#and he's physically weak (for a purple) so if you try to beat him up you will probably succeed

[celestialtrolls]

*barely resisting urge to type that rennra has hacked his way into knowing nuclear launch codes*

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡuniverse's interference

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this is it.

you’ve done the impossible.

it’s crystal clear that the earnest wish you have thought of as you are being ravished by your dear husband on the wedding night has successfully reached the universe.

what was that wish?

you stared at the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen, his adorable eyes staring back at you in curiosity. little arms try to make a grab of you as plump cheeks puff up, upset that he couldn’t do what he wanted.

“you even have the same expression as your papa when he is upset.” you laughed. the baby you have picked up is exactly the carbon copy of rafayel. your own genes didn’t fight back. heck, it took you just one try.

“mama!” your son made grabby hands again, his little limbs wiggling in the air.

please, universe. give me a child who looks exactly like this man!

heart weak to the cuteness the baby is showing, you finally relented and embraced him. your son quickly holds you once you’re within reach, his grip on your top is so strong that it even defies all laws of physics. you wonder how such strength is manifested from a small body.

it’s amazing how the baby acts and looks like rafayel. the baby revels in your attention, eyes lighting up whenever his mama is on him as you coo at him for not making a fuss in eating the squash and carrots on his plate, the baby squealing in happiness because he beat his papa again. rafayel, who had been defeated, sulks while you are left to comfort the lemurian after you tuck the baby to sleep.

rafayel hasn’t made any qualms about it, a smug expression on his features that the baby obviously inherited from him, pretending to be mad to make you comfort him a little longer.

“so cute!” you pepper the baby’s face with kisses as your son giggles.

the baby’s arrival in this world is nothing short of a miracle. after the twists and turns of your life, the sound of uncontrollable wails eases the weight as well as the pain, your teary eyes landing on your firstborn child. you woke up with rafayel taking care of his son, small and just a few hours alive.

now, a few months old. slightly wavy dusk purple hair, bluish pink eyes, refined nose and same lip shape — yes, there’s no way people with working eyes can deny it. your son who resembles his father so much can even mistake rafayel for shrinking into a child. once, aunt talia visited, finally found a day off from her work, amazement was written on her face as she took a proper look at the baby.

“who’s the cutest in the world? of course, it’s you!”

“ba!”

you heard a sigh behind you. “looks like i have to work hard to be your number one again.”

toned arms wrapped around your waist as you feel rafayel tugs you closer to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheeks and the baby’s. realizing his papa is here, the baby babbles nonsense in a scolding tone yet rafayel only finds this amusing as if he understands what his son is saying.

“dunno about that, buddy.” rafayel pokes the baby’s round cheeks. “your mama loves me, you see, so she will let her hubby spoil her for a day, right?” rafayel whispers against your ear as you feel your heart warm at his affection.

“thomas will babysit this little one tomorrow.” he takes the baby in his arms, watching the husband-son pair scene in front of you with a smile. the baby leans to his papa’s chest, the beats lulling him to an afternoon nap, eyelashes fluttering close as rafayel hums a melody.

gingerly, rafayel leans down to capture your lips for a quick kiss, voice low, “can i have the honor of taking you out on a date, wifey?”

it’s your turn to wrap your arms to rafayel’s waist, resting over his warm shoulders. the wind carries his scent — a hint of sea salt and a dominance of sweet, powdery notes. a nod is his answer. “you’ve been busy with the opening of the exhibition and i kind of…” you trailed off, “miss my husband.”

“care to repeat that? i think i didn’t hear you for the first time.” rafayel lightly yelps when you bite the flesh of his neck. he pouts, “stingy.”

[sissybabycucksophia]

😨😨Not What I Expected Part 2😨😨

As the man i was now to call master took pictures of me sat in my purple mermaid fit uniform which was locked shut at 5 different points, my pathetic and masculinity destroying makeup and my knewly fitted chest length locks of hair I began to wonder what was next. Like an idiot i attempted to speak without permission, “Ok Johnny i think we’ve both had our fun here but unlock me now and help me out of these hideous clothes and get these stupid extensions out… man too man this is getting a little strange now” I stupidly said like a man as i stood up and puffed out my chest and stood in as masculine and confident a posture as i could.

However nothing quite humbles a sissy faggot holding onto his masculinity more than a real man physically over powering and abusing him. Without missing a beat Johnny put his phone in his pocket and he would plainly gesture for me to turn around “move your long hair round over your shoulder then so its out of the way” Johnny said calmly and with a nonchalant attitude. Stupidly i breathed a sigh of relief as I turned my back to johnny and like girl daintily swept my chest length locks over my shoulder to make the first of 5 padlocks visible, as I stepped back slightly and closer too johnny I said “good man, see I’m glad you’ve seen sense and stopped this before it got weird. Really had me worried there when you wanted me to lie about being transgender to Mel” with a tone almost as though talking to someone on my level. However what happened next was most definitely not what I’d expect.

Before i knew what was happening or even could think about reacting Johnny had slung on arm around my neck from behind pulling me tight in against him. Within seconds I was in a very tight headlock and thanks too the height difference of nearly a foot and a half, Johnny had me held off the ground struggling too breath. In instant panic I tried to grasp and pull Johnny’s arm off my throat but between his superior strength and my faggy white satin gloves I was getting nowhere, i also began to violently try and kick and swing my legs however the restrictive and tight mermaid fit of my locked uniform made the swings pointless. Fear flooded my body as my breathing became heavily restricted and tears began to well up in my eyes. Gasping for air, I was filled with fear mixed with humiliation and disgust as i was pulled into johnny and could feel as clear as day his erect cock in his pants press against the outside of my dress.

“Lets get something straight here, if you ever… ever try to talk to me like we’re on the same level again, so help me god your punishment will be unbearable! No your not getting out of this uniform you dumb faggot! And these extensions? Their your hair now! And your one dumb bitch if you think when i drag your ass through the centre of town kicking and screaming by it dressed like this that it won’t hurt like real hair! Now when i put your faggot ass down your gonna start learning to behave like the dumb, submissive, weak and unmanly sissy faggot that you’ve been fantasising about to me in messages for months! Got that?!” Johnny grunted to me, what could i say?! All i could think is ‘i cant die like this! If i die he’ll just dump my body in a woods dressed like this then everyone will know the kinda weak little sissy i was in life!’ So i tried to nod as tears rolled down my cheeks. In that moment Johnny released his grip allowing my purple shoe imprisoned feet to touch the ground. The moment my feet touch the ground I collapsed to my knees and hunched forward grabbing my throat and coughing, as i tried to kneel the dress restricted me making me ever more aware of its presence and my predicament. “Get up faggot!” Johnny grunted. What choice did i have? He could’ve killed me! I surely couldn’t risk that kind of punishment again, at least not for the 2 weeks I said that I’d be his.

Tears still rolling down my face I struggled too my feet again and forced myself to stand up straight despite my still throbbing neck pain and breathing irregularity. Placing my arms tight by me side I whimpered “Im….. I…I…Im really So…sorry Master, b….b….but this is all getting very uhm real…. As your weak little beta I’m begging you please let me out of all this… I…I….I can pay you!” I begged pathetically with terror in my voice and my eyes tightly closed in fear of his arm once again wrapping round my throat. However at that Johnny would simply take both my wrists and pull then behind my back where a pair of handcuffs were locked on removing the use of my hands, then opening my eyes i saw a most worrying sight as over my head was lowered a purple penis gag. “P…please master… please don’t do this…” I begged however johnny simply pressed the large black cock of the gag against my lips. “Look you’re not going anywhere so open your mouth Jade and make this all go faster!” Johnny sighed as I stupidly opened my mouth allowing him to plunge the gag into my mouth. While it pressed on my gag reflex Johnny would raise my newly attached long hair and clip the gag tightly in place before lowering my long hair back into place.

“There! Soon you’ll learn not to talk out of place but for your own benefit you’ll wear this until you do faggot!” Johnny grunted as he then grabbed by cuffed wrists and begun to push me out of the small under the stairs sissy faggot bedroom and out into the hall. Gagging on the huge dildo now held permanently in my mouth i began to look at my surroundings as I was pushed through the hall. I’d forgotten how beautiful, majestic and regal this mansion looked however i begun to panic as i turn my head back toward the direction i’m being pushed by Johnny. I try to wrestle my cuffed hands out of his grip but he’s to strong, opening the front door Johnny pushes me out despite begging and pleading through the dildo gag. As i was pushed i tripped thanks the the tight form fitting dress making it impossible to stumble and rebalance myself so i fell down the 2 front steps, landing on my stomach on his chipped driveway my fall was slightly cushioned by the fake breast padding Johnny forced me to stuff under the dress. Laying on my stomach pathetically for a second i Froze, like a pathetic coward given the choice of fight flight or freeze i froze in genuine fear of what johnny has planned next. However after a few seconds johnny picked me up, pulling me to my feet I moaned in discomfort as my eyes adjusted too the brightness of the outside. As we stood looking at the driveway I became distressed as I noticed my car was gone! My 2017 blue focus RS was gone!! In its place sat a tiny 2 seater Pink Smart Fortwo car with garish and stupid looking fake eyelashes around the headlights.

Turning too Johnny i began to panic and angrily wrestle at the cuffs behind my back as i tired to yell “wheres my car!” But thanks to the gag, all that could be heard was “mmmmms mh mmm!”. At that johnny would walk me over to the ugly, girly, pink, heap of garbage and pushed me until me shins met the front bumber, then with one forcefully push to the back of my head i was pinned to the bonnet and windscreen of the car if you could even call it a car. “Your car? Its right here faggot! Oh RS? Yeh it was pretty fun to drive but you won’t be needing something so powerful now Sissy. So i sold it for 32,000 and bought this far more appropriate car for you, its been fitted with a tracker and remote immobiliser as well as a remote locking feature so should you try to run away i can shut down the engine and lock you in it until i arrive to retrieve you. You also wont get the keys unless i decide you need to run an errand. All that only cost me four grand so the remaining 28,000 gets spent on your transformation and training! Honestly if it wasn’t such a bother to unzip and free you too much from this dress i’d fuck your ass right now on the bonnet of your new car just for fun!!” As johnny said as I panicked and began crying, shaking my head and trying to get free.

In that moment however i would suddenly feel a sharp pinch in my right butt cheek, looking over my shoulder I saw Johnny had pushed a syringe 💉 in through the dress and panties into the soft skin of my ass. I couldn’t make out the writing on the syringe but as johnny pulled it back out after emptying whatever was in it into my ass he said “this is just one of the steps in your transformation sissy, Hormone injections! The pills I’m making take daily plus these syringes 💉 are Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s time you realised and accepted the place you’ve put yourself in is permanent.” As johnny spoke tears flooded my eyes, shame, helplessness and humiliation flooded me and to make matters worse all this humiliation was making my penis strain harder than ever in its cage. At that johnny pulled me back up by my now very real feeling hair extensions and looked me in the eye.

Overwhelmed by it all I went weak at the knees and no matter how hard i tried not to, I fainted into Johnnys arm. Passed out and unconscious I was slowly becoming aware of just how fucked up my position in life was now….

[koshkamartell]

summary: DDDNE one shot. You run away from Joel Miller after he holds you captive.

warnings: dark! Joel, physical abuse, verbal abuse, noncon PIV, degradation.

You should've known you couldn't beat him. You should've known that it was hopeless. He was Joel Miller, after all. He had made a living off hunting and killing people. You didn't stand a chance.

"Come on out now, little girl," his voice sang out, echoing through the quiet darkness of the forest. "Ain't gonna hurt you."

He had already hurt you in so many ways; now that you had tried to escape, there was no telling what he would do to you. The mere thought of returning to his cabin and facing the consequences of running made you tremble with fear. You covered your mouth with your hand and tried to concentrate on steadying your breathing, hoping to God that he couldn't hear you.

"Just wanna talk to you, is all," Joel's placating voice called. "Let's work this out together, darlin'."

Rivulets of tears ran down your cheeks as you silently wept. Your heart was pounding in your chest so fast you thought you'd have a heart attack. You dare not move despite the itching bark of the tree on your back and the pine needles on the ground poking so uncomfortably into your bare legs and feet.

Joel was walking around the forest in slow, calculated steps, a hunter stalking his prey. You could hear the faint crunch of leaves under his boots. He wasn't close but he was in the vicinity of your hiding spot.

"Come on, don't keep me waitin'."

You could recognise the underlying impatience in Joel's tone. He would stay composed just long enough to hunt you down and snare you - for he loved the thrill of the chase - then he would unleash his wrath. You had witnessed the brutality of his anger many times.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to stop your body from quivering but it was futile.

"Come out now and I won't go hard on ya."

You struggled to suppress the sob clawing it's way up your throat. There was no such thing as 'going easy' with Joel; the purple rings around your neck and the many bruises and scratches littering your body were testament to that. He was a man not capable of being gentle. He took too much sadistic pleasure in dominating you to be gentle.

"Okay girl, have it your way." Joel hollered.

The forest surrounding you seemed to go eerily quiet. You held your breath as you strained to listen to any sign of life around you. Nothing. You couldn't hear any movement.

Had he gone?

Surely not?

There's no way Joel would give up that easily. You were his, his property since the very first day he ambushed your group and slaughtered everyone for their supplies. However, he had decided to spare your life, when he spotted you cowering by your best friend's bloodied corpse. Joel's hungry eyes had trailed all over your face and body, a smirk slowly forming on his mouth. Staring up at him, helpless and terrified, you could not possibly imagine just how much your life would change. From that moment on, you belonged to Joel.

Now you were huddled behind a massive tree in the middle of the forest, waiting for any sign of his presence. You opened your eyes wide to try adjust your vision to the darkness of the night but your tears made everything blurry. There was no movement before you, and still no noise.

You couldn't tell how long you stayed hiding for but the aches throughout your body screamed at you to move. It must have been a long time. Maybe Joel really did leave you alone. Perhaps he thought you weren't worth the exertion of his energy - he often called you a "worthless slut".

Your body still shaking, you slowly rise from the ground and take a tentative step from out behind the tree. Your heart thunders in your ears as you whip your head around to survey the area. There's no one about. You need to keep going, gain more distance between you and the cabin that Joel must have returned to, empty handed and defeated.

You are far too weak to properly run, so instead you take leaping strides. You try to ignore the pebbles and twigs that dig into the soles of your feet. You manage to keep moving continuously for several minutes, becoming more confident with each step.

You're safe. Finally.

No more chains or rope around your wrists and feet. No more slaps to your face or bites to your flesh. No more being suffocated by his weight while he fucks into you mercilessly. No more tears shed as he degrades you and violates every one of your holes.

You are free.

But then ---

A loud bang suddenly thunders in the air, scaring you and causing you to trip over a stone. The gunshot reverberates throughout the woods and rings in your ears. You gasp and try to push yourself up from the dirt with the little strength remaining in your body.

You somehow manage to pull your body off the ground. But you only blindly stumble a few steps forward before you come to a crashing halt. You knock into something large and firm that propels you backward.

It is him.

Joel.

He stands infront of you, his tall frame towering over you, still and stoic as ever. In the moonlight you can see the terrifying snarl on his face and the fury glinting in his eyes. He holds his rifle in one hand. The other swiftly grabs hold of your throat and squeezes.

"Gotcha," Joel mutters.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry and your eyes widen in horror. Your stomach roils.

It is over. He caught you.

Your eyes are locked on his and your body automatically goes limp in his grip like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.

"Where were you gonna run to?" Joel sneers. He leans down so that you are eye level with him. "You got no one but me. Ain't nobody left in this world who gives a shit about you."

Tears cascade down your cheeks. He's right. You have no one.

"Little bitch like you wouldn't survive ten minutes by herself," Joel gives your head a rough shake. "Think you can fight off an infected or a raider, huh?"

He releases you and tosses you down onto the hard forest soil. You land on your ass and instinctively shuffle away from Joel, sobbing and shaking your head.

"Show me," he growls, staring down at you with menacing ire. "Show me how you'd fight."

"N-n-no," you weep.

Joel bends down and captures a fistful of your hair in his hand. He uses it to pull you up so you're kneeling before him. The sting of your scalp makes you hiss in pain.

"I said show me!" He roars, slapping you firmly across the face with an open palm.

Your head jerks to the side and you wail loudly. Your vision goes blurry for a few seconds. He backhands your opposite cheek, then slaps you once more. You teeter from side to side like a ragdoll and your ears ring from the force of the blows.

"Run away from me?" Joel spits. "How you gonna do that when you can't fight, baby?"

He untangles his hand from your hair and lets you drop to the ground again. You are too exhausted to move; all you can do is weep.

Joel removes the strap of his rifle and places it down against a nearby rock. You can hear him hurriedly unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants before spitting in his hand.

You aren't surprised. You've come to know that Joel gets turned on by your cries and your fear. The adrenaline from the hunt would have excited him even more. He is like a feral animal possessed with the need to claim every inch of you.

His large hand wraps around your ankle and drags you to him.

"Open your fuckin' legs," Joel barks. "Or I'll tie you up and throw you to the infected."

You know it isn't an empty threat. There is no use in denying him. With your tattered dress already rucked up to your hips, you part your shaking legs and show Joel your naked pussy.

He dictated everything in your miserable life and never allowed you to wear underwear.

Joel sinks to the ground and spreads your thighs wider with his knees. You stare up at the moonlight filtering in through the treetops above you. Joel doesn't bother preparing you - he likes to see your face contorted with the pain he inflicts upon you. He lines the blunt head of his cock to your entrance and pushes himself inside you quickly.

Despite Joel using your body constantly, sometimes several times a day, you have never gotten used to the burning stretch of him. Combined with your lack of wetness, the feeling is overwhelming and agonising. You wince and cry out raggedly, digging your fingers into the dirt beneath you.

Joel sheathes himself fully inside of you and groans wantonly from the sensation of your tight heat around his fat cock. His hand finds your neck and wraps around it once more.

"Look at me," he grunts.

Joel squeezes once in warning and your eyes shift to gaze at his face. His dark eyes bore down into yours, his mouth curled into a snarl.

"Ya can't escape me. I'll find ya every fuckin' time."

He begins rocking his hips back and forth, gradually building up to a hard, pounding rhythm. The hand around the column of your neck tightens until you can barely get any air. Joel's hips snap into yours. His torso presses down onto your body and makes your pelvis ache.

"Hunt ya down and take ya apart bit by bit like the fuck pig you are."

Your nostrils fill with the smell of Joel's sweat and the scent of gun powder and leather. The skin of your backside scrapes against the twigs and pebbles beneath you as Joel violates your pussy over and over. Your brows knit together as his thrusts become more powerful, making your walls throb.

"Dumb slut should be thankin' me for keepin' this cunt full."

You begin to disassociate, just like so many times previously, your mind floating up from your tortured body. Joel hates it - hates the mental escape you are able to delve into, the reprieve you can find from his punishing hands and cock. He recognises it now and starts to crush your throat even more, completely restricting your breathing. Your fingernails claw into the soil and your legs thrash. Your mind is cruelly pulled back to reality and races with panic, but your limbs are heavy and weak, your body completely incapable of fighting.

You're going to die.

Joel's broad body brackets you as his thick cock pummels into you relentlessly. He continues to stare down at you with intense focus, panting and groaning while you spasm around him.

"Already told ya - ain't no escapin' me."

Your vision rapidly turns fuzzy and your lips go numb but your lower half still feels every spearing thrust, every savage crash of his hips against yours. Joel spits a wad of saliva onto your face.

"Go ahead and thank me, slut."

Then you black out.

[ero-heart]

Ok this was in my head for a loooong time

The main 4 x young hank! Reader

So reader is from another universe where they are hank and they are actually too young like 10 or 12, while in there world Sanford, deimos, and 2bdamned are older than them, unlike hank they are obedient and weak but they are faster than hank and too kind.

So what if the main 4 meet reader By them accidentally opening a universal portal that blasts a small hank(aka you) that's all beat up as the main 4 see another Auditor but the portal closes before Auditor could get to it and the main 4 find out that you are actually a ten year old getting their ass beat by Auditor

Also the other Auditor in the portal was enraged that a you actually damaged their non-physical form with a cute kitty knife :)

I love it! We love a murderous child!

Also, I am so sorry for the delay! Felt kind of unmotivated yk

Reader’s pronouns are they/it for this one.

Cw: blood, gore, mentions of violence

FUN DAY WITH KID HANK!

(Main 4 + young Hank! Reader)

(Obviously platonic)

Just another day for the S.Q, it was dark and rainy, people were entering and leaving the building, either returning or leaving from missions, or leaving for a smoke, like Deimos was. Standing under the entrance along with the S.Q guards, making a little chit chat, they didn’t mind that he smoked so he stayed there, Doc has been pestering him to smoke outside since the smell covered the entire building. Deimos don’t really care where he smokes so he complied. It was a day like any other but there was something wrong, it was overly peaceful. Everyone knows Nevada is not a safe place at all and any soothing and quiet moment is a state of alert for anything to happen. Deimos looked around the streets, strangers having a little walk, no umbrella to protect themselves, wet paper getting stuck on the pavement, full of rain puddles. Everything seemed weird and the anticipation was getting not only him but the guards as well.

“…So…did you guys sleep well today?”

“I did thanks for asking Dave.”

“Me too, thanks Dave.”

“You’re welcome yeah.”

It was starting to get awkward. Deimos dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, ready to leave when something shot right at one of the guard’s head.

“Fucking called it!”

It dented the cement wall, squashing Dave’s head and painting it red, the thing then fell on the ground. It looked like a purple ball. The remaining guard got in position as Deimos patted his clothes to find his pistol, remembering that he left it with his other jacket on the laundry room.

“Boss we have a man down!”

The guard called on his talkie as they both took upon the portal that is formed before them. A shadowed figure glared at them before it closed. They looked at each other trying to figure out what the fuck happened as the purple bundle sat up and began to shake. The guard snapped his head right at it. Little arms flapping all around, little legs kicking up and down, it began to screech in anger, dirtying themselves with the blood of the dead guard.

“A kid? What the fuck.”

Soldiers started to come out of the HQ to find the confusing scene. A little grunt throwing a tantrum surrounded by gore on the ground. Some tried to approach them, asking the kid where their parents were, but they were only met with resistance and cat scratches to the face. The child refused to stand or move so one of the more compassionate soldiers decided to lift them up in order to bring them to the boss, not wanting to leave the kid alone. Deimos just watched the scene unfold, trying to keep a deadpan face as the soldier was being hissed and scratched at by the little guy. He wanted far away from that kid.

Hearing their own name at the intercom was never fun, Deimos was already forming an explanation as to why whatever he did was wrong and he would DEFINITELY never do it again. Doc was always a pain on his side, being monitored 24/7 because he couldn’t be left alone or else “a ruckus” would happen, whatever that meant. That was the original reason why Sanford was so close to him to begin with, being tasked by their boss to keep a eye on the man and keep him in line. What Doc did not expect tho was that instead of being influenced by Sanford’s serious and militaristic persona, Deimos was the one who influenced him to be more open and rebel up. So the only change was the name beside his that was called. This case was no different. Both were walking towards Doc’s office, discussing what could have been wrong.

“You did not take the lemons out of the vents last time and I know.”

“I did! I remember doing it! I think.”

“The building is still infested with flies you definitely didn’t.”

Upon opening the office’s doors, a purple shadow just dashed past them, knocking Deimos on the ground. They could hear the frustrated groan of Doc who approached them.

“Great you idiots couldn’t knock on the door before entering.”

Deimos sat up and looked at his boss, taking notice of how ruined the office looked.

“Tf was that doc?”

“That was the child who was spat out of the portal earlier. The one you just let loose on the base. I am cutting your payment.”

“What are we supposed to do?? Like??”

“I called you here to babysit that abomination at least until we know what to about it. But since they just ran away, your duty is to catch it.”

“Pff NO WAY”

Deimos got up from the ground.

“Do we look like nannies to you?? Hell to the NO we are taking care of that kid”

“Do you remember your contract Deimos?” Doc takes out the document that was conveniently hidden on his pocket, he pointed at Deimos signature, written with pink glittery scented pen, the only one available on the moment of signing, he could still smell the strawberries on it. He rolled his eyes.

“Tch fine..”

“Hey buddy,” Sanford put a hand on his shoulder “s’not a big deal! We dealt with far worse shit than that.”

Sanford definitely regret those words. It was a game of cat and mouse. Sanford knew what he was expected to do on this job, but out of everything, THIS had to be the worse and most embarrassing. Following the bloodied stripes down the hallways led them to find the kid making tricks with their roller skates on the cafeteria, currently rolling on top of the tables, jumping on one to another and knocking the hungry hirelings food off their trays. Sanford quickly ran and jumped on it, dashing after the little grunt. He thought about what his mom would do in this situation. She always told him he was a very calm child and never caused any trouble, but when something did happen she normally said the magic words that got any kid excited.

“Hey kid how about we take a little break huh?? How about ice cream?”

They just spun around to face him and stopped on their tracks. Sanford was not quick enough to stop and slipped on a spaghetti plate and flew off above the kid and falling right on a wandering troop passing nearby. Sanford cursed and quickly got up, half apologizing to the poor troop squished on the ground and looked around to see that the kid was nowhere to be found. Deimos arrived panting and gasping for air.

“Haa where.. hoo where did the kid go??”

“I have no idea.. maybe the gymnasium? It’s the nearest path for them to disappear to quickly.”

“Yea.. maybe they have gone there..”

“You ok there buddy?”

“No..can we do a little pause??”

“We don’t really have time for pauses dude.”

“Carry me then.”

Sanford sighed and knelt down for Deimos to latch on his back. When he felt Deimos arms around his neck he got up.

“We can’t keep doing this all the time when we are in a chase bud.”

“What? It’s not my fault my lungs are shit!”

Sanford side eyed him for a moment because it was definitely his fault.

Going on the direction of the gym, Sanford internally cheered to see the red stripes on the floor to it’s direction. Busting doors open, both men followed the stripes until it came to an end. Taking their face of the ground, before them stood none other than Hank, holding the kid by the scruff of the neck. He was doing his daily training when the little grunt zoomed by him, quickly getting snatched by Hank and lifted to his view. Sanford and Deimos took a sigh of relief to see the kid finally contained. Both never wanted to hug Hank so bad in their lifes.

“Hank! Our hero!” Deimos slipped off of Sanford’s back “You got them!”

Hank just looked at the boys and then at the child, who was comically trying to kick and punch him to no avail. He tilted his head to show his confusion, not really getting what the two where on about. Sanford took the kid from Hank’s hand and held it at a distance. It was when he realized how.. alike, the two were. Both Hank and the kid wore long clothes that hid their skin and wore colorful goggles to protect their eyes. Not counting the helmet and roller skates the kid wore, also the skirt that matched their colorful pants. Other than that both were pretty similar.

“Huh..” Deimos seemed to notice also, looking back and forth at the two Hanks before him. “Pfft hahaha this thing looks EXACTLY like you!”

Hank just gave a grunt in response and turned back to finish his curls.

“Oh! Oh! How about we call them Kid Hank? Kank??”

Sanford shook his head “It doesn’t matter right now we need to take them somewhere safe and entertaining to pass the time”

“Well the gym seems like a good pick, there’sa lot of cool things to play with and climb.”

Sanford thought for a second, it might be a good idea, the gym always was a playground for him when he was a small grunt himself.

“Ok let’s just let ‘em roam free here, it’s best to lock the door so they can’t escape.”

The rest of the afternoon was way less stressful. The only thing they had to worry about was the kid not dropping something heavy on themselves. Or fell on something blunt or sharp where their skater gear didn’t protect. They refused to take those roller skates off tho, so management should go more harder when they wanted to jump on the trampoline. Currently Deimos and Sanford were sitting on a bench besides the water fountain, taking care of the kiddie’s bag while they hanged and swing off the polia, with Hank pushing them. Deimos played with the bag’s keychains, looking at the silly designs and colors.

“Where did a kid found those? lol”

He decided to snoop inside the bag as well, only to be met with countless of weapons, colorful knives decorated with stickers and glitter, sharp scissors themed after cartoon characters, nerf guns (with pins instead of soft foam darts) and tiny brass knuckle rings with even more stickers. Maybe this kid was more alike Hank than he initially thought.

“Take your hands off of this Deimos! It’s not yours!”

“Wtf bro I was just looking for a card or paper with this kid’s guardian’s info damb.”

Sanford chuckles at his friend’s antics and goes back on watching Hank play with mini Hank. To his surprise Hank was fairly gentle pushing the kid on the polia, never in his live he thought he would see someone like Hank be so delicate. Though everything went on shambles as Hank gave a hard push and the kid let go of the polia, hitting hard on the wall.

“SHIT!”

Suddenly the gym doors were kicked open by doc. Deimos and Sanford jumped while Hank just stared at him. Doc marched to the kid’s direction and picked it up from the floor, then marched back to leave the gym, passing by the bench to pick the kiddie bag too. The three only looked at the distancing doc on the hallways.

“We can stop babysitting now right?”

Doc managed to find a way to contact the Auditor, who gave him a portal opening device to bring the kid back to where they came from. Before he could turn to his office, the kid tugged on his shirt collar, looking up at him with a bruised cheek. Doc paused upon seeing it, quickly turning the other way around to medical.

M.D Skinner looked at the bundle on Doc’s arms being put on the mat, now sitting and kicking their legs. He asked no questions as he went to work, putting in some ice on the bruise and attending other unseen wounds on their body. They played with his coat sleeves during the check up, also taking a hold of the stethoscope around his neck. He let the kid listen to their own heartbeat and let them hold other medical instruments. Doc watched the scene with great interest, never really witnessing a caring relationship throughout his whole life. Soon when the child was all patched up, Skinner gave the results. The kid had some non reversible injuries, that was the lack of their lips, but it didn’t seem to impair them. Skinner gave them a little lollipop and excused himself, wishing the both a great day.

Doc took little Hank back to his office, that was still in shambles. He put them on the table, glad that they already seemed tired from playing so much and now distracted with a lollipop, so they aren’t as energetic as before. Taking the portal opening device and placing it on the ground, everything was ready.

“Ready to go home buddy?”

The kid nodded their head, they were kinda sleepy. Upon activating the portal, a shadowed white figure immediately bursted through it, with flaming purple eyes glaring at the two. The figure took a pink decorated knife off of its form and threw at the table, besides mini Hank, who immediately brightened up upon seeing it.

“This child was spat off of a portal earlier this day. It must be yours.”

The figure turned to Doc. “This little monster always causes trouble back there. It fell through it while I was trying to catch it.”

“Well it’s here now you can have it-“

The table was now empty, looking around the office only a purple blur could be seen entering the portal. The other Auditor began to shake.

“HAAAANK!!”

It immediately ran back through the portal, beginning another chase with the kid. Doc could only shake his head, feeling a strong sense of deja-vu seeing all of this.

That was kind of long haha I am really sorry if anything was ooc qwq I also drew kid Hank’s design for this fanfic! Hope you like it! Stay safe 💞

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more than physical | j.w.

description: you can’t keep watching him destroy himself

cw: breakups

disclaimer: i would never willingly leave this man but a friend of mine told me i should try to detach so d:,)

“i can’t do this anymore.”

nothing has ever hurt more. no amount of blades, bullets, or beatings. broken bones, bruises. not even the stitching you just finished. those words ring through his head and seem to bounce off every pain receptor in his body.

you’re no better. but you can’t even make eye contact, so he can’t tell. “i can’t… i can’t do it anymore.”

those same dark eyes that you fell in love with, that you are in love with, you can feel them boring into the side of your head and you stand up quickly, packing away the bloody tools to clean up later.

“you come back worse and worse every time. i’ve begged you to leave. to run away. i’ve begged you to hide. anything. just,” your voice breaks and you bite down on your knuckle to ground yourself, inhaling shakily through your nose. “anything but going out there every night.”

he stands up suddenly, looming over you, but you refuse to look up, clutching the makeshift med kit like a lifeline. he would never hurt you, that much you know, but he wouldn’t have to try to do it. seeing his face would be enough to break you.

“tell me the truth.” he’s always been soft spoken but the strain in his voice brings an overwhelming amount of tears to your eyes. you fight the urge to blink so as to keep them from falling.

“i want you to leave.”

he takes ahold of your jaw and it pulls a quiet gasp from you. it doesn’t hurt, but you couldn’t move away if you tried, and he forces you to look up at him. to anyone else he would look unaffected but you know him. you can see him.

the slight tremble of his lips. the small ‘v’ between his brows. the tension in his shoulders, like he’s just waiting for the dam to break.

“look at me, and tell me the truth.”

tears are running down your face and the urge to fall into his arms and beg him to stay is overwhelming.

“i want you gone by morning.”

weak. you’re still weak. you see the blood staining his skin, the purple blooming along his cheek bone, and you can’t bring yourself to make him go now.

the steadiness of your voice is what causes him to pull away. you mean it. you do. he doesn’t say a word. just stares at you, and you can’t understand why.

he wants to remember you. he could never keep pictures but he never worried because he could always come back to you.

he just wants to remember you.

you say his name. no “baby.” no “johnny.” no pet names that he’d grown far too accustomed to. that’s what settles him back into reality, what drives home why he must remember you. and suddenly he’s moving, heading straight for the door.

you say his name again and he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. he wants to stay, make you admit that this isn’t what you want. make you forget about his world. make you forget everything but his name. but instead he murmurs a simple, “goodbye.”

the sound of the door closing brings you to your knees. the sound of your muffled sobs brings him to his. nobody wins tonight. and when he’s back out on the street, nobody is granted the mercy he’s just lost.

a/n: ​definitely pictured young!john for this

[xxxfilmx]

Time -

P.p x Fem! Reader

Summary; while Peter is out being spider-man, keeping the peace, he sees you on a rooftop; ready to jump.

Warnings; suicide attempt, suicidal ideation, self harm, angst, domestic violence, body shaming, slut shaming, swearing.

Trying to raise awareness and comfort myself while doing so lmao.

Lmk if u want a part 2

Now playing; insomniac

Up next; blue & you

You should’ve flinched, blinked, anything. But you just couldn’t find it in yourself to move or fight back as your boyfriend screamed at you.

“You are so fucking fat!” He screamed in your face, tears welling in your eyes but your expression staying blank. “And ugly!” He slapped you across the face, making your head violently snap to the side.

You were only in high school. Ripe age of 17. He was a 21 year old, who was narcissistic and manipulative.

You wanted to leave him, and never look bad; but he was all you had. Financially and physically. You had nobody to go to. Your family was out of the picture. You were all alone. Until you met him. In the beginning, he was kind, and brought you flowers and told you how pretty you were. It wasn’t always this bad. But when your mental heath declined, he started showing his true colors. He body shamed you, and if too much skin was showing; he’d slut shame you. He didn’t start beating you until a little while ago.

“Go get me a beer, bitch.” He interrupted your thoughts, as you reminisced about when it all went wrong for you.

You mumbled out a shaky and weak “okay.” Before getting up off the floor and walking to the kitchen.

You grabbed a beer, and as you turned around it slipped right through your fingers. Your skin turned a shade lighter, as he screamed once more. “Bitch!! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can’t even get a fucking beer out of the fridge without messing it up!!” He rushed over to you and grabbed your arm, giving you a hard punch to your right eye. The skin was slowly turning purple and blue around it.

He threw you down violently, forcing your hands to get impaled by tiny pieces of glass. The beer got into the cuts and made them burn. “Ow!” You cried, as he pulled on your hair harshly. “Jack, please stop!” You trembled with fear as he yelled again.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do, slut! Get the fuck out of this house! Get out!” Time seemed to slow down. Your ears rang in a deafening pitch, as you stood up weakly and headed for the front door. All sounds around you became muffled, as you walked down the apartment hall and up the stairs, headed to the roof.

You wanted it all to end, you wanted the pain to be washed away like sand at a beach. You wanted nothing more than the warm embrace of the goddess deemed as death. People viewed death as such a dark and horrible place, when maybe it was just the opposite. It was scissors to cut the string that bound you and your suffering together.

Your hands stung, and glass still stuck out of them. Your wrists itched, aching for the blade you had previously glided over them. Bruises and tiny cuts littered over your entire body. You hadn’t been outside in quite a while.

All sounds around you, seemed to be muffled as you opened the door to the roof. The chill winter breeze hit your bare legs, sending a chill up your spine. Walking over to the ledge, you stared down at the busy streets of New York City. Dangling a foot over the ledge daringly, you imagined what it would feel like to fall down in slow motion. The cool air hitting your face comfortingly, as you watched the stars on your way down to the ground.

You smiled softly at the thought. The wind made you hair blow in all different directions. Turning around, you put your arms out as if you were a bird, soaring through the air.

You stared at the moon, how beautiful it was. You’d be perfectly content with it being your last sight.

Sighing one last time, you slowly leaned backwards. You heard screams of terror, before being swooped up by something— or someone. Your eyes were wide, and your heartbeat was racing. You looked up at your savior and saw— Spider-Man?

You breathed out, as he swung to the top of another roof. He set you down gently. Tears welled in your eyes, and your lip trembled. “Hey it’s okay, it’s okay; I’ve got you.” Spider-Man reassured you, hugging you tightly. You buried your head in his chest, and sobbed into him; creating tear and mascara stains on his suit. He rubbed your back comfortingly, allowing you both to be surrounded in a comforting silence that was only interrupted by the sound of your heart-breaking sobs.

You collapsed into him, and you both slid down to sit on the rough concrete of the roof. Time passed in silence as your tears slowed down; until they came to a full stop. Spider man carefully picked the glass out of your hands, and used some of his webs as a bandage.

You and Spider-Man sat side by side, staring at the stars and moon. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Isn’t the moon gorgeous?” You asked, breaking the silence, as your eyes glistened with fondness and the reflection of the moon shined brightly in your eyes. “It was gonna be the last thing I ever saw.”

Spider-Man cleared his throat. “I-I don’t know you but. I just wanted you to know that—“ he stuttered, “it gets better. I know people say that all the time, and most of the time they’re bullshitting, but you’re special. You have a lot of potential, and it takes time to heal. But trust me; In the end it’ll all be worth it. I know you can do it.” You almost started sobbing at his words, before you recognized something. He sounded to be your age, and hell, he sounded like a kid in your chemistry class.

“Peter..?” You whispered, squinting at him. You’ve had a crush on him for a while, but it would be embarrassing if this wasn’t him.

“What-?! How did you-“

“Just take the mask off.”

He did as he was told, gingerly taking off the mask. “You can’t tell anyone.” He said, furrowing his brows.

“Vice versa.” You said, cupping his face and leaning in slowly. You kissed him, forcing a muffled moan of surprise out of him.

“Thank you Peter. So much. I never knew how much I needed to hear that.” You said, brows furrowed as you broke off the kiss. “Um.. can I— Yknow… stay at your house tonight?”

Without giving a verbal response, Peter put on his mask and grabbed your beaten body, and started swinging home.

Healing would take time, but you knew you could do it with some assistance.

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[docwritesshit]

Who needs a soulmate when I got you?

Authors note: Have Shoji on the mind today, wanted a cute little soft fic to read back to. Honestly, one of my favorite works. I am weak for this man.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, homelessness.

Type: pure and sweet fluff.

Paring: Mezi Shoji x Kusari (OC) (let me know if you want her backstory and timeline I have planned out)

Soulmates. The ones we were going to stay by our side no matter what. The ones who were our ride-or-die, who we dreamed of meeting since the symbol appeared on our left ring finger the day our quirks finally manifested.

Soulmates. The empty promise of forever if yours doesn’t imagine you would be the one they end up with. The crumb this society gives you so you could slave away to make the feast for it to feed on. The red string that remind you of selfish hope that maybe they will find me, maybe they will care for me.

I hate to say that was my reason to keep on going while I was in the streets days after my family kicked me to the curb because of my quirk and it’s ugly “things”, meaning the lines if chains curved around my body. I would run miles to find who I was connected to on my and his birthday, and it would always be the same indigo haired boy with deep purple irises, playing with a cat that resembled the one on my finger. It gave me hope, hope he’ll be the one to care for me.

That dream was pushed aside when i got caught up with the Shie Hassaikai and Kai Chisaki, tasked with caring for Eri along with him and that whole shit show with her blood and the raid. The raid haunted my dreams, the evil look Chisaki gave me as I summoned chains around him to give the heros time to escape after blocking the bullet headed for Eri.

I met with my soulmate again after I was offically enrolled in UA, switching between both hero classes to get a feel of different quirks and so each had a chance to fight with a ‘villain’. I wasn’t that mad about it, I was with Eri and I had stable food and shelter, all I could need.

But my heart still skipped a beat when I saw the boy who was my soulmate walking the halls. His indigo stood up at all sides, and his beautiful violet eyes were now paired with dark eye bags. That just made him stand out more. I subconsciously rubbed my gloved finger where my symbol was.

Honestly, I tried. I tried to strike up a conversation. At lunch, in the halls, hell even walking back to the dorms. He gave walked off and gave me a glower. It took me five separate times for me to just give up.

The final nail in the cofffin was when walking past all the rumors and gossip that was being thrown around of me suddenly appearing in the hero course during lunch, he joined in, laughing with his friends I was in a psych ward until my parents money got me out and into UA, taking his spot in the hero course.

Fuck him, i hadn’t needed him while I was thrown ou, on the streets, or even in the fucking yakuza, who says I need him now?

I focused more on my few found friend in the hero course, all already knowing the story and brushing off the rumors. But one person compelled me out of them all.

Shoji was similar to me in some ways, we both covered the physical consequences our quirks take out on us, his mask and my insistence on wearing leggings and gloves during a heat wave. He even made me more comfortable touching people without my restraints so I didn’t accidentally glean some guilts of unsuspecting people. He was just what i needed after the shit show that was my childhood on the streets and a gang.

Which was why I was standing in front of his door in the middle of the night, after following a red string, only to hear low cries and sobs coming from the other side. I brought my gloved fist up, rapping my knuckles on the wooden door.

“Shoji? Are you there? Can I come in?” I asked, trying to keep my voice low. The crying stopped.

Shuffling, and footsteps getting louder.

The door creaked open to find a dishelved mess of a hero student, hair unruly, eyes red and puffy, and his tank top looking like he hadn’t changed in the last few days. It was clear he just frantically pulled his mask on as well.

“Umm, hi.” He said, his left hand fidgeting with the end of his mask. I smiled, casting my eyes into the room. He got the hint, moving away from the doorway. The rooom stood as bare as the day he moved in, a bed palette and a small table with a mat.

I fully faced the man, taking his hands in mine. He stiffened as I rubbed my thumbs on the top of his hands, feeling the roughness even through the gloves.

“Breathe with me, ok?” I suggested. He nodded. I closed my eyes as I inhaled, peeking a bit to check if was doing the same. I held it in a bit before exhaling with Shoji mirroring my actions. We repeated a few times, me leading him to the palette on the floor and sitting both of us down.

“Ok, do you want to talk about it?” I asked. He looked down at me, the height difference making it so. He nodded after awhile, taking one of my hands and fidgeting with it, an action I did when we were hanging out with the others and just needed to calm down.

“It’s… my soulmates birthday today. And… she hasn’t tried to…” He chocked up, a few new tears pooling in his eyes. I got on my knees to wipe them away before they could stain his mask. He took a shallow breathe, and continued.

“I found her early on, she was following the string to me in the playground, and screamed. She ran off, and every time I would see her after, she would just cower in fear. When we got older, she stopped being afraid, and instead, she was disgusted. Pulling my mask down in front of everyone in the cafeteria and laughing. She would spread rumors, and gained sympathy as who wouldn’t for the girl destined to be with the monster?” He swallowed, taking a few breaths. I bit back my frustartion of the audacity of cruel children. I dealt with a few in school who made fun of my markings before my parents pulled me out and locked the door on me.

“I just.. wanted her to show she cared, even just a little bit.” He let go of my hand, head hung low as tears fell before I could wipe them. I bit the inside of my cheek, throwing caution to the wind. I held his shoulders and lowered his head to my shoulder hoping he couldn’t feel the thumping of my heart in my chest, running my fingers through his hair, trying to style it to it’s normal state.

“She is missing out,” I whispered,” She doesn’t see how much of a great person you are. She doesn’t look past appearances, and that’s someone I personally wouldn’t want in my life.” I started rambling without even realizing it.

“You are in Class 1-A, the clas that went through the most shit and pulled through. So she doesn’t see your resilience, your strength.” My other hand started to trace his shoulders.

“She doesn’t see these ‘monstrous’ shoulders constantly hold the weight of the world during missions. How they can’t break, no matter how people try to.” I traced his biceps.

“She doesn’t see these ‘freakish’ arms as the ones that scout to make sure everything is safe and people can do as they please. The absolute talent it is to control each and every limb to make it do what you want. Even then, they are the ones that give the best hugs on the worst days. These arms that lift your friends up and spin them around just so they could laugh.” I held his hand, fidgeting with it like I always do.

“These hands that you let me play with so I could calm down, the ones that get me my favorite dinner. The hands that lift everyone in this class up, the rocks of this class.” I locked eyes with him, wiping stray tears.

“These eyes that witnessed horrors unimaginable, and still find the good in this world. The eyes who saw my past actions through phots and videos, who saw me still and still looked at me with kindness, fully aware of his other friends apprehensiveness. The eyes I stare at and know I’m safe with you. They eyes I imagine to get me out of my guilt trips. This man in front of me is not a monster, but a gentlemen who is the sweetest person I have ever met.” I finished everything with a smile, his eyes so big, so full of… something i couldn’t pin point. He sat up, taking my hands again.

“Do you mean that? He asked, eyes narrowed. I bit my lip and nodded. He let go of my hands, his creeping up to his mask. I tilted my head, was he really?

“If you’ll allow me, I feel… like I can more comfortable doing this.” He said, fingers hooking under his mask. I nodded, letting him continue. When his mask fell around his shoulders, I took in the view. His mouth was marred with scars, his mouth it self was jagged and wide. I smile, placing my hands on his cheeks and tracing some scars.

“And now I know another thing she couldn’t see. The smile that now brightens my day.”

Shoji’s face relaxed, and gave me a toothy grin. What surprised me was him grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up off the floor as he got to his feet, spinning me around. I yelped in surprise, and tried to stifle my giggles as it was late at night still and I knew Bakugou was on this floor.

Shoji put me down after a bit, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head in my neck, his breath ghosting over my skin, causing goosebumps to rise and my heart to beat faster and faster.

“Why couldn’t we be bound?” He mumbled, the soft question making his chest reverberate.

That made a light bulb go off in my mind, and I smiled up at him.

“Who says we need to be with our soulmates?” I asked. He stiffened, pulling away and placing his hands firmly on my shoulders.

“Kusari, no. You still have your soulmate out there-“ I stood on my tip toes and help a finger to his lips.

“Yes I do, and I found him.” I say. He started to back away, but I held his hands in place. I’m out letting him push me away. Who needs that dipshit? I found my true soulmate.

“He doesn’t care for me. I stopped caring for him when I heard him take part in the rumors and laughing with his friends. But we found eachother. We know each other, and we care for each other. Who needs those damn bullies? They can have each other, I want you.” I stated, pulling him back in, and hugged as tight as I could.

He stood frozen for a spilt second before reciprocating, deep chuckles coming low and deep in his chest, the most beautiful noise I could hear. That I was blessed to hear.

“Promise me you’ll keep that energy if your soulmate comes crawling back after he’s seen what he’s missing?” He asked, smile evident on his lips. I smirked, looking away in mock thought.

“I’m not sure.. he is handsome?”

“More than me?”

I grinned, and shook my head, “Nah, your handsome both in and out, his soul is just straight garbage. But promise me the same. You won’t go back, even if she pleads?” I asked.

He looked over to his table, walking over and reaching under it. He pulled out a photo, coming back over and gave it to me. I took it, seeing it was a printed school photo of his soulmate. She was stunning, her face sharp framed by straight black hair and wide eyes that were filled with diabetes inducing sweetness.

“I think I found a better soulmate anyway,” he said, taking the photo and ripping it up. I smiled, collecting the scattered pieces from his hands, stuffing them in my pocket.

He grabbed my hands once again, looking me in the eyes in permission. I nodded, and he slid the gloves off, another arm forming a hand to grad the discarded gloves. I saw the guilts I have seen so many times before, kids shrieking in terror at his attributes. But those same things that made him be called a monster were the ones showing me such affection, taking my hands up to his lips and leaving sweet kisses along the knuckles. I smiled, taking his hands and mimicking his actions. I reached for my gloves, but he held them over his head.

“Nah, not yet. You have one more kiss left.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, but got the hint when his other hands lifted me up a bit and he leaned his head down. I closed my eyes and let it happen, relishing in his softness. He was so gentle, making the kiss linger long after we broke away. I smiled dumbly, and hugged his neck

“Oh my dinosaur,” I whispered. He snorted at the childish nickname I gave him a few weeks before.

“I think I like this better than our original plans the universe had for us.” He said.

“Yeah, me too.”

[unmeiokaemasu]

I FINALLY beat Sacred Stones! :D

The "finally" is bcs the first time I played I literally set it down in the final chapter and just. never didn't pick it back up for like a year, at which point I was better fire emblem player so the idea of picking up a year-old savefile was abhorrent.

THEN, in the past year I've had two different software difficulties with it that led to losing save files. So yeah, the difficulty of finishing was not game difficulty, but software, including my own brainpower.

I'd been bashing my head against several maddening mode runs of Three Houses - since there are so many save slots I've got a run going for each of the four paths, and I'm not far on any of them - and finally got fed up and decided to see what I could salvage of my SS savedata.

The answer was not nothing, and...I honestly can't tell if this is an easier game than Blazing Blade or not; it might just seem that way because this time I was extremely cavalier (lol) about sending my units into danger...and I found out they could handle it. I think I used to just assume a magic unit had a more-than-50% chance of getting hit by a physical attacker and that a physical attack would shave off at least a third of their health, and the reality is very much not that. If you've trained your units, they're pretty tanky.

The first time I played through, I lots Vanessa in an early map and wasn't willing to restart it for her, and then didn't recruit Amelia when she threw herself into battle against one of my units and died before I could recruit her...so this time I was determined to not let any unit die, that's just my playstyle that's what I like, that and getting the supports I want adds a layer of challenge to some otherwise easier games.

And BOY HOWDY was Vanessa my MVP this time around. I think I did the same thing with Florina in my most recent Blazing Blade playthrough, insisted I'd make a good pegasus knight and damn, they do get good...although Vanessa promoted to a wyvern knight so not sure if that's a point in favor of pegasi? Anyway. Talk about a tank, I feel I really redeemed myself for letting her die the first time.

I went in the first time interested in the relationship between Ephraim and Lyon, knowing little about Eirika and kind of resenting that I had to start with her...and then by the time it got to picking a twin to follow I picked her instantly, even knowing Ephraim apparently accomplishes more story-wise in his route. I find Ephraim kinda boring, which I think is a consequence of splitting the protagonists like that, and Lyon...Lyon is honestly the second purple-haired softboi I thought was going to be my favorite and then was just kinda...idk. too soft. underbaked. Radiant Dawn fans @me if you know where I'm going with this.

(My real purple-haired softboi love is Knoll, idk why and I don't care, he's extremely disillusioned and sad and tired and resigned and I love him)

Anyway Eirika is in my top 3 favorite FE protagonists list, she's just probably my favorite version of a standard FE protagonist alongside Eliwood. I might like Eirika even a little more personality-wise but Eliwood's in my favorite game and I love him a lot so eh, I don't have to pick a winner.

So yeah, Sacred Stones is going to slot in very solidly at #4 for my favorite FE game ever. Blazing Blade just hit the exact right balance of gameplay and story for me, and Path of Radiance and Three Houses I think managed to both tell good and complex stories with excellent writing while also being fun to play (I'm so sorry Genealogy fans I'm a weak baby scrublord and I can't finish that game I know it has good writing but also it is more cynical I k n o w it's good I'm not arguing that I just cAN'T--)

Ahem. Anyway...oh yeah also the reason I was trying so hard at 3H maddening is...I finally have a hardmode-classic cleared savefile on 3H! :D

I think I may have beating Verdant Wind on that mode, but I don't have that savedata anymore so I can't check. Anyway I cleared hard/classic Azure Moon with these rules: no new game+ (so no bonus statue restoration, I think that was mechanic that let you buy things like support and weapons and professor levels so none of that either), no items from sources other than base-level gameplay (with possible exceptions, we'll get to that) so no under-the-bed items, nothing from amiibo gazebo, and no spirits of the fallen (I just played with online turned off), and no abyss resources other than the students (so no exchanging renown for items that the statue...honestly I don't even know what else is down there, I never used any of it even on easy mode, but yeah I defo didn't use it this time).

So the things I did allow myself were recruiting the Ashen Wolves (Yuri is basically always my dancer now and I always train up Constance so they can pass that paralogue and get Yuri's relic), and then stuff like Constance's quest to get the roster that allows you to to redo an answer once per teaparty, Aelfric's flower quest, the two Ashen Wolves paralogues, etc, all those things were allowed. Pouring exp into other students, esp the Ashen Wolves since they're available so early on, means sacrificing exp for your house's students, which means a harder Hunting by Daybreak, so I figured it was a fair tradeoff.

So yeah that was really fun. Glad to have both a hard/classic 3H and Sacred Stones savefile finally under my belt. What's next?

I honestly tried to start New Mystery and uh. ran into trouble getting it to. work. Will work on that more. Hilariously I saw there was a mod to minimize Kris's involvement, but I shan't be using that, bcs literally my main mission statement is to find out how annoying Kris actually is. I haven't beaten Shadow Dragon yet (the version of Marth's story that I've actually played), but I've gotten quite a ways in, and that really is the danger zone for me. I really do enjoy the early parts of Fire Emblem games more, when all the level-ups and unit potential and support-conversations-if-that's-a-thing haven't been decided yet. But I also like actually finishing!

So yeah I wanna start New Mystery, and finish Shadow Dragon. Then I've got a Binding Blade run that's like 2 years old at this point that I'll probably return to since that games...less fun to slog through...Shadows of Valentia I never finish, idk if I'd restart that or pick up my now like...three or four year old run of that...might fuck around and start Thracia...and might take another stab and Genealogy chapter 4 and see how I do. I won't ever get back to Radiant Dawn unless I can successfully transfer savedata from Path of Radiance, and at this point for me that means actually getting through Path of Radiance from the start again...which as I'm saying it actually sounds like a lot of fun. I might...I might actually do that. We'll see.

SO YEAH that's my Fire Emblem diary for today. I truly adore this franchise. I think there might be a lot of other jrpgs I might like for their story, but this mix of story and turn-based strategy is just absolutely perfect for me. I've noticed I've done well in irl board games in the past couple years, and it's definintely bcs of these games. I thought I'd be bad at strategy to the point of never enjoying these games unless they were on easiest-possible mode, but now I love the challenge! And yeah the fact that even tho in broad strokes the endings will always be the same, I adore the little things you can affect along the way (mostly who your best units are and which pairs make it to A-support). I may not have loved Engage, but there're still a bunch of great FE games in the back-catalogue for me to experience for the first time or have a new fun run of. Excited!

[jynxd]

The loose cannon had always been a touch starved person, and for two months she lacked any of that. At least lacking the touch only Silco provided, like how a loving father embraced a child. Yes, she had seen him, but it wasn't the same when she could feel him. As such, her body immediately collapsed at finally being able to physically feel him. All of the tense evaporated then, replaced by the relief of being reunited, a reunion the Vi in her mind swore would never happen.

Despite the fact that her hands were bound, there was the natural instinct to wrap her arms around him. She tried to test her strength and get them to budge, however the paralytic agent hadn't fully worn off yet. Eventually she gave up as she simply buried her face further into his warm chest. The feeling of his rapidly beating heart consoled her, then. A final reminder that he was in fact real.

'I don't know why he came back for you. After all, you failed him, didn't you?' Jinx could hear Vi say behind her. The traitor was probably leaning against the wall, glaring coldly at her like she usually did. 'Face it, he left you here because he wanted to be free of you. You were an incovenience for him, hold him and Zaun back. How will he react when he knows how badly you failed?'

Jinx was just starting to dig her wolverine-like nails into her palms, purple tinted blood dripping on the ground below them as she did so. Then Silco spoke and soft, reassuring words, broke through Vi's words of hate. Moreover, she could hear the rage in his voice at what they had done to her. She knew then, that he had seen the injection points and no doubt his mind would be conjuring what they did...

"They were creating the gauntlets again, no doubt at the traitors request. But it was a trap." When he started to pull back, she already found herself missing the warmth. However, she knew they had move quick. "The hextech wonder boy even had the gall to apologize, said 'Believe it or not, this is the last thing I wanted.'"

When she stopped hearing the jangling of keys, she knew those cuffs wouldn't be coming off so easily. This was proven as much when she felt Silco pulling at them to pry them off. She took a deep breath and decided to give it a go again to help him. Jinx pulled weaker hands opposite of each other but all it did was cause cuts in her wrists and no budge. The last time she had felt this weak, this useless was that night on the bridge. The shooting inside the prison reminiscent of the shoot that night, too.

Her eyes widened she shook her head to ignore it, knowing she wasn't there. That Silco was in front of her, that he had just broken her bindings. Immediately, like it was pure instinct, She reached her bloody hands out to hold onto his. "I can try, but the paralytic agent they used is still wearing off. I could barely even budge the handcuffs just now." Jinx finally looked back up at Silco, noting his healing hands, which would heal faster than hers. "Whatever they gave me, it slows my healing too. I can't use whatever enhancements the shimmer gave me."

Jinx slowly tried to stand up on her own, however there was a wobble to her legs. Had it not been for the support of his shoulders, which she laid her hands on, she might have fallen. "My balance is a bit off, but I can try...I'm sorry, I'm not used to being this weak."

Guilt threatened to swallow him whole in that moment. If only he hadn't sent her across the Bridges in a time of such high tension. He should have waited. He should have sent someone else, but instead he sacrificed the well being of his only child. The one to save his life had been sent into the fire, only to be burned for his cause.

He felt the instinctual tension of her muscles as he had come into contact with her, proving to him that most physical interactions within the prison had been ones of violence and pain. In the moments before he took her into a vice-like embrace, he had seen the marks from injectors on her arms, which was evidence that they'd gone as far as to drug her for whatever they chose to do to her.

The mental beast he had trained to stay within a cage of wrought iron began to gnash at its bars with jagged, ugly teeth. It couldn't be allowed to loose itself and scramble his carefully organized thoughts and plans. He chose, instead, to embrace the passion of a loving father, protecting his child from the pain that they had been put through. As her head fell against his chest, he felt a hot, shimmer-laced tear fall down his cheek, filled with concentrated and bitter fury. It was the one wild emotion he set free before tucking his cheek against the crown of her messy hair.

Her apology hit his ears, and he held her more tightly while whispering out, "Hush now. You've shown me the truth." After a moment and an inhale, he opened his eyes, staring daggers into the wall behind her. "They will pay for what they've done. Every one of them." He began to part from her, but kept his hands gently grasping her arms. "Dustin. Her hands."

Dustin entered the cell while Ran continued to keep watch for guards, prowling around to the back of the cell and behind Jinx. He messed around with the keys, trying to find one small enough to fit the binds' keyhole, but had no luck. He looked up at Silco, then back down at the keys in his hands. He shook his head with concern. A kink in their plan?

No matter.

Silco stepped around behind her and took a hold of the rings of chain between the cuffs. With ice cold focus, he began to pull the links apart. His teeth bared into a tightly clenched grimace, grinding against each other like mismatched gears. Tears formed in the bends of his fingers from the strain, dripping fresh blood onto the floor. Pain immolated his hands, but nothing smothered the white-hot desire to see her freed from the indignity, and soon enough, the metal gave way to his brute pulling.

There wasn't much time, now. He could hear the heavy gunfire from the guards' more barbaric guns, and he could smell the spice of gas grenades beginning to build in the air. The other inmates on the block all began to hoot and holler with agitation, almost like a signal of approaching punishment. Again, he moved in front of her. "We'll have to run... Can you do that, Jinx?" he asked, paying no heed to his still healing hands as he reached around to take her by the shoulders.

[80s4life]

Little Dove*

Word Count: 3,949

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Had a thought lol

Fandom: Karate Kid 1985

Relationship: John Kreese x Student!Female Reader

Summary: You had stayed around throughout all of his bullshit. Throughout the beginning of a forever-long battle with Daniel LaRusso, throughout losing all of his Cobra Kais, going through crippling debt, and now, more than ever, as he tries to put himself together. You’ve been there, the whole time. So why is it, that when a random man from his past appears, all of his problems are fixed without a glance your way? What does this Terry Silver have that you don’t (besides endless money and a history)? It’s unfair. It’s selfish. It’s Kreese.

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary

Warnings: smut, teasing, jealousy, age-gap paring, language, Terry being an overprotective cockblock, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dubcon, daddy/little girl kink, degrading kink

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

{not my gif, credits belong to @atmostories​}

I just love how innocent he looks here lol ^

Staring into the window of his office, you make no attempt in engaging in the conversation your peers were having, the people on the other side of the glass proving to be more interesting at the moment. Besides, it’s the same conversation over and over again, “Terry’s so great,” “The money,” “The brawn,” “The elegance,” you snort. All that Terry was anyway was trouble with enough money to pay off his stupidity. 

The other man, however, was different. He did not become as fortunate as his younger companion. He went through many hardships that Terry would simply never understand. The proof: you. You had been there, through thick and thin. You can still remember the fights, injuries, and brokenness of a man like a slideshow constantly playing in your head, haunting your dreams. You should’ve left a long time ago, but you didn’t. There were points in your life that made you consider dropping him and everything he was in contact with at one point. But, yet again, you never did. All you did was forgive and forget, most of the time without apologies.

But no matter how much you’ve tried, there was always one outlier that couldn’t be erased. 

Holding onto your brothers shoulder, you congratulate him on how well he’d done. He lost the tournament, but it was his heart that shined through it. Johnny was the one who handed LaRusso his trophy even as they were beating each other senseless moments ago. Pulling him in tightly, you whisper, “You did good, Blondie. We’ll get ‘em next year.” 

He smiles broadly at this, returning the favor, “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Tiny. Hell, maybe next year, you’ll be the one to beat his ass for me... That, or you’ll be the same height as him,” he ruffles your hair.

“Shut up!” you swat his hands playfully, shouldering his side, then making your way over to the man of the hour. “Congratulations,” you outstretch your hand, “You were tough to beat! I’ll get ya one day though!” you point to him smiling as Johnny pulls you out of the arena with him.

“Thanks...Oh, and I’ll hold you to it!” he yells back, lifting his trophy high above his head. You leave with a sly smirk and playful roll of the eyes, not bad LaRusso.

Walking outside, you smile at Kreese nervously, knowing that he wasn’t going to take the loss lightly. Ignoring you completely, he snatches your brother from your grasp within moments, pinning him the the nearest car in the parking lot. With Johnny under the weight of Kreese, you try to yank him off, no longer in fear of your actions but what could happen if you don’t act fast. Shoving you out of the way with a hard jab of his elbow to your eye, Kreese goes back to harming your brother, switching positions as he goes to tighten his arm around Johnny’s neck.

Tommy, fearing for his life, stands still, on the verge of passing out. Dutch goes to help you up, pulling you away from Kreese’s proximity, but not for long. Full of anger and disappointment, you tear you body away from Dutch’s, giving him a stern look that he acknowledges and respects, stepping back. You run towards Kreese once more, putting more force into your pushes and shoves. He catches your eyes for a moment, anger glazing over his own as he gets a good look at the utter helplessness and determination within your own. He doesn’t loosen up though, tightening his hold even more so as if to test you. 

Lunging once more, he blocks you from him and counters with a hard blow to your face. You fall again at Kreese’s feet, Johnny’s purpling face looking down at yours in fear and worry. As you go to make a final attempt, your prayers are answered, a man about your height grabbing Kreese’s fist in a vice grip. In a daze, Johnny is able to slip from his hold to the ground beneath him, falling into your outstretched arms as you lunge, again, to protect his head. Kreese, now turning his fury onto the short man, goes for a punch, missing and smashing the glass beside his target.

As the fight starts to get worse, Dutch gets a hold of Johnny, taking his weight off of yours and dragging him to safety. Jimmy and Bobby, going to help Dutch, leaves Tommy to help you up. Taking his hand gratefully, you are able to see Kreese’s demise clearly, a burning crimson decorating his now busted fists, no doubt shredded and in need of medical care. You turn back just in time for him to look your way, grief washing over your figure as you feel a sense of uncertainty. 

The boys get into Johnny’s car quickly, pulling out of the car lot. Tommy, silently turning his calming body to yours, questions you with his eyes. Shaking your head lightly, you signal for him to go with them, your head hazy with the brute force of numerous blows previously clashing with your face. He nods knowingly, smiling weakly, as if questioning your motives or even why you were considering the choice you’d made up. Johnny looks back at you too, but is reassured as the short man, Mr. Miyagi, places a hand on your shoulder. As they peel out of the lot, you sigh and all the strength you’d conjured dropped instantly.

“You need checkup,” the older man states, looking you over.

“Yeah, but I need to take care of him first,” you point at the man.

“Ah. Good heart always forgives. You come by dojo sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” you answer, kindly excusing yourself as LaRusso runs over to Miyagi, leaving just you and Kreese left in the parking lot.

Slowly, you pace yourself as to not speed too closely, too quickly to the man, walking lightly and quietly. Upon entering a close proximity, he looks up, neutral expression catching you off guard. Blinking once, he looks back down at his continuously bleeding hands, acknowledging your presence but not daring to step the line of communication. He never does.

“Do you...Do you n- ...?” you start, at a loss for words as you try to rephrase the question in a way to still make him feel superior without appearing weak to himself, “Do you want my help?”

He doesn’t say anything as an answer, just simply stares at the reddening hands.

So, following his chosen behavior, you adopt it and act the same. Slowly, you take off your fleece sweater, soft and warm to the touch, and move closer to Kreese. As you move into his personal space, you don’t dare look him in the eyes, and go to rip a piece of the sweater in half. Silently, you carefully take one of his hands in your own, them swallowing yours in turn. Wrapping the now torn cloth around his fists, you slightly tighten the material around the injury to prevent further bleeding, tying off the ends to keep the sweater where you want it. Turning to do the same for the other hand, Kreese never winces, or sucks in a breath, or even grunts in anguish.

As you finish your duty, you step back, parts of your hands and some of your pants now coated in differing amounts of blood from the constant dripping mess he’d left it in for a while. Taking in a deep breath, you look at him directly for the first time of the night, “Get in the car.”

That was the first of many nightmares that litter your mind. You grew into a tough, headstrong, and independent woman not only physically, but mentally as well. You were no longer the child looked down from the tip of Kreese’s nose, and despite your height not making much of a difference, you had filled into your body, soul, and mind. You were a woman nonetheless.

You were understood by Johnny, but to an extent. As you had continued to serve Kreese, it was only right that Johnny distanced himself from him, and with that, came you as well. You accepted this, and knew that you were not at war with him, settling for calls and texts when you missed him most. Johnny still allowed you the time to talk about your problems like you did in high school, and even let you rant about the newest situation with Kreese. Everyday, he worried for you, but he knew that this was what you wanted. 

He knew you fell for him before you even had.

After that night, you went through phases with Kreese: sometimes he was happy and nice to you, other times was full of anger, arguments, and nonstop screaming at one another. You were like an old married couple without the ring, matrimony, and age. You didn’t pay any mind to it, the mixture of feelings for him stronger than the will to leave as you’d wanted to in your youth.

But overall was the feeling of betrayal, or at least a form of it. For 4 years, after the night of the failed tournament, you were with Kreese, and finally, when things started to clear themselves out, another problem arose. Although shit out of luck, Kreese was ready to give up the dojo, give it to the owner, and move on in hopes of wiping the slate clean. You were ready to forgive him. And then, Terry Silver, unable to let the past be the past, convinced Kreese to give it a second try.

Now as you sit in a circle with Dennis, Mike, and Snake on the mat of the dojo, doing some stretches before training starts, you couldn’t help but look at the men excluding you from something you had tried to keep alive as long as they had. Longer than Terry at least. 

Snapping sounds through your frustrated haze, knocking you back into reality by Snake’s fingers. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you look at him, anger now turned towards him instead. “You keep drooling like that and we’ll all be slipping around and breaking shit. Then how would we be at the tournament?”

“Fuck you, Snake,” you get up, stomping to the office without another word. He just turns a mock-offended expression to the boys who give confused ones in return.

Storming into the small cubicle deemed an office, you turn to the men standing side-by-side. “Aw, what’s the matter sweetheart? The boys not playing fair?” Terry teases, trying to push your buttons.

Face now reddened with anger, you spit, “We don’t pay for you to sit around in your office and play with each other’s dicks. You can do that on your own time.”

“You don’t pay period as far as I’m concerned. And last time I checked, you weren’t of much use here anyways, Shortcake,” Terry rebuttals.

“And last time I checked, you're just here to tie your hair back, paint your nails, torture a kid half your age and an man even older than you.”

“Why you-!”

“Terry!” Kreese warns, a hand placed on his comrades’ chest, “It’s not worth your time, just go get the boys readied up for practice.”

“Sure...sure Johnny, I can do that,” he says eagerly, leaving the room with a side glance your way and elbow to the shoulder as he passes by.

Getting up from the back of the desk, Kreese loops around to close the office door, going back to where he was previously. “Wow, you really have that dog under wraps huh? Ready to bark when you say ‘bark’ or growl when you say ‘growl’?”

“Y/N, not now. You better cut this shit out now or I’ll kick you out,” he warns.

“Oh, so now your protecting him?! You’re going to sit here, right now, and threaten me for what? Because he served with you? Because you saved him?! What a load of shit!”

“Watch your mouth! You have no right to raise your voice to me! What I do with this dojo is none of your damn business, and will certainly never concern you. Ever.”

“Oh yeah! For sure! What did he even do, huh? What’s so great about him that is worth protecting his ass for when he’s never had to do anything in return?! I was there John! I was! I dealt with your shit for 4 years! Not 1! Not 2! Not even fucking 3!”

“I never told you to! No one was stopping you from walking out that damn door when everyone else had! I would’ve done perfectly fine without your ‘help’ when all it did was provide extra shit to take care of!”

“Really?! That’s what it was? Nothing? I dealt with your anger issues, your screaming! The god damn punches, kicks, spits, screams, hell anything you wanted to do in order to harm someone else to make you feel better! But that wasn’t me... No... Of course it wasn’t, right?”

“I’ve got no time for this. Stay in this fucking room and don’t move. You even dare come out into that dojo and you’re out. I have a winner to make and not some little girl to argue with.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, tears pooling at the bottom of your eyelids as the door hides you from view.

For hours, you sit in boredom, listening to the repetitive “hut” or “ah” as blow after blow is thrown into the dummies and punching bags. If only they could do that to me, take me out of my misery for fuck’s sake. But, despite the utter pissed state you were in, you did not move from the desk, even deciding to take a nap. It wasn’t until Dennis’ unusually loud laugh is echoed within the whole dojo do you finally wake back up. Looking through the blinds, you see the boys getting packed up. Doing the same, you walk out of the office just in time for Terry to leave with the boys a few moments later.

Speeding across the length of the mats, you take long strides in order to storm as fast as possible out of the cage that holds the biggest chains around your neck. Going for the door, you are unable to catch yourself as Kreese grabs your hand and flips you onto your back, splaying your body on the mats beneath you.

Groaning, you move to sit up, watching as he goes to lock the door to the dojo, throwing the keys somewhere and closing the blinds of the big glass panes adorning the front wall. Getting up, the harbored anger floods your being once more, “I’m done with your bullshit Kreese. Let me the fuck out so I can leave this place once and for all. You seem to be doing ‘perfectly fine’ with your boyfriend, so let me go!”

Without answering, he grabs you by the neck firmly, but not enough to choke you. The memories of Johnny instantly flood your mind, causing you to grab his hand just as tight, eyes peering straight into his. Noticing your change in demeanor, he loosens his hold a little and pushes your back up against the closest wall to your back. As your back collides with the wall, his lips clasp yours.

Whining in surprise, you go to pull back only for him to pull you closer by the neck. Realization dawns on you after a moment, and within seconds, your leaning into his touch absentmindedly. You only break apart once your lungs beg for more air. “There. Is that what you wanted?” he asks you, voice gravelly.

Ignoring his comment, you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him into you once again, tongue battling his own. Your tongue dances around, observing every crevice and tasting every bit of his mouth, grazing his teeth, biting his lips, and even tangling it with his. Taking control back, he shoves your body back into the wall, separating your mouth from his, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting your bodies.

His hand, long forgotten and hanging loose on your neck, tightens the grip back up firmly once again and moves his other to pin your arms above your head. Now basking in dominance, he kisses you once more, pinning his knee between your legs in the most delicious way. Taking advantage of the placement, you attempt to grind your core against his thigh to relieve some tension. 

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” he warns, pulling his knee away and moving to unbuckle his belt instead, “On your knees, Slut.”

Obeying instantly, you do as he says and place yourself on your knees. Finally undoing the tie of his gi, he pulls his pants, alongside his underwear, down just enough to let his dick spring free. Gulping in admiration, you take in the view of his girth and length, precum oozing at the tip.

“Looks like your happy to see me,” you joke, loosening your tension in your shoulders.

Stepping closer, Kreese edges closer to your mouth, and, taking the hint, you wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. Your other hand, deciding teasing is the best get-back, wraps itself closer to the tip, thumb grazing the slit. Earning a shudder of pleasure from the man, he goes to move in closer again. Pulling your head away, you squeeze the tip loosely, staring up at Kreese.

At your locked gaze, his cheeks burn bright pink, enabling you to give the man what he wants now that he’s at a loss for words and flustered for you. Taking him into your mouth little by little, you stop just before the barricade of choking. Eyes locked onto his, you place your hands on either side of his hips for support, then take him in as fully as physically possible. Instantly, you are met by struggling moans of relief.

Swirling your tongue around and lapping at his veiny member, he struggles to control himself, the undying need for more consuming him. Pulling away just enough to keep the tip in your mouth, you nod at him, giving him the okay to do as he pleases. That was all he needed to start going, pulling your mouth around his cock again, and tangling his hands in your hair for a better grip. Thrusting into your mouth now, you try your best to breathe as you feel him start twitching, knowing you will be fine in a few minutes.

The closer he gets to ecstasy, the louder he gets, hips thrusting in any possible direction as his pleasure threatens to bubble over. “Look at me,” he orders, looking you in the eyes. Slightly confused, you do as told, looking at him through your eyelashes as he continuously uses your mouth. “That’s it, Good Girl.”

Without warning, he unleashes his load into your mouth, the hot and sticky cum shooting to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Licking up the remains, you make a show of swallowing the contents as well, getting back onto your feet with a help of his hand. Pulling your body into his, he kisses you deeply, tasting himself.

You whine as you are still left in uncomfortable need for him, having not gotten your share just yet, the feeling of being filled a painful reminder. “Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” And that, he does, getting to work on untying your gi and throwing the long-sleeved shirt over you head. Doing the same to him, you match his enthusiasm, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. 

Playing with your clothed breasts, Kreese slips a hand under your bra to pinch your nipples, twisting them between his middle and fore fingers. Moaning, you pull him into your chest nibbling his ear. Gliding his hands down your sides and to your waist, he slowly edges his fingers slightly underneath your pants, pushing them down with your panties. As he busies himself with your clothes, you move your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, breasts springing free and instantly hardening at the new temperature of the room.

Fingers, teasing your entrance, catches you off-guard, moaning again at the first shocks of pleasure. “Kreese,” you start breathlessly, “Enough is enough. Mgh... Stop teasing me,” you try to order, impatient and horny.

“As you wish, Princess.”

Lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hipbone, he lines himself up with your entrance, entering slowly. Together, you sigh in ease simultaneously. Nodding once, you lean your forehead underneath his chin, starting to thrust slowly. Knowing this isn’t the pace he prefers, and body adjusting to his shape, you pull him in closer, whispering in his ear, “Faster, Daddy.”

Jolting at the name, he fastens the pace, grinding in rougher strokes, rubbing every part of you body in the best way possible. No one’s ever filled you the way he is now, and it leaves you stunned in a trance of utter euphoria. Tapping your other leg, you hop up to warp both legs around Kreese. At the new angle, he thrusts upwards, the overstimulation causing you to shake in a new sensation. 

Squeezing his dick tightly, you try to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, but the building want of release causes you to topple over the edge quickly, spilling all over the body still within your own. Without faltering, Kreese continues his assault on your body, causing you to scream out in the fury of pleasure being all too much for you. Shaking harder, you struggle to keep yourself around his body for long.

Seeing this, Kreese keeps himself sheathed in your cunt, laying you on your back against the mats of the flooring. Grabbing your legs, Kreese bends them until your thighs meet your chest. Then, thrusting at the same pace as before, Kreese is able to fuck you senseless without further issues. Moaning screams of ecstasy echo throughout the dojo, the combination of yourself and the slapping of skin being the only noises in the room.

As quickly as you’d built up the previous time, your orgasm and need of release forms again, your pussy throbbing in anticipation.  “Kreese..” is all you manage, the older man quickly teetering towards the edge with you. Thrusting the hardest he had the whole night, he manages only a few more before you both come at the same time, screaming as you pull him down by the neck and into your chest, your name falling from his tongue in multiples.

Sucking in as much air as possible, Kreese and you stay in the same position panting before he unsheathes himself and collapses next to you. Catching your breath, you cuddle into his side in a naked heap of sweat and satisfaction. “Are you still jealous of Terry now?”

“It depends, am I still as useless as before?”

“I don’t believe so,” Kreese giggles, “but if you pull another crazy stunt like that, I will really have to give you a good beating. Huh, Babydoll?”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, going to straddle his hips as he lays on his back, “How about round two and I’ll consider not ripping his throat out?”

“Deal.”

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

[mphecate]

Adenium obesum

TW: physical violence (choking), emotional trauma/abuse mentions, mention of blood.

"Of course I am here." Hecate tries to stand her ground, make him see she's nothing but being honest in that moment. A moment of honesty that Khonshu had deserved for centuries now. "Yes, let's go ba-" Before the goddess could finish her phrase, Khonshu went on a rampage of sarcasm with each point spoken being nothing but a sharp knife reaching at Hecate's pride. What made the most much more painful was the fact Khonshu was right and there was nothing Hecate could do to refute him, a reality rather bitter and frustrating. "I can't undo it all, but I have tried to fix those things..." Her voice was weak, no longer reassured she could have any hint of reason on her side.

And yet, now hearing him cutting as deep as possible into the core of the problem, Hecate's legs felt weak and with every accusation, Hecate would shake her head lightly. He wasn't dirt, he wasn't expendable but that wouldn't change the reality Hecate had sewed for a long time and this was exactly what she came for and yet it drained her nonetheless. "Khonshu..." She voiced out his name at the feeling of the touch she was so familiar with but in that moment, there was no real affection, with the blood's scent and texture staining her cheek. And as the seconds passed, Hecate was proven such.

It was difficult to breathe the moment Hecate stepped into the cave, but in that moment, she felt a real struggle to take any sort of breath. His grasp mirrored the putrid state of his heart, tightening the skin of her neck to the point her eyes opened widely, the body aching for release and Hecate's hand reached to hold his arm firmly. "K-Khonshu, please. You're hurting me..." Her voice didn't quite match the strain in her throat yet and considering the amount of pain she had brought to him for far too long, it was almost idiotic to plead. But she couldn't accept his present actions. Hecate got what she wished, to stop his slaughterous rage, but now the Goddess started to think at what cost.

Her heart was racing, but no longer of stress or anxiety but of terror, and with his remark, Hecate took a second and noticed how her body urgently pleaded, her pulse vibrating against his hard, the skin turning pale and her eyes watered. The eyes that wouldn't leave his, not in defiance, but in growing acceptance and sorrow. "St-stop!" Finally, the severity of the grasp reached her voice, the word coming out in a very weak sound. Hecate now reached for his fingers, trying to create any distance between his hand and her neck but it was pointless.

Hecate was a powerful goddess, but not in the matters of body strength or agility. In fact, considering the nature of her powers and divinity, her vessels tended to be rather fragile and easily damaged. Considering this and the fact the figure that was now choking her had not only the strength but the rage of a God, needless to say her neck was becoming incredibly damaged and fast.

Resorting to her own powers, a purple mist could be seen rising up from her torso to his arm, the substance had an alluring smell but once it touched Khonshu's skin, it hissed as the tissue started to melt. It wasn't as effective as usual, considering Hecate's current affliction. Usually, any matter would instantly dissolve at the touch of her spell. His comment over her beating organ terrified Hecate, as the memories of the many times she'd seen Khonshu rip hearts out of his targets. Now that she was the target, it was no longer an amusing memory. "K... Khons..."

Her tears started to run from her jaw to his fingers, tangling with the blood that still stained his hand. Feeling his grip becoming even more suffocating, it was only natural Hecate would instantly reach for his hand, despite trying to accept that Khonshu needed this act of violence. "I could never give it to you before... I'm sor-" At that point, Hecate could only think of all her wrongdoings towards him, towards her daughters. Her daughters were the ones she had hurt the most with her pride and blind trust. The ones that had suffered equally to Khonshu, just in a mortal number of years.

TW: violence, choking,

A boisterous laugh escaped from the God's lips. He couldn't believe she tried saying she fixed everything - and then admitting that she knew it wasn't enough. "Then what else can you do? If you've done EVERYTHING that you could have done...and yet...it's not enough" He motioned to her in front of him. A scoff escaped his lips. "... so you're here."

His jaw tightened at the phrase. "وكنت لي." (*) Khonshu's eyes closed, feeling a different emotion, other than rage for the first time in weeks. The God's eyes suddenly flashed open as she begged to return to the Island. Backing away, he looked betrayed. "Back? You want to go back?" Suddenly the wet slap of the muscle echoed as it bounced off the side of the cave, slapping the ground as gravity took over.

"Let's go back." He nodded, slowly, as if he was agreeing. "Back to where my work, is suddenly "fixed" because you threw money at it. Great, you spoke with Heather. Will his and I relationship - friends or whatever the fuck him and I decide we are go "back" to what it was before? Great! What about my staff? What did you do for them? Did you apologise? Do they get to go BACK before they had TABLES thrown at them? Cover any costs that they accumulated from recovering from your tantrum?" An eyebrow raised. "Oh, what about during the repairs, because I know that Sakura wasn't open during the repairs."

Khonshu knew. He knew the whole time that Hecate was trying to make amends. "You paid for my workers wages? That they should have been earning at that time because it should have been open?" Sneering before letting a scoff out. "Sure. You really wanna go back?"

Moving closer to her, like he once did when they first met. He manipulated time to be close to her - as close as they were when they were intimate. His voice lowered, a growl hissing out between the small spaces of his teeth. "Lets go back, to where I was in love with you. And you treated me like dirt. As if I was expendable. Lets go back to where everything was about you." His hand grazed the side of her face, in a loving fashion before his fingers continued to snake down her jaw, slowly wrapping around her neck. "You...you had the one who feasts on God's hearts...at your beck and call...and yet you toyed with him no better than a cat with his mouse."

"It was always you. Everything...had to work around you. Gods forbid someone would CATCH you with me." His voice, tired and breathy. His fingers wrapping tighter as the pain from the memories flooded back. "Who....forbids you actually express your feelings." A soft laugh that turned into a short single, sharp wheeze as he breathed in. "...you...feel...wouldn't that be a sight to see." His eyes narrowed down at her. His demeanor changed suddenly. "Hm...I can feel you." The God wasn't lying, he could feel each pulse as it tried to push past his fingers. Brushing his face against hers, their cheeks nuzzling together.

"Oh....isn't that a beautiful sound?" A soft voice hissed out between his teeth, instead of the harsh tone moments before. "I can hear your heart...." His hand gripped even tighter than before as he vocalized each rhythmic contraction and relaxation of her heart muscles.

[jade-parcels]

If I may kindly ask for an extension to Childe's "dirty secret" where he fights for dominance with us, literally 👀

👀 ask and you shall receive

Extension to this post

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Fighting for dominance with Ajax can go one of two ways. One, it’s a playful fight where there isn’t actually much violence at all. Two…You guys literally fight. It’s consensual fighting and no blows are actually meant to cause extreme harm so you’ve been warned

Playful fighting will usually just be him throwing you on the bed and pinning you down. He’ll allow you to shove him off and rough him up a little as you try to get him to submit

Usually play fights end in him topping, or at least him getting you in whatever position he wanted in the first place. There’s laughing, jokes and playful smacks on the ass. “Now I’ve gotcha~” a deep chuckle followed by loving kisses being pressed all over your face

He will let you win though just to see you smile :) but then he’ll whine when you take your time with it “Aw c’mon baby! Don’t be a tease, you already won! You’re so mean to little old me~” he can’t take anything seriously lmao

Couples play fight a lot, this is pretty much the same thing. If he actually hurt you while doing this, he’s quick to apologize and kiss whatever injury it was. Like if he pushed you a bit too hard and you hit your head on the headboard, he’d be quick to give you kisses and make sure you’re okay

When it comes to actually fighting (again, it’s a scene not him actually ab*sing you)…Most maneuvers are fair game ***If hitting, biting, spitting or name calling is a squick for you, I recommend you stop reading here!!***

A rough day of being scrutinized by the other harbingers, dealing with idiots all day or just not getting to fully unleash his animalistic side on the battlefield, any of these will lead to him wanting to fight you

It’ll always start with you two sparring, working up a sweat, getting some bruises here and there. Ajax loves when you’re sweaty and grimy from a fight. He loves trapping you against the wall and licking the salty sweat off your cheek, whispering obscenities in your ear

Now that he’s all riled up fromt his fight, it’s hard to get him to settle down

When he gets like this he wants to be on top. Of course, you have every right to be on top of him too. Let the hands begin

You can knee him in the gut, taking advantage of how he loosens his grip for just a second to flip him over

He’ll retaliate, shoving at you, shaking you, twisting your arm until you let go. It truly is all fair game unless it’s…well, stabbing or something

One thing Ajax will never do is hit you in the face. That’s off limits even for him. You can hit him in the face if you want, he doesn’t care! But he will never ever hit you in the face….on purpose.

Of course theres 2 outcomes to these fights for dominance. He wins or you do

He’ll snarl at you when he finally ‘wins’, grinning at you animalistically. Blood drips from his split lip, landing on your chest “Finally~ Damn, you put up a good fight baby. Now it’s time for my reward, huh? Lay back and be good for me, maybe I’ll even let you cum”

He won’t be very gentle either, he’ll take you hard and fast, bruising your hips and leaving dark purple hickies all over your neck. Jeez, you can even see teeth marks in some of them

When he’s worn you and himself out he’ll visibly deflate a little, his shoulders will sag and you’ll know he got it out of his system

He’ll be super attentive and cuddly, telling you how good you were for him and that he’s sorry for getting carried away. You don’t mind much but you’ll make him make you breakfast in bed in the morning.

^^ Ajax will have his fair share of marks too, your scratches down his back and arms, his split lip and bites all over his neck and shoulders. These kinds of nights aren’t as common as the playful ones but damn 👀

When you win, he’ll put up a big fight verbally but not so much physically.

Once you beat him, he won’t try to retaliate, he’ll lay there obediently but he’ll talk a big game. He doesn’t know when to shut up

“You may have beaten me this time but I’ll tell you right now, I’m NOT gonna beg. If anything, I’ll have you begging for me within the next twenty minutes, you just wait!”

That, in fact, does not happen. Instead, you’re smiling sweetly down at him as he yanks at his restraints “Please! Oh please babe, you gotta let me cum this time!” How the tables have turned

Tease him as long as you want, put him in his place! He’s gotten a bit too cocky lately hasn’t he? He’s won too much, beaten too many people in fights to the point where he hasn’t lost in awhile. You better make him rememeber that he can’t always win

Tell him how weak he is. A harbinger? Being taken down by a normal person? You just have a vision! No delusion, no Fatui military training. Hell, you don’t even have your vision in your hand and you still beat him! “Tartaglia~ Imagine what the Tsaritsa would say if she saw her strongest harbinger like this~ Whining like a bitch for me” spit in his face, yank his hair “How pathetic~”

Either way…Y’all know how to have fun 👀

[sokkalore]

Would you perhaps want to list your favorite xie lian simping for hua cheng moments? Like we all know HC is a major simp but XL honestly is too and I love it

this ask makes me so happy that i decided to dedicate an entire highlight color to annotations of characters acting like whores . ok here we go.

xie lian's obsession with hua cheng's legs, hands, etc. this starts even before he sees hua cheng's face, in any form:

"Those black leather boots were wrapped tight, and going upwards there were a pair of long and slender legs, looking extremely beautiful as they walked." this is chapter 8.

in chapter 16 hua cheng just. picks up a bag of junk and walks away with it and, "He watched as the lanky youth walked away with his giant bag of junk as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world, and it made him mutter 'forgive my sins' inwardly."

when they're actually in the banyue arc properly: "Xie Lian turned to see San Lang striding with his lithe long legs towards him." like we get it bestie we get it.

he also describes hua cheng's hand as, "...long and shapely, clean and elegant, a beautiful hand. It wasn't a vulnerable kind of beautiful, but rather, there was a strength hidden beneath the muscles. It was a hand that one wouldn't want to have choking their throat."

physical attraction aside, xie lian is just absolutely obsessed with hua cheng's sense of humor. hua cheng raises an eyebrow and xie lian is like, "he's the funniest person to ever exist." some examples:

when hua cheng lies about the general's tombstone saying everyone should kowtow before it three times just bc they were laughing at the general's death and xie lian is like "why are you so mischievous?" and hua cheng sticks his tongue out and they both share a little giggle

it would take a while to find every example of this but open up to a scene where hua cheng is making fun of someone (probably fx or mq) and you will find xie lian giggling to himself or smiling fondly

xie lian always just wants to be. near hua cheng:

he gets legitimately sad when they're apart for more than like, 48 hours. this happens after the banyue arc, after the qi rong beat down, in the very small space between their ghost city date and them meeting back up again for domestic puqi shrine times, in between mount tong'lu opening and the end of brocade immortal arc like...any time they're separated for a short amount of time (or a year) xie lian is NOT happy about it. clingy!

but even when he is literally with hc, he likes being as close to him as possible. in gambler's den, "Xie Lian was content to just watch from the background, but the moment he heard Hua Cheng's voice, he started trying to push himself through the crowd."

xie lian is constantly grabbing onto hua cheng's hand. to the point that when he instinctually reaches for it post CPR attempt/coffin scene he has to like. shake himself and be like stop. you whore. stop it. that's too much.

the part when pei ming is like hey is it? convenient? to have a red string dangling between the two of you? and xie lian gets legitimately SAD when hua cheng makes it invisible

this ended up more romantic than simping which is what you asked for so. to finish off, a few more moments that i have highlighted purple for whore:

when they're in qi rong's lair and the way xie lian tells us that hua cheng is now in disguise is, "...the one standing next to him wasn't the exceptionally handsome red-clad ghost king he knew,"

every time xie lian gives us a detailed description of hua cheng's widow's peak

in sinner's pit when he describes hua cheng's jawline for like three paragraphs and is only interrupted when ke mo starts yelling

when, in the aftermath of the underwater kiss, xie lian says, "Every time they met, Hua Cheng looked good in different ways," and (here's the start of the widow's peak mentions), "...above Hua Cheng's forehead was a widow's peak, and it made his face look even more shapely and alluring."

when hua cheng wore all black and, "Looking at him, Xie Lian couldn't help but remember the saying: 'for men to look handsome, they must dress in all black.' He thought deeply about the truth of that statement."

like two chapters later when xie lian literally can't focus on sqx being missing because hua cheng keeps changing outfits and xie lian cannot stop staring at him

in mount tong'lu when they're running from bwx and hua cheng says something like oh if he kills one of my butterflies i'll make ten more, i'll never back down, let's see who's left standing in the end and we get, "Xie Lian's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he mumbled inwardly, '...Oh no, this is bad.' Even though Hua Cheng's expression was subconsciously displayed, Xie Lian really was quite weak to this aggressive and rebellious confidence of his."

when qi rong said that hua cheng only got attention from girls in puqi because it's a remote place and xie lian thinks to himself, "Even if Hua Cheng was dressed like a beggar, Xie Lian believed, should he go begging, he would collect a mountain of gold."

OK I'M STOPPING HERE BECAUSE THIS POST IS SO LONG but. this isn't even close to a comprehensive list but i hope it satisfied what you were looking for 😭

[magicwhiskers29]

Okay! I have finished a season 4 rewatch in the intervening time here, and hm. It raises some interesting things too.

I think you're onto something about why Macaque is in the underworld again in the epilogue. Like, usually people just get dragged there, in LMK and JttW, with the only particular exception in my memory being when Macaque and Wukong fight their way down there to have people down there tell them apart in the Macaque chapter of our JttW. But as discussed at the start of this chain, our Macaque chapter is probably quite different to LMK's, so this may have not even happened. You don't just go there in LMK. Unless, of course, there's no danger for even an illegally resurrected being like Macaque because the Ten Kings are dead.

And yeah! LBD was locked away, and her motivation for reviving Macaque is stated to be so that he would free her, so... It tracks that she would have very little physical influence, and would need the """Mayor""" to do something like a revival for her. It also raises some interesting points about the power level of the """Mayor""", because why would Macaque be able to free LBD, but not him? We see in s1 that the """Mayor""" has the key for the box, or at least... A key that would open it, but he still gives the key to MK to get the box open. I assume he either can't dig up the box himself, is in some way otherwise cursed to not be able to open it, or is not powerful enough to open it.

Any of these reasons could explain why Macaque is necessary, and maybe the second is most likely, but I'm fascinated by the idea of Macaque being chosen because he was deemed both manipulativable, and powerful enough to deal with the box in even a weakened state. Which is interesting, right? Because the """Mayor""" beats him to take him to LBD in s2e7. If the """Mayor""" is just cursed, then why specifically Macaque, and if he's just not strong enough, then what does Macaque have that would make him strong enough, but also weak to the Mayor?

With our theory, it could maybe suggest that the chaos powers don't help against LBD? That maybe her power is strong against his? She does talk a bit about eradicating chaos, but hm. I'm not sure. More food for thought.

What I really wanted to confirm was that in the s4 special flashback scene with Wukong under the Five-Phases Mountain, and Macaque visiting, Macaque has at least his telwporting abilities. So prior to his death, he was still able to teleport through shadows. This is visually identical to present day Macaque's powers, but I also don't think it's a theory-breaker.

We don't know if what he does is specifically teleporting in shadows in this flashback, and given the fact that teleporting is fairly ubiquitous for powerful beings, it doesn't define his power set. It's also not as flashy as Macaque tends to be in the present day, more matching his kind of stealthy escapes, such as when he saves MK from possessed Wukong in the s3 special. I think it's still eminently possible that Macaque's power was more similar to Wukong's.

Honestly, if we really want to throw this info out -- this is Wukong's memory of events. He could just be an unreliable narrator, or misremembering. If he remembers Macaque's powers as purple and shadowy now, maybe he thinks he did in retrospect. Or maybe he's just trying to merge his two versions of Macaque in his memory. It's hard to say, really, but I think this imagery doesn't change much for us. We are not shown the extent of Macaque's past abilities in s4, and we still have no reason to believe that they're exactly the same

You know what I just thought of tho? Why does nobody in the LMK universe know what happened to Macaque?

Becasue IRL we know it's Very likely that Wukong killed him (Or at the very least severely maimed him) in the show becasue we know the events of the Actual Real Life Book "Journey to the West". But we also know that the same book exists in the LMK universe since both Tang and Macaque himself have made reference to it. So like. Why isn't what happened to Macaque common knowledge?

MK apparently hasn't read it and never found out through any other means (we see him ask Macaque outright about it). Hell, Macaque is so unknown to him, MK gets deceived by him in the first season. But he does still know the stories becasue of media about it in the show universe (Monkey King the Animated Series tm) and from Tang who presumably did read the book, and while I can imagine an in universe show omitting something like their main character killing their bestie, I can't think of any reason why Tang wouldn't have told MK if Tang had known.

All that to basically say, yea MK apparently is lowkey uneducated outside of pop culture - which is really funny to me - but even their resident scholar seems to have no idea so what gives? Who the hell wrote Macaque out of the history books? Was it Wukong? Was he so guilt ridden and angry that he made sure that was the one major event that didn't get preserved? Was it some of the other original JTTW gang, knowing Wukong would hate the general public knowing anything about it? Those are literally the only two theories I can think of - and the first is the one that I think is most likely.

And on top of that, imagine how Macaque felt when he realized this. That his death and even existence at all was the one thing that wasn't remembered. Idk it's just a really interesting bit of accidental world building that I don't think will ever get explained, but it'd be really cool if it did.