure am, love, with the prettiest cowgirl in my side."

navi / masterlist !

[captainuranium543]

Looking back erza and laxus had INSANE beef. Legit I counted and early on almost every single time he's on screen hes slandering her for no damn reason. I thought this was kinda funny cuz like, my man what is your damage??? But then I thought about it and it makes sense.

Imagine you are laxus at 15, your father is constantly preaching that the guild isn't strong enough and all these weaklings are dragging it down. You believe him of course because he is your father and obviously we all need to be strong, that's why dad forcibly implanted a lacrima into your skull because you needed to be stronger to remain in the guild. Then enter gods most pathetic kid who barely speaks, knows almost nothing about magic and looks like she's been run over by a bus a couple times and the master just, let's her in?? How on earth is that gonna make this guild stronger old man. Ivan was probably pissed and laxus just picked it up by extension.

Not only that this little jerk who should be like, inherently weaker then you by your fathers logic, manages to make s class only 2 years after you, making her the youngest wizard in fairy tail history to become an s class at 15 (cough a title that used to be yours).

Oh and also, as time goes on word spreads about how powerful she is and people start calling her titania queen of the fairies, while you are literally in line to inherit it. if anyone is the queen it should be you.

You finally have enough of this and at 23 years old you create this whole elaborate plan to become the guild master you hold the entire city hostage with a ring of insanely volatile lacrima around the city that will nuke whoever attacks them so they can't be removed from the sky. Perfect plan right? Wrong. That same fucking ginger destroys 89% of them even after you inform her that she will die she does it anyway and has the nerve to survive. That asshole.

Years later all that is behind you, sure you'd love to be guild master but the guild has disbanded and honestly you aren't totally sure you deserve it. You joined blue Pegasus with some of your buddies and it's going ok until suddenly a hoard of your old guildmates burst in and tell you fairy tail is back! Great news! Except who's the guild master? Well you're never gonna guess.

[theyanderebin]

Yantober Day 6! Unothodox Gift!

Not gonna lie was less inspired to write day five so, uh- Just scooted over that one. I've got something for it. Just not feelin' it!

This was fun though! I thought the energy of this one was a little bit funny.

Briefly noted fem reader, in only like the 2nd paragraph i think-

(As always, prompt courtesy of @ozzgin's yantober list which is right here!)

It's about 850 words!

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There was a throbbing inside your skull, screwing your eyes tighter. Your body on something significantly harder than your soft mattress at home. Arms bound securely behind your back and your ankles simply ties together with a thick rope. "What the fuck?" You thought, your stomach twisting as fear bubbled up inside it.

"Now really," A familiar voice, from where? "You know that's not her colour at all dear." The woman chided someone. "I was just suggesting. I mean we only have so many options.." A man replied gently. You knew these voices… why? Cracking one of your eyes open, standing over you were a roughly middle aged blonde woman in a lengthy cardigan looking over at a man with dulled black hair and a tiredness to his face. "Oh.." rang through your head, "Oh! what the fuck!?" Your eyes staring widened at them both. "Well we have time," She said, "And if we don't find the perfect colours tonight we can simply go shopping for more." She reached in into a dark cloth bag and pulled out a ribbon of slightly shiny fabric. A simple blue. "This is much nicer." "Would it be fair to choose a monotone pair?" He suggested, hand on his chin thoughtfully. "Like black and white?" "Yes! It would be simple and effective." He remarked in a cheery tone. "Hmm.." she hummed, head tilting to the side. "I suppose it would put more focus on her than the wrappings.." With a sigh she turned.

Your eyes locked with her soft green ones, as you both stared silently at each other. Great. Excellent. Your ex's parents. What. The. Hell. Her husband turned away to pull a black swathe of velvety fabric and a hank of shiny white ribbon from a bag on the floor nearby. "How about this?" He turned back in the direction of you both., "Or is it too dark-? Oh!" He blinked somewhat owlishly. You stared back up at him. Your voice cracked out, "What the hell.." "Hello.." He tacked on a greeting with an awkward smile. His wife audibly cleared her throat. "Well.. uh. I suppose there is some explanation due here.." She pushed her blonde hair away from her cheek, placing down the bag. "As i'm sure you know our precious boy's birthday is coming up. We simply wanted to show him how much we care for him." She reasoned as if this was even bordering on normal. "He's so broken up ever since you left him, so.. We couldn't bear to see him so sad." He rested a comforting hand on her shoulder as her voice choked up. "So we brought upon ourselves to bring him a gift that would make him the happiest.. and.. well.."

They gave no more explanation after that, simply moving right into carefully wrapping you in a soft velvet fabric and securing it with the white ribbon. Once sufficiently wrapped and unable to do anything about it, you were carefully moved to a much softer spot. A bed tucked away in the guest room in the back of the house. They couldn't have you developing any more bruises after all. He gave you a pat on the head before he left. Truly the father's choice of reassurance. Or at least attempted. You were alone. The only company in the room the quiet ticking of a clock. You weren't exactly sure how much time had passed, only that they made sure you ate three meals a day, whether you particularly liked it or not. The only thing you knew was you wanted away from that damn clock! Counting seconds had gotten so old, SO long ago!

You fell asleep one night. Awoken to jostling in the morning. Her humming heard just over the rumble of a car engine. You were almost certain you knew where you were headed. But god! at least you're away from the infuriating ticking. When you finally stopped, their car parked in the garage. You could hear their muffled greetings and birthday wishes through the car windows.

When he finally got a hold of you it was almost far too tight. Desperately having to keep his eyes off of how precious you were. "Wow.." The ecstasy blooming in his strained voice, "You didn't have to." His mother only smiled, "Of course we did! We want to see you happy sweetheart." She leaned over to peck a kiss on his forehead, he wouldn't even think of denying her with how perfectly they chose his lovely gift. "You two have fun, alight!" she finished cheerfully as his father clapped him on the shoulder. Your expression? A blank stare locked onto an empty wall as the two of them took their leave, not wanting to 'disturb the lovebirds'. Ew.

Feeling his arms snake their way around your body, you shuddered. Pressing his face to the top of your hair and taking a deep breath. "I missed you…" He breathed, "So.. So much.." A finger hooked it's way around the white ribbon securing your fabric, "How bout' we get you unwrapped, hm?" You could hear him grinning.

[cherubfae]

Hello! I'm not sure if you do single characters or not but What if the reader (who's a big fan of horror) wanted to show Alastor some classic horror movies. Their reasoning? "So you can make fun of it," If you do a collection of characters, then it can be like a movie night for the hotel.

"𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢?" || {𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯}

tags: fluff, gn!reader, Alastor critiquing horror media, plot to the Scream franchise, my horror obsession might be showing lmao

Getting Alastor to have anything to do with post 1930s technology was a task and a half. He might've made a deal with Vaggie not to have anything to do with such frivolous technology, but you weren't Vaggie. You were his sweet, dear partner. And he'd never admit just how tightly wrapped he was around your finger.

He seemed to genuinely enjoy the first few Halloween movies as well as the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Alastor took a great of interest with Hannibal Lector from The Silence of Lambs. He was deeply considering watching the television series you told him of. He thinks Freddy Krueger is a piece of shit and wished he could do him in with his own hands.

The next movie, however, seemed more susceptible to being torn to pieces by his ever-watchful eye.

"So the point of this picture show is what... Billy is angry because his mother abandoned him and he doesn't know how to deal with those big feelings at his age?" Alastor gives an indignant snort, looking bemused at the old television screen currently playing a VHS of Wes Craven's 1996 slasher classic Scream. That's as new of tech as Alastor would allow, so you made do.

Snorting out a laugh, you lean against his arm. Alastor's crackling gaze flickers to you his smile softening around the edges. He did very much adore your laugh.

"That about sums it up, yes," you grin, biting down on the corner of your chocolate bar.

Alastor leans his back against the sofa, pulling the blanket wrapped around you two closer. "I don't know how that Macher boy thinks that peer pressure is a justifiable defense for murdering people." He unwraps his own piece of bitter chocolate and pops it into his mouth. "Own up to your choices, for Heaven's sake. And people find these two attractive? Are they not in love with one another? Surely anyone with two good working eyes could see this."

The sixth Scream movie damn near has Alastor foaming at the mouth, each and every movie felt as repetitive as the last with slight twists and changes. He was polite to keep most critiques to himself, eyeing how much you clearly enjoyed showing something so near and dear to your heart. While the plot was rather lackluster, he had to admit he was interested in the severe brutality of the sixth and despite his opposition to new media, felt that it was a decent enough film. With such a repetitive storyline, he didn't really expect that sort of twist.

"There's one more we can watch!" You grin, holding up your copy of Scary Movie. Alastor's eyes look ready to pop out of his skull as if to say 'Oh god, another??' "I don't think you'll guess who the GhostFace is!"

"Is it the man called Doofy?"

"What the fuck-- how."

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[postersofleon]

RE4 leon x reader. i'm trying to get out of my writer's block, so yeah. infected!leon and infected!reader but no smut. just implied friends or probably more

"Oh, my god," you grabbed your head, "Leon..." A small growl was at the end of your sentence. Everything you saw was almost completely blurry thanks to that dick ass creature who threw up a sort of acid. Despite constantly repeating it, you still didn't understand that the people in this village had bug DNA in them. Your mind wanted to make a list of all the probably insects they were, but you clutched your face and growled even louder. "Fuck." You closed your eyes and your knees gave out into the ground.

Leon hurried to your side, "I'm here. I'm here." His hand was on your shoulder to assure your safety. His other hand gently cleaned away the spit with a rag, the slime was still around your nose and cheeks, but at least it didn't burn anymore. "Thanks." You tried to look at Leon, but he still looked a bit blurry however you could spot his awkward smile. Your eyes narrowed a bit, "Thank you, Leon." You whispered softly. Leon pushed off his side bangs before properly sitting down beside you.

It was just a tiny break from this hell.

Luis just died in your arms thanks to your Major whom you trusted with your entire heart. The Major that caught you how to heal a fellow comrade. Krauser didn't like you like he liked Leon. That stung more than you would like. You liked the praise and you liked the harsh training. You wanted to see that you were worth it and just a lousy weak girl.

But in the end, you were a lousy girl.

You allowed yourself and Leon to get infected. You allowed Luis to die. You were a secondary character in Leon's life story because Krauser didn't even mention you. You weren't Leon. Now, thinking about it, you didn't know why Leon wasn't sent alone because God knew he could've survived without a person covering him from above or her stupid patching abilities.

You were just a girl who was suppose to die. A girl wasn't allowed to train beside Leon.

You were nothing.

Leon slowly looked at you, "Hey, are you okay?" He asked gently. He was treating you like a wounded animal, you wish you could be offended by it, but you knew if he didn't speak to you in that tone. You would think of running off or making an excuse on running off. But all that question made was you slump over.

"I'm tired." You mumbled. "I'm tired of dealing with merchant. I'm tired of chasing around Ashley. I'm so fucking tired." You hugged your legs against your chest. Leon nodded his head, "I can see why." He answered in that same tone of yours.

A small flashback appeared in your mind, you remembered how Leon came back from Krauser's training with cuts and a sore body. That same bitterness came into mind once again. Burning your skull with your useless self.

He has a true reason to be tried while all you had was your sorry ass kicking itself over and over. Begging for pity.

You stayed quiet. Feeling that damn bug, walking around and making her feel worse; Leon's hands cupped each other. You two were alone. Both struggled with an issue neither wanted to talk about, but you knew your issues, so that was enough.

Your finger scratched the inside of your ear.

"I'm," You struggle to even find your own words because every word after that ends with a wall, "I'm sorry." You whispered. Your legs crossed underneath your body, you wanted to say more, but what else there to say. "If I did a better job saving Luis," Your mouth turned dry, "If I," Your fingers squeezed together and repeated hit your chest, "I did a good job as your partner. This wouldn't end like this."

Leon tried to call out your name, but that anger of yours stood more. "I wanted to make myself proud. Make sure I can handle this."

"Handling this doesn't make it easier for me either." Leon remarked quickly. You nodded your head, "Well, you are Leon S. Kennedy. The president's favorite agent and everyone's favorite rookie." You mumbled annoyed.

"Seriously?" He scratched the back of his head, "You are just," Leon looked around the empty section of the castle they cleared out, "Jealous of me?"

"Envious."

"Well, I'm not." Leon folded his right leg and let his left leg stretched out. "I hate my life. I'm given a responsibility I never wanted. Krauser just saw me as his younger version of himself." Leon ruffled his blond locks of hair. "And that dick turned evil. That's fun." His head tilted a tiny bit towards you. Leon squeezed his thigh.

"Well, I'm nothing compared to you." You mumbled. "They don't even bother remembering my name." You recalled how everyone knew Leon's name, but Krauser being behind of this made more sense. "I'm just..." Your flashbacks betrayed you when Luis looked at you.

He smiled at you.

He saw you.

"I don't know who I am." Like it or not, you wanted praise for your achievements. Before Leon could answer or even you to hate yourself- Leon and you feel even more to the ground. The bug was picking more inside of you, running around and making itself a space. "Leon!" You cried out weakly. Your hand stretched out to get his hand. He grabbed your hand tightly with his.

The pain was running throughout the body. The black veins around your body were growing around your arms. You felt the burn with every inch. The veins crawled up. Up your neck and slowly up your face. You grabbed Leon's hand tighter, desperately trying to find peace and hope in this situation.

What will happen once the plagas effects them? Will they be mindless creatures every once in a while crying out 'Las Plagas' or muttering about the Lord Saddler?

Your stomach was gnawing at itself, bubbles of acid raised inside of your body. The damn bug was biting and biting. Controlling your stupid nervous system. You couldn't speak. It was grunts. Whines. Your body twitched over and over as the bug clawed and clawed. Your hand squeezed his tightly, your nails clawed and drew out his blood from his forearm.

Leon growled with pain, his arms instinctively twitched to hold you, but his own bugs was making his body hurt yet he tried to protect. His arms wrapped around your body, holding your clawing arm against his chest. Both of your body twitched over and and over. Clashing against each other. Who knows how long it lasted? It could've been days. Seconds. Weeks.

But once it ended, Leon and you were in that small silence. His arms around your waist. You let out a small sob, and your forehead rested on his chest. No matter the situation, blood and wounds always tied you two together. Leon's hand gently held your cheek, it was silent a moment as he comforted you with his touch. Like it or not. You were his partner and you loved it.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam vs Mammon

Based on the rp blog @fanofstuff01

Adam: Do I have to go to this meeting? You always complain about how boring and what a waste of time they are.

Lucifer: Well, as Hell's newest King it's only a matter of time before you'd meet all the sins anyway. Might as well get it out of the way before Sinsmas.

Adam and Lucifer were currently riding in the limo down to the other side of Pride where the Sins meeting was going to take place. Since recently getting married and with twins on the way it was important that Adam get well acquainted with the sins.

But that also meant dealing with that loud mouth Mammon.

Adam: Yeah I guess so.

He placed his hand on his belly and gently rubbed they were so excited to be having kids together at long last.

They pulled up to the building and got out of the limo, Luicfer helped Adam out and they went inside. They sat on the thrones at the high end of the table. Since Adam was crowned King now he had to start attending these meetings at least before the twins came.

Adam sat beside Lucifer holding his hand and the other on his belly. It was like the damn thing grew overnight. He's four months or 17 weeks along.

The sins started to pile into the room and Adam tried not to give Mammon the stink eye. Fucking fat bastard thinks he can just step on Lucifer like he's a bug under his god damned shoe? At least Satan apologized when he broke Lucifer's thumb accidentally.

Lucifer: Good, everyone is here so-

Mammon: Why the fuck is he here?

Lucifer clenched his jaw, they haven't even been here five minutes and already this shit show was acting up. Adam glared at him.

Lucifer: Don't start. Adam is here to-

Mammon: To be an eye sore? Because honestly Lu you-

Adam didn't hear the rest of what he said because his temper flared, something hot inside his core ignited and it wanted out. It wanted out now.

Adam slammed both hands on the table, he felt like a man possessed as he stared down the sin of Greed on the other end of the meeting table.

Adam: The only eye sore in this room is you, you fat ugly piece of Christmas jester garbage. STOP interrupting him!

Luicfer's eyes went wide, what the Hell had gotten into Adam? Sure Mammon was a rude sack of shit but Lucifer could handle him. This little outburst where the other sins were stunned, made Mammon burst out laughing.

Mammon: Oh please!

He got up from his seat and circled the table until he was right by Adam, Lucifer was ready to snap him in half in case he tried anything. Mammon stuck his finger out pointing at Adam..

Mammon: Really Lu? This? You really ought to get your bitch in lin- INE!!

Adam felt that heat only got stronger and he grabbed Mammons finger and with strength he didn't know he possessed, snapped his pointer finger like a twing. He shoved the sin of Greed so hard he landed on his fat ass making the meeting room quake.

Lucifer: .... Adam?

He peered around to look at his husband and was shocked to see his eyes were wholly red, no other color there. His face pinched in a snarl as he glared at Mammon.

Mammon: Why you little bitch!!

He got up and was about to charge at Adam, but Adam held out his hand and in a burst of Hell's flame his guitar axe appeared and he used it to smack Mammon directly in the face making him stumble back before Adam came down and embedded it into Mammons foot.

Step on his fucking husband.

Mammon howled in pain, that shouldn't hurt!? What the fuck?

Mammon: The fuck is that made of angelic steel!?

Adam: Yes actually.

He twisted the blade more, black blood pooled and gushed onto the floor.

Adam: Or did you forget who the fuck I am? I was a commander for a fucking reason you cunt, so I suggest you sit down, stop interrupting my fucking husband or the next place this axe will go is in your fucking skull!!

That last part came out more demonic, flames escaped Adams mouth and the lights flickered.

Mammon actually looked nervous.

Lucifer went over and placed a hand on Adams shoulder, which made Adam relax.

Lucifer: I think he's had enough for now, Addie.

Adam blinked, his eyes going back to that beautiful golden shade Lucifer loved so much. He turned and pulled his guitar out of Mammons foot. Lucifer guided Adam back to his seat as Mammon limped away to his own.

He kept an arm around Adams waist for the rest of the meeting, more so to keep his husband in place. And to feel his lovely curves.

Lucifer: Anyone else? No? Good, let's get this meeting underway.

[drea-ms]

SMOKED CIGARETTES AND EMPTY BEER BOTTLES. GETO SUGURU

げとうすぐる. Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk, On your cigarette break. I can't afford to love someone, not the way we loved each other.

warnings. heavy angst. no happy ending. hurt NO comfort at all. major character death. suicide mentions. depression and anxiety. mentions of smoking and drinking. toxic situationship. right person not enough time trope. canon complient? haibara lives tho so 🤷‍♀️. slight mention of suguru x oc (nakamura kyouko) but it's not mentioned or deep enough. sugu n reader r NAWT okay. not proofread, but when has my shit never not been proofread? grammar mistakes. inspired by xanny by billie eilish.

masterlist. next

A six pack box of beer, (the sweet ones, you never like the bitter taste of beer.) the sunset looking as beautiful as ever, and you sitting on the rooftop, a cigarette you stole from shoko in your hand (You didn't smoke. You used it as to have something your hands could play with). Life as a traumatized jujutsu student couldn't get better than this. Hell, you wished you could've gone back to the time before your fight with him. You knew you couldn't stop him, you knew you both weren't good for each other, but that's what made it work for you and Suguru. At least you thought it did.

Leading to the weeks before the fight, was the death of Riko. You knew she was somewhat close to Suguru, like a little sister. He told you about her, it was sweet that he had a sister like figure. Then after her death was the almost death of Haibara. You knew something was up that day, so you headed to where Yu was clearing a mission and saved his life, the only consequence was the fact that you were hurt more than him. He got upset, you understood him. But at the same time you didn't.

You understood that he liked to smoke, and you didn't. You understood that you liked drinking more than smoking, and he didn't. Complete opposites, yet fit each other so well.

Your mother told you it was best for you to get a therapist (one that knows about jujutsu.) so that they could help you. (it worked for a bit, but can you fix what was already broken?) Later, you got diagnosed with Anxiety, they told you to take medication for it, you did. (You never liked taking pills. After the incident with an old friend you couldn't handle them.) All of this was never told to Suguru. Not like he would care, right?

Why would you tell him? it's not like the two of you were dating, if anything, he was more interested in her. (You wouldn't blame him, Nakamura Kyouko was a beauty.) Why would it bother him that you don't tell him anything? Why does he get jealous when other guys flirt with you? why does he act like your boyfriend when he isn't? You don't understand Geto Suguru.

He has her. But why does he always keep coming back to you?

Then there was the fight, the one between you and him. The one where he couldn't hold back and tell you everything he thought of you. You weren't even sure what started the the fight, but you were sure that you lost the moment he brought up how useless you were, he was comparing you to how she could do better then you. (Why did Suguru bring her up? Kyouko made sure that she didn't have a thing with Suguru, that instead she wasn't ready for a relationship at all. You couldn't blame her. not when he was right.)

"Do you understand what I'm saying? you're weak, [name]. You always have been! Why can't you get that through your thick skull?! You put others before yourself. You don't even have a grade level! You're useless in the jujutsu world. What more do you want to know?! Huh?" you see even sure if he was yelling or not, to inside your mind to figure it out.

"There's a reason as to why, Geto. There's a god damn reason as to why I don't have a grade level as a jujutsu sorcerer. You wanna know why Suguru? Huh?! You wanna know why the ever loving fuck I don't have a grade level like the rest of you all?! Because as of the time I'm living and willy be living, I am considered a threat to the jujutsu world. My technique hasn't been used since eons! No one is sure when my technique is ready, no one knows when I'll lose control and kill everything single fucking living think I come across of. Get through your thick fucking skull Geto." tears starting coming out of you, harsh. You didn't want to cry infront of him. Because if you did, the he would've known that he won the argument. So you did what you've done best.

You left.

Now that you think about it, you missed it when it was just you and him, with no care in the world, where you were still in a complicated relationship with him. Where the only argument you had with him that was serious was when he kissed you with him smelling like cigarettes.

"C'mon Sugu, don't kiss me on the side walk! Everyone's gonna see and it's crowded here!" you would pout at him, which made him weak in the knees

"[nickname], it's my only break I have where—" "Where you can smoke, yadayada, just... don't smoke and then kiss me?" you ask, lips kissing his nose.

"Of course," he smiled at you, you smiled back.

You missed those days.

Now that you were out of your head, the alcohol making you dizzy, and looking at the sunset, you realized that you weren't cut out to be part of this hell. After leaving the fight with Suguru, you avoided him and then avoiding going to school altogether, you started going to therapy more often (it helped i little, then it didn't, you were later diagnosed with depression. Yay.) then dropping out of therapy after.

You knew that, what you were doing was the better option for everyone and yourself. You wrote letters to everyone in jujutsu high (including the higher ups, but you just cursed them out and told them that in the next life you would kill them with your own hands.) and You left your dorm at night, opting to to stay at an inn under a different name. You wrote two letters to Suguru that night. Only heading back to the school dorms to leave them on his door.

Now standing up in the rooftop, you decided to turn around, not facing the sunset, not looking down at how high the building you broke into was, instead, you closed your eyes and fell backwards.

With not one care in the world.

(NOTICE FROM THE JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS; [lastname] [firstname], the unregistered grade sorcerer is no longer a threat. please get rid of any file related to her.)

NOTES ; half of my blog is literally angst related. i can NEVER write happy and fluffy things, except for saiki..... i love writing angst like alot idk i think while listening to music and then boom angst idea! anyways, please tell me if you enjoy this price i wrote this one lil an hour, also send reqs in my ask box!! i'm bored!!!

[mara-xx217]

I'M ALIIIIVEEEE! And ready to ask for the good stuff.

Now, imagine survivor reader x Nemesis (I have been craving the stars big boy, and gender neutral if possible), he localize reader because a zombie was following them, hatch is open and reader try to "befriend" Nemesis, but they want something more than just their item.

aka TENTACLES, manhadling and if it can be reader getting fucked over a pallet *chef kiss*

More Nemmy YAY!!!~

Warnings: Gn!Reader, Slight Dubcon, Tentacles, Pants Ripping, Little Prep But It's Only Because He's Excited, Monster Dick, F U C K I N G, Massive Load

It's been an average match for you. Poor Jill and Chris got absolutely wrecked by Nemesis, but that was to be expected. You did try to help them out, but they just rebuffed your and Meg's help, knowing full well it was totally pointless. Meg tried anyways, and got clocked in the process, hooked in the basement with Jill and Chris, and all three of them got sacrificed together. Damn- Well, they did warn her not to...

A zombie had started to follow you as you were looking for hatch. This asshole- It was only a matter of time before Nemesis found you, and of course he did while you were in the main hall, slamming a pallet down on the zombie's knees in order to get him to stop following you around.

Oh shit...

"Heeey, big guy! Woah-! Wait! Look!" As he took three stomps in your direction, you dropped your tool box in between the two of you. The pallet was behind you, fitted in between the reception desk and some crates that none of you could open, for whatever reason. Nemesis looked at you, or you think he was. His face didn't emote and you couldn't even make out his eyes. Was he considering it? He closed the distance in between the two of you, which made your heart leap up into your throat, but his steps almost seemed lighter in a way and less like he was about to stomp your shit in.

"Uh- Wow, I keep forgetting how big you are. Hehe- So, are we good? Do you- Uh- want the p-pallet...?" Your voice trembled slightly as he towered over you, cocking his head to the side slowly as his hand twitched. If you're gonna down me, please don't punch me in the face... You screwed your eyes shut, squeaking as he raised his hand, but to your surprise-

"U-UUUGH-?! What the-?!"

You laughed nervously as Nemesis's tentacle slid against your cheek, as though it were a tongue tasting you. It was slimy and hot, but it didn't hurt at all, not like how it did whenever he'd whip you or the other's with it. It felt... W-Well... You squirmed and squawked as it slithered under the collar of your shirt, flicking around your shoulder and inching its way down your collar bone and your sternum.

"W-Woah-! WOAH-! W-What are- Hahahaha- What are y-you doing there...? E-EUUUEEEGH-!?~ HURK-!"

Saliva caught in your throat as Nemesis grabbed you by the top of your head like you were some kind of ball, with little to no weight behind you whatsoever. You could barely hear yourself under the pounding of your heart under his massive, broad fingertips, your pulse bouncing off your skull and almost producing an echo in your head, which would make sense as only some kind of dumbass with no brain would have allowed themselves to get into this situation in the first place.

"W-WARRGH-! C-C'mon, man! D-Don't with the- the hands-! ARE YOU GONNA CRUSH MY SKULL?! J-JUST CHILL-!!!" You yelped as you were roughly manhandled. Was he getting pissed? Maybe frustrated was a better way to describe it. You could hear Nemesis growling and grumbling under his breath, snarling as he wrestled you around. The tentacle was squirming underneath your clothing, making you ticklish and feel- Oh GOD why does it feel kind of good?! You began to hyperventilate, breaking out into hysterical squeals of laughter as the seat of your pants was grabbed and pulled on, hard.

RIIIIIIP!!!

W-What the FUCK was even happening?!

The wind was knocked out of you as you were slammed gut down onto the pallet. You couldn't believe that it held your dead weight, always noticing how flimsy they felt whenever you slammed them down in the middle of a chase. Nemesis's tentacle slid down your torso, meeting some resistance as it pressed against your tightly squeezed thighs.

"H-HA-! AHHH-?!~ W-WHAT THE- DON'T-! E-EEEUUUGHH-?!~"

An undignified, ugly sound escaped the back of your throat. It felt like a damn scale-less snake trying to burrow itself in between your legs! You flailed and dug your palms into the pallet's rough wooden edges, kicking your legs out in an attempt to squeeze out of Nemesis's tight grip around your waist and head.

Oh no- You aren't going anywhere, that's for certain. And it was only a matter of time before that tentacle of his slipped in between the valley of your thighs and attacked you in the most sensitive, personal places possible. Why is he even doing this?! Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to fight it off. It was ticklish and felt so damn wrong, yet you couldn't deny the heat that was blooming in your lower abdomen as your pants were ripped further and the slipper appendage managed to find purchase between your legs.

"O-OUUUUGH-!!! FUCK-!~"

It had absolutely no right to feel that damn good dragging against you. The tentacle squirmed, eventually thrusting back and forth against your sex as its tip prodded around for your entrance. Blood was diverted from your brain to your crotch, making your already confused and flustered brain even more addled. You couldn't stop shameless moans from leaving your mouth, so loud that they bounced off the main hall's walls and echoed in your ears. Your face twisted into horrified delight as your hole was tickled by Nemesis's thick tendril.

Oh no-

No, no-

M-May-be...

"G-GUUU- HUUUUH-!!!~ Y-YAAAAHH-!!!~"

Your body bent like an accordion as Nemesis's tentacle plunged inside of you. O-OWWW!!! FUCK-! IT HURTS-!!! ...but it didn't stop you from keening as your toes curled in delight. You were slipping up and down the slanted pallet, body shifting forwards from the force of the tendril fucking your body. N-No-! No! It's too big! You're gonna fucking break-! You shook your head and cried out, groaning deeply as your back arched and hips bucked against his tentacle. Your vision went blurry and your eyes rolled back into your head while your body trembled and shook violently.

"H-HNNNGH-!!!~ C-CUMMING-!!!~ W-WHA-?! NOOO-! WHY'DYA-?!" Just as your high crashed over you, Nemesis pulled his tendril out of your body, though not completely away from you. The thick, mucous-like substance that coated the appendage kept it practically glued to your body, which both disgusted you and made you shudder in delight. The disappointment you felt suddenly tightened into aroused terror as something immensely thick and hot prodded your leaking hole.

Oh FUCK-

"-on't fit- F-FUUUUCK-!!!~ I-I-It won't f-fuuuucking F-FIIIIT!!!~" You cried between gasps. Your orgasm seemed to increase in intensity the more Nemesis pressed into you. You couldn't see it, but his dick was somehow even more monstrous than the rest of his body.

It was almost as thick as your wrist and nearly as long as your forearm, with a spiny ridge that ran along the top of his length that started right where his glans met his shaft. Thick veins bulged under the thin skin of his cock, throbbing as you tried to squirm away from him before he totally destroyed your insides.

"H-HUU-!!! PLEASE! W-WON'T-!!! FUCK, B-BE GENTLE-!!!"

Something definitely broke when you were suddenly pulled down onto his cock. Nemesis was met with significant resistance when trying to push into you. Your body wasn't an unyielding obstacle though, buckling and tearing at the seams as enough pressure and force was applied against you.

You did scream, or you at least think you did. The sound of Nemesis grunting and snarling in combination with the pallet violently slamming against the desk and crates managed to drown out your rising voice.

FUCK-! HE WAS TEARING YOU APART-!!!"

You wanted to beg for him to slow down but you couldn't get anything out that wasn't a scream or a gasp for air. There wasn't any part of you that was ready to take on such a massive dick, but the fact you hadn't passed out yet was almost impressive. ...or it would have been if you were able to think about anything other than the cock that was leaving a clearly defined bulge in your lower abdomen every time Nemesis pounded into you. You couldn't even see it, but you didn't need to in order to know that the bioweapon was going to mold your insides to the shape of his dick by the time he was through with you...

God... How were you even alive still? Your brain and insides were mush from the force that Nemesis put behind his thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your body, in spite of the fact that you felt as much pain as you did pleasure. The bioweapon leaned over you, almost crushing you with his weight as he rocked into your body. Every bit of air in your lungs was squeezed out of you, and you could only gasp and flounder like a fish out of water as his movements became erratic and his cock began to swell and throb.

"H-HUUU-!!! GUUUUHHH!!!~ C-CAAAAA-!!! M-MMPFFFHH-!!!~"

You gritted your teeth, saliva pooling out of the corner of your mouth as you felt something begin to squirm inside of you. W-What the FUCK-?!

Tentacles must have sprouted out of Nemesis's dick, tickling your inner walls and pushing you even wider, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you as a sudden flood of molten hot cum pumped you full.

You squeal, kicking your legs out as Nemesis pushes your head down. He's had a tight grip on you this entire time, but surprisingly it didn't exactly hurt. He growled and groaned into the back of your head, his hips jerking at irregular intervals as he continued to cum.

Fuck- H-He's not stopping...!

You were so bloated with cum that you couldn't even move, let alone get up off the pallet and look for the hatch. What was he going to do? Hook you? You honestly didn't care what he did at this point. Your brain was fried and you could only groan softly as you were picked up and stuffed under his arm like some kind of football.

"G-Guuuhhh... H-Huh-? W-Wha-?"

Falling feet first through the hatch genuinely shocked you, but what shocked you more was that you found yourself back at the survivor's camp with your clothes intact and no cum inflated belly to speak of. It was incredibly awkward for you to make eye contact with Jill, Chris and Meg, but they and everyone else were none the wiser to the shenanigans that you got up to alone in R.P.D..

At least... you hope that's the case...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[ahegato]

Obey Me - Mains as Wild Cats

m.list

TW: swearing Characters: main Writer: Ahegato

Really this is just an opportunity for me to share some big kitty facts lmao

I'm called Gato for a reason y'kno?

please talk to me about cats, they're my hyperfixation and I don't get nearly enough time to talk about them :'(

LUCIFER = Jaguar

the jaguar is no doubt the fiercest big cat out there

tigers and lions may be bigger, but their bite force is significantly weaker than that of a jaguar

and the jaguar also bites through the skull rather than the throat, which is hardcore af

if the lion is king of the jungle, the jaguar is the god of the jungle

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MAMMON = Cougar

just like mammon, the mountain lion is all meow and no bite

they're actually big cowards and would rather run away

will only fight if they get pressured and none of the bluffing managed to scare you off

known to be one of the cuddliest cats in captivity and, differently from big cats like lions and tigers, they can still purr like a cat

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LEVIATHAN = Cheetah

cheetahs actually have crippling anxiety and often need emotional support dogs when in captivity

only built for speed and nothing else, they heavily lack in all other areas, which makes existing rather difficult for them

they often get their meals stolen from lions, leopards and hyenas, similar to how Levi feels like his brothers are stealing you from him lmao

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SATAN = Leopard

not the biggest, not the strongest, but god damn do they get a lot of pressure from competition

leopards literally have to pull their meals up a tree just to get it to themselves

to make the above fact more crazy, the food they put in trees are usually bigger than they are

hyenas and lions often bully the smaller feline, which would probably leave them with a lot of pent up aggression towards them (similar to how satan feels about lucifer)

the only difference between leopards and cheetahs regarding that pressure is that cheetahs basically give up right away while leopards might put up more of a fight

leopards also seem to be rather hissy in captivity

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ASMODEUS = Lion

lions aren’t that much more sexual than other large kitties

BUT male lions literally has like a harem of lionesses

also have you SEEN a horny lioness before? they’re downright slutty

also also

the lion is the only feline I’ve heard of that has ✨gay sex✨ with each other (and funnily enough, a male is often more gentle when mating with another male than with a female)

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BEELZEBUB = Tiger

tigers are friendly and surprisingly familial for solitary animals

stranger tigers can in some cases share meals together and they do it without practically starting a civil war like lions do with members of their own pride

tigers like to greet each other by chuffing, and they even do this to other creatures (including humans) they like

I love tigers so much man please help

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BELPHEGOR = Snow Leopard

neither are very social and they prefer to be by themselves

only difference is that snow leopards aren’t dangerous to humans while belphegor definitely is (was)

they also prefer not to get into fights

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DIAVOLO = Liger

yes yes I know, this is technically not a wild cat since they’re all born in captivity

but come on. you can see the similarities, right?

first of all, ligers are fucking HUGE. like seriously, look them up

they weigh twice as much as the siberian tiger (which is the largest wild cat in the world)

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BARBATOS = Clouded Leopard OR Jaguarundi

straight up vibes here too

they just kinda remind me of Barb for some reason??

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SIMEON = Lynx

not at all dangerous to humans and would much rather hide or run away from a threat

they’re more like extra feral house cats than something like a lion

they’re smol and actually rather talkative with humans in captivity

(the ones you see on youtube that are growling or hissing are usually bobcats, which is really just a grumpy, younger cousin or sibling of the lynx)

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LUKE = Black Footed Cat

known as the deadliest cat on the planet, with a hunting success at 60%

coincidentally also one of the smallest cats on the planet, weighing in at 1-2 kg

that’s less than that of a domestic cat, which are usually at 4 kg

there isn’t really much more that put them together, but you can see the similarities right?

an alternative could be the sand cat, but they're a bit larger

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SOLOMON = Serval

it’s just the vibes, man

servals are very playful kitties, but they also don’t let you get too close to them or they get hissy

kinda like with Solomon, as he does enjoy your company but still has a wall that keeps you from getting closer

zoomies, hissing, pouncing

✦ written 2023 ✦ posted 22/05/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

[ddracula0]

Nail Tech Choso x Reader

Uncle Sukuna Au ofc ofc

Tw I don’t know shit about nails

"Your girlfriend came in today."

"She's not my girlfriend." Choso said pointing a glare at his uncle.

" Well she's obviously something considering you didn't ask me to clarify who I was talking about." He grinned. " Anyways she told me to tell you she missed you."

"Aw." Choso smiled not letting a full grin spread across his face.

"Aw I know you want to smile more than that." Sukuna cooed.

" Shut up."

His uncle could see the heat rising to to his cheeks.

"She likes you, you know."

"Choso!" You exclaimed as you walked through the door. The shop was mostly empty but you'd done the same if it was packed. "Oh my gosh I missed you!" You giggled as you rushed over.

" Could you be any fucking louder" Sukuna groaned

"You're giving me a damn headache"

" Kuna!" You greeted just as excitedly. " Look at how good these still look" you said holding up your nails to show him.

"They still look fine why are you here?" He asked pointedly.

" I'm here to give you my money and this is how you treat me? You huff "My sisters getting married and rhinestones and skulls aren't quite the vibe."

"Do you have a picture of your dress?" Choso asked.

" Yeah it's somewhere in here." You said as you scrolled through your phone. " It's actually the cutest, it's super flowly and it has this huge bow in the back. It's like this soft pink color- here it is." You say as you pass him the phone.

He examines the photo, "You look really nice in it."

" You think?" You beam

"Yeah you look really nice in pink"

"Aw thanks I was trying to decide between pink or yellow and I was starting to think I made the wrong choice."

"You made the right choice." He said as he reached for your hand. "Did Sukuna do these?"

" Yeah you can tell because he was sparing with the gems." You huffed. " That's why I like you."

" Oh so you only like me because I give you extra gems." He laughed.

" No no, I like you because you're nice to be around." You said seriously. "Speaking of which do you want to come as my plus one to the wedding. My family hate each other it's going to be a shit show plus there's food."

"Deal."

"Mhm so what are you thinking for the nails?"

" Flowers are always safe I'm thinking a hibiscus accent nail."

You hum, "I trust your judgment."

You two began to talk about your week as Choso soaked your nails and began prepping them for your next set.

" How's Yuji?" You asked.

" Dude he's such a menace. He figured out if he looks really sad he can get me to do stuff for him."

" Aww." You laugh.

" He's staying with his grandpa for the summer so he hasn't been able to guilt me as much."

" Aww I miss him, give him a hug for me when you see him."

" I will he smiled."

You watched as his smile turn to a focused frown as he began to paint the hibiscus onto your index finger. This was always your favorite part of getting your nails done. You enjoyed studying the way his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, the way he was gentle while holding your fingers contrasting the death grip he had on his brush. You liked looking at the tattoos that littered his wrist. You liked to imagine what his hair looked like down since he'd always had it up for work. You enjoyed fully taking in his presence.

" How do these look." He says snapping you out of you daze.

"Good." You respond too quickly.

"You didn't even look at them he grumbles."

You look down at your nails a grin quickly spreading across your face. " Oh my god Cho these look amazing.

They're going to look so good with my dress." You beam. " You always do such an amazing job."

He smiled content with your reaction. "No problem."

Once your nails had dried you went to the register, where Sukuna inspected your nails to make sure everything had been done properly. He hummed in approval.

" He does such an amazing job doesn't he." You beamed.

"That's the only reason we keep him around." He cackled. Choso sent a glare his way.

You paid and began to make your way to the door. " I'll pick you up at 2 on Saturday, okay?" You yelled to Choso.

"Sounds good." He replied as you began to leave.

"Aw a date." Sukuna teased.

" Shut up."

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Valentine's Day Special

I did it! I got it finished! As a thank you to everyone who has given kudos and comments, and because Valentine's Day is coming up, here's a smuterific one-shot featuring: pegging, butt stuff, Astarion having feelings, Eleanor has dom tendencies she didn't know about, and Astarion getting nice things!

Rated a very, very E for smut.

Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah I’d like to fuck you.

Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he won’t forget.

“Legs up,” he says. “Pull your knees up. Better leverage.” You do. He leans back, bracing his hands on your knees. Moving himself so you hit his sweet spot ruthlessly. Another peek at you, pleasure painted over every line of his body. “Fuck me, Eleanor.”

The inn is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Two stories, shutters closed against the torrent, lantern light turning puddles and muddy streets golden.

You’re going to cry. Not that anyone will be able to tell in this storm. Poor Karlach has been hidden in a cloud of steam since the downpour began.

“Gods, I’m not taking another step unless it’s towards the front door of that inn,” Astarion says, voice pitched firmly into bitchy. “I am not slogging through one more minute of this filth.”

Filth being the inches-deep trough of mud the road has turned into. Y’all are coated up to the knees.

“A warm bed and a warmer bath would be nice,” Wyll says. And if Mr. Of-the-Frontiers “I’m used to sleeping on rocks” is saying that, you know everyone is thinking it.

“Fuck,” you say. Eloquent as ever. “We got gold, right?”

“Plenty,” Gale says. His hair keeps sliding over his face in rivulets of water. He looks like a sad, wet cat.

“Hope they got rooms.”

They have, in fact, got a packed-ass seating area, a handful of alcove bunks in a common area upstairs, and a single, small room with a modest bed (other travelers had the same idea when the storm hit).

Y’all’ve had a helluva day. Chasing down leads to some sort of bullshit or another. Half of y’all ain’t even here (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Halsin, and y’all’s new friends had split off to go hunt down something else).

Which meant when y’all triggered a bunch of undead critters in the shitpile of some tomb, y’all had to do a lot more work to clean up. Astarion took the brunt of it after the two of you (again) got separated from the others.

He stands there, hair plastered to his skull, not an ounce of pink in his complexion (and looking grayer than usual). That’s when the idea comes to you.

“Y’all mind if me and Astarion take the room?” you say.

Ain’t no way to be subtle about it. They all know what you two are about. Especially since that goddamn newspaper came out (it wasn’t neither of y’all’s fault the fucking graveyard grounds keeper was a nosy sunuvabitch who both took his job way too seriously, and took off sprinting to the Faerun equivalent of a tabloid newspaper after catching a glimpse of you.) (You’d finished by then, which was probably the only reason Astarion hadn’t run him down and shut him up.)

They’ve known you two were a couple for a long while. They’d assumed you two had been physical for longer than you actually had been.

“Really?” Karlach says, still steaming. “After all this?”

Astarion says nothing, though his eyebrows quirk in mild interest. The bags under his eyes are more prominent, the color almost bruise purple. His eyes are duller. He looks more corpserific than he has in a while.

You started it, he seems to say. So you finish it.

“I just wanna take a bath and lay in bed, and all my clothes gotta dry,” you say. “We both’ve seen each other naked.”

Clever mischief glints in Wyll’s eye. He’s the most solid out of all of you’uns. The one with the most rigorous sense of morality. Usually plays the straight-laced folk hero.

But the man’s damned charming, and his genial good will hides a wicked sense of humor.

“All the bunks have privacy screens,” he says. “We’ll all be drying out our belongings.”

Gale says nothing. Just stares into the middle distance as he hikes up a section of robe to wring about a liter of water out.

Wyll makes a show out of checking out the common room and y’all’s fellow travelers. “In fact, I see other couples doing just that.”

“I’m not saying we’re gonna fuck, but if we do, you really wanna sleep right next to that?”

Wyll snorts and waves a hand, smiling. “On second thought, I think I’ll pass.”

Karlach pulls a face. “In public?”

“Y’all said they got privacy screens. And you didn’t have no problem walking around tits out during that heatwave.”

“Which beds did we get?” Gale cuts in. He used up even his much-improved magic capacity trying to get you and Astarion out of that fucking trap sinkhole. He can’t even do his presto-tation cleaning spell to dry himself off.

So you end up taking the key and heading upstairs, Astarion trailing after you.

Bath water is something you gotta pay for, in Faerun. The tub’s in the room, and you’re free to haul up however many buckets from the well outside yourself. But that’s a lot of buckets to drag up a flight of stairs, and the inn keep don’t let customers heat it up over the fire themselves.

So a good hour after you and Astarion settle in, you finally got a bath drawn and steaming.

“You go first,” you say.

Astarion sits on the bed in nothing but his drawers, wrapped in a blanket. He don’t get hypothermia—undead and all—but he does get real achy in the cold.

He gives you a small, tired smile, and lets the blanket (and his drawers) slide down.

You still ain’t super used to seeing a cock all bare. Not more than what your occasional forays into porn showed—so mostly just the part not currently buried in somebody. It hangs more forward than you thought it would. Also smaller than you thought it’d be (again, porn and both unrealistic standards, and flaccid ones are smaller).

You make yourself look away. But not before Astarion—ever alert and enough of a bastard to make that your problem—notices.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Where once that line would have been pure, silken debauchery, his voice is calmer when he’s alone with you, now. Still carries a flirty lilt (he always does with everyone), but with less performance woven through it.

“Just curious,” you say. “And I like watching you—not creepily, I mean. Anyway, if you want a bath and then the bed—for sleeping only—I’m down for that.”

“Mmm,” he says. Steps into the water and hisses. He eases himself down slow. Finally sits and all but melts against the wedge of the wooden tub, eyes closed and head tilted back. “Yet you requested this little love nest for us. And that cunning mind of yours always has at least three ideas fluttering around.

Said with a wiggle of his fingers around his temple.

He’s got a long neck. Stretched out like that, his adam’s apple stands out. As do his bite scars.

“We really can just sleep,” you say.

Now he cracks one, red eye open. Tilts his head to better peer over at you. Swirls his hand in the water as he waits for an answer.

He’s being patient with you. Says you’re patient with him, but you can count on three fingers all the people you ever actually wanted to bed, and none of them ever got that far. It’s not an ordeal for you to wait. You don’t have any expectations for him in that department (which you suspect had been a huge relief for him, and one of the reasons y’all’ve worked out).

He does so much for you. He’s helped you work through hangups you didn’t even know you had. He’s saved your ass more times than you can count, directly and not.

“If you wanted,” you start slow. “And you can say no at any point. But, if you wanted, I thought we could take a night and I could learn, um. We could learn what you like better. Just you. Or, well, me focusing on you.”

His idle finger twirling stops. He stills, both eyes open now and fixed on you. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then his lips part. His words stutter and he frowns. Then, “You want to give me pleasure.”

Every word slow and enunciated. Not…trepidation, exactly. And not quite disbelieving. He trusts you, he’d said. He’s just verifying for the sake of both’ve you.

“I’m curious,” you repeat, so deliberate and nonchalant it’s borderline teasing.

“Pleasure me how?” Astarion says. Once again, flicking at the bathwater.

Aaand the rest on AO3 so tumblr doesn't slap me.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can you write one where Y/n passes out during a bad argument with Overhaul? She gets too overheated and then bam hits the ground.

Despite the many flaws the man had you still loved him with all of your heart, and you knew he loved you as well despite of your own flaws. He showed that through actions, not words.

But God dammit, sometimes you wished he wasn't such a fucking arrogant jerk sometimes.

If by any means, Kai Chisaki was the most stubborn man you ever met. When he put something inside that thick skulls of his; nothing, I meant NOTHING can make him change his mind sometimes. Especially if he thinks is the best decision.

Which lead you both right here on this argument. You just didn't saw the damn reason why he insisted on selling drugs even though he didn't liked or Pops approved of it.

But no. He continued. So that's why you slammed the door of where he was as soon as you got to know he was back from another deal.

"Kai I swear to God we talked about this!" You seethed as he just continued to clean his hands.

"Good afternoon to you too angel." He spoke monotonously but you got the slight bit of annoyance coming from his voice.

"I swear why do you keep doing this?" You sighed while rubbing rubbing your temples, a way to try to ease yourself "is not the first not the second time someone had to scold you for doing shit like these!"

His eyes squinted close a bit as his eyebrows frowned, that comment struck a nerve on him and you knew it.

"By doing "shit" like this, I start to earn more money and more respect ti the Shie Hassaikai." He spoke nonchantly but still glaring at you as you crossed your arms "Don't act like you know better than I do with these sort of business."

Oh that asshole.

"Excuse me?!"

"It seems like you understood what I said just fine." He growled while standing up to look down at you.

So basically from just a few dry comments the argument turned from 8 to 80 pretty quickly. While usually your discussions were always quiet and controlled, this one was not that type... you raised your voice, then he started to raise his voice too.

You didn't knew how much time you both were screaming against each other. Both were exhausted and stressed, you from his doings and worry about him while Chisaki was stressed due to his constant works and the feeling of being useless to thr boss he wanted to show his gratitude ever since he was little.

"You're insufferable." He growled while turning his back to you as you started to laugh at him.

"Oh yeah says the hypocrite now." You bite back but now you started to feel a bit... hot.. hot in the chest...

"Can you shut your damn mouth for just one second?!" He hissed running his gloved hand down his face "I am the one who is going to be leader soon, I KNOW what I am doing."

"You know is not right neither of Pops wishes." You muttered, having to put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself... the feeling was getting stronger, it was like you were suffocating....

"HOW CAN YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT SOMETHING IS MOT RIGHT EVEN YOU DONT KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT THIS?!" He finally shouted loud enough "STOP TRYING TO STEP OVER ME. YOURE NOTHING-"

"Kai stop-" you whimpered as he got closer as he huffed... why was your vision getting blurry?

"Oh now you want me to stop?" He hissed and rolled his eyes as you stumbled over a bit "Now playing the victim? I swear-"

Thud

He stopped talking immediately and froze on his place as you fell abruptly on the ground... hyperventilating.

Shit.

"(Y/n) stop joking about this-" he growled while kneeling down, despite his harsh words his middle and index finger were already on your pulse as his eyes widened a bit, a few holes starting to appear on his forearm "(Y/n) I swear-"

You swore you tried to answer but you felt like you were being choked as your boyfriend just seemed to get more anxious at seeing this.

"Hey hey HEY DO NOT DARE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES-" he was shouting again... but you were too tired to even flinch.

Everything turned black.

.

.

You cracked your eyes open... it seemed like you had slept for hours due to the foreign sensation.

You groaned while moving your hand to rub your head... probably the area where you hitted when you fell on the ground earlier.

Pekking a but you almost gasped at looking the time it was on the clock. Apparently it had been three hours since you were knocked out.

"God." You groaned... not knowing what to think or even do first ag this situation until you heard the door opening and seeing the face of basically in law.

"Oh dear you're finally awake." The old man spoke in shock as he left the cup of tea he was drinking on the nightstand "How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy." You grumbled "Asides from that I'm fine ... I guess."

Pops nodded before sighing and immediately bowing his head afterwards.

"I deeply apologize. As soon as I heard Chisaki's shouting I should have know something was wrong."

"Just him being stubborn as always..." You rolled your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend "Where even is he?"

"Basically beating himself up for making you faint. But he would rather die than say that out loud." The man sighed and you nodded, about to get up until his wrinkled hand pushed your shoulder gently back "if you want to speak to him I will call him to come here. You need to rest a bit." He said as a manner of fact tone as you blinked.

But I slept for three hours... you thought before sighing and grabbing your phone..... to be honest you couldn't even open one app before you shrieked at the door being slammed open, your very much distressed and full of hives boyfriend just arrived...

You stared back at him and it was a awkward staring contest between the two of you before you saw his Adam apple bob up and down a bit before he took a few hesitant steps towards your shared bed.

"... you look like you were on a actual match with rappa... without your quirk." You muttered and he frowned even more, not daring to move closer to you before he took off his black mask.

"That's the first thing you're going to say after all this?" He muttered, his lips jotted onto a pout that if you weren't annoyed with you would have kissed.

"What do you want me to say? Thanks for giving me a panic attack?" You answered bitterly and you regretted a bit after seeing the slight flinch his shoulders showed.

"... I... I never meant to... to bring you that feeling." He muttered, not quite looking at you anymore.

"You do a lot of things without actually thinking of the consequences."

It was quiet again before a defeated sigh left his lips...

Funny that it has been ages that you both had gone through the awkward stage... but now, it seemed like a huge wall was between you guys.

Sighing, you looked at him.

"Kai I know how the hassaikai is important to you... but not always what you do is the best, which is okay. All of us make mistakes." Your lips wobbled "And I can't just stay quiet when I see what you're doing is wrong and bringing you harm as well." Your voice cracked at the last sentence...

"I may not know the true concept of the hassaikai or how to deal with entirely but...." a sob escaped your lips "But I do understand you... or at least I think I do. And I just know this isn't making you go anywhere or doing you any good."

A deep sigh left him as you sniffled, hesitantly you watched his body move enough so he could sit with his back turned towards you, spreading his legs as he supported his arms on them as he hung his head low... still not close enough to touch you.

"... you do know." He muttered lowly after a while "You do know a lot about the hassaikai and most importantly about... myself."

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

"I never meant to hurt you with my decisions... I just think is a more quicker and efficient method sometimes. ... " he frowned while looking down at his feet. "And is just so easy if we do this instead of going through this path the old man wants-"

"But is worthy it? Losing your own humanity for something like this?" You interrupted him, and while knowing he hated when someone did this, you saw how he actually stopped to think about it.

"... I don't mind losing my humanity... I don't even think I have much to be honest." You were about to argue back until your breath catched when you felt his hand blindly searching yours, and when he finally found it, he grasped it tightly... but not enough to hurt.

"But..." he whispered "If that means is bringing you harm... or that I might lose you due to my actions... then..." his jaw clenched while he glared at the ground "Is... It isn't worth it."

Your eyes watered at his words before a dopey smile appeared on your lips as you started to get up to hug him tightly from the back.

"What are-"

"I love you..." You whispered on his ear before pecking his cheek countless times as he stood there, not understanding where did this come from.

"I made you faint woman; what are you even saying?" He muttered while turning to meet your eyes until his golden eyes widened and body tensed up when you cupped his bare cheek and kissed him.

After just a few seconds he hesitantly closed his eyes and finally relaxed enough to welcome your lips on his.... his gloved hands not helping themselves as one grasped the back of your neck to pull you close as the other circled around your waist.

You broke it first and admired his slightly pink cheeks...

"Despite not agreeing... you would stop something crazy like that... for me?" You tried to confirm what he had said with a smile as he finally understood why you were so happy about. Cheeks burning even more than before as he averted his eyes away from you, only answering it with a click of his tongue.

You shaked your head with a gigggle at him before he shut you up with another more deeper kiss.

Yes he was stubborn. But as he said, if that meant losing you...

It wasn't worth it.

.

Kai chisaki heard the scold of his life from pops that night as you tried to convince the elder everything was okay later

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Story time from fish camp: content warning for the god damn dog

So, yeah, fish camp, forget connecting with nature, nature's connecting with you at high-speed impact via fish gut. Yes, the damn dog deserves every ounce of derision, buckle up, here we go.

Let's preface this by saying the dog does not go to fish camp. He stays at home. We are all aware of this issue. No one was surprised by this chain of events. Well, maybe the dog was surprised because he has half brain cell bouncing around in his useless skull but no one else was surprised.

So Adak is a gorgeous dog. He is a specimen of his breed. He goes out in public on a leash and strangers walk up and ask about his stud. We are talking kennel club level specifications.

He is also the most cringe fail fucked up canine who ever lived. You see pugs that can't breathe because their faces are too squashed and their legs don't work but their supposed to look like that because some eugenicists thought it would be fun to pose new and exciting questions about ethics. Those fuckups are intentional.

Adak is a retriever. He was intended to be a duck dog. He is meant to sit quietly next to you while you shoot a duck and then go get it for you. That's the entire purpose of his breed. He came from a litter of pups that do this competitively, and his owner used to train dogs to elite levels of competition. He now no longer does this for reasons we will get into in a moment, but suffice to say this dog started with higher expectations. He's not a Labrador he's a Chesapeake, a breed known for their intelligence but somewhere along the line something went fucking wrong.

The dog cannot retrieve. He doesn't know how. Its not instinctual and he refuses to learn. We have tried. People can't teach him, dogs can't teach him. He won't fetch a stick, or a dog toy or a training bumper or anything else you throw for him.

The dog is gunshy. He panics at the sound of a shot. Sometimes he forgets he's gunshy and there's a solid thirty seconds between the shot and when he decides to lose his shit.

The dog cannot sit quietly. If he is not the center of attention he makes sounds I have not heard from any other organic creature. Is is a squeaky hinge, a far off engine, something stuck in the garbage disposal? No, it's the dog, steadily getting louder because no one has looked at him in the last 2 minutes.

So yeah, arguably the worst possible example of a retriever. He's pretty, he's friendly, he's a good dog and a wonderful pet, just never expect him to do anything useful. Currently his primary function is vacuuming up toddler meals from underneath a highchair so he's happy.

But there's another peculiarity about this damn dog.

He has an engine fetish. A fixation, an obsession, whatever you care to call it. This animal's one true goal in life is to meld his skull to an engine plate and crack off all of his teeth on a spinning flywheel. Yes, some of this is learned behavior because he knows that when an engine starts up his people are off to go do things, fun things, and if he makes himself annoying enough he'll get to go with us. But that only accounts for about a third of how fucking bonkers this dog gets around internal combustion.

Fire up a snowmachine? His head is between the skis and he's doing his best to get inside the cowling. He has chiped his teeth trying to chew on a moving dirt bike tire. He has been run over multiple times, by multiple different machines. There is nothing you can do to dissuade this dog from hauling ass after a four wheeler. His mania is limited to small engines because if he was this stupid around cars he would have been roadkill years ago.

He's been to vets, he's been to experts. He has a wonderful doggy life with plenty of stimulus and affection and exercise and socialization. There's just something wrong with him.

So this is the animal we brought to fish camp. He's having the time of his life because he's surrounded by strangers who would love to pet him and stinky fish smells. Our camp has plenty of people so someone always has his leash to walk him around and he doesn't need to stay in his kennel. There are lots of other families here and a good number of them have wheelers for hauling people and nets and fish up and down the beach, but as long as he has a firm hand on his collar he is at least smart enough not to chase strangers wheelers. He can behave. He just loses his damn mind when it's a machine he recognizes.

We have a four wheeler with us, Adak is insufferable and loudly announcing to the entire beach that he's being cruelly oppressed because he's not allowed to eat the engine, or make love to the engine, or have some long and tender yearning romance with the engine, I don't know what goes through that dogs head, all I know is that passersby are looking at me like I'm skining this animal alive because that's what it sounds like.

We also have a boat, a mid size inflatable with an outboard. Our group has six families and it does make sense to show up with everything but the kitchen sink. Harvest from the beach is perfectly fine but dipnetting from a boat is fun.

There is no way the dog is going on the boat. There are too many people, too many moving parts, some of those parts being live flailing fish, and the dog is not going on the boat. Everyone knows this, including the dog. Yes, he's got a thing about boats too.

So what happens is this.

I've got the dog leash. I've already been out on the boat and now I'm taking a break and getting a rest while someone else has a go. The four wheeler is at the head of the beach, after being used to launch the boat. I'm braced against the dog for when the wheeler starts up again and he inevitably lunges for it.

People are loading into the boat at the waterline. While the dog and I are up on the gravel of the beach, they are down in the indescribable glacial river mud, slick as soap and thick as cement.

My sister inlaw comes down the beach, phone for photo taking purposes in one hand, coffee cup in the other, toddler strapped to her chest. She hands me her coffee cup, to better situate her dozing baby.

I take a hand off the leash and accept the cup.

My beloved husband pull starts the engine.

On the boat.

In the water.

I am suddenly 15 feet further down the beach than I was, skidding through the mud, heels digging a trail behind me. It is worth mentioning at this point that I out weigh the dog by a slim margin of about 30lbs. I let go of the leash. I'm not going in that fucking river.

The dog is going in the river. At speed. He's gonna be the first dog to eat a running propeller. In a river.

(Some dogs are smart enough to be current savvy and not endanger themselves swimming in rough waters. Based on the information you know about this dog, what do you think the odds are that Adak is smart enough for that?)

Despite everything, this animal is a beloved family pet and we do not want to see him swept out to Hawaii or his face made into mincemeat. So now there are 2 adult men in chestwaders wrestling this suicidally stupid dog out of the water and away from the running engine. Oh wait, they were in the process of launching the boat into a stiff current. Now they have to pull the dog and the boat back up into the nightmarish morass of glacial mud, were I'm trying not to lose my boots in the calf deep mud so I can grab him again. Someone is shrieking to kill the engine, which is the most sensible course of action so off course no listens.

Thirty seconds ago my dad saw me telling Adak to stay out of the mud. He blinked and missed the initial drama so now he looks back down the beach to see me and my inlaws mudwrestling that same animal out of the water. He is a master of the "not my circus, not my monkeys" mentality, but he's thrilled to see the show. My sister inlaw came to take pictures and record the moment and she's doing just that, with glee and a sleeping baby.

I have the damn dog. I am back on solid footing. I am only mostly covered in mud. I have not dropped or spilled the coffee.

(Most amazing part of this story tbh,thrashed. The coffee never hit the ground, it was one of those nice insulated to-go cups but still)

The boat and it's fishermen are pulling away. I have given up on the leash and have the dog in an armbar around the belly with a fistful of scruff. He doesn't care. He wants so badly on that damn boat that he's fully committed his weight to his hind paws. If I let go of him right now he would biff it on the concrete pad of the boat launch before launching right back into the water. The four wheeler starts up. I do not outweigh the dog by alot but I now have lifted him bodily into the air with all feet off the ground while he squeals and thrashes.

The sound coming out of this animal is what I imagine a whale overdosing on cocaine would sound like. A weasel in a blender. A clowncar demolition derby. A millennia of tortured souls cursed to damnation possessing a kazoo played by a maniac elephant.

People are staring.

Theres a lot of profanity coming out of me. I feel it's pretty justified.

2 and a half minutes later, the boat is gone. The four wheeler is gone. Adak and his stupid doggy brain have calmed down and quit thrashing. He looks up at me with a completely empty skull and a the canine personification of 😄

I'm gonna skin him for mittens