#i probably do need a break from hitman though

[ramblesbiab]

My biggest problem with Hitman content on YouTube is that everyone always skips over caring about the story, meaning I bought the game expecting to only care about the gameplay.

And then it hit me with a story about self-identity and purpose which resonated so much that I can't stop thinking about it. Everything about 47 and Diana's journey is a brilliant escalation, one about the realization that even though Diana is slowly bringing out 47's ability to feel again, she's still continuing the cycle of him being used and controlled. It hit me right in the chest when 47 is doing his second mission without Diana, and repeats her line "I'll leave you to prepare" to Olivia. To see a cold-blooded assassin miss his one friend in the world, to see how worried he becomes when she's present for his next mission.

And damn, the way scene where they dance together was perfect, because you can just tell that the betrayal is coming. It almost feels like a premature goodbye. Diana cares deeply for 47 after all this time, and that's why she knows she has to let him go. It's not truly a betrayal - it's mercy.

When he takes out The Constant and goes off his own, they leave things a bit vague, but I love it. It doesn't matter who Diana is now, because her and 47 aren't together anymore. He's on his own, and while he's continuing the path The Constant taunted him for being stuck in, it's different. He makes the choices now. He works for himself.

I teared up watching him smile while talking to Diana. Agent 47, the cold blooded killer, is finally allowed to feel, to grow as a person, because he's free. It's the best conclusion I could've asked for.

The gameplay is amazing, obviously, but I wish less people ignored the story behind it all. I haven't even touched on Providence or Lucas Grey, which are both excellent in their own rights.

Maybe I'll touch more on those another time. I'm tired lol

[darkpetal16]

So we've got mafiafell wingding and papyrus headcanons, but what about mafiafell sans? Even a crumb would be very appreciated

Oh man. I put these HC undercut for 1.) T/W for toxic relationship and 2.) Spoilers for one of his bad endings in the game.

Mafiafell!Sans is a hot mess and puts the yan in yandere.

Ooooo boy. He’s a walking, talking red flag.

He’s a Judge: a monster born with the Judgment ability. His magic is toxic to anyone with EXP or LVL (including himself, although he has built up resistance) and he can see the truth of anyone’s SOUL.

His ability awakened at a young age in an unexpected outburst that resulted in the death of one of Asgore’s Royal Guards. By consequence, in order to avoid execution, he had to become the newest Judge.

He, essentially, became a glorified hitman for the Dreemur family at a young age, with the added bonus of each of his kills causing magic whiplash and damaging himself in the process.

He’s seen a lot of awful things, and done a lot worse things.

It. . . Doesn’t sit well with him.

He never wanted to take a life. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

But he had that choice taken away from him, and now he’s in too deep. The EXP, in conjunction with his Judgment ability, has warped him in a deeply disturbing way.

He’s volatile, violent, and viscous. And bitter. So, very, very bitter.

He’s got a short temper, but how he acts on it depends on the severity of his rage. For “smaller” issues, it’s an instantaneous reaction of violence. For the big issues, it’s something he’ll stew over and take his time to seek retribution. Basically: If he gets loud fast, the person will probably make it out alive. If he gets quiet though? They’re dead. And they’re not dying easily.

His volatility is a big reason why he always has Papyrus or Wingding nearby for important events.

This does mean that early in the relationship, when none of them know how well he can control himself around you, all of your dates will be secretly chaperoned by either Wings or Pap. You’ll likely never see them, but they’re there for your (physical) wellbeing and Sans’ (mental) wellbeing.

After a lifetime of absolute garbage thrown his way, you are a desperately needed breath of fresh air. He was drowning in misery and you’re the lifeline thrown to him. He will latch on with a zealous fervor.

Any bit of happiness and affection you give him, he’ll greedily devour. The more you give, the more he’ll come to need you until he literally will not tolerate you out of his life.

So do not commit, do not engage, do not give this man any type of hope for a relationship unless you’re ready for that level of emotional dependency. Breaking it off once it’s too late won’t end well for either of you. Because he’s type who can love a doll as much as the real deal.

But if that’s your thing too? If this is what you need too. . . ?

He’s your guy. Loyal. Ferociously loyal. Would fight an army for you. Would go to war for you. Would break any law for you. He supports your wrongs and your rights equally, as long as he gets to be by your side in the process.

He didn’t have money growing up (all money earned had to go into paying back his “debt” to the Dreemur family), so now that he has it he likes to spend it. Especially on loved ones (you & his brothers). Shopping trips are a bi weekly thing, and they always end in a fancy dinner date.

He wants to travel the world, and he’ll gleefully take you with him. He wants to visit a place that’s always dark, and someplace where the sun never sets. He wants to see the auroras, and an endless sea of sand.

He’s always wanted to go to school to learn. Always wanted to learn physics, mechanical engineering, and astronomy. Never could, and he thinks it’s too late now. He’ll always brush it off if you try to encourage him.

But if you take him to college lectures on the stuff, he’s like a kid in a candy shop. You’ll see a glimpse of what he was like before he became a Judge; a childlike level of sincere happiness, and a small smile on his face.

Dates are extravagant. He knows he’s fucked in the head so he’s hoping to keep your attention by impressing you. Maybe if you’re wowed enough you’ll forgive his cracks.

Speaking of cracks, he’s got the most broken bones in the family. Most of the time, Wings or Toriel can heal such injuries but ones caused by his Judge ability don’t heal.

If you ask about them he’ll give you increasingly crazier stories. Anything is better than the truth.

Speaking of stories, he loves to tell them and loves to listen. If you’d like to read, he would genuinely love it if you read him. It doesn’t matter the genre, he just enjoys them with a pure sincerity.

And if you want him to read to you? That’s fine by him. Although you’ll probably have to pick out the books… And forgive him when he stumbles on words. He didn’t have a proper education growing up. What he knows is what Wings has been able to teach him in their very limited free time. 

He can sing! Specifically lullabies, because that was the only thing that could sue Papyrus when he was a toddler. It’s not something he likes others to know, however, he’ll make the exception for you.

He can also cook. Very well. He learned along side Papyrus as something for the two of them to do together. He didn’t have a lot of free time and he didn’t want Papyrus to feel lonely, so he would learn how to cook with him. 

Very good at reading people. Even without his judge ability, he’s an expert at reading, micro expressions, understanding someone’s tone, and interpreting body language. His intuition is above reproach, even Asgore trusts it. 

He learned sign language when Wings lost his voice for a few months. Sans thought it would be come permanently so he stayed up late to learn it and be ready to teach it to Wings. Thankfully, Wings recovered so it’s been a rarely used skill.

Quality time is important to him. If you have something important in your life that you want him to attend, absolutely nothing will stop him from being there. 

Don’t try to get him jealous. Not only will your suitor be killed, but if he thinks you’re doing it on purpose, he won’t let it go. He won’t lay a hand on you. . . he doesn’t have to to discourage you from ever thinking about doing that again.

He’s a hot mess. There’s no getting around this. There is no therapy in his time, and the toxic masculinity expected of him will prevent him from ever admitting his emotional vulnerabilities in any way that matters.

He’ll be tender for you. He’ll be soft for you. He’ll be kinder around you. He won’t raise his voice. He won’t lay a hand on you. He’ll support your dreams, financially and emotionally. He’ll start with you if you want.

But that’s the extent of what he can do for now, and for a long times

And that’s the best he can do.

PLAY IF - MAFIAFELL HERE FOR HIS ROUTE

HC MASTERLIST HERE

[capricornlevi]

no surprises - toji x reader

wc 1.6k - hitman!toji x mobwife!reader, fem!reader, strangers to lovers -dark elements (but not really related to sex -- toji breaks into reader's house to assassinate mob husband), cheating (technically -- reader's husband is a piece of shit lol)

nsfw, mdni

Toji hates it when his hits have wives or girlfriends.

As cruel a bastard as he may be, the thought of unnecessary collateral makes him uneasy to say the least. It's messy, too, unnecessary and uncomfortable. When one of his targets has a wife there's a sure guarantee she'll be by his side more often than not. It increases the risk for all parties, whether they know of their involvement or not.

He wonders why these men never have the decency to get a divorce before involving themselves in shit like this.

And so, as he carefully picks the lock to your kitchen window, he hopes that tonight's job is clean. That you'll stay out of his way.

Kill the guy, clean up, and ideally, get out without even waking you.

So imagine his surprise when he makes his way inside as planned, turns down the hallway to get to the bedroom he's so carefully mapped this past week, only to find you standing pyjama-clad in the hallway with arms crossed, looking at him with an expression one could only describe as inconvenienced.

"He's not here," you mumble, the words laced with sleep but still pointed.

Toji prides himself on being quick on his feet, but in this rare instance, he's lost for words. He doesn't even draw his weapon.

"Uh ... hm ... what?" he finally decides, though the words leave him without much active decision-making on his part, spilling out into the cold night air.

"He's not here," you repeat, enunciating each word slowly. "Did you not hear me? Though that would explain why you made such a fucking racket breaking in."

"What the fuck-"

"And you're replacing that lock, by the way," you spit, eyes heated with frustration as you give him a once over. "I heard you give up and break it."

Toji's head could explode right here and now. How has this ... this cannot be happening ... he's carried out hits numbering in the three digits, and not one target has ever seen him coming, much less the wife of some low-ranking gangster who stole the wrong amount of money from the wrong people.

Still, you don't shy away from him, keeping your gaze fixed on his increasingly confused face.

"What do ya mean he isn't here?" Toji huffs then, finally realising the futility of this situation. Standing there stupidly isn't going to improve his image, he needs to cut to the chase. "Is he out?"

You huff a laugh. "You could say that."

He arches a scarred brow. "He's dead?"

"May as well be," you answer plainly, devoid of any sympathy or grief. "Kicked him out on Sunday. Tried to steal my engagement ring and then went after my parents, mumbling some shit about collecting their life insurance policy even though the idiot isn't even named on it. So I made a call and the name of his hotel is with your bosses now."

"Then why didn't they--"

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "How should I know? They probably sent some other guys to the hotel and kept you here in case that worm came wriggling back."

Toji's not sure why, but he believes you -- probably because of the unafraid, unemotional manner in which you're delivering this information. As though you're a teacher scolding him for a failed assignment.

He releases his grip on the weapon tucked at his hip -- he doesn't even remember at which point he went to grab it -- silently swearing at a wasted evening.

Sure, he'll still get the flat rate for a call-out like this one, but if he has proof of death he gets triple pay. He could really use that this month; he likes having his lights stay on for longer than forty-eight hours at a time, and figured tonight would've been an easy job, particularly with how stupidly your husband has been acting these last few months.

"Uh ... okay. Sorry for inconveniencin' ya," he mumbles, figuring it best to leave now without wasting either of your time any further.

He could stay here and argue more, but he's not in the mood. He needs to get back. Plus, he's already disrupted your night enough -- as curtly as you've addressed him these past few minutes, he can't say he doesn't see where your frustration is coming from.

In this short interaction, he's developed a sort of begrudging respect for this woman who views an assassination attempt in the same way most would view a parking ticket.

"Wait!" you call out just as he turns around. He hesitates -- though you don't seem like the type to call the police given your knowledge of your husband's business.

Maybe you're not finished giving him shit for this embarrassment of a botched assignment?

"Yeah?" he answers dutifully, brushing his hair from his eyes with a tired swipe of his hand, turning back to face you.

"Want to have a drink with me?" you ask straight-forwardly, arms still crossed and expression unmoving. "He left his 20-year whiskey behind, and I haven't had new company since he weaselled his way into my life."

"I-"

"If you've nothing better to do, anyway."

This woman ...

He has never had as difficult a time reading someone in his entire lie.

"Well?" you press, a hint of impatience growing in that beautiful voice. "What do you want to do?"

Surprise once against takes precedence over any other emotion in Toji's body.

Tonight couldn't get any weirder. He's sure of it.

Except it definitely can, as he discovers just thirty minutes later, with you sitting atop him as he's spread out on your bed, riding him so hard the bed rattles against the wall.

This is a little fucked up. You both know it. He came here to kill your husband, but it's so hard for him to care about minor details like that when he sees how your tits bounce with every thrust upwards, how your face looks when it's torn in pleasure.

Your husband is a bigger idiot than he thought.

You haven't been touched like this in a long time, haven't had someone's hands on you like you deserve, and that thought enrages him for some reason.

His focus for tonight has shifted entirely. He's no longer out to kill, to hurt, his one responsibility is to make you cry out on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers, until both of your voices are worn out and hoarse.

You're so pretty like this, so responsive to every twirl of his thumb and jerk of his hips.

Though -- and he hates to admit it -- you're exerting some control over him as well. His well-worn self-discipline is being tested like never before. On your couch just a few minutes ago, with his mouth spread against you and your leg tossed over his shoulder, you had managed to then manoeuvre yourself until your fist was wrapped around his cock, your pretty fingers stroking him until his breaths sounded choked and desperate, until a flush spread up his chest to his neck and jawline.

He had to still your wrist to keep from coming all over his own chest. That would lose him any shred of credibility he had left.

He's obsessed with the way you kiss him, too, so hungry and desperate with no sign of that earlier unshakability you possessed. He's sure you still have yourself in some semblance of control -- though he barely knows you, he knows you wouldn't relent that quickly -- but you release yourself a little, sinking into it with a quiet moan that sends ripples up his spine.

And now, with your hips sitting flush against his own, it's hard to imagine caring about a single other thing than the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

You take him so well, every inch of him, knowing exactly what to say to drive him insane. In turn, he learns what he can from your reactions, each microexpression showing him how you like to be touched.

You toss your head back, that beautiful throat gulping down gasps of air in between cries of Toji's name, shoulders tight with the tension of keeping yourself seated on him.

He gives you more when you ask for it, pumping up into you and relishing the answering groans and mewls of pleasure.

(Honestly, he'd give you anything you wanted from him. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you requested it with those pretty doe eyes and your lips curled into that sly little smile.)

A familiar heat curls in his stomach but in a way he's entirely unfamiliar with; usually, it builds slowly and reliably, bit by bit, but this time it rises erratically and without any sign of when he's approaching the edge.

This is dangerous. You're dangerous for him, you have him in the palm of your hand and hold the ability to crush him into tiny pieces if you so wish. It scares him while also sending pulses of pleasure straight to his cock, coupled with the feeling of your throbbing clit as he circles it with his thumb --

Thankfully, you fall apart at the same time, spasms of pleasure overtaking every single thought in either of your heads.

As you settle into the afterglow, Toji is in no rush to move you or shift himself. He runs a roughened hand over your thigh, the skin smooth as silk, marvelling at how you shiver under the touch.

He just looks up at you, that hint of confusion from earlier still present but accompanied by something else.

Strange, he thinks to himself. Not a wasted evening after all.

[georgiapeach30513]

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Moodboard Event

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

���I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

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Kash

You're at the top. You have everything; especially the unwanted attention from lesser male coworkers who want you dead. You also have money, a lot of it, and a pathetic kind of look about you that Toji finds extremely endearing.

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OR, suicidal reader who actually wants hitman Toji to kill her.

Warnings: suicidal reader (like explicitly states wanting to die), hitman toji, reader being referred to as woman, lady and a cash cow, dubious consent, overstimulation, fingering, pussy eating, rough sex, nipple play, Toji being an asshole who has a huge dick unfortunately. please let me know if I missed anything and please enjoy!!

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You can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve been told throughout your life that money can’t buy happiness. You had never really listened though, never cared. If you were struggling, then of course money would make you happy—you’re not an idiot.

But you hadn’t realized just how lonely having money made you feel inside. Earning more than you needed, everything was taken care of; you had a too big apartment you didn’t need, the space empty besides you and a stray you picked up when loneliness got the better of you; a nice car that didn’t break down often, the second biggest office in the whole building. You were at the top.

Too bad you didn’t give a shit after a while. And even worse that your coworkers did.

After yet another promotion somehow, it became their tipping point. Young guys, three or four of them, you’re not sure. Never really cared for their names, their faces all blending together the longer you were forced to look at them in meetings. But they knew you, and boy, if they didn’t want to do everything in their power to knock you down a peg or two. Even if it meant snuffing you out for good; anything to clear your spot and give it to someone more deserving, they would say. A man, they really meant.

You notice him, for what you believe, is the first time he’s ever followed you. A big, burly man, simultaneously blending into the crowd on a constant basis, but too obvious for you to not notice him. He pretends to lower his head and look at his phone when you crook your neck to watch him, despite the way his thumb scrolls too quickly for the device to even be active.

Is it money? These men; they’re always after money. It wouldn’t surprise you if the man straight up snatched your thousand dollar bag from right underneath your arm. But he doesn’t. Just continues to follow you, at a far enough distance away that anyone not too keen on their surroundings wouldn’t notice. But you do. You always do when it comes to men, when it comes to being the only female lead in your industry to make as much as you do.

The man follows you home, and you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. If he wanted to rob you, he could’ve done it a few blocks back. If he wanted to kill you, he could’ve done it when you purposely took a turn down a dark alleyway. But the man hadn’t followed you down there, hadn’t made his presence that obvious. But he somehow met you around the corner, his clothes dark, his hair black, eyes shrouded by his stringy fringe.

If he killed you, you’re not sure you’d be entirely upset. The only thing you’d regret is not having your money to go to anyone besides your cat, although she deserves a spoiled life, according to her high-end tastes. But if this man—this huge, intimidating looking man with his scarred lip and the weight he carries in his waistband, silver and warmed to his body—were to end your life, you’re not sure you’d be angry at him.

Probably wouldn’t even plead for your life. Why plead when things are this exhausting anyway? When your coworkers spit in the coffee they offer to make you every morning? When you have no one to come home to besides a yowling little feline? When you eat dinner alone, lunch alone, breakfast, even a small fucking snack alone. You have no one, and practically feel like no one, just as much.

Who would really miss you, anyway?

You don’t amp up your security in those following weeks. You probably should if you wanted to continue on with this life you’ve worked so hard for, felt so dull about now. But you don’t. Make a routine that allows the man to follow you, giving him ample opportunity to sneak up on you in between your stop for a morning donut and the library to drop off the book you finished for the week. You pick up a new one when he doesn’t follow you in, waiting for the inevitable dark head of hair to trail you along the halls, the carpeted floor quieting his heavy steps.

And when he does follow you in, do you finally pick up a book you’ve read thrice now, and leave. He follows, and you expect nothing more. This routine goes for entirely too long, honestly. You’re not sure if he’s just a shitty stalker and doesn’t know that you notice him, wants you to acknowledge him, or is just trying to spook you. Either way, you’re finding yourself tired of it all when you have to complete the work you didn’t think you would have to because you had presumed you’d be dead by now. 

It’s only when his stalking has gone on for a good six weeks, when you finally muster up the courage to address him.

“When are you gonna kill me, huh?” You ask the man, spinning around on your heel, watching him try to duck nonchalantly into an alleyway. But you follow him around the dark corner, sure you’re probably as safe in this dank alley with him as you are having lunch with your coworkers. The man looks surprised, at the least, to see you addressing him. You two make for an odd sight; shrouded in darkness from the gloomy overhead clouds, thick and heavy with rain, sputtering every few minutes to ruin the Gucci shirt you’ll probably die in today. You’re all prissy and put together, head held high, chin up, a cup of your favorite coffee in hand, probably the last time you’ll ever drink it. 

And the man—the man is more handsome than you gave him credit for. You could never really make out much of his face, but you see him now, barely, with the overhead light of the streetlamp above you. His skin is pale, and he looks a bit older; his hair jet black and cut short; his eyes a dull green that almost fade into a black nothingness; a scar cutting through pink lips; his build almost twice the size of your own. He’s the picturesque of the perfect hitman. The thought almost makes you smile. 

When the man doesn’t say anything, has the gall to raise his eyebrows and look around himself as if in question of who you could be talking to, you snap. 

“I’ve been waiting for too long now.” You frown, tucking your purse under your arm tighter, in hopes that the contents don’t spill and make too much of a mess when he splatters your brains on the concrete. “Get it over with already, and feed my cat in the meantime. She’s a picky little shit, so make sure you get the high end food. She won’t eat anything else.”

Your voice is so sure, no quake or quiver, no begging or pleading, no fear for this strange man that has been, undoubtedly, following you for so long that you’re surprised he hasn’t taken action against you yet. Toji can only chuckle under his breath, astonished by the woman in front of him, thin eyebrows raised so high they damn near touch his hairline. He folds thick arms over his chest, sizing you up and down, how there’s not even a tremble in your knees as he stares down at you. 

“Goddamn.” He states plainly, chuckling again at your pinched expression when he doesn’t pull out his gun immediately. “No negotiations?” He cocks his head in question to you, expecting some kind of back and forth before he ends your life. But you’re only tight lipped, lips covered in your prettiest berry shade, worn once more before your inevitable death. You fold your arms, matching his stance, and the man has the nerve to look amused at your huffing. 

“I hear you’re a lot more loaded than those shitheads at your job that hired me in the first place.” Toji mutters, lifting his chin to you, a smirk ever growing on his soft looking lips, makes your stomach flutter just the tiniest amount at the sight. Goddamnit. Too bad you’ll die without having had sex in literal years. “Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement, huh?”

“No thanks.” You say flippantly, quick as ever, taking a long sip from your drink, before you toss it into a nearby dumpster. You check your watch in the meantime, noting that your cat will need to be fed in around an hour or so, the greedy little thing. Toji only blinks at your nonchalant demeanor, stunned to silence. “I can give you my banking information and then you can kill me afterwards. Just remember to feed my cat, or donate her to the shelter, or something. I don’t know.”

Quiet falls between the two of you, the only sound the beginning pitter patter of rain starting to fall. It bounces off of the concrete, seeps into the expensive suede of your shoes, shoes that you don’t really give a shit about, especially if they’re going to be covered in your blood in only a few moments. Toji blinks at you. You blink back, casting him an expectant look. This is the deal of a lifetime: to get paid to kill someone who, not only isn’t putting up any kind of fuss, but is also offering you all of their money in exchange for you to kill them too. You’re basically funding your very own hitman, and the fucker has the nerve to look genuinely stunned. 

“In what way would that benefit you?” Toji asks after a long bout of silence, his head cocked to the side as he blinks away raindrops from long, black lashes. “Me taking your money and your life?”

“What’s the point of living anymore? It is what it is.” You shrug, folding your arms over your chest as you let your purse hang from your elbow. He could just snatch it from you and then blow your brains out with that gun you know is against his hip. Or he could strangle you, if he was one of those crazy kind of killers. But Toji just looks at you like you’re the oddest little thing in the world. 

Well, shit. In all the years that Toji has been a hitman for hire, he’s never really felt bad about taking someone’s life. They’re usually a piece of shit in some way, or they’re just another bounty that he doesn’t really give a fuck about. He’s used to the pleading, the begging—not this, not you. 

It almost…excites him, revs him up in a way that he hasn’t felt in god knows how many years. He stares at you for a long while, thinking, contemplating, before he smiles. Its evil, devious in its unfurling that finally makes you really evaluate the man in a way that you hadn’t done so beforehand. You have the nerve to take a single step back that Toji follows, smile stretching into a grin as he reaches a hand out to you. 

“How about this? I keep you alive—”

“Again, no thanks.” You snap at him this time, pushing away his hand almost childishly. Oh, he’s going to enjoy having you around for a long, long while. Toji reaches out again and grabs you this time in too big, hot hands, holds you by your elbows as he pulls you into him until you’re stumbling. You finally look scared, more than you have the entire time he was stalking you, more than he even thought was possible for your constantly apathetic expression. He feels his cock hardening, heavy as it twitches to life against his thigh. 

“I keep you alive,” he repeats, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against him, eyes suddenly wide as you stare up at him. “And make life worth living. In return, you come with me.” 

You rear back at his words, fear melting into a look of confusion before it bleeds to one of irritation. You try to snatch away from him, but the man only holds you tighter, looking at you from under his lashes in a way that makes your stomach twist. You ball your fists up and attempt to hit him in his chest, but he only holds your wrists captive, tight to his body as he watches every minuscule twitch on your face. 

“The whole point was that I wanted to die, asshole.” You snarl at him, returning to that usual, familiar bite he got a glimpse of earlier. Toji only smiles at you, condescending and small. 

He can see that, your suicidal ideation, need, but Toji doesn’t say it out loud. He can see the exhaustion that runs so much deeper than missing a few nights of rest. He sees it in the bags under your eyes that you barely try to hide with makeup anymore. He sees it in the set around your mouth, the firmness of someone determined to do something permanent, drastic. He sees it in the way your shoulders shag, defeated, how you uncurl and open yourself up to him, ready to have the weight of living taken off of your shoulders. 

Too bad Toji has always been a selfish man. He can do this one act of kindness in his life, can’t he? Save someone from themself? Breathe life into one, instead of snuffing it out like how he’s done for so many years? 

He tells himself he’s doing the right thing. He doesn’t much believe it, but you look at him with so much hopelessness and apathy, and your pockets are just so heavy, and you’re such a pretty, pathetic little thing and—

And he never said he was that much of a good guy, now did he? 

“You don’t want to die.” Toji tells you, speaking over you when you begin to protest. “You just don’t want to be you anymore. Let me take that burden off your chest so you can be whoever you want to be, sweetheart.” 

The fight in you dies down as the prospect of what he’s offering you sinks in. It’s not completely untrue, what he’s said, how you’ve been feeling for a while now. Everything has lost its luster in life, become something meaningless and dull; the promotions, the money, the luxury items, the high status. You’re so tired of being needed, of being threatened, of being envied and hated and being—you. 

Toji watches the fight bleed from you, bit by bit, as his words settle deep inside you. He watches the gears turn in your head, how you go over every moment of your life for the past few years, how its all accumulated to you ready to give up everything and find a bullet through your skull if you no longer had to feel like this anymore. Your gaze travels far away from him before finding his eyes once more, a new kind of look gracing your tired features that he doesn’t think he’s seen before. 

“How are we going to do this?” You ask Toji, shoulders relaxing, arms falling limp as he stills holds your wrists in his grip. He pulls you to his chest, a small smile gracing his face, pulling taut at the scar on his lip. You’re so entranced by how handsome the man looks in the muddy lighting, how his eyes are a lot lighter than you expected, that you can’t prepare yourself for when he knocks his forehead against your own. You’re out cold before you can even hit the ground. 

…

Toji works quickly and efficiently. He pulls out a pocketknife and cuts a long stripe up his palm, grunting a bit under his breath at the sting. He squeezes his hand closed next to your head on the wet ground, spreads and splatters it in a way that he hopes the idiots will fall for. He turns you over until you’re on your stomach, rearranges your limbs to look like you fell from the force of the bullet through your head. 

“You’re gonna hate me for this, sweetheart,” he murmurs under his breath, smearing his bloodied palm in your hair to make the look even more convincing. It helps hide the lack of a hole in your skull with the messiness, and he finishes everything off by tearing your pants a bit, tossing your shoes a few feet away as if kicked off during your supposed flight from him. He stands back and admires the picture he’s created of you, feeling an uneasiness in his gut at the sight. 

To think that these men had tried to kill you, all because of—what? Because you made more than them? Because you were at a higher position? In their description, they said you needed to be knocked down a peg, shown what happens to bitches who don’t know their place. He didn’t give much of a shit at the time; money was money. But to see just how defeated you were, how much those stupid, weak pieces of shit had obviously gotten you to your breaking point, whether they were trying to or not. 

Seeing you in the way they most desired made his stomach turn in a way he’s not sure he’s felt much before. If you asked him to kill them for even a slither of your worth once you woke, he’d do it for barely a fraction of that price. 

After taking the necessary picture of your spread out form, Toji hauls you up before anyone can spot the two of you, although he doubts it with the pouring rain and darkened alley. He hefts you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing, covering your head with your own blazer as he makes the short trek to your place, avoiding as many cameras as possible, chuckling out how drunk you got to those who give him a stare too long. 

He finds your car in the parking lot with ease, one he’s kept track of many times during his stalking. He digs through your purse for your keys, keeping you hefted on his shoulders, humming a little under his breath as he slides you into the two-seater, settling himself behind the wheel. He doesn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’s driven something this nice. God, he's going to love keeping you more than he thought possible. He’s never going to have to work again for the rest of his life if the net worth online about you was true. 

And by the way you would look at him in times of doubt, he’s sure you’re going to love being kept just as much as he’ll love keeping you. His own little cash cow, just as pretty as you could be. 

…

When you wake, you’re in an unfamiliar room, stripped down to a too big shirt you’re pretty sure isn’t yours, your silk pants and suede heels long forgotten. You’re groggy, head pounding as you groan quietly, trying to sit up before the dizziness forces you back down again. 

What the fuck? Where were you? What the fuck happened? 

You blink a few more times, trying to bear the splitting headache behind your eyes, as you slowly work yourself into an upright position. As you look around the room, you try not to let panic set in as everything from before comes flooding back to you. You agreed to live, quintessentially run away with the man whose name you still don’t remember getting, in exchange for him getting access to all of your money. And then he…knocked you out? What the fuck for? 

You can ask him why, as the man strolls through the closed doors, dressed in a tight fitting shirt and loose sweatpants, his feet bare, his hair wet as he rubs a towel through it. He pauses for a moment at the sight of you groggily blinking at him in confusion before he smiles, tiny, nodding his head in your direction. 

“A few things you missed since you’ve been out,” he starts, making his way over to the spacious bed you were laid in. 

“Since you knocked me out.” You spit back, hackles rising like a cornered animal. Toji only rolls his eyes at you, settling across from you on the bed as he tosses the towel to the floor, leaning back on his hand as his head rests on his shoulder. 

“It didn’t kill ya, though, now did it?” He teases with a grin, chuckling a little when you grit your teeth at him. 

“Anyway,” he continues on when you open your mouth to, presumably, cuss him out for the jab. “First of all, I’m Toji, and obviously, I already know who you are.” You throw him a scathing look that he ignores. “But, I had to knock you out so that your dead pictures looked more believable to those idiots. But, I can’t send in the pictures until you’ve drained your bank account, so that’s on our agenda for tomorrow. In the meantime, I helped us to a nice little cottage a couple hours away from where you stayed so that we can lay low until we get the cash and go wherever the hell we want.” 

It’s…a lot, the information, an overload of everything that happened since you’ve been knocked out. How hard had he hit you? Did you ever wake up once in between these longs bouts of him doing whatever the fuck with your body and your money? Did he knock you out again and again until he was ready with his stupidly prepared fucking speech? Would you have permanent fucking damage after this, because the asshole wouldn’t stop? 

That’s probably what he wanted though; you dead quicker than you would think, so he could use you up until he was bored of your presence. You’re ready to pummel him with questions—where exactly are we, how am I going to empty out my accounts without raising too much suspicion, where are we going after this, what am I going to be doing with you in the meantime—but only one thing pops out before you can stop it. 

“I’m not doing anything until we get my cat.” You say simply, arms folded over your chest, the scratchy fabric of the shirt rubbing against your arms. You think its his shirt, that he placed you in it once you arrived, that he must’ve somehow ruined your gucci one from faking your death. Toji only blinks at you, stunned to silence before his eyebrows screw up in both confusion and irritation. 

“Thought you didn’t give a shit about the thing?” He asks, swiping his fringe from his forehead, giving you a peek of the smooth, alabaster skin that still glistened with wet from his shower. You watch a trail trickle down his temple, curving against a sharp jaw that seemed to grind with every passing second. 

“Yeah, but I can't let her starve to death.” You fire back at him, as if it was obvious. “That’s cruel, but I guess you’d understand what cruel means.” Shooting him a glare thats downright nasty, Toji matches your look, settling further on the bed as he cocks his head at you. 

“Oh, I do, huh?” He asks, leaning in entirely too close, but you don’t back down. Match his stare with venom in your eyes, arms folded tight, lips pulled taut as he scans your face with a dizzying slowness that makes you swallow thickly. “Do you want me to show you how cruel I can be, sweetheart? Cause last I checked, I’ve been nothing but nice. Overtly nice, if I do say so myself.” He mutters the last part to himself, gaze casted low as it trails down your body, your naked legs. 

He undressed you, while you were unconscious. Placed you in his clothes, laid you in the bed, and you’re pretty sure even washed your hair from the dampness that sticks to your scalp. Nice would be the best way to describe his actions, if he wasn’t your hitman that you basically bought off to keep from killing you. For him to act like you owe him, is fucking incredulous, makes you burst with an unrestrained laugh as delirium seems to drive your words. 

“Is this what it’s going to be? Threats if I speak back to you?” You reel back in astonishment, feeling something familiar ache in your chest  Memories of men looking down their noses at you every time you do something better than them, show them how much more capable you are than they expect you to be. “Wow, a man in his fucking feelings because I have a mouth thats more for sucking dick. What a fuckin’’ surprise.” 

You spit the words out harshly, expecting Toji to reel away from you, to lash out, to maybe even backhand you for how you speak to him. But the man only sighs at you, as if you’re merely a child thats gotten too mouthy, cranky and petulant. He gazes at you from beneath low lids, eyes dropping from your own to your mouth, how your lipstick has faded from being brushed against his back as he hauled your unconscious body, from lying on the scratchy pillow beneath you. 

“I don’t mind a smart mouth that has multiple uses.” He tells you, his words a husky mutter that makes your insides heat up in ways you don’t want them to for, essentially, your kidnapper.  “Just don’t throw my kindness in my face and shit on it.” 

“Draining my bank accounts for your own gain and keeping me as a—what, pet, is you being kind?” You spit back at him, the fire in your tone dissipating little by little the longer he looks at you like that. He’s too close and he’s too laser focused on your face, your mouth, the vein in your throat that jumps with every swallow. Toji gives you an odd little look as he inches forward, backing you up into the pillows until he’s damn near on top of you. 

“Do you want me to be mean? Is that it?” He asks softly, whisper-quiet, his tone dripping in condescension as he hovers above you without ever touching you, his presence domineering and intimidating. “Do you just want to feel something for the first time in your miserable fucking life?” He spits at you, caging you in on the pillows with both of his fists planted by your head. You’re damn near lying flat on the bed, your heart in your stomach, but you still sneer at him, raising your chin in defiance as you try not to let his words maim you. 

“Fuck you, that was a low blow.” You snap at him, placing your hands on his thick pecs, trying to push him back as much as you can. But he presses against your weight until your wrists buckle ever so slightly, his previous sneer melting into a lazy smirk as he settles his thighs on either side of yours. 

“I could go lower.” Toji says softly, his tone suggesting something much dirtier, his gaze traveling from your lips to the tattered shirt you wear that barely covers the softness of your thighs. You snap at him before he can find something there for consumption, find it hot and wetter than it should be at the moment. 

“Try it.” You say, firmly pushing him once more. This time he moves just the slightest bit, but only because he lets you move him. He grins at you, at the fire in your eyes, the way you try to shift your hips subtly to keep him from knowing what his proximity, his words, do to you. 

“Oh, I like you.” Toji says, more to himself than anything. You try not to gasp at the protrusion from his sweats, how it hangs heavy, skimming your thighs as he watches your expression closely. He’s looking for a reaction, something to tell him you’re the mouse and he’s the cat, that he’s working you up just as much as you are him. But you only shove at his chest once more, scoffing. 

“I bet you do, fuckin’ gold digging whore.” You spit at him, expecting that to be the breaking point, for him to lose his patience and do the worst to you that so many men have dreamed of. But Toji only laughs, low and hearty, as he sits back on his knees, finally giving you the tiniest bit of space. He still cages you in between his thick thighs, doesn’t try to hide the erection tenting his sweats as he lets his head roll to the side, almost bashfully. But nothing about the man, how he subtly flexes his muscles, grins at you with a look dripping in lust, is shy. 

“Yeah, I was gonna offer.” Toji says casually with a shrug, chuckling at the way your eyes damn near bulge from your head, like what he’s saying is a casual thing shared between long time friends. “You’ve done so much for me, sweetheart; paid my debts, got me out of the hole. I figured I could do something even nicer in return than letting you live?” 

Toji drapes himself over you once more, this time pressing his full body weight on you, forcing you to feel just how grateful he is. He’s nestled between your thighs, forcing the shirt up until it pools at the bottom of your stomach, exposing your panties that have gotten stickier with every passing moment. His chest is against yours, his nipples kissing your own through the fabric, his nose skimming the curve of your jaw, your cheek. 

You feel like you’re being entranced by some siren, like a sailor out on the ocean being led to their death by an enticing figure that you know, subconsciously, will be the end of you. Once you do this with him, there’s no going back. Once you agree to this, there will be no deniability about your role in this entire thing, that you’re no longer some victim plagued by the shitty life you had lived for so long and was desperate for an escape. 

“Giving me mediocre dick that I’m inadvertently paying for isn’t all that nice, in my personal experience.” You say instead, trying to still sound as tough, as sharp as you had beforehand, but your words come out breathy, strained. Toji only hums, declawing you moment by moment, as he rests himself atop of you, using his hands to run up and down your sides, his rough fingertips gentle, his palms thick where they cup your hips, your thighs. 

“So you’re not new to this?” He asks instead of something snippy you expected. You can feel the grin pulling at his mouth against your cheek where he nuzzles you, pressing a fluttering little kiss to the heated skin. You pull away from him, trying to sink into the mattress, trying to deny the need and the want burning at the pit of your belly. You press your hands against his chest again, but he’s so close, it only aids you in feeling the hard outline of his pecs. They’re taut but soft, round, his nipples hard and poking at you through the fabric. You want to touch them. 

“That’s not what I meant.” You say instead, digging your nails into his chest, hoping the pain will deter him. But Toji only hisses, rutting his hips against the underside of your belly, the roundness of your mound, a groan slipping from his parted lips. 

“I’m still not hearing a no.” He says softly, turning until his mouth skims yours in not quite a kiss, but you swallow thickly, anyway. 

“You’re not hearing a yes, either.” You say against his mouth, trying to fight the temptation, the pleasure thats on the rise. Toji only laughs at you though, sliding his hands beneath your shirt, brazen enough to cup your tits through your bra, making you gasp at his boldness. 

“Is that it, then?” He asks sharply, touch suddenly turning mean as he squeezes your breasts in his rough hands, making you hiss out in a mix of pain filled pleasure. “You’re the type whose pleasure has to be forced on them so they can turn their brains off, be someone else for a while? That does track.” He chuckles against your mouth, rutting his hips until he’s grinding against you, grinning wide when he feels your hips moving with his in tandem, movements short and hesitant. 

“Fuck you.” You spit, claws inching from his chest into his hair, yanking until he’s exposed to you, your fangs ready to tear into him, into the monster whose stolen you, who tries to make it seem like the pleasure he’s giving you was something you asked for from the beginning. (Didn’t you, though? With that sad look on your face, that hopelessness? The plead to take your life and your money, no gain for you whatsoever? Isn’t this what you wanted all along? To feel alive? To not be so lonely anymore? To be seen and touched, without having to worry about returning to normalcy in the morning?) 

“I’m trying.” Toji chuckles under his breath, finally fitting his mouth to yours at the same moment he rips your bra down from your chest. You gasp against him, back arching into his grip as he palms your breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples between thick fingers, harsh. You hiss into his mouth as he kisses you, all tongue and spit as he swallows every sound you make. His cock twitches against you, leaking through the thin fabric of his sweats, dirties you with his precum that you want to taste. 

“So soft,” Toji whispers as he kisses you, lips smooth yet rough against you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to hear you gasp. “So pliant.” 

He kisses his way down your throat, fitting his mouth against your pulse point, baring his teeth in threat against the thinness of your skin. He could rip your throat out if he so pleased, and you’re not sure if you would put up much of a fight in the end. But he licks at your salty skin instead, pressing sweet kisses that turn bruising with every second that passes on. Your shirt is pulled over your head without much fight, despite your strangled protest as he wrangles you out of your bra, his palms big and scarred, one bandaged that you hadn’t noticed beforehand. 

Toji slides his hands beneath your body, forcing your back into an arch, pushing your breasts in his face. He skims wet lips over your taut nipples, grinning at the shaky inhale you can’t fight down. 

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?” He whispers, fitting his mouth around your breast, hollowing his cheeks as he lathes his tongue against the perkiness of your nipple. You want to bite at him, push him away, tell him that you don’t want this, that you should be dead right now, not enjoying the way he licks at your nipple with long, slow pulls. 

“How long has it been?” Toji asks suddenly, looking up at you from beneath his lashes, keeping you in a deep arch despite the way his uninjured palm slides from underneath you to the panties that cling to your sticky lips. You don’t realize the question isn’t rhetorical until he bites at your nipple, pulling with sharp teeth as you gasp, your chest pressing against his face as you follow his canines. Toji lets go with a grunt, reveling in your hissing little moan, fingers toying with your lips through the thin material. 

“I asked you a question, boss lady.” The words are a jab, just slightly. You force your eyes open, looking down at with him a grit in your lip, hands suddenly pulling at his hair in retaliation. But Toji only soothes your irritation, your meanness, pursing his lips around your nipple as he sucks, tantalizingly so. His fingertips drag up and down your lips, up and down, again and again, his touch featherlight. It makes your hips buck in pleasure, in want, need, as he teases you with a promise of mind numbing pleasure. 

“How long has it been for you?” Toji repeats, fingers pressing just a little harder, enough to split your lips open, enough for him to find your swollen clit. He plays with it through the fabric, his touch light, your nerve endings on fire. Your hips buck without much control over them, your mouth dropping open in a small gasp as you try to wrack your brain for an answer. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as you press his head further into your breast to feel him suck at your nipple once more. “Years. A long time.” 

“Hmm, I can tell,” Toji hums, grinning around your breast when you pull at his hair once more. “You were always in control, weren’t you? Telling them how fast to fuck you, how deep. Always taking your own pleasure.” 

He states his words more than asks you, at the same time his fingers slip beneath the thin material of your panties. He finds your swollen clit with no problem, toying with the fat little thing, his fingers rough, circling it until your hips begin to stutter against his hand. He smiles to himself, switching to your other breast to bite at the fat there, glancing up at your glazed over eyes, how your mouth hangs open with quiet little gasps. You’re close already, he can tell. Have you never even touched yourself in that time without any partners? 

“You’ve never had it forced on you, have you? Never let somebody else take the reins?” Toji whispers, fingers keeping that same rhythm against you, applying more and more pressure as he skims your nipple with his teeth. He gathers your wetness from your pulsating hole, slathering it over your clit, making your hips jerk as you hold onto his shoulders for support. 

“Toji, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, nails digging into his skin, still angry, still confused, still ready to tear into him and let him rip you equally to shreds. He grins, as if he can hear the internal war raging on in your head, fingers pressing against your clit harder with every passing moment. 

“How many times do you think you can cum for me tonight?” He asks when you tip over the precipice of climax, your entire body shuddering as you whimper out a pathetic little sound. His cock twitches heavily at the way your mouth falls open, how your eyebrows screw up. God, you’re such a pretty little thing that he can’t wait to ruin. “How many times do you think I can make you, hm?”

His words turn mean as he keeps rubbing at your clit, despite your climax trying to wash itself over you. Toji doesn’t stop; if anything, he picks up his ministrations, kneeling over you as he uses his bandaged hand to press two thick, mean fingers inside of you. There’s little resistance, but the burning stretch makes your eyes roll back in a mix of emotions too complicated for your fucked out mind to process. 

You cry out, legs kicking at the burly man, trying to push him away by his shoulders as you fight to get away from the pleasure. But Toji only follows you, dipping his head down to nip at your breast, at your quivering bottom lip, at the softness of your belly, your thigh. 

“Stop, its too much. I can’t,” you plead, lower body shaking as you can already feel another orgasm trying to wash over you, strong and overwhelming. But Toji ignores your pleas, ducking down to replace his fingers with his mouth, sucking your swollen clit inside his warm, wet cavern. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, much too loud, wonder if anyone is close enough to save you. Wonder if anyone cares enough to rip you away from the person who made you want to live, just for him to dangle you over the cliff of life and death as he curls too thick fingers inside of you until he presses something soft and sensitive on the first try. 

“I told you, I have to show you just how thankful I am that a precious little thing like you fell right into my lap. Gotta show my gratitude to my new cash cow.” Toji mumbles around you, grinning when you try to kick him, pinning your legs down with his weight. You writhe against the bed, chest heaving as another orgasm wracks your body, this one much too soon and overwhelming. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you gasp out a soundless moan, your nails digging into the sheets as you try to buck your hips to push him away from you. 

“Fuck you, fucking stop!” You cry out shakily, tears lining your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. “I said—” 

“I know what you said.” Toji hums as he cuts you off, fingers still fucking inside of you, the sound of your pleasure wet and loud as it leaks down his palm. “You also said you wanted to die. How could I ever believe anything you have to say after that?” He cocks his head at you, catching your eyes as his tongue rolls from his mouth, licks a long stripe up the swollen nub of your clit, torturous and slow. You whimper, feeling an unfamiliar pressure in your lower belly, your legs trying to twist away from him as he holds eye contact. 

“Please,” you sound so pathetic, can’t think of a time where a man has reduced you to something so weak. But Toji doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t belittle you and the tiny little noises you can’t control. Instead, he has the nerve to look a little struck by your soft sounds, the way your cunt clenches around his digits so tight, he think you’re trying to force him out. 

He doesn’t let up, though. If anything, your pathetic little show has only spurred him on more, makes him wrap his lips around your clit and suck harshly as he bullies a third finger inside of you. Your back arches completely off the bed, your chest painful and tight as you fight to suck in a breath. Two orgasms back to back and he hasn’t let you take a breather once. You’re not sure you can last much longer. You think you may be dying for real this time, as your eyes roll back and your toes curl up and your entire body lets go. 

“Shoulda known you were a squirter,” Toji grins to himself, mean fingers fucking into you harshly as he forces out the spray of liquid from your cunt. He pulls back to watch, getting soaked in the process, his free hand rubbing at your clit quickly to force more pleasure out of you. You think you’ve actually died this time, as your mind goes blank. It feels like your body has begun levitating from the bed, like you’ve ascended somewhere high, as your hips jerk uncontrollably in Toji’s grasp. 

The moment you feel like you’re finally starting to come down, starting to catch a single breath, its punched out of you in a yelp as Toji pushes the fat head of his cock inside of your still spasming cunt. Your hips jerk in surprise at the wider stretch, another squirt of your pleasure being forced out of you, around his cock, splattering against his toned thighs as you force your eyes open. You don’t even remember him releasing his cock, don’t know how he maneuvered himself to still finger fuck you as he pulled himself out, how the transition from three fingers to an even thicker dick was done so quickly. 

“You’re killing me,” you cry out, wrapping your arms around his thick neck as you can only hold on. There are tears streaming from your eyes that you hadn’t even realized were coming out of you, wet sounds emerging from between your conjoined bodies. Toji only laughs at you, loud and hearty, wrapping your trembling thighs around his waist as he presses his weight against you until you’re fully pinned under him. The smacking of his thighs against your ass is a loud, wet echo in the room, the sting of his skin only a dull feeling from how the thickness of his cock curves inside of you. 

“I was always gonna kill you, baby.” Toji grins, pressing his forehead against your own until he catches your eye, your gaze hazy and unfocused. You’re completely fucked out, an empty headed little thing that he’s sure is the prettiest and most alive you’ve looked in a long time. He glances down at where you’re connected, how the fat shaft of his cock forces its way inside of you, finds you still gazing at his face with an air headed look that makes him groan. 

Toji cups his hands around your nape until they lock, forcing your head down so you, too, can watch how he fucks you. How the angry red tip of him drools and leaks inside of your cunt, how the mushroom head splits you apart, how the veiny shaft fills you up, how his soaked pubes kiss your own. His balls get tight at the sight, at how he’s ruining you, the uptight business mogul who didn’t want anything more than to not exist anymore. How you plead for him to go easy on you, how you cling to him, how your eyes get little hearts with every stroke inside of your greedy, wet pussy. 

“Look at how grateful I am. Watch how I fuck you,” Toji whispers, his head pressed to yours, both of your gazes stuck on how he opens you up. It’s a wet, sloppy sound, your conjoined pleasure, your cunt squeezing around him as you near your nth orgasm for the night. “Touch yourself, sweetheart, touch that pretty little clit for me.” He rasps, finds himself nearing his own orgasm much quicker than he’s used to. But you’ve gotta sweet pussy and a fat wallet, and he’s got a lifetime ahead of him to use both as he pleases. 

You do so without much fuss, despite the fact that your clit is almost painfully swollen. Its sensitive to all hell, but you listen to Toji, do as he says as you watch his thick cock split you open with loud, smacking strokes. Your hips twitch from the intensity, from the overstimulation, but you rub at your clit until your body locks up, until you’re coming so hard around his cock that you think you black out for a few seconds. 

When you come to, its with another gasping cry, your head pressed against the pillow as Toji finally let you go. But he jerks his cock off on your clit, his hand soaked from your own cum, uses it as lubrication to get himself off. He watches your fucked out face, his breaths heavy, the scar on his lip twitching as he bites his lip. 

He cums with a grunt, his eyes clenched shut as he grits his teeth, covering your clit and pubes and tummy with thick ropes of white, hot seed. It keeps coming and coming until you’re covered, his thick tip tapping against your clit that makes your hips jolt, a whine forcing its way up your throat from the sensitivity. Toji grinds against you, even after he’s finished coming, keeps prolonging both of your pleasure now, until you’re crying and clawing at him, begging for a break, for you to be able to catch your breath, something. 

Toji finally lets up when another tremble wracks your body for the final time, both of you unsure if you came again, or if your body was just overloaded for the time being. He figures that he’ll let you rest for now, since in a few hours, he’s expecting you to get your ass up and empty that bank account so that you two can fuck off to god knows where. Speaking of bank account…

Toji rolls off of you as he searches for your phone in the purse he had dropped off on the floor once he dumped you in here. He already used your credit card to rent this place for the night, but he didn’t know just how much was in your actual account. He grabs your phone, padding back over to where you’re passed out on the bed, limbs sprawled, wet between the thighs still. He can’t help but chuckle at the sight of you, before he’s opening your phone with your face ID. 

He scrolls for a minute, looking for your banking information. And when he sees just how much you have in your checking and your savings, he thinks he’ll be set for the next five lifetimes. He grins to himself, cock twitching to life once more, thinking, he’ll definitely have to show his gratitude again when you wake up. 

Thank you all so much for reading! kind comments/asks/likes/reblogs are so greatly appreciated! <3

[ornii]

|| My Kind of Crazy: 2 ||

(Sorry for taking so long for Part 2!)

Part 2: Tension (mostly Sexual, Totally diagnosed by a Real licensed Therapist.)

The Squad mount up in the Helicopter and all are strapped down and in, Red Sits between Harley and Boomerang and Flag waits. Someone else finally arrives as well, a woman. Dawning a mask and a mysterious katana.

“You're late. This is Katana. She's got my back. She can cut all of you in half with one sword stroke, just like mowing the lawn. I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims.” He explains, Red Hood eyes the woman, Harley extends her hand.

“Harley Quinn. Nice to meet ya. Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?” She smiled, Katana turned to Flag and sat next to him.

“She seems nice. Harley whispers to Red Hood, who tries to ignore Harley. Harley turns around and looks out the window.

“Ooh. Look at the pretty lights! Are you guys seeing this?” She said, Red Hood decides why not and also looks, it was black clouds, gathering nearby a square and lighting surging through it, this was bad.. very bad.

“What happened?” Deadshot turned to Flag.

“Terror attack. Dirty bombs, bad guys shooting up the place with AKs. You know, usual shit.” He said, but Flint can see though the lie, and they argue.

“Right. Yeah, you're a bad liar. I don't know if they told you, but I'm a hitman. I'm not a fireman. I don't save people.” Flint shrugs and Flag calls him out.

“Anything for a dollar, right?”

“You know the dark places, too. Don't act like you don't.”

“I'm a soldier! And you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts, and it will, you'll cut and run.” Flag glares at Deadshot, Red Hood turned back to his seat. “That isn’t a terrorist attack.. you’re probably a good soldier, terrible liar.”

Bullets tear though their hull, someone down on the ground fires at them, killing the pilot and forcing the helicopter to spiral.

“Six-one is going down. Six-one is going down hard!” The vehicle crashes and begins to flip, Red Grips the seat and holds himself tight. The helicopter finally halts down and the second carrier lands and soldier flood put to assist the living crew. The S.S and Flag somehow survive with minimal damage. Red Dusts himself off and looks around, city’s evacuated. This definitely isn’t a terrorist attack, something much darker is happening.

They begin to walk though the empty street, Red taking long looks around to figure out what’s going on, before he can, he hears shouting from behind. Turning around he gripped his pistols and watched as Katana Held Boomerang by her sword, Slipknot trying to grapple and rappel away. Flag shook his head and tapped the device on his wrist, and Slips head went splat, exploding. His corpse hangs on one of his grappling hooks. A grim reminder of just how quickly his life can end.

“You wanna keep playing the Hollywood Squares version of "I'll Blow Your Fuckin Head Off"?” Flag looks at the other inmates, all silent. “You next, Deadshot?” Flags attention turns to Deadshot, who points at him. “You just threatened me? Oh, yeah. He just threatened me.”

They all continue to walk. Deadshot, Red Hood and Harley in a trio.

“All right, I'm gonna kill him.” Deadshot grumbled.

“Well, you better make it quick 'cause he's gonna kill all of us one by one.” Harley adds in.

“I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady, five or seven of these SEALs. After that, I'm gonna need some help. You down?” He asked, and Red cuts him off. “Ain’t gonna work.”

“Why not?” Deadshot replies, Red Rubs the chin of his mask Coyly. “Well.. if only had to guess, Waller isn’t the type to leave well enough alone. You kill Flag and make a break for it, she’ll probably pop your head before you reach a block. She probably has a detonator too. Watching our every move. Red Hood explained, and Deadshot stopped him from walking further.

“You seem real calm, like you already got a plan..”

“I do.. If the HVT is who I think it is, we just have to bide our time. Keep your head on your shoulders and you’ll be fine. But I can’t say that for everyone.” Red picks up the pace and walks, they cut to another block and down a collapsed street. Flag and his men move forward and take a firing line behind a police vehicle, The Squad post up behind them a few feet back, watching. Flag gives an order and a large portion of soldier split off into the alley nearby, leaving him and a few men.

“Hey. I like these odds, mate. You just say the word.” Boomerang eyes Deadshot

“Yeah, uh... Hold that thought.” Red Walks forward to see what they’re focusing on, using his helmet he activates detective mode, standing against Flags men was a soldier who looked, not human. His body oozing black liquid and his head now nothing but eyes, glaring.

“Hm.. Terrorists, right?” Red sarcastically asked Flag, who didn’t say anything. Deadshot approaches too, looking and whatever this was.

“The hell are they?”

“You cut and run, I'll blow your head off.” With a scream a chunk of the charge at the soldiers and squad and the red hood attacked, his duel pistols tearing through the stone like heads of the former soldiers. A trained soldier by Batman made easy work crushing them.

After pinning one down with a judo throw and planting a slug in their face, Red Looks up to see Flag being dragged off by four of the stone monsters, he aimed his handgun and was cut off by one dropping down onto him, his chest clams against the hard asphalt, before Red can counter, a pair of sneakers was near his face, all he heard was a grunt, swing and stone hitting the ground. He pushed the dead soldier off him to Harley toying with her bat, she turns to Flag.

“Good riddance. Am I right?” She smirks at Red, who shook his head and loaded his pistol.

“He dies, we die!” He screamed, she rolls her eyes and the two storm over, laying fire and death on the stone soldiers. Flag looked up as they help him.

“Thanks—“ He starts

“Go Fuck yourself.” Red walks off, ready to lay more fire down. But he didn’t need to, he and many others watched Deadshot mow down soldier after soldier with pin point precision. Dropping the one at a time until they all lie there full of bullets. Deadshot drops down back to the crew, walking past Flag.

“That's how I cut and run.” Deadshot catches up to Harley and Red, as he leans against a car with his arms folded, watching Harley bash in the skull of whatever these monster soldiers were.

“Having fun?” He asked Sarcastically.

“Yeah.. good stress relief.. you should try it..” Harley smashes another head.

“No im good, trying to not be a full blown psychopath id rather just watch you go crazy.” He replies, Harley stoped mid swing and turned to him with a smile.

“Oh, you don’t want to smash heads in.. but there is something I know you can~” she mocked him, which had a flirtatious tone. She stopped her swinging and approached, leaning into his helmet slightly.

“Let me guess, you wear the mask as some type of symbol against the world that’s wronged you, and you do that… by killing bad guys?” She asked.

“I kill because heroes are too weak willed to put the dogs down.”

“But if you kill like they do, makes you just as bad.” Harley finds the perfect flaw in his logic.

“It makes the world a better place.” He retorts and Harley giggled, “A Sociopath with a Savior Complex, original.”

“I am nothing like any of you..” he thought, Harley can see the gears turning in his head. She smirked, and leaned in past his helmet. “Well.. if you want we can sneak away and you can show me just how different you are—“

“E-E-Excuse me?” He stammered slightly, Harley shrugged. “It seems like you have a lot of repressed sexual tension that you need to release, and I.. also might have ulterior motives but, a wins a win right?” Harley poked his chest, and she bats her psychotic eyes, she’s crazy, his type of crazy.

“Hey. Hey, come on.” Deadshot frowns, Harley moves away from (Y/n), who was trying to play it cool under his helmet. Harley kicks the corpse.

“What? I saw it move. See? It flinched. I think. Red agrees with me, right?” Harley kicks the corpse again, Red looked at the corpse in more detail and saw something that began to set more in motion, a dog tag. He shook his head and Approached Flag. “What are they?” He said, in a slight growl.

“I don't know.”

“Bullshit. We’re shooting soldiers, your soldiers.. aren’t we?” Red said, Flag for in the face of red who wasn’t backing down. And he heard Croc’s growl. Flag backs up and walks, “We got a job to do. We're moving.” Flag walks off and leaves Red to think, He shook off the cobwebs and follows, entering the building Red Made his way to the small desk, and checks the CCTV recordings to see nothing there. Boomerang laughs

“Whoo! Looks like we have a spot of luck, eh? Be a walk in the park. Easy peasy.”

“Stop talking” Red Grumbled, he looked up to the sound of dinging, as Harley takes the one working elevator. “Son of a…” they rush up the stairs, they await at the end for Harley, the door opens to her just fine, with dead stone soldiers at her feet. She smiled, and stepped out without a scratch. They kick open the door to the office and from the ceiling soldiers drop though it, another firefight breaks out, and Red begins to notice a pattern. Specifically flag.

Their focus on him makes this story more and more complicated. As the bullets settle, the group make their way up via a flight of stars, Red followed behind slowly, and Harley looks over the railing her eyes hazy, lost, devoid of love. Red Approached from behind.

“Harley?” He asked confused, she turned and drew her handgun, the magnum aimed right at his head. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t feel fear

“… Have you ever been in love?” She asked, sad, the question actually caught him off guard. Red saw flashes of someone in his life, just for a moment.

“I did.. once, not anymore..I don’t think I can love.” He admits.

“Bullshit.. it, has to still be in there, somewhere. What changed?” And asked, and a single manic laugh ringed in his ear.

“Joker..” he said with such scorn and evil, he gripped his gun. “That’s what changed… I don’t have the innocence to love anymore. Do you?” He walked past Harley.

“I wish I do.” She replies. Red turned around and looked at her, “You really love him.. don’t you? You’re a victim.” He turned back and went up the stairs, with, pity on his heart. They go to a large floor and a door beyond it. Before they can go in, Flag turns to them.

“Wait here, Please. I don’t want to give this dude a heart attack, okay?” Flag walks to the door and with caution, enters.

“Aww he’s embarrassed of us.” Harley jokes, but Red Hood turned to Deadshot.

“Remember when I said about the HVT? You want a chance to escape, it’s through that door.” Red Points to the door, and Deadshot approaches, as if to expect some evil monster, what he got.. was much worse.

[celestiaras]

ft. yu q wilson x gn! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ overstimulating a cute & whiny willy┊0.6k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub wilson┊overstimulation, dumbification, begging, pet names (pretty boy, cutie), implied receiving oral

➤ author's note: subby wilson, subby wilson, subby wilson!!!!!! wilsoneers, come get your food!!!!

you giggled in amusement at how his hips subconsciously jerked into your feather-light touches, so desperate for you to provide some more stimulation to his sensitive cock that’s already released all over your hand more times than he could count. maybe a normal person would have passed out at this point, but being a hitman and a hero, he has a lot more stamina that allows for endless amounts of teasing. besides, he was the one who got himself into this mess, so positive that he could take anything that you would throw in his way, but now he was about to eat his words as he felt his resolve weakening by your hand.

“ah… ahh… p-please…” he threw back his head into the pillow and let out another shaky moan, drool starting to seep out the corner of his mouth. he could feel himself lose all rationality and no longer knew how to think about anything that wasn’t your touch or the insatiable lust for another orgasm.

“please what, pretty boy? use your words and tell me what you want,” you smiled, almost sadistically. he really was a pretty boy though: his blue-purple eyes rolled to the back of his head, his blonde hair sticking to the side of his face from sweat, the flustered red glow that stretched from his ears to the tip of his nose, and of course, his cute cock that blushed the same shade of his face with a mess of cum and lube all over his thighs. “do you… want me to stop?”

“no, no, no, no, no—,” he sounded like he wanted to cry, there was nothing more that wanted than for the blooming pleasure to finally burst, “p-please, let me cum! please, please, let me— mmmm…!!!”

he was caught off mid-sentence when you gently began to massage his cock again, being sure to run your fingers over every sensitive spot that had him gasping, “greedy, greedy, greedy, you’re so whiny! you’ve finished so many times that we’ll probably need to throw out these sheets and buy new ones… you’re so cute! cute boys like you should get to cum however many times they want, right?”

you simply couldn’t wipe the grin off your face when he started rambling, begging, for you to keep jerking him off since his hands were too busy gripping the surrounding fabric to do it himself. he needs it, he needs it so bad, he needs you so bad, he’s pleading and hiccuping your name over and over like you were a deity for him to worship.

he doesn’t shut up until he finally spills over all over your hands, his lips forming a perfect ‘o’ shape as he shudders and sees stars flashing his vision. it was certainly the most intense one yet and you could tell by how he was panting for air afterwards and plopped over in satisfaction, not yet bothered by all of the sticky fluids on his skin that needed cleaning.

you were about to get up and run a bath for him, but he weakly held onto your wrist to stop you in your tracks. “please…” he sounded exhausted but still had a little fire of energy in him that surprised you.

“what, you want more? already? you might want to take a break…”

“no… please let me thank you…”

“oh, is that it? what a sweetheart,” you gushed, gladly indulging him and pushing him back on the bed so that he was pinned down, climbing over him to hover your dripping sex over his eager eyes, “i thought your mouth was going to be too tired after screaming so much, but if you insist~”

[diana-fortyseven]

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[tsukikoayanosuke]

Will You Be Okay in the Next Ten Years? - Ruikasa Week 2004

Day 6: Invention

(Inspired by Katekyo Hitman Reborn but no knowledge of said show is needed)

It was a sunny lunch break when Nene asked the question: “Have you ever wondered about the future?”

Emu, who was lying on her stomach, held her cheeks in her palm and elbow on the floor. Her legs swung back and forth as she asked back,  “Huee? The future?”

“Once we graduate from the academy,” Nene said again. “What do you want do you want to do?”

Tsukasa let out a chuckle. “Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” He struck a pose. “I WILL BE THE WORLD GREATEST HERO!”

“That’ll be so cool!” Emu leaped into a sitting position, eyes gleaming in excitement. “You’ll go in a Gundam and whoosh whoosh BOOM! Save the world!”

Tsukasa laughed loudly. “Exactly! To be heroes and protect everyone’s smile.” He grinned widely at the group surrounding him. “Isn’t that what Wonderland x Showtime does?” Emu followed his cheer while Rui and Nene just smiled. Tsukasa knew they could change the world; he believed in them.

It had been a year since Wonderland x Showtime was formed. All of them are students at Mikudemy Institute, a military academy in this age of advanced technology with giant robots as the main weapon. Both Tsukasa and Emu are pilots while Rui and Nene are scientist/maintenance. They had a bump in their first mission which nearly cost their early disbandment. But they worked it out and became stronger than ever.

“How about we take a peak into the future?” Rui suggested. “I’m also curious about what would happen.”

“You can do that?” Tsukasa asked, already feeling excited.

Rui chuckled. “I’m sure I can manage. Huh… Maybe I can…” He went off into his usual mumble, slipping into his own unique thinking space.

Nene let out an amused sigh. “There he goes again…”

“Let’s leave it to Rui!” Emu cheered.

Tsukasa couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Rui. His brilliant scientist will no doubt impress them once again, no matter how big or small in invention is. Tsukasa couldn’t imagine a world where he and Rui would never be together again, especially after that first fight. They said a lot of hurtful things to each other, but they managed to sort them out. If anything, they became much closer than before and Tsukasa wouldn’t trade it with anything.

*****

“TA-DAA! The Ten-Year Bazooka is done!”

“The what?!”

Rui, as he promised, came back three days later with a giant purple bazooka. They might be in a military school, but Tsukasa was sure that didn’t mean Rui could carry around a weapon without a license. 

“In theory, it can allow you to swap places with your future self,” Rui explained. “Like a time machine, but without the whole ‘two versions of you at the same time’ paradox.”

“Why ten years though?” Nene asked, still in disbelief.

“Well, the world of next week probably won't change that much, so why not far into the future?” Rui said. “And if it works, then maybe we can make a proper time machine.” 

“You haven’t tested it?!” Tsukasa shouted.

“That’s so cool!” Emu cheered. “I want to go! I want to go!”

“Hold on, Emu.” Tsukasa put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from bouncing. “I’ll test it, just to make sure it’s safe.”

“Are you sure?” Rui asked. “The future is unpredictable.”

Tsukasa nodded determined. “I believe in you!” He took a deep breath and stretched his arms, “Hit me!”

Rui gave him a thankful smile and threw the bazooka at him. Almost automatically, it extended its mouth to swallow him whole. Tsukasa could hear a click and pink smoke covered his vision, causing him to cough. When the smoke subsided though, Tsukasa could finally see his surroundings.

He was in a room with white walls, ceiling, and floor. While the floor is clean, except for some trinkets here and there, the walls are covered with papers on every surface he could reach; printed articles with bold headlines, graphs and diagrams some crossed with a red marker, a pinboard with few photographs, sketches of what he could guess a human mecha armor (that Tsukasa remember is currently underdevelopment in his times). He was sitting on a bed whose sheet probably hadn’t been washed for the longest time. Beside it, there was an unrecognizable humming machine beside him and cables seemingly once stuck on something but were forcefully taken off. Beside where his head was supposed to be, there was a single worn-out platypus plushie that suspiciously looked like something Tsukasa sewed back then for Rui’s birthday.

There’s no way this is his room right? If Rui said that the bazooka was supposed to make him swap places with his version of ten years later, does that mean he’s going to be a slob?!

The metal door was suddenly opened, the light from outside hitting Tsukasa right on the eyes, making him cover his face with his hand. There was a breathy “What…” followed by the sound of shattered glass. 

There, standing by the doorway, was a man in their mid-twenties. Unkept purple hair with two cyan streaks tied in a sloppy low ponytail. His wrinkled lab coat hung on his skinny frame. Bags under his no-longer twinkling yellow eyes as if he hadn’t slept for years, but now those same eyes stared at Tsukasa with shock.

“Rui…?”

The man, ten-year-later Rui, crumbled. He sprinted to the bed and pulled Tsukasa into a hug so tight that Tsukasa could feel Rui’s ribcage.

“Tsukasa… Tsakasa…” Rui’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it for a very long time (but why? Rui is always the lovable rambly one), yet filled with heavy emotions. He cradled his head, pressing kisses on his neck that made Tsukasa blush.

“R-Rui…?” Tsukasa tried to shift his position but Rui tightened his hug.

“Please…” he whispered tearfully. He was trembling. “Give me a moment…”

Tsukasa hummed, unable to deny Rui’s request. He brought his hand onto Rui’s hair, caressing him. Rui let out a whimper. Tsukasa didn’t have the heart to pull away.

It took a while but Rui finally let go of his hug. He cupped Tsukasa’s cheeks and Tsukasa could finally see how weary the man in front of him was. Has ten years really taken a toll on him?

“You look so young…” Rui whispered, his thumb caressing his cheeks. “How?”

Tsukasa gulped. “I’m not… I’m not your Tsukasa.”

Rui paused. “Not mine?”

“I’m from ten years ago. You- I mean, my Rui, made a Ten-Year Bazooka just for fun. So, we can, you know, take a glimpse for a few minutes.”

Rui’s eyes widened slightly before they softened. “Are you… Are you close with your Rui?”

“Aren’t we?” Tsukasa asked back, not really grasping between the words. “You’re still in Wonderland x Showtime, aren’t you?” 

Rui didn’t answer but Tsukasa could see a flicker in his eyes. A brief glimpse of melancholy. “What happened?”

Rui let out a huff, the closest thing Tsukasa took as a laugh. “Stuff happened. Your Rui accepted your apology, didn’t he?”

“Yeah… Didn’t you?”

Rui sighed through his nose. He leaned down, pressing his forehead onto Tsukasa’s in the gentlest cradle as if he would shatter. “You can make a different future. A future where everything will be okay. Where you can be safe.”

“But I have you. Why wouldn’t I be safe?”

“I made a stupid mistake.”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Tsukasa reached for Rui’s hand and leaned against his touch. “I’m sure my future self wouldn’t want that either.”

Rui’s eyes teared up from that and he gave a small nod. “He wouldn’t… He never would…” He pulled Tsukasa into another hug and Tsukasa could feel his shoulder getting wet. “I miss you… I promise I will fix this.”

“What happened?” He had to ask the same question, but like before, Rui never answered him instead he shook his head.

“The future is not set in stone. This timeline is nothing you need to worry about. You’re gonna be fine. You have to…”

Tsukasa didn’t have time to question again for his five minutes was almost up. His skin started to turn smokey as he stared at Rui in panic. “What’s happening?”

Rui must’ve felt it too because he pulled back, his eyes tearing up again. “Looks like it’s time for you to go home.”

“What will happen to you?”

Rui quickly grasped his shoulder, grounding him for the last few seconds. “I’ll stay here. I have so much work to do.” He shook him slightly. “Please promise me something.”

Tsukasa nodded. “Anything.”

“I know I can’t stop you from being a hero, but please, stay safe. Trust in others. Let them help you. Despite what you believe, you are not alone. If my feelings stay the same in your time, then come to me, I’ll do anything to help you.”

That was a big request but Tsukasa was never one to deny a promise. “Okay.”

Rui smiled. He leaned down for the last time to kiss him on the forehead. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything… I love you… You’ll always going to be a star…”

Tsukasa puffed into the same pink smoke. When it slowly disappeared, he was back in the past, and the first thing he was the devastated faces of his comrades.

“Guys-”

“TSUKASA!” Emu immediately hugged him so tight that he thought his ribs cracked. She was sobbing loudly. “YOU’RE BACK!”

“Tsukasa, are you alright?!” Nene was never the one to lose his emotions, but Tsukasa could hear the desperate relief in her voice. She went down on her knees and clutched his shoulders.

“I-I’m fine.” Tsukasa returned Emu’s hug gently, causing her to cry even more. “Did you meet my future self?”

Nene froze. “We did…”

“How was he like?” None of them answered. “Guys?”

“You don’t have to worry about it.” Rui crouched down beside him as well and pulled the both of them close and Nene followed in. “I’m glad you’re back…”

They hugged him tight as if they were worried that he would switch places with his future self again. 

Tsukasa would never know about what the rest of Wonderland x Showtime had seen. Rui never told him about the state of his body ten years later: broken beyond repair but someone has been desperate to put him back with machinery. But ever since then, Rui had become more protective of him. Something changed in him.

He might’ve used the bazooka a couple of times after that, trying to look for clues of that bleak future from the news headlines: ‘Five years commemoration of the death of Emu Otori…’, ‘The peace treaty has been broken between Japan…’, ‘The Otori Cooperation will never be the same!’, ‘Scientists suggest of an approaching meteor…’, ‘The search for Pegasus’ body continues...’

Tsukasa could see it in Rui’s eyes: fearful yet determined. The future is not set in stone, so Rui swore they would never get to that future where the scientist Rui cradled what is left of hero Tsukasa in the crater that was his grave.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Climb the Walls

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, cursing, threats, back stabbing, pissed boss bitch Kells, Dom trying to be comforting, teasing, guns, drinking (not Kells), breaking things, insults, mentions of people as objects, trying to save their people, lost boys, hurt/comfort, past abuse, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

“I have no idea what happened! I just went home for the night and when I came back bright and early they were all gone!” The Doctor was shaking where she had sat on their couch since she arrived about an hour before. The moment the couple realized their friend probably wasn't safe they told her to pack her shit and drive over with her wife. Colson was putting her up in the apartment they'd planned to move Dom and Tom into. He owned the top few floors of the Four Seasons so it was a safe house of sorts. She'd been a mess when she arrived with Dorothy in tow, the female Alpha apprehensive and anxious behind her mate. She and Kells had become friends too over the years but an Alpha was an Alpha, even a good one, and none of them liked to ask for help.

The Doc was fighting back tears every time she spoke. She'd come from a bad home like most omegas but had been able to fight her way through medical school and had been part of Col’s family for almost twenty years. She hated that someone found her place of work, they'd been so careful to hide the makeshift hospital. It was their raison d’être to save as many omegas like themselves as possible and to lose even one was a punch to the gut, but ten?

“It's not your fault Doc. You know that. I don't blame you. I'm just glad you fucking texted us and got out.” Colson tried to keep his voice reassuring but he knew he was almost to his limit on stress. He didn't want to cry in front of anyone but he felt his eyes burn when he thought about his people. Because they were that, every person he saved was his. Some moved on to new lives far away but they always knew they could call him. It broke something inside him that anyone would screw with what was his.

“I should have stayed. What if they just went out for food and now they're waiting for me?” She asked but they all knew it wasn't anything so simple.

“I've got the camera feed love, don't worry. If any of them come back I'll know.” Tom soothed as he brought a tray of tea for the room and set it gently on the coffee table. He passed a cup to each of them even if they didn't want it. He knew the fear the other omegas were probably in and it made him sick. He needed to do whatever he could to help. First he served Dorothy and Doc who each asked for something stronger which the photographer happily complied with. He had a small flask of whiskey he passed around, though Dom, Colson, and Mod said no.

The girls were on one sofa while Dominic shared the other with his mate and their roommates. Collette had joined them long enough to hear the news but her and The Doctor had stepped aside and shared hushed words at one point and she'd disappeared after that. Kells had learned not to ask about his mother. “What about the feed? Does it show anything from last night?” The man asked but Mod just shook his head.

“It's been erased, and it's a damn good job. We're working to fix it but it might take time. Sorry boss.” The beta huffed. They were all pissed about the new turn of events.

“Of fucking course. I mean who the hell would do this? What do they want? What's a few mil they might make off them in exchange for me as a fucking enemy because they have to know what's gonna happen now!” Colson hadn't felt so aggressive in a long time. He hadn't realized how much his mate was helping his temper but he could feel it now. The rage inside him made his stomach turn. “This is scorched earth shit. Drawing a fucking line in the sand. No one would stand for this and I won't either. Do they think I've gone soft or something? I'll fucking-” He had to take a breath, the more upset he grew the more the baby threw a fit inside him. “Not fucking now Punk. I'm working. We don't screw with my work.” He grumbled to his stomach but it did about as much good as when someone told him to calm down.

“Col, babies don't listen. They feel what you do. Chill the fuck out before you go into early labor. Doc's orders.” The Doctor huffed and that was like a bucket of ice water on his head. He couldn't handle that on top of everything else. He would not be the reason something happened to his child.

“Babies probably listen but let's be real, this is Col’s kid.” Mod tried to lighten the mood and they all chuckled softly.

“Fairs. Don't even listen to me.” Dom sighed teasingly as he laid his head on the older man's shoulder. He wanted so badly to soothe his child but he knew he wasn't allowed in front of others. He was amazed the guy even referenced the little one or gave them a nickname of sorts.

“That's because you're the bitch. You listen to me. That's how this whole thing works.” Kells explained before a thought struck him. “Are you sure you finished the last asshole off?”

It took the Alpha a moment to process what his mate was asking because the first time it filtered through his ADHD riddled brain it sounded somehow naughty but when he did finally connect the dots he glanced around the room. Two people didn't know who he was. Could he trust them? “Yeah. Believe me luv, he weren't walking outta ‘ere or taking anover breaf. Let alone kidnapping multiple omegas.” When he let his darkness out to play and had time to savor it, he started with the ankle tendons and worked his way up. He nervously played with his hair as he watched the women in the room. They didn't seem to care what they were talking about.

“What about friends? Could he have other people out for revenge? Did you back check the bitch?” Kells wasn't trying to blame his mate but he felt wild with worry and he was terrified it was somehow all his fault.

“I vet them Colson, you know my work better than that. There was no one that cared enough to come after the boy. I think we all know who this probably is.” Tom muttered the last so low that Col barely caught it but he saw the way Mod tapped the other man's leg.

“What? Who? What the fuck are you two not saying? Because believe me, I'll take any answers right now. This won't fucking stand.” His voice broke and his lover held him tighter. He would not fucking break in front of anyone. He was still their leader, pregnant or not, he had to hold it together.

The odd couple shared a few whispered words but finally Tom rolled his eyes and sat forward to meet the other omega's gaze. “Megan. She has to be the one stealing from you. It's the only thing that makes sense. She's been stealing from you and trying to build her own empire for years. She wasn't trying to date you, she wants to replace you. I'm sorry brother but she's trying to destroy all you've built.”

Kells blinked slowly and dropped his palm to his belly protectively. All he built could fall to ruins but he wouldn't give up his mate or child. Not even ‘without a fight’, he just flat out fucking refused. After finding out she hurt him all those years ago he'd already mostly known their friendship had never truly existed but this was on another level. “Guys, she's not smart enough for this shit.” Normally he'd feel bad saying something so catty but it felt true. She was a manipulative bitch but scheming at this level?

“It's not about brains really. Yes, she'd need to hire someone tech savvy to disable the cameras but just to decide to break in somewhere she knows would hurt you most and take the people you save? It's evil but not genius level. Causing someone pain when you know them isn't that hard.” Mod explained softly and it hit Colson like a bullet to the heart. His friend wasn't wrong. Megan had been around since he was a teenager and she'd been part of his inner circle since he came up. She knew all his buttons better than most.

“Bucket?” Dom whispered when he noticed the color of his mate go from rage pink to sickly pale. It frightened him that he couldn't protect his lover from all that pain. He wanted to introduce the bint Alpha to his blades.

“No. I'm good. Not gonna barf. Might shoot someone though. We have to find them, Dom. Some of them are so fucking young. If she sells them-”

“I know. We'll find ‘em. Believe me, I know.” The pleading stare his omega gave him was breaking the boy's heart. It was so strange because he didn't used to believe he even had one but now he knew it was there. It was made up of the man in front of him and their babe and the family they were building together. “I can go looking?” He offered though the thought of leaving them alone made him ache.

“No!”

“Fuck that.”

“No point until we reverse the camera hack.” Colson, Tom, and Mod all spoke at once but at least the beta supplied a reason. The killer just hated sitting around instead of fixing the problem at hand.

“Collette! Couldn't she ask her friend? Maybe the man who Megan thinks is on her side could know something or at least find it out.” Tom offered and Kells shrugged, it was something to do at least. Something to occupy his mind for a moment instead of stressing, though the text to his mother only took a few seconds to send.

“I could kill ‘er. End of. Ain't no more problem wiv ‘er gone.” The Alpha was itching for the chance, he had been since the night he saw her lips lock on his omega's. She deserved to meet his most precious tools. Slowly.

“And then the kids are just gone? Absolutely not. It may not even be her and then you've killed someone for no reason!” The boss knew logically she was already on his lover's list but still a part of his soul begged that she not be that awful. What did that say about his judgment? Could he trust anyone?

“Don't even luv, she been on me list for a long time. I'll give yas tha’ I can't do it now cause she got collateral but she on it. Full stop.” They weren't fighting, not really, but it was hard for the boy. He needed Colson to understand how truly dark she was. He didn't need permission exactly, he'd take out who was needed but he didn't want the man looking at him differently. They'd worked through so much already.

“Mod, call Pete. Tell him to keep an eye out. Ask him if anyone has been hired off the street.” Megan would need extra grunts to pull off something so big, she'd need guards just to keep the omegas in check. He knew most people wouldn't touch the job with a ten foot pole but if she found guys who weren't working for anyone yet they might fold. A lot of people needed money. A good portion of them were already on his payroll, even if just as dealers, but there was always a chance.

“Good thinking. But boss, you know there's a chance she's saying it's for you and getting away with it. No one below our pay grade- not even Pete knows what we actually do. They wouldn't know that's your hospital. If she said this was your stolen shipment and you were just getting them back…” The beta trailed off. It was sneaky but again, not out of the realm of possibility for her to think up.

The man cursed and nodded, a lot of the fight going out of him in a long sigh. “Call him. If she said it was for me he might be so desperate he would do it for her himself. He knows he fucked up last time. Shit!” The teacup he'd been trying to sip went flying across the room to shatter against the wall. He had been doing good controlling his anger but this was too much. At least he hadn't hit anyone. Yet. He hoped the go between would check in with him first but he knew how manipulative Megan could be. There was a chance if he had helped though that Pete would know exactly where everyone was. “Give it.” He snapped when he heard the ringing start.

Dom watched as his mate took the phone from Mod and tried to stand up to pace. He gave his man a gentle push so Col wouldn't feel self conscious and got a playful knee slap in return. “Fuck off.” The omega huffed to him and he stuck his tongue out. He didn't mean to make Kells feel like he couldn't do it, he was just used to helping by now. The other started moving, walking from one side of the room to the other. It didn't take long before an answer came but it was obviously long enough for him to crack. “You fucking asshole! How bad do you want on my shit list?”

Pete was silent on the other end of the line before clearing his throat. “H-hey boss! What's up?”

“What's up? What's up? Oh I dunno. Did you help jack some omegas from a hospital last night?” He tried so hard to stay level and he probably should have asked a different way. Now he couldn't work up to his questioning and he didn't know how to progress if the fucker-

“For you! She said it was for you. Why aren't you happy dude? We got them back!” The other man's voice was tiny on the phone but obviously terrified. Good.

“Oh, it was for me? Was I fucking there? Did I ask you? If you did it for me, why don't I have them?” He tried not to shout, every time he did the baby kicked something else he really needed. “You're all idiots.”

“She said it was a gift boss! Maybe it's a surprise and she's selling them to give you the cash?” Colson clenched his fists so hard he thought he heard something in the phone crack and he vowed mentally to get his friend a new one. He had to be honest, if this conversation kept up how it was he knew it was going across the room with the teacup.

“I don't want that. Listen to me dumbass, I did not ask for this. You and your boys better find them ALL before tomorrow or I'm coming down there.” There, that was calm enough. “I should rip your dick off and feed it to you if you think with it so god damn hard.” Oops. He couldn't say it wasn't for him, he couldn't give away that he lost control of his people, but he knew it was already implied and it scared him. He didn't know how to keep control of everyone and it put him on edge.

“Y-yes Sir. Soon as I can. I mean she had us hand them off to other guys but I'll try-”

“Find them or I'll let my pet psycho off his leash and he'll turn all you bitches into a new batch of omegas.” He didn't mean it of course, it wasn't like they'd be omegas worth saving or selling for that matter. But if Dom wanted revenge…

“What's that even supposed to mean?” Pete asked.

“Believe me, you don't want to find out. Tick fucking tock. Keep me updated.” He hung up by smashing the phone into the wall before walking over to his safe calmly and opening it, taking out a small box, and walking over to hand his best friend a new phone.

“Thanks. You did good Cols. I think you should go rest while you can. No offense but you look like shit.” Mod explained softly and Col nodded. He couldn't even talk anymore he just passed by his lover and grabbed him by the hand to pull him along. He didn't stop until they reached their room and he gently pushed his Alpha to sit. He didn't know whether to crawl into his lap and cry, sleep, or fuck.

“Do you fink he'll be okay?” Dom asked softly. He'd been trying so hard to be a rock for his partner but that small worry slipped out. There had been something special about the boy he saved and he didn't want to see him lost. Not after all he'd already been through.

Kells hurt in his heart as he took a seat next to Dom. He laid down and curled in the boy's lap, soothed when fingers teased through his hair. He craved the other's touch over everything. “I don't know. I'm worried too. If the men they got to were buyers I don't know how we get them back but we will. This is my job baby, trust me.” It didn't even bother him that Dom had taken a liking to the young kid. He was normally selfish with his lover but he could tell it was more of a big brother situation and he'd honestly grown to like the other omega too. “We should have brought him here.” He didn't mean to say it aloud but it just fell from his mouth. He was too overwhelmed for a filter.

“Wouldn't ask ya tha’. We can find a safe place for ‘em. I trust ya Cols, swear. I know you'll save ‘em all. But you do need rest.” Dom soothed back. He couldn't ask for them to take the boy in, it'd be mental. He didn't even know the kid's name yet because he'd been mute since being rescued from his home. They'd get them all back and find a new safe space and he'd take care of Megan before their child was born. Everything would be okay because it had to be. The world owed them both after the way they grew up. “You jus’ rest. I'll watch over yas.” He hummed, one hand petting through his mate's hair and the other over his belly.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Sorry for the plot dump but we're heading to the end. Don't worry, there's already plans for a part two. I like these boys too much. There should be a little more smut mixed in but it's story time. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

[ticklishraspberries]

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barry is a t.v. show on max that i think is one of the greatest shows ever made, and not just because i have a huge crush on bill hader who writes, directs, produces, and stars in it. it's a dark comedy about a hitman who hates his job and wants to become an actor instead. there's a great gay couple (i will not lie and say they have a happy story though) and one of the best written female characters ever imo. it's a star-studded cast, 4 seasons, but the episodes are only 20-30 mins so it goes by fast. if you don't mind violence, this is genuinely a 10/10 piece of media for me.

death note is my favorite anime of all time, one of my top fav shows, and i have a manga panel from it tattooed on me. it's a masterpiece that mixes supernatural horror, crime-solving detective drama, insane homoeroticism, and existential/moral dilemma. it's not very long and people say it gets bad after a certain episode and i genuinely wish all those people a very get well soon because are you kidding me??? i think it's a great intro to anime.

saltburn was such a good fucking movie and i know you've probably seen the memes and everyone talking, but i genuinely loved this movie and would love to write a felix/oliver fic lol. it's pretty disturbing and has a lot of things that the average viewer would be freaked out by, but i am genuinely not that shocked/grossed out by most things in media so i just love this movie, i gave it 5/5 on letterboxd and so did my partner.

the great is a show on hulu that is a historical comedy (that is self-admittedly not historically accurate, so if that would annoy you, this one's not for you!!) about catherine the great, empress of russia, and it is genuinely one of my favorite shows ever. it's got incredible female characters, some pretty good queer rep, doesn't use the time period/country as an excuse to not have representation. it is so funny, heart-breaking, sexy, and just so goddamn good. it did unfortunately get cancelled after season 3 but i think they knew it would be cancelled and left it off in a decent place (from the spoilers i know at least, i'm still watching). there is a lot of vulgar content (sex, sexual humor, gross humor, swearing) so if that's not your vibe, don't even bother, lol, but if you like enemies-to-lovers, period dramas, or watching elle fanning act like a fucking psychopath, plz watch and then talk to me about headcanons.

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RainCode Drabble (With the Flip of a Coin)

So... this one has an abrupt end. I could not figure out for the life of me how to end this but this had made it’s way into my head so I had to write it down. As ya’ll have probably gathered, this game has become the new fixation for me. Enjoy!

Halara knows the moment it happens.

They’d honestly been expecting it much sooner, but of course this is the one time the Chief decides to be stubborn, decides he’d rather fight that much longer. So Halara helps him, free of charge. They don’t want him to go before the boys return.

Despite their efforts, however; they can pinpoint the exact moment that plan fails. Still, they keep pressing on the man’s chest. They should stop. There’s no point anymore.

But Fubuki and Desuhiko are barely keeping calm now, their feelings radiating off them in waves. Neither are making any attempts to hide it. Fubuki’s guilt is drawn like a map on her face, a map that Halara could easily follow each thought to their proper conclusion. The heiress has always been unbearably honest, but now there’s not even the pretense of ignorance for her to hide behind.

Desuhiko, similarly, holds nothing back. He paces and fidgets with his hands, his leg bouncing when he does finally stand still. Always moving, constantly shooting the two bodies in the corner an impatient glance.

So Halara keeps doing compressions.

“Halara, I would like to be of assistance. Do you require a break?”

Fubuki’s wavering, soft voice breaks through the near silence. Halara doesn’t stop even as they observe the girl’s clenched hands as they shake. They see it. Fubuki feels useless. She wants to help. To do something. Halara can at least respect that. However, the moment Halara cedes control is the moment everyone else learns the truth. They’ll find out eventually, of that there is no doubt, but Halara feels the need to postpone that discovery just a bit longer, until the team is all back together again.

“I hate wasting time. I have it.”

Fubuki’s shoulders droop further. “Oh. Right.” She believes so easily the partial lie that slips off Halara’s tongue, is crushed at being rendered ineffective and unnecessary once again.

“Don’t worry, Princess. If anyone can keep up the pace it’s them.” Desuhiko offers his best attempt at a smile and thumbs up, and if it was any other time Halara would have scoffed at his weak poker face and misguided trust. Now isn’t the time though, so they let it slide.

The steady rhythm of the compressions helps to keep them busy but doesn’t stop them from making note of the corpse’s condition. Skin as pale as paper, the warmth already having faded considerably. If left alone it wouldn’t take long for rigor mortis to set in. There’s really nothing left of the Chief in this husk. Halara can’t quite nail down the emotion this observation evokes.

Then finally, after what feels like an eternity, Halara is allowed to stop.

Yuma and Vivia return, and with them comes the truth. Fubuki shoots straight into denial, already moving to use her Forte before Desuhiko stops her. After all, rewinding time won’t help them, and will just put the Chief back into the pain of a slow death.

Vivia turns to leave, not before Halara catches the look on his face. It’s dark and heavy, even if his tone had reflected none of it.

Then there’s Yuma who doesn’t look surprised at the news, just tired and lost as his friends grieve around him.

All Halara can do is take a breath and try to push them forward for now.

It’s not until they’re all back at the office that the rest of the truth comes out. All of it. How Chief Yakou had murdered Huesca, how he’d used each of them and their abilities to pull it off without their knowledge. How he’d hired a hitman to cover up the fact that he was dying from the toxic gas protecting the doctor.

The stoic Master Detective listens to the chaos unfolding around them, brought forth mainly from Fubuki and Desuhiko while Halara stares at the Chief’s vacant desk. They didn’t trust people. They just didn’t, hadn’t since they were a child. Halara certainly hadn’t truly trusted the Chief. Yet, they’d never suspected he’d been capable of something like this. Maybe that was what stung the most. That Halara, who prided themselves on their skeptical nature along with their deductive and observational skills, hadn’t seen this coming.

Yes. That must be it. Obviously.

“Stupid Chief. Thinking he had to do this alone… That he couldn’t talk to us…” Desuhiko mutters to himself, smaller frame shaking as he glares at the ground.

Fubuki is still in shock, no doubt horrified by the realization that Chief Yakou had died every time they’d turned back time during their break in of Huesca’s office. Her skin is pale, and her body stiff. She hasn’t stopped crying.

Halara wonders if this is the first time any of them have dealt with betrayal to this scale, with the feeling of being used. They’d give the man this, he’d had more spine than they’d originally thought.

Hands gripping at their jacket sleeves, Halara tries to sort through their thoughts while they can. There will be no rest once they contact the WDO and report all this after all.

[sassycheesecake]

Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia fic ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 “What I Am”

~ Before Officer Sawamura arrives at the scene ~

“Would it kill that old geezer to let me have a fucking break for at least 24 hours? No of course not, ‘(Y/N) do this, (Y/N) kill that person’. I am overdue for a fucking vacation.“ You mimic Manjiro’s voice, you mutter angrily while assembling your sniper rifle together.

It’s pitch-black outside and the cold wind of Natori blowing in your face on the roof of the high apartment building that you are currently located at, makes you shiver. The only noises are the distant sound of mild traffic and the clicking noises of the connecting parts of your rifle.

Right across from the building that you are on, your target, a man in his mid-forties, has not been paying back his debt for two months now. The waiting is getting on Manjiro’s last nerves, which is where you are playing your part.

As the new hitman or actually hitwoman of Manjiro, it’s your job to eliminate the targets he sends you, no matter who or what time it is.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, meaning you rather slept than killed the next victim, Kyōtani gave you a surprise visit. And a not so friendly one at that.

You may be a woman but the yakuza doesn’t care about gender. Meaning, you will get the treatment like everybody else who disobeyed orders from the boss.

Luckily for you though, Manjiro has a small liking towards you, even though you’ve only been working for him for about 3 months now.

After the previous hitman Yahaba got shot down by the police, Manjiro needed a new puppet.

Before you became a part of the yakuza, you were a local weapon safety instructor for a small gun range. One day, someone tried to rob your store while it was just you and two guys about your age. One of them had milk chocolate colored fluffy hair, along with beautiful hazelnut-colored eyes, that shined with mischief and arrogance. The other one had dark, spiked-up hair and when you had a peek into his eyes, it was like staring into a dark mysterious forest. Both men had a tall and muscular stature and were competing with their shooting and it certainly didn’t look like they did that for the first time.

The way the green-eyed guy was always hitting bullseye was kind of hot to be honest.

The two of them were just practicing their shots when all of sudden someone slammed the front door open from the gun range and was armed with a gun. It was a younger guy, perhaps in his early twenties, with dark blue hair and uneven bangs. He was almost shaking with fear when he was holding a small gun in his hand. Before anyone could react though, you always have your rifle underneath the desk for safety reasons and it just took one second for you to get a clean shot right through his heart. It was like your brain automated its action by itself.

Your customers didn’t even flinch or look disgusted by the dead body that was now pooling blood on the gray carpet in the entrance hall.

The steam of your rifle was visible to the eye and the two men just looked at each other with undefined looks. The one with the dark brown spiky hair stepped over the body and turned the corpse on its back with his boot.

“Goshiki.“ He says without looking up at his friend.

“Well. At least that’s one problem less on our list.“ The other one replies with a click on his tongue.

Both of them turn to look at each other and then turn back to you.

Their dangerous glints in their eyes are making you uncomfortable and you try to reach again for your rifle, only to stop in your tracks after hearing their words.

“Say pretty girl… you’re an amazing shot. Probably better than Iwa-chan right here.“

“Screw you, Shitty-kawa.“ The dark brunette snarls at him.

Ignoring his friend‘s words, he continues to stare at you with a flirty smile.

“So listen. Here’s the deal. That kid you just killed is one of our rival‘s gang members. Since you basically saved our lives and took away some of our work, I want to make you a deal.“

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but listen to what he is offering.

“Go on.“

“Technically we can’t let you stay alive. Yannow, the whole ‘no witnesses’ and shit. Soooo. Since I am so generous and a great handsome looking guy who has a weakness for beautiful ladies who can handle guns really well-“

“Stop beating around the bush and just get out with it!” The guy named ‘Iwa-chan’ yells at him.

“As I was saying. We could use a new member of our ‘family’. Our recent sniper was shot down by those cop pigs and our boss has been dying to find someone new to take care of people that piss him off. So what do you say? You get to live and work for us and we spare your life.”

After hearing his words, you begin to think. On one hand, you have nothing to lose and you cherish your life. On the other hand, as soon as you join them, you will be constantly on the run, no more living your normal life in safety and comfort.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the less friendly brunette slowly reach for his gun in his holster, in case you decide not to join them and to stick with the ‘no witnesses’.

Taking a deep breath in, you look at them with a serious look.

“Fine. I’ll join.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

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Custom Toonami Block Week 162 Rundown

Spy X Family: It’s the start of a new arc and it’s kind of a breath of fresh air to get to see Yor’s job for a change with her weird flower garden handler dude. She’s actually assigned guard duty for once instead of murder like idk I’d think if you’re a hitman organization you’d have separate people for guarding and murder because there’s a lot of intricacies that make those jobs very different if you’re a specialist but I guess having Yor fucking murder someone on a cruise ship would be kind of a downer. But yeah Yor has to protect the wife and kid of a murdered mob boss from the current head of the mob that wants to extinguish any threat to his leadership which it’s been a while but I think this may be the plot to Katekiyo Hitman Reborn. By a stupid fucking coincidence Anya finds a lotto game and gets stupidly lucky finding the only way a telepath could possibly cheat a drawing lots and wins a ticket on the exact same cruise. I guess it makes more sense than Yor’s assassin organization being like ‘oh yeah bring the family, let them watch you break someone’s spine for a mob boss’ but it’s still a ridiculous coincidence. Meanwhile Yor’s debating giving up the murder lifestyle now that she doesn’t have to take care of Yuri anymore and has a financially stable domestic life where she could probably just be a legitimate clerk and be fine. It’s kind of weird because Yor never seems to have a problem with murdering people or ever question if the people they send her after deserve it at all but she kinda just wants out because it’s… unsightly? Like she has no qualms about devaluing human life for an organization that’s almost certainly a partisan interest group and convincing herself she’s only killing bad people even though the likelihood of her committing a murder a week since she was 14 and every single one being 100% deserving of death is next to impossible but her qualm is that she just doesn’t need to anymore and she can pretend she’s not freakshow strong and be a normie, idk maybe she DOES feel bad about it but they sure don’t present it that way. Either way they make it onto the ship and shenanigans ensue, they actually do a pretty good job of humanizing the mob wife and illustrating the quiet sadness she has about trying to protect the only family she has left and being ridiculously powerless to do anything about her situation and confiding in Yor while they kinda bond over mom stuff, it’s good shit. It’s short-lived however as we get the reveal that the guy who’s after them has bugs everywhere and has just picked up Yor and her conversation that confirms the baby’s named after one of the previous family members, giving away their location.

Inuyasha: So this one’s another filler episode of little consequence about Rin questioning her place in a world of humans while being more comfortable around demons. This makes sense considering the demons she’s mostly around are Jaken, Sesshomaru and A-Un and the humans she most deeply remembers are the bandits that… WAIT A MINUTE! This episode claims bandits raided her village and killed her, but that was KOGA! Are we whitewashing Koga’s crimes now that he’s a main cast member? I mean I guess she did also see her parents being killed by bandits before that but given a demon was the one that actually physically killed her you’d think that’d kinda balance out the ‘demons good, humans bad’ scale to a more neutral place. Either way the reason this episode is a little more interesting is because of its effect on the end of the series and Yashahime since Sesshomaru does get it in his head that Rin shouldn’t be with him if she doesn’t want to be and gives her the choice to follow him ‘if she wants’ at the end of the episode and at the end of the series makes her go live with humans a while to give it a try despite her saying in this episode she’ll never live with humans again. I know Sesshomaru gets a lot of shit for how he handles things with Rin and just how weird it is that he’s known her since she was little and still fucks her but there’s also like a 150 year age gap between Inuyasha and Kagome no one talks about and not saying it’s not weird but if you absolutely HAVE to do a plot like this I think Sesshomaru does everything he can to get around the grooming allegations and give Rin an idea of what life is like without him, not necessarily saying that’s even a possibility when the idolation is that strong but an attempt was made. Kinda jumping all over here but I also like the humans that try to convince Rin to come back, like I like when the side characters of the week are a random duo/troupe of monks that just have normal spiritual powers and can do shit, I think it’s kinda cool to see someone besides the main cast on the level of being able to take out mid-tier demons. Also Jaken talks about how Rin will most likely be dead before Sesshomaru can form an empire because it’ll take hundreds of years but also like… is that even something Sesshomaru wants? He seems to just be fucking around at this point, like Jaken’s right about Sesshomaru wanting personal power initially with the Tessaiga and ultimately attaining it with the Bakusaiga but he does not seem like the kind of guy that could be assed to actually command an empire, I think Jaken’s just projecting a glorious goal onto his master here, like maybe at one point Sesshomaru’s like ‘yeah it’d be cool to be a king I guess’ and then forgot about it like a hundred years ago and Jaken’s just carrying around that idea this whole time idk. Also this is a New Moon episode for some reason, like only to keep Inuyasha out of a fight with the monks and to stop him from jumping out when Sesshomaru clashes with the monks and mucking up his deliberate decision not to kill them like it’s a really weird choice to throw a new moon episode in here of all places. But yeah, kind of a bog-standard filler episode about Rin re-affirming her devotion to Sesshomaru but watching it again knowing how the rest of the series goes is kind of interesting.

Yu Yu Hakusho: This one wisely has more focus than the past few and hones in on just Kurama’s fight with Shigure. Kurama decides that he’s tired of his Yugioh two souls in one body deal and decides only one fox spirit alter ego is coming out of this fight alive or zero are. He calls his mom before the fight who tells him the cherry blossom tree in front of their house is blooming and hope he’ll be home to see it soon. It’s really funny that the Demon World Tournament has like these big mushroom biome arenas and yet they still start them in these tiny world tournament stage deals for no reason, like leaving them doesn’t matter and they always get blown up in the first attack so like what’s the point. Shigure gets to show off some more high-octane moves than the one second fight he and Hiei had and it’s pretty cool but Kurama spends the whole fight wishy-washy about not wanting to let Yoko out despite basically fully mastering and integrating him in the previous two arcs so it’s kind of a dumb fight of Kurama holding himself back for no reason. Still apparently he planted seeds on this exact spot thousands of years ago so now he can use Wood Style and does a clever move to disarm Shigure who’s just like ‘I’m not turning into a fucking jobber for these main cast pricks’ and jumps off a fucking cliff after complimenting Kurama’s flowers which look just like the cherry blossoms his mom was talking about which is a nice touch, a win for his human side and all that. But at the end of the fight Kurama still tells Yomi he’s not forsaking Yoko entirely and it’s just like… THEN WHY DID WE JUST DO THAT!? YOU ALMOST DIED! They kinda go back and forth a lot with Kurama about whether Yoko is a part of himself he can accept and change or a crutch he has to learn to live without and it’s kind of wishy-washy and this episode certainly doesn’t clear things up.

Jujutsu Kaisen: We’re finally back in the present and we have a nice cooldown episode to get re-acquainted with our technically main characters. It’s a nice little fluff slice of life deal to ease us in because I hear the Shibuya arc is rough. Nobara runs into a girl that had a crush on Yuji in middle school and helps her figure out if she has a shot now that she has marketable moe anime looks. It’s really kinda funny for how much the series sells the main trio as good friends that she has to call up Megumi even to check out if Yuji has a girlfriend, like you’d think that’d come up with all the time they all spend together. Though at the same time I also love their dynamic because it’s just like 100% platonic ballbusting all the time and they make it very clear there’s no cheap love triangles around here. We also get Yuji just kinda being a doll because he recognizes the girl right away and it able to see to a person’s core despite any physical changes. The girl even gets her own little mini character development by saying the reason she liked Yuji was because he liked her first and her most important criteria is finding someone that wanted her which is like really fair bro, sometimes the most attractive thing a person can be is receptive and passionate. But she also recognizes that she only has the confidence to pursue him now because she has the physical attractiveness that everyone derided her for not having before so it’s a complex little chestnut about our relationship to our appearances and how that relates to confidence versus unfair beauty standards and it’s kinda neat because it also doesn’t really come down on one side or the other, it’s just teen angst which sometimes is what happens. The rest of the episode is trying to track down the mole in one of the schools (is it just me or is that a thing in a lot of shonen lately? I know MHA had a big arc about it too). And yeah no surprise it’s Mechamaru who’s feeding info to Mahito and Geto in exchange for Mahito fixing his body but they’re all just kind of sick of each others’ shit too (I really don’t remember the reason I think just cause they’re evil) and immediately start fighting once he’s fixed. Though it’s revealed he’s been working on a SECRET GUNDAM and it uses all the time he spent as a glass bones and paper skin guy as fuel for huge attacks which is pretty cool if terribly unsustainable. Like I’ve seen enough shonen fights to know the guy that does the ‘I can only use this attack X number of times and it kill me’ is definitely going to be using all of those attacks or dying or some shit. Best case scenario he’s able to blow up the Gundam and get word to Gojo about the whole Shibuya thing and enter Cursed Witness Protection Plan Special Puppets Unit but I don’t think he’s gonna make it out of here alive considering he’s going up against the two main villains using his literal life force as fuel, prolly gonna have a death fight but get enough energy out to get a message out with his dying breath or something.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: It’s kind of a round-up episode where the pieces of Ramona’s investigation get together. Though first we get a really adorable montage of Gorideon Groose and Lucas just kinda chilling out and when Julie comes back and shouts that it’s only been ninety fucking minutes I laughed so hard like I’m kinda glad they play that gag twice because it’s the perfect amount of time like it’s not absurdly short to assume they did all that video gaming and halfpipe building and sbit but it’s still way less time than all that should’ve taken it’s like a perfectly paced moment of comedy. Julie essentially clear Gideon by giving his backstory and saying he’s basically a NEET now though he himself confirms he is still planning something after she leaves but is still kind of a NEET. Ramona finally sees the weird robot that’s been running around and it’s… a vegan robot? Like aren’t all robots vegan unless you’re actively programming them to eat and feeding them meat? Like I guess that’s the joke but it’s like… really? But yeah she meets up with Scott’s friends to give her big Sherlock speech about how she was cucking both Twins at once which is like idk if I can call them ‘crimes’ exactly but the evidence that Ramona was a fucking weird manipulative person just keeps piling up and I get the feeling in the original series this was supposed to be Scott confronting her sins and flaws and loving her anyway but her it just seems like she’s confessing and giving a general idea that she’s changed but not nearly enough evidence to suggest she actually has given for how much time she’s known Scott I get the feeling she’s kinda more in love with mystery sleuthing than him at this point but okay. But yeah they also mention that the word doc for Young Neil’s script of the original series/movie written by the Vegan Robot was dated for the future, somewhere around Today Times I think and then Scott just kinda appears outside the door and says he’s the one behind all this and I’m assuming he means Future Scott which if this turns out to be Eighth Evil Ex Evil Future Scott Pilgrim I’d kinda appreciate that twist, like give us an idea that this idyllic romance may not always work out but there’s still hope for it in this timeline or something.

Ranking of Kings: We get Snake Guy’s backstory about how he wasn’t as strong as the other Big Four guys and he went to Despa to get trained which is why he was able to give Bojji the go-ahead to train there as well which is a neat little touch and we do get to see how a more standard training arc under Despa would go as he gets Snake Guy into his natural fighting style and weapon and he does eventually reach the heights of the others. The other short is about Daida trying to get the Big Four to get along because they’re unnaturally petty towards each other after beating Bosse and it just kinda comes out of nowhere because they weren’t like that before. Kirito sets them up with a guy who’s really good at arm wrestling despite them all being stronger than him and he kicks their asses but they’re able to unite their techniques and pool what they learned about arm wrestling from their matches to beat him which is cool, nice subversion of the ‘strong guys are just good at every physical activity’. Kirito mentions that they only seem to get along when they have a common enemy which just kinda seems petty idk, feels like they should get over that and it was a flaw invented just to make the episode work.

Vinland Saga: Thorfinn and Einar are working their field and come to the conclusion that they need a horse, but since they’re slaves and everyone hates their guts, no one will lend them a horse except this old man who strings them along with general chores for a while but eventually they do get a horse and get their field up and running which is nice. They find out the old guy is actually the dad of the farm owner and he insists on still working, presumably because he initially started the farm and is shown to place a lot of value on working to earn food (also he mentions he’s Norse idk if that’s relevant later or not) and it’s actually kind of a cool character study that he’s kinda really grateful to Thorfinn and Einar for their help because it allows him to still stay independent despite the farm owner always asking him to come home and stop working. Also he’s the same old guy we saw Snake mooching off of for his intro episode and they’re surprisingly close in the bickering old family members kind of way and Snake hangs out to make sure he doesn’t push himself too hard. They have a brief discussion of the fallacy of hording wealth and then spending it to protect it and Snake gently alludes to the idea of wanting to hire Thorfinn as a guard. Still they both treat the pair of slaves as equals and the two go home with Thorfinn getting another point added to his ‘understanding basic human shit’ skill sheet and their farm keeps progressing nicely.

[maroonghoul]

Horror Movies I watched: September 2023

Final bunch until I start my real big annual marathon! Here we go!

Night of the Demon (1957) So this is where the plots we've seen popularized in ones the Wicker Man and Drag Me to Hell came from. Personally, I prefer those, but probably because they were made in a time audiences could handle the leading man losing. Most of this movie is this smug know-it-all jackass mocking people for their religious beliefs pretty much. I'll admit, his final gambit to switch the curse back onto the main villain was a maneuver that would make Columbo proud. Though I still don't know what Karswell's whole plan outside of his demon hitman was.

Speaking of which, as iconic as that design is, it hasn't aged too well. The far away shot is the stiffest puppet ever seen, and even the closeup shot is...honestly, adorable. The most effective shot of it is near the end when it's tearing apart it's last victim. The claws not withstanding, it's head is in darkness with it's eyes glowing and you actually see the tearing even from a distance.

Though that was probably the key to it being one of the more effective horror films of the decade. Most times, the monster has to die or reveal to be secretly good. This is a demon, with no good bone in it's body, and it "gets away". Sure, the only real punishment it could've gotten is being chased away by a priest or an angel or such, but even that doesn't happen here. The devil is real. Demons are real. We might've escaped them this time. But by our own wit, not God's. If He is even real.

Side note, if I knew there was a Halloween party in this, I would've waited. Eh, close enough.

Christine (1983) It's surreal watching this after Halloween Ends. Sure, I think I've seen reviews saying that movie felt more like a remake of this movie plotwise. But now I see what they mean. Granted, the themes were handled with a bit more nuance in that film. I don't know; it's weird seeing a sequel to John Carpenter's most famous movie is used as a "backdoor remake" for one of his lesser known ones. It's at least a more interesting idea to handle a Halloween movie then a lot of the previous ones.

As for this movie; I never liked the 1950s. Even before and without knowing the awful political, racist, sexist shite that happened during it, I thought the aesthetics associated with it (cars, fashion, music, attitude, etc.) were the ugliest of any decade in the 20th century. Good ole days, my ass! The amount of similarities and homages to it in the 1980s were strikes against that decade too for me, in a weird guilt-by-association way. So it's oddly comforting that during a time where people, all the way up to the white house, were thinking "boy, don't you wish we could go back to such a time?", Both Carpenter and Stephen King made works that were responses in the fashion of "No! What are you, crazy?!"

But yeah, this does feel to me one of Carpenter's lesser efforts, not surprising since he practically saw it as a work for hire. It's a pretty typical King story, given a Carpenter coat of paint. I wonder if King gave him shit for being the second director of one of his adaptations that didn't redeem it's main character at the end. You wouldn't think the directors of book adaptations would make them more cynical then the produced-for-less-people source material.

Relic (2020) This film needs to be studied. by film scholars and then by students in film schools. It established a threat, a horror, that is unique to this movie, but you can follow what it's supposed to symbolize, and get a good handle on what it's doing in-universe to the grandmother. All without a single line of dialogue of exposition!

I really am so tired of films expecting to explain every weird thing in it, that I'm starting to love it whenever one just trusts you enough to get it and not raise arms about the small details that don't actually make or break a story. This is why the past few years have been seen as a golden age of the genre. It trusts us.

Another sidebar. Houses that turn into a magical maze that keeps you trapped might be one of my new fascinations. Simple, but super effective. I've seen it before in Grave Encounters, I heard it's in House of Leaves, which is on my reading list. It doesn't scare me, but I find oddly captivating. Got to try and figure out why.

Crawl (2019) If I covered Alligator, I'm going to have to cover this one. Though there's not much to say. A half hour of building mystery and tension, then once the gators literally explode onto screen, it's about surviving them and surviving them only and then credits. Not sure those many regular gators would have that strong a hankering for human flesh but whatever. Credit where credit's due, this movie made me jump the most out of any in recent memory. So it pretty much succeeded in it's main mission. Also, happy the dog made it, but it must've been miserable being wet for like 90% of the shoot.

Swallow (2019) Well this is new; body horror being the lesser of two evils. Hell of a pro choice message; "I'd literally feel safer putting anything else in my body". Many uncomfortable moments throughout, not all of them involving what she put in her mouth (though that freaking push pin!). Honestly, it's great to see a movie commits to that even the most egregious of supposed attention-seeking self harm is a symptom of a much larger problem. And that a film can be feminist and violent while actually looking pretty feminine. Though you probably all know that. We've all seen Barbie at this point.

I'm also watching Hot Fuzz. I'm not going to count it but I am watching Shaun of the Dead next month so I might mention it there.

Next month is the big one. Wish me luck and stay safe!

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hi! Hope you're having a great new year!

I've been wondering lately what Team S' breaking point would be. What would they do when they reach their breaking point. Would they kill someone or kidnap their darling? Or just do something drastic in general.

I think Sonics breaking point would be his darling escaping over and over again (after already being kidnapped). Though I'd say the most he'd do in that situation is just chain his darling to the bed by their ankle. He'd probably still have it long enough for you to walk around the house but short enough that you can't get close to the front door. I can imagine him checking and rechecking every window to make sure that they're still locked (he padlocked them) and to make sure they haven't been tampered with. He'd feel absolutely terrible that things lead to this but he believes it's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, okay? But you could get hurt out there! What if Eggman saw you and decided to roboticize you?! I can't allow that."

Shadow might snap because his darling gets badly hurt by a hitman. It's not life-threatening but still pretty bad (for example, being shot in the arm). He'd probably go mental and beat the ever-loving hell out of them before demanding them to say who assigned them the job. He'd probably circle the Moon and back if it meant finding this person. Unfortunately for his darling, they'd most likely never be allowed to go outside again unless he was around (assuming it was outside, plus you'd have to try and convince him for days to just go out for a while).

"You do remember the last time you went out, right? ....................fine.. I need to get something from the store anyways. Do not leave my side or this'll be the last time you go out. "

Since Sliver is clingy and obsessive, I'd say his breaking point would be his darling giving him the cold shoulder for weeks on end. It's one thing for his darling to be somewhere else for a few weeks, but the fact that you're right there and not giving him any attention would drive him insane. This is especially if you won't even look at him much less talk to him. He's absolutely heartbroken and he's convinced you hate him because of something he did. He would try everything he could just to get a reaction from you, poking, tickling, hugging, hell he'd probably cling onto to your leg until you say something or get him off somehow. He wouldn't do much but eventually he might snap and shake you a bit with his telekinesis out of pain and frustration. He'd immediately put you down once he sees that panicked look on your face and apologises about a thousand times. Out of guilt he might leave you alone for the rest of the day, he's hardly able to look you in the eyes without feeling bad.

"Please look at me, y/n. What ever I did wrong I know I can fix it! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, okay? Please....just love me again."

Let me know what you think! :)

🔮~ anon

Hello! I'm having a decent new year so far & I hope you're having a great new year dear!

I barely know what to say or write or even add to this masterpiece that you've sent.

I've always viewed Sonic as, though a reasonable individual, is quick to act on impulse & my brain reasons that his breaking point would be from his paranoia that builds up. What if you get hurt? What if Eggman kidnaps you? What if you end up being used against him? Or worse, robotized!? He can't have that, no! No! No! I've stated in a earlier post that because of Sonic's impulsiveness, Sonic wouldn't really consider how you might feel (at the moment) & is quick to panic when you panic.

I see your Shadow's breaking point being y/n getting severely hurt, & I raise you, y/n nearly getting killed. Both scenarios perfectly showcase his protectiveness & how far he takes it (y'know, kidnapping & all) but I feel like you nearly dying would just cause something in him to snap, something telling him he can't fully trust the world now. Shadow would also willingly get whatever you need if asked, craving a certain food/dish? He out & about in the nearest market getting the food/ingredients. Need more clothes to wear? He'll look at your article of clothes & check the sizes before heading out. Need some sunlight? Either you let him go with you or you can take some vitamin D pills to assist.

I don't have much to say about Silver because your part on him is beyond spot on. Though I will say I like that you put that he might use his telekinesis on us when frustrated & clearly not thinking straight &, though knowing it was unintentional, he'd beat himself up for it. When you do see him again, he just has the saddest kicked puppy eyes you'd ever seen that would make you feel absolutely shitty. I feel like he'd unintentional gaslight you which would just lead to you giving him all of your attention which he is more than happy to receive.