#ash island reactions

[yawn-junn]

A collection of a few of my favorite pics of Ash Island

[ashdash2417]

Goddammit, I got myself back into a Total Drama obsession again…

(Will it last long? I dunno, probably not..)

[evilminji]

Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday!!! some zuko and lu ten please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

They dock at Kyoshi Island and it's clear they've just suffered an attack by the Fire Nation - burnt buildings and everything covered in ash and more people than you'd expect with bandages wrapped around them. They're almost immediately swarmed by women in face paint and Sokka reaches for his boomerang, worried about their reaction to someone as clearly Fire Nation as Lee.

But Lee shouts, "Ami!" and a women jumps into his arms, clinging to him as the others press close and call out greetings.

Sokka feels himself relaxing. Not just because they're not attacking them, but he feels some of his suspicion towards Lee loosening as well. If people so recently the victims of the Fire Nation are at ease around Lee, maybe he's really not secretly a spy for them, or whatever.

Ami pulls back and sniffs. "They went inland and they took Suki and Kiho and they probably already," she stops, biting her lip.

Lee shakes his head. Sokka says, "They took them as hostages to keep your compliance. Dead hostages aren't much leverage."

His home and people were destroyed by the Fire Nation and they've been working to save the Southerners still stranded in their home and managing to avoid the Fire Nation. He's familiar with their tactics.

He has all their attention now. Lee places a hand on Ami's shoulder and says, "Sokka's right. We're going to get them back."

"How?" she demands. "They've camped out-"

"By the volcano," he says, an edge to his voice that makes Sokka uneasy. "I know. Don't worry, we'll sneak in." He pauses. "Well, Sokka will sneak in. I'm planning to just walk right up."

This has not been part of the plan they'd discussed. "Really? How do you think that's going to go? They'll just take you hostage too!"

Lee raises an eyebrow, holding out his hands and flame bursts from his palm. Several of the warriors lean back, but Ami stays exactly where she is. "You kept the armor from the soldiers you'd killed, right?"

"Yes," Ami says, grinning.

"No," Sokka objects, even though he knows it will work, for exactly the same reason he's been so wary of Lee and his father.

Regardless of their loyalties, they're still Fire Nation.

Still fire benders.

[loggiepj]

To Love A Lannister

chapter 15 | chapter 16

Holding off another moan, you curled your fingers into a fist as you clutched against the sheets tightly. Early in the morn, when the sun hadn't greeted the horizon yet, Cersei started to torture you with her mouth as you laid on the bed.

She was having a way with your cock at her own leisurely pace and you weren't allowed to touch her.

One wrong move and she'd stop whatever she was doing.

Cersei's hand lazily stroke your hard shaft up and down, while she occasionally licked the length, her eyes trained on you watching your every reaction.

Your cock twitching against her hold brought a proud smirk on the Queen's face.

"Cersei," you moaned, "I don't think I can hold it anymore."

She only chuckled softly, her hand wrapping tight around you, making you pull the sheets.

Cersei stared at you as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking lightly, then letting go.

"I enjoy this so much," she said, her hand never stopping.

You laughed, only to be cut off with another moan as she nipped the tip. "I . . . I can tell."

When you came for the nth time that day, you pleaded rest for an hour making the Queen Mother laugh.

"Clearly, I overestimated your stamina," Cersei said, chuckling as she laid down next to you. "You seem to be getting old."

You joined in laughter, still breathless, wrapping your arm around the woman as you placed your head on top of her stomach. "Father has just been exhausting me from training."

Fighting your eyelids from drooping to sleep, you began caressing the skin of her upper thigh, mesmerized by the creamy color of her skin.

"I see you've been obtaining injuries as well," Cersei added, her fingers carefully dancing around the fresh wound you got on your shoulder from falling a number of times riding Nymeros.

You wished to tell Cersei everything, about you being a Targaryen, about the dragon, about Daenerys, wanting nothing to hide from the woman anymore. But it was a story for another time, as you started to pepper kisses on her lower stomach past the faint blonde hair above her cunt down to her dripping center.

"Y/n—"

Seeing the Lannister woman like this was what kept you from telling the truth. Oberyn's warning still hadn't left your mind, doubting Cersei would still choose you if she only knew. And you didn't want this to stop just yet.

~~~

Nymeros had been patient with you. If it wasn't for the Targaryen blood running through your veins, you knew you'd be burned to ashes for how poorly you had trained with the dragon.

The dragon had no experience when it came to battles, having been imprisoned inside the cave for decades. At first, you were afraid how Nymeros would react to the outside world, seeing him hesitant from stretching his wings. But it didn't stop Nymeros from flying across the sky the second it saw birds flying in groups. Later on, you let it wander around near places with you on its stead.

Besides keeping a low profile training in deserted islands near Sunspear, it was a challenge training the dragon.

You had no idea how monstrously huge Nymeros was out in the open and against the sun. The wings could create a tsunami if the dragon wanted to and the talons could tear skin through bone if one would suffer such misfortune.

It had been a living dream to be able to ride a dragon, let alone petting and ordering it with what few High Valyrian words you learned. You just wished you could share all your tales to the woman you loved.

Uneasy with the way your days had been going with Nymeros, Oberyn and your guardian father had been silent on their own, always changing the subject whenever you tried to bring up how things were with Daenaerys.

You knew they had only been contacting in secret so as not to catch any attention from Prince Doran, yet it didn't lift your spirits up having been kept out of the discussion.

The marriage between Trystane and Myrcella was to push through. Servants and other guests were busy as they began with the preparation, with other houses flocking to Sunspear to witness the union of two strong houses.

However, there was something in your gut telling you to keep wary of Myrcella's safety as she chose a number of colorful wedding dresses with her mother inside her chambers. So you picked one of your trusted guards to keep them company at all times.

It was when Prince Doran called for you when you realized you had underestimated his patience.

"I believe your father has been a great influence on my brother Oberyn, and I'm truly grateful for that," Doran began. "But if something I have been forbidding happens anytime soon, trust me when I say I can never be forgiving on second chances."

"I am not—"

"Do you think I'm not aware of what's happening with the Sands' rebellion in the open desert? I have eyes and ears, Lady Y/n."

Your eyesbrows furrowed deeper.

"That's why I called for you," he went on. "Because I trust you out of all would ensure the Lannisters' safety given your fondness over Myrcella's mother."

Swallowing a nervous gulp, you replied, "I promise not to let harm come their way, Prince Doran."

"I surely hope so," he said. "Treason is punishable by death. I've reminded Oberyn of it, but I trust you will talk some sense out of him and your father."

~~~

The creaking of bed and breathless moans filled the entire room in the middle of the night. Illuminated by the candle on the desk, the shadows danced passionately along the walls of the Dowager Queen's chambers.

Cersei's legs were wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her. Her nails dug behind your back, keeping you in the present. Your arms on both sides of her head, supporting you from resting your entire weight on the Queen.

When Cersei grabbed your face to hers as she pressed her mouth against your parted lips, you let out a strained moan.

Resting her forehead against yours, she looked into your eyes as she panted, "Marry me."

You opened your eyes wider, pausing your movements as you looked at her.

"What?"

Her fingers brushed along the sides of your lips before she clarified. "Marry me after my daughter's marriage. I want you beside me as I go back to King's Landing."

A smile slowly crept into your face as you continued to stare at the woman, wondering if it was the bliss from your lovemaking that made her confess to such a thing. But you treasured every moment of it.

"Are you—"

"I am sure," Cersei confirmed, chuckling softly seeing your adorable face. She brushed a strand of your hair over your ear before she cupped your cheek. "I've grown quite fond of you, my Lady, if you don't know that yet. . . Marry me and make me the happiest Lannister there is in Westeros."

You nodded back enthusiastically as you murmured against her lips. "Yes, yes, Cersei, my Queen, I will marry you."

And you swore you could hear happy sniffles from her end as she kissed you back, the movement urging you to continue thrusting into her.

When you both fell asleep from tiredness that night, with your head on her chest, you didn't notice Cersei's hands playing through your hair as she lulled you to sleep.

You didn't notice her lips pressing a longing kiss on top of your head, smelling your hair and loving it.

And you surely didn't hear the tiny whisper she made before she let sleep consume her.

"I love you, Y/n."

~~~

But all happy things would eventually come to an end.

Tywin's death had reached Dorne some time in the morning while you all were breaking the fast, somehow ending the bliss between you and Cersei. It was a week before Myrcella's wedding.

And it was Tyrion that delivered his father's untimely demise, surprising you. But you doubted if it was a setup when another innocent whore was also murdered in Tywin's chambers that night, not expecting Tyrion could do such a thing.

Cersei avoided you for two nights until you finally had enough. When she let you enter her chambers that night, you embraced the Lannister woman for comfort, ready to accept whatever insults she may have your way.

You knew the Queen felt it deep inside that you were to blame. If Tyrion was only executed, her father would still be alive.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, leaning your forehead against hers.

She sniffled as she pulled away from you. "It's going to be fine. My brother Jaime will hold the fort after our father's death. I trust he would advise Tommen just as wise as our father did."

You nodded, sitting beside the woman, waiting for her to permit you to touch her.

And you thought she never would when she rode you that night, coming on top of you for a few times with your hands tied to the bed posts, helpless.

When you both came for the final time, tired and out of breath, Cersei finally let you loose.

"I hope you know now how being kind is a form of weakness," she whispered as she laid on top of you. "And weakness only create multitudes of problems."

~~~

Why would you support a usurper?

It was the only thing in Cersei's head since she received a raven from her brother Jamie, how Varys was involved in helping escape Tyrion from King's Landing and how Jamie had overheard Daenerys has been waiting for your arrival in Dragonstone.

Were you keeping things from her? You of all people were the only Martell she could trust and yet you chose to betray her.

Saving Tyrion in exchange to her father's death, she would forgive you in an instant. But if what Jaime said was true, it was certainly unforgivable.

The Lioness could only grit her teeth as she crumpled the tiny scroll with Jamie's handwriting.

Of course, Jamie just wants to destroy whatever relationship Cersei has with you.

"Mother," Myrcella called, making Cersei look at her daughter. She could see the sheepish smile displayed on the younger Lannister. "Is something going on between you and Lady Y/n?"

Cersei forced a weak smile. "Wherever you hear this, my child?"

"People talk, Mother," she replied, giggling. "And before you deny any allegations, I would just like you to know that it's okay. You deserve to be happy too, Mother. With all the things going on, in King's Landing, my brother's death, the war across the narrow sea, I think we all do deserve to be happy at least once."

"How did you grow up so fast and get so wise?" Cersei said, smiling from ear to ear as she embraced her daughter.

There was little hope inside Cersei that Jaime was just being Jaime. Envious of you.

~~~

Making love with you was the only thing that kept the Queen Mother occupied and away from worries in the world. In your chambers or hers, there were only you and her, no one else.

"Y/n," Cersei moaned in your parted mouth, holding your head behind her and your hand that was gripping her hips.

The sound of wet skins slapping was the kind of music Cersei had grown accustomed to, your groan even more memorable as you thrusted into her cunt from behind.

"Cersei." One of your hands went to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, enjoying the way the woman's chest was rapidly rising and falling with every thrust you gave.

Cersei felt so wonderful having herself be fucked by you, your cock stretching her out, filling her good. It had immediately erased any thought there was in the Queen Mother's head, even her own name that kept on replaying in your mouth as you didn't dare stop.

When your fingers slipped forward to roll her swollen clit, Cersei lost her composure as she leaned forward and held tight against the sheets.

It felt so good, Cersei thought of speaking yet only whimpers and moans came out of her throat as she thrashed before you.

You weren't faring well as you held her ass and fastened the pace when you felt her clenching around your cock. And when she finally came, shuddering beneath you and juices dripping down both your thighs, you fell down on her back as you came just seconds after.

"Cersei, Cersei," you groaned, head buried into the back of her neck as you spilled more cum inside her. "I love you so much."

When you said it, the blissful smile on Cersei's face eventually disappeared as every thought and doubt began appearing inside her head.

The older woman crawled out from under you as she laid her back on the bed, making you wonder if you said something wrong. Laying next to her and still panting, you let out a chuckle in the silent night.

"I swore one of these nights, Oberyn may come down knocking on our door just to silence us out."

"Do you?" Cersei's sudden serious voice made you frown in confusion.

"Do I what?"

"Do you really love me?" she asked.

Breathless, you turned around to face her. "I do. I do love you, Cersei. What's wrong?"

Cersei licked her lips, denying any doubt she had seeing your innocent face. No, you wouldn't do such a thing towards her. You weren't that capable of hurting her, were you?

"Hey," you called again, caressing her cheek, bringing her to look back at you. "I can tell something's bothering you. You can tell me anything."

"It's stupid—"

"It's not stupid if it bothers you this much," you said.

Cersei regained her breathing before she spoke. "I received a letter from Jaime saying you and the Martells are set to meet and serve Daenerys in Dragonstone, make plans to overthrow my son from the iron throne," she sighed, "I know it's just one of my brother's ways of destroying what we have—"

You stiffened, making Cersei's eyes widen because she surely noticed it.

"It's not true, is it?" Cersei asked, her voice unsure.

You pulled back to a sit, looking before you, avoiding the woman's gaze.

"Y/n!" Cersei demanded. "It's not true, is it?"

She could see you troubled and the only instinct she had at that moment was to fight before you could move. You may had planned to murder her after the sex you had.

Fast as lightning, Cersei grabbed the dagger she gifted you from the table, straddled herself on top of you as she held it against your throat.

"Cersei—"

The cold steel pressed against your skin as she asked, "Is it true or not?"

"It's true," you replied, holding your hands up in the air in surrender. "It's true. But it's not what you think—"

"What I think is here I am not believing a word Jaime has said when I have every reason to," she spat coldly, leaning forward towards you as you pulled back from the weapon.

"Cersei, let me explain," you began. "Please."

The small drop of blood from your neck made the Lannister woman climb off you, hastily getting dressed.

"Cersei, listen to me," you said, dressing up as well. "Tommen is not the rightful heir—"

"How dare you use me—"

"I did not use you, Cersei. Believe me," you begged. "I do love you. I have loved you desperately. My heart calls your name. I swear my loyalty to you. You're my Queen."

There was a tiny pause before she laughed evilly.

"Is that what you call to one of your whores? My Queen of the Martell Chambers?!"

Cersei headed towards the door before you got ahold of her. "Cersei, I was planning to tell you."

"When? When you and I have already gotten married and I have no choice but to attack my son just because the true heir wants to sit on his throne?!"

"The iron throne belongs to Queen Daenerys —"

"I am your Queen!"

"You are, you are—"

"I was wrong," she said with a scornful tone. "Whatever this is, it's over."

And it broke your heart as much as hers did. She fought herself not to cry.

"You betrayed me," she said in a low voice, you almost didn't hear it.

"Cersei—"

"Stay away from me!"

"Cersei, she's my sister, I can't —"

"What?" Bewildered eyes met yours as you took a step forward towards her.

"Daenerys.  . . She's.  . . . She's my sister," you confessed, tears on your face. "I recently found out about it, I swear it was not my intention to betray you. I have no choice."

Cersei gritted her teeth as she tried to absorb the information.

Dragons, the witch had said. Cersei's greatest love and heartbreak. You.

"Then choose," Cersei said, her voice hitched.

"What do you mean?"

"Choose between me and her. Choose between me and Daenerys. "

"Cersei, it's not that easy—"

"Just choose!" Choose me.

But you only fell silent, lost on what to do. She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Once we leave Dorne," she started, "do not ever attempt to contact me. Do not ever set foot in King's Landing, for I will not hesitate to order the Kingsguard to have you beheaded for treason."

Cersei left, slamming the door harshly behind her.

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[cal-flakes]

dealer!rafe bringing barry and other important ppl in the business home, and then they all find reader in her underwear dancing around the kitchen w a joint (the music was so loud she didn’t hear them come in)

╰┈➤ prying eyes (blurb)

warnings: drug use, mentions of a gun, swearing.

summary: y/n gets caught in an awkward situation.

“california..knows how to party!” she sang, shimmying around the kitchen island with nothing but a pair of pink panties and a white t-shirt covering her. her feet danced around next to their dog, milo, who tilted his head at her.

blowing out a cloud of smoke, she quickly tapped the ash from her joint into the ashtray, swaying her hips to the music to the 90’s beat as she did.

she chuckled at the concerned look on milo’s face before kneeling in front of him, grabbing one of his paws to mimick her dancing. “let me welcome everybody to the wild-wild west..” she rapped, giggling as the bulldogs tail wagged.

this went on for a while as she let her playlist play through, dancing and smoking around the kitchen. she was pretty high, but she gained a much higher tolerance for it having been around rafe for so long, he was a terrible influence.

y/n jumped up in excitement as miami started playing through the built in sound system, specially fitted for her and her love of music. “party in the city where the heat is on, all night on the beach till the break of dawn” she sang, waving her arms to the beat.

she didn’t even notice milo running out of the room, tail wagging furiously. sparking the freshly rolled joint, she inhaled deeply, bopping her head to the music as her hips swung.

the volume in the kitchen was so loud, she failed to hear the multiple voices nearing her.

rafe continued explaining to barry and some others what he had done with the cross, walking them through the process of melting it down. fully immersed in the conversation, his reaction to the other boys’ jaw’s dropping was slightly delayed.

“so now we’re gonna- what?” he spoke, his head turning in the same direction, he too was utterly surprised to find his girlfriend jumping around the kitchen, completely oblivious to the four boys stood in the doorway.

he quickly noticed her lack of pants as she scanned her small frame, suddenly pulling his gun from his waistband, pointing it in their direction. “close your fucking eyes and turn around!” he snapped, watching as the two unfamiliar boys cowered, yet barry chuckled, simply turning away from the kitchen.

lowering the weapon, he pulled his phone out to override the sound system, cutting the music off.

“what the- oh fuck!” she shrieked, moving behind the island, covering her lower half from any prying eyes. her cheeks flushed as rafe’s furious stare caught her eyes. “hey, you didn’t tell me! this isn’t my fault!” she pled, pointing accusingly in his direction.

“upstairs y/n. take milo too” he said, venom lingering on his tongue. nodding frantically, she began ushering milo through the house while rafe quickly diverted the trio of men in the opposite direction, ensuring they wouldn’t catch a glimpse of anything.

she scurried up the stairs, phone in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. sighing, she pushes open their shared bedroom door, launching herself onto the bed.

she chuckled as milo whined beside her, laying his heavy head on her stomach. “we’re in trouble miles..” she groaned, stroking the soft fur between his eyebrows.

[soubi122]

Funeral

This is a oneshot that was collecting dust in my drafts and I finally managed to finish it - ft kakucho.

Warnings: Domestic violence, smut, pregnancy, cheating, mentions of death, slight dark content, alcohol, language, slight angst and fluff.

MDNR - MINORS, respectfully, GO AWAY.

You never thought about being this happy at a funeral. Past funerals attended were full of grief and sorrow. The person who left the earth would be someone whom you'd dearly loved or were close with, someone who you felt was taken too soon. But this was different, the funeral taking place today was for none other than your husband. What you thought would be the best thing in your life turned out to be a nightmare. 

At the funeral many people flooded the marble floors, paying their respects to the dearly departed. His large portrait was on a stand surrounded by white and yellow chrysanthemums. The sight of these flowers was too pure for the vile being that was being honored today. Strangers were coming up to you and bowing - giving their condolences for your loss. They placed small envelopes in a box, a red and gold box that you wanted to burn. He deserved none of the generosity offered today. 

The black veil that covered your face felt like a mask, obscuring your features to avoid people gauging your reactions or grief, it also hid the ugly bruises and swollen eyes. For hours you've been sitting in that cushion and in pain. Your ribs were aching, the throbbing in your head wouldn't stop, the taste of metal on your tongue was driving you mad. As the funeral was winding down, the director approached you with a warm smile, years of practice and empathy made this process easy for them. “Mrs. (L/N)? We're at the last 10 minutes - we will begin escorting the guests out.” You nodded and were about to get up and leave but a tall figure approached you. Oh god, please… no more 'sorry for loss', 'your husband was a great man' lines. You think to yourself as you look up and notice the male's features. Raven hair, a scar that ran across the right side of his face to the left eye - despite his threatening appearance, the look in his eyes was sincere. 

Remembering him as a recent acquaintance of your husband, you knew they were coming to ask about his will. Business is business after all, it will keep going even when you are laying on a metal slab or are 6ft underground. “(Y/N), I'm very sorry for your loss.”  His stern but gentle tone caught you off guard. As you were beginning to bow, he spoke again - “We will need to speak regarding your husband's affairs and assets.” Here we go…the ever looming threat of his wealth was barreling towards you already and his ashes have yet to be scattered into the wind. The vultures were ready. “His attorney will be reading the will tomorrow - I'm sure he outlined what is to be done with his assets.” The raven haired man said nothing more and bowed, taking his leave. Finally, this act was over. 

You made your way to the penthouse that you were forced to call home but now that he was gone, you welcomed the emptiness that awaited you. Kicking off your heels, you exhaled a sigh of relief and slid down to the floor - barely noticing the figure that emerged from the dark corner of your kitchen. Only when you heard the sound of a click did you notice the shadow. You began to put your hands up and stare into the dark corner, waiting for the figure to emerge. “Sorry to do this during your time of grief, but this is urgent.” The same scarred man approached you, he had a gun in hand, loaded and pointed in your direction. 

Soon more figures emerged from the dark corners of your home. How the hell did they get past security? A knot began to form in your throat as the man tilted his head, pointing towards the kitchen island and telling you to take a seat without words. You got on your feet and made your way towards the island, silently taking a seat with your hands still up. The final figure that emerged was that of a shorter male with silver hair and eyes that looked like they haven't had a good night's rest in months. The dark circles became even more prominent by the dimmed overhead lights in your kitchen. “You can put your hands down, dollface.” One of the many men spoke, his tone was that of a psychopath - to avoid invoking anyone's wrath, you put your hands down on the counter. “Your husband's assets belong to us - at tomorrow's reading, you will relinquish them without any opposition.” A third voice said and his figure stepped into the dim light. He too had silver hair but his was long and he had eyes like a feral cat. A light chuckle escapes your lips as you reach for your coat pocket. In an instant your head was pinned against the counter, making you grunt and a gun was pressed against the back of your skull. “Don't even try, gorgeous…” Long slender fingers reached for the hand that held the metal object, prying it from your hold. “It's a cigarette box…” You say quietly without moving or resisting. 

With a nod, the shorter man gave permission for them to remove the gun, allowing you to lift your head from the counter. “We will have someone accompany you to tomorrow's reading…as a safety precaution - wouldn't want you to make a break for it.” Your silence spoke volumes to them. “We can also just make you hand everything over without the attorney present.” Another voice said from behind you, his tone was much softer than the one who pinned you down. Just what the hell did your husband get into? How did they know where you lived? The only thing you could do is nod. “Kakucho, you and these three will stay with her until tomorrow's reading. Takeomi and Mochizuki will bring you some spare clothing in the morning.” The man who you assumed was Kakucho nodded. Were they really planning to spend the night here? Or did they have other plans in mind? Did they want to break you more than your husband already did? You looked at the man with the short silver hair, his eyes were empty, bare and cold. Though the veil covered your face and hid your expression, he saw right through it - the submission and fear. “They won't touch you unless you give them a reason to…” His words of reassurance did just the opposite. 

Once the rest of the men left your penthouse, the others that remained began to make themselves at home and turned on the lights. Turning to face them, you noticed that they were all dressed in suits, had wildly colored hair and two of them had neck tattoos. The more ‘normal’ looking one was the raven haired man, with the exception of his facial scar. “So, dollface…you're probably wondering what your dear ol' husband did in order for us to be here…” The male with the psychopathic tone spoke, the two diamond shaped scars on the corners of his mouth curved as he smiled wickedly at you. Never have you seen such beautiful crystal eyes on such a sinister looking man. “You're scaring her Sanzu, she'll be sleeping with an eye open now thanks to you.” The coy and playful tone of the tallest male made you look in his direction. He had clean cut short purple tresses, the neck tattoo robbed your attention from his lavender eyes and handsome smirk. If you were to stand in front of him, you were sure to get top shelf vertigo. “Mikey said not to touch her.” The third male spoke, he had almost a matching hair color to the taller man but in mullet form, he too bore a neck tattoo - wait…that hanafuda design…it can't be! Alarm bells started going off in your head, you've seen the news, heard the rumors and seen first hand at what Bonten is capable of. That life of peace that you thought you were going to have? Well it just went up in smoke. These men were probably going to torture you, rape you or throw you in a brothel to pay off whatever your husband owed them. 

It felt like your chest was about to burst, the anxiety was ravaging your nerves and mind. The shortness of breath and trembling started, when the raven haired man noticed, you were on the verge of passing out. He caught you right before the back of your head met the floor. “Hey! What's wrong?” He asked as you began to have a panic attack. A sharp pain in your chest was making it difficult to breathe or even speak. “Get her some water!” He ordered one of the others as he sat across from you on the floor. The others began bickering, yelling at each other over who scared you. There was too much noise. “I'm going to slowly remove your veil, ok? I'm not gonna hurt you.” His hands gently reached out to you and you screwed your eyes shut. Don't look at me, please…! The voice inside your head screamed, your body was too in shock to move away from him. When he removed the veil, they all went silent. “…fuck, we didn't know.” You could hear one of them say. 

All four men flinched for a split second, recalling when they slammed your head against the counter. The purple and faded yellow bruises on your face and busted lip were staring at them dead in the face. The veil wasn't so that people wouldn't see your puffy crying eyes, it was to hide the pain and evidence of domestic violence.

The silence was overwhelming, making you panic even more - your breathing struggled again, snapping them out of their daze. You felt a pair of hands intertwining themselves with yours. Despite being inside, your hands felt like ice - the warmth of his hands made you feel alive. “I need you to try and take a deep breath. Focus on my voice, squeeze my hand if you understand.” Kakucho's soft and honeyed tone traveled through your ear canal and went straight to your chest. There was a soothing bass in his voice that made you follow his directions. 

Slow and steady you began to take deep breaths, one light squeeze signaled your understanding. A second voice was now in your ear, gently he titled your head in his direction. “Slowly open your eyes and focus on me…what color are my eyes?”  When you opened your eyes, you were met with a pair of lavender orbs and a tender gaze. “T-They're…beautiful.”  You managed to stutter out, his eyes matched the taller male - were they siblings? Your comment made him smirk softly, usually when people stare into his eyes they see death. “Rindou, I think she likes you…” The taller male whispered as he noticed the slight blush on your face. Finally, you were beginning to relax and breathe normally. Who would have known that the world's most dangerous men could soothe your soul? “Here, take small sips at a time.” The man with the diamond shaped scars said to you and handed you a small glass of water. Little by little, you were able to think straight without panic or anxiety. “So you can call us by our names and trust us - my name is Ran, this is my brother Rindou.” The tall male said. “The knucklehead you see over there with the pink hair is Sanzu and finally, in front of you, you have Kakucho.” Their introduction was not needed but worthy of making you feel a little at ease. 

Kakucho released your hand and helped you get on your feet. “Please, get some rest - we need to be on time for tomorrow’s reading.” That's right, these men stated that everything your husband owned was theirs. The question slipped your tongue when you opened your mouth, “Will I be set free or sold tomorrow?” Ran stepped closer and cupped your bruised cheek, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “That's not for us to decide.” Depending on what Bonten's king says, he will ultimately determine your fate - even after his death, your husband is still finding ways to break you. 

With your head hung low you made your way to your room. “Keep the door open, dollface.” Sanzu said as he sat on the Burrow couches and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. It made your eye twitch, your husband would have made you sit on the floor if that were you. Despite being at home, you had to be perfect, primed and ready for anything. To have such freedom and fearless nature, you envied it. 

It was useless to try and protest keeping the door open. Walking into your bedroom, you began to lay out clean clothing - the day was long, you needed the comfort of warm water to relieve the ache in your ribs, the aches on your legs and arms. Once you had everything ready, you picked up your bathrobe and went to the bathroom - quietly closing the bathroom door. You took a long hard look at yourself in the mirror, analyzing the bruises on your face, the marks across your neck and the redness in your eyes, it was over. Your life was over before it even began. That freedom you were hoping to have was now dependent on someone else. 

After filling the tub you began to slowly shed the clothing that clung to your figure. You had hairline fractures that were making it impossible to stay still during the funeral. The bruises extended down to your hips and thighs. Something no else would see. After showering you settle in the bathtub, gently laid back and stare at the ceiling and wonder if you should even continue to walk this earth…

Several minutes of staring into space, the door to your bathroom opens and in walks Kakucho. His calm demeanor was rather comforting - you were used to seeing your husband walk through that door with a scowl on his face or worse, a liquor bottle in his hands. “I’m not trying to drown myself if that’s what you’re thinking.” You say while slowly sitting up. You were surprised that they gave you this much privacy knowing that you could have called the cops or signal for help. Unfortunately, you didn’t trust the cops. That dearly beloved husband that departed this earth always had his way anytime you or someone else would call the cops. They would ask questions but your husband would pull them to the side and slip a small stack of bills in their pockets to keep them quiet. As soon as they would leave, he’d continue where he’d left off. Days would go by where you couldn’t even walk or let alone stand due to the pain. 

“Please be ready by 8:00 tomorrow, the reading is at 10:00...” He says and hands you a towel. Guessing by how they are looming over you like this, they wanted to make sure you’d be able to attend tomorrow’s reading. He was about to walk away but you pulled his sleeve and stopped him. “I need help.” You spoke meekly and avoided his eyes, as much as you didn't want to ask - you needed his help. “Oh…I won't look.” He said, closing his eyes and turned the other way as he extended his arms for you to reach out and grab. Sucking in a deep breath you braced yourself for the next painful seconds of your life. Kakucho could hear you struggle and grunt as you were struggling to get up. It was exciting to him, but he refused to indulge. With his eyes still closed, he spoke - “Your face isn't the only thing bruised, is it?” Usually they don't pry into other people's affairs but this was different. Gathering information was his specialty, but your docile nature drew him in. 

Kakucho felt compelled to at least leave you with something to take care of yourself with. Despite Bonten's reputation and crude nature there was still some sort of kindness in their subconscious. “My late husband would beat me almost everyday if something wasn't up to his standard.”  You said while wrapping yourself in a bathrobe. Maybe, just maybe they'd have a little mercy on you if you tell them the truth. “Yet he wanted me to conceive a child…and he fucked me nonstop until I couldn't walk… “ Kakucho felt his hand twitch for a second, raising your hand at a woman - it made his blood boil. Even though Bonten was involved with prostitution, their merchandise would still be protected. 

Your mother-in-law's declining health led to her asking you to bear her only son's child. It was a request made out of love. She loved you and adored you like her own daughter, yet she was completely blind to her son's true nature. Manipulative, cunning, aggressive and silver tongued - that's what he was. He tried to knock you up but had no luck. With a visit to the doctor, you'd come to find out about your infertility. This caused a maelstrom of emotions, you were glad yet heartbroken. Cursed to suffer alongside him and unable to conceive. After his mother's death the beatings worsened, the cheating began and so did the drinking.

“Did you miscarry?” Kakucho's question made you chuckle, making him open his eyes to face you. The sight in front of him was that of beauty and horror. The thin bathrobe left little to the imagination, the outline of your perky breasts made him blush. Your figure was gorgeous, your frame was perfect and your eyes almost had an ethereal glow to them. Yet the bruises on your body made him sick. How could someone do that to you? Was your love and devotion not enough for that sadistic son of a bitch? “Apparently I'm hollow…” Your hands caressed your belly as you spoke. Confusion was written all over his face. “I can't have children.” For someone who knows very little about you, he was ready to kill your husband but alas he was already dead. Someone beat him to it. 

There was little to no emotion in your voice. You accepted your infertility and begged to be divorced but he refused to let you go. He refused to see you happy, let alone happy with another man. “I know it doesn't mean much now but I'm very sorry.” Kakucho says and breaks you out of the misery spiral. For the first time in your life since your mother-in-law's death - someone actually said something sincere to you. “Thank you. Who knew strangers could provide such comfort?” You say and head to your bedroom to get dressed. Something about you made him curious. What else were you forced to endure? 

From the doorway you could see the other three males laying on the couches and nodding off to sleep. Looking back at Kakucho, you noticed his eyes never left you. There was warmth building up inside you, but the reality of it all loomed over you like a rain cloud. Yet, the urge to feel that warmth overpowered you. “Mind if I close the door?” There was a tinge of playfulness in your tone. You knew he would keep his eyes on you. He nodded and gently closed the door himself, he didn’t want to catch the attention of the others. 

Shedding the bathrobe and letting it drop to the floor, you kept eye contact with him. You could hear him swallow thickly as his eyes began to wander around your naked figure. Kakucho just about groaned as your body was on full display. The bruises, scars and cuts drew him in like a moth to a flame. He began to walk towards you and closed the distance. Seeing how you could barely lift your arms or bend over, he helped you get dressed. There was tension but as much as he wanted to act on it, he couldn’t. You were too fragile to even touch. 

Finally after helping you to bed, he stepped out of the room and left the door ajar. “I know that look…” The sound of Ran’s voice broke through the silence. Turning around, Kakucho saw that Rindou and Sanzu were asleep on the couch. Ran was sitting by the island and smirking at him. “We might need a little help tomorrow.” Kakucho says and makes a phone call. The remainder of the night was quiet, you slept peacefully for the first time in 3 years. 

*the next morning*

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, it was gently tugging at you and waking you up. Mumbling, you turned to face Kakucho. He was standing next to your bed. “It’s time.” He says softly. Slowly sitting up you notice he was the only one with you. The others had left already, maybe they were making their way to the lawyers office…wait, what time was it? Grabbing your phone, you see that it’s 8:30 a.m.- you were late. Sensing your panic, Kakucho explained that they let you sleep in as the reading wasn’t until 10:00 a.m. 

During the car ride, you stared out the window and wondered if you would live to see the next sunrise. “Did you tell your boss about that?” You asked him and broke the silence. Apparently there was more than just a simple helping hand last night. You laid your soul bare and told him some additional information that Bonten needed to be aware of. “It’s been taken care of.” He says and keeps his eyes on the road. 

When you arrived, you made your way to the office and upon entering you saw it. Well to be exact, her. Your husband’s mistress and the wicked smirk she had on her face. She was clad in a skin tight black dress that accentuated her bust and belly, a large ‘fur’ coat, stilettos and was wearing bright red lipstick. It was a stark contrast compared to you. You were appropriately dressed like a widow, wearing black dress pants and a black blazer - it was to cover your bruises and also be comfortable during this shitty reading. You had neutral makeup on, just enough to hide the bruises and dark circles. “Well well…you showed up knowing that you ain’t getting shit. How bold of you (Y/N).” The mistress said while eyeing you up and down. Kakucho glared at her, after what you told him last night - he wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.

In walked the lawyer about 2 minutes later, he was a very short man with gray hair and thick glasses. He carried a serious look on his face and by the creases in his face, you can tell his scowl was permanent. Clearing his throat, the lawyer sat down and confirmed that the required party was present to begin. Before he could begin with the reading, the mistress interrupted him by saying something that made you ball up your fists. “Sorry, I need to run to the ladies room. Being pregnant and all, you just can’t hold your bladder.” Her faux apologetic tone was a jab at you and your infertility. Of course she knew, your husband made it known to every prostitute he slept with. How she managed to stick him, you weren’t sure but you no longer cared enough to harbor any jealousy towards their affair. The only thing that managed to hurt you or cause you anger was the fact that she always threw your infertility in your face. It was worse when she found out she was pregnant with his child. Constant bullying and teasing by them both ensued. She was currently 4 months pregnant.

When she returned, you kept your eyes focused on the lawyer and asked him to proceed. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as her. “Very well…we are gathered here today to read the final will and testament of (Husband’s Name). ‘To my wife, (Y/N), I leave to you only one thing, my mother’s wedding ring.’ To- ” The lawyer was interrupted by the loud cackle of the other woman, she was laughing and holding her sides. Ugh, you wanted nothing more than to rip her tongue out. Kakucho placed a hand on your shoulder and snapped you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry, oh that was too funny! Please go on.” She says and wipes tears from her eyes and calms herself.

The lawyer subtly rolls his eyes and proceeds. “As I was saying, ‘To (Mistress’s name), I leave to you all my assets and fortune as you carry our child and my bloodline.’...” Of course she was elated and smiling from ear to ear. Kakucho could see that she was only looking forward to the money and didn’t care that the man in quest had passed away. She was giggling and making a whole scene about how lucky she was and how the god’s blessed her. The lawyer kept reading the will and then the room went silent when the lawyer read the last line of your husband’s will. “In order for (Mistress) to claim any assets and fortunes, a paternity test will be required to prove that the child is the biological child of (husband’s name) no later than 1 month of the child’s birth. In the event that the child is not his, all assets and fortunes will go to his spouse, (Y/N).” As she is a floozy, you knew there was a 3% chance that it wasn’t his child. All eyes turned to look at her and her face was red. She was pissed. “How dare he question his own child?! I will prove it as soon as I am able to get the paternity test!” She yelled and huffed. To be honest, you just wanted to go home, you didn’t care who ended up with anything - Bonten was going to take it anyway.

Just then Kakucho’s cell phone rings, he lightly taps your shoulder and gives you a warm smile before he steps out of the room. The mistress caught it all. Her fires simmered when she noticed the look of what she assumed was worry on your face. “Moving on so soon (Y/N)?” She says and it looked as if she was baring her fangs at you. Maybe she could try and take Kakucho from you too. You ignored her question and asked the lawyer what needed to be done in the meanwhile as the mistress was in her 2nd trimester. He explained that you will manage all assets and issue a monthly allowance until the child is born. 

After 10 minutes, Kakucho walked back into the room and asked you not to contest the will. You figured that Bonten instructed him on how you needed to proceed. They will obtain the assets through the mistress, knowing them - it will be easier than dealing with you. You knew the ins and outs of the legal world so you may be able to contest in some sort of way. It was a little upsetting that you were being tossed aside but at the same time you were grateful that you didn’t have to continue suffering for your husbands fuck ups. 

The lawyer presents you and the mistress a document, it was to confirm that you were present at the hearing and will not contest the will. You read over the information to make sure it was all accurate, once confirmed - you signed it and returned the documents to the lawyer. The mistress was so giddy and had a shit eating smirk on her face that it made the lawyer roll his eyes again. The poor man was not having it. Once everything was signed, his assistant came to collect the documents and was personally dropping off the documents to the courthouse for filing. Everything was to be expedited and they did not want to waste any time. “(Y/N), I guess I will come by before the end of the month and drop off my things. Since I will be moving into the house and all.” She says smugly and leaves the office. You wanted to punch her in the face but had to resist the urge to upset her as she is pregnant. It’s not the baby’s fault that their mother is a fucking bitch.

Standing up, you thanked the lawyer and headed out, leaving Kakucho behind. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you forgot about him and just wanted to go home to pack up your things. You didn’t want to leave anything personal behind for that woman to enjoy. Once you were out of sight, Kakucho placed a document on the lawyer’s desk. He didn’t say a word and let the lawyer read it to himself first. The lawyer gasped and chuckled. “I expect you will arrange a meeting within the next 2 weeks, yes?” Kakucho said and the lawyer nodded. He exited the office and headed back to headquarters. 

The next few days were a blur, you were trying to figure out what to do with your personal belongings and searching for a new place to live. Even if your husband would have left you the penthouse - you didn’t want it. There were too many bitter memories in this hellhole. Lucky for you that you set aside money for yourself and weren’t fully dependent on your husband, you were able to afford living comfortably by yourself. With some of your injuries healed or at least not as bothersome, you were able to move around a little better. It allowed you to pack and put things in storage. Luckily, Kakucho came by everyday to help you. He was extremely kind and believe it or not a great cook. In the midst of all the chaos in your life, he was slowly becoming your rock. 

There were innocent gestures that made your heart skip a beat. As much as you tried not to get attached to another man, it was hard when the man in question was treating you like an actual human and not a punching bag. 

By the end of week 2, you received a call from your husband’s lawyer - he stated that you and the mistress needed to come back down to his office for a final reading and to confirm that the paperwork was accurately filed. You asked if this was something that could be confirmed over the phone but he said no. “It is in your best interest to attend, you also need to sign an additional statement.” Great… You didn't want to see the mistress and her smug face. It was rather short notice, you had to attend tomorrow evening. Ending the call you prepared to let Kakucho know. Either way Bonten was bound to know about this right? Regardless, it was no longer your concern as the mistress would be taking hold of all your husband’s assets. 

A hard knock on your front door spooked you and you thought it was going to be none other than her as she promised to stop by. Huffing in annoyance you walk over and open the door but were caught off guard by the gentleman that stood in there. “(Y/N).” Kakucho was standing in the doorway and made a chill run down your spine. The timing was too perfect. Were they wire tapping your home? You wouldn’t be surprised. “You’re still packing?” His calm demeanor was rather soothing and welcome. Opening the door wider you let him in. “I have to.” You smile softly. 

He noticed that you were packing other things that were rather questionable and gave you an odd look. You chuckle. Kakucho was taken aback at how sweet your laugh was. He realized how much you changed, it was like night and day. On day one, you were broken and quiet - almost frail and had given up on life. Today, you are warm and vibrant. Was this the same woman? 

Throughout the day you were drinking wine and offered him some, at first he refused as he was technically on the job but you somehow got him to accept. Now you were down to the third wine bottle. Getting to know your executioner was rather endearing. Aside from Bonten being what it is, their members weren’t as bad as they seemed - well for now anyways. With the previous visit leaving a bit of tension behind, the wine was giving you the edge you needed to get closer. Who knows, this might be the last time you could sleep with someone of your choosing. Bonten might end up selling you or leaving you penniless. 

“So, why do you do this?” You ask and lean your head back on the couch. You both were sitting on the floor and leaning back against the couch. There were multiple boxes, papers, momentos and wine bottles scattered about. Kakucho picked up a photo and looked at it, exhaling as he pointed at your husband in the photograph- “To keep people like him in check.” There were various things that came to light after you asked Kakucho to elaborate. Backroom deals, gambling, fraud, prostitution and of course murder - they were all dealt with by Boten. Your husband ended up joining them as a partner after trying to move into their territory. Some things were a little familiar to you but there were other unsavory things that hit you like a truck. It made you sick. Your husband owed them money amongst other things.

All this wealth was obtained by walking on other people’s corpses. Your husband not only destroyed you but he also destroyed others. It was naive of you to think that you were the only one who was taking in his wrath. Sensing your disquiet, Kakucho opted to change the subject. “You will be set free, (Y/N).” He says softly. Turning to look at him, you noticed his eyes were glossed over - oh that innocent look on his face… It made you want to devour him. “You know you shouldn’t promise things like that.” You say coyly. You were just teasing but at the same time you meant what you said.

Taking a chance and letting the liquid courage take over, you leaned over and pressed your forehead against his. The unsteady breathing and sweet scent of alcohol only drew you in. “What are we doing?” He whispers and almost pouts when you bite your lip. “I want you to make me feel like a woman again.” You almost whimper your reply and place your hand on his chest. Oh you just made Bonten’s number 3 head spin. In the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours - hungrily devouring every breath and whimper. For once, you were enjoying getting kissed, you were enjoying the taste of alcohol on someone else’s lips and you were sinking into bliss.

You felt your heart racing, it was racing out of excitement rather than fear. His hands began to travel along your body and touched places that you never thought would make your heart skip a beat. The more heated the kiss got, the more you wanted him to lay you down already - you were desperate. 

Feeling bolder, you moved your hands south and felt the bulge that was throbbing. You breath almost caught in your throat - he felt bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, larger than your now dead husband. Wasting no time, you made haste and unbuckled his belt, you were leading. Throbbing in your hands was Kakucho’s member, oh the gods gifted him with more than just a menacing look. Leaning back away from him you took in the sight in front of you. Heavy panting, chest heaving, glossy eyes and parted lips - he was beyond handsome. You paused a little too long before you were snapped out of your daydream. 

“You’re not gonna leave me like this are you?” He pants and moves your hand in a stroking motion, sending a jolt of electricity down his shaft. Oh how he was making your brain turn into mush. Continuing your motions, you felt your core aching and in desperate need of attention. Running your thumb over his leaking slit, you felt his hips jerk and he let out the sweetest moan. “Kakucho…” You say coyly and put a little more pressure around his length. He moans a response and gazes at you. His mind was also melting and on the verge of turning into mush. “Can I…taste you?” You ask while leaning in and give his tip a kitten lick that makes his eyes roll back. He chuckles and gives you permission to devour him.

Taking him in your mouth, you taste his sweet essence and bob your head slowly up and down. Focusing on his tip, your tongue swirls around the head and he feels his vision getting hazy. He was a lot to take in, with the tip hitting the back of your throat, you had a feeling he was going to tear you apart later. To him it felt like sweet torture, you were giving him affection - something that he hasn’t felt in a long time and yet you were going so slow with your movements that he wanted nothing more than to thrust his hips up to make you gag. Hearing those husky moans and his breath hitch made your folds begin to stick to the fabric of your panties. Pleasing him like this only made butterflies run rampant in your stomach. 

Releasing his member from your mouth, you took a long lick from the base of his cock up to his flushed tip. You continued to take his length further into your mouth but not too deep, you wanted to keep him on edge and make him whine a little longer. Your jaw was getting sore but you wanted to keep going. 

Kakucho placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed you down further. It made you gag a little but you welcomed his actions. They were gentle, unlike your husband - he would force your head down until you couldn’t breathe properly or until you threw up. He would leave your throat and jaw sore for days and wouldn’t care if you could barely eat the next day. Moving your hand to his length, you start to pump his cock while sucking and it sends him into overdrive. “Ngh…(Y/N), wait! Shit, you’re gonna make me cum…” He moans and tries to pull you off but fails. You were determined to swallow his seed. 

The vibrations of your moans travel down his cock and into his core. Kakucho was getting lost in heaven. The very woman who Bonten was going to take everything from was on her knees and pleasing him. Your pace began to quicken as you felt his length twitch and the vein along his shaft pulsed. His coil was so tightly wound that the moment he felt it snap, his eyes rolled back into his skull and that numbing sensation made his toes curl. Hearing him come undone was bliss, to know that you could make a man like him melt and make him whimper - it did wonders to your ego. Your husband would always say that you were good for nothing, that you would never be able to satisfy a man and yet here you are with one of the country’s most dangerous men. You were giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Swallowing his thick seed, you made sure to not waste a single drop and continued to suck his sensitive tip even after he emptied himself inside your mouth. “Stop…oh fuck!” Kakucho whines and pulls your hair. Releasing his member with a pop, you smile and slowly stroke him - making his hips twitch and his whimpers louder. Nothing in the world could compare to this feeling. You felt validated and worthy of satisfying another man, you felt like a woman for the first time in years. Your husband only ever made you feel like a toy, almost as if your sole purpose in life was for him to break you. He would treat you less like a woman and even less as a human being. 

Catching his breath, Kakucho remained seated on the floor - dazed and determined on what to do to you. “Get up…” He pants and pulls you up. That tone of voice was quite authoritative. You obey and get on your feet. He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. “Strip…” His low tone made a chill run down your spine and you removed your clothing. He too started to remove all his clothing. When he saw that you left your undergarments on, he paused. “Everything, (Y/N).” He demanded and layed down on your bed. Feeling the cool air hit your skin, you shivered and he noticed. “Come here.” He says warmly, he was trying to reassure you. 

Seeing him in all his glory…oh how your cunt clenched instinctively. His defined muscles, the veins on his arms - it made you almost drool. Even the scar on his chest that appeared to be a bullet hole had your slick dripping. Climbing on the bed, you take place next to him and run your hands along his body. The slow and gentle touches made his member twitch. Even in its flaccid state, it still twitched and looked big. He rolled you on top of him and slid his arms underneath your thighs. The confused look on your face made him chuckle. He lifts you by your thighs and slides you up towards his face. The movement was so sudden that it made you squeak in surprise. Looking down at him, his pupils were blown as he had your pretty cunt in his face. 

“Wait…I-ngh!” You moaned out loud as he pushed your hips down and buried his face in your honeypot. He was sucking on your bundle of nerves and wasted no time in making you scream his name. Your hands quickly found solace by holding on to the headboard and your forehead was leaning against the wall. Whoever was lucky enough to be on the other side of that wall could hear you moan like a whore in heat. Kakucho snaked his hand between your thighs and slid two thick digits inside your tight walls. Pumping them in and out while sucking on your clit had your eyes rolling back and your hips grinding into his face. Hearing him slightly struggle underneath you only made your coil tighten. 

Such lewd and wet sounds echoed in the room along with your wanton moans. “Ahn…Ahn…Kakucho! It feels s’good!” You mewl and run your hands along your chest, pinching and teasing your nipples. The electricity coursing through your veins had you in a daze. Not even your husband ever bothered to eat you out before - Kakucho’s gift to you was more than anything your husband could have offered you. He curled his fingers to find your trigger, when he found it your legs were beginning to shake and your hips were stuttering. Your pitch got higher and higher as you neared total bliss. 

That unmistakable tingle that ran down your spine made you throw your head back and total ecstasy as your orgasm was ripped out of you. Kakucho didn’t stop, he kept going - he wasn’t satisfied with just one. “Ngh, s’too much!” You whine and try lifting your hips away from his face. However, the iron grip that he had on your waist made it impossible for you to escape. “Mhn…one more, just one more…” He pants from between your legs. The sound of your sweet voice kept him spellbound. He wanted to keep hearing you cry out for him. 

Your overly sensitive bundle of nerves was throbbing from the continuous stimulation. He moved lower and shoved his tongue inside your tight cavern. Kakucho wanted to taste everything, his warm and wet muscle felt like heaven. With your walls fluttering you thought you were going to lose it again. “Stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You whine pathetically, begging him to stop knowing full well that you didn’t want him to. The final push was him tracing circles on your clit with enough pressure to make your vision go white. 

Kakucho made you gush and he took it all. The obscene sounds of him slurping up your honey echoed in the room. Your whole body was shaking from the intense orgasm that you felt almost light headed. Slowly, he slid your body down and made you collapse into his chest. The energy was drained from you, barely being able to move or respond when he asked if you were ok. Only a small hum could be heard from you. Wrapping his arms around you, he placed a kiss on your head and whispered. “We’re not done yet. You wanted to feel like a woman? I’ll keep showing you…” His low tone made you smile softly and bury your face into his chest. 

The rest of the night became a blur. By the time morning came you were left disheveled, sore and satisfied. Kakucho meant what he said. All night he made you moan, scream, cum and cry out in pure bliss. He stuffed you full of his cum to the point where the sheets were beyond saving. His aftercare was even better, got you water and some light snacks for you to nibble on - even medicine for your throat. To think that this was one of the most feared men in all of Japan, last night he was more than that to you. Rolling over, you see Kakucho sleeping next to you. He looked so peaceful and innocent despite the prominent scar on his face. Seeing his chest rise and fall softly, you take a better look at the tattoo on his chest - it looks like all the higher ups have this. You recalled the man with the feline like eyes and the placement of his tattoo on his temple. The two Haitani brothers and their neck tattoos. Also, their leader - the man with the empty eyes and white hair, he had his on the nape. It would be a tattoo that you’d need to familiarize yourself with. 

Kakucho stirred in his sleep and woke up with you kissing his cheek. “Good morning…” You say softly and ask him if he’s hungry. You both opted to get up and shower…together, it ended up in another round of sex that led to skipping breakfast and diving straight into lunch. Offering him a change of clothes, he accepted - besides, the clothes were brand new and never worn. No need to worry about the mistress recognizing it and accusing you of theft of ‘her things’. 

Arriving at the lawyers office, you see that the mistress was already there. She was smiling smugly from ear to ear. When she noticed you with Kakucho, her smile faded ever so slightly - jealous that he was still with you. “So quick to move on…what a shame (Y/N). Looks like you truly don’t deserve any of (H/N)’s fortune.” You paid her no mind, you just had the best night and morning of your life. “I feel bad for you when you give birth, that baby’s gonna have a big ass head just like the mother and father…you might just tear (M/N). You might never be able to please a man again.” You say without thinking. The sudden fire in you made Kakucho almost burst out laughing. Quite the insult to a pregnant woman, she of course gasped and huffed defending her unborn baby’s head size. The poised woman was gone, you no longer had to keep appearances nor bite your tongue. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat made the room fall silent. He took a seat at this desk and went over the original will one last time before making you and the mistress review the already signed and filed documents. Both parties agreed that everything was in place. The mistress couldn’t help but keep chuckling to herself as she repeated words loud enough for you to hear. “...to my wife, I leave nothing.” It was annoying but you didn’t let her get to you - you wanted to come back home and have dinner with Kakucho. 

“Now that both parties confirmed, please note that there is a new document that was received after the filing that affects this arrangement and cannot be disputed.” He says and narrows his eyes. For a moment you felt your stomach flip - what the hell was he talking about? Did the wench take an early paternity test? It’s not like it mattered, you knew you were going to vacate the home and keep your mother-in-law’s ring. That much was certain. Acknowledging the lawyer's words, you asked him to elaborate and explain what the real reason was for you both to be here. He nodded and began to read out loud the document in his hands:

“From the University of Tokyo Hospital, below is the information requested by (Husband’s full name) on (11 Nov YYYY) and (12 Dec YYYY). The original tests and new tests administered resulted in the following:

Spermatozoa count - below 2 million per mil.

Sperm motility - below 20%

Sperm viscosity - high

Sperm morphology - abnormal

Unfortunately, both labs have confirmed that the patient is infertile. With the severe lack of sperm motility and spermatozoa count - treatment is not possible.”

Everything in the room went dead silent. You felt faint and nauseous, was this actually true? The sudden screech of the mistress startled you and she came charging at the lawyer’s desk to snatch the paper out of his hands. She was beet red and almost foaming at the mouth. Reading the document in hand she crushed the edges that she was holding and her hands were shaking. “This…this can’t be! It has to be fake!” She screams and looks at Kakucho who was biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. “You probably faked this document to get in on your whore’s money!” She spits and rips the paper to shreds. The lawyer simply sighs and asks you to sign the document confirming that you were present at this hearing. Apparently your late husband amended his will one month prior to his death. When he received the first results in November he contacted his lawyer to insert a new clause. Originally he wasn’t going to leave you anything, however, due to him sleeping around not getting anyone pregnant - he grew suspicious.

With the mistress screaming like a banshee and almost attacking the lawyer, security was called to have her escorted out. The lawyer was quick to have you and Kakucho sign as a witness to all this. “Ms. (L/N), congratulations - you have all your husband’s assets and fortune. Please rest assured that the mistress will not be able to contest.” He said softly and smiled. His smile was warm, it’s as if he knew this was going to happen. How long was this information in his hands? Wait, is this why Kakucho said for you not to contest the will?

The lawyer excused himself and left the office for you to have a moment to yourself. The room was spinning and thought you were going to die. It wasn’t just the shock from the hospital results but the fact that your husband abused you and beat you non stop for being infertile when in reality he was the one shooting blanks the entire time. You began to laugh to yourself, slowly building up to a cry that made you drop to your knees. It was painful. Recalling all the times he called you hollow or less of a woman when your pregnancy tests would come out negative - it broke your heart. You were both the problem, the blame shouldn’t have been just placed on you. 

“(Y/N), there is something else I need to tell you. We did some digging and whoever was in charge of getting your fertility results a few years back royally fucked up which rendered your tests inconclusive and marked as infertile by mistake. You can have children.” Kakucho says softly and helps you stand back up. A second wave of emotions hit you and panic soon followed. You were fucking him raw yesterday and this morning like a rabbit in heat. “Kakucho…how long have you known for?!” You ask him and shove him. There was a slight pained expression on his face, he should have told you sooner. “That medicine I gave you this morning was a morning after pill. (Y/N), I’m sorry, I let myself get carried away.” At least he was honest. Last night he snuck out of your apartment to purchase the pill and would pass it off as ibuprofen or something since you were saying your throat was sore. Though he wasn’t expecting to sleep with you again in the morning he explained that he would take responsibility if the contraceptive fails. Whatever your decision would be, he will respect it and will do what he can. He made sure to explain this to you and managed to pull you in. Crying in his arms, he embraced you and did his best to calm you down.

“You didn’t sleep with me just for my husband’s assets, did you?” You ask a little broken hearted. The night you spent with him meant more to you than just sex. It was you liberating yourself once and for all from your husband. You didn’t expect to feel something more for Kakucho. Maybe it was the fact that he made you feel validated and praised you like a goddess, but it felt real. “The assets have nothing to do with what we did last night or this morning.” He assured you. 

*4 months later*

You signed off on all documents that allowed you to transfer or ‘donate’ your husband’s assets to Bonten. The head of the organization, Sano Manjiro, handed over a legal sized envelope with your name on it to you. He said nothing and walked away. “W-wait, what is this?” You ask him and he waves you off without responding. Opening the envelope you read over the information and gasp. Though you handed over everything to Bonten, they gave you something in return. Manjiro was kind enough to leave you something that the three of you could enjoy. Kakucho leaned over and placed a peck on your head. “You know, he is kind of excited to be an uncle...” 

END.

TAGS: @anxious-chick

[melkyt]

3D2Y Where Law wants nothing more then to stay with Luffy but knows he has no reason too, until he is given one.

Luffy trains every day, he is determined to get stronger, to protect his friends no matter what. Taking out the pain of Ace's death on something he can control.

Law sees his determination and feels as though he is wasting time by just sitting there. He needs to do something. He needs to leave. Only Luffy's presence that he has gotten so accustomed to is making him hesitate. He has not been this comfortable with anyone outside his crew in a long time. The warmth of an enthusiastic hug. The feeling of Luffy's curls brushing over his cheeks as he towers over Law from behind, calloused hand resting on his shoulders.

Luffy taking the time in the few minutes Rayleigh gives him a break to always track down Law and check on him, even if his training is on the other side of the island. This only makes it harder to leave.

Law sighs as he watches Luffy leave for the next round. It's almost lunchtime, if Luffy doesn't fail in today's exercise, he will drag Law to have some food. It will only make Law come up with more reasons to stay another day. He gets up before he starts thinking about those reasons. "Time to go, kikoku"

It seems to vibrate as it senses that they will be back to drawing blood soon. The pain that comes with her curse thrums under his skin, a familiar dull ache that reminds him of his goals. That pain always helps remind him that he is still alive and has to keep going.

"Leaving now is foolish, Trafalgar Law."

Shakky, the previous queen of Amazon Lily. The one who made their safety and Luffy's training possible taps her cigarette, sending ashes dropping down into the sand.

"I have wasted enough time here," he rests Kikoku on his back. "I have a goal that can't wait."

"Strawhat will leave you behind"

Law tenses. He knows that she means in terms of power. That once this training is done, he will be a force most can't defeat. Law never cared about that. What made him tense is that Luffy would leave him behind as a person, that he would never feel his warm touch ever again.

Shakky smirks, immediately more interested in his reactions, glancing over at her husband instructing the boy. She remembers when Rayleigh first came to train on Amazon Lily's adjacent islands as a young man. She looked at him much the same way as Law is looking at Luffy now. "Do you have a plan?" Shakky takes a puff of her thin pipe. "How much do you know about the web of Doflamingo's influence?"

Law bites his bottom lip. He never told anyone his goal. Her information network could rival Doffy's. With the family's love for codenames. Law avoided anyone discovering his past. Yet here she is, knowing seemingly everything with that confident look in her eyes that hints at decades of experience beyond what Law can even fathom.

"Stay, train with the boy." Shakky nods towards Luffy, who is sprawled out on the ground, trying to catch his breath before the next attack that will come too soon. "It will only help you"

Law can't deny she is right. Training with the generation that once achieved everything they strived for will only make them stronger, but Law is a doctor first. That is how his power works. The skills that Rayleigh can teach him are not what he needs.

Shakky senses his hesitation. "The Kuja have a history of medicine, poison, and poultice that can kill or paralyze a man." She can see that is enough to catch his attention. "Thousands of texts in the studies of blood and the mortal body." She takes a step closer, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "They do not allow men, but I could make an exception for you, kid."

Law takes a deep breath. This is access to texts he has never read. It could even have info on his fruit. The discoveries he could make would easily upgrade his power. If he refuses, he will not get another chance. Yet it also means he is wasting two years of his life, the time he could be using to go after Doflamingo. His thirst for knowledge wins out as it does every time. "Fine, I'll stay" he sighs, hoping that he will not regret those words.

"Really?!" Luffy jumps up from his sprawled position. "Traffy, that's great --- ow!"

"Great use of observation haki," Rayleigh chuckles, tapping the stick on his shoulders. "Next time, use it on not getting hit"

"Didn't have to hit me that hard," Luffy rubs at the sore spot. He turns back towards Law with a wide grin. "Let's train really hard together, Traffy! Shishishi"

Law feels a blush on his cheeks. He can't deny that a large part of him is staying for Luffy and the hope of seeing that smile every day for the next two years

-end-

Aka how Law goes from a skinny little gremlin that has never had a good meal ever to getting enough to bulk from just being near Luffy who shares everything he hunts with Law while he has his nose in a book 24/7 and slowly they fall in love with each other in new domestic ways.

Shakky and Rayleigh gossip about the young love that is blooming before their eyes as they train their respective boi xd

[bracketsoffear]

Corruption: Bugsnax (Bugsnax) "The game starts with you finding out about the existence of Bugsnax: fascinating, mysterious and wonderful creatures of legend with big googly eyes that are shaped like food! They taste like the meals you imagine they do, but far better than it had ever been, satisfying you easily with a single one but still leaving you wanting more. As you progress, the inhabitants of the island where they're found ask you to find more and more of them to give them; they're enjoying them, and for each of them, these bugsnax signify something deeper than what it seems at first glance. It isn't just food: for some, they're like family; for others, they're mysterious creatures they grow obsessed to research about; and for others they're the sources of stability in their otherwise intensely unstable lives. One way or another, eating or just being near bugsnax can easily get a hold of you and make you completely dependent on them, making you believe they're the solution to all of your life's problems. The fact that by eating a single one it affects your body structure and turns your limbs one by one into food shaped skin also adds to the horrors that everyone seem to be too blind to, too focused on their own dependence as it builds and builds until, eventually, you're fully food shaped and then your body structure weakens, destroying you and turning you into another of the island's victims, and so become a meal of the meal you had been eating all along. At the end of the day, you find out what they really are: parasites, made in cute shapes with adorable or funny sounds for the sole purpose of convincing you to having them nearby, eat them, and so slowly build up to eating you from the inside out. You are what you eat, and all life is Bugsnax."

Spiral: The House on Ashtree Lane (House of Leaves) "The strange nature of the House on Ash Tree Lane was first recorded by acclaimed photojournalist Will Navidson when he moved in with his family. The film was subsequently criticized in a manuscript written by Zampanò, and upon his death the work was recovered, annotated, and organized by Johnny Truant. Possibly. No record of Navidson, the film he created, or many of the references utilized by Zampanò can be found, either because Zampanò made them up entirely or they were somehow erased.1 It is possible that this means that the house itself, whose notable properties include being 1/4" larger on the inside and an infinitely-expanding pitch-black system of corridors that drive explorers to madness, simply does not exist.2 Whether or not the house itself exists physically or merely as a memetic hazard spread through various iterations upon Navidson's original film, its effects seem to manifest as an anxiety pertaining to doors, hallways, and what lies beyond them, as well as a creature of uncertain nature5 that seemingly stalks those who annotate the account with their own thoughts and reactions.4

Possibly by a means similar to case #0120606, "Lost and Found".

Though by no means does simple nonexistence equate to harmlessness, as in case 376-U, "Upon the Stair".

It may be worth investigating the similarities between this Minotaur and the Distortion.

Whether or not readers who do not annotate the text suffer similar experiences is, naturally, unrecorded.

where the labyrinth spreads the Minotaur follows 3"

[overtaken-stream]

This whole part is just King going, "My favorite color is dark, like my soul." also, this gif is so hot omfg I can't with him, I have a smut idea for him, and if I do, somehow wrap my head around it, I'll post it here and on ao3.

Yandere!King The Wildfire x reader Pt2.

It was a hasty decision, done in reaction he is unsure what to call, hardy he could handle himself when in your vicinity, it was a feeling of something intruding someplace it had no business being.

Similar to you in this situation.

His room was devoid of human touch, obviously because he barely used it, postponing his sleep until the flames on his back would collapse in on themselves, and he felt the consequences every time. It complemented his suit and the general aura he tries to surround himself with when dealing with Kaidou's henchmen, dark and containing no distractions. One specially made bed with dark covers, straightened against the wooden walls, on the other side was a wardrobe that seemed giant to a normal-sized human; unlike others, it was decorated and carefully carved, leaves, waves, ships, eyes, and unseen mysterious symbols were embedded into the burnt wood.

``It's an interesting texture.`` He remembers thinking, though he can no longer put his finger on how he got it in the first place.

And yet, in the grim surroundings, there was a light his flames could never compare to; warmth, no matter how hard he tries, will never radiate from him. It was similar to that dark house where he first laid his eyes upon you. You who have not changed nor moved on from that moment, you who trembles and shakes, cry and call out for help, insult him, and corner yourself in a place where you feel defended.

He has been in your shoes before, a long time ago, he can't be sure.

Perhaps the understanding is the cause of his heavy heart, taken away from home in such a way... He can feel his throat close up as your hunched figure shines in his view. Grime stuck itself onto your limbs, knees, and hands decorated with splinters of all sizes, hair matted and filthy from ash and smoke, and its smell follows him in his showers as he allows himself to let free of his suit. It's so recognizable.

And if his heart clenched everytime he saw you in this horrible position, nobody had to know. Not even him, it was a can of worms King won't dare to touch.

He remembers bits of information about his race, long lost to time and humanity, the whispers that came in the form of dreams speckled across his mind and reflections; the delusions and validity are mixed within his remembrances, the real and fake are smelting into and out of each other, his past is forgotten even by him, the lineage of mighty warriors feared by all is smeared across the walls with mud and blood mixed with heartfelt feelings.

In a memory long before the laboratory, his tiny ears picked up information, a word that defines and tames a feeling of awe he is experiencing—a SoulMate.

Lost words from his Ma that he was too young to understand finally make sense, a connection of minds, unconditional love, and a total understanding of each other. It's about being oneself and knowing others, a SoulMate is following and understanding One's thoughts, but They're right there with the One, side by side. Completing the soul and tying the Lunarian instincts of animals into a pretty bowtie. A Soul and a Mate.

Love at first sight doesn't exist because even if King has not experienced it before, he is not fooled by others' thinking, Love dependent on sight is lust.

But he didn't see you first, did he? He felt you.

Kaidou is not obligated to put up with a civilian within his chambers, under his roof, where the empire buzzes with insignificant life, but it has been hours after they departed from your home island, now a kingdom of ash and debris, a few hours he has spent watching you with motionless crimson eyes.

The monster gets up from the throne, the squicking of leather alerting you of his movement, forcing you to turn towards him; the last time he made any move was when he sat down on the chair you can't quite make out in the dim moonlighting, your quivers, and sniffles fade out as he gets further away from you, his broad back is turned.

It's time he explained himself.

The cold yet quiet air is disturbed when he lights up the flames on his back, coloring this room in warm shades.

Your swollen eyes and snot-filled nose could only gasp for air as he slowly turned his face back to you.

``I'll come back.`` he slams the heavy door shut.

The smell of smoke lingers in the air, the disgusting dirt of your suffering sticks onto your skin, seeps through the crack, and marks the invisible scars into your psyche.

You wished, for the first time, that a promise would be broken.

``tsk...`` the angry and tear-stained eyes turn away from the door.

Left unchecked, fear turns into irritation, irritation into anger.

Balled fists shake, out of fear, out of anger.

[yawn-junn]

✮Boyfriend texts with Ash Island✮

✮TW: cursing :

✮Taglist: @cherriruto

[zeno-zero]

Avatar Roku rant/rambles:

I love him, I love him in such an insane amount. Had me on chokehold since 10 years old like goodness me! What the fuck H-E-🏑🏑 !!

Nobody understood his character and that would've been greatly fine with me but the amount of mischaracterizations, misinterepations, and wishes that he's more like Kyoshi has always made me upset. Roku is a good man whose position as an avatar is poor in terms of writing and expanding his story further.

Roku outside of being Aang's mentor and guide - he was nothing more than just being kindhearted, wise, and pleasant while also acknowledging his indecisiveness, and faults. He even has a flawed perspective on the four nations, that the four nations should always be remained seperated, and still. Yet, I still continue to adore him a LOT. He have so much potential, there are rooms that people could always explore his character than just on the surface/visual level. His airbending and waterbending teachers weren't even named in the late 2010's until some informations were finally out !!

The gene yang comics are not my cup of tea but Roku telling Aang that he should end Zuko's life because he couldn't bare the thought of seeing Sozin? WOW. His friendship with Sozin has always mean something to Roku - so much so, he trusted him to the point it was his downfall. The thought of Sozin's redemption after he left him with the rubble is definitely what Roku had in his mind. But we're talking about the conflict between the Avatar and the Fire Lord, never Roku and Sozin.

His bending abilities are fucking awesome too !! Destroyed an entire palace with airbending + avatar state alone? Created a massive wave in one single move that sent his teacher flying up all the way on top of the chief's palace? He can even be quiet and and silently burrow to the ground to suprise attack enemies with earthbending? Lets not forget that the entire island that Roku was in used to be a huge one until he cut it into a cresent island !! There used to be two super volcanoes !! There's only one remaining !! His firebending shown on the show is also interesting! His fire made Zhao's crew literally run away while incinerating thd metal chains that Katara, Sokka, Shyu, and Zuko were wrapped around with,, unharmed. Him simultaneously bending all four elements at once without the use of the avatar state? Gosh,, people underestimate him sooooo much !!

"But Roku died to a volcano! He should've evacuated-" He was minimizing the effects of it! He died as a hero in that night because no other people held power his power just like he has. The citizens and his wife would've died if it weren't for him, because while it isn't explicitly explained in his wiki and show -  Lava entering the ocean creates a distinctive set of hazards that have seriously injured or killed unsuspecting people eager to see up close the interaction of hot lava and cool seawater. As hot lava boils cool seawater, a series of chemical and physical reactions create a mixture of condensed, acidic steam, hydrochloric acid gas, and tiny shards of volcanic glass. Blown by wind, this plume creates a noticeable downwind haze, known as "laze" (short for lava haze) <- [From "Lava entering ocean" | U.S Geological Survey - USGS.gov] ||And to also answer the dragon part that died with him? I have no answer for that other than the plot has to move on /or the dragon relies on his orders, and to Roku's dying breath, he would rather stay with him.

And nobody talks about how painful and traumatizing Roku's death is - pyroclastic flow is apart of volcano, he either died burning alive, suffocated, or even buried alive! On the margins of pyroclastic flows, death and serious injury to people and animals may result from burns and inhalation of hot ash and gases. Archaeologists have found that some people perished in a pyroclastic surge, a wave of superheated gas and hot ash that literally boiled their blood and caused their skulls to explode, reports Neel V. Patel at Popular Science. <- [Pyroclastic Flows move fast and destroying everything in their path" | U.S Geological survey] AND ["Mount Vesuvius Boiled Its Victims’ Blood and Caused Their Skulls to Explode" by Jason Delay]

But in a summary, I love Roku and I would die to honor his name. Thank you for reading through all of this. Love you guys !! /platonically 

[dusk8]

Each characters reaction to the 70th anniversary of lotf

*at the nursing home*

Ralph: wow Jack it's been 70 years since the island

Jack: huh who knew I would be stuck in this hell hole with you 70 years later

*Roger sitting in prison after getting a life long sentence + 100 years extra*

Maurice would probably throw some old person reunion with the littluns (well there not little anymore 💀) and some of the choir boys + ralph

Simons skeleton at the bottom of the sea floor:

Piggy's skeleton at the bottom of the sea floor:

The mulberry birthmark kids ashes being apart of the dirt on the island:

(sorry if any of these are ooc I haven't read the book in over a year)

Also I might draw Simon and piggy's skeletons at the bottom of the sea floor with like colorful coral and seaweed on it. It would be sad but pretty looking. Oh wait right I can't really draw skeletons..... I'll figure out a way to tho.

Edit: how tf do I find a picture of a 12 yo skeleton to use as a reference photo????

[themidnightcrimson]

Violent Night—part three. | w. maximoff

summary: in which your perpetrator reveals herself.

warnings: mentions of death, dubcon, noncon, dark!wanda, strap-on

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

The ash from the previously burned wood in your fireplace exploded in a cloud of dust, a few logs rolling out onto the floor as something bright and colorful dropped down your chimney and landed in your fireplace. You screamed in reaction, covering your mouth as you stared at the fireplace, unable to make out what it was at first.

It was something wrapped in a string of multicolored Christmas lights. Then you saw blonde hair matted with blood, and you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Carol!” you shouted, diving down to your knees in front of the fireplace and reaching inside, grabbing her and pulling her halfway out of the hollow until she was laid on her back in your lap, her face pale and splotched with blood. “Carol, oh my God.” You cradled her head and shook her, tapping her face and realizing it was cold and lifeless to the touch. “Carol, wake up! Wake up!” She was bloodied all over, her body still wrapped in the lights that were shining even though they were plugged into nothing. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you repeated, trying again to shake her awake even though you knew that she was gone.

Suddenly, you heard music, gasping to see that the power had turned back on, your record player spinning again and your Christmas tree lighting up. The hum of electricity filled your ears again, but you were blinded by the tears in your eyes.

Then a smooth, deep voice filled your ears. “I do hope you like your present.”

“Ah!” You jumped, turning your head to the sound of the voice. Horror filled you when you saw a woman sitting at your kitchen island, picking up a cookie from the plate of cookies you had made earlier. She was dressed in all red, a crimson corset with tights and a cloak that cascaded down the legs of the stool she was sitting on. Her legs were crossed casually, as if she were an old friend who had come to visit, as if she had been sitting there the entire time. What terrified you the most was the sort of crown resting on her head of red hair, with two ends pointing upwards above her forehead—it was the person you had seen in the woods.

She continued speaking before you could utter any of the thousand questions and fears running through your head. “But do keep in mind that you can’t return it—I don’t have the receipt.” She took a bite from the cookie, chewing as she turned a pair of dark green eyes to yours, inciting chills that coursed through your entire body.

“What… who…” you breathed, staring at this woman who froze you with her glare.

“Don’t be so ungrateful!” she exclaimed as she stood from the stool, her movement making you tense up. You were still cradling Carol, clutching her upper body to you as if you could still protect her from this woman. “I should have gotten you a lump of coal since you were so naughty,” the woman spoke as she walked around the island, going to your fridge and opening the door as if she owned the place. “It’s such a shame. You were such a good girl all year, and you just had to ruin it on Christmas Eve.” She looked around in the fridge for a few seconds before clicking her tongue in disappointment. “No milk? Where are your hostess manners?”

“Get the hell out of my house!” you screamed as if she would immediately obey and leave.

She only turned to meet your eyes again from across the room, a sickening smile twisting on her lips. “This is the season of giving, is it not?” She aggressively slammed the fridge closed and began to saunter towards you. “I gave you something. Now you must return the favor.”

“Stay away…” you began when she started to walk closer to you, trying to crawl away with Carol still in your arms. “Stay away!”

“Put the corpse down, detka,” she husked, using her boot to easily kick Carol’s body out of your arms. You whimpered and tried to crawl away, staring up at the woman who stood over you. “Please… don’t hurt me.”

She loomed over you, staring down at you through shadowed eyes. “This girl was doing you no good. She was a nuisance, a pest.” She crouched down slowly, resting her elbows on her knees as she became eye-level with you, her face only a foot from yours. “At least I would ask before touching you.”

Your eyebrows sewed together—had this woman seen the kiss that happened right outside only hours before?

“Always annoying you at work, dragging you out to lunch, texting you every minute of the weekend,” she continued with a velvety tone. “She was getting in my way.”

How did this woman know all of this? “W-who are you?” you whimpered, trying to discreetly increase the space between you and this psycho by inching backwards on the floor.

“Who I am doesn’t matter,” she bluntly responded, a strange accent coming through her tone before she reached out and grabbed your thigh, pushing your leg flat on the floor with force—she was strong. “But you… Oh, you, detka.” She leaned forward, placing one hand on the floor beside you and starting to crawl over you. “You are my Christmas miracle.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are!” you yelled, your defense mechanism booting up and causing you to kick her in the stomach. She was shocked by the kick, jumping away and holding her stomach which gave you the opportunity to scramble to your feet and sprint towards the front door.

Your hand wrapped around the cold doorknob, but as soon as you opened the door, the knob slipped from your hand, and the door shut on its own. You paused for a split second before opening the door again, but it slammed shut again. When you tried to open it a third time, it wouldn’t budge.

Slowly turning your head, you saw that the woman’s hand was held in front of her, red light glowing from her fingertips. She was controlling the door.

More tears filled your eyes as you realized your situation. Carol was dead, probably killed by the same person who now had you helplessly trapped in your own home and was most likely going to murder you, too.

“Don’t pout at me like that,” the woman said as she lowered your hand, stepping over Carol’s body to come closer to you. “Don’t cry, detka. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Please stay away from me,” you sobbed, pressing flat against the door as she approached you. “Please, I’ll give you money if that’s what you want. My wallet—it’s in my—”

“Stop talking,” she growled as she reached you, clamping a firm, cold hand over your mouth. She pressed herself against you, trapping you between her body and the door as she held your mouth shut. “I’ll tell you what I want.” Her other hand grabbed at your hip as she dug her hips against you, bringing her lips close to your ear. “I’ve been watching you all year. You’ve been such a good girl, coming home to me every day. Never going out at night. Never showing up late or calling out of your job. Never seeing anyone else—until her.”

You glanced over at Carol’s body on the floor, tears blurring your vision as you whimpered under the woman’s hand.

“I have to admit, detka, I’ve become a little obsessed with you,” she said with an edge of laughter, her warm breath fanning across your neck as her lips grazed the skin there. “There have been others, but they never measured up. They all turned out to be useless whores. You… you’re different.”

The hand on your hip tightened, and you whimpered when you felt her lips press against your neck, leaving a soft kiss there. You tried to turn away from her, but she kept your head still with the hand on your mouth. She kissed your neck again, harder this time, sloppier. Her breath grew heavier as she pressed her body harder against you, making herself as close to you as was physically possible.

You tried again to move away from her, pressing your hands to her shoulders and trying to push her away, but she was stuck to you. You lifted your leg to try and kick her again, but she reached down and caught your thigh, bringing it up and around her waist.

“Giving in already?” she whispered, removing her mouth from your neck which glistened from her kiss now. She looked at you with a dark hunger in her eyes, breathing through her teeth as she reveled in the fear on your face. Somehow, you noticed how beautiful she was for a psychotic murderer and stalker. “I thought you would need some warming up first.”

She finally removed her hand from your mouth, and you took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the hand drift down to the front of your lower abdomen. She took your shirt and lifted it up, slinking her cold hand up the front of your stomach which made you shiver.

Your lips fell open in a gasp when she grabbed at your breast, squeezing your warm flesh in her hand as she groaned into your ear, causing an unusual trail of warmth to blossom throughout you.

“You’re so soft, detka,” she whispered, using her teeth to bite at your earlobe.

“Please…” you cried, grabbing at her wrist to remove her hand, but your body was beginning to betray you. Your chest arched naturally into her touch, and your ear burned at the sound of a snaky laugh.

“I knew you would be so good for me,” she said as she took her other hand away from your thigh and lowered it between your legs, grabbing your core boldly. Another gasp drew from your lips as sizzling heat whistled through your bones and made your insides throb. Whatever spell this witch was putting you under was working, because you found yourself bucking your hips up into her touch, your thigh still hooked around her.

A lustful snarl drew from her throat before a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you away from the door, her warm body leaving yours. You cried out as she threw you over the arm of the couch. You tried to stand up, but she bent you over at the waist, pushing her hips into your ass which kept you tucked and bent over the couch arm.

“I told you I would take good care of you,” her husky voice came from behind you as her hands reached under you, fingers finding the buttons of your pants. “But only if you say yes.”

With your face turned on the cushion of the couch, you were staring right at Carol. Tears fled down your cheeks, but even in the moment of sadness and pain and terror, your body was turned on by the woman manhandling you over the couch. She pulled your pants down your ankles and let her hands roam over your ass, gliding down to your thighs and humming at your smoothness. Yet, she didn’t touch you where you shamefully desired her. She leaned down over your back and pressed a kiss to the side of your cheek.

“Detka? Are you going to disappoint me on Christmas? I have been waiting all year,” she whispered tremulously, her voice edged with her own feral lust. She grinded her hips into your ass, and you felt a bulge through the fabric of her pants. Your eyes fluttered shut, but even through your eyelids, the image of Carol burned in your retinas.

But she was touching you so good, so softly, like a candle flame tickling your skin and warming your entire body. The bulge of her strap pressed right against your core, and the helpless position you were in seemed to goad your baseless desire in a dark, twisted way.

“Yes,” you croaked, tears burning your eyes as you panted through your open lips. Her spell was working—you were hers now.

“Oh,” she gasped, and her lips against your cheek turned into a smile as she bit the skin on your face, her hands on your thighs tightening their grip. “You are so very good, just how I expected you would be.”

You heard the sound of a zipper, and then your underwear was pulled down where your pants pooled at your ankles. Your hair was taken into a fist and yanked so that your body arched upwards, exposing yourself just right for her.

“My good slut, letting me fuck her so easily,” the woman hissed into your ear as she lowered her hand between your legs, her fingers dipping into your folds and feeling how slick you had become. “So wet, even after being so, so frightened.” She let her fingertips slide inside you, causing a groan to catch in your throat. “You liked it, didn’t you? You liked being scared.” She laughed condescendingly, which burned the side of your face where her words rested. “So pathetic, so dirty.”

The tip of her strap met your core, gliding across your clit and causing you to twitch at the blissful sensation. As if she hadn’t already broken you, she wanted to work you up even more. Her fingers buried deeper inside you, feeling your walls suck them in greedily.

“Don’t worry, detka. You’ve been so good all year, keeping your clothes on and your pussy tight. I’m here to help you.”

She slid her fingers out of you, the momentary emptiness causing you to whine before she replaced it with her cock, sliding it all inside you all at once until she bottomed out against your cervix. She was so big that your eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling slack as she filled you to the brim. Wet noises burned your ears as she pulled out slowly before snapping her hips to harshly enter you again, a laugh of sinister lust drawing from her throat behind you.

“My slut, all bent over the couch for me,” she groaned as she snapped her hips again, picking up speed. “Your little girlfriend, bloody and dead just a few feet away.”

Your eyes opened and fixated on Carol again, hot guilt and disgust filling you and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut again.

“No, open them,” she demanded, using her hand in your hair to turn your head towards where Carol was lying. “I want you to look at her while I fuck you. My present to you—you don’t want to be an ungrateful brat, do you? Appreciate your gift while I appreciate mine.” She groaned as she dug her cock harder inside you, grinding against your sweet spot which made you melt under her. You did as she said, opening your eyes and looking at Carol’s body turned away from you on the floor. That guilt and shame swirled inside you again and mixed with the pleasure she was giving you, and it overwhelmed you to the point that you were crying again.

“What did I say about crying, detka?” the woman grunted, punctuating her sentence with a harsh slap on your bare ass. You squeaked, the burning sensation melting into even more pleasure. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs at this point.

She was so deep inside you, stretching you out around her cock as she fucked you against the couch. You let out chaotic noises of both pain and pleasure as she pounded into you even harder, your hips hitting the couch painfully as hers slapped against your ass. She held your hair tight so that you were halfway up, causing your back to ache.

Her hand slipped down to your clit and rubbed it, amplifying your pleasure to the point where your body grew closer to the edge. Pressure built within you, sparking with the threat of exploding at any moment.

“That’s it, detka. You’re doing so well,” the woman groaned, her voice cracking as she came closer too.

“Please…” you moaned. You didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, but she somehow knew. Her teeth sunk into your neck, biting you as she grunted and fucked you with animalistic power, bruising your hipbones against the couch as she released, her hips trembling and thrusts becoming sloppy. Your eyes screwed shut as your body climaxed into pure bliss, throbbing and pulsating around her strap with such fierce, orgasmic energy that it jolted you awake.

“Ah!” you screamed, sitting up from the couch with a start. Sleepiness weighed down on your eyelids as you looked around your living room frantically—the credits of Polar Express were rolling on your TV. The power was on. The record player was still spinning music. Carol’s dead body was not lying on your floor, twisted up in lights. There was no woman, and you were not getting bent over the couch.

Your blanket had fallen off your lap, as well as the plate of half-eaten cookies which had now fell to the floor in your wake. Your entire body felt hot all over, and you swore that you could still feel her malicious, magnificent touch on your skin.

The buzzing sound of your phone caught your attention, and you saw that your phone, lying on the couch cushion next to you, was getting a call from Carol.

Confused and frantic, you grabbed the phone and answered it. “Carol?! Oh my god, are you okay?!” you breathed, standing up and walking around your house in search of that woman.

“What?” Carol’s voice came over the phone, sounding just as confused as you were. “Yes, I am. Are you okay?”

“Are you home?!” you asked as you went to your window, breathing heavily and looking all around your front yard. Carol’s car was no longer there down the road, and there were no streaks of blood in the snow.

“Y-yes, I got home a while ago. Y/n, are you okay? You sound scared.”

You backed away from the window as a dizzy, hot feeling filled your head. It was all just a dream… A nightmare, more like. Carol was alive, and no one had broken into your home. Nearly falling over, you sighed in relief.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you breathed, placing a hand on your hot forehead. Your entire body was sweaty from that crazy nightmare. “Sorry, I fell asleep and I… had a really, really weird dream.”

“Oh, well you can tell me about it on work Monday. I just wanted to call before I went to sleep and say that… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for kissing you earlier. I just—I got the wrong signals, and I was impulsive. I really hope I didn’t upset you.”

You sat back down on the couch with a huff, staring at your perfectly normal house. “No, it’s fine, it’s fine. I was just taken off guard. Everything’s okay.” You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heartbeat even out.

“Okay, good,” she said with a sigh. “That’s all I wanted to say, I know it’s late. I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Okay,” was all you could say. You’d only halfway been present during what she was saying due to being so confused and dazed from your nightmare.

“Goodnight, y/n. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you said before the call ended, and you let your phone in your hand fall down to the couch, leaning your head against the couch. “Just a dream… It was just a dream.”

The rest of your Christmas Eve was uneventful. You cleaned up the cookies and turned off the record player, tidying up the living room before making your way to bed, wary of having more nightmares. Luckily, the exhaustion that the dream put you through guided you to fall asleep as soon as your back hit your bed. You were safe and sound.

Or so you believed. Carol wasn’t the only one wishing you a Merry Christmas. Right outside your window, peering through the curtains, was a pair of glowing red eyes and an insidious smirk.

“Merry Christmas, detka.”

[isa-ghost]

I need the headcanons, Isa. I need them like I need air. (I also have had very little time to watch QSMP overall, so all of my q!Phil info comes from you) -River

OH FUCK I WASN'T EXPECTING TO GET MULTIPLE ASKS ABOUT THEM. /POS

Here's Headcanon Set 1

NOW MORE

He's an expert at playing stupid. I don't have any actual situations from canon off the top of my head to apply this to, but his wits are sharp enough for him to pull it off when shit isn't explosively hitting the fan

He hates not being able to fly, flying is/was the main way he would de-stress. Nothing makes him feel lighter than the breeze in his feathers and a breathtaking view

This man's commitment to The Bit is so underestimated. If The Bit was a person, it'd be part of his polycule. People just overlook his ability to commit to a bit because he has to personally find the bit worth committing to

Obligatory Shiny Good Crow Brain mention. Why do you think his backpacks need sorting like once every few weeks (though he neglects them for longer than that)? And shiny is not always literal. Sometimes it means flowers or pretty types of wood or a neat mob.

Every once in a while someone can get him to laugh in a way that Almost sounds like a squawk. He doesn't know how it happens, it's like an involuntary snort laugh, but with cawing.

Unfortunately for him, playfully raising his blood pressure (stares at the kids, Tubbo, the polycule, some others) is kinda funny. It's the way he gets louder the more exasperated he gets.

He has 100% slept so hard that he snored loud enough to earn a kick in the side from Chayanne

Speaking of sleep, this idiot will pass out in that wooden chair and then wake up in the morning and bitch about his neck aching as if he isn't the reason it's aching. Lullah especially has roasted him for this

His dedication to Chayanne and Lullah can go unmentioned bc it's just so obvious but I need everyone to understand it's not just how he'd burn the island to ashes for them. It's also how he'd stop mid-tea party with Lullah, Pomme & Co, dressed the whole nine yards in a tutu, tiara & obnoxious amounts of pretend jewelry to beat the ever-loving SHIT out of a threat

At first Irish Goodbyes were unintentional (which is what made them so funny) but now it's become one of the biggest bits he's committed to. This man loves embodying that gif of the dude going ✌🏻 and vanishing.

Lullah totally told him about the Duolingo "It's Spanish or Vanish" meme. It won't leave his head now

Anytime he does the reverb voice or something he is pulling a megaphone out of his backpack and yelling into it

Because I forgot it in the first hc set and it's too funny for me not to include, I must once again tap the sign that says "Phil and Fit fuck nasty behind Fit's gym." Why do you think the shit Fit says like "big boy" gets such a reaction out of Phil? He's heard it elsewhere

He thinks he has too much self-respect to do it but if he didn't, he'd 100% be the dad to dab or whip-nae nae just to make Chayanne and Lullah faceplant on the ground out of embarrassment

Speaking of faceplanting, Lullah is so good at timing when she does it, it absolutely kills Phil every time. It's like one of the Top 5 ways to get him to crack up

Calling back to the Bit Commitment hc: "The 4th Wall" is a bit he made up and won't stop referencing. It's not that he's fail rping in meta, he's getting conspiracy-style existential as a joke and that's why Lullah hates it so much

Stealing this one from my hcs about my angel OC inspired by Phil: If you put him in water, his wings will involuntarily flap like a bird in a bath. It isn't nonstop, it's like a stim he can't help doing every so often.

He loves Rose so much. She instantly makes him feel safe. He regularly has to resist the urge to passionately gush about her to people because he knows they'd be like What The Fuck Are You On About. Rose is blorbo from his brain (little does he know, she isn't entirely)

He likes to pretend he isn't, but he's sentimental as hell. Why do you think he hasn't changed the ugly dirt shack? Why do you think he has so many backpacks of stuff? He's got that crow hoarder brain but he also just attaches to things to easily. Nostalgia and love for history has him in a death grip. Little does he know, it's a trait he's kept from his past

Speaking of his past, until I get canon story explaining otherwise, in my mind he IS hardcore!Phil but the Federation wiped his memory after somehow managing to invite him to the island. The Ender King & Rose's arrivals into qsmp canon are two very different ways of attempting to trigger his memories. What he thinks are dreams are actually those forgotten memories of what he was doing before coming to the island

Okay that's long enough, look out for a third set because I got another ask waiting for more >:)

EDIT: Here's Set 3 :D

[mackjlee9]

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE—

Can i request SilverAsh 「Arknights」

w/ Dokutah–reader, Bondage/Blindfold, Breeding, Nipple play, Overstimulation, Aftercare 【idk if you're fine with mindbreak, male lactation💀, and/or Degredation】

Liek– SilverAsh wanted you and his sister 〔Pramanix or Cliffheart〕 to continue the bloodline but you pulled the uno reverse on him 【and just bred him on the spot sorrymetoohorny】

I don't know if you still take req to this Feline 【and uh- if i can be apart of the anon list—you call me ☎️ or Cali because ill probably be here for awhile】

I no-brained this, so sorry if it's shit

Silver Ash x Doctor!Male!Reader [Smut&Fluff]

Warning; sensory deprivation, breeding kink, nipple play, overstimulation, mindbreak, rimming, dacryphilia, marking, I use their real names once or twice.

Masterlist.

Game; Arknights

"Doctor!" The sound of Silverash's voice made (M/n) flinch and tense on his spot, his hand gripped tightly on the knob of his office's door, and turned around to look at the tall feline.

"Yes?" (M/n) gritted his teeth, dreading he was gonna ask the same thing again today. Silverash walked a bit closer and stood in front of Rhodes Island's Doctor, looking at him with a sparkle in his eyes.

"How's everything going with Enya?" And yeah, he was still going on about (M/n) getting married to his sister, Pramanix, and continuing his family bloodline, but (M/n) just wasn't interested in her or Cliffheart- or women, for that matter.

Sighing, he opened the door and walked into his office, knowing Silverash was gonna follow him and let the feline close the door behind him.

"I told you I'm not interested in her, En-" he started saying while looking down at the medical reports he had asked Kal'tsit about the Operators infected with Oripathy, he had work to do, and here was Enciodes, bothering him about something he despised greatly.

Marriage and kids.

"Then I can ask Ensia if she'll-" Slamming his hands on the desk, (M/n) made the feline behind him go quiet, the paper slightly crumbled in his hand and he let it go, he obviously had something to take care of currently.

"Why can't you see? Do I have to be more obvious?" He murmured to himself, but Silverash's fluffy ears twitched as he was able to hear the anger and desperation in the Doctor's voice.

"(M/n)...?" He heard Silverash walking closer until he was standing right next to him, and (M/n) felt like he couldn't hold back anymore.

He looked up at him, a serious expression on his face that made the feline tense and freeze on his spot, unsure of what he should do, "I don't want to fuck your sisters," taking a step closer, (M/n) placed both hands on his desk, next to Silverash's hips, keeping him trapped between his body and the wooden desk.

He leaned closer to his face, making the feline's ears press flat against his head.

"I wanna fuck you, En."

//////

"Fuck- (M/n)... Wait-!" Silverash's breathing was ragged, his hands gripping the desk desperately, his chest pressed against the cold wood and his pants somewhere on the room's floor. (M/n)'s hands fondled with the tie the feline was wearing, taking it off from the collar of his shirt and he reached around his head, using it to cover Silverash's vision, making him rely on his hearing, touch, and smell.

"You seem to like this though," (M/n)'s voice next to his ear made a shiver run down his spine, his tail swaying frantically between his spread legs. He couldn't deny it, and it was obvious.

Silverash just wanted to continue his family's bloodline, but he didn't want to see (M/n) with any of his sisters, he wanted him, but there was no way he can get pregnant, so he gave up on this dumb love of his. But now?

Now his body was being touched and caressed all over by the man he loves, and his mind can't comprehend how it happened. Shivers ran down his whole body, making his legs tremble as he felt (M/n)'s gentle touch down his spine, stopping right above the base of his tail. Noticing his reaction, (M/n) slowly wrapped his fingers around it, making Silverash squeal, his head pressed on his forearms while (M/n) released his fluffy tail, observing its frantic movements.

Well, now that the tail is out of the way...

Sliding his hands down his back, (M/n) gripped onto Silverash's ass, slowly spreading his cheeks apart, and he knelt on the floor, the perfect height to reach his twitching hole.

"(M/...n)..." His voice came out in a breathless whisper, his ears moving and twitching as he tried to hear anything that would let him know what he was gonna do.

But the feeling of (M/n)'s hot breath and warm, slippery tongue pressing on his entrance made his whole body tremble, a loud moan involuntarily escaping past his lips. His reaction only made (M/n) feel more turned on, moving his hand to keep a tight grip on Silverash's tail, listening to his mewls, and watching him squirm on his desk with every move of his tongue.

Biting his bottom lip, Silverash tried to hold in his moans as he felt (M/n) swirling inside him, his grip tightening on the wood and leaving scratch marks. His thighs trembled and his tail perked up, his dick twitching and leaking pre-cum, and holding himself back was proving to be quite difficult.

But, right as he was about to let go, (M/n) stopped, leaning back to observe how Silverash's whole body was trembling and twitching, he smirked and stood up, his hands holding the feline's waist to help him stand up, but his legs were too weak to hold his weight up, ending up leaning against (M/n)'s chest, his arms wrapped loosely around his neck and his forehead pressed on the doctor's cheek.

(M/n) held his body while Silverash nuzzled him, purring right next to his ear. His fluffy white tail wrapped around (M/n)'s middle, his hips mindlessly grinding against his, having the feline act like this was making it hard for (M/n) to try and hold himself back.

Gently, (M/n) made Silverash sit on the desk before slowly making him lean back on it. With lustful eyes, (M/n) looked at him, his dress shirt unbuttoned and fully opened, exposing his toned chest and abdomen, his pale white skin making the blush going down to his neck more notorious, and his perky pink nipples.

With hurried hands, (M/n) pulled Silverash's underwear off his body, exposing his wonderful body. Keeping his legs up, (M/n) held the back of his knees bringing them closer to Silverash's chest, and moving closer to him, eliciting a small moan from him as his bulge pressed on his pulsing entrance.

At that, Silverash moved his hands to hold his legs up by himself, feeling (M/n) chest against his, followed by his hot breath on his chest before his lips wrapped around his nipple.

His back arched and his dick leaked pre-cum when (M/n)'s tongue swirled around his nipple, his hand going up to pinch and pull on the other. Hearing Silverash's moans and whimpers to getting his nipples played with made (M/n)'s cock throb in pain, which made him growl and grit his teeth, making him bite the feline's nipple. Silverash's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he released a moan of (M/n)'s name, cum spurting out of his slit.

A little surprised, (M/n) held himself off with his hands and saw Silverash's cum glistening on his abdomen, his saliva on his swollen nipples, and hearing his needy whines when he backed away, his tail tightening around his waist.

Silverash's whines turned into whimpers, his tail squirming slightly in distress, and (M/n) reached his hand up to remove the blindfold. He saw tears filling his eyes and running down his face, holding his breath at the beautiful sight of Silverash crying, he gently dried his tears away, and the feline bit his lip with uncertainty, holding his legs spread wider, bringing him closer with the grip strong grip of his tail.

(M/n) held back a moan when his sensitive tip pressed on his wet hole, and taking a deep breath, he smirked, pulling his pants and underwear down enough for his dick to spring out, rubbing it on his hole, smearing it with his pre-cum.

"You want me to fuck you, En?" He let out a whine, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his hand, his glimmering eyes looking into (M/n)'s with a hint of shyness and lust.

He nodded once, his blush intensifying, "Please?" He mumbled softly, barely audible.

(M/n)'s jaw clenched when he felt Silverash's tail squirming again, this time to bring him closer and closer, it surprised (M/n) to know how strong his tail was, but he ended up doing what the feline wanted.

Slowly pushing inside, he saw how his eyes rolled back, his nails digging into his pale skin, leaving red marks behind, and damn, (M/n) really wanted Silverash to hold onto him like that, so desperate for him.

"Fuck... En," he held Silverash's hands and moved them away from his legs, "Hold onto me," with greedy hands, he did, he held onto (M/n)'s hips, touching the exposed skin, sliding his hands up under his clothes, his nails scratching his back every time his thrusts reached deep inside him.

(M/n) released a groan of pain and pleasure whenever Silverash dragged his nails on his skin, knowing he was marked by him, and with every thrust, the tail squeezed a little tighter around him, and Silverash's hole clenched around his dick, keeping it inside him as much as he could, calling out his name as a plead for more.

"I'm gonna... cum, En," the male under him looked at him with a dizzy look, his eyes glossy and clouded with lust, his legs moving to wrap around (M/n)'s hips, gripping him against his body to prevent him from pulling.

"In-inside... cum inside me, p-please~," grunting, (M/n) closed his eyes as he felt how Silverash tightened around him again, greedily swallowing his cock, whimpering as he felt it throbbing inside him.

Let out a growl, (M/n)'s grip on Silverash's waist tightened, holding him still as he pumped him full of his cum. The feline's back arched off the desk, his tail loosening its grip as his mouth opened wide, letting out a drawn-out moan as he came all over himself.

"Yes~ keep-... keep cumming i-inside, breed me fu-full, please~!" Well, who was he to deny him when he begs like that?

Continuing his thrusts, the wet squelching sound filled their ear with every move, watching Silverash come undone under him, exposing every bit of his skin, inviting (M/n) to mark him as his. With each kiss left on his neck, Silverash tightened the hold of his legs, his hands going up to (M/n)'s upper back to keep him close to him, he just couldn't get enough of him.

He couldn't get enough of his body heat, of his wet kisses, of his deep thrusts, and of course, he could never get enough of his want cum filling him, breeding him.

He had realized just how much he would've missed out on if (M/n) had accepted courting one of his sisters, but now, as he kept cumming over and over again, he knew he would never give (M/n) up, never again.

Not when he was feeling how (M/n)'s cum dripped down onto the desk and floor, hearing him grunt as his thrusts didn't stop, and he came again at the thought that he might actually be able to carry (M/n)'s cubs. And with that thought he just himself go, his mind numb from the pleasure.

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A gentle sway woke him up, he opened his eyes and with a blurry sight, he realized he was being carried. A little disoriented, he looked up, seeing that (M/n) was the one carrying him, and he smiled, nuzzling against his neck and purring low enough for him to hear.

(M/n) glanced down at Silverash, who had closed his eyes again, and he kept walking to his room. The room in his office was too small and was full of medical supplies, so he decided to carry Silverash to his individual room, where he'll be able to lay his tired body on his comfortable bed.

He had already cleaned his sweaty, and cum-stained body before leaving his office, after he had passed out and released his tight grip. (M/n) he might've gone too far, but when he saw the bruises forming around his waist and the deep, bright red scratch marks he realized that he wasn't the only one that was more than little rough.

With his mind wandering, he reached the room quicker than he thought, and he opened the door, gently closing it behind him with a slight push. He walked to the bed and gently laid Silverash on it, moving the covers away to be able to tuck him in. He placed a small kiss on his forehead and was about to leave back to his room, but something fluffy wrapped weakly around his wrist.

Silverash's tail.

He sighed and sat down on the bed, feeling and seeing how his tail moved to hold him as it did before.

"Stay..." The feline whispered without opening his eyes, and (M/n) smiled to himself.

"Okay," he responded just as quietly, making himself some space next to the male, who instantly wrapped his arms around him and cuddled against his chest, "Sleep well, En... I love you."

Feeling a shiver running down his spine, Silverash looked up into (M/n)'s eyes and leaned up to press a gentle kiss on his lips, "I love you too..."

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