#baby sitter blade

[pryllee]

Criminal babysitter on the run!

(Kinda) Babysitter! Blade x Fem! Reader

Kinda in like a modern-ish planet, Stellaron hunter + babysitter blade trying to keep kid safe and is planning to punish reader after the whole ordeal... If ykyk ;) ( [ F/D ] is Favorite Drink )

A/N: This is mainly just meant to be purely wholesome but it may have a tad sprinkle of spice so I hope it doesn't ruin it, but do let your imagination run wild about thinking it's your child that you made with him, or just a child from a divorced or whatever situation. The kiddo is Gender Neutral so yeah if you want a son or daughter then alright

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Blade stared in confusion as the child gripped onto his pinky finger with your back facing him, slowly walking away. "[ Y/N ]...?" Calling out to you but you only waved ’goodluck’ in response.

Kafka, wondering why he brought your child along on the mission, "... Bladie? What are you doing with them?" She pointed awkwardly smiling. "I don't know." He said with the same usual monotone voice and face, lifting the child with one arm letting them sit up against his chest, peacefully sleeping.

During a little break, he laid the child on a bench on some sort of bus stop, going to find something for them to eat nearby. All was peaceful till they bursted in tears due to the fact they woke up to no one by their side, leaving passerbys extremely confused wondering if they should call CPS,

Finally coming back to 3 people and 2 officers gathering around the child, still crying with tears drooping down their chin did not leave a good impression on him. He hurriedly started walking over faster yet perplexed with the first thought of those strangers hurting them which led to him almost drawing his sword, "Oh uhm... Sir, is this your child?" The officers words made him stop in his track, nodding slightly seemingly doubtful himself.

"Ah seriously... I can see it might be difficult as a single father but you shouldn't leave your kiddo alone..." One of the strangers Pat his back, till the background of the bus stop lit up with wanted posters and bounties, with a heading; ’Dangerous people wanted’

"Uhmm...?" The people muttered, looking back and fourth at him and the poster, he could've just killed them yet dashed away like a madman almost dropping the food with the child in arms. "Oh Aeons, [ Y/N ], you are so dead to me." He mumbled as he plopped a few sticks of tanghulu in the childs hands.

He muttered in annoyance, with the child grabbing onto his hair and trying to push it away to imitate a hair flip, "Whos kid is that...? Don't tell me you resorted to kidnapping children? Ergh... Blade thats really—" "I did not kidnap anyone, and [ Y/N ] very much birthed and handed it to me." He interrupted, leaving Silverwolf in a state of confusion... "...it?" During this whole consversation, the child still continued to play with his hair, whilst eating the delicious sugar-coated fruit skewers.

After finally completing the mission, returning back to see you leisurely having a cup of [ F/D ], he sat the child infront of you, slamming his hand onto the table 2.83 milimeters away from you.

"Now tell me exactly, did you really have to leave me with them today?" He spoke with a stern tone; "Hmm, I recall us agreeing for you to take care of them in bed last night, unless you don't remember since you...—" He rushed to interrupt, "I don't recall such words being uttered with my very own mouth, and not infront of them." He irked up a smile, grabbing your wrist tightly dragging you to another room. When did he care about filtering dirty talk?

[iwassupremacy]

Drunk texting bestfriend!stray kids (hyung line) pt 2

Stray kids x reader

part 1

maknae line

Summary: basically what happens when they come pick you up

Warnings: consumption of alcohol; a little bit suggestive, but mostly fluff, because Y/N is super drunk and our consensual kinks don’t take advantage of that

Bang Chan

When Chan arrived he couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. You were sitting in front of the building, heels chaotically discarded next to you. You were sort of sitting in a fetal position, your upper body resting on your own legs. You were barley holding on to your purse in one and your phone in the other hand and your once properly neatly pinned up hair was now all over the place, hanging in your face and mostly laying on your back and shoulders. He slowly approached you, quietly as not to scare you. You still jumped and yelped when his hand carefully touched your shoulder and he shook your body. “Y/N?” You looked up and his worried expression softened at your big puppy eyes and smudged mascara. “Hi there.” He whispered, his hand softly touching your cheek. “Hi” you drunkenly smiled. “C’mon let’s get you home” Chan held his hand out and you shakily took it. Once you stood steadily he picked up your heels and your pursue and phone which in the process of standing up fell from your hand. Luckily he turned around quick enough to see you falling over and stopping your body with his. Your head was now rest on his chest, your hands loosely hanging down. “Channie” you slurred “kiss me.” Chan smiled but shook his head, brushing through your hair. “No, baby girl. You’re drunk.” Your hands landed on his chest so you could push yourself off of him. When you looked up at him he had to suppress a laugh. Your angry drunk pout was just too cute to be taken serious. “You-“ you were interrupted by your own hiccup “You just cock blocked me.” You hit him with your pointer finger when saying you “Because you were jealous! And now-“ hiccup again “And now I want your cock instead.” You innocently blinked. Chan gulped and bit his lip. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon enough. When you’re sober.” For now he just opted with kissing your forehead and helping you in the car with his hand respectfully resting between your shoulder blades and your hip.

Lee Minho

Minho got out of the car and already knew it wouldn’t be easy to get you out of the bar when he couldn’t immediately see you. Usually you’d obediently be already waiting for him. He huffed, rolling his eyes when he entered the bar. He immediately spotted you sitting literally on the bar, swirling your hair and flirting with the bartender. Hw huffed once again. Pathetic. He pushed his way through the drunk crowd and came to a halt right in front of you, resting his hands on either sides of your thighs, you jumped at the soft touch. Your head snapped in his direction, your face scrunched in anger. Surprisingly your expression didn’t change when you saw him. You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re not going to get me out of here!” He nodded. “Okay, so I’m just gonna stay here and wait for you.” Your eyes widened “No! You’re not going to play baby sitter!” You slurred a little which made him grab the drink in your hand and empty it out in the sink behind the bar. Your mouth opened in shock. “What the fuck? What is wrong with you?” You angrily said. His eyebrow raised and he smirked. “Come home with me. There I won’t have to play baby sitter.” You whined “Minho. Let me have fun. I just wanna make out with someone!” Suddenly he leaned in so close you could feel his breath on your face. “Make out with me.” He bit his lip and your breath hitched. “You wouldn’t-“ his hands wandered from the sides of your thighs up to the hem of your dress and played with it, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know I would. I just need you to get out of here and sober up and I promise you can make out with me any time from now on. And more.” As if you were hypnotized you nodded and hopped off the bar which led to you being really close to him, your bodies pressed together. His hands wandered up to your face and be cupped it in them, his thumbs brushing your face. “Let’s go.” He whispered and you nodded again “Let’s go.”

Seo Changbin

You were nervously waiting behind the club. You had turned the guy down the moment Changbin told you he was on his way and since he didn’t give up and followed you everywhere you went to the bathroom and climbed out the window, hoping Changbin would find you there. Then there was the sound of a car coming to a halt and hurried steps. “Y/N?!” You quickly looked up and noticed your best friend approaching you. “Aren’t you freezing? Where’s your jacket?” You awkwardly smiled at him, cringing at what you said next “I may or may not had to climb out the bathroom window.” You slurred and his eyes widened “Why?” He said while examining your body with gentle hands and attentive eyes. You took his wandering hands in yours and he finally looked you in the eyes. “I turned him down and when he wouldn’t leave me alone I fled. Please tell me, it was worth it.” He shyly smiled and put both of your hands on your face. “It was worth it, Y/N. You were right I was jealous. Not because I wanna pick up someone and have sex with them as well but because-“ you interrupted him by letting your hands slide down his arms squeezing his biceps “you wanna have sex with me?” His eyes darkened for a second but he shook his head. “So much more than that. I want to treat you right. Not only in bed but in general.” You face heated up and you bit your lip. “That’s really attractive, Binnie. Kiss me?” He leaned in, brushing your hair out of your face. Suddenly you pulled off with wide eyes rushing away from him. And then you threw up all over the side walk. Changbin gasped and rushed to your side, holding your hair. “Oh God” you whined between gulps” this is so embarrassing.” He laughed “Don’t act like I haven’t seen you throw up before or held your hair.” You just shook your head “This is different, your my boyfriend now.” His heart jumped at that and he smiled like a school boy. “Yes that’s right, I am.”

Hwang Hyunjin

The first thing Hyunjin notices was your exposed body almost passed out hovering over some random guy. Due to the state of the guys shoes he guessed he was the one from your naughty photo. At least he didn’t leave you Hyunjin thought. But he could definitely do a better job covering you up. “Hey.” Hyunjin coldly said “I got it from here.” The man looked at him. “Hey dude, this chick is like super clingy, gotta get her off from me.” Hyunjin visibly cringed at him while sitting next to the two of you carefully grabbing you by the waist and manoeuvring you onto him. “She’s also super drunk, think she’s still gonna want me once she’s conscious?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes at that. “No she won’t. Piss off now.” The guy defensively raised his hands and left, almost falling over. “Hyunjin?” You weakly said. “Hey, princess, I’m here.” You smiled up at him. Or more tried to but the alcohol got to your head again and you gulped. Luckily you didn’t throw up again. You groggily rested your body on his and muttered “can we sit down for a s-second.” Hyunjin chuckled “we are sitting down, princess.” When you didn’t say anything he carefully pulled his jacket off and wrapped you in it. After almost 15 minutes of complete silence with you napping on him, Hyunjin decided it was time to go and without a warning picked you up like a child. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. Like this he stepped to the car and opened the door with one hand while holding you steady with the other. Slowly he ducked down and carefully sat you down in the passenger seat. He even put a hand, once it was free, on your head and whispered “careful don’t bump your head on the roof.” You drunkenly giggled and took both his hands immediately yours and pulled him down to you when he wanted to close the door. “Hyune” you hiccuped “are you really here because you don’t want me to regret anything in the morning?” His eyebrows tightened and he looked away. Encouraged by his behaviour you continued “Or are you here because you felt jealous?” Hyunjin smirked and instead of saying anything closed the door and walked to the driver’s seat. The car started and after driving a few seconds you smiled widely and looked at him with excitement in your eyes “So you wanna fuck me?” He choked on his own spit and gripped the wheel tighter as to not lose control. He had to remind himself of your overly drunk state. “It’s okay, Hyunjinnie. I wanna fuck you too.” You giggled. He shook his head a little bit and chuckled “Tell me that again when you’re sober and I might just fuck you first thing in the morning.”

I originally wanted to post this yesterday but Hyunjins part took me little longer than expected… tell me what you think please, I’m not sure how I feel about this haha

Maknae line pt 1 coming tomorrow!’

[pinkeos]

Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jing Yuan, Blade when you bring home/adopt a puppy

Warning/s: None

Notes: i'm a dog person so🧍

aventurine already has three cat cake critters and he loves them, but when you bring home a puppy, asking him with pleading eyes if you could keep it (he swore the pup was also giving him puppy eyes), he couldn't say no.

he'd be so enthusiastic with pets, like he'd buy matching accessories for the critters and your puppy. he wouldn't hold back in buying essentials like the best food and most comfortable beds

aventurine is the type that would send you numerous pictures of your pets, especially when he catches them sleeping in the cutest positions or doing the silliest things

he'd be worried at first if the critters would adapt well with the addition of the puppy, so imagine how happy he is when he sees them all buddy buddy

he bought them their own beds and all, but he'd still allow them to sleep on your shared bed with the both of you. you once had to hold yourself back from laughing when he pouted at you, your puppy sleeping between you two which didn't let him cuddle with you. he ended up cuddling with the puppy anyway

whenever none of you could stay at home due to work, he'd hire only the best pet sitters in town to take care of his babies and he'd ask for updates almost every hour

ratio, straight up, the ‘keep that dog away from me’ but is so close with the dog after a few weeks type

like, when you first brought the dog home, you had to convince him that you should keep it and that you could take good care of it, promising that it wouldn't get in the way of his work

he's reluctant, even nagging you that you'd have to be extra responsible with the animal, but agreeing nonetheless

you didn't know how it happened, but it just did, ratio’s now closer to your dog than you were for some reason. it'd sleep by his feet whenever he was in his home office reading or grading his student’s papers, which was news because he initially forbid the dog to go anywhere near his office

for someone who claimed to not want the dog, he's quite hands on with taking care of it. he'd make a schedule for when it should eat, sleep, and play even though it wouldn't be followed most of the time

he'd also discuss with you about which food is best for the new member of the family like it was some sort of research paper, he'll make sure that the dog will have a good and balanced diet and that it stays healthy

he’d be the type to keep a close eye on his dog when he takes it to a pet salon, making sure the staff doesn't hurt it or make it uncomfortable

jing yuan isn't opposed to having pets, he's got mimi. plus how could he resist the whines and coos from the puppy you held?

he'd introduce your puppy to mimi ever so gently, making sure they got along so you'd have no problem with the two coexisting in the same house

puppies are more often hyper than cats, but it must be jing yuan's influence rubbing on them, because him, the puppy, and mimi could often be seen napping together

like, it'd be so cute to see jing yuan sleeping with a soft smile, leaning back on the white lion and holding the puppy to his chest like it was his child. you have several pictures of them three just sleeping in your phone

yanqing loved to play with the puppy too. whenever the boy’s practice was over, he'd play with it, running around the general’s backyard with the puppy in tow as he led it like a general leading his soldiers to battle

whenever you’re both busy, he'd volunteer to take the puppy to his office so it'd be a common sight to see the general briefing some of the cloud knights while a puppy playfully bit and tugged at his coat

blade would appear nonchalant when you first proposed to adopt a puppy, telling you to do whatever you want

at first, he'd steer clear of the puppy when it first arrived in the house, but as the days passed, the puppy would linger around him. he'd gently nudge it away from him, telling it to run along but the puppy would only wag its tail and bark happily up at him

the little dog would follow him around the house, and he'd stare at it for a while, then go back to whatever he's doing. the day he finally crouched down and gave the puppy a pat on the head was the day he knew he couldn't keep ignoring the fluffy animal any longer

he's so chill with the dog, watching it silently as it tries to pull the toy from his hand in a game of tug of war, rubbing its belly and feeding it treats behind your back when you tell him it's had enough for the day

when he's out on a mission, he'd subtly ask about the puppy and what it's up to, ignoring the snicker he received from silver wolf at the way he intently and fondly watched the video you sent him of his puppy

he's so chill with his dog but the moment someone tries to hurt or look at it badly, he'd give them a deadly glare to make them back off

there was a time when he sat on the couch, muddled thoughts of the past making its way back into his mind. he didn't want it to cloud his mind, to make the mara resurface yet again especially when he's in your shared home and he could hurt you and the puppy

but those thoughts were cut off when he heard a whine. looking down, the puppy sat next to him, placing its muzzle on top of his thigh as it looked up at him as if worried. it was as if it could understand what he was feeling and it wanted to comfort him. if you saw him embracing the dog, you didn't speak about it

[steddie-island]

Mutually Beneficial

After seeing this art by @2jihiir0, inspiration struck and I wrote a thing. This isn't what I usually write, I hope I did your art justice and that you like it as much as Steve likes Eddie being a little mean. 😅 Words: 1,237 | Rating: E | Tags: Age gap (Older Eddie Munson, Younger Steve Harrington), Mean dom Eddie, Choking, Possessive Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington See ao3 for full list of tags

“Oh my god –”

It had started innocently enough, with Steve getting kicked out as soon as he’d graduated and with Eddie Munson, town outcast, advertising a room for rent and a kid who needed a sitter. Moving in would be mutually beneficial. 

"Eddie, please–”

The trailer was different from what Steve was used to. The water heater was always on the fritz, it leaked when it rained, and sometimes it smelled like weed and whiskey, but the rent was cheap, his bed was comfortable, and Eddie’s kid was an angel. The sweetest little girl with big brown eyes and a head full of curls that matched her daddy’s. Steve loved her, loved watching Eddie with her and seeing how his whole demeanor changed when she was awake. He was a Doberman and she was the person he would cut the world down at the knees for. He looked at her so fucking tenderly. 

Sometimes Steve caught Eddie looking at him like that, all soft and tender. When he was feeding Rhiannon, or when Eddie would come back from a business deal (Steve wasn’t stupid, he had his suspicions about what went on but he wouldn’t ask. He just knew Eddie left with an empty wallet and returned with a big wad of cash) to find the two of them reading on the couch together. 

Eddie’s eyes didn’t stay soft like that when it was just the two of them. When they were alone his gaze would go almost sharklike as he sat back against the couch and watched every move Steve made.

Steve would catch him, would flush hot from head to toe. And maybe someone else would’ve seen it as a red flag, as a caution sign, but Steve had never been very good at listening to the warning labels.

It came to a head one night while Steve was cleaning up the kitchen after Rhiannon had been put to bed. He didn’t have to catch Eddie to know those dark eyes were on him, he could feel it like a physical pressure between his shoulder blades. And then it wasn’t just those eyes he could feel. It was big hands on his slim hips, Eddie’s chest against his back.

“You’re a pretty thing when you get all pink and shy,” Eddie had murmured. He smelled like the whiskey he’d been sipping since before dinner. “I keep wondering how far down your blush goes…” 

Steve’s knees had nearly given out as Eddie’s fingers slipped under his t-shirt, then down beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. “I got a feeling it goes all… the way… down.” His hand, so rough and big and hot , wrapped around Steve’s dick, made him whimper with how tight his grip was.

A kiss was pressed to his throat while Eddie’s thumbnail caught at his slit, making his hips jerk. 

“Pretty thing, why don’t you let me find out for myself, hmm? You take care of me… and I’ll take care of you.” As if to prove his point, Eddie had hit his knees. He’d bent Steve over the counter, had licked him long and deep and made him come twice with his mouth and his fingers, all before Eddie’s dick was ever inside of him.

Really, how was Steve supposed to argue with that?

“Use your words, sweet boy,” Eddie murmured. He was sitting with his arms spread across the back of the couch. His pants were open, his tanktop rucked up to show off the tattoos over his stomach.

And Steve was fucking himself down onto that thick cock. 

“Please– oh god, please –”

“You said that already. Please what, baby?” Eddie threaded his fingers into Steve’s hair, tugged in a way that made Steve whimper and his dick twitch against his belly. “I told you we have to make it quick. Can’t make it quick if you don’t use your words and ask for what you need, huh?”

Steve bit down another sound as he tried to lean forward, to get his mouth on Eddie’s. “Touch me,” he begged. Just having Eddie inside of him wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough and Eddie knew that. “Don’t be mean–” “Angel, we both know you like it when I’m a little mean.” Eddie’s hand slipped down to Steve’s shoulder blade, to one of the deep bruises he’d left as he’d pounded Steve into the mattress the night before. “Don’t you?” “Ed–” Steve gasped as Eddie’s hand dropped down from his back and between his asscheeks. He was loose, open, had already taken Eddie twice that morning, too, and had the mess left in his underwear as proof. It was so easy for Eddie to shift just a little and have a finger sliding in right alongside his cock. “That what you wanted, pretty thing?” Eddie snapped his hips up once and Steve had to catch himself against Eddie’s chest. “God, look at you. So fucking greedy. So desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes–” Steve was sobbing. He felt rattled, exposed, stretched so fucking wide in a way that only Eddie had ever done to him. “Please– more–” Eddie’s other hand was on his throat then, squeezing until Steve could barely get a sound out, until his eyes were rolling into the back of his head from how goddamn overwhelming this was. “I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” Teeth dragged over Steve’s jaw, down below his ear. “It’s like you want the whole world to hear what I’m doin’ to you, like you want them to know how much you like being a slut for me, huh? How much you like being mine ?” Steve could only nod and rock that much harder. Too much, too fucking much and yet not enough to push him over the edge– Eddie slipped a second finger inside and drove up hard again, again, steady thrusts that hit his prostate and had sparks going off in Steve’s brain. He could only sit there and take it, take everything this beautiful monster of a man wanted to give him and then some.

“Are you gonna be quiet if I let go?” Eddie asked. “Are you gonna be my good boy?” Steve nodded. Eddie’s fingers loosened. And with a stifled, broken cry, Steve arched his back as his orgasm rushed through him so hard it almost fucking hurt. Eddie’s fingers were out of his body, a hand was in his hair to guide his face into Eddie’s neck. He smelled like sweat and whiskey, and being pressed there muffled the noises Steve made as Eddie fucked into him roughly again. 

Eddie barely made a sound as he spilled into Steve’s body for the third time. 

They sat there, letting sweat and tears and come dry on their skin, until Steve had stopped shaking and could formulate a full sentence. Eddie would kiss him, tell him how sweet he was before he found Steve’s underwear and track shorts where they’d been thrown aside. When Steve’s legs regained feeling he would get his clothes on. 

Eddie would tuck his cock away. 

And before Steve was allowed to settle back down with his legs in Eddie’s lap, two more tally marks would have to be added to their ongoing count. One, in pencil, to the wallpaper behind the couch. And one in permanent marker to the inside of Steve’s thigh.

A brand for the two of them– for Eddie – to see. 

[theresattrpgforthat]

Protect The Child - The Child

This is the final part of a series in which I cover the playbooks of Protect The Child, my Forged-in-the-Dark game about monster baby-sitters (alpha playtest). This week, we're looking at a unique, communal playbook - The Child.

This is your Crew playbook in Protect the Child. Your Child is not played by the players, but by the Game Master. They are the reason all of you are working together, and have unique powers that make them a target, as well as a spectrum of emotions that will push your characters to react.

Unlike Blades in the Dark, you alter pieces of this single playbook, rather than choosing from a list. Most of these pieces are tied to the Child's age.

Your Child will be somewhere between a Newborn and a Teenager in age range. Right now, each age range opens up new special powers, pips in the Child's stats, and broadens the Child's emotional spectrum. Choosing a specific age also defines what Milestones the Child may have already achieved, and which Milestones they haven't met yet. These Milestones are a mark of your Child's progress - and therefore, also the progress of your group.

You can choose to start at whichever age you like - starting with a Baby strictly reduces number of abilities available to the kid at game start, but sets them up for a much more pronounced growth arc, over a long campaign. Starting with a Teenager opens up a lot of abilities for the kid, but reduces the amount of growth that your characters will witness; the Teenager might already have habits they've formed, or talents they've figured out how to use.

The Child is probably the most untested part of this game. How their emotions prompt the characters to act, and how their XP interacts with their growth options is something I'm eager to test, and this means that much of this playbook may change in the future. I'm really looking forward to playing around with The Child, and I'm hoping that to some extent, this playbook bears some resemblance to the growing-up process.

If you'd like to take The Child for a whirl, you can pick up Protect the Child while it's in free play-test and set up a game with your friends! I'd love to hear feedback about how The Child played for you.

If you'd like to see the character playbooks for Protect the Child, I'm linking to all of my previous posts below.

The Bruiser-Brute

The Business-Beast

The Hearth-Heart

The Meddle-Mentor

The Outlaw-Outcast

The Rogue-Renegade

The Trick-Taker

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Seventeen: Steddie x Y/n

“So pretty like this baby.” Steve whispers into your ear. His voice is smooth like butter and his hands are the same as they take up your frame.

Sitter in Steve Lapp Eddie between your wide open legs. He takes advantage of your open stance. “So fuckin, wet for us.” Eddie’s rough and deep voice gets you going almost every time he speaks. Rough voice paired with calloused hands that keep rubbing up and down your inner thighs.

Top discarded long ago as Steve plays with your budding nipples. Bare for the both of them to play with. Eddie kisses up your inner thighs. Scratchy bread on both your thighs and your neck.

You are the ultimate play thing.

The touch from the both of them is intoxicating. Your moans and groans don’t fall on deaf ears instead the pair encourage you to be vocal even on the couch in Steve’s living room.

“Come doll face I know you’ve got more than just those pitiful moans.” Eddie teases you. Kisses on your shoulder blade and soft grazes of fingers on your breasts cause you to cry out for more.

“There she is, always such a shy girl until she’s being touched.” Eddie teases more. Steve breath causing ripples of shivers down your spine as he whispers soft and encouraging things into your ears.

Such a contrast you think to yourself. As your moans become wanton due to the subtle touches that keep happening all over your strained and tense body.

“We haven’t even touched you yet baby.” Steve says sweetly into your ear. The feeling of wet kitten licks on your clit make your scream. Screams that bounce off the walls. Screams that cause police to be called because people think that someone being murdered at the Harrington household.

Steve and Eddie love those wanton moans, those screams that make you not even realize that you’ve reached your climax. Climbed over the hill of high.

All while you’re on cloud nine. Steve and Eddie sit there watching as their play thing, that they’ve barely touched cums hard. Hard erections pressing into the material of their jeans and sweats. It’s hard not to ignore, but tonight was about you.

They own you. Mind, body and soul. They’re little slut of a plaything.

Completed on: 07/21/23

Posted on: 10/17/23

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Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Kinktober '23

[leeus-writing]

Masterlist 2023 Onwards

New Masterlist as the other one which you can find here Just got toooo Big

Fan Fictions:

That Dammed Goose!* Those Dammed Geese

Bad things Happen - Nsfw

Goddess - Nsfw

Enemy - Nsfw

ShinRa HR Reports

The Marriage - NSFW TWs

Union -  Nsfw

Meteor Falls -  Nsfw

Dynamics - NSFW

(Dividers by @cafekitsune​)

Holiday Specials

To come

Reno

Headcanons:

Date Night

One-shots:

Baby sitter pt 1

Baby sitter pt 2 

Vigilante

I Hate You!

Just a Bite

Incompatible

Sephiroth

Headcanons:

One-shots:

Left alone

Warmth of Home

Blade

Mine - NSFW

Vincent 

Headcanons:

One-shots:

The Darkness

Suddenly finding Her - NSFW

Cloud

Headcanons:

One-shots:

A Warm hug goes a long way

It takes time

Zack

Headcanons:

Its the Game

One-shots:

Rufus

Headcanons:

One-shots:

Oblivious

Little Newspapers

Personal Assistant

[soft-for-them]

Apologies - Once upon a time in Hollywood & plus size reader

Summary: You and Rick, like most siblings do, aren't talking because of an argument. The only thing getting you both to apologise to each other is a group of cult members trying to kill you. (Platonic, reader is Rick's step sister who he's helped raise, so no shipping.)

Trigger warning: Descriptions of fighting and injury, this fic is mainly based in the scene in the film were the Manson family try to kill Cliff, Francesca and Rick, so yeah, there's blood.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: I like the idea of writing more fics with the sister reader, idk I think it would be sweet.

The ever constant headache for you both had started around fifteen years ago, you being around five years old whist your older step brother was in his prime staring in Hollywood films and bedding super models like it was a causal Tuesday night.

Around that time your mother had remarried Rick Dalton’s father and them both wanting to get away from it all (aka you) had dropped you off at a random film set were extras roamed around in fake blood and plastic disembodied limbs littered the ground like gravel.

Your ‘parents’ didn’t care that they had dropped you off on the day were a massacre scene was being shoot. Thinking back to that blurry memory you think they hadn’t even realised it was a high budget horror flick Rick was staring in, all they thought about at that time was ditching the hyperactive child on the rich enough son who probably could hire a baby sitter unlike they could.

Whilst Rick spent most of the day dazzling the camera crew and his female co-lead you had spent most of the day in the makeup trailer been cooed over by the hair and makeup ladies whilst stuffing your face with cheese puffs and apple juice.

At one point Cliff Booth had hobbled in, cigarette hanging from his bloody lips and his leg aching from the dangerous stunt he had just performed, his blue eyes going wide as a little curly haired child cheered as he entered the makeup trailer.

“Why is there a child in here?” he had asked whilst taking the cigarette from his lips with one hand whilst trying to rub off the fake blood dribbling from his face with the other.

The makeup ladies had to quickly wipe his face off with soaked cotton balls and wet wipes because he was just making the red mess even worse all whilst a bright eyed you began babbling to him like you knew him forever.

“I’m five!” you had happily declared as one of the women whispered the situation to Cliff.

“That you are little lady.”

So for the next hour instead of fucking off smoking half a pack and challenging cocky actors to fights Cliff Booth spent his time entertaining you. He had no clue what to do with a child but he knew at that moment he had to protect you, he’d always did with Rick and call it an itch but he had a feeling that you were going to stick around.

Now fifteen years later, you complain to Cliff as you dry brush a fake sword’s blade with a rust brown paint, pots of paints and film props surrounding you at your little prop master’s table ready to topple over.

Over the many years you’ve been in and out of your brother’s life, mostly due to your parent’s inability to look after you correctly, you’ve grown to loath the big screen and all the entitled people that comes with it, instead falling in love with the small screen and indie films.

Many days you’ve spent watching Star Trek or Colombo on the telly with Rick pointing out which sets and props look to be made of Styrofoam and flimsy plastic.

Now at the age of twenty you have solid work as a prop maker for television. You love the job and you love the people.

Right at this moment you’re trying to make foam swords look real whilst Cliff tries to talk you around to apologising to your brother all because you called him an idiot for looking down on Spaghetti Westerns because they were ‘beneath him’.

“I’m not saying sorry Cliff.” You grumble as you dip your paint brush in a rusty looking solution made from many brown paints and diluting alcohol, “I didn’t spend most of my childhood stuck on his sofa watching B movies only for his failing ass to talk shit about them!”

Cliff hovers around you cluttered desk, the trailer you work in being cramped and filled to the brim with handmade props, no cigarette in sight for he has developed the habit of not smoking when you’re around (that and the trailer filled with props are so flammable that it would combust into flames at out flick of a lighter.)

“AND THEN, WHAT CLIFF!?!” your voice crescendos as you pad away any blotting paint on the prop sword, “He goes and does all those Spaghetti Westerns anyway getting the lead in that Nebraska Jim flick and what, a wife too! He’s funnelling money in the bin like it’s nothing and he still has the gall to talk shit about my line of work and what pictures I decide to create props for.”

You stand up you shin hitting leg of the table you work at making you swear up a storm.

Cliff only watches in slight amusement.

“I’ve worked on Star Trek you know, I’m friends with Leonard Nimoy, I’ve been inside DeForest Kelley house multiple times, I’ve been personally invited and gone to countless parties hosted by Grace Kelly and her husband all because I was nice to her that one time on the set of that musical film-“

“-I thought you didn’t like the Hollywood type.” Cliff asks in such brotherly way trying to get a rise out of you.

What, he might be fed up with your ongoing feud with Rick but he still sees you as his own little sister and he does find it fun teasing you.

“Yeah, well most of them I don’t but she is pretty and nice and she’s my friend- for fuck’s sake Rick is just jealous!”

“Well, that he might be squirt but I think-“ Cliff begins to guide you out the trailer away from the fumes of alcohol and oil paints, “- he might be more jealous that his little sister is being taken away by all these big wig actors.”

Hair a mess, paint covering your dungarees and magnifying glasses propped on top of your head like you some kind of mad scientist, a flow of extras on their break all in medieval garbs walking around, you turn around to Cliff with an anger on your face that melts into a profound sadness.

“He didn’t even invite me to his wedding, I haven’t even met his wife, for crying out loud Cliff I don’t want another absent father, I’ve already got plenty of those.”

Cliff was itching to get out a cigarette out of pocket but once he hears your outburst, once he sees your eyes welling up with tears and your round body slump somewhat he bounds over and engulfs you in a big hug that only fathers and father figurers know how to do.

“Come home and talk with Rick. I’ll be there and you can meet Francesca.”

You look up at Cliff as you both begin swaying in the hug.

“Can Brandy come to?”

“Of course kiddo-“ he says tightening his grip on you, “-to be honest I think she likes you the best.”

You let out a loud booming laugh that says ‘Ha! I knew it.’ one that gets Cliff laughing too.

I didn’t go quite as planned.

At first when you showed up Rick tried to act like nothing had happened, he did his normal smooching. He offered you a drink and smiled that movie star smile at you all whilst not introducing you to his wife who stood in the background slightly confused at the odd ordeal.

You waved off his offer of a drink and went straight to the fridge plucking out a can of beer.

“You want one Francesca?” you had asked, she replied with a baffled ‘no’ before you plonked yourself down on the sofa making yourself right at home.

You truly wonder what Francesca Capucci thought at that very moment seeing a round young woman with a smile like Mama Cass and a the grace of Etta James all rolled up in pain stained dungarees and Dr. Martens boots.

One thing lead to another, you and Francesca became fast friends whilst Rick and Cliff went off for drinks, and now you're lounging on Rick’s sofa with Brandy’s head on your lap and Cliff offering you a LSD laced cigarette which he’s been smoking.

“Shit, things must be bad if you’re smoking near me?” you grumble as you pat Brandy’s head with a lazy hand, “Nothing was resolved so let’s get shit faced, because that always goes well.”

“At least you met Francesca.” Cliff mutters as his face turns all smiley as the drugs take effect.

“Hum, yeah, she’s real pretty ain’t she…” you ponder out loud as the front door gets kicked in.

You jump up slightly, Brandy not too bothered by the two greasy haired people clad in black who stand there trying to look menacing.

“Ahhhh, can I help you?” Cliff asks.

Another one appears all in black too, her face a pale sickly white, a knife in her hand.

And to think your day couldn’t get any worse because oh boy, it does.

One moment you’re complaining to Cliff about your idiot brother with Brandy on your lap trying to cheer you up, the next thing you know you have a gun aimed at your face by the ‘horsey’ guy and Francesca only in her underwear being forced out into the living room by the redhead.

Thank fuck Cliff is both level headed and slightly crazy at the same time because one moment he’s laughing like a clown and the next Brandy is attacking the fuckers which gives you a bit of time to move out the way of the gun.

It’s when this so called Tex starts hitting Brandy do you snap out you little panicked trace (having a gun aimed at you does that to a person) do you leap over the sofa and begin punching him square in the face, your body holding him down so he can’t kick his way out of it, Brandy still mauling his arm like it was a tug rope.

By the time Cliff has thrown the can at the face of the pale woman, knocking her straight down and breaking her little white nose, you’re fully on top of Tex trying to knock him out.

Now, you were never the best puncher, when you were fourteen you punched a bully who was teasing you about your weight only to breaking your thumb in the process, by my gosh is the adrenaline kicking in has you trying to knock out Tex.

The frightened screams of Francesca in the background spurs you on, the fear of the nice (and very attractive) woman getting hurt making you see red.

Maybe you’ll unpack your childlike crush on the starlet along with the ongoing feud with your brother later on when you’re not trying to wrestle a grown man (said grown man who’s now getting his balls bit by Brandy.)

(Brandy will defiantly get all the treats and cuddles later on.)

“CLIFF! DO SOMETHING YOU DUMB BITCH!” you scream as Tex punches at you, some hits missing but most slamming right into your soft sides.

Doing something Cliff clicks his fingers and Brandy is off mauling Samara. At the same time Tex pushes you off him and charges at Cliff like an angry bull, one eye already going black from you repeated punches.

It’s all a fucking shambles all culminating in you climbing through a smashed window to see your dear brother Rick using his fucking flamethrower to burn the pale bitch like he was finishing crème brulee with a blow torch.

How fun.

“Rick! Be careful!” you try to scream but it only comes out as a pain filled garbled, “Rick.”

Your last call of ‘Rick’ sounds more like a sob than a word, your soft body in so much pain. Your face is stained with splatters of blood and trails of big fat tears which when Rick sees he scrambles to take off his flamethrower (safely of course) to run over to you and engulf you in the biggest of hugs.

Your cries of your brother’s name as you break down and cling onto him cause the older man to start crying ugly tears, ones that are louder that your own sobs.

“I’m sorry Rick.” you sniffle out.

“I’m sorry too-“ he lays a kiss on your hair and starts rocking you side to side in the tight hug like he used to do when you were little and had a nightmare, “I’ve been ignoring you and I didn’t tell you about Francesca.”

“I’m sorry too for ignoring you as well.”

“I’m sorry for being so mean-“

For the next ten minutes the two of you prattle off many apologises, too many really, so much so that when the red and blue flashing lights of emergency services clouds your blurry vision and paramedics try to pry you away from Rick you’re both still apologising.

[sweetface-the-dollbaby]

What happened to Dixie

uh…you kinda brought up a bad memory…anyway,

(tw addiction and self harm)

Dixie used to be really close to me and my current friend Bowie, we would joke about being brothers and stuff all that jazz,

back then (this being about 2-3 months ago) Bowie had a really bad problem with self harm, but as of now they’ve been clean for almost 2 months. And Dixie had problems with addiction to pills and lean, they would relapse so often and promise they’d quit every time but they never actually quit and just kept relapsing. It really worried me and Bowie (causing me to have trouble sleeping at night due to stress and fear that they wouldn’t be alive by the time i woke up)

now, one day Bowie and Dixie were on a call with one another, (I wasn’t on the call with them due to family stuff) and Dixie posted a screen recording of one part of the call. Where Dixie was taking close to a handful of pills and Bowie was jabbing a blade into their wrist with the caption “skittle’s gonna kill us” referring to me. That video nearly sent me into a mental breakdown. These were my 2 closest friends. My friends who they made it seem like they fucking relied on me, hurting themselves on call with each other. Dixie is 18 years old. Me and Bowie are minors. I felt like I had to be responsible for both of them seeing as I was the only “stable” one in the group. I had to be their therapist. I had to be the baby sitter friend. That shit hurts. after a little while me and Bowie both blocked Dixie. Bowie is doing a lot better now and last I checked Dixie actually quit drugs…but I don’t forgive them. Not after the pain they caused me and Bowie.

[swordofthreekings]

Cor grew up in the slums of Insomnia, in one of the lower levels of the city. His father took off when he was still really young, and his mother worked two jobs to support them, which meant he was on his own from a rather young age. Baby sitters weren't always the most reliable, and once he was old enough to wander off on his own, he did pretty often.

During some of his wanderings, he ran into an old man, practicing on the roof of a building with a sword that was unlike any Cor had seen before. He was six or seven or so at the time, and he hounded the old man with questions about the weapon. Day after day, he would come and sit silently, watching the man practice, asking questions only when he was finished, and when the old man finally let him hold the sword, it was like he'd discovered some part of himself that he had been missing until then.

Mori Itsuki was an immagrant from a country that no longer existed. He had lost his own son years earlier, and was reluctant at first when Cor began to come around, but eventually decided to humor him. Humoring him turned into something more, something serious, when he realized the boy had a lot of natural talent. Cor took to a blade like a fish takes to water, and he was insatiably curious, eventually wanting to learn more about Itsuki, his wife, and their old home. He began to spend more time with the Mori elders than with his own mom.

Itsuki is who gave him the Genji Blade, a sword originally meant for his late son.

[sungbeam]

Hi I wanted to request a fanfic....

A Kim mingyu x reader

Secret baby and non idol au

Angst with a happy ending

Could include prompts Nos. 67 & 61

Is that too much?

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nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

1.9k words, secret baby au, angst w/a happy ending!, minghao kinda throws u under the bus skfndkd

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request, and it was not too much so dw ^_^ i do like some specificity sometimes, and i did enjoy writing this!

There were a few things that your friend Minghao was good at. One of them, it seemed, was dragging you to social outings that neither of you wanted to be present for. He had even found you a babysitter for your precious little one. Baby Yeona was only around eighteen months old, but Minghao insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. 

Clearly, he was no father. And he would definitely not be watching over Yeona for a while. 

Nonetheless, here you were, climbing out of Minghao's pretty, little gold Lexus while you wore the first set of nice clothes in a long time. You stared up at the sky-high facade of the luxury downtown hotel as you and Hao made your way toward the entrance. 

"I dunno," you voiced aloud. You were uncertain what you were trying to say, and you were uncertain as to whether or not you wanted to step foot in this building. 

Minghao rolled his eyes and took you by the bicep to help you up the steps. "Oh, come on. You're here, and I already paid the sitter. Let loose, Yn; it's been two years since you've been to a bar."

"For good reason," you muttered under your breath as you and Minghao caught a slot of the revolving entrance and entered the hotel lobby. 

It even smelled obnoxiously rich in here, you realized with an ill-concealed grimace. All the gold and marble glistening under bright LEDs made your head hurt. Jesus, maybe you did need a drink. 

Like he read your mind, Minghao directed you to the bar just to your right. It was, fortunately, dimly lit, with red velvet floors and walls panelled in smooth, dark wood. You already recognized several familiar faces—this was a reunion of your old uni friends, after all. 

"Oh my god, YN!" Seokmin exclaimed from the pool table, before abandoning his pool stick and racing over to you. 

Junhui was right on your tail, coming up to greet Hao warmly while Seokmin bombarded you in a massive hug. 

"How's Yeona?" Seokmin asked. He grinned at you, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you over to the bar. "She's almost at Terrible Twos, isn't she?" He teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down. 

You laughed with a shake of your head. Seokmin ordered you a light margarita, considering you probably hadn't had a proper drink in ages. "Almost. She's eighteen months right now, so probably in about six months or so. I am not ready for my angel to turn into the devil."

There were only a few people who knew of your daughter's existence. It hadn't been your plan to have her, but some things you could not control completely. It had happened on the night of your college graduation party, and you had finally taken your shot at a certain young man who had plagued your dreams for almost half of your years at university. He was a friend of a friend, but nearly everyone knew who he was, considering his attractive looks and personality and… suffice to say that you fell in the deep end. 

No, the father did not know. And you would be damned if he ever—

"Yn?"

You almost spat out your drink, and Seokmin, with panicky eyes, patted your back to help you get out the feel of the burn down your throat and windpipe. God, that stung. But maybe not as badly as how good he looked. 

Him being Kim Mingyu. Yeah, the father of your child. And he didn't seem to have changed a bit since you last saw him: black hair tamed well, broad and toned body fitted in semi formal wear (delectable), and that charming smile that knocked down all your defenses. At least… a few of them. 

He walked up to you and Seokmin with a look of pleasant surprise and utter disbelief stark on his face. "Oh my god—you're really here? I haven't seen you in so long."

Yeah, you wanted to say, but you couldn't really focus on anything but the sound of your pulsing heartbeat in your ears and the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you hugged him. Oh, good god. He feels and smells so good—

When you pulled away, Mingyu was giving Seokmin that weird handshake the boys had (you never asked questions). He still couldn't seem to believe his ears. 

"I—I mean," he stammered, eyes flickering from you to your blouse to you to your lips to you, "you look—" he swallowed, "—really good." He cleared his throat, and you could've sworn you heard Seokmin sneak out a giggle. 

You yourself sat perched on your barstool unnaturally stiff. If you could just make it through this conversation… "Thank you," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look good, too."

There was this moment where neither of you could really get any words out. It hadn't exactly been this way years ago, but you could remember the shy glances mixed with the flirty advances. You knew you harbored that flame for him somewhere, and perhaps you had kept it buried beneath your love and responsibilities toward your daughter. 

Seokmin cut in, "Cool! Uh…" he sipped his drink, brows furrowing, "want a drink, Gyu? Did you come with Wonwoo?"

Mingyu snapped out of his daze, coughing. "Ah, right. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. And yep, he should be somewhere around—oh yeah. There he is, by Woozi hyung."

While Seokmin flagged the bartender down, Mingyu returned his attention to you. "So, uhm, I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, two or three years. I… How've you been?" Why didn't you stay in touch? Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask. He'd been sitting on those questions and worries for so long, and no one would give him a straight answer about your whereabouts. 

"I've been good," you answered. And it was true, you couldn't have been happier with Yeona. It had been scary, no doubt, at first. But it had all turned out good and fine, and your close friends had been by your side the entire time. "Just trying to settle back—settle into work and adult things," you chuckled. "How about you? Did you finally decide to get yourself into culinary school?"

Another giggle from Seokmin that the two of you decidedly ignored. 

Mingyu could best be described with heart eyes. "You remembered? That was a fleeting conversation—"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "But I mean, it was important to you, so of course, I remembered."

He smiled, bashfully, head ducked and cheeks reddening. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did get into a culinary school—"

"And, hey! Great idea: Mingyu should teach you how to cook, Yn!" Minghao's voice cut clean into the conversation as the man himself inserted himself into the little circle. Seokmin passed Mingyu his drink, and Minghao made pointed eyes at you from across the circle, gesturing silently at the man who was your baby daddy. 

Oh for the love of God, Xu Minghao. "I don't think that's really necessary."

"Suuuure, it is!" Minghao said, high pitched. He nodded his head again to Mingyu. "Yn has been meaning to learn some new recipes for her family anyway. Right, Yn?"

You glared at Minghao, and if the sun could be channeled through the eyes, you would use them to burn him alive right where he stood. I am going to murder you! You mouthed to him, over enunciating the words. So this was why he wanted you to be here tonight. Seokmin smartly chose this moment to go say hello to Joshua. 

Mingyu creased his brows. "Oh, er, I didn't know you had a family already, Yn." There was a definitive drop in energy present in his voice. "Are you married?"

If you hadn't been so worried about deciding on how to tell him about his secret child, you would have noticed Mingyu unsubtly searching your hands for a ring. You were not wearing one. 

You swallowed, setting the margarita glass on the bar counter. You saw Minghao back away slowly from the corner of your eye, and Mingyu took Seokmin's old seat. "Ah, I'm not. I just…" have a child, and she's yours, and I've been craving a person to be my partner in this… and maybe I still love you, but I don't know how to tell you. Please don't hate me.

Mingyu ducked his head just slightly so he met your eyes. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. I don't know what Minghao was trying to say back there, but you really don't have to say anything."

"No, it's okay," you said quickly with a shake of your head. "I… I really should tell you about… my daughter. Our daughter." You tried to gauge his reaction, but his expression was carefully blank at this moment. 

A crease formed between his brows. "I'm sorry, did you just say our daughter?"

"Uhm, yes," you laughed nervously. 

"Holy shit—"

"I know—"

Mingyu flagged the bartender. "I am way too sober for this." He suddenly thought better and waved the bartender away with an apology. "Wait, how—how long? Yn, I had a kid this whole time? I have a kid with you?"

You nodded, rubbing your arm. "Yeah. It happened on graduation night. Y'know, when we…"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, that makes sense." He stared at a random mark on the bar counter. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mingyu," you said softly. You feared what he would think of you, scared he would still yell at you and reject you. That had probably been your greatest deterrent from telling him—that he would be disgusted with you and your child and turn you away. You just thought it would be better to avoid all of that heartache in full. Even if it meant hiding it all from him. 

"You were probably scared," he replied lowly, "I get it." He roughed a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. "You've been taking care of her by yourself this whole time? I just—I just wish you would have told me. We could have figured this out together."

He was looking at you now, reaching for your hands to cradle them in his own big palms. You wondered how you ever lived without this warmth. 

You gulped. "You had dreams, Mingyu. I didn't want us to be a burden—"

He scoffed, the noise so indignant and offended. "I'm just wondering what I did to make you think I would ever think you and my own daughter would be a burden to me. It might stall our plans, but it would only stall, Yn. You and…"

"Yeona," you stammered, "her name's Yeona."

Mingyu stopped and a smile slowly tugged at his lips. His eyes shone into the dim light of the bar, and his fingers linked with yours. "Yeona? She already sounds beautiful. Like her mother."

You felt like crying. Years of wondering and what ifs, and it could have all been solved with a conversation. "Do you want to meet her?"

His smile widened. "Do I? How's that even a question, darling?"

You laughed under your breath. "Okay," you nodded to yourself, "okay."

It was then that you realized just how badly you had needed this—this night, this conversation, this hope. Yeona had brought you up, but Mingyu was going to bring you all together. And as the two of you talked and laughed long into the night, neither of you could wait for when your two loves would be able to finally meet each other.

a/n: oh good god i think i liked that ending way more than i intended (not the ending paragraph, i think that was pretty gross, but the happy conclusion ig)

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

ooh could you share more of your vaxleth happy ending au headcanons? i'm forever bitter they didn't get that in canon :'(

of course! of course!

Vax becomes a tempest blade but usually only takes that up when he and Keyleth travel outside of Zephrah and Derrig can't come with.

After maybe two years of marriage, before Birdie is born, Vax (with Keyleth prodding) gets rid of almost all of his black clothes and gets things in the Ashari style with browns and greens because he doesn't need to hide in the shadows anymore and he's quite literally never been happier.

Korrin becomes an advisor to Keyleth because she really values his experience and knowledge about the Ashari as well as he's a very comforting presence to Keyleth during meetings

Vax is mostly a stay at home dad after Birdie is born, but he also teaches some self defense classes for the Ashari kids and also just a baby sitter for literally everyone because he adores kids and because he has nothing but time

Also I think Birdie has some celestial blood, not enough to be a full aasimar, but enough to automatically know Celestial and have some sort of innate magic

That being said, I also think all the kids have some magic in them that Vax and Keyleth help cultivate, but they also make sure to thoroughly warn them about the dangers of certain types of magic.

[accepting-the-nightmares]

Hey I'm back again! Have some nightmare kids-

These guys have existed for a long time and I only revisited them now. They are being added to the ask box so you can ask them now!

Here's some info on them:

William:

-Cheeky mischievous kid

-Runs even faster than regular gws cause he's a kid and is filled to the brim with energy

-His dad forces him to stay inside the Manor because he doesn't want his son to get hurt or lost

-Hes very rambunctious and wild

-But is very shy around strangers, he even hides his face when the stranger talks to him

-When the mortal comes into the Manor, Will is put in his room but he then escapes and helped chase the mortal down

Chester:

-anger issues

-His blades are dull but the tips are still sharp, so he got baby proofed

-He considers the murder monkeys as his older brothers

-He dreads the other kids, other than Stanley, they're besties

-Hes a brat in a way, but not spoiled, he works a lot at the hotel and helps his brothers

-Though he adores perfume, he wants to smell pretty

Peanut:

-Crazy kid, but also the respectful one

-He gets in trouble a lot, sometimes it would be on accident but it would mostly be on purpose

-Very flexible and can fit into tight spaces

-He considers the clown gremlins to be his cousins

-He has evil chaotic energy

-Whenever he takes a step, his shoe squeaks

Richie:

-Shy baby

-He usually keeps to himself and doesn't really bother anyone

-He has a stutter

-He has a huge crush on William and Will is very oblivious to it, Will can't take the hints

-Hes very friendly and sane other than the joy joy gang, he considers Penny his mum, Lucky his dad and Hangry his uncle

Doc:

-Hes mostly quiet and collected

-The nurses keep spoiling and loving on him, teaching him how to treat women properly

-He likes disecting things, wether it would be an animal or human, he doesn't care

-He also likes testing medication and chemicals on either mice or rats

-He thinks of the other kids as test subjects, as you can tell he doesn't have very well social skills, he sounds like an alien trying to communicate to humans when he's talking

Chip:

-Rebellious punk

-Even though he doesn't speak and can only communicate through sign, he has a very loud personality

-He is also very athletic, he can break dance very well

-He has a mother in the nightmare Realm and he goes against her a lot

-He is a baby sitter for Puff and Fluffball, he treats them as if they are his younger siblings

-he has a habit on wrecking shiza, grabbing a sledgehammer and smashing up cars

-He made his hideout in the record store

Stanley:

-Hes a party animal but also a caring one

-He says "happy birthday" as a greeting instead of just saying hello

-instead of having dirty legs like other dread duckies, he has clean smooth legs, overall he's just a very clean duck

-theres a secret area in the sewers that have a little swimming pool where he hangs out in

-he has a mother duck and older siblings, he doesn't join them in the sewers however, he wants to stay clean

-he has a very bubbly personality and is pretty much an airhead

Fluff and Puffball:

-babies, 1 year olds to be precise

-One is sleeping most of the time and the other is feral

-They both slap And bonk each others heads sometimes, not too hard but they have little fights

-They share everything, food, bed, binkies

-They even steal from each other

-Mama bear does take care of them and lay them in separate cribs, but Chip usually has to take care of them, he doesn't mind though

-One is a crybaby while the other is the tough one

And that's it! I'll answer some past asks in a jiffy! Just wanted to show off these babies

[shepherds-of-haven]

Shepherds ranked from best to worst baby sitters? Who should Mc NEVER trust with the baby?

Oooh, good question!

Best with babies to worst with babies:

Shery (excellent natural caretaker)

Tallys (doesn't have a ton of experience but has the right skills and disposition)

Red (reliable, can figure it out)

Briony (a little bit frazzled and overthinks things, but has the right spirit and will protect that baby with her life)

Caine (by 13 he probably ranks up there with Tallys)

Riel (like, he won't watch your baby, but he will pay for an excellent babysitter who will)

Ayla (she doesn't know what she's doing and will panic a lot, but she is trustworthy enough that nothing crazy will happen)

Trouble (he has good-ish natural instincts but 0 experience and will give everyone heart attacks when he's casually like 'yo how much cheese can you actually feed a baby', but baby will be fine)

Blade (he is trustworthy but a mess. don't leave him alone with a baby, he doesn't know what he's doing and will look like a deer in headlights and will be just. so confused)

Chase (hmmm)

Halek (he will take a nap with baby and baby will sleep on his chest and he can bottle-feed baby and that's about it. he'll probably mess up your child's sleep schedule, but they will be chill. but don't expect any like enrichment or anything, he does the bare minimum and that's pretty much it)

Lavinet (oh. she means well...)

[mrfeenysmustache]

Age Old Enemies

Summary: Set in the In Hindsight universe, Sesshomaru babysits for the harried parents and plants a few bombs for his own entertainment. Some rivalries never die.

A birthday fic about disrespectful pups for @superpixie42 !! Happy birthday!

Also Read On: AO3

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Keys jangled, shoes shuffled, and Kagome burst out into a bright round of giggles when he dropped the key ring and had to scramble to grab it off the ground.

“You had way too much to drink.” He said with fond exasperation, and she snuggled up to his side with what he supposed was meant to be a sultry smile.

“I did not. I’m just happy. We haven’t had a chance to go out in too long.”

“Got that right.” He said, finding the key and slipping it into the lock.

Some weird kind of yokai cold had swept through Shippo’s household, and he and Rin’s kits had been sick for weeks, one by one taking to bed to sniffle and cough and cry.

So their usual baby sitters were off the table.

As a last ditch effort to get some time alone they’d asked Sesshomaru. He was always so busy with work, they didn’t normally bother him with such things, but Shippo usually did and after so many grandkids they knew he was more than capable.

He’d been more than willing, and so tonight they’d left him with Hitomu and his little sister and raced away.

It had been much needed, but they’d also missed their kids.

Door unlocked, Inuyasha opened it, anticipation to catch his kids as they raced to him making his heart beat a little faster. It never got old, and it was his favorite part about coming home anytime he left.

But the door fully opened, and no little hanyo appeared with wide grins and shrill greetings.

“That’s kinda weird.” Kagome said, and he had to agree. “Unless he’s put them to bed.”

“No, they’re awake. I can hear their heartbeats.”

They walked through the house, following Inuyasha’s nose to the play room. They peeked around the door to find Sesshomaru sitting in the rocking chair, a child on each knee, listening in rapt attention as he told them some tale or other of his previous life of battle and conquest.

“Oi! What’s this? No greeting for your parents?”

Two little heads turned and golden eyes widened. He smiled, waiting for them to pounce, but their little girl, Akemi, clung to Sesshomaru’s shirt and wailed around her pacifier while Hitomu slid off his knee and put his hands on his hips.

“No!!! Don’t come home yet!!!”

“What-“

“We don’t want Uncle to leave yet!!”

“We’ll he’s got to, honey, we’re home now.” Kagome soothed, reaching out to wrap him in a hug, but he backtracked and crossed his arms, glaring so much like Inuyasha she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“No. Uncle Sesshomaru is the coolest! We want him to stay!”

Inuyasha stared wide eyed and confused, looking from his angry son to his brother, sitting placidly in his reading glasses and crisp sweater vest, soothing the little silver haired girl in his lap with a hand on her back.

“You think he’s… cool?!”

“Yeah!!!! Did you know he can make poison with his teeth?!”

He blinked, brows furrowing, and crossed his arms.

Kagome choked down a laugh and went to scoop her upset daughter up, allowing Sesshomaru to stand. They stepped back to watch the stand off.

“Well… I can make blades out of my own blood!”

“Dad that’s gross.”

“Gross?!”

“Yeah!! Blood is gross! Poison is cool!”

“Well… well… my sword can make diamonds!”

“Well his sword can bring dead things back to life!!!”

“I’m not listening to this, it’s your bedtime and Uncle Sessh is going home.”

“No!”

Sweeping from the room, Inuyasha stomped to the kitchen to pour himself a drink, and then the dark cloud of his brother strolled in, a shit eating grin stretching his face, making his fangs gleam.

“Don’t you need to leave.”

“Almost. I wanted to speak to you about something most urgent.”

“What?”

“Yukiji came to see me last week.”

“And what’s urgent about that? Your grandkits are always at your house.”

“And she told me some things I found most alarming.”

“Like what?”

“She came to me, waxing poetic about her wonderful Uncle Inuyasha, and how powerful is diamond making sword was. Apparently she’d seen a demonstration and simply could not stop speaking of it.”

Inuyasha felt his eyes widen again, and he quickly turned to open the fridge and put the juice he’d pulled out back inside.

He knew exactly what Sesshomaru was talking about.

He and Kagome had taken the young girl for the day. She’d already long gotten over the illness creeping through her family and was antsy sitting inside for so long. She’d gone on and on about how awesome her grandpa Sesshomaru was and it had made him sick.

So he’d pulled out tessaiga and made her some shiny rocks.

“Yeah well. You know how she feels about sparkles. It’s not like did it on purpose…” he lied, and when he turned back around, Sesshomaru was leaning over him, a feral grin on his face.

“Oh I think you did. You made my grandkit prefer you over me, so I’ve made your children prefer me to you. Don’t fuck with me hanyo, I’m still playing in leagues you will only dream of.”

His eyes narrowed, but before he could retort, Sesshomaru pulled away, face once more serene.

“Ta-ta, little brother.”

He left the kitchen and Inuyasha stared blankly at the cabinets, listening as Sesshomaru said farewell to Kagome and the kids.

“We can’t thank you enough Sesshomaru.” She said as Sesshomaru gave each child one last hug.

“Think nothing of it.”

“No I’m serious, we had so much fun and it was all thanks to you.”

“I am very pleased to hear it. Children, be good and get into bed. I will see you again very soon.”

Once he was gone, Inuyasha joined his family, once more greeted by his son’s fierce little glare.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Uncle’s sword when my goldfish died?”

Inuyasha looked to Kagome, her yes pinched tightly shut as she tried valiantly not to burst out laughing and he sighed.

‘Oh yeah. If that’s how the bastard wants to play it, then it’s officially war.’

[albertasunrise]

Self Sacrifice - Chapter 1

Summary: You and your partner Javier Peña have never really seen eye to eye on anything when it came to catching Escobar but when the two of you are kidnapped. You see a side to him that you never expected. Will Steve be able to find the two of you in time?

Warning/Content: Angst, Torture, Blood and Injury, Hospitalization.

Paring: Javier Peña / Female Reader

~

You could hear someone calling you but they sounded distant, muffled. You shook your head in an attempt to try and clear your mind but it only made your ears ring more and you let out a groan as your brain throbbed. Finally, you won a battle and managed to crack open your tired eyes, dirty jeans being the first thing they see. You follow the legs up and are met with a tight black button-up that clung to a toned body and strong arms which were tied behind the owner's back. You carried on up, seeing a neck, veins popping and muscles movings as the owner spoke words you still couldn't hear. Finally, you reach the face. Javier’s face. He had a dark bruise developing on his temple, a busted lip and dried blood, crusted inside his nostrils. Your ears seem to catch up with the rest of you and you now manage to hear what he's saying to you. Words to go along with the movements of his mouth.

‘You with me?’ He asked again, brows furrowed in concern as he watched you fight your way back to awareness.

‘Where are we?’ You croak out as your eyes study the room around you.

‘Fuck if I know.’ He replies, letting out a small huff as he too looked around at the room the two of you were confined to ‘What’s the last thing you remember?’

‘We uh-‘ You scrunch your eyes as you try to picture your last coherent moments, brain still a little hazy ‘We said goodnight to Connie and Steve. They needed to leave to relieve the baby sitter. Then you offered to give me a ride home and that’s it.’

‘Yeah, that’s pretty much all I got to.’ He grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he checked you over.

You were in considerably better shape than he was. Not putting up much of a fight before they knocked you out cold. He’d recognized the men that had attacked them. Men pinned the board but they weren’t Escobar’s. Oh no. These men were Cali men. The sound of a door opening grabbed both their attention and you look up to see two figures approach you from the shadows.

‘Evening.’ One says, a sickening snarl curling his lip.

‘What do you want with us?’ You spat, eyes black.

‘Information.’ The other replies, licking his lips as his eyes appraise you.

‘You won’t get anything from us,’ Growled Javier, veins popping as he glared at their captors.

‘You see I think we will.’ replied the first guy, his tone confident

They knew him, his face one that they had seen in several photographs snapped of the Cali’s activities. His name was Juan Moréas ‘aka’ Swiss. Known for his love of Swiss Blades and how he carves his victims with them until there was nothing but muscle and bone left. His companion neither of you recognised. A new recruit perhaps? Cali men were brutal though and you both knew it. Steve better find you fast or your both fucked.

‘So this is how it's going to work.’ Started Juan as he flipped out his trusty knife, licking the blade's edge before he continued ‘My partner and I are going to torture one of you whilst the other watches… You’ll watch as I carve and slice until finally, you give us what we want.’

‘Hijo de puta enfermo.’ (sick motherfucker) Spat Javier, his eyes following Juan as he came to stand behind you ‘Touch her and you’re a dead man.’

‘Oh, I’m going to do more than touch her.’ He drawled, bending down so he could run his tongue along your exposed neck.

You shuddered, cursing your haziness as you tried to think of something to do. Something to say, but you came up blank. You watch Javier’s chest heave. His eyes widen as something cold and sharp pierced your skin and pulled a scream from deep inside you.

‘That’s right Hermosa.’ He grinned ‘Scream for me.’

‘Don’t hurt her.’ Begged Peña, his tone taking not just your captors by surprise ‘If you hurt anyone you hurt me.’ He commands, his eyes falling on you ‘Just don’t hurt her please.’

‘Very well.’ Juan replied, stalking over to your partner and sinking his blade deep in his thigh.

Javier's scream turning your blood to ice.

~

You lost track of time. All that you were aware of now was Javi’s screams. Blood-curdling. Sounds that you knew would haunt your dreams. You were no longer tied to a chair. Now you were chained to a wall, hands numb from tight restraints but you didn’t care. You cared about your partner who sat bloodied in a chair across from you. His jeans were almost black, soiled from the several shallow stab wounds Juan had inflicted. His black shirt was torn, revealing shallow gashes across his abs and one deep one just above his hip.

‘Javi you have to let me take some of this torture.’ You say as he weakly lifts his head to look at you, blood mixed with drool running down his chin.

‘No.’ He croaks, sucking in a pained breath ‘I can take it.’

‘They’re killing you, Peña.’ You growl, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness.

‘No.’ He growled, his voice a little stronger ‘They won't touch you.’

~

The blades got bigger the longer you and Peña held out on them. His bare arms now littered in cuts, his shirt non-existent. Today though Juan seemed to be taking a break from slicing, leaving his partner to use some slightly more brutal methods. Blow after blow he in inflicts on the agent's exposed belly, opening up cuts and painting his tanned skin red. His punches were hard and brutal, giving Javier no time to catch his breath before another ripped the wind from his aching lungs again.

‘Please just stop.’ You beg, tears streaming down your cheeks as you watch the man beat your partner within an inch of his life ‘I’m begging you, please. You’re killing him,’

The blows stop and the man looks up at you, his eyes dark and primal as he grins. Grabbing a fistful of Javi’s hair, he yanks the agent’s head up so that he can see you weeping on the floor. His dark brown eyes lock with yours and you see something in them that makes your stomach twist in knots. He’s giving up.

‘Give me something and I’ll stop.’ He commands, grinning at the weak groans that escape Javier as he tightens his hold on his hair.

Your eyes glance at him before returning to your partner, searching his expression for an answer. A solution to what to do. Instead, you can see him telling you to say nothing. Not with words, but with a furrowed and stern eyes and you have to decide. Do you cave and hope they spare Javier? Or do you say nothing and seal his fate? Your continued silence angers your captor and in a fit of rage, he kicks Javier’s chair over and the agent's head hits the ground with a sickening crack. You watch your him for any sign of movement and see none, your stomach doing somersaults as you call out to him. The man pulled the chair back up and Peña’s head falls forward, hair already drenched in blood. The man leaves and you continue to call out to Javi, tears streaming down your cheeks as you see blood start to drop onto the floor. You and Peña had never really seen eye to eye on things. He likes to play dirty. You like to play by the books but together, along with Steve, you made one hell of a team. Your friendship with him, if you could call it that, was strained. You often fell out. Shouting matches being a common occurrence with the two of you but now as you sat here, praying he'd open his eyes and look at you, you realized that despite his faults. This man was selfless. It had taken one cut on your arm for him to offer himself up as a sacrifice. He knew you would have done the same, but he hadn’t wanted to give you that chance. Silence fell over your prison, not even the sound of rushing traffic outside could pierce its walls. You wondered where you were. Whether Steve would be able to find you. How long had you even been gone? You counted the number of meals the two men had brought you and estimated you'd been gone at least two days now if not more. As you looked at Javier you knew deep down inside. He didn't have another two days left in him.

He did open his eyes eventually and when he had looked at you, what you saw in his eyes made your blood run cold. There were glassy, dazed, and void of recognition. You knew he was in trouble now. The blow to his head, if not treated, could well kill him and so you prayed to anyone that would listen. Let them find you.

The man returned a little while later, smirking when he saw that Javier had come too. He’d returned to savagely beating him but still, you gave him nothing. Barely a sound left Peña’s lips, too weak to utter any. You sat there and watched him, tearless sobs racking your body as you'd cried yourself dry. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Few hours at most.

‘Come on Steve.’ You breathed, staring up at the stained ceiling above ‘Save us.’

~

‘Witness confirmed that it was Swiss's guys that took them.’ Stated Carillo as he sat himself down on the edge of Murphy’s desk.

It had been three days since you and Peña had been swiped from the bar. His car had still been parked on the street the next morning but that hadn’t made anyone particularly suspicious. No, it was the fact that you hadn’t turned up for work that had set off alarm bells. They’d questioned everyone that lived near or worked at the bar and no one had seen anything, or at least, so they claimed. Finally, Carillo had managed to pin down one witness who after a fair amount of intimidation, had finally squawked.

‘Right well what boltholes does he have that we know about?’ He asked, looking up at the man.

‘Steve, if he has them… They’re dead.’ Said the colonel grimly, knowing that it was unlikely either of you was still alive.

‘No!.’ He growled, slamming his fist down on his desk ‘I refuse to believe that.’ He paused, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he tried to calm his frenzied mind ‘And even if they are.’ He paused again, eyes drifting back to the colonel ‘We owe it to them to at least find them.’

‘Fine.’ Carillo replied, rising from Steve’s desk ‘He has two boltholes known to us..’ He continued,  pointing them out on the map laid out on Murphy’s desk.

‘Right we send two teams to check both. You go with one, I’ll go with the other.’ He said as he stood from his chair ‘Let’s pray they’re at one of them.’

~

‘Peña I need you to listen to me.’ You say softly as you watch him raise his head ‘You need to hold out just a little bit longer okay?’ You pause, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as you look at each other ‘Steve’ll find us. We’ll be ok.’

You didn’t know who you were trying to convince. You or Javi. His expression didn’t change though. He just looked at you with the same glassy eyes he had when he’d woken up and you knew, he didn’t recognise you. Juan and his sidekick walked in a few minutes later, his face red and furious.

‘Time to talk.’ He shouts, pulling out a large, curved blade from his pocket and bringing it up to Peña’s throat ‘Give me something useful or I will slit his throat.’

You simply stare at him. Chest heaving, but you still refused to give him what he wants. It physically hurts to keep your mouth shut. You cannot bear to watch them torture Javier for a second longer but you had to, you couldn't betray your country for the sake of one. No matter how much you want to.

‘Perhaps you need a little incentive.’ He spat, nodding at his partner who grabbed Javier roughly and lifted him off his chair.

He threw a blow to his ribs for tossing him to the ground, laughing as he kicked the agent repeatedly with his heavy boots. You sob but you don’t speak. You just watch as Javier takes hit after hit until his eyes roll back and his body goes limp.

‘JAVI.’ You scream as you watch in horror whilst Juan’s man continues to kick him despite his unconscious state.

‘Will you talk now?’

You open your mouth to answer but don’t get a chance. Shouting erupts as a dozen search bloc men flood the room, Steve at the forefront. Their captors are dragged away as Steve spots you and sprints to your side.

‘Steve Javi.’ You say as he manages to free you of your restraints ‘You need to help him.’ You beg as his eyes follow yours to the bloodied figure across from them.

Two men are crouched at his side, one checking his pulse whilst the other requests an ambulance over the radio. You and Steve are beside him in the blink of an eye, letting out a sob as you see up close how bad of a state he is in.

'Oh, Javi.' You breathe, stroking his hair back from his face.

‘Fucking hell.’ Growled Steve as he rolled Peña onto his back 'What did they do?'

'They tortured him to try and get me to talk.' You sob 'But I never did Steve... I didn't-'

Suddenly Javier’s gasping, eyes still shut as he attempts to breathe and you feel your stomach twist painfully.

‘What’s happening?’ You ask, looking at Steve with pure panic plastered across your face.

Lowering his ear to his partner’s chest he confirms his theory ‘His lung’s collapsed. SHIT.’ Hands thrown up to his head as he starts to panic 'Shit Peña Breathe!!.'

‘Come on Javi.’ You plead, rubbing circles with your thumb on his shoulder as he continues to writhe ‘Don’t give up.’

You're roughly pulled out the way, Steve also, as two Paramedics start working on him. One pulls out a long needle and without a second thought, stabs it into his chest. Pulling off the cap, it let out a hiss and Javier manages to pull in a few shaky breaths. A mask was placed over his face before they maneuvered him onto the gurney, wheeling him out with you and Steve hot on their heels. You jumped in the ambulance with him, not wanting him to leave your sight and Steve informed you he’d follow in his car. The doors shut and the sirens wailed. The ambulance screaming off down the road towards what you hoped to be Javier’s salvation.

~

Two weeks.

Two weeks he’d been here, in this coma, bandage covering where they’d removed a section of his skull to operate on the aneurysm he’d developed from his blow to the head. Along with that, he’d suffered from severe abdominal trauma and internal bleeding which had taken several hours of surgery to get under control. You and Steve took it in turns to sit at his side. Hoping that he’d open his eyes and all would be well again but the doctors had been upfront from the start, his chances weren’t great. They’d done all they could and now it was just a case of waiting for him to wake up. Problem was. There was a chance that he wouldn’t. He was hooked up to so many machines it made your head spin, the swoosh and click of the ventilator setting your nerves on edge as you watched the mechanical rise and fall of his chest. When Steve came to relieve you, you went home, got in your shower, and sobbed as the hot water cascaded over your shaking shoulders. You didn’t sleep. His screams haunting your dreams so instead you worked. Worked to find the bastards that gave the order. The order that meant Javier was now fighting for his life. Another week went by and still, no change, except you were now sleeping on the Murphy’s couch after screaming so much in your sleep one night that the police were called. A neighbor fearing you'd been attacked. So no you were sat bouncing Olivia on your knee, smiling at the tiny creature as she allowed you a little distraction from everything that was going on. Connie placed a coffee mug on the table across from you and smiled as the child squealed with glee, overjoyed by the raspberries you blew on her round belly. The door swinging open made the two of you jump and you leaped to your feet, Olivia pulled close to your chest. Ready to protect her at any cost. Steve was stood there panting. His hair sticking to his sweat covered brow, his wild eyes flitting between Connie and you as he caught his breath.

‘What is it?’ Asked Connie, concern etched into her features ‘Is it Javi?’

He nodded, still panting as he ran his hand through his wild blonde hair.

‘Is he?’ You don’t want to finish, afraid of the answer.

‘He’s awake.’ He replied, a small smile crossing his lips 'Javi's woken up.'

~

Chapter 2