#it’s a group of like. 30 with an infamous handful

[ohnococo]

Fight Night | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader

“You know why you’re here. You can take it or leave it.” His hand pushes its way higher up between your thighs until his fingers meet your panties, rubbing against your pussy as he squeezes your flesh. His smile at having confirmed you were just as wet as he knew you were is absolutely wicked and your pussy is practically fluttering with the way he looks at you. He dips his head even lower to graze his teeth along your neck, hot breath followed by an even hotter tongue licking a playful path. “You seem like you can take it, though.”

You weren't familiar with Infamous MMA Fighter Ryomen 'The King' Sukuna when he entered the club, but he certainly wants to become familiar with you.

Warnings: public sex, slight exhibitionism, size difference bordering on size kink, Sukuna has a monster hog that's pierced, fingering, creampie, rough sex, reader doesn't realize there's a voyeur present.

Notes: Based off of the AU in this post.

Only an hour and a half into your night and things had already gotten interesting.

You’re among the many heads stretched and straining to see what the hell the commotion was about, or rather who it’s about. The staff cutting back and forth through the crowd had only been noticed by a few. The dozen people walking in at once had garnered a bit more attention. Then, the absolutely massive guy that followed them, moving into the centre of the entourage, gathered even more attention. You don’t even know who he is, but the most annoying guys in your immediate vicinity all seem like they’ve just seen God himself enter the club, shouting to each other about him winning something big, followed by drunken recountings of what was apparently a fight. He’s flanked by a sizeable group of men and if he weren’t fucking huge you’d assume most of the entourage were bodyguards from the way they part the crowd to allow him through unhindered. With the way people nearest to them were pointing and smiling he was apparently recognizable to enough people here. You weren’t among those people, but your interest was piqued nonetheless.

You can hardly see him at this distance, but you reckon he must be over 6’5” with the way he’s head and shoulders above everyone. You can’t quite discern his features but he looks like he’s scanning the crowd, only pausing for a moment to lean down before he makes his way to his own area, accompanied by his own small crowd. The glass balustrades allow you to watch him as he goes past the bouncer unquestioned and up the stairs to the VIP section. Even when he’s out of view the feel of the room has shifted entirely, mark effectively left on the place.

Your eyes had been so intent on him you hadn’t noticed the person who’d broken off from his entourage until they’re in front of you and waving a hand at you before leaning in to shout and be heard over the music.

“Do you party?”

What the fuck did they think you were doing? Dress held onto your body by a hope and a prayer, eyes glassy, pupils blown, and this stranger was being coy? Maybe you would be too.

“Maybe. Who’s asking?” They were too young for you, having that awkward ‘are they 19 or 30’ appearance. They were too small too, but you’d seen them trailing along behind the big guy with their fuck ass bob and knew exactly who it really was asking from the way they were looking at you like another errand.

They point up to the balcony, speaking with a reverence coated in the assumption that you’d be impressed, “The King.”

“Who?”

“You’re joking?” They look offended, like they might rescind the offer that hadn’t yet been made, but you knew it wasn’t their choice to come over here, it was this King’s.

You shrug. “I don’t watch boxing.”

“He’s not a boxer.” They spit out the word, boxer, like it had been an insult. “He’s the reigning heavyweight champion of JFC.”

Your laugh at the name has them dumbfounded, explaining even though you couldn’t look more unphased by his apparent celebrity.

“Jujutsu Fighting Championship?” They say it like it explains everything. Like it meant anything more than anyone else’s accolade’s in terms of you having a good night.

“Does this King have a real name? Or just a pretend one?”

“Ryomen Sukuna, and he’d like to invite you up to the VIP lounge. Do you want to go or not?”

You did. You knew you didn’t get up there without spending an exorbitant amount on bottle service, and having the additional funds to beat out anyone else looking to enjoy its amenities. Besides, you knew you weren’t going to turn down free drinks and maybe a story for tomorrow. So you put on a coy smile, indicating that you’d play nice for the opportunity.

“Sure.”

The way they take off, cutting through the crowd at a brisk pace, keeps you on your toes as you try to follow along, pushing against people as you do - some dancing, some looking up at the balcony above and hoping for another peek at the man you were just about to meet.

Once you’re in front of the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs, your temporary escort is annoyed at having to give their name, huffing out a curt “Uraume.” as the man slowly looks through his clipboard, stepping aside once satisfied.

You’re just as quick to keep up when going up the stairs too, trying to look casual as you finally enter the VIP lounge, scanning the room as though your attention wouldn’t automatically be brought to the giant man seated near the wall. Uraume gives a nod to the man, and you’re surprised to see he returns it with a friendly smile, though any trace of warmth is soon gone as they then settle into a corner and The King turns his attention to you as you approach.

Looking at him up close it’s obvious he’s a fighter, you don’t know how you hadn’t immediately guessed it even from seeing him across the club even before people around you started mentioning fights and belts and such. Besides him being built, he has dyed hair that’s a faded colour usually seen among those showy men you meet around Vegas, uniquely employed enough to opt for bolder styles yet dedicated enough to training to let it fade ever so slightly. Nevermind the prominent tattoos on his face, neck, and disappearing down beneath his shirt. Eccentric appearance and fucking huge typically meant one thing around here: fighter. Or wannabe fighter, usually, but with the handles of liquor and nervous energy of the staff that had been rushing around since he’d arrived you knew for sure he wasn’t just some wannabe. From the look of his entourage he might not be just a fighter either.

Well, at least he was handsome.

The only seat available is right next to the man himself. He’s cross legged with his arm draped over the back of the leather couch - over the space you were presumably going to be sitting in. You imagine him instructing his goons to leave it free and feel slightly flattered, not too flattered though as you’re sure it’s a regular occurrence given his apparent popularity.

“Aw, no one wanted to sit next to you?” You give him a teasing pout and he laughs, loud and booming and rich, and you feel everyone around you relax collectively. He liked you up close too, and the feeling was mutual as he pats his lap.

“You can sit here if you prefer.”

Cheeky, you want to get a feel for him first though, so you sit next to him instead. “Buy me a drink first.”

He gestures to the table in front of you, littered with bottles. You look over them, considering your choice carefully. When he puts a hand on your upper thigh and leans into you, brushing his nose against your neck and bypassing any pretence of what he’d invited you up here for, you decide your tastes are a little more expensive. At least when it comes to playing with him.

“No Dom Perignon?”

The way his hand squeezes your thigh has you wondering if he was mad that you were taking advantage. The hungry look he flashes when he leans back to look you up and down lets you know he didn’t care as long as you both got something out of tonight. He glances over to a man who had been standing in wait for his every word, and he skitters off to make it happen.

You feign having only a passing interest in him while you wait, looking at him with brows raised, appraising him as he must have done to you when he’d entered the club. “So you’re supposed to be famous, right?”

Famous, you say it with a slight dry singsong that indicates as dazzling of an occurrence as meeting a celebrity might be, you weren’t quite so dazzled. He raises a brow in amusement, still rubbing at your thigh in a heavy reminder that you both knew why he’d called you up.

“Not famous enough, apparently.” He doesn’t seem nearly as perturbed by your ignorance of him as his small companion had. In fact, it doesn’t seem to phase him at all.

“So are you good at fighting?”

He makes no attempt to stop his cocky grin, and a predatory look flashes in his eyes as he seems to reflect on his own skill. “Yes.”

The staff sent off earlier returns with a bottle and glass, making a show of presenting it to you before opening it. As he does, Ryomen puts a finger on your chin, turning your attention back to him.

“I fought tonight, actually.”

“Oh?” As soon as his hand is off your face and back on your thigh, you turn back to the man pouring your drink, reaching out to accept the glass before he rests the bottle in a bucket of ice and returns to his spot near enough to be at Sukuna’s call.

“I put a man in the hospital.”

You sit back, taking a sip of the champagne as he puts his heavy arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. You take in his expression carefully. Wasn’t that the point of fighting? You deduce that maybe he’d gone a bit further than was typical from the way he looks at you though. There was a sense of pride in the way he’d said it, a sense of satisfaction, even as the smallest flash of his narrowing eyes hinted at it being a warning.

“Does that scare you?” He looks as though he might just love it if the answer were yes.

You cross one leg over the other, trapping his large hand between your thighs, as you finish your drink in one long sip. Maybe it was a waste, but it wasn’t your money. “Should it?”

He dips his head low until your faces are close, and the size difference is enough that it’s as if he’s closing you off from the room as he does it, giving you a false sense of privacy as his lips meet yours. You’re surprised at the pacing of his kiss. It’s far from gentle, but slow, languid, and even if you weren’t ready for it to deepen you’d have had no chance of denying his tongue entry as he pushes it into your mouth. Happily, you match his intensity, opening yourself to him as he explores your mouth. His teeth catch at your bottom lip, nipping hard enough to keep you from getting too lost in the feel of his lips on yours, even as the tinge of pain has your pussy clenching.

When the arm draped around your shoulders slides further round so he can shove his hand into your top you arch into him, thighs squeezing his right hand tighter as he slides the heavy fingers of his left across your nipple playfully. You’re snapped back to reality only slightly when you feel the empty glass being pulled from your hand, glancing to the side even as you keep kissing him to see one of his entourage setting it down on the table in front of you before taking a place standing against the wall, staring out and over the balcony at the crowd below as if there were truly nothing to see here.

Sukuna rolls your nipple between two of his thick fingers, pulling your full attention back onto him. You bring your now freed hand to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair as you tilt your head back and lean further into his touch. Between the tightness of the fabric across your chest and the sheer size of his hands, he’s quickly tired of being so restricted in touching you, pulling his hand out and tugging the top of your dress down to free your breasts as he resumes his teasing. You pull back, having to turn your head away entirely to stop the chase of his lips as you pull your dress back up.

“Whoa-“ you haven’t even moved your hand from your chest before his much larger hand is covering yours, squeezing tightly but not moving to expose you again. There’s a slight warning in his touch, even if he’s smiling at you, bemused by your sudden modesty even as he broadcast to you clear as day that this was precisely what he’d had you brought up here for.

“You’re cute.” The way he says it doesn’t quite feel like a compliment, it feels more like he’s calling you a brat with a bow on it. The fact that it only makes you wetter isn’t lost on you though. “Don’t play with me too much, though.”

He’s moving the ball into your court, making sure you know that you weren’t up here just to get drunk and look pretty. He watches as you consider how much you want to do in front of these people, how much you want to show, and sighs, growing bored already. You asserted a boundary, so he’d assert his in no uncertain terms. Whether that was acceptable was up to you.

“You know why you’re here. You can take it or leave it.” His hand pushes its way higher up between your thighs until his fingers meet your panties, rubbing against your pussy as he squeezes your flesh. His smile at having confirmed you were just as wet as he knew you were is absolutely wicked and your pussy is practically fluttering with the way he looks at you. He dips his head even lower to graze his teeth along your neck, hot breath followed by an even hotter tongue licking a playful path. “You seem like you can take it, though.”

The shiver that runs through you as he uncrosses your legs with one hand and pulls your panties to the side with his thumb has him chuckling against your neck while he begins sucking marks into the sensitive skin. His fingers are as rough as you’d guessed as he slides them through your wetness and your eyes shut as you melt into his touch. He’s skilled, teasing you enough to have you angling your hips up for more, pushing one of his thick fingers in just before you’re lost in the sensation enough to whine for it. Once you clench around it he wastes no time, adding a second before digging deep and sliding calloused fingertips over the spot that has you tugging at his hair.

Suddenly, his fingers withdraw, and he pulls your legs open wide, laying one over his lap to give him better access to you. Your eyes snap open as the momentary loss of contact brings you back to your senses enough to remember you were surrounded by a dozen strangers. You tense and snap your legs back shut, and Sukuna sighs again.

“They don’t care what we do.”

Still, having your pussy spread wide in the direct line of sight of strangers was just crossing the line tonight, so you pull away from him slightly and glance around the room to reaffirm your boundary.

He looks you up and down, and for a moment you think he might actually send you away to finish the night with the masses, wetness still smeared along your thighs. It was clear he could have someone more willing up here in a heartbeat. Instead, his lips curl into a smile, and it both unsettles you and makes your pussy clench.

“Go dance.” His eyes hadn’t left yours as he said it, but it was clear it was an order to everyone but you despite the fact that he hadn’t said it to anyone in particular. The crowd in the room moves at once - getting up, grabbing drinks as they go, and leaving the two of you alone. Your eyes are still locked on his, held captive by the intensity of his gaze, heart beating faster and faster as people filter past and down the stairs.

“Better?”

In lieu of an answer you slide your panties partially off, leaving them bunched around one ankle as you climb onto his lap, straddling him. He slides his hands up your thighs and cups your ass, letting his fingers sink into your flesh before deciding he’d have your tits out just as he’d wanted earlier. He tugs your dress down enough to give him the view he’d wanted, then pushes your dress up from the bottom as well to give him better access and you let him do as he pleases at both ends, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and kissing along his tattooed jaw. You settle yourself down onto his lap, starting to grind against him to get an idea of just how big his cock is, but he’s insistent on having his hand between the two of you, sliding his fingers back inside for you to ride them instead.

His thick knuckles catch at your entrance in a way that has your wetness leaking all the faster as the fucks them up into you, and once you’re grinding down to meet his movements he moves his other hand to the back of your head, keeping your lips pressed firmly against his. When his thumb starts stroking at your clit and you moan into his mouth he takes it as his cue to push a third finger into you, pace picking up as his fingers curl just right to add to the sensations he was pulling from you. They’re pushing so deep and fast that it almost distracts from the stretch as he spreads them each time he’s as deep as he can get. As the coil in you tightens, you try to break your endless kiss to warn him you’re close but find you’re held firmly in place. Not that it mattered how much of a mess you made of his lap at this point.

You’re so wet you know his pants must already be absolutely ruined, and as his tongue tangles with yours you realise that you still haven’t gotten a chance to sneak a feel at his cock, thanks to his hand between the two of you. You want to see it, feel it before you cum on it, taste it even, as you become keenly aware of how desperate you are to have it in your mouth. It’s as if his attitude had made you want to match his cockiness, it had made you competitive, and you want to knock him down a peg with your tongue, your mouth, your throat.

As you try again to pull away you have to dig your nails into his shoulders to stop him from kissing you, he was large enough, and hungry enough, that you couldn’t evade him otherwise. When you lock eyes he looks annoyed, tired of any further delays.

“Get your cock out.”

Your words have his eyes sparkling, and he flashes you another wicked grin that only makes you absolutely desperate to feel him in your throat.

He pulls his fingers from you and slides you down just enough to sit atop his knees as he makes quick work of both button and zip with one hand as the other hand stays tightly gripping your ass to hold you in place. He pulls his cock out from where it rests hard and heavy across his hip within his pants, stroking it with an iron grip as he looks into your eyes, gaze nearly as intimidating as the thing in front of you as he revels in your reaction at seeing its size.

It is, to your awe and slight horror, perfectly proportional to the rest of his massive frame. Thick, heavy, with a fat head almost flushed red and veins rippling along the girthy shaft. The steel beads of the piercings trailing down underneath his length glimmer in the dim lighting of the room and add an extra amount of flair and fright to the honest to god mean appearance of such an intimidating cock. He squeezes at the base and when he releases it it flops back against his stomach, unable to stand with all of its weight. As much as your mouth is watering, you know your limits. Gone are your hopes of taking it to the base, watching him marvel at disappearing into your throat - and sucking on the head while you jerk him off wasn’t exactly what you’d pictured.

“Too much for you?”

The words, filled with mockery, pull your gaze back up to his, and he looks so very smug when you let out a less-than-confident, “No.”

“Well?” He wasn’t going to let that weak answer stand, pressing at you and enjoying the falter in your face from just how greedily you’d asked him to get it out just a moment ago.

“I just don’t know if I can suck that.”

Your honesty delights him, and his cock jumps slightly as he tenses from laughter. “I’m not asking you to. I didn’t stretch that cunt open for nothing.”

He pulls you closer with the hand gripping your ass, and slides three fingers back inside you unceremoniously. They had indeed gone in with much more ease than they had several minutes ago, and he begins pumping them inside you again. With the way he was stirring you up you know the noises would have been absolutely obscene if not for the music, not that you would have cared what people hear at this point.

You really had wanted to show off for him, slurping, gagging, taking him to the base and looking up at him with tear streaked eyes. But he was a fucking monster and you’d just have to accept that loss, something relatively easy to do as his fingers are right back to stirring you up. Those thoughts of knocking him down a peg with your head game are long gone as you rock into his fingers, meeting his palm for some needed friction, and just when you get it he pulls his fingers out and rubs your slick along his shaft.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if you were some servant, pulling your attention from his cock alone to his face as he gives you an order with a bemused expression. “Sit on it.”

With your pussy desperate to be full again, you’re in no position to delay the inevitable any longer, bracing yourself for your cunt to take what you weren’t sure your mouth could. He takes you licking your lips and rising higher onto your knees as accepting his order and spits on his hand, rubbing it over his cock to join the wetness that was already coating it. A few minutes ago you’d have questioned if that was necessary with how wet he’d gotten you. At this point you’d take what you can get, not that anything could stop you now.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you forward and up until he can line the head of his cock up with your entrance. The thick head swirling through your wetness for only a moment is the last warning before he’s sinking you down onto him. He turns his attention to your chest as he does, sucking a nipple between his lips, latching onto as much of your breast as he can suck into his large mouth. He stops only once, half way, pumping up and into you a few times, helping coax your wetness down his shaft, before he’s pulling you down onto him completely, groaning once you’ve taken it all.

He releases your breast, tugging on your nipple with his teeth as he does, and that pain almost eclipses the absolute stretch of having him in your guts. It’s as if the wind has been knocked out of you, and you let out a few gasps as you try to clench and adjust to him. He chuckles, and the feel of his cock throbbing inside of you as he does has your thighs jumping, fingers digging into his pecs as you rock your hips slowly. His hand falls between the two of you, palm pressing at your abdomen, thumb swiping at your clit, coaxing you back into yourself.

“C'mon, where's all that fire now?”

’Just a second,’ you think, ’just give me one fucking second.’ You don’t say that, though, you can’t. Instead you let out the tiniest little stutter, a noise you’d have been mortified at if your brain weren’t so focused on the feel of being so completely stuffed full.

“Aw,” you open your eyes at this and see Sukuna donning a pout not unlike the one you’d given him upon entering meeting him, “didn’t think I’d break you before I’d even fucked you properly.”

Between his words and his thumb swiping insistently at your clit, something clicks and you bring your knees up, planting your heels on the couch for purchase as you start slowly moving up his length before seating yourself back down. You clench around him as you rise, letting out moans once you settle back on him and he wraps a hand around your jaw, pulling your face close to kiss you as you ride him.

“Mmm, there you go,” he nips at your lower lip before releasing your face to lean back, fully relaxed against the couch below as his thumb continues to lazily swipe at your clit.

He watches you moan, and tense, and struggle to ride to the very tip of his length before coming back down and rocking your hips. You feel him making his cock twitch inside of you when you stop riding, baring his teeth in a wicked smile at the moan it elicits from you. It’s not easy work to ride him, and he knows it. Even just being on his lap, he’s too big to ride with your knees comfortable on the couch. Nevermind adding the considerable length you have to work your way up without coming down too fast or hard.

Still, you give it your all, thighs shaking both exertion and the intensity of having him so deep. Your hands dig into his pecs as you watch him taking you in, eyes burning, biting at his own lip in what you think might be an attempt to stifle his own deep moans as you find your footing and begin riding him in earnest. His eyes flick down to your tits, watching them bounce, pushed together by the positioning of your arms and he begins rocking his hips up every so often. It’s just enough to have your tits bouncing harder, just enough to throw you off too - pussy quaking every time his hips snap up into yours with no warning. He watches your face again, laughing as frustration builds at him throwing off your pace even as he helps to build the pressure in your core.

You let loose a groan between your huffs and sighs of pleasure and dig your nails into his pecs, earning a thrust from below hard enough to send you toppling forward into his grasp. He holds you firmly in place, biting and sucking at the tits now in his face before he’s releasing them in lieu of pulling your mouth down onto his by the back of your neck. He matches the pace you’d set earlier, letting you rock your hips into his movements and think, just for a moment, that you still had some semblance of control.

“Cute…” he almost growls it into your mouth, and his lips curling into a smile against yours is the closest you get to a warning as he thrusts up into you at a pace too punishing for you to even begin to match.

You feel like a rag doll as he holds you chest to chest with him, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you down and onto him. He’s fucking you hard enough you swear you can feel him in your chest, and his heavy balls slap at your ass with the speed and strength of his hips snapping against yours.

“Fuck…” it’s the most intelligible thing you can say at this point, and that has his cock throbbing inside of you as he bares his teeth at you in another of those wicked grins that have your stomach and pussy tightening in unison. All you can do is hold on to him, hands clutching to fistfuls of the fabric of his shirt as he uses your body, the fast approach of your orgasm seemingly incidental as he chases his own high.

He lets loose a noise just short of a roar as he fucks you so hard you begin to understand why he’d asked if you were scared of him earlier. Your brain feels like it’s threatening to break with the feel of him and the way the girth of him presses and slides against every inch of your pussy is the only thing anchoring you to your body. As he begins pumping you full of cum the slowing of his thrusts gives your cunt something to cling to once the pressure within you reaches a fever pitch and you cum, tensing, clawing at his chest as you resume riding him weakly for a just a moment through the rest of your orgasm.

He gives you a moment, as he takes his, enjoying fucking his cum up into you until you’re squirming. When you push at him he lifts you off of him, sliding you back onto the couch, and you’re far too spent to even worry about the cum dripping out of you and onto the likely expensive leather below. You catch your breath, body buzzing and barely aware of the man next to you idly waving his hand at the corner of the room as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

As someone emerges from the dark of the corner of the room you snap your legs shut and pull your dress in place, realising in horror that not everyone had been dismissed earlier. The very person who had annoyedly guided you here earlier then heads to the stairs, presumably to retrieve the rest of the entourage.

Sukuna leans forward, pulling the previously forgotten champagne from its resting place, filling your glass before bringing the bottle to his lips as he settles back into his seat. While you’re processing what the other person in the room had seen, sheepishly pulling your panties back up, he’s already past it, ready to continue his night as people filter back in, equally unphased.

“Drink up, the night’s still young.”

Through the embarrassment of having cum leaking out of you in a room full of strangers is a small excitement building, and you’re more pleased than you’d like to admit that you were apparently invited along to whatever this man had in mind for tonight.

CHAPTER 2

[risuola]

RUTHLESS LOVER — F. READER x FUSHIGURO TOJI

Karma is a bitch. That's what they say and yours will be spectacular for the stunt you pulled off. Was it wise to get in the way of the most dangerous contract killer there is? No. Will Toji get his revenge on you? Most likely.

cw: smut, age gap (Toji is about 30 years old, reader is in her twenties), both reader and Toji are contract killers, tiny bit angsty if you squint, violence and blood mentioned, physical abuse on the reader is described briefly (Toji’s angry, okay?), death threats, lovers to enemies and back to lovers kinda situation, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), pet names, reader discretion is advised — 4k words

PROMPTS: 59. Karma is a bitch. 66. I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Let’s go home. 71. Drop the attitude.

a/n: this piece was requested; I had so much fun writing it! it's long, as usual, because I just love to have some plot in here, hope you don't mind it. enjoy! : D

Being a part of a world of contract killers is something you inherited from your clan. You were given no choice, but to train your strength and skill, build endurance and get rid of most of the human emotions only to become effective as paid murderer. At first, the thought terrified you, even though you were exposed to blood and death from the age as young as five, but seeing it and being responsible for it are two different things. Taking someone’s life was something you couldn’t imagine yourself doing, but you had to – with shaking hands, you shot a man in the head, missing with the first bullet and wasting another one. You were only fourteen, but your hands already were stained red.

Almost a decade later, death doesn’t phase you anymore. Pushing through the trauma, you became one of the very best in the area, almost hundred percent effective, quick and efficient, and what comes with that, very highly demanded and paid. When you turned eighteen, you left your clan and not knowing what to do with your life further, you sticked to one thing you were good at – killing, and you worked on your own from that time on.

"Shit," you mutter under your breath, pressing your back against the cold, rough wall. Your fingers grip the gun tightly and you quickly try to think of a way out. This was supposed to be one of those missions that you were most likely going to fail, and you didn't care as long as you got out alive.

"You were so brave back then and now you're hiding?" male voice bounces off the empty corners of the mansion, echoing in such a way that you're not sure where it's coming from. You can't hear his footsteps, but you know he's on the move. "That's disappointing, are you that frightened?"

"Why would I be frightened, huh?" you ask, checking the nearest hallway and making your way through it, slowly and quietly, careful not to make any unnecessary noise.

Situations like this are usually a complication – when two assassins are assigned the same target by two unrelated parties, it often makes things more difficult, but you're used to dealing with that. You're just faster, better at your job, and you can easily take down a grown man in a hand-to-hand encounter, but not this man. Toji Fushiguro is not a man you can take down, no matter how much force you put into it. He's definitely the most wanted criminal of the present time, infamous with high demands and no limits. He's perfect for the job – ridiculously strong, with a body hard and muscular, but insanely fast at the same time. He's bulletproof, he's unbeatable. The definition of a one-man army, he's said to have succeeded in all but one of his missions. A few years ago, it was the biggest assassination of the century in the history of Japan, a group of important politicians made as the target. With an idiotic amount of money thrown into the job, Toji was easily the most logical choice when it came to who to hire. The spectacular failure had almost cost him his reputation and his job, he was absent from the scene for over a year and it was over a year and it was you who was responsible for the unfortunate ending for him.

You were young at the time, in need to make a living after escaping your clan's clutches, and you took small jobs here and there, trying to make a name for yourself in a world full of respectable assassins. Unknown at the time, you wrapped few people around your finger and found out about the ordered assassination of the politicians. This was it; this was your chance not only to earn some real money, but also to secure your position. The job was long-term, it required a lot of research and observation, but you were well aware of Fushiguro, who was chosen to do it in the first place, so instead of racing with him and risking your life by getting in his way, you stripped yourself of all hitman traits and deliberately crossed paths with him. You became lovers. You made him drop his guard, used your charms to get your name off his list of suspects, which cleared the way for you to learn his work plan and everything he had researched. For a few months you've been with him, spending endless nights beneath his powerful body, and when everything was ready, you just ate the cherry off the top of the cake. You made a few crucial alterations to his notes, as subtle as changing the time by a few minutes, but those few minutes gave you an open door to complete his mission. You killed those politicians with clear, long-range shots to the head, took the money for it and planned to leave after that, but Toji had seen you.

"I don't know, you tell me," his deep voice reaches your ears again and you look back nervously, seeing nothing but empty spaces. You hate the echo in this place and you hate how easily Toji's appearance makes you lose your calm. It doesn't happen often, you're usually very composed, you're a cold thinker and emotions never get the better of you, but you're smart. You know when to act with confidence and when to back off, and this situation is definitely the one to back off from. In a close confrontation, you're no match for Fushiguro. "Oh, you must be scared to death as you're tippy-toeing through these corridors, clutching your little gun like it's going to save you."

"Aren't you a little cocky?" you try to keep your voice steady, but the accuracy with which he described you makes you feel uneasy. You look around once more, pushing your senses to their limits to catch anything in the surroundings that might indicate the direction from which his voice came.

"Oh, hardly. I'm just having fun. I've waited so long to finally meet you again. I must admit, the stunt you pulled on me was quite impressive, I did not see it coming," you can hear the amused tone in his voice, it sounds almost sadistic and you can easily imagine his lips curling into a smirk.

When Toji realized that his little girl, the one he thought would one day become his wife, was the person behind his failure, his blood boiled. He allowed himself to be a pawn in your hands and you took almost everything from him, so he promised revenge and researched you for months. The more he learned, the more it made sense, but it also impressed him in a way. Remembering how easy it is to snap and bend your body to his liking, he couldn't help but be in awe of the fact that you were capable of taking down a gang all by yourself or pull off dangerous missions completely alone. His attraction to you grew the more he got to know about you, and if it weren't for the mistake you made when planning your little mischief, he'd probably propose right away.

"I could have dropped a building on your head and you wouldn't have noticed," you snapped with a little too much courage even for your own liking, and the laughter that followed your little statement only reassured you of how screwed you were.

"A lil' mouthy, aren't we?" He laughs, and once again you turn around at the faint rustle behind you.

"Would you prefer me to shut up?"

"Oh no, speak while you still can," his voice rumbles against the walls again and you are sick of the game. Your own senses betray you and you move forward, almost running, while clutching the weapon he has already pointed out to be useless against him.

"Is the threat to crush my throat on the table, or do you mean my death in general?"

"There are so many delightfully horrible things I could do to you, I am not sure which one to choose."

God, how much you hate this. Pictures of many terrifying, spine-chilling punishments run through your mind, and at this point you give up the job completely.

"To be perfectly honest, I thought you had retired from the field," you tell him, calculating the possibility of outrunning him. "After the most spectacular failure in the history of failures, I assumed you wouldn't be showing up again."

"I wouldn't worry about that, sweetheart. If I were you, I would worry about myself."

"You're just a talker, Fushiguro. I'm not afraid of an old fart like you."

"Drop the attitude."

The split second you had before receiving the hardest blow to the stomach you'd ever experienced was nowhere near enough to react. It sent you flying many meters away, and the impact ripped a hole in the thin wall you hit with your back. Your vision goes blurry as you land on the marble floor, surrounded by luxuriously wallpapered debris, and for a moment you think this is it. Everything hurts, you feel as if all your insides were broken by that one blow. The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth and you cough, turning your body to the side, you feel like throwing up, but only red comes out of your throat.

"Did it hurt?" the man steps through the hole and it's the first time you've seen him since the day you took his job years ago. He looks even taller than you remember, the black short-sleeved shirt clinging to his bulging muscles as he makes his way towards you, and as if your limbs were unconsciously moving, you try to slide away from him. "Poor little thing, not so brave now, are you?" he taunts and you remain silent, aware of how every word can be used against you. "Cat got your tongue?"

You move away, but he grabs your ankle and pulls you in. His long fingers claw at your cheeks as he reaches up and looks at you with amusement, pulling your face in front of his own. "See, sweetheart, karma is a bitch, and yours will be just as spectacular as the stunt you pulled on me."

Helplessly, you grip his thick forearm, hoping to force the dead grip on your face to loosen, but to no avail. His strength is unparalleled and you are damned. You put everything you've got into the kick that lands cleanly on his chest and he lets go of you, unimpressed by the attack. He doesn't even flinch, but with the freedom you've earned, you just run away, desperately trying to put as much distance between you and him as humanly possible. Maybe if you could somehow get to the airport and fly to the other side of the world, you'd be safe for a while?

"Do you really think I'm going to let you run away again?" he grows in front of you out of nowhere and you barely manage to stop yourself before running straight into his chest. With how ripped he is, that alone would probably break a nose. "No, there's no way out for you, princess," his lips are curled into a grin so cold it could freeze the blood in your veins, and before you can turn around, his big hand is wrapped around your neck. He pushes you against the wall, this time it's concrete, but it still cracks from the force he's used. It's getting harder to breathe, you feel like your throat is going to be crushed any second. "You should just say you're sorry and I might consider not strangling you to death."

"I'm sorry," you choke out almost too fast, too desperate, and he laughs out loud.

"You'd do anything I told you to save yourself, wouldn't you?" he mocks, but the hold on your neck loosens just enough to allow the slightest flow of air through your windpipe. "If I told you to suck my dick, would you get down on your knees?"

You don't reply, you don't even know how to reply. The answer is obvious, you would definitely give him a head if it would convince him to spare your life, but you know it wouldn't be a deal breaker. It would just be a power move before he threatens you some more and you don't want to give him the satisfaction of using you if his plan is to torture you further.

"No," you finally mutter, digging your nails into his forearm, but instead of letting go, he tightens his grip around your neck, making you whimper and squint. "T-toji-"

"Look what you've done, that's going to leave a bruise for sure," he chuckles, throwing you to the side like a rag doll. Your weight is nothing to him, but you feel it when it hits the ground.

"Fuck..." you exhale and pull yourself up as fast as you can, both ashamed and angry at how helpless you are against him. Two decades of training, hundreds of men you've taken down with nothing but your bare hands, and now you can't do a goddamn thing. Pathetic.

Fed up with your own behavior, you decide to try and fight. If there's no way he's going to let you out alive, you might as well cause him some trouble. Any trouble. And so, you engage him in hand-to-hand combat, making sure to dodge each of his blows and land yours cleanly. Your fists and kicks hit his body but do no damage. It's as if he's allowing your punches to connect with his form, as if he's having so much fun and it's getting on your nerves. You use everything in your path – dishes fly, doors slam, glass shatters and chairs are thrown, but when the wooden stool breaks, easily stopped by Toji's forearm, you're lost.

Once again you find yourself against the wall, only this time his body is pressed against yours without any additional hurt being inflicted. He keeps you pinned down and you can hear his heartbeat, feel the bulging erection resting on your stomach and you look up to see his face. His black hair hangs loosely over his dark green eyes, his gaze jumping from your eyes to your parted lips as you pant shallowly.

"To be honest, I don't give a fuck about what you did," he finally admits, lowering his head enough to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips. "I want you back. Is that something you'd want, too?"

"Does my life depend on how I answer?" you ask quietly, your hands landing on his sides. You feel the hard muscle that seems to surround his entire body, it's almost too impressive to be real.

"No. I'm not going to kill you. I've already taught you a lesson, you won't mess with me again."

"I won't," you agree, feeling your body deflate. The tension that kept you stiff and afraid almost painfully, leaves your form and you lean into him. "Then I want you back, too."

"Great." Toji's lips fall upon yours and you give in instantly, a soft moan rumbling in your chest as his skilled mouth molds to yours, as if he was created to kiss you. One of your hands cups his face while the other runs through his raven locks, soft as silk, and you grab a handful of them, pulling him away before you get too lost in the feeling. He groans in discontent, looking down at you with the expression of a child whose toy has been taken away. With your thumb, you wipe away the red residue of your blood that remains on his lower lip.

"We should get out of here," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes, but agrees. "And then you'll tell me how much you've missed me."

"I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say," he chuckles, scooping you up in his arms as if you're nothing but air. "Let's go home."

The ride home is quick, too quick in fact, not giving you enough time for the pain in your stomach to subside, but you can't focus on that too much when he's all over you as soon as the doors to his apartment close. Toji's hands push your clothes away, pulling and tugging at the many layers of fabric you have on, and you can hear loose buttons bouncing off the wooden floor as he leads you toward the bedroom. You know the place, it's the same one you spent many long months in before you ran away from him.

"Toji," you whisper as he slides his hand down your unbuttoned pants, right into your underwear, and the sudden pressure he deftly applies over your clit makes your body shudder from the unexpected wave of euphoric impulses. He knows your buttons, he knows how to push them to rid you of any composure, and he uses that knowledge to the fullest.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he responds to his name, his lips brushing your ear as you cling to his enormous bicep for dear life. "Talk to me, does it feel good?"

"Oh yes," you mutter, determined not to be the only one stuttering, so you lower your hand, your fingers slipping easily under the waistband of his gray pants and through the fabric of his boxers you feel the shape of his cock. It's rock hard, struggling to find enough room in the trap of his underwear, and as you stroke it with your warm palm, a low growl escapes his mouth. Taking it a step further, you push the cotton down and your breath hitches at the sight of his erection springing free, the sheer heaviness of the girth making it impossible for him to fully stand up.

"Like what you see?" he teases, sliding one of his long fingers through your folds and into your hole, curling it so perfectly that you moan against his muscular chest. With ease, Toji lays you down on the dark sheets on his bed, not stopping his handy work for a split second before hovering over you, his lips glued to the soft skin above your neck. Quickly it's clear that the marks will last for days, but that is the last thing you can worry about when his fingers are stretching you so lovely.

You push your pants down, desperate to give him more space, and he gets the hint, pulling them along with your panties off with a sharp tug of his free hand. Pleased with how eagerly you spread your legs for him, he hums against the dip of your shoulder, a grin painting his expression in amusement as he adds two more fingers. They slip right in, your slick covering them right away, and you whimper, digging your fingernails into his strong arms. All your mind can focus on is the irresistible want to have his dick inside you, you need it and everything that comes with it – the burning pain, the roughness, the bites and bruises. Toji Fushiguro is a ruthless lover, he's able to set all your nerves ablaze, to make your mind blank, make you forget your own name.

The warmth piles up in your stomach, you slowly fall into a trance as he abuses the sweet spot inside you and you don't even notice how he moves down your body. The realization hits you when his tongue flicks against your clit and your whole body shudders at the new layer of pleasure. The satisfied smile never leaves his face as he looks up at your worn-out self while he's working on the nerve bud. His fingers move and twist inside you as he sucks, licks and kisses simultaneously, taking away your breath and any last shred of composure. He's savoring the sweetness, the taste driving him wild and he knows how close you are, the muscles of your insides squeezing his fingers in waves, your thighs trembling against his broad shoulders and your fingers clawing at the sheets with crashing force.

His name rolls off your tongue in a breathy way and he hums against your clit, the vibration sending you over and pulling you under the ocean of endorphins. You come onto his mouth, his fingers covered in white and all you can see is stars. Short pants and broken breaths leave your parted mouth as he presses his own against them in a sloppy, messy kiss. Toji kicks off his own pants and gives himself a few pumps before sliding the head of his cock along your folds.

You whimper into the kiss, slipping your hands under the black t-shirt, desperate to feel his body. With a brief pause, he breaks the connection between your mouths to remove the rest of clothes and you give in, taking the moment to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you cry out, your back arching, your head falling back at the feeling of burning stretch as he pushes his size into you. It hurts, but the pain is delicious, it makes you want more and he gives you just that. He grunts low and gravelly as he collapses onto one of his elbows, overwhelmed by the tight squeeze of your warm hole and as he bottoms out, he takes a second to collect himself. It would be unacceptable if you milk him so quickly, just with the mind-blowing sensation of your cunt.

"So tight," he purrs against your neck, pulling one of your thighs over his hip. Your lips collide again and he rolls his hips for the first time, teasingly pulling all the way out only to push back in one swift motion. He does this several times before finally setting a pace that has you holding onto his shoulders just to steady yourself. With the strength of his body, his thrusts are ruthless, almost violent, but it's the roughness that makes him such a great lover. The intensity of his fat cock almost tearing you in half is what gives you the highest highs and he knows exactly how to use his girth to fuck you stupid.

You're whimpering into his lips, your body shaking beneath him as he rolls his pelvis, angling his hips so he can kiss every sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. The power of his pistons increases. Drinking in your reactions, he feels himself growing, his cock twitching and flexing in your warm embrace, a white coating forming at the base of his cock and he feels lightheaded.

Grabbing both your knees, Toji presses them almost to your ears, your calves hook over his shoulders and as he rams his length into you, you feel like you're going to pass out from the sheer amount of stimulation. With each stroke, his body bounces off your clit, the sound of skin slapping fills the bedroom and you feel yourself squirming as your legs tremble and your breath stutters. You're close and he knows it, the smirk on his lips giving it away as he takes in the sight of you losing every last bit of connection to the real world.

It only takes a few more unforgivable, deep slams of his cock against your sweet spot to have you shaking violently. It's too much, the feeling of him stretching you to the very brink and the heat surges through your veins, setting your body alight as pleasure erupts. The overwhelming wave of euphoria makes drown in the blissful haze as you feel the orgasm unfolding and he thrusts his hips through it, chasing his own release.

As Toji cums inside you, pumping his warm load into you, you come once more, much weaker, but for your overstimulated body it feels like an explosion all over again. A mixture of broken pants fills the room as the wet, sex sounds fade away. Toji pulls out and flips you both over so that you can lie on top of his body instead of him collapsing upon yours, possibly crushing you with his weight.

His demeanor changes completely, with aftercare he's gentle, his hands soft on your skin as he caresses you. “I missed you,” he whispers against your hair, planting soft kisses on the top of your head and you smile.

“I missed you too, Toji.”

[dcdreamblog]

Question.

I have heard people assert that the current bearer of the heroic identy of the Guardian is a clone of the original. I have also seen photos of The Guardian working with the Titans, and...he's very clearly a Black man.

So, um. I have questions, because you would think the newspapers back in the '30s would have... mentioned this, especially given how he was reported to have campaigned hard to ease ethnic tensions in the poorer parts of Depression-era Metropolis, denouncing those who exploited or exacerbated those tensions as being friends of crime and enemies of America's ideals even before the War started?

Ok so, we're crossing a lot of streams here and I want to you to know that that's normal. These sorts of things are opaque and confusing and that is why we HAVE people like my in the first place. You are thinking of 3 different men right now. In order:

Guardian I, AKA James Jacob "Jim" Harper

(Sketch of Harper and his wards the "Newsboy Legion" signed by the legendary pop artist and correspondent Jack Kirby)

Harper was indeed born and raised as an orphan in the Metropolis neighborhood known as Suicide Slum (the name has stuck but I can tell you, in the 21st century it's as clean and safe as the rest of Metropolis, mostly to Black Lightning's credit). During the depression it was infamous for a reason, flush with organized crime, poverty and corruption.

Harper originally attempted to serve his community as a police officer but found that the police department was half or more of what was wrong with the neighborhood in the first place. After being assaulted by some gangsters he cobbled a costume together from a nearby shop (which he still paid for, incidentally). Bursting into a nearby pool hall his attackers frequented, he actually ended up busting open a rather high profile kidnapping case.

Eventually he became the legal guardian of a group of young delinquents called the Newsboy Legion and helped to turn them toward the path of righteousness. He joined up with the All Star Squadron early, served with distinction during and after the war. (We have an exhibit here all about him, the costume and shield are reproductions of course because both are still in use more or less, even if they weren't they're rightfully in the hands of his next of kin)

He was cloned under vile circumstances by the equally vile Project Cadmus, who were up to all kinds of immoral and unethical genetic experiments. When Harper attempted to put a stop to it, he was killed by Cadmus' head of security.

The murder was uncovered and prosecuted through the combined work of Superboy, the clone of Harper and Cadmus' secretly enslaved workforce the Genomorphs. Who are a subject all of their own but, if any should be reading this, I hope you are thriving.

The cloned Harper is still active as a superhero in the modern day. One can assume under an assumed name but variants of "Jim Harper" wouldn't jump out at people even if he was going by it day to day. Out of respect for his privacy I'm not going to speculate any further into his personal life, one can assume he has been through MORE than enough.

Now the other man you spoke about is VERY mysterious indeed...

(The 3rd Guardian alongside Bumblebee in battle against The Ant, unknown photographer, posted online) You are right in that he is very clearly a black man and that is basically ALL I can say about him. He seems to come and go, always in the company of the Teen Titans, is in some manner of romantic relationship to mainstay member Bumblebee and he just up and vanishes for long stretches of time. (This was put together by clips captured of them in combat. Referring to Bumblebee as "baby", "dear" or "my girl". And being referred to as "babe", "lover" and "man of mine")

Theories, of course, abound with the most popular one being that he is the romantic partner/husband/whatever of Bumblebee in their civilian identities and while not a superhero by trade he will take up this identity when needed. A "friend of the family" I guess you could say who hops in when the Titans need an extra pair of hands.

He's competent in combat and seems to be trusted implicitly by the Titans themselves so who the hell am I to judge?

[peachy-posy]

Counting Steps (Vash the Stampede x Reader)

Summary: While traveling with Vash, you get a wound and decide to hide it from him.

A/N: Howdy! This is my first Trigun fic, please be nice hehe. This was originally written with Tri Stamp Vash in mind, but then it turned into me mixing him with 98 Vash, and so now we have this.

I'm considering making a little series about the reader and Vash because I am so whipped for this silly blonde man, the brain rot is insane. If that's something you'd be interested in lmk!

I hope you guys like it <3 ALSO this was cross-posted to my AO3

Warnings: Mild violence, mild blood/injury, fainting

Word Count: 2.5k

This was inspired by this quote from @creativepromptsforwriting: “When were you going to tell me you were bleeding? When you’re already dead?!”

98. 99. That’s another 100 steps. Start over.

You grit your teeth, clutching your side fiercely. Luckily, you are wearing black, so Vash hadn’t seen the sticky, dark stain appear. Your faithful traveling companion walks several paces ahead of you, leading the two of you to a nearby settlement. You couldn’t be that far away now, right? God, you hope not. 

You lose your footing, stumbling briefly before catching yourself. White hot pain shoots through your abdomen, and you can’t stop the hiss that slides out between your teeth. Fortunately, Vash doesn’t seem to be able to hear it over the sounds of the wind. A bead of sweat rolls down your face, and you pause, allowing yourself to pant for a moment. Not for long, though. You have to keep moving.

Counting your steps in increments of 100 has been your method of keeping yourself focused. It was a simple task, something to devote all of yourself to for the time being. If you could keep going, one step at a time, you knew you could make it to the town. 

17. 18. 19. That’s another 20.

Your mind wanders to the very situation that caused you to get an injury in the first place. What a mess today has been. 

You have been traveling with the infamous Vash the Stampede for months at this point. Shootouts and run-ins with bandits and bounty hunters made for another Tuesday. Usually, that was no problem for you guys. You knew your way around a gun and could certainly hold your own, so what the fuck happened today?

30. 31. 32.

The two of you had stopped at a small plant you’d come across while traveling in the desert, thinking it was a good chance to take a breather. Little did you know, you were walking right into a stick-up, with a small group of bandits robbing a family that had stopped there as well. You and Vash stepped in quickly to help, easily incapacitating the bandits. Vash’s attention readily became focused on helping out the family, noticing that the oldest child had gotten a gash on the head.

Allowing Vash to handle the damage control inside, you had stepped back outside to catch your breath. You walked over to the side of the building, leaning against it and resting in the shadow it produced. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you saw movement. Apparently, there was another person involved that had slipped away. You sprung into action, running around the building to where you’d seen the figure disappear. After that, everything happened really fast.

The man was quick, and he lunged at you with startling speed. You were able to dodge the initial thrust of his knife towards your gut, but you didn’t sidestep fast enough, feeling the blade tear a gash into your side. The adrenaline in your system helped you to ignore the pain, and you whipped around, kicking the knife out of his hand and twisting his arm behind his back. Before he knew it, you had him pinned on the ground, arms pulled uncomfortably behind his back. Drawing your small revolver from its holster, you swiftly hit the back of his head with the grip, feeling his body go limp under you. 

After he passed out, the tension left your body and you leaned back with a sigh. It was at this point that you started to feel the sharp, stinging pain radiating from your side. Glancing down with a wince, you moved your jacket aside, laying your eyes on the gash that had been so generously given to you by your friend here. Because you wore your jacket open, it looked like it had blown out of the way and been spared by the blade. So, at the very least, you wouldn’t be spending the evening sewing the jacket up. Your body was a different story, unfortunately.

It was a small, but deep, clean cut. It wasn’t anything worse than what you’ve had before. But, it would definitely need some stitches. You were almost positive you could patch this up with the first aid kit inside. 

You released your jacket, heaving yourself off the ground with some effort, applying pressure to the wound. Once on your feet, you made your way back around front, finding the entrance to the small building. 

Vash was crouched, chatting to the teary-eyed children, calming them down with a practiced ease that came from many years of experience around kids. He smiled at them, and said something that drew a giggle from the children. Their parents watched from nearby with grateful smiles, eventually pulling him into a conversation with them as well. A soft smile formed on your lips, as it often did when you saw him have these types of interactions. 

Your pain brought you back down to reality though, and you grimaced. Your eyes scanned the room for the first aid kit, and you found it lying on a small table. You quietly walked over, and immediately grabbed some gauze to hold against the wound. You sifted through the contents, searching for the thread, knowing you definitely had some. It wasn’t until you remembered that one of the kids had gotten a cut to the head that you turned around, seeing the last of your thread stitched up in a wound already. Vash might be holding onto some more, but even if he were, it likely wouldn’t be enough. 

Well. Shit.

You faced away from everyone again, trying to think of what to do. You were less than half a day’s walk from the next town. You didn’t have any supplies other than some gauze that would help. Telling Vash would worry him, and he’d definitely want to carry you the rest of the way, even though you knew his prosthetic had been causing him soreness recently. 

You were just gonna have to suck it up and walk. You stuffed gauze into your pockets as discreetly as you could, before hearing your name called from behind you softly. You turned your head to the side, heart skipping a beat at seeing those gorgeous blue eyes gazing at you.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly, concern creasing his brow. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over it, not wanting him to worry about anything. 

Instead, you gave him a convincing smile. “Yeah. I found another guy outside. We should probably tie him up with the others before leaving.” The person running the plant assured you both that they would be fine while they waited for authorities to arrive to take the men away. You made sure your body was angled to where he couldn’t see your bloody hand or the gauze. 

He raised his eyebrows, surprised to have missed one, but ultimately nodded, letting you know he’d take care of it. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Mayfly. I’m getting sloppy!” he joked, and you’d giggled in reply, heart fluttering every time he called that. It was just friendly, of course. Because that’s all you were - friends.

That’s another 60 steps. Or was it 70?

You jam your eyes shut, breathing through the worsening pain. You sigh defeatedly. You ran out of gauze an hour ago. The bleeding has slowed, but not fully stopped. Not with all of the pulling from walking. At least the sun is starting to go down, giving you a break from this damned heat. 

You look up, seeing Vash’s back ahead, his red coat blowing gently in the wind. The distance is getting greater between the two of you. You’re starting to regret not filling him in about your situation. After noticing your silence not long into the walk, he’d asked once more if everything was all right. You smiled, told him you were fine, and that you’d tell him later tonight. He accepted that begrudgingly, giving you a Look, but had ultimately given you space.

You stop walking, your breathing uneven and heavy. Your vision wasn’t quite right either… had you really lost that much blood? The chill settling into your bones screams ‘yes’ at you. Vash is getting too far away. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You feel your body trembling, and you close your eyes, a dull ringing in your ears beginning. Your grip on the gauze pressed into your side is getting looser, but you’re starting to care less. It’s not like it’s working anyway.

You are startled out of your thoughts by the feeling of hands gripping your upper arms. You gasp, opening your eyes, struggling to get them to focus for a moment. Once they do, you see Vash in front of you. His mouth is moving, and he looks worried. Oh. They’re his hands, you note, glancing at his arms. 

The ringing in your ears subsides enough that you can hear his voice again. He’s calling your name.

“…you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks, searching your eyes.

“Huh?” You manage eloquently.

He sighs, closing his eyes, but he doesn’t let go of you. “You’ll be the death of me, Mayfly. What’s wrong?” He asks. “I know you said you’d tell me later, and, well, it’s technically later now, so…” he trails off, but his words have an expectant tone to them. This doesn’t really seem to be something he wants to budge on.

Not that you’re planning on withholding what’s happening at this point. You are almost certain you’ll pass out here soon. 

“Um…” you start, averting your gaze. Finally, he seems to notice the way you’re holding yourself. Specifically, the placement of your arm, tucked into your jacket. His expression shifts into something more knowing, and he seems to have caught on. 

He gently reaches down to pull your hand away so he can take a look, but as he does so, your knees buckle and you start a hard fall to the sandy ground. You shut your eyes, waiting for the impact that never comes, as you are wrapped up in a pair of strong arms before falling very far.

You are slowly lowered the rest of the way, and find yourself resting against Vash’s chest on the ground. He’s muttering something under his breath, and you’re murmuring an apology. He pulls your jacket back, sucking in a sharp breath when he sees the bloodied gauze.

“When were you going to tell me you’re bleeding? Once you were already dead?!” He asks, and yeah, you probably deserve that. He’s peeling back the gauze gingerly, scrutinizing the wound, concern etched into his gorgeous face. He’s talking, likely scolding you, but that annoying ringing in your ears is back, so you can’t hear him. You should not be thinking about how pretty he looks right now, but your vision is turning black and you don’t really care anymore. His head turns to face you, his eyes widening. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite identify.

 But everything feels heavy, and you are very tired. You slump into his chest, closing your eyes. 

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The next thing you know, you are lying in an uncomfortable bed, tucked into itchy, white sheets. You groan, taking in how dry your mouth is and how bad your side hurts. 

Oh yeah.

You open your eyes, sitting up with a gasp. You blink hard to clear your vision, but curl into yourself as pain shoots through your abdomen. You feel a set of familiar hands take you by the shoulders.

“Woah! Take it easy! Just take a deep breath for me, okay?”

You feel one of the hands move from your shoulder to rub your back soothingly, and you look up. Those beautiful blue eyes meet yours, relief flooding his features. Vash murmurs your name with a relieved smile.

“There you are. Are you okay?” He asks softly, gently pushing you to lay back down. You put up no resistance.

“Yeah, just a bit sore,” you manage, glancing down to your wound. You move your hand to touch it, applying pressure experimentally, but he moves your hand away, holding onto it instead. Like a worried friend, you remind yourself. You take a moment to glance around the clinical-looking room, and think you already know the answer, but ask anyway. “Where are we?”

His thumb moves slowly across your knuckles, just like a friend would do. In a friendly way. “The local clinic. We weren’t very far out of town when you passed out. I just brought you here right away. That was last night.” His expression shifts from soft to scolding, and he runs his other hand through his blonde hair. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! Don’t do that again!”

You offer a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Vash. We’d used the last of the thread for stitches on one of the children, and I thought I could tough it out.”

He stares at you, and you wilt a bit at his hurt expression. “Why wouldn’t you tell me though? We may not have been able to stitch you up right away, but I could have-“

“Carried me into town?” You finish, and he nods. You reach up, gingerly touching his prosthetic arm. His eyes widen slightly, not expecting your touch. “I know your arm has been bothering you lately, and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

His expression softens endearingly once more at your reasoning, the look he’s giving you making you fall in love with him all over again. 

“Oh, Mayfly,” he murmurs, “let me decide what I can handle, okay? It wouldn’t have been so bad.”

You understand, but you also frown a bit at his words, raising an eyebrow at him. “But who looks after you? You have and would push yourself past every limit you have for the sake of someone else.” 

He sighs, but doesn’t deny what you say, either. “How about we work on compromising a bit? We’ll look after each other, and make sure we aren’t pushing ourselves too hard.”

You try to level him with a stare, but end up relenting with a sigh and a smile. “Fine.”

He smiles back at you, mirroring your tone. “Fine.” 

There’s a beat of silence, and it seems like something comes to his mind at that moment. His smile becomes something more like a smirk, and you regard him suspiciously. 

“What,” you deadpan, somewhat dreading whatever he has to say.

He props his elbows on your bed, resting his chin on his hands, leaning forward. 

“Nothing! I’m just flattered,” he replies, and you really, really don’t like the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“By…?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

“I didn’t know you thought I was pretty.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Of course you do. But you’d never just say that.

“Yeah, right.”

“No really! You said so yourself! Remember? Something like, ‘I should not be thinking about how pretty you look-’”

You choke, blushing furiously. Oh my god. Right before you passed out. You must’ve accidentally said that out loud, delirious.

 “I-I did not!” You sputter back, but you know it’s futile. He’s laughing too hard. You hate it, but even now, as he is laughing at you, you can’t help but love the sound of it. You’d do just about anything to keep him laughing and smiling like this.

He pokes your cheek, his laugh dying down. “For the record, I think you’re pretty too. ‘Specially when you’re blushing like this.”

Holy. Shit. 

Never mind. You wish you had bled out.

[theashesofthefirststar]

This weeks adventuring party fully framed Trackers phone call as “words Kristen needed to hear” Which I find pretty hard to stomach seeing that, if you changed a few key words, this is the same exact lecture that most people with adhd have gotten at some point in their life. You’re so talented, but you don’t want to work for it. If only you put in the effort, you expect things to be easy/handed to you and on and on it goes. I fully admit that I may be projecting, and that my interpretation of Kristen may not align with Ally and Brennans vision, but Kristien’s struggles with executive dysfunction are so clear in everything she does that they can hardly be labeled as subtext at this point.

When I was younger, back before I understood my adhd for what it is, I was known amongst my friends as being clumsy, chaotic, and constantly making small mistakes with big cascading consequences. This behavior was so infamous that anytime a friend did something similar, the rest of the group would call them out for “pulling a Xander.” At the time it was funny and mostly harmless, but as I got older and those consequences caught up with me, as I tried desperately to change, I realized I didn’t know how. I remember sobbing in frustration after I missed the deadline of another assignment, because I couldn’t understand why I was making the same mistakes over and over again. It felt like there was something fundamentally wrong with me.

Now at nearly 30, I understand what was wrong with me. I have a neurodevelopmental condition, that’s associated with life-enduring cognitive dysfunction, and it is a fundamental part of me. It will always be an immense challenge for me to exist in a regimented world, let alone thrive in one. When Tracker said Kristen thinks she deserves for it to be easy on some level, my immediate thought was ‘yeah of course she does’. Because executive dysfunction makes everything hard, even the things you love, and what’s more relatable than wishing that just this once, life will be fair. That just this once, your mind will stop working against you.

As someone who’s gotten much better at living with adhd and who also currently on track to get a masters degree in clinical social work, Kristen should be framed as someone who needs support instead of someone who needs to simply stop being so chaotic and start putting in the hard work. It would empower her to work with her executive dysfunction instead of working against it. It would allow her to find sustainable coping mechanisms that utilize her skills and goals.

[rosebarry16]

Saira Wright (oc modren warfare)

Face Claim : Akina Nakamori

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Name: Saira Wright

Age: 16 (2015) 24 (2023)

Gender: Female

Nationality: Japanese, British and Russian

Nickname(s): sai-chan, bubblegum girl

Alias(es): reader-35

Timeline: Modern Warfare

Rank: Classified

Status: Alive

Birth Date: 5th of March 1999

Death Date: none

Affiliation(s): konni group pmc

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Skin Tone: White skin

Eye Color: Light Brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: armpit length

Height: 477 ft (0.11cm)

Weight: 18.5

Scars/Marks/Burns: None

Tattoos: None

Physical Enhancements: None

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Personality: Saira is delicate with human feelings and often understands them without a struggle, she cares, reliable and more light hearted, it doesn't turn black unless it needs to be. She's carful with hurting anyone and more likely she can't be always serious but no meaning she's none responsible, saira has the attitude of a secretary. She's sometimes mean, rude but most of the time obedient and respectful

Fear(s): losing her husband, betrayal

Likes: filling her nails, cleaning guns and her katana, killing people

Dislikes: Mentions of phobias, manipulation. Lying

Habit(s): keeping secrets

Talent(s): hacking, marketing, sorting files

Reputation: low

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Love Interest(s): Vladimir Makarov

Saira Wright fell in love with Vladimir Makarov while working with him for a few months, each day she falls in love with him and as his secretary they got close to each other and they fell in love and dated for 8 days until the 9th day, she was engaged and got married

Friend(s): Philip graves, farah karim

Enemy(ies): General shepherd, Yuri volkov

Philip Graves : him and saira are pretty good friends at secret, they might look like vest friends but they know they can't imagine their life time if they haven't met each other. They met In a court while the lawsuit was going wheb shepherd sued her for being makarov's wife.

Farah Krim : they might be in different ways and connections, she and Farah can never let their point of view for work break their friendship and become enemies since they opened up to each other, they met in urzikstan at the time and Became comfortable with each other once they knew they were not going to harm each other or look for trouble.

Vladimir Makarov : whatever happens to them both physically and mentally hurt her love can't be broken or ever going to do so, Saira is one of his weaknesses and he is her weakness, any harm done to them they don't hesitate to hurt without a second thought popping up in their heads, they met in streets of saint Petersburg when she was looking for a job

General Shepherd : they hate each other more than life itself and let's just say they'd rather suffer then dealing with each other. Shepherd himself wanted her dead along with makarov, no matter what she was and who she was. Saira would also appreciate the person who'll kill him either an enemy or a crew

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The Character’s Abilities :

Weapons: AK, RPD, Katana

Preferred Weapon(s): Katana

Agility: /10

Hand-to-Hand Combat: /10

Long Range Accuracy: /6

Defense: /8

Offense: /7

People Skills: /8

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Birthplace: Honkog, Japan

Family: Wright

Mikai Wright: Father (Alive)

Classified Wright: Mother (Alive)

Kenji Wright : Uncle (Alive)

Familial Background :

Saira, the only child was brought into the world by Mikai and “Classified” Wright in March 5th 1999 In Hong Kong, Japan. Her parents are the only ones who has their Daughter without siblings while the other family members has at least 2 or more, kenji The older brother of mikai. Used to serve the infamous gang in Japan “Yakuza” for almost 30 years.

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Character Background:

When Saira was 6 years old, her dad decided to teach her hard work and business. Mikai told kenji to let saira work at the restaurant he owns. Kenji time to time saw Saira how she was handling calls, files, appointments and made Saira his secretary. Kenji was impressed and she was kicked Later at 8 years old to move in uk

At 8 to 13 years old she was raised in UK and got the nationality, on February 28th Saira had a fight with her parents and kicked her out, she traveled to Saint Petersburg, Russia to start a new life with the savings that she had when she was a baby.

[cahrlotah]

𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

this work contains +18 content so if you are a minor get out of here and don’t read it 

disclaimer, i haven’t written anything since October so this is kinda bad ngl, also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are some grammar mistakes <3

my request inbox is open again for anyone who wants to send in a request. 

If you guys want part two of this one-shit pls let me know <3

paring: eddie munson x carver!reader

word count: 2.8k

trigger warnings: use of female anatomy, use of she/her pronouns, she is Jason Carver’s twin sister, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it ), virgin reader, marking(?), degradation, praising, oral female recieving, fingering ( if u blink), choking, hair pulling, manhandling,  cum, mirror fucking (?), 

NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I’M A LAZY BITCH

Eddie Munson and (Y/N) Carver had hated each other for the longest time. No one in their close circle knows how it all started, the only thing they truly know is that if you mix Eddie and (Y/N) bad things are going to happen. That’s until Halloween ’86. 

7:45pm, (Y/N) Carver is in her room getting ready for the Halloween party thatis taking place at her house, hosted by her brother Jason. She is dressed as Red Riding Hood but since it’s Halloween she has cut the skirt of the dress into a mini skirt, revealing her legs and cleave to the world of Hawkins High. Chrissy Cunningham is helping her with her make up, finishing her look with a bright red lipstick. 

8:30 pm, all the guests are at the Carver’s home, the ground floor and the back garden are flooded with teenagers and the smell of alcohol and tobacco fill (Y/N)’s nose trills as she makes her way to Chrissy. Her little red skirt moving as she walks, she won’t say it out loud but she knows everyone is looking at her, and she likes it. 

As she makes conversation with Chrissy, her eyes scan the garden. Her gaze lands on the infamous Eddie Munson. Something inside of her burns, as she looks at him, she looks at his veiny forearms and how his hands are decorated with rings and she can’t help but to think how hot he looks laughing at something one of his friends has said. Those feelings rapidly turn into anger and she storms towards him.

“Hey Munson!” She yells, making the whole Hellfire silent in a second. 

“What’s up sweetheart” he says with that smile of his. “ Looking for the big scary wolf?” he says mockingly.

“ Fuck off, will ya?” she rolls her eyes “Aren’t you supposed to be a responsible adult or something?” She turns to look at the two youngest and newest members of Hellfire. “ No kids allowed at this party, I’m afraid. So get lost” her cold tone and gaze makes the two youngsters look around in fear.

“Come on princess” says Eddie positioning himself between his friends and the girl. “ Don’t be an ass and let us have fun, alright.” He turns around and just guides his friends to another area where is more crowed. At the same moment someone grabs her arm, forcing her to not follow the hellfire group. 

“Here you are!” Emma yells “let’s go, your brother has challenged us to beer pong match”. 

“Shit” she whispers. (Y/N) goes with her friend as a pair of eyes follow her every move.

9:45pm,the night goes along with no sight of Eddie and (Y/N) is happy but curious on where he must have gone. at this point everyone is drunk, or at least has had some drinks. She lazily goes inside in search of  some water to sober up a little bit. The inside of the house is filled with drunk teenagers, and The journey to the kitchen is complicated. 

“Having complications sweetheart?” A voice behind her says, she immediately knows who it is but she decides to ignore, pushing people around to get through but she can’t “ it’s not going to work, too many people” she knows he is smirking and anger starts building inside of her. 

“Fuck off will ya Munson? Not in the mood for your bullshit” she says harshly. She is irritated because Jason friends said some fucked up shit about her, and he did nothing to defend her so having no chance to get some water plus Eddie Munson bothering her it is just no help for her bad mood. All her attempts to go through the mass of people are a completely fail. 

“Just stop trying and wait a bit” Eddie says, being this the last straw.

“Leave me the fuck alone Munson” she yells at him, storming towards him “ seriously I don’t really need your bitchy comments right now, why don’t you grab your shit and get the fuck off my fucking house!” Their faces are so close, that their shaky breathes collie and Eddie’s back hits the wall making it impossible to get away from the girl. This leads to his cheeky smile reappearing only infuriating her more. 

“Don’t be such a bitch seriously “ he spats back closing the gap between the two of them. “ I don’t even know why the fuck you hate me so much. We don’t even share clases. You are the one always coming to me.” His face moves closer to hers, his lips travelling to her here and in a low whisper he says “Is it because you like me? Or because you want me to fuck you?” The hot air of his breath hits her in the right spot making her goosebump, her mouth is dry making it hard to swallow. “ Oh shit, so you want me to fuck you huh?” Eddie’s voice is lower and feels somewhat darker but she knows it’s all a game and she is loosing. His mouth is almost touching her neck, his hands land on her hips pulling her closer to him. 

She would never admit it to anyone but she had something for Eddie, she did not know if it was the fact that him and her brother were what you can call “enemies”, the fact that even though no one in her circle found it attractive the ring decorated hands made her feel something or the fact that the constant bickering between the two of them had created some tension that had to be realised. But now she found herself melting into Eddie Munson’s touch, she could feel a wet felling in between her legs, she wanted Eddie Munson to ruin her, to fuck her into oblivion. The best part of it? One of the things that exited her the most? The fact that they could go to her room, a do it at the spot while his brother, downstair would have no fucking idea that his sweet little sister is being ruined by the town’s freak. This idea was not only exiting to (Y/N) but to Eddie too, the fact that he had Jason’s Carver’s sister, sweet old (Y/N), melting at his touch made him hard on the spot. 

“Munson stop it” her voice trembles “ don’t start something you cannot finish” 

“Who says I’m not going to finish it?” Eddie’s lips are non her ear again, but now he takes it a notch higher and at the moment his lips brush her earlobe a quiet moan, that only him and her can listen, escapes her mouth making Eddie’s grip tighter. His mouth travels all the way to her neck leaving small kisses all over it. 

“Mun… munson” she whimpers “ not here, somebody could see us” he stops and looks at her, looking at the Carver girl for a solution “ go upstairs to my room and wait there. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Make sure no one sees you” she   says to the curly-haired boy. 

“Sure thing” the pair look around and luckily, everyone around them are too focused on themselves either drinking, dancing around or making out to even notice the couple. Eddie slowly climbs the stairs unnoticed and heads to (Y/N) room while she goes outside to talk to Chrissy and make some lame excuse so people don’t go and look for her. Fortunately, her brother and his friends are joined by the cheer squad.

“Hi there!” Jason exclaims, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey…” she says fake-pouting and in a low voice, instantly worrying her twin brother. 

“What’s wrong? Has anyone touched you or something? Because if some.-“ he starts to get heated up but she cut him off

“I kinda have a headache so I’m going to lay down for a bit in my room oaky?? I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get worried if you don’t find me around” she puts on the sweetest show so her brother can buy her lie, but even if (Y/N) was the worst liar in this word Jason would believe every single word she would tell him. 

“Oh shit have you taken something for it?” He asks and she nods “ Alright, if you need something come down again and tell me okay?” He has some worried look on his face as his twin sister means the world to him. (Y/N) nods and heads upstairs where the metal head boy is waiting for her. (Y/N) makes her way to her room, trying to go unnoticed through the crowd climbing the stairs as quickly as she can. 

10:05 pm, the door of (Y/N)’s room is half open, a dim light coming from her bedside table lamp lights her room. When she enters Eddie jumps as he turns around, like a scared cat.

“Shit Carver you almost gave me a heart attack” Eddie exclaims putting his hand on his heart. She laughs at his reaction “ you should laugh more, you look pretty” she does not know if it the real Eddie talking or the alcohol he has consumed. 

“ Shut up Munson” she locks the door behind her.

“ What a show you put out there with your brother “ he walks towards her “ pouting like that, jeez, how would Jason react if he knew that you lied to him just to get fucked but the towns freak?” His hand is now behind her head, their faces are close. She does not want to show it and will never admit it but she needs him, she needs him to kiss her to touch her. And as if he can read minds he connects their mouths, at first the kiss is slow sweet, she backs up until she falls into her bed. The moment they touch the matters Eddie’s hands start discovering her body, moving from her lower back to her tits to her face caressing her. Eddie lifts her to take her dress off, leaving (Y/N) in her underwear. He kisses her stomach, slowly going upwards leaving lovebites on her chest. 

“God, so fucking pretty” his husky voice praises her. “Now show me how good of a girl you can be” he stands up, allowing her to follow him, “ on your knees” she does as he says without any complain. (Y/N) looks at him through her lashes, a sigh Eddie Munson never thought to be alive to see. Her big eyes are looking at him with a sense of innocence, like she has never done this before. “ Have you ever done this before?” He asks and she nods in negation making him feel weaker as the thought of ruining good old (Y/N) Carver makes him harder. “I need you to open that pretty mouth of yours alright?” He commands as she nods. His belt unbuckles and his black jeans fall down to his ankles, his hand moves to the side of her face moving strands of her hair. “Now I need you to open you mouth for me sweetheart” he commands and she obeys. She looks at him as she slowly opens her mouth. “Fuck” he whimpers as he pulls down his boxers. He does not have time to react because (Y/N) she puts his dick on her mouth making Eddie grip into her hair and moan loudly but the sound of music in the background mutes it. 

Her head starts moving and with it, it also does Eddie’s hand her head forcing the girl to go deeper, exploring how much she can take. “Such a fucking good girl for me huh?” he tounts her “ a little slut sucking on my cock, jeez, what would your brother think? His little sister sucking the towns freak cock?” as he finishes the sentence, she forces herself to go deeper into  eddie’s cock, she is breathing through her nose but tears fall from her eyes smudging her marcara and make up. With the help of Eddie’s hand the rhythm fastens and the room is filled with Eddie’s moans. 

“Fucking shit just like that princess,” he moans and she goes faster “ ho- holy shi-shit” he whimpers. “ Fuck” he stops her, becuase he knows he is about to cum. “ Lay on bed” he orders and again she obeys. As it is an instinct she opens her legs, allowing Eddie to slowly crawl towards her, he kisses the insides of her thighs until he reaches her cunt.

“This wet for me already, kinda weird for a girl that hates me” he says with a cheeky smile

“Oh shut up Munson” her smile decorating her make up smudged face.

Eddie buries his face in between her legs, grabbing her panties in between his teeth and pulling the down, allowing him to bury his tongue on her cunt. That takes (Y/N) by surprise making her moan loudly, grabbing Eddie’s hair hard making him to moan into her cunt. 

“Fuck Eddie” she exlaims while her hands move from the boy’s hair to the bedsheets. His tounge working around her clit. Moans and music form the distrance fill the room as the metalhead is buried in between (Y/N) legs. Her legs shake, her hips move upwards and her back arches as she uncontrollably moans the Eddie’s name. “Ed- eddie fuck!” she screams “ I- I need you” she says as Eddie lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you just say?” he asks as in his mind this still feels like a hallucination. “I need you to use you words” the cocky tone in his voice makes (Y/N) even weaker for him, wanting him to ruin every single aspect of her.

“I need you to fucking ruin me Munson” she desperatly whimpers.

“ Sorry love I could not heard that quite well” his smile decorates his face as he sees the frustrated look on her face. 

“You cunt” she whispers “ I said” she clears her throat “I need you to ruin me Munson, I need you to fuck me so hard I don’t rembember my name” her needy face it what Eddie needed. 

He grabs his dick and takes it to (Y/N) cunt, moving it up and down in her entrance teasing her to the point where she is crying and begging for him.

“Fucking shit Eddie stop teasing” she says as small tears of frustration fall down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say love” he slowly enters her. Air leaving her lungs as she feels him inside of her for the first time, eyes rolling to the back of (Y/N)’s head, back arching. Eddie grabs (Y/N) wrists and pins them above her head with one hand and his free hand he uses for support. He thrusts slowly.

“So fucking tight, holy fuck” he moans as he fastens his pace, their moans are syncronized, filling the room. He frees her hand allowing her to deepen her nails into the metalhead back, leaving red stripes on his skin. Her bed hits the wall as a result of Eddie’s thrusts, the creaking sound of the metal structure follows the rhythm of the movements happening above. Out of nowhere he stops, pulling out and turning her around forcing her to be on all four facing the mirror hanged in the door, his hand grabs her hair strongly pulling it forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself while I ruin you” he whispers into her ear, entering her again spanking her at the same time. “Such a dirty little slut for me huh?” he exclaims thrusting harder into the girl “jesus Carver” he moans. The pace rapidly increases as he holds into her hips, sweat dripping down their foreheads, breaths being irregular at this point. 

“Fuck, I-I thi-think i’m going to cum,” she exclaims as she grabs into the bed sheets harder, that is the phrase Eddie needs to thrust into her faster and harder. Their moans are louder, she is moaning his name as he was some sort of god and he is groaning too focused in pleasuring her to even notice how he now has grabbed her hair again, her eyes all rolled back her head, her mouth open moaning uncontrollably. The two of them feel it coming a tight knot on her stomach loosen up, him noticing how the big tension between his legs is being released. 

“Fuck” the two of them let out as they collapse on the mattress. 

[flotuslover53]

Hey.. I'm that quora guy from earlier, I was scrolling for a little while before i found stuff that I think will pique your interestxdd

What did JFK think of Richard Nixon?

Congressmen John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon in 1947.

JFK is age 29 (one month shy of 30). Nixon is age 34.

JFK liked and admired Nixon. Their friendship continued throughout JFK’s life.

“On New Year's Eve 1959, two days before he announced his candidacy for the presidency, Kennedy made an admission to his neighbor, journalist Charles Bartlett, that was so startling Bartlett wrote it down the following morning: "Jack says if the Democrats don't nominate him, he's going to vote for Nixon."

“Few men had observed Nixon's gifts - his ambition, his perseverance and his intellect - from the intimate vantage point afforded Kennedy. In early 1947, a civic group in the steel town of McKeesport, Pa., asked their congressman, Frank Buchanan, to invite the two congressional freshmen with the brightest futures to come debate the Taft-Hartley labor bill. Buchanan picked Kennedy and Nixon, both just elected after naval service in the Pacific.”

“On April 21, 1947, the first Kennedy-Nixon debate was held in the ballroom of the Penn McKeesport Hotel, with Kennedy getting the more sympathetic proposition. Some of the blue-collar steelers booed Nixon's warnings about encroaching union power.”

“Boarding the overnight Capitol Limited train back to D.C., the 29-year-old Kennedy and the 34-year-old Nixon drew straws for the lower berth. Nixon won, but the bed went largely unused as the awkward grocer's son found an unexpected common denominator in the handsome playboy heir to one of America's great fortunes.”

"We sat up late talking," Nixon recalled. "Neither of us was a backslapper, and we were both uncomfortable with boisterous displays of superficial camaraderie. He was shy, and that sometimes made him appear aloof. But it was shyness born of an instinct that guarded privacy and concealed emotions. I understood these qualities because I shared them."

“In 1950, Nixon planned his run for the Senate against Hollywood actress-turned-Democratic Rep. Helen Gahagan Douglas, longtime mistress of Texan Lyndon Johnson. During that campaign, Douglas branded Nixon with an epithet that would stick for life: Tricky Dick.”

“In the infamously mean-spirited race, Nixon got a psychological and a financial windfall from an unexpected source.”

“Kennedy dropped into Nixon's office and handed an envelope to administrative assistant Bill Arnold. "This man brought a personal check for $1,000," Arnold would recall. "He explained that the check should be used in Nixon's campaign for senator." Kennedy's contribution amounted to approximately one-third of the average American's annual income.”

“After Kennedy's 1952 election to the Senate, Nixon offered a different sort of help. The membership chairman of the exclusive, all-male Burning Tree golf club in Maryland got a letter from the new vice president: "I have known Senator Kennedy for a number of years as a personal friend and I feel he would make an excellent addition to the membership."

“In the Senate Office Building next to the Capitol, Kennedy was given Room 362. Nixon was right across the hall in Room 361. For eight years, there would be an easy camaraderie not just between Kennedy and Nixon but also between their secretaries. Kennedy's assistant Evelyn Lincoln would recall, "Rose Mary Woods and I were very friendly."

“In the summer of 1963, he took his wife and two daughters on a six-week overseas vacation. In a hotel room in Rome, Nixon picked up the ringing phone and heard the operator say that the president was calling. Five days after making his "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech, an ebullient Kennedy was in town.”

"Sounding happy and relaxed, he said that he heard we were in Rome and just wanted to say hello," Nixon said.”

“It was the last time Nixon and Kennedy spoke.”

Is it true? Thats beyond me XD But it's cool nonetheless.

Wow thank u for this!! I can confirm at least most of these are true.

The story about them sharing a bunk on the train after their first debate is from this article which I would recommend to everyone who is interested in the Kennedy/Nixon dynamic. They really had the most perfect meet-cute!!

It's also true that JFK gave Nixon $1,000 for his campaign against Helen Gahagan Douglas, as he says in this interview. The money came from JFK's father, but as Nixon says, he wouldn't have received the check unless JFK also supported him. (This video has some other very cute anecdotes in it, I've rewatched it so many times hehe)

Nixon and Kennedy did have offices directly across from each other, and as my source I'll just show this adorable cartoon Nixon gave to JFK:

I'm also extremely sure that the Rome story is true, and I'm also sure I've seen it mentioned in multiple sources, but for some reason the only source coming to mind right now is this fictionalised horror story about Nixon I read a few months ago where the phone call between them was included in one scene. (I'll look for a better source on this lol)

I love all these little anecdotes about the JFK/Nixon friendship, even though they may not have been the closest of friends it's fascinating to me that they had this longstanding relationship that lasted over a century and spanned just about the entire time that the two men were involved in politics. Truly they were drawn together by fate so many times!!

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: the popularly requested paulxreaderxseth smut

warnings: heavy smut, swearing, dom!paul, dom!seth, sub!reader (pre-established consent between reader and seth/paul)

notes: i’ve been waiting for y’all to request this one

word count: 2.41k

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you had spent the majority of your day off work lounging around your apartment while your boyfriends, the infamous seth clearwater and paul lahote, were out on patrol dealing with a new rogue vampire in the region. although you definitely needed the day off, you were quite frustrated that neither of your boyfriends were around to keep you company. 

you pulled out your phone, pulling up the group chat you had with the two of them, and sent them a text asking when they’d be home. seth was the first to respond, letting you know that they were stuck at sam’s house going over the new patrol schedule and likely wouldn’t be home for a little while longer.

you texted again, asking if at least one of them could come back to keep you company and paul responded to that letting you know that they’d be back as soon as they could. you rolled your eyes at his response, getting up and padding over to your shared bedroom where you grabbed the new lingerie you ordered that had arrived in the mail earlier that day. 

quickly changing into it, you got in front of your bedroom mirror and took a picture of yourself, sending it to the boys with a “please?”

you giggled to yourself, throwing a pair of sweatpants on, and headed back into the living room to go back to watching tv while you waited for their response. within 30 seconds your phone lit up with a call from paul. happy to finally be getting some attention from at least one of your boyfriends, you picked up.

“hey paul.” you giggled into the phone.

“you’d better be on the bed ready to be fucked for the rest of the night as soon as we get back.” 

“oh really?” you giggled again, loving hearing how riled up you could make him from just one picture.

“we’ll be home in a minute. and i swear to god if you aren’t on that bed when i get back you’re not going to be able to walk straight for a week.” 

“yes sir.” you bit your lip, trying to contain your smile as he hung up the phone. quickly heading into the bedroom, you slipped your sweatpants off, kicking them to the side, and laid down on the bed, going back on your phone to scroll through social media while you waited for the two men to arrive home. 

within a few moments, you head the door open and close, followed by paul and seth’s voices as they walked towards the bedroom. you locked your phone, setting it on the nightstand as they entered the room, seth smiling when he saw you.

“you have no idea how much i missed you,” seth mused as he walked over to you, grabbing your legs and tugging you to the edge of the bed before bending over and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

you giggled against his lips, running your hands up his chest as you melted into the kiss. paul cleared his throat from the doorway causing seth to chuckle, gently parting from your lips to straighten up, “sorry pretty girl, paul’s got a punishment for you.” 

“punishment?” you asked incrediously even though you knew damn well paul was mad about the unsolicited nudes, “i didn’t even do-” you started but seth pressed his finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up before you walked yourself into more trouble.

you looked up at seth, feigning confusion and he just chuckled, shaking his head at you before you looked over to paul who was leaned up against the doorway watching you with a look that could only be described as somewhere between disapproval and desire. 

“seth i think we should tie her up since she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself tonight, don’t you think?” paul mused casually, leaning off the doorframe to grab the silk ties from the basket on your dresser and handing one to seth. 

“i think that sounds like a great idea paul.” seth teasingly agreed as he accepted the silk ties, his lips cracking into a small smile as your jaw dropped, looking over to him in shock. “c’mon pretty girl, hands up, yea? wouldn’t wanna get in more trouble now would we?” seth cooed, tying your wrists together before manhandling you up the bed so he could tie your wrists to the headboard, effectively stopping you from moving.

paul stepped to the foot of the bed and leaned over to hook his fingers under your lace panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the side. you whined as the cold air hit your cunt, immediately moving to close your legs but paul stopped you with a quiet tut, taking each leg and tying them to each corner of the bed. 

“fuck just look at her seth,” paul mused, leaning up against one of the bedposts as he eyed your cunt, “she’s dripping already.” seth chuckled, coming around the bed to lean up against the other bedpost as he looked with paul, both taking you in as they decided what to do with you.

you whined, grinding your hips down in an attempt to create some friction but were left with nothing, “you’re not going anywhere kitten,” paul explained, almost as casually as if he were talking about the morning weather, “do you want her pussy or her mouth?” he asked as if you were just a toy as he turned his attention to the bespekled male beside him.

seth seemed to ponder it for a moment before making his choice, “you know she loves how you fuck her throat so i’ll take her pussy.” he explained, smiling up at you as you pouted.

“so kind of you to take her consideration into this.” paul continued as both men kicked off their sweatpants and boxers, paul climbing up to hover over you as he pumped his length a few times to get it ready for you as seth sat beside you on the bed so he could dip his fingers into your cunt. 

you let out a loud whine which paul quickly took advantage of, pushing his weeping, red tip past your lips. you groaned around his length, hollowing your cheeks out as he pushed into your mouth, not stopping until his pubic bone touched your nose.

you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose, whining again as seth added a second finger to your heat, curling his fingers inside of you. paul pulled back, setting a slow, deep pace as he fucked your mouth, a slew of degradation falling from his lips. 

“fuck-” paul threw his head back as your throat constricted around his length, “such a whore taking me like this. you like having my cock down your throat don’t you?” 

you whined, your eyes watering as seth continued fucking you with his fingers, “look at me-” paul instructed, “i asked you a question didn’t i?” he asked, retracting his cock from your lips which had you whimpering trying to bring him back.

“yes sir-” you quickly explained, paul gripping your jaw harshly to open your mouth back up so he could continue fucking your throat.

“that’s what i thought.” he groaned as you licked your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, “just my little cock whore aren’t you?” paul continued, “been waiting for our cocks all day haven’t you?”

you whined around his cock, attempting to nod with his cock in your mouth. seth’s fingers began circling your clit, making it difficult to focus on anything other than your closely impending orgasm.

“she’s gonna cum,” seth’s voice came from his spot beside you, “can feel her tightening around my fingers already.”

you whimpered, looking up at paul pleadingly, tears filling your eyes as you silently pleaded with him to let you cum. “gonna cum already you filthy little thing?” paul taunted, continuing to rock his hips against your mouth. you garbled a response around his cock causing both men to chuckle, “i suppose you can cum, better be quick though before i change my mind.” paul mused as seth’s fingers continued to wreak absolute havoc on your cunt. 

it didn’t take long before you were clamping down on seth’s fingers, cumming hard for the first time that night. paul let out a loud groan, gripping the headboard to steady himself as he refrained from emptying himself in your mouth. 

seth’s fingers left your pussy as you worked through the haziness of your orgasm, only to be replaced with his cock lining up with your entrance a few moments later before you could notice or complain.

without much warning, seth was pushing into your pussy, all three of you letting out loud groans at the intrusion. “there you go,” seth gritted out as he pushed all the way into you, “taking me like a good girl.” he praised, both men only allowing you a moment to adjust to seth’s presence before they began fucking you again.

paul’s rough thrusts in your mouth combined with seth’s slower, more sensual thrusts in your cunt had you dizzy, hardly able to focus on anything other than your second orgasm of the night that seemed to be growing nearer by the second.

“fuck,” paul groaned again, “you gonna swallow me? take it all like the little cockslut you are?” he gritted out as you attempted to nod again, babbling another incoherent response around his cock.

paul knotted his fingers into your hair, thrusting into your throat again before he emptied his seed in your mouth, holding you in place as he rode out his orgasm and ensure that you swallowed all of his release. 

as he pulled out of your mouth, you sucked in a deep breath of air before the tears of pleasure started flowing down your cheeks, “seth please wanna cum-” you blubbered, causing both men to chuckle as your disheveled state, seth quickly reaching down to rub tight circles against your clit.

“oh yea?” he asked teasingly, loving what a mess you were beneath him, “you gonna cum on my cock pretty girl?”

you whimpered loudly, nodding, “please seth-” you cried, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts as you became more and more desperate to cum around his length.

“go ahead then, cum on my cock.” seth’s approval was all you needed to meet your orgasm, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan as you pulsed around his cock, sending him over the edge right after you. seth buried his face in your shoulder to muffle his moan as he came undone inside of you. 

paul’s gentle touch against your cheek was the first thing to bring you back to your senses, seth sitting up and slowly pulling his length out of you being the second. you whined, tugging at the silk restraints in a weak attempt to protest the loss of him. 

“shhh…” paul quietly shushed you as he untied the restraints around your hands, seth making quick work of untying the ones around your ankle. 

with your newfound freedom, you sat up, wrapping your arms around paul’s neck, his hand sliding down to your hip to stabilize you, “paul,” you murmured, pouting, “please?” you asked quietly, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants in an attempt to show him you wanted more.

“not a chance kitten,” paul chuckled, gently coaxing you back down to the bed so he could get you cleaned up, “you’re already gonna be sore in the morning from that.” he explained in an attempt to shush your pouts.

seeing your frustration likely induced from your post-orgasmic haze, seth crawled behind you, pulling you inbetween his now sweatpant clad legs so paul could get you cleaned up without much of a fuss, “hey pretty girl,” seth cooed, “you did so good for us.” he mused, gently stroking his fingers up and down your sides to soothe you.

“good?” you murmured, peeking up at him as paul settled between your legs.

“so good.” seth cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. paul wedged your legs apart with his thighs before swiping the towel through your sensitive folds, eliciting a yelp from you, “shhh… paul’s gonna be quick, yea? just gonna get you cleaned up so you’re not sticky.” seth murmured, peppering your face with kisses as paul quickly cleaned up the mess between your legs.

“all good?” seth asked paul as the older man stood up, tossing the rag into the laundry pile.

paul nodded, “she’ll be sore in the morning but she’ll live.” he explained as he rummaged through the dressed to grab you a fresh pair of panties and one of his shirts to wear. 

“you thirsty pretty girl?” seth asked softly as you shifted to curl into his lap, patiently waiting for paul to get you some clothes to change into.

you nodded, parting your lips as seth tilted the glass of water to your lips, allowing you to hydrate for a moment before pulling away, “feel better?” he asked softly as paul took your hands, helping you sit up so he could pull one of his shirts over your head and get your underwear up your legs.

you hummed in approval, smiling as seth pressed another kiss to your head, helping lift you up for a moment so he could get you under the covers of the bed. “my pretty girl,” he cooed, stroking your hair as paul climbed in on the other side of you, gently rubbing his hands up and down your side.

“i love you.” paul murmured as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “i love you too.” you giggled tiredly, peeking over your shoulder to give him a soft kiss. 

“what about me? you love me too pretty girl?” seth asked teasingly, smiling as you burst into another fit of giggles, “of course i love you too seth.” you explained before giving him a kiss as well.

“atta girl.” seth cooed, “get some sleep, yea? we’ll be here when you wake up.” he murmured and you nodded, letting out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes and cuddled further into your boyfriends, both of their warmth quickly lulling you to sleep.

[artiststarme]

Dying? Let's Ignore It

Prompt by @zerokrox-blog with a little sprinkle from @doubleb11. Thanks for the ideas, I appreciate it! I hope you guys like it and please share your thoughts in the comments.

~*~*~*~

Steve wakes up one day feeling awful. His head aches like it does when a migraine is coming on and his throat burns like he swallowed charcoal. Nevertheless, he had to get to work. He had three days of doubles scheduled due to Robin visiting her sick grandmother out of town and Keith being on vacation down in Florida. No one could work but him so he couldn’t call off. Plus, he’d been looking forward to the overtime pay. 

He was on the knife’s edge of being kicked out by his parents and he needed to have enough cash to secure an apartment as soon as possible. They were scheduled to be home in a few weeks and Steve wanted to be gone by the time they were. Did he tell any of the Party this? Of course not, he was an adult who could take care of himself. No one had looked after him before and they weren’t going to start now. 

So, he dragged himself out of bed and made sure to grab a pair of his infamous sunglasses on his way out the door. Steve knew they made him look douchey, the kids had said so enough times for him to get the point, but every light was too bright for his pounding headache to handle. 

Even with the sunglasses and cough medicine, he didn’t feel any better throughout the day as he dealt with nagging customers and annoying kids. Steve was over the customer service and truly wanted to quit around the halfway mark of his shift. Mike and Lucas came in at one point to heckle Steve into renting them a rated-R movie and after that exchange, he was ever closer to quitting his job. Only a couple of days left though, he could make it. 

When he got home, he chugged two bottles of water in an effort to “drown the sickness” and settled into bed for what he expected was going to be a restless night. He tossed and turned all night blowing his nose, hacking up his lungs, and feeling crummy in general. Around 2 AM, he felt like he was going to die but he still had two doubles to go and he was going to get that overtime check if it was the last thing he did. 

He must’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep because the next day of work felt like torture and he would know. Even the Russians were more merciful than whatever illness he had. His head was still pounding, his muscles ached, and it hurt to expand his chest to breathe. He only made it through the work day because customers weren’t coming in and he was able to take a nap. Unfortunately for him, his nap became a sleepover at Family Video because he woke up at 4:30 AM and decided to stay there for his shift instead of potentially crashing on the way home. He would just be early to his next shift. 

He didn’t take a shower or anything the next morning, just flipped the open sign and turned on the too bright lights. Several customers that day asked him if he was okay and if he needed a ride to the hospital. Steve declined every offer and pasted on a shaky smile. He didn’t have time to go to the hospital just to be admitted and lose the overtime money. He briefly considered calling Eddie for a ride to the hospital after close but it was kind of late and he was pretty sure he was Eddie’s least favorite member of the group. And like hell was he going to call Nancy for a ride. He would rather die than beg his ex-girlfriend to drive him to the hospital. 

With a deep stuttering breath, he climbed into the car and took off for the hospital. On his way there, his hands trembled where he gripped the steering wheel of the Beemer and sweat formed droplets on his forehead. For the last several days, he’s tried to ignore his symptoms beyond chugging cough syrup by the bottle in order to complete his shifts. His body was ensuring that he couldn’t ignore it anymore with the way his chest flamed and his head threatened to explode. 

The nurses quickly swarmed him the moment he stepped through the ER doors, a true testament to how shitty he was sure he looked. They didn’t even ask him any questions, just pushed him onto a gurney and pressed an oxygen mask to his face. The feeling of safety allowed him to close his eyes and rest even despite everyone yelling at him to wake up. They could wait just a minute while he rested his eyes… 

When he opened his eyes, he was lying in a hospital bed. He was alone as always, without family to come visit him and not important enough to his friends for them to care. Steve let out a sigh as he laid back against the pillows. He doesn’t know why he expected any different because the situation was always the same. 

Steve was well within his own self-loathing when the door to his hospital room burst open to reveal a frantic Eddie and a panting Wayne. Their faces were an eerie mixture of too pale and flushed red from exertion. Immediately upon seeing Steve awake, both men sagged in relief.

“What the fuck, Steve? Dude, the nurses made it seem like you were dying. They said that you’d been having symptoms for the past few days and ignored them which made them get a lot worse. You have pneumonia, man. There’s fluid in both of your lungs and if you waited any longer, your lung would’ve collapsed. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Eddie asked him, his hands were still shaking slightly even as he pulled them through the knots in his unruly hair. 

Steve couldn’t even wrap his head around them being here, much less come up with an answer to his question. “Why are you here?”

Eddie looked vaguely offended at his question and opened his mouth but was interrupted by Wayne. “You put me down as yer emergency contact, kid. We were real worried when we got the call.”

“Yeah, we were worried but I’m also furious. Where have you been the past few days? You could’ve called me and I would’ve come over to take care of you or give you a ride to the doctor. What the fuck were you thinking, Steven?” Eddie asked him belligerently while waving his hands around as if to spread his anger. 

“I’m always alone when I’m sick and it's not like anyone would have cared,” Steve murmured,  too tired to give the argument his all. 

“You fucking dumbass,” Eddie called him before being cuffed in the back of the head with a slap from Wayne. “Ow shit, I’m sorry. Of course we care, you fucker! You know how scared I was when we got the call from the hospital? We must’ve broken every speed limit around so we could be here with you a little sooner.”

Wayne sighed but supported his nephew’s explanation, albeit more gently. “Harrington, people care about you and hiding out when you’re sick ain’t helping no one.”

“Okay to be fair, I wasn’t hiding. I’ve been working 14 hour shifts for the past three days trying to make some money. I was just ignoring the symptoms until I could come here without missing work, which I did.” Steve defended. 

They both gave him equally blank looks. 

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard!” Dustin screamed from his position where he was eavesdropping in the doorway.

“Dustin-”

“No, Steve! We love you and if we had known you were sick, maybe it wouldn’t have gotten so bad! You should’ve told us that you were sick and you shouldn’t have ignored the symptoms just to go to work!” He yelled heatedly. 

Steve went to talk but before he could say anything, Eddie sent him a close-lipped smile and pulled Dustin out of the room. Steve was left alone with Uncle Wayne. “I’m sorry, Wayne. I didn’t-”

The older man smacked him in the arm with his hat and settled into the uncomfortable seat beside his bed. “Stop apologizing, boy. This is on us. You may be bad at realizing how loved ya are but it’s on us to make it clear to ya. Next time we’ll have to keep a closer eye on ya to make sure you’re okay. We uh, we all love ya, kid.”

To this day, Steve will say the tears that formed in his eyes were due to the oxygen cannula tickling his nose. But that night when he fell asleep, he felt a little less sick and a lot more loved.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog @newtstabber @i-less-than-three-you @carlyv @pyrohonk @trippypancakes @straight4joekeery

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[wednesdaysraven]

phantoms of my former self.

synopsis: yoko recounts her life as a vampire to her best friends at a nightshade girls’ (+ thing) sleepover.

word count: 3,026

tags: headcanons ✶ fluff ✶ not proofread

warnings: mild violence, sa (mentioned)

┈─★ note: since quite literally nothing is known about yoko or her story, besides the fact that she’s an amateur mixologist (thanks divina), i’m taking complete creative liberty here! and since it’s been confirmed that naomi will not be coming back to reprise her role as yoko, it’s safe to say we might never get to know about her past. ┈─★ note: yoko is a canonical lesbian but lesbianism in the early 1900s? people would shit themselves. my headcanon is after yoko lived through the more acceptable years of history, she started to find herself, you know? ┈─★ note: i am a huge history buff so i like to try my best when using actual history in my fics!

“You know what I just realized?” Enid asked as she painted Thing’s index finger a pretty shade of lavender. “I don’t know anything Yoko’s past or how she became a vampire.”

Divina picked her head up so fast from her card game with Wednesday and glanced toward her girlfriend who was currently sitting on the floor, playing Call of Duty with Bianca. “Oh, let’s not get into that, I’m sure Yoko doesn’t—”

Yoko paused her game with Bianca and twisted around to face the group behind her on the bed. “It’s alright, Div. I guess it would be fine to tell you. I suppose if you’ve been around as long as I have, certain things just tend not to matter as much.”

Wednesday glanced up, “You don’t have to share with us if you don’t want to, Yoko.”

“I’m alright. Let’s do this.”

୨ৎ

My grandfather, Ahikito Tanaka was one of the most feared and most respected members of the Tanaka coven. He didn’t take anything from anyone. He did what he had to protect us which earned him lots of enemies. Those enemies cost him his life when he was killed by two normie men while on business in America. I never got to meet him, but I’ve heard all sorts of stories. My mother says we would have gotten along.

For years, the Tanakas were infamous for their power tactics on normies. Our motto is 美徳は行動にある, which means “virtue lies in action.” I was born on October 11th, 1898. My mother was physic and my father was a vampire. Growing up, I used to begged my father to let me go with on business trips to America, I wanted to travel the world someday. But of course, I was too young for it. Mother was turned in 1918.

So, when my father was away, I stayed with Mother who told me stories of how our coven came to be. We weren’t born vampires, we were turned. She would tell me how my father was turned. She would tell me about why my grandfather was so brave and forceful. He had wanted to protect his future grandchildren from what he had to endure. He didn’t want history to repeat itself.

Once, I was out by myself. I was eleven then and I had snuck away from my parents’ sight and went exploring the market. I wasn’t looking where I was going, causing me to bump into someone. I looked up at the boy who was reaching out for me to take his hand. He introduced himself as Kenzo. I smiled at him in response.

From then on, Kenzo and I were best friends. We were inseparable. Kenzo was apart of the Yamamoto coven, our rival coven. So our friendship was a shushed one, she snuck away from our parents to meet up in the market every Saturday morning at 9:30. We were each other’s safe place. We were each other’s home. We gossiped about school friends, our family, our siblings and everything inbetween.

After three years of friendship, we started to slowly fall for one another. Him first, then me. We were sitting behind a fruit cart in the market, eating stolen fruit when he turned to me, with a hurt expression on his sweet face.

“My family is moving to America in two days time.” He said, taking my hand in his and holding it. He wiped the tears falling from my face with his thumb. I couldn’t believe that my best friend was leaving me. I begged him to stay with me, to stay in Japan but we both knew that wouldn’t be possible.

So, in June 1912, Kenzo and the Yamamoto coven left Japan for America and I was alone. I was there to see him off, telling him that we should write letters to each other every day. We hugged and I kissed his cheek. I was alone for the next three years.

In September 1914, my family escaped to America during World War I. Japan entered the war in August of 1914. We had already lost three of my mortal brothers to the war and my mother didn’t want to lose anyone else.

Little did my mother know, not soon after setting there, I would be killed then turned. My father wanted the coven to settle in Jericho, Vermont. Back then, it was a sweet, little, cozy town where outcasts were welcomed. One sunny monday morning, Father told me to go into to pick something up for his and Mother’s wedding anniversary.

I made my way into town, taking my time. At this moment, we didn’t know a single word of English. But thankfully, the store owner, Miss Adaline Addams, had lived in Japan for a year before the war started. She knew some Japanese, to my happiness. I told her I was there to pick up something for my parents and she responded in my native language.

I left that little shop with a huge smile on my face.

That almost completely dissipated when I walked out. I was walking home and I was stopped by an older white man. You could say, I was intrigued by him? There was just something about him that drew me in and made me want to stop and speak to him. Even if I didn’t understand the language.

I was murdered in broad daylight by a stranger I had never met before. I was a native 16 year old girl from Japan during World War and I didn’t know the first thing about the American culture who didn’t speak the language.

The man charged at me. I bunched up my skirts so I wouldn’t trip as I ran as fast as I could. I prayed that I could get back to my home before my legs gave out. I made the mistake of checking behind to see where the name was. I stumbled over a rock, falling to the ground.

Before I could get up, I was tackled from behind. I glanced up to the man on top of me. He had a glittering silver knife in his hand, he raised it and all I remember was screaming and sobbing. I remembered begging him to spare me, to let me go.

Bracing myself for the immediate, immense pain I would endure any second, I prayed that I would be saved by a bystander. The man plunged the knife into my chest twelve times, repeating the action to my stomach an extra three. I was barely breathing when the man ran off as he heard footsteps coming.

I sucked in as many breaths as I could. My purple straw hat was lying next to my body. It must have flown off when I fell. My skirts were bunched to my hips with scratches and purple bruises all over my legs. I knew I didn’t have long but I couldn’t move due to the wounds on my chest and stomach.

Then I saw him.

Kenzo had found me. My life was fading. He gave me his blood to drink as the last of my lifesource left me. He held me in his lap, waiting for me to come back to him. It was hours until I stirred wake, gasping for breath. I felt around for something to ground me, to let me know I was alive. Well, in the vampire sense of the word. Kenzo walked me back to my home. I clinged to him the whole way. I still had blood on my dress and Kenzo had literal blood on his hands from trying to stop me from bleeding out.

My father flew open the door and ushered us inside. He knew something was different in me, my mother was positive I had just been killed and brought back by my best friend. She was, of course, correct. She was right about everything, she was a mother after all. Kenzo helped me to the sofa and demanded to know what had happened.

“I was stabbed 15 times. I was assaulted and abused. Kenzo found me on the brink of death and brought me back, for that I owe him for eternity.” I explained. Kenzo had placed the present that I had recieved from the store on the front table. I had forgotten I ever had that in my hand, due to my panic.

After that fateful day, my father trained me how to hunt and feed on mortals without getting caught. When he couldn’t, Kenzo did and we bonded. Got closer than we had been before he moved.

“Do you think we’ll win the war?” He asked one day after another fine hunt. I laced my fingers with his, pulling him towards my hip, looking at the ground.

“What do you speak of? Japan or America?”

“America, of course.”

“This is not my home. The Land of the Rising Sun is. How have you forgotten where you came from?” I asked, pulling away from me, reliving my hand from his grip. I was furious. He had lived here for three years and considered this is his forever home? How could he think that?

Now, at the time, I was very loyal to my mother country. I still am, to an extent. I lived most of my mortal life there, I loved it. I loved my life in Japan before the war.

1918. The United States had won the war. Japan experienced a period of economic growth due to its wartime industry, gaining new colonies in the Pacific from Germany, and securing a position as a major world power. As for America, the postwar years saw a wave of civil rights activism.

I was there when the 19th amendment was ratified on August 20th, 1920. I was out with my friends at the time, walking down the streets of Jericho. We were discussing if we thought the 19th Amendment would pass that night.

I thought it would be a beautiful thing for women to vote. All my friends were vampires as well. Clementine was the oldest of us. She was turned in 1765 when she was twenty-two. Amelie was 18, turned in 1901 and Juliette was 19, turned 1919.

That night, it was official. Women could vote in the US. But not all of us. The amendment excluded Black, Asian, and Native American women. Native American women weren’t able to vote until 1948. Asian women wouldn’t receive that right until 1952. Black women wouldn’t recieve it until 1965. So, I smiled and clapped as my friends recieve what they had been fighting for years.

Let’s skip all the way to my favorite part of my life, the 1970s. In 1972, Nixon was president at the time. The Watergate Scandal had just broken out to the public. His popularity was at a all time low. I, however, was having a fantastic time. David Bowie had just come out with ‘The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars’ the night before. I loved all of Bowie’s work, I wanted to see him in concert so bad. Juliette had bought 4 tickets for us because I wouldn’t shut up about him.

At the time, my family and I were in New York due to my dad’s work trip. My friends tagged along since that’s where we would go see Bowie. I got to a lot of famous people on tour since I’ve seen around for so long. I actually got to see Louis Armstrong on tour when he came to Vermont in the 1940s.

September 28th, 1972. Juliette, Clementine, Amelie and I all went to see Bowie’s concert in New York. I had a blast with my best friends. We went out to eat, we sang along, we danced. One of the highlights of my life.

1976, ABBA came out with Arrival and Queen with A Day at the Races. Another highlight of my life was seeing Freddie Mercury in concert as well as ABBA. This time I went with just Kenzo. He bought me dinner, as a surprise to tell me we were seeing Queen the next night.

The night of the concert, I put my hair into two loose braids with my sunglasses atop my head. I wore red lipstick, a Queen band t-shirt and flared jeans with a leather jacket. When we got to the area, I made a beeline for the merchandise stand and bought a poster and another shirt.

Kenzo and I danced together, we sang together. In the middle of Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Kenzo pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed back then pulled away. We stared at each other for a few moments before I pulled him in again. We laughed and put our foreheads together and hugged.

1989. President George H. W. Bush was inaugurated and the Berlin Wall fell after 28 years. Kenzo and I had been together for 13 years at this point.

You’re probably thinking, “13 years and no ring?” Well, for one we were permanently 16 years old and two, our parents would never allow it. And besides, we were fine with just dating.

We were sitting in the town square, facing the statue of Joseph Crackstone when I rested my head on his shoulder and interlaced our fingers. He was reading to me as I listened. I was content just lying there, hearing his voice.

“Yoko?” He asked, closing his book. I was in the middle of braiding a piece of my hair as I hummed in response. I was too preoccupied by my hair so I rolled off the bench when he told me the following.

“I think we should see other people.”

I started at him for a few moments before I pulled myself back up to sit back on the bench. “Why? Is it something I did?”

“What? No, Yoko. Of course not.” He told me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and pulling me into a cheek kiss. I turned away from him, crossing my arms.

He continued to talk, “I just...I feel like we’re been friends since 1909, that’s a long time. We need to take a break. We can still be friends, of course.”

“If you don’t like me, just say it.”

He just stared at me until I stood up, grabbed my bag and headed towards the flowershop next to Uriah’s Heap. “Nice knowing you, Kenzo. もしかしたら別の人生で.”

I never saw him again after that day. Last I heard of him, he had been killed by a normie on his way home in June of 1990. He was stabbed through the heart. He was 93 years old.

1991. I had been around for 93 years at this point. My father was away in Japan on business and my mother had went off to work. I was home alone.

Our new neighbors had moved in the morning before. They were a family of psychics. Their oldest daughter was named Francine and she was beautiful. She had red hair, brown eyes. And the cutest freckles across her nose and cheeks.

I was in love with her from the moment I saw her.

I was working at Uriah’s Heap when she came in with her friends, laughing and talking. They were wearing Nevermore uniforms. I hadn’t even heard of Nevermore at this point, despite it being around since the 1700s. I watched Francine from the counter as she looked around the clothes and other items in the store.

That night, I begged my parents to let me enroll. I knew we had the money due to my dad’s job. So, after hours and hours of pleading and begging, they let me go.

We met with Headmaster Nightstar the next morning. He could tell how badly I wanted to go to this school. He asked me to wait out in the hall while he spoke to my parents. I bounced on my heels, looking at the different art and plaques on the walls.

Then Francine bumped into me. I was completely enamored by this girl, so much so I literally forgot how to speak English and reverted to Japanese.

She looked at me like I had three heads. I blinked at her twice and laughed. Taking a deep breath, I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. “Yoko Tanaka. Vampire. I’m your neighbor.”

“Francine Lawrence, psychic. Nice to meet you.”

Francine and I were inseparable from then on. We went over to each other’s houses, we had sleepovers, we gossiped. We had fun. We were sitting in our shared dorm when she confessed that she had a crush on me. I immediately kissed her in response. We were together for eight years before she moved to New York with her family.

2024. I met some of the best people in my life who I wouldn’t trade for anything. I know these people wouldn’t leave me. We have a bond that no one can break and I love them with my heart. I went a bubbly pink werewolf, her goth girlfriend, a queen bee siren and an adorable, gorgeous girl who I fell in love with.

I have been on this earth for 126 years. People have come in and out of my life for different reasons. They all have taught me something. Never take this life for granted, do what you can when you can.

୨ৎ

Divina pressed a little kiss to her cheek before laying her head on Yoko’s shoulder. “We love you, Yoks.”

“I must say, your story was quite interesting.” Wednesday said, her hands fold in her lap as Enid ubbraided and rebraided her hair. “How many victims have you had over the years?”

Enid swatted her arm, “You can’t just ask that!”

“I never really fed on humans, more small animals when I could.”

“Pity.” Wednesday crossed her arms.

Bianca rolled her eyes, smiling as Thing finished he nail design. She fistbumped him and turned to her friends, “Who wants to watch a movie?”

Yoko scooted in with Divina as Bianca turned the movie on. She whispered, “I really love you, Div.”

“And I really love you, honey.”

[enkisstories]

Gingerrose in 30 pics

So here is another look back on the first story one of my couples appeared in.

It's set in the Star Wars universe and branches from canon halfway through The last Jedi. For those unfamiliar with the movie, in the broadest strokes it is about the last defenders of the Galactic Republic being on the run from the evil space empire.

In my story the heroes get joined by a disgruntled General of said empire. General Hux hasn't grown desillusioned about the First Order, he is just very, very pissed about a succession issue.

In the beginning Rose and Hux are only ever part of group conversations. He's partially responsible for her homeworld's destruction and caused her sister's death a handful of days ago. And she's even more evil in his book, having bitten him. No, these two do not have anything to say to each other.

The group is chasing after an artifact that will lead them to a place of power, power that they must not let fall into their enemies' hands. At one point they have a group meal, and the sims separate themselves onto different tables. Rose and Hux end up at the same table, alone.

The silence is more suffocating than Rey's first attempt at mac 'n cheese.

Soon after that meal the group passes time by playing a vintage computer game. Both Hux and Rose think they have won and cheer loudly. For a minute or so they have forgotten whom exactly they enthuse with here...

...but on the next planet it's back to strictly avoiding each other again.

(Spoilered for length)

At this point Rose & Hux isn't on the table yet. To the contrary, Hux gets flirted at regularly by Poe, much to the dismay of that one's boyfriend.

Finn confronts Hux about this. The General admits that there may be a mutual attraction, but also that he couldn't be any less interested in pursuing a relationship with Poe. He also casually drops the info that he doesn't "sleep with people for recreational purpose" while not ruling out the possibility of romantic attachment in general.

The heroes solve the riddle of Exegol and succeed in de-powering their arch-nemesis, Kylo Ren. It is time to part ways with Hux, but the rebels cannot just let an enemy of that calibre go free.

After everything they went through together, Hux offers the heroes to join him to rule the world together. They extend the same offer to him - join us and help free the galaxy.

In the end there is no common ground to be found. Rose electroshocks Hux and he gets taken to a secret prison.

A few months later Hux has escaped crater prison, but so has a monstrous, telepathic plant called Godmother. The First Order and the rebels once again join forces, this time semi-officially.

The brief time with his own faction has once again reminded Hux that despite his rank he is very much an outsider at home. The only ones who ever treated him respect have been the rebels. Hux is looking forwards to working with them again, to the point where he buys those "enemies of order and civilisation" chocolate treats upon the reunion. But Poe sees something even sweeter and the flirting begins anew.

When the group walks to their space ship, Hux and Rose hang back significantly and even feel comfortable enough around each other to chat.

Zooming in I caught them holding hands like this and that pretty much sold the pairing to me. Now I just had to make it work somehow.

To combat Godmother, the heroes need a full genetic profile of her. Problem: Their enemy already controls the government and the part not yet controlled is busy sweeping the goings on under the carpet. Most of their investigation consists of breaking into places.

During one such forays into a restricted zone Rose breaks a computer and with that leaves evidence of them having been here. When Ben yells at her for that, the other four unite against him, acting as a union.

Then comes the infamous Rylothberry wine incident, where everyone gets drunk, Poe and Hux duel with lightsabers and Rose walks into their blades. Poe's blade almost cuts into Rose's shoulder. Hux blocks with all his (drunken) might.

What could have been the beginning of a love story ends instead in Hux agreeing to a threemating with Finn and the stricken Poe.

Finn hopes that once the other two have acted on their desire, they can move on.

Next door Rose confides to Rey that she has a crush on both Finn and Hux, but hadn't said anything, willing to wait which one would get together with Poe.

Now she has lost them both and it hurts.

The group has to retreat to an underground bunker, where they continue their work. Hux and Rose become lab partners. They enjoy the quiet hours working together, still not talking much.

Hux overhears Rose receiving a call from a distant uncle. Turns out she has jokingly asked for an arranged marriage as a child, when she had thought to be too shy to ever pursue a boyfriend. Now the uncle has found her a partner.

Since Rose' homeworld is officially occupied by the First Order, Hux and Ben change a law to void the marriage contract.

Rose is perplexed. What made these two think that she'd agreed to this wedding?

Although he has been a fool, this one time Hux has meant well, what results in the first kiss of the lab partners.

Rose repeats her offer to the General. The bait has become tastier, but he's not quite ready to jump ship.

Things spiral downwards when the group has finished an experimental antivenom to Godmother's mind control. Both Rey and Hux had temporarily fallen victim to her, so Rose sees no choice but to test the antivenom on one of her friends and she picks Hux.

The choice is logical, but a sacrifice on a personal level, especially since the subject surviving wasn't a 100% given.

Silence rules again between these two, only this time cut by the occasional snark.

Rey and Hux find themselves exiled from the bunker due to their lingering infection. They find shelter in a landspeeder factory, where Hux does some growing up.

Among other things he gets over his aversion to kitchen work, learns to bake and realizes that he has a lot more to apologize for than Rose has. Right or wrong, he needs to make the first step.

The duo returns to the bunker, where they have been sorely missed. Everyone admits to have acted on emotion rather than rationally.

This is the last scene Rose and Hux have together in this chapter. He will stay behind to coordinate the planet's defenses, while Rose joins the group that confronts Godmother in person.

Time passes. An elaborate scheme makes Rey Palpatine the new Supreme Leader of the First Order, supported by Ben and Hux. This leads to a civil war and an extended siege on the planet Batuu, that threatens to become the site of a second battle of Jakku.

Rey's faction of the First Order allies with the Resistance and so Rose and Hux meet again on Batuu. Watching an Admiral swing around his grandson, they think of children of their own...

The couple is seen all over town, not hiding their relationship in the least.

Rose continues her work as commander of the engineering corps. Poe coordinates Batuu's aerial defence.

Meanwhile Hux and Finn form a crime battling unit, essentially acting as cops, a lifestyle that agrees with Hux a lot. Together they manage to destroy a criminal syndicate that not just plagued Black Spire, but also aided the rival faction of the First Order.

During the investigations it comes to light that Finn is the son of a crimelady from Batuu, who fled the planet.

Eventually the topic of children and with that of sex comes up. Hux is afraid that Rose might leave him if he doesn't feel the desire as often as her. He admits that his low sex drive had always been a source of pride to him, a cut above crude nature.

The problem is solved by all four agreeing to a semi-open relationship that only involves them, but no outsider.

Rose and Hux then win Batuu's first lightsaber tournament in the category non-force sensitives.

These duels normally have a clear winner, but a glitch in the game caused the finale to end in a draw. Never has a glitch been more welcome!

Although the letter of their alliance doesn't require him to, Hux shares a patent of his with the Resistance: He teaches them Hyperspace tracking, not just the makeshift counter Rose has already worked on, but the full technique.

At this point he believes in a co-existence with the annoying Republic and in Rey's ability to rule the galaxy.

However, after the civil war ends with Rey's faction being victorious, the First Order lets through that they are not interested in cooperation. They rebel against Rey in more or less subtle ways. The last straw is a trooper arresting Poe for having grown a beard - his ID no longer matches his appearance.

Hux publicly admonishes the trooper, only to get attacked by her.

Hux and Poe return to the Resistance base, where Rey is already waiting for them.

The reforming experiment has failed, the best they can hope for is for more First Order leaders to defect and help bring down the structure.

Rose and Hux - now a Commander of the Resistance - part ways again when Finn wants to explore his heritage and Rose and Poe go with him. Much to his relieve the crime syndicate lead turns out to be a red herring - the woman in question has been his nanny, not his mother.

The friends meet again at the Chapman farm on Batuu, where Finn meets his real mother and younger brother.

Rose, Hux, Poe and Finn decide to stay on Batuu. Poe will marry Finn, and Rose and Hux will build a home close to the Chapman farm.

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Sources:

A new hope on Exegol

Godmother strikes back

The return to Batuu

These are chapters 5 - 7 of a story with my sims in the Star Wars/Batuu setting. Chapters 1-4 were starring my OCs with the occasional appearance of Kylo Ren and Rey as npc.

[jadexia]

"Room!"

"Nico- ya!" Law said screaming running towards Robin while she was passed out on the ground, as enemies got closer to them, he used his room ability to send the enemies bodies all around the island, Law was so pissed you could feel the intense dark aura surrounding him.

-3 HOURS EARLIER-

Pirates has been tailing Nico Robin to turn her into the navy or to use her, ever since their first appearance back after 2 years in Dressora, A pirate group found the perfect opportunity to kidnap Nico Robin when she was alone while her crew was separated from her.

"Nico- ya?" Law said looking around, as he got closer to the beach he noticed Robin's glasses on the sand, he ran over towards the her glasses, he looked around for her and saw a pirate ship far into the distance he figured Robin had been kidnapped and rushed over to the polar tang, he order his nakama to start the polar tang and to follow the pirate ship.

-1 HOUR LATER (Pirate Base)-

"So she is the infamous demon child" said the first pirate

"She doesn't look like much, you got the poison" the second pirate said

The first pirate bring out a cup full of a purple liquid poison, they cupped Robin's mouth and forced her to drink the poison, they laughed at her while she couldn't do anything and was helpless, once they finished they locked the sea prism cell door. While they were distracted Robin was able to grab a key before they left, when they left she unlocked her sea prism handcuff, and unlocked her cell while trying to run away her energy depleted and she passed out.

Meanwhile outside the pirate base Law and his nakama arrived, Law rushed out and used his room to take down the enemies that approached him. He entered the pirate base, he was so angry when the pirate guards saw him they feared and didn't want to approach him, Law kept walking towards the lowest part of the base panicking when he couldn't find her.

He went to the basement, there where pirates that were captured to be turned in looking gloomy yelling at Law to let them free but Law ignored them running towards the large gate, he used his room to get to the other side there he saw Robin passed out on the floor, her face was flushed and she was sweating a lot.

"Nico- ya!!' Law ran over towards Robin he found her sweating profusely, she kept on panting trying to breath "What did they do to you"

Law picked her up bridal style and used his ability to get them on the other side of the gate, he rushed quickly towards the Polar Tang where his nakama were, he order them to start the submarine he rushed past his nakama ignoring them, he rushed Robin to his room and put her on the medical bed, and rushed to check her symptoms.

"Poison!? Law panicked he went through his medical poison book, and he went through the book, he stopped on a page that fit the description, it was a poison that slowly killed someone from the inside, he asked Bepo go help get the ingredients to cure the poison but there was one ingredient missing. Robin slowly began to open her eyes, she grabbed Law's hands that were trembling.

"Nico- ya, how are you feeling" Law said holding her hand back, she replied weakly

"I'm fine…”

Bepo ran into the room and placed the ingredients next to him. "Captain we don't have emerald dust!"

Law turned to Bepo surprised, he didn't know what to do, emerald was hard to come by.

"Torao- kun.. my bag, I.. have an emerald neck..lace" Robin said trying to get up

Law made her lay back down and had Penguin go get her emerald necklace, while Law was starting to make the antidote, Bepo and Schachi were keeping Robin hydrated and cleaning her sweat. Penguin rushed into the room with the emerald necklace.

-30 MINUTES LATER-

Law finished made the antidote and Robin was now resting. Law was next to her the whole time afraid that if he leaves something might happen to her again.

After a while Robin had open her eyes, although her vision was a bit blurry she was able to make out her surroundings, she turned over to see Law, who was a nap. Robin cupped his face and gave him a kiss on the forehead, which caused him to wake up.

" fufufu, did I wake you?" Robin said

When Law realized that she was awake and back to her old self again he quickly grabbed her and hugged her so tight that she couldn’t get free.

"This side of you always gets me surprised but I like it " she said in a teasing tone, Law smirks and put his arms around her waist,

"Even though you almost died you still find a way to tease me"

Law held her tighter which made it harder for her to break free from him, but when Law lips touched her she felt at ease and let him take control.

[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Viking

Simon Riley x sniper! Reader

Call sign: Viking. VI for short.

Specialty: sniping and stealth.

Viking wears Norse war paint, any type of your choosing.

A new recruit is added to the 141, they have been specifically chosen for the task force by Captain Price. What happens when Ghost can't seem to read this new member?

The day I arrive on base is slightly overwhelming, the base is about the same as my old one, but seeing as I've been chosen for the special task force 141, it's a little intimidating.

I hop out of the helicopter, my duffel slung over my shoulder and it's now that I'm glad I decided to wear my paint. A man wearing a skull painted balaclava stands a few feet away from the heli. I see who I assume is Captain Price, based on his facial hair and infamous hat. Next to him stands a man with a mowhawk, I've been told this guy is called Soap. I walk towards the group, my face still like a stone in a neutral expression, my eyes scanning the area before approaching any further.

"Viking, glad you could make it. As I'm sure you know, I'm Captain John Price, just call me Price. This here is ghost," he gestures towards the man with the balaclava, he gives no response. "And this is Soap." He gestures to the man with a mowhawk. So I was right then. Soap gives a nod, I give one in return.

"glad I could make it sir. Do I need to do anything before I find my way to the barracks?" I say, my tone flat and waiting for a response. Ghost huffs and turns around walking away, I ignore it. Price and Soap shrug, allowing him to walk away and Price answers my question.

"No, no tasks need done for the moment, Soap here will show you to the barracks. There's a briefing in 0200, don't be late." He says, then walks off in the same direction Ghost had gone.

"Well, seems you're comin' with me to the barracks then. This way." Soap says with a nod. I follow after him and watch as he fidgets with some loose wires.

"you're the demolition specialist." I say, though it was meant to sound like a question, it came out as a statement. He huffs a small chuckle and nods

"that would be me yes, the wires give it away?"

I nod, adjusting my duffel on my shoulder so it's not digging into my neck as much. We finally reach the barracks and soap shows me which cot will be mine and where my locker will be in the bathroom. I place my duffel next to my cot and nod to Soap. He looks at the time on his watch.

"you've got about 30 minutes before the briefing. See you there Viking!" Soap then leaves and I'm alone in the barracks. I look around slightly and start placing my things in their places. I adjust my shirt and make shirt the black holster on my thigh is still attached, tightening it slightly and placing my pistol in it. I check just above it for my knives and find all 3 are still secured. I then leave the barracks and make my way to the main building, Price meets me at the door and walks me to a training room if sorts.

"this briefing will be a smidge different. You'll be showing your skills to your new teammates in the dark." He says, a slightly smug expression on his face. The others in the room, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz I assume, all stare at him, clearly not having been informed until now.

I turn to Price and nod, walking to one corner as they all watch, Price counts down from 5, turning the lights off at 3. The hunt begins. I blink twice whilst my eyes adjust, remembering where the equipment in the room is as I feel the vibrations of someone approaching from my left, I jump and kick the air near me, landing a kick to someone's jaw. I'll feel bad later, right now, I need to survive this drill. The more I stay in place the easier they can find me, I calm my breathing to be silent as I silently run towards the last place I saw ghost, I see the shadow of his hulking figure and approach it slowly, carefully jumping onto his back and covering his mouth through the mask, his hands come up to grab me and I take my opportunity to swing around his waist, using my grip on his head and his weight to my advantage, flipping him onto his back, tapping him twice as a silent drill kill.

Price suddenly turns the light back on and I'm blinded for a moment, soap runs at me, blood running from his nose, and he swings a nasty right hook into my jaw, I recoil and quickly recover, dropping down and swinging my leg underneath him, effectively taking him down, I tap him twice like I did Ghost and he stays down, knowing the taps. Price is behind me putting me into a tight headlock before I can think. My eyes widen and I quickly throw an elbow to his ribs, lifting my arms to his face and plunging my thumbs into his eyes, pushing enough to hurt but not to injure. He yells and releases me, a hand over his eyes as he backs away.

I turn and Gaz is running at me, a fake knife pulled as I fight him off, keeping the hand weilding the knife away from my body. I finally tripped him and he goes down, I tap his chest two times and stand up, still silently moving as I return next to the door.

Price stands up and a small smile is on his face at my empty expression.

"you live up to your reputation. I was expecting as much but you can never be too sure. Good work soldier. " the other men stand up and I accidentally make direct eye contact with Ghost. He holds it and I refuse to look away, not allowing his dead looking eyes to deter my confidence in my skills. He blinks after a minute and walks out the door, a quiet grunt coming out of his mouth as Soap explains to him how I kicked him before he even knew he had found me.

This is going to be one interesting task force.

[tragedia]

Here's a list of fixed narrative points for the timeline of Shiri's life:

9:07 — Shiri is born to a Dalish mother, who had left the clan with her lover to protect them and an ethnically Dalish wanted infamous apostate who was taken to a circle as a child, and is currently on the run.

9:07 - 9:13 — The three of them travel throughout Thedas, changing their locations often and keeping out sight so they can live their life in peace.

9:13 — Shiri's father is contacted by old friends, who were paid to do research in secret, and is offered protection for him and his family.

9:13 - 9:19 — The Madralas move to Antiva City, where Shiri is raised until she turns twelve, while her parents work with other apostates on research.

9:19 — The whole operation turns out to be a bust. The Madralas are betrayed by a jealous friend, who sends templars on their trail. They flee and Shiri's father separates from his wife and child to protect them. While he's taken, they're made to believe he was killed. They're caught in Ferelden and Shiri's mother is killed by templars while trying to protect her daughter. Shiri is twelve when taken to Kinloch Fold. Although her memory is somewhat fragmented at the beginning, Shiri's memory loss during interrogation and after is greatly exaggerated.

9:19 - 9:25 — Shiri receives an education as the Circle's apprentice.

9:25 — Shiri goes through her Harrowing at eighteen years old.

9:25 - 9:30 — Shiri works as an Enchanter for the Circle, jumping at every possible job that allows her to leave the Tower, even if it's just for a day or two.

9:30 — Shiri is chosen as one of the mages present at the Battle of Ostagar. She survives, although not without injury and returns with Wynne back to Kinloch Fold, where events of the Broken Circle unfold. After, she offers to join the Warden willingly, and can be recruited as a companion. If she's not recruited, she's still one of the mages who join the Battle of Denerim.

9:31 — Regardless of the status of recruitment, shortly after the 5th Blight ends, Shiri leaves the Circle for good, destroying her phylactery and becoming an apostate like her father.

9:31 - 9:36 — This time is dependable on the status of recruitment, however Shiri also gets involved with the rebel mages during that time regardless; recruitment just impacts how hands on she is during that time. She's also actively doing research, and this period of time is what grants her a reputation as a bit of a heretic and leads to infamy.

9:36 — Shiri finds out her father is, in fact, alive, but has been turned tranquil. After finding out he's at the Gallows, she promptly leaves for Kirkwall to try and rescue him. She stays to help the mages.

9:37 — Shiri's present for the Kirkwall Rebellion. She helps the escaping mages in any way she can, but doesn't find her father during the events.

9:37 - 9:38 — Shiri finds her father later, who was rescued and taken care of by other escaping mages. By then, her father has been sick for a while and isn't doing so well. She stays to try and cure him of his illness, as well as tranquility, while reaching out towards her old rebel friends, who refuse to spare resources for a tranquil.

9:38 — Her father, despite being tranquil, saves Shiri's life and dies despite her best efforts to stop it.

9:38 - 9:41 — Shiri tries to help innocent mages during the war, but her interaction with leading groups is minimal. The events of this part also depend on her recruitment and relationship with the Origins team.

9:41 — She's not present for the Conclave, but can be contacted and will arrive already in Haven; otherwise she joins the Inquisition on her own when already at Skyhold. However, she's more withdrawn than usual during that time.

9:41 - 9:44 — Events depend on the plotted interactions, however I know she'd do her best to help during the events of the Inquisition. IF high approval with the Warden, she'd still be looking for the cure for the Blight in the meantime.

9:44 - 9:52 — While events of this period of time are up for plotted interactions, Shiri also becomes very interested in her Dalish origins in this period of time. This leads her to the Veil Jumpers. She joins them and remains there until the events of the Veilguard, though this is conditional (based on specific plotting).

9:52 — Would offer to help during the Veilguard.

[fancylala4]

I really hate how people act like Lee gai was some super villain for “lying” about her age when she was being forced to! She was under the company for years and was even going to be in the original line up of baby vox until she injured her leg. There was no way the company didn’t know her true age. It was the company’s fault, not hers. She really didn’t deserve all that hate for it.

Also a few other things:

I also didn’t think she looked as old as people thought she did. Who ever was in charge of dressing the group up made her wore these childish outfits and put her in makeup that didn’t suit her. She looked way better when she didn’t have to wear pig tails and puffy hair ties.

I don’t think she was as bad as a dancer as people think she was. She did well in the choreography for “yayaya” and “haircut”. She struggled with “change” because that was one of the most difficult choreography baby vox has ever had. I noticed that the other members of baby vox didn’t do this choreography again after this era except when they did their concert. Even then, most of the dancing for the song was done by backup dancers. Also, I did hear something that she also struggled because she had a leg injury before hand and that impacted her dancing ability. She did not struggle because of her age. There are many dancers who are in their 30s and older who are great dancers.

It was messed up that they replaced her with a 15 year old. Especially since that girl had to deal with so much pain and trauma during the 3rd album because of some unhinged anti fans. Putting a child through that is ok but having a 30 year old in the group isn’t?

I really feel bad for Lee gai. I even heard that she got some account on YouTube to take down videos of her because she’s so ashamed and traumatic about that time in her life. She wants people to forget about her. Unfortunately for her, she’s the most infamous member in the group if your going by the amount of YouTube videos about her and that she’s the first person who pops up on google if you search baby vox.

She was my favorite member. I love her parts on “change” and “yayaya”. She really deserved better. Justice for lee gai!