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helplesslypurple77 · 1 month ago

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Day 11-Missionary-Kurapika/Reader

Notes: ok so this one is also gonna be a bit shorter because I decided to add some honeycomb smocking to my Kurapika cosplay and i WAY overestimated how long that would take lol.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Kurapika follows his new client down the hallway of a large house, feet loud on the hardwood floor. Two sets of footsteps echo in the hallway, bouncing off the high ceilings and the paintings lining the walls. The house is gigantic, it had taken his new Boss ten minutes of relative silence to lead Kurapika through the maze of courtyards and hallways and dining rooms. Mostly empty rooms, occupied only with maids and butlers of various ranks. They eye Kurapika with curiosity as they pass by. There are no bodyguards on the premises.

Interesting, considering that was Kurapika’s new job. The Boss must be very sure of his own abilities. Mafia leaders frequently are. Still, this man seems to be different. More quietly threatening than the blustering threats and red faces of the men he was used to.

“You're aware of your duties?” The Boss says, tossing the words carelessly over his shoulder as he turns the corner into yet another hallway. The are white with pink and black stripes running up and down a startling in comparison to the beige and white ones Kurapika had just walked through.

“I will be your bodyguard, correct?” Kurapika responds, blinking his eyes to adjust to the violently pink and black walls. What a color change.

“Almost.” The man in front of him says, arms folded across his chest.

“I'm sorry?” Kurapika questions. The job posting definitely said that was what the opening was for. The lady at the job office had even commented on it, calling it a rare posting. “I was sure tha—”

“I intentionally misled you, and I apologize.” The Boss laughs, as a maid dressed in a baby pink maid uniform walks by, smiling brightly at the two of them. Kurapika blinks. All the other servants had been dressed in simple black pants and vests, regardless of gender. Two more maids walk by, one dressed in black and the other in white. They match the walls.

“Mislead me?” Kurapika questions, wondering if he's being led to his death.

“For safety reasons.” The Boss says, dodging yet another maid, this one running down the hall at breakneck speed, her bubbly pink maid dress bouncing brightly. She speeds past him and Kurapika gets a quick lungful of expensive perfume and baked goods. These maids are clearly very different from the ones in the rest of the house, what is going on here.

At the end of the hallway is a single door, painted pink, with designs of little black hearts scattered haphazardly all across it. The rest of the doors in the hallway were white. They come to a stop before it, and the boss tosses a small smile over his shoulder.

“Straighten your shoulders. You don't want to make a bad first impression.” He laughs, tapping quietly at the door. “Your job depends on it.”

Kurapika adjusts his posture, mind running at light speed to figure out what the hell is going on here. He dusts off the lapels of his black suit, hiding the chains that adorn his right hand. It's better to hide them.

The door opens a crack and a stern looking woman peeks out, surveying their small group.

“Hey Rosanne, the new bodyguard is here.” The boss says. Rosanne opens the door wider, eyeing him up and down through a small pair of thick rimmed glasses. She's probably middle aged, with dark black hair pulled into a tight bun. Her dress is different from the other maids. She must be a head maid of sorts.

“Do you really think this is wise?” Rosanne says, not even bothering to speak to him. Kurapika frowns slightly, standing still a few feet behind his Boss.

Kurapikas ears perk up. Who’s she? The boss just chuckles.

“Worth it to try, Rosanne.” He says, clapping Kurapika roughly on the shoulders. “I wish you luck.”

“Thank you sir,” Kurapika says, watching as the boss departs down the hallway, dodging around busy maid after busy maid. There are no male employees in this area of the building. Kurapika doesn't think he’s seen one since the butlers in the main entrance. Maybe that's a bad sign.

“This way.” Rosanne says, opening the door wider, tapping one black heeled foot. Kurapika steps through the door, trying not to wince as she slams it behind him.

“May I ask where we are going?” Kurapika asks as they start down another long hallway, the walls still black, white and baby pink stripped.

“No.” Rosanne says, marching down the hallway. Kurapika sighs as they turn the corner into yet another hallway. The few maids that pass Kurapika eye him curiously, whispering to each other as they pass by. Kurapika feels a bit like a exotic pet, being viewed curiously from all sides by curious maids. At least these ones aren't as obviously hostile as the woman marching in front of him.

Finally, Rosanne stops before another pink and black door. She leans forward, knocking twice.

“Young miss, I'm here with the new bodyguard.” She says, leaning her head against the door.

Kurapika stands a few feet behind her. Young miss. She must be speaking of the Boss’s wife. A small silence echoes in the hallway, and then someone speaks.

“Send them in, Rosanne.” A voice says from behind the door. Rosanne pulls away, laying a hand on the door. She eyes him up and down, her blue eyes piercing into the depths of his soul. And then she opens the door.

The first thing Kurapika sees is a large bed, shrouded almost completely by thin lace curtains that fall from the ceiling. Someone is sitting on the bed, one leg over the other on the edge white and pink duvet. The walls are baby pink and white, the vanity in one corner of the room is pink, and laden with pots and sprays of various shapes and sizes. Kurapika can see himself in the large floor length mirror opposite him. He stands out in the sea of pink and white, a lone figure dressed in black.

“Oh, a girl!” The figure says, and Kurapikas are drawn back to the figure on the bed as you jump down, sock covered feet hitting the white carpeted floor without a sound. The white floaty dress you wear dances around your thighs, just touching the skin a few inches above the top of your knee. You tilt your head, hair tumbling from your white headband around your shoulders.

“How new! Take your shoes off, ok?”

Kurapika shakes himself out of his pink induced daze and nods, slipping off his black dress shoes and stepping forward onto the white carpet. It's soft beneath his feet as he moves towards you, extending his hand when he arrives before you.

“I'm the new bodyguard your father—”

“Oh, you're a boy?” You question, taking his offered hand a firm shake. Your hands are warm. “And I know why you're here.”

“Oh,” Kurapika says, a bit off his game. You smile, a pretty face glowing under the soft white light of your overhead chandelier. You can't be the boss’s wife. You can't be much older than him.

“You can sit there.” You say, letting go of his hand and gesturing at a single pink chair, sitting awkwardly in the middle of your carpet. It's the same shade of pink as the vanity in the corner.

Kurapika shakes himself out of his confused pretty girl pink induced coma, and follows your instructions, sitting upright on the white lace cushion sitting on the chair. You smile, hopping back up on the edge of your bed with a smile.

“Well then,” You say, crossing one leg over the other. “Let's get to know each other.”

✶✶✶

Kurapika settles into his job quickly. It's pretty easy, all he has to do is accompany you wherever you go, occasionally stepping in to deal with weirdos who follow you home or assassins contracted by your fathers enemies. They're never really that powerful, and he's always able to dispatch them quickly enough. The maids are sweet to him, always ready to clean blood out of his suits or occasionally help him dispose of a body or even a living person. Even Rosanne doesn't regard him with outright disgust now, only a face of apathy.

But very soon, a problem is starting to become apparent. You. It's not like you're difficult to work with. Far from it actually. You're quite normal and sweet for the daughter of a major criminal, and always ready to give him days off or presents or thanks for his hard work. Actually, you're too nice. Too sweet. Too pretty. Kurapika might be developing a bit of a crush on you.

He noticed it one night when he had finished mopping up a batch of assassins that had targeted you. You had been so pleased you yanked him around, pulling him into a tight hug. You smelled of flowery perfume and sweet sugar candies, and Kurapika could feel the press of your boobs against his chest, and you whispered in his ear a thank you and his heart was beating too fast when you pulled away. He had assumed it was a one time thing. You were a pretty girl, it was only natural that he would be a little embarrassed if you hugged him like that.

And then he started noticing details about you.

Your smile, your laugh, the low cut tops of some of your dresses.

How kind and generous you were to your employees. How all your maids loved you, loved working you and often gushed in the employee only areas about how sweet and cute you were. How welcoming you were to him as a newcomer, how you often invited him to just hang out with you and watch some show, or worried for his safety after a fight.

So maybe he had a problem. It was not right to have a crush on someone you were employed to protect. Worse yet were the beats of lust he felt when he saw too much of the skin shown by those little nightgowns you favored. Kurapika shoves down the images that rise as he thinks about those stupid nightgowns, looking around the empty hallways surreptitiously for any maids that might have stayed behind.

But thankfully he was the only person in the long hallway. Kurapika sinks against the floor with a sigh, body folding down the striped walls with exhaustion. Thank god all the maids are away for a training session. Even Rosanne is gone, visiting family for her younger sister's wedding. You offered him a day off as well, but he had refused it, a bit too worried to leave you alone. Admittedly, he was a bit of a simp, but the worry he felt for you also doubled as part of his job, or so he could justify to himself.

Kurapika had done bodyguard work before. But never solo. He was the only bodyguard employed at the whole estate. When he had asked, you had told him that the main estate maids were just as good. And that your father was very powerful. Not like you needed to tell him. He knew. Everyone did.

He had asked you softly why he was employed there, and only a single bodyguard at that. You had informed him with a giggle that your father was a worrywart. That he worried about yucky men stealing his daughter away in the middle of the night. Kurapika couldn't blame him. He would steal you away if he could.

Kurapika stands up abruptly, smacking the stray thought out of his head with a sigh. What the actual hell kind of thoughts is he giving himself permission to repeat. Hurriedly, he sets off on his patrol of the empty hallway. There's nothing better to do anyway. You had shooed him from your room, your head tilted down and your ears red. You must have something important to do.

Kurapika reaches the end of the hallway, opening the door silently and looking up and down the white corridor that marks the rest of the estate from your quarters, and then starts back down the hallway towards the forbidden lacy depths of your room.

As he nears, he notices something odd. The door to your room is cracked open, a thin sliver of white light pouring over the hardwood flooring. Kurapika stills, straining his ears into the silence of the corridor. You always close your door. You like your privacy.

All he hears at first is silence. Not a sound leaks from your room and into the corridor with the light. Kurapika moves forward on silent feet.

Dread builds in his heart. There is a window in your room. What if someone had creeped into your bedroom through the small window and made off with you in your pink lacy nightgown and white bedroom slippers. Kurapika shudders. He cant feel any nen, but a skilled nen user could easily conceal their presence, not alerting him that anything was wrong at all. He avoids any noise, moving silently on his toes, concealing his presence as he steps towards the cracked door, avoiding the light leaking out of the room.

And then he hears it. A soft little sound that fills his heart with fear. A whimper.

Kurapika moves fast, opening the door with a slam, chains already flying around him. It takes him a minute to realize what's happening. You're safe, ok and lying on your bed, the lavender light of your mood lights slanting your body with lowlight. Your head rests on your pillow, your eyes closed. Your mouth parts in another whimper, and Kurapika frowns. You dont look like you're in pain. He scans your body carefully checking for injuries.

Your still in the nightgown he left you in, and Kurapika gulps as his eyes scan past the mounds of your boobs, down your abdomen to where the hem is rucked up above your hips, so that your hands can reach—

Kurapika coughs, finally realizing what the hell is going on as his cheeks flush with mortification, blood running between his cheeks and ears, and down south.

Your eyes open, and you sit up abruptly as you spot him. Your hand leaves its spot between your legs and you avoid his eyes, flushed a pretty pink. Your hair is mussed, tousled by the tossing and turning you had been doing on your pillows. You cross one leg over the other, shifting slightly. You aren't wearing any panties. Kurapika feels himself swell to life, rubbing painfully against the slacks of his work suite. He hopes you won't notice.

“I apologize name,” Kurapika gets out, clearing his throat hastily as he continues. “I heard—I mean I thought you were—I um…”

He trails off, and the room sinks into uncomfortable silence permeated by a slight tension. He turns away, staring resolutely at your cluttered vanity, praying his arousal will go down.

You cough.

“Kurapika?” You question tentatively, voice sounding a bit flustered. Kurapika jerks his head towards you again, fearing the worst.

“Yes?” He asks, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Your eyes are looking at him. Kurapika watches in horror as they sink down, taking in the probably obvious arousal pressing against his work pants, begging to be freed. He winces.

“I'm sorry.” He says. The silence seems to last forever, but it probably only lasts for a couple seconds before you speak.

“Do you know much about it?” You say tentatively. You're biting your lips, hands winding around in your lap as you look up at him. Kurapika shoves down the arousal that rises again as his eyes are drawn to your bitten lips.

“About what?” He asks, moving a bit closer. Not to close, but not ten feet away.

“Um,” You whisper, your cheeks flushing as you wave him closer. Kurapika is treated to a view of your cleavage as you lean forward, whispering the word as if it's forbidden. “Sex.”

“Oh,” Kurapika says, voice stilted. “A bit.”

He doesn't know much, but he probably knows more than you. You're a few months younger than him, but you're much more sheltered than he ever was. But then again, Kurapika was always more focussed on his revenge to bother with girls or sex or anything of the like.

You wind a finger in your hair, cheeks flush prettily. Kurapika knows his own cheeks are flushed as well, not to mention the obvious sign of arousal that just refuses to go down.

“Can you teach me?” You ask, voice trembling slightly. Kurapika chokes.

“Teach you?” He asks, once the coughing fit finally subsides. You nod, eyes wide and curious, hands knotted in your lap.

“Yeah,” You whisper, and Kurapika watches in shock as your hand reaches out, pressing gently against the bulge in his pants. A groan gets out before he can muffle it, as the heat and pressure of your hand shoots a blinding line of pleasure up his spine and into his brain. Kurapika grips your delicate wrist, pulling your dealy hand off of his growing bulge. You look up at him, all nervous smiles and curious eyes.

“Did that not feel good,” You mutter, hand trembling a bit in his fingers. Kurapika shakes his head.

“No, it did.” He groans, resisting the temptation to put your hand right back where it belonged. ‘But we can't do this.”

You look up at him, a small line appearing between your eyebrows.

“Why?” You ask, a small hint of insecurity in your tone of voice. “Do you not want me?”

“No,” Kurapika says, perhaps a bit too quickly. How could he not want you? Wasn't it obvious, in his town, in his eyes, in his arousal. Oh god he wanted you so bad, and here you were practically offering yourself to him. But, he couldn't.

“Your dad—” He starts, trying to protest. You giggle.

“Daddy doesn't have to know.” You whisper, the hand that isn't clasped in his own coming up to smooth over the lapels of his suite. You look confident, but the trembling in your fingers and the nervous darting of your eyes betrays you, your breath is heavy when you speak again. “The maids are all gone. We're all alone. Please?”

Kurapika takes a deep breath. Breaths in the flowers of your perfume and the musky underbreath of your arousal. And he gives in.

“Fine,” He mutters, hand coming up to gently caress your flushed face. You smile, pressing your cheek into his hand. He almost melts at the adorable action. “I'm going to kiss you. Alright?”

You nod, leaning up into him. Kurapika leans down slowly, giving you time to move away if you want to. He half expects you to move, to tell him to leave. He half expects to wake up alone on his bed. Instead you close your eyes.

Your lips are soft, moisturized every night with exfoliants and pasts that Kurapika doesn't understand. But they're soft, and your body curves into his as you lean up, letting a little breath escape your mouth.

You taste like candy. How is that possible? Kurapika doesn't know, and he isn't going to pull away enough to ask. Your lips move against his, moving with the practice of someone who knows how to kiss. Kurapika moves with you, slowly and carefully winding a hand around the back of your neck. It tangles in your tousled hair, and Kurapika touches you as if your glass, as if you might break. You whimper against him, your own hands winding around his waist. Kurapika bites back a whimper. How embarrassing. He's coming undone at the seams already, just from your touch.

You fall back, your back hitting the comforter with a soft thump. Kurapika falls with you, teeth clanking against yours at the unexpected move. You pull back with a giggle.

“You're a good teacher,” You smile, hands tugging gently at his suit jacket. Kurapika takes it off, obeying your wandering fingers.

“Really?” He questions, discarding his jacket somewhere on the floor of your bedroom. You nod, smiling gently against the white of your bedspread. You look like an angel.

“Uh huh,” You murmur, hands tugging at the hem of your nightgown, pulling it higher and higher. “So sweet, so handsome.”

Kurapika flushes, dick twitching at the praise. His eyes follow your hands, pulling and tugging the teasing hem of your nightgown. He knows you aren't wearing panties. He gulps, propped up over you on his hands and knees, suit jacket discarded on the floor. His dick is painful against his pants. You seem to notice, your manicured hand coming down to trace the bulge cupped in his pants. Kurapika groans, controlling his arousal at the touch of your hand. You smile

“It looks all squished in there,” You say, your eyes curved in hazy mirth. “Doesn't it hurt?”

Your fingers gently stroke him over the fabric, and Kurapika desperately resists the urge to cum.

“Yes,” He admits, biting his lips against the moans. Your hands trace the outline, and Kurapika almost sobs in relief as you undo the zipper, giving him some relief.

“Wait,” Kurapika groans. You freeze, looking concerned and uncertain. Kurapika hurries to continue. He never wants you to feel uncertain. “Do you have any Condoms?”

You nod, scooting out from underneath him and towards the end of the bed. Kurapika gets treated to a flash of your bare ass as you hop off the bed, sauntering over to your vanity and digging through the drawer. Kurapika takes the opportunity to shed the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked besides for his boxers. You smile, holding up an unopened box of condoms victoriously.

“Rosanne gave them to me,” You explain, shrugging your shoulders. “I don't know why.”

Kurapika thinks Rosanne might know more than she's letting on. He sighs. Is he that much of an open book or is she just insane. He thinks it is probably the latter.

“You're very strong,” You say. Kurapika looks up, standing a few feet away from you. You're looking at him, eyes taking in his body. He's thin, lith, not as built as some people but not all bones. You look curious, a box of condoms still clutched in your hand. Kurapika can barely think enough to be self conscious.

You tear open the box, reaching inside to pull out a single foil wrapped package.

“Is this good?” You ask, discarding the rest of the box on your bedside table carelessly. It joins a mostly empty yerba mate can and some other nicknacks, looking wildly out of place.

“Yes, this is fine.” kurapika says, taking the foil wrapped package out of your palm. You smile, body swaying distracting as you turn towards the bed.

“You put it on,” You say, and Kurapika watches as you pull your nightgown over your head. The lace drags over your skin, pulling up to reveal your pussy, your stomach, your breasts. Kurapika bites back a groan, dick twitches in his underwear.

When he finishes putting on the condom you're already on the bed. Your legs are propped up, your head resting on your pillows, surrounded with a halo of hair. You look like a princess. You are a princess.

“Are you ready?” Kurapika asks. His hands tremble slights as he pulls your legs wide, lining himself up with your drooling pussy. He can feel sweat dripping down his back, blond hair dripping over his eyeline. You're a hazy mess beneath him, your body on full display for his viewing pleasure.

“Yes,” You nod, body a tense line on the bed.

As Kurapika slides into your body he knows he won't last long. And by the way your back arches, the way the walls of your pussy flutter against him, you won't either.

Your walls are so warm, contracting around him as you whimper, back arching off of the bed. Kurapika groans, resisting the urge to thrust deep into you, letting you adjust slowly to the unusual intrusion.

When he finally bottoms out deep inside you Kurapika has to desperately resist the urge to whimper. Your body is so warm, your face full of pleasure as you gaze up at him, pretty pink lips parted in a moan.

“Can I move?” Kurapika grits out, trying to remain controlled and deliberate. You nod, and immediately your back arches as Kurapika pulls out, and then thrusts deep inside you. He won't last.

The pace he sets is slow, steady, more focussed on hitting the right spots than speed. And it seems to work, your hands scrabbling at anything, his shoulders, his arms, the fabric of your bed.

Your hand settles on his shoulders, nails digging into his back. Kurapika pretends the pain doesn't turn him on a bit.

“Gonna cum!” You whimper, back arching against him as he thrusts deep. Kurapika groans, hand winding down to find your clit. He's gonna lose it.

“Me too.” He groans, hand winding between your bodies. He's so close. He needs to tumble off with him.

The reaction when he finds your clit is immediate. Your body tenses, your walls clenching down against him, and Kurapika falls.

“Cumming!” You moan, and Kurapika cums with you, hiding his grunts and moans in the heavenly sounds that exit your mouth. He leans forward as the pleasure courses through him, swallowing your moans greedily into his own mouth, savoring them for later.

He doesn't know what's going to become of this, if anything at all.

But for the moment, Kurapika finds comfort in you, as the two of you tumble off the cliff or arousal and into the sea of content.

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Endnotes: I wrote this in one night through a blinding headache so i hope you enjoy it!!!

#mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77kinktober #hunter x hunter #hxh smut #kurapika x reader #kurapika #kurapika kurta

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months ago

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AGS have to go on a mission in Wall-market, and end up having to cross dress. They need important information from Don Corneo. What kind of shenanigans would go down?

The Don Corneo Mission That Did Not Go As Planned

• After a Turk mission goes wrong and the cleanup falls under SOLDIER's jurisdiction, Lazard summons the first-class trio to the briefing room, as no one else is better suited for the job. <- the lie Lazard repeats to himself after emailing them in hopes he'll speak the truth into existence.

Angeal: You asked to see us, director?

Lazard: I'll be direct. One of the Turks—Cissnei—went missing in Wall Market three days ago while she was investigating suspicious activity related to Don Corneo—

*Everyone groans*

Lazard: —and seeing as search and rescue operations fall under SOLDIER's jurisdiction, you three will go to Wall Market and look for her.

Sephiroth: Understood. We can leave right now.

Lazard: ..... It's not as straightforward as it seems. Accessing Corneo's mansion requires a specific type of person. We can't afford to compromise our cover and jeopardize Cissnei's safety.

Genesis: Ah, I see. Don Corneo tends to talk when he's in the presence of beautiful women, so this mission requires beautiful women.

Lazard: Three beautiful women to be exact.

Angeal:

Sephiroth:

Genesis:

Angeal: NO!

Lazard: Yes.

Genesis: WHY?

Lazard: Because I can't trust the girls from Second and Third Class with this. It will have to be you three.

Sephiroth: I don't understand. Where are we to find beautiful women on such short notice?

Angeal: HE MEANS US.

Sephiroth: I understood the crossdressing part. I mean where will we find two other beautiful women apart from myself on such short notice?

Genesis: SON OF A—

• Getting the trio into their disguises is both challenging and surprisingly simple. Sephiroth's hair is easy to style, and he fits well in a dress. Genesis is a chameleon and insists on doing his own makeup. Unfortunately Angeal feels extremely self-conscious in his outfit.

*Angeal—wearing a corset, long skirt, and wig��stands in front of the mirror*

Angeal: Nope. This is never gonna work. Corneo will clock me from a mile away. Don't you think so, Zack?

Angeal:

Angeal: Zack? Where did you—WHY ARE YOU ONE ONE KNEE?

Zack: I will make you the happiest wife imaginable.

Angeal: IS THAT A RING POP?

Zack: I'm poor but I'm a good man.

Angeal: GET UP.

• Meanwhile, Lazard is lacing Sephiroth into a corset, marveling at how small his waist is and surprised at how well Sephiroth is handling it, with his glittery silver hair, black dress, and makeup.

Lazard: You look great, and I'm proud to see how unbothered you are by this.

Sephiroth: Studies show that symmetrical, aesthetically pleasing female faces distract individuals and trigger the halo effect. Such women can say anything, and people will be in awe of their beauty.

Lazard: I don't think that's true.

Sephiroth: Here comes Reno. Observe.

*Reno walks up to them*

Sephiroth: When I was four, Professor Hojo made me witness the birth of a newborn lamb and then slaughtered it to show that despite the miracle of birth, death is inevitable.

Reno: Nice tits.

Sephiroth: Thank you.

Lazard: What the fuck

• Meanwhile, Genesis should be thrilled at the prospect of dressing up and performing—he does look striking in a red dress and red wig—but he can't fully enjoy it. He seems to be the only one troubled by his uncanny resemblance to Cissnei while in disguise.

Genesis: This is ridiculous. I look exactly like Cissnei.

Cloud: I don't know why you're upset, sir. You look very pretty and this will hardly be a problem.

*A mailman walks up to Genesis and delivers a live chicken, addressed to Cissnei*

Genesis: What in the goddess' name is the meaning of this!?

Cloud: Oh! It seems that people think you're Cissnei and are delivering her stuff to you.

Genesis: And what would she need a chicken for!? Dinner?

*Cloud covers the chicken's ears*

Cloud: Please don't insult your child.

Genesis:

*Angeal rushes by, dragging his leg which has Zack clinging into it like the jaws of life*

Zack: AT LEAST LET ME BE YOUR DINNER.

Angeal: YOU MEAN TAKE ME TO DINNER?

Zack: DID I STUTTER?

• Lazard rounds them up before sending them off for one last briefing.

Lazard: Are you all ready?

Sephiroth: Professor Hojo once gave me a cup of mud, claiming it was chocolate milk to condition me to despise chocolate, and ultimately deprive me of the dopamine-driven joy associated with eating it.

Genesis, holding the chicken: We're ready.

Angeal, with Zack clinging onto his waist and sobbing: I'm ready too.

Tseng: And I'm ready to quit. Lazard, these men are wholly incapable of completing this mission without drawing attention to themselves.

Lazard: Nonsense. I trust these men with my life.

*A mailman walks up to Genesis and delivers a jar of popcorn kernels*

Genesis: What even is this !?

Sephiroth: Choking to death on popcorn is possible as the small kernels can become lodged in the airway, leading to inhalation, suffocation, and a painful death. Professor Hojo told me this to deter me from eating popcorn.

Genesis: Sephiroth, your breasts look fantastic.

Sephiroth: Thank you.

Angeal: ZACK, LET GO.

Zack: I CAN'T! I LOVE A GIRL WHO CAN BEAT MY ASS!

*Tseng turns to Lazard*

Tseng: You must not value your life very much.

Lazard:

• They all get dropped off at Wall Market as Corneo's candidates. But they're stopped on the bridge leading to the mansion by a mailman who delivers a pepper shaker to Genesis, addressed to Cissnei.

Genesis: AGAIN? What am I supposed to do with a chicken, popcorn kernels, and black pepper?

Sephiroth: Maybe they're items to care for the chicken.

Genesis: Nonsense. Why would I need to care for this thing?

*The chicken clucks and cuddles up to Genesis, lovingly*

Genesis: I have never loved anything more than I love this creature. This is what joy feels like.

Sephiroth: You had chicken for lunch yesterday and expressed the same sentiment.

*Genesis starts crying*

Sephiroth: You went back for seconds.

*Genesis cries hader*

Angeal: Hey! Is that the vice president coming over here?

*Rufus walks up to them*

Rufus: Gentlemen, before you enter Don Corneo's mansion, you should know that from what we've gathered, Cissnei is alive and possibly being held somewhere inside. It would be best to let Corneo choose a bride while the rest of you search for her.

Angeal: Copy.

*Rufus looks at Genesis*

Rufus: That's odd. I thought Rhapsodos was also on this mission.

Genesis: How dare you—

Rufus: Miss, you are the most stunning woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

Genesis, blushing: !?

Sephiroth: My mother was the most stunning woman I've ever seen. Of course, I only ever looked at her through a photograph, which is now lost forever and can never be retrieved—much like my mother, Glenn, Rosen, my childlike wonder, and joy, among other things.

Rufus: Sephiroth, your breasts look eye-catching.

Sephiroth: Thank you.

*Just then, Zack crawls onto the bridge railing from the river, soaking wet and holding a bouquet of roses*

Zack: 🎶 My love—

Angeal: NO!

*He pushes him back into the water*

• Once they're inside, the bride selection begins, and the three are introduced to Don Corneo. Sephiroth struggles to refrain from summoning Masamune and shoving it down Don Corneo's throat. Corneo is creepy and invasive, and Angeal is relieved that Sephiroth and Genesis look more feminine than him. Now he can focus on locating Cissnei without having to deal with Corneo directly.

*Don Corneo grips Angeal's shoulder*

Don Corneo: I love a girl who can beat my ass!

Angeal: Say WHAT?

Don Corneo: Congrats! You're tonight's lucky girl! You beat the nut case who can't shut up about her terrible things and the one with the pet chicken!

Sephiroth: Chicken meat is an excellent source of lean protein, and contains essential vitamins like B6 and B12.

Genesis: Motherless children are statistically more likely to lead unhappy lives due to the absence of maternal care and nurturing in their formative years.

Sephiroth:

*Don Corneo grabs Angeal's hand and hauls him off*

Don Corneo: Come along, I had the bedroom prepared for us!

Angeal: GUYS, DON'T JUST STAND THERE! DO SOMETHING!

*Sephiroth turns to Genesis*

Sephiroth: He wants us to act accordingly to our roles as female friends.

Genesis: Girlhood it is.

*They turn to him*

Genesis: Good luck, sweetie~ I'm so jealous of you!

Sephiroth: I too wish I could be romantically pursued by a greasy creep with no respect for women~

Angeal: SCREW YOU BOTH!

• Once Corneo and Angeal are gone, Corneo's lackeys naturally approach Sephiroth and Genesis, assuming they're the available leftovers.

• Sephiroth is ready to pack a punch, but there is suddenly no need to, as the same moment Genesis raises his foot to kick one of the lackeys between the legs, the lid of the black pepper shaker he had been holding pops off and a bunch of black pepper flies into his face.

• Genesis sneezes.

• The sneezing frightens the chicken, who flies out of Genesis' grasp and tips over the popcorn kernel jar.

• The popcorn kernels fly into the lackeys' eyes.

• The chicken hungrily attacks their eyes.

• One of the lackeys falls down and this presses a button that was in his pocket.

• The button makes a trap door in the floor open up, and Cissnei walks out.

*While the chicken is still angrily attacking the lackeys*

Cissnei: Hey guys!

Sephiroth: Well that was remarkably easy.

Cissnei: Yeah. Genesis, I see you got my orders. It worked, huh?

Genesis: Wait, all of that was on purpose!?

Cissnei: Duh. I never take a mission unprepared.

Sephiroth: But how did you know the pepper would fly into Genesis' nose?

Cissnei: Same way I guaranteed the kernels would fly out; I loosened the cap. And I made sure the chicken was hungry.

Genesis: Well, this is terrible for Angeal. If we were certain your rescue was guaranteed, Angeal wouldn't have had to go with Don Corneo.

*There's a series of screams, crashes and an explosion before Don Corneo comes running out screaming. Zack is chasing after him with a flaming sword*

Zack: HOW DARE YOU ATTEMPT TO WOO MY FIANCÉ, YOU CRETIN.

*Angeal runs after them*

Angeal: WE'RE! NOT! ENGAGED!

Genesis: Wow. Who knew Puppy could be so loyal?

Sephiroth: I had a puppy once.

*They look at him, surprised*

Sephiroth: He was a robotic hound used in my childhood combat training. I grew fond of him, so Professor Hojo dismantled him, teaching me that machines are incapable of human emotion and I should be too.

Cissnei: Sephiroth your boobs look so good!

Sephiroth: I know.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #tseng ff7 #rufus shinra #crisis core

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kitashinsukehoney · 3 months ago

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"You never been to Heaven, have you?" - mdni

Characters: Muzan Kibutshuji

TW: MDNI!! Sexual themes applied such as breeding kink, dacryphilia, rough sex, fingering, squirting, nipple playing, creampie, degradation , praise kink, orgasm control, edging, anal sex.

MUZAN KIBUTSHUJI

Nakime brought me to him. I was supposed to watch the village and take care of the villagers' peace tonight. How did I ended up here? I have lost my sword and I'm alone infront of this man. I don't even recognize him, oblivious to the fact that he is the King Of Demon. I remained kneeling, unable to stand up and run. Not a single sound coming out from me except my heartbeats.

"Awh, look at you. So scared", he voiced out. I can feel that he is smirking at me. He is wearing a white suit, and his eyes are red and looked like cat's eyes. "Are you...a demon, sir?", i asked him politely. "I guess I am?", he said while smirking. He stepped closer and grabbed my chin.

"You smell sweet as ohagi. Care to share some of your blood to me?", he asked me. I smacked his hand off me, not wanting his filthy hand touching me. "Which upper moon are you?" I asked him. He laughed as if i just cracked a joke to him. "Upper moon? Muzan sama is the demon king", Nakime spoke.

I froze and speechless, unable to utter single word. "Did I scare you, human?", Muzan asked. "As long as you tell me where Nezuko Kamado is, I will let you go. Or maybe you know where is the blue spider lily", Muzan said again.

"No! I wont tell you where is Nezuko nor the existence of the blue spider lily", I said. Muzan's expression changed to bitter one. "How dare you disobey me? I'm asking you nicely", he said. "I will not betray the demon corpse slayer no matter what. You can kill me but i won't back down!", i yelled. Muzan grabbed me by my collar and slammed me into one of the rooms in the castle.

"Women and their fucking yapper mouths!", he snapped. My body slammed against the wall, causing me to writhe in pain. I was scared to death. He entered the dim room, and closed the door behind him. "Since you want to be loyal to your Oyakata sama so badly, I shall fuck that loyalty out of your brain", he said, as his veins popped out at his neck and forehead. I tried to crawl out from there but failed.

He walked towards me as he teared off his white suit, leaving him topless. I trembled, expecting my head to be crushed or my heart ripped out open. Muzan pulled my leg and hovered above me. He grabbed my hair and shoved his girthy length into my mouth. he fucked my throat, thrusted his hip deeper. I was gagging and dig my nails into his thighs. He keeps abusing my mouth as my tongue tasted his salty yet sweet length. It took him a few minutes to release inside my mouth. I swallowed the cum and coughed. He gripped my chin to look up at him.

I can feel my damp pantie and ovulation is making me wanting more. "Muzan...", I called him while looking up at him. He smirked as he slapped my lips with his wet length. "You want more? Then be loyal to me. Tell me where is Nezuko and you shall be fuck", Muzan said. I was in heat, need him in my pussy. "She's...at Urokodoki's house.. Please please fuck me", I moaned. He smiled. "Good girl. You should've tell me earlier so I can fuck you nicely", he muttered.

He kneeled infront of me and pushed me down on the bed behind. Muzan ripped off my uniform and throw away my sword. Not long after that, we're both completely naked and he went down to eat my out. The wet and sloppy sound can be heard and his finger is only busy to rub my clit and stimulates me more. He laps my juice hungrily and licked it nonstop. I let out a whiny sound, and gripped his hair to stop but failed.

He ended up spreading my legs apart and shove his whole girth inside me, making me feel his veins and his angry red tip hitting my cervix multiple times. He then changed position into full nelson, gripping my legs and keep on thrusting upwards into my hole.

"Muzan, I'm gonna cum, please!", I pleaded as I'm crying. He smirked.

"Not yet. Hold it. If you hold it till I cum, I'm going to reward you with my cum", he whispered into my ears. My hands gripped his biceps tightly as I'm reaching climax and tried to calm myself.

I feel the bulge is getting bigger and I moaned loudly. His teeth sunk into the soft spot on my neck, and his tongue licked off my blood. He then cummed inside me but he won't pulled out yet.

My whole body shaking crazily and he put me down on the floor without pulling out. He keeps on thrusting his cum inside and his fingers pinched my clit causing me to squirt my juice on his hand. He brought his fingers up and shoved them inside my mouth, making me taste my own juice.

I hummed softly and still looking at him, full of lust and desire.

His immaculate and demonic strength making him to do sex for hours, and my legs went limp while we tried the riding position.

"Gonna make you as my Queen and we'll make cute babies", he uttered as he laid behind me to finger me with his three digits while his girth is in my anal now, churning it.

#muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer muzan #kny smut #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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memory-and-sky · 1 year ago

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hey if youre still doing writing requests, could you do hobie helping ftm!reader with dysphoria? maybe helping him fix his hair in a more masc way or helping him voice train

thank you so much for this ask, anon! i love this so so so much :3 i tried my best, i hope you like it!!

word count: ~1.6k

containing: swearing, user is transmasc/ftm, user has dysphoria, hobie is literally the sweetest, i don’t really know how to voice train even though i am transmasc myself xp

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

dysphoria fucking sucks. hobie x ftm!reader

You were rotting away in bed again. Jesus, dysphoria was really kicking your fucking ass. You rolled over, checking the time on your phone. 11:06 AM.

The bedsheets were all hot, as it was a warm, humid day today. You'd been overheating like a dog for awhile now, but you had no real reason to get up.

Until, all of a sudden, you heard a window open, and boots walking in your living room. It was definitely—

"Oi-oi, love? Where are ya?" Hobie.

You quickly jumped up, pulling over a hoodie and pajama pants; your go-to dysphoria outfit, and greet him.

His gaze caught on you, and he looked confused. "Mate, are ya really wearin' tha' in this bloody heat? Yer gonna boil to death, hun." He walked over to you, and ruffled your too-long hair.

"Um.. yeah. I dunno, I kinda don't feel the best right now.. I feel pretty gross," You shoved your hands in the hoodie pocket, already sweating buckets under it.

"Well, yer hair is gettin' t' be quite long, mate. Wouldn't mind cuttin' it, y'know." He began to take his boots off. "'N I'd be plenty chuffed t'help ya with tha'. Jus'... take tha' shit off, love, 's too bloody hot to be doin' allat,"

You shake your head. "I-... I have.. pretty bad dysphoria today. I don't want to see my... my body."

Ah. Yeah, Hobie understands what's happening now. "I see, hun. Why don'tcha wear 'n oversized tee, and them shorts I gave ya?" He asks, crouching down to meet your eye level, offering a lopsided smile. "Go, mate. Be quick, yeah?" Hobie firmly pat your shoulder as you went to your room to change.

When you came back, Hobie put his closed fist out for a fist bump. You gave him one, and he grinned down at you, putting both his thumbs in the front belt loops of his pants.

"Ya look wonderfully masculine, love,"

"I don't feel like it." You sighed, looking down at your feet.

A shiver ran through your body as Hobie held your chin, and angled your face upwards. "Look at me, swee'heart." He examined your face. You were miserable in your own body, tired of feeling like a girl. "Tell ya what, love. We'll chop at ya hair, 'n I think I know a few tricks t'get ya voice soundin' deeper."

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes. "You do..?"

"Sure do, mate! Had plenty 'a trans bloke mates, even now," Hobie let go of your chin. "Ya still 'ave them scissors I gifted ya, don'tcha?"

You nodded. "In my bathroom."

"Let's go there then, yeah? Ya ready t' feel abso-fuckin'-lutely han'some?" He pat you on the back, still grinning.

You attempted to hold back a big smile, nodding. "Yeah,"

Hobie patted the cold countertop after he finished getting your hair adequately wet in your sink, his rings clinking and making a nice sound on the porcelain. "Siddown, mate. With yer back facin' the sink,"

As you sat on the counter, he rummaged through a few drawers, grabbing the trimming, layering, and normal scissors. "Oh, my good sir, what would you like? 'M at yer service," He bowed to you teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, smiling. "Whatever. Uh.. I dunno, somethin' that makes me look like a boy. Like myself. I definitely want it shorter," You looked over at Hobie, as he evaluated what would suit you best.

From your perspective, now, he was suddenly getting suuuuper fuckin' close to your face, and messing with your hair. You were surely beet red by now.

"Aight, doll, think I know wha' I needa do for ya," He finally backed up, softly chuckling at your flustered demeanour. Then, he grabbed a towel from over the shower rod, and wrapped it around your shoulders, so that hair wouldn't go down your shirt. "Hold righ' here, love,"

So you obeyed, and held the towel in place.

"Good boy. Let's see, now, hmm..."

You felt like you were going to explode. 'Good boy'? When had you ever seen Hobie call anyone a good boy?! Before you even had time to fully process that, he was getting close to your face again.

Hobie began to chop at your overgrown hair with the normal scissors, cutting big chunks of your hair and moving your head around a bunch as you fidgeted. But god, you couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so attractive when he was deeply concentrated, you couldn't deny it. Well, he always looked attractive, and confident... so effortlessly.

Hobie gave you serious debilitating gender envy, in addition to you maybe having a little tiny crush on him. You wanted to be like him so bad it hurt.

"D'you mind turnin' around fo' me? Needa cut the back of yer hair now," Hobie snapped you out of your daze after several minutes of him chopping off your hair.

"O-okay."

"Somethin' wrong, love? Ya seem kinda ou' of it.." A sweet, lopsided smile spread across his gorgeous face, and he tilted his head slightly.

You shake your head. "I'm just.. I dunno. I'm happy that I'm finally getting a haircut again. I really feel like a girl with all of this hair, 'n.. this was long needed. And I'm tired,"

Hobie chuckled softly as you turned to sit criss-cross on the counter, back facing him. "I feel ya, mate. Jus'... yer not a girl, 'kay? You've never looked like a girl t'me, 'n ya never will, yeah?" He began cutting your hair, combing and messing around with it. "I love how ya look 'n present yourself. Yer so confident in yer style, ya look real peng, y'know."

"Yeah...?" You blushed furiously, so thankful that your back was turned to him at the moment.

"Yeah, mate."

It didn't take Hobie too long before he finished cutting your hair, and thinning the ends out with the layering scissors.

"Turn around, love," He ruffles your hair as you turn around, now leaning in close to your face to fix your hair up all nice. He grinned down at you. "Ya look proper han'some. 'Ere, c'mon down. Look in tha' mirror fo' me."

So you hopped down, and evaluated yourself in the mirror. You felt euphoric, and just really happy with your new haircut.

Hobie placed both his hands on your shoulders, leaning over so that his head was next to yours. "You happy with it?"

"Mhm! Thank you so much, Hobie,"

"Say ya look han'some. I wanna hear ya say it." He smiled his lopsided smile.

"I... isn't it a bit vain? Selfish?"

Hobie shook his head, standing back up to his full height to stretch. "Confidence ain't vain. It's quite alrigh' to be sickeningly confident in yerself, y'know. I am. C'mon, swee'heart, say it,"

"I... I look handsome..." You clearly didn't believe those words, evident from you looking down at your feet, and mumbling.

"Like ya believe it. Look yerself in the mirror, 'n say it, nice 'n loud fo' me,"

You groan. "Hobes—"

"(Y/n). C'moooonnn~" He shook you lightly, holding onto your shoulders.

"U-um... I look handsome..." You sighed, smiling despite yourself at Hobie's adorable excitement.

"Tha's more like it. Gooood boy," Hobie giggled like a little girl as he patted your back reassuringly. "Still wanna learn how t'make yer voice a pinch deeper?"

"Yeah, of course I do,"

Hobie smirked. "Aight, let's sit somewhere more comfortable then, yeah?" He gestured for you to exit before him, turning off the light after you both left.

As you both sat down, Hobie was manspreading. You took notice of this, and mirrored him.

"Y'know how t'make yer voice deeper, yeah? Tha's pretty easy," He smiled, and demonstrated it for you.

"Jesus! That's unnatural," you giggle, but test it out a little.

"Yeah! Yeah, you got it. Okay, so keep tha' in mind. How you do that wit' yer throat. Don't force it too much, don't make yer voice too unnaturally deep, kay?"

"Okay..."

"Make yer pitch a bit more... monotone. Keep a plain, calm, controlled pitch, yeah?" He grins down at you, leaning in a little bit too close for a 'normal' distance for friends as he put his hands gently on your shoulders.

"How does this sound..?" You mumble, embarrassed.

Hobie grabbed your hand with both his hands, genuinely happy for you. "Yeah! Bloody perfect, mate! Awe, lookit you! Such a natural. A li'l louder f'me?"

"I sound stupid." You took your hand out of his grasp, groaning as you ran your hands down your face.

"Honey, no... you don' sound stupid at all." He gently touched your hand. "Sorry. Can I use 'honey'? Anyways, mate, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Ya don' have to use it righ' away, but... keep it in that noggin of yers, yeah?"

Hobie teasingly poked your forehead, and you couldn't help but smile, looking up into his big brown eyes, messily lined with black eyeliner.

"You, um... you can use honey. Whatever. Thanks, Hobie. I mean... yeah. I appreciate it a lot," You suddenly avoided his gaze, looking at the details and patches on his pants.

He smiled as he saw your eyes avoiding his.

“Awh. ‘n I’m happy t’do it for ya!” Hobie patted your shoulder firmly. “Yer perfectly masculine love, ‘n don’t you forget it,”

You smiled despite yourself at Hobie’s kindness towards you. How he was so caring towards you, no matter what. When you had came out to him, you’d been so fucking scared, and now… you really only felt completely safe with him. You could tell him anything, and even things you didn’t tell him, he’d gently coax what was wrong out of you with his stupid charm and tender personality.

Though he was sarcastic and cocky most of the time, Hobie could be really kind and gentle... which he definitely was with you, when you needed it.

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areyoufuckingserious · 6 months ago

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𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 (𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔)

Spiderman! Jungwon X Female College Student! Reader

🎀 Part two

TW: Mentions of death, Coma, Depression, Anxiety (not a lot)

Hectic.

That's what every day is like with your boyfriend. You're running around trying to get your school supplies while he’s trying to hide his suit in case his roommate Riki comes back home early. “So why do you hide your suit if Riki already knows your Spiderman” he smiles at you “One day I came home and saw him in my suit practicing Spiderman poses” You guys laugh together. You walk down the stairs from Jungwon's dorm “What time does Riki get home from school” you ask reaching for Jungwon's hand “I don't even think he goes I'm starting to think he's leaving for funsies”.

“How many classes do you have today” Jungwon asks you walking you to the campus holding your hand “Like 4 then I’ll be home and we can hang out till you have to patrol” You swing his hand back and forth while fixing your hair. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he says making you smile when you see his dimples showing, you kiss him goodbye.

11:11

Your favorite time of day, not only do you go on break but when you're with your boyfriend he swears this time is lucky and makes a wish and begs you to make one too. The funny thing is every time you make one your boyfriend begs to know what it was.

“Ok I’ll make a wish if it’ll make you stop” he smiles after you start to close your eyes “Alright I'm done can I open my eyes,” you ask searching for his hand “You have to tell me what your wish was” you open your eyes in shock “Thats not how it works sir” he laughs at your reaction and covers your eyes with his hands “You have to tell me” He starts rolling your head around while you both laugh.

You see Jay walk into class while you're walking out looking distraught you grab his arm. “Jay are you ok” You see him jump a bit at the action. “Yeah I'm cool I just need to sit” he reaches towards the closest seat limping. “Jay is your leg okay” You put your books on the table “I was playing around with Jungwon you know how he gets” Jay reaches for his leg. You raise your eyebrow, Jungwon wouldn't have been with Jay today was his brother's death anniversary.

Before Jungwon was Spiderman it was his adoptive brother Heeseung, who died fighting venom trying to save Jungwon when you met Jungwon in your sophomore year of high school he was inconsolable. It wasn't his fault but he blamed himself for years eventually you and him became good friends and he took over the mantle. At first, he got a lot of backlash but eventually, they loved him as much as the original. Then you guys go together and every day on July 11, he goes either with you or Riki to see his brother. But on this day he promised you he could do it himself.

Your phone begins to ring, and you answer after the second ring you smile at the contact photo “Hi Ni-ki” your smile fades “Yeah I'll call him” you say looking at Jay confused “What happened” Jay asks fixing his pant leg “Jungwon isn't answering ni-ki’s calls so I'm gonna text him”

An hour is how long it took for the call

A call that hurt you more than anything

You waited an hour for Jungwon to call you “Y/n let's just think happy” Ni-ki says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Ni-ki has been like a brother to you ever since he moved into the dorm you and Jungwon shared. You're probably right” You get cut off by your phone ringing you answer without looking.

You look at Ni-ki overhearing on his phone “Found footage of Spiderman fighting a black villain variant possibly another venom” “See he’s okay we were just thinking too hard” he jokes trying to lighten the mood. You won't lie hearing the news lightened your nerves a little bit.

“Is this Y/N L/N?” the voice on the phone asks “Yes this is she..” you answer looking at Ni-ki as his face looks at his phone in terror. You whisper to Ni-ki reaching for his arm as he moves back “What's wrong? Ni-ki what happened”. “Ms. Y/N L/N are you listening” the voice on the phone asks “Yang Jungwon just got admitted into the hospital and is currently in a coma” You drop your phone tears rolling down your face.

I'll update eventually......

©✰𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊✰ 2024— do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works!

#jungwon x reader #spiderman #enhypen x reader #jungwon #knightmarre

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onecantsimply · 10 months ago

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Hi. I'm back. After like a month or two. Maybe more of not updating, I'm back. I've basically been doing things on Wattpad and Ao3, but I've never took the time to go on here unless I needed to take in my daily dose of Jack content. For once that I didn't update... that's my bad LOL-

Okay. I’m doing a JTR oneshot on here- I discussed something with my best friend over on Discord- And I want to try it on here just to give a sample-

So I present to you... Metal Bat, the Yandere JTR Jikenbo x GN Reader I actually want to update lol-

This is basically a Goro Majima Reader x Yandere JTR Jikenbo characters. But be aware that Reader is already in a relationship. With Jack. And he will not let them go HH-

Characters like Kiryu and Jack do not belong to me, nor does the concept of Majima belong to me.

Now that we're done with that... let's get this going.

Warnings: Some violence, Gender Neutral Reader, Reader being addressed as Sir because "Mx" sounds too weird in a non-disrespectful way, Reader being crazy because they're basically Majima-

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"Wh-Who are you?" A male mumbled to a black haired man who carried a suitcase of money.

"I saw that shit, Kiryu-chan!" Another person's voice spoke. The pair looked towards it, seeing someone carrying an umbrella over their shoulder with a grin. They had an eyepatch over their right eye, as well as a suit over their figure. "M-Mx-?! Kiryu-?! You mean..." The first man mumbled. "Yep! The Dragon of Dojima, Kazuma Kiryu-chan!" The black haired man silently bowed his head. "It's been a while, Sir (Y/n)." Kiryu spoke as the person in front of him chuckled, the two men behind them following after with soft glares over their faces. "Put a lid on the formal shit. Heard you were gonna head up yer own family soon." They spoke while walking around Kiryu to the man on the floor. "By the way... this bar over here." (Y/n) looked up at a building. "That's where your sweetheart works, right? And I hear she's real easy on the eyes. Everyone's sayin so." (Y/n) continued to walk around Kiryu's figure. "They all just want in on the action!" He stayed silent with his same expression as he saw the person lean in. They then looked back at the man on the floor. "Anyways, whaddya wanna do with this fool?" He jolted. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you, Sir Kiryu!" He shook his head. "No, it's fine." The male spoke. "Too soft, Kiryu-chan! Soft as a marshmallow! You gotta make things right! Like this!"

(Y/n) whacked their umbrella into the man's face.

"I ain't even done!"

They continued to smack their umbrella down on the unfortunate man's face again and again.

(Y/n) then turned the umbrella around, aiming to stab the man right in the face.

Well, that was until their wrist was suddenly grabbed, stopping the man from his own possible death.

"The hell?" (Y/n) glared at Kiryu. "He's had enough." The male replied. "But I was only doin' it for you." The person tilted their head with barely saddened eyes. "And I say it's enough, so-" Kiryu was cut off. "Oh...? Well, fine then." (Y/n) nodded. "But when ya get your own men, you're gonna have to lay down the law. Let's roll." The person turned as their men did the same. "Yeah. I'll keep that in mind." Kiryu replied. "But..." This made (Y/n) stop. "Huh?" They looked back at Kiryu. "But what?" They questioned. "I'm going to do things my own way." Kiryu answered. (Y/n)'s eyebrows seemed to furrow as they walked towards the male. "And what way is that?" They questioned. "It'll be the right way." Kiryu answered. "The hell? You tryna start shit?!" (Y/n) leaned closer to him, their remaining eye glaring into his face. "I'll fight ya right here, right now!" They spoke. "No." Kiryu firmly answered as he stood his ground. "I've got no reason to fight you." He spoke. "There's no point." He added.

(Y/n) immediately slapped the male across the face.

"How 'bout now?" They questioned with a grin. "That enough reason to fight?" The person asked again. "... If I've made you angry, Sir (Y/n), I apologize." This response only seemed to irritate the person even further. "What was that?" They questioned.

(Y/n) then whacked Kiryu across the face with their umbrella.

"C'mon! Show me you've got some balls and fight back!"

He received another hit to the face, making blood trickle down the side of his head.

"And with that... Are we done here?" Kiryu questioned. "Huh?!" (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed yet again as they tossed their umbrella off to the side. They then took out their Demonfire dagger, pointing it up to Kiryu's face. He stood entirely firm without any sense of hesitance. "You talk tough... But I wonder how long that'll last." (Y/n) spoke.

(Y/n) pulled their knife back before stabbing it at Kiryu's face.

Yet, he stayed entirely still, his figure still entirely still.

Just like a statue.

As (Y/n) expected...

"... Whatever." They sighed as they tilted their head. "No point? You're just makin' things harder on yourself. Deprivin' yourself for no reason." (Y/n) slightly leaned towards Kiryu while sheathing their dagger. They then placed a hand over his shoulder. "You think the world gives two shits about if there's a point or two? Keep that up, and it'll break ya."

(Y/n)'s eyes somewhat reflected of sadness.

"You can see it however you want. But... Nothing you can say is going to change my mind." Kiryu answered. "... No matter what happens?" (Y/n) tilted their head again. "... Right." Kiryu nodded. The person took a few steps back with their arms crossed in thought. But in a simple minute, they grinned while looking at him with clear mischievous intent. "You got it then! I'm gonna see those ideals of yours to the end! I'll have my remaining eye on ya 24/7!" Kiryu could feel his brows somewhat furrow with confusion. "What?" He questioned. "And then, when there's a point... Are ya gonna be willing to fight me?" (Y/n) leaned forward with anticipation. "... I won't know till the time comes." Kiryu answered. "Hell yeah!!"

The person clapped their hands before punching their fist into the air. "Then all I need to do is come up with a plan to make ya fight me! Let's bounce, guys!!" They turned to their men with a laugh as they bowed their heads. (Y/n) walked past them before stopping, looking back at Kiryu. "See ya soon, Kiryu-chan! Looking forward to some fun!" He only stared with narrowed eyes as (Y/n) continued to walk out of the alley. "Man, this is gonna be sweet!" They jumped into the air before clapping one side of their foot with the other.

- Later on -

It was now night time within London, with (Y/n) silently walking down the dark streets. Rain showered down on the surfaces of the ground and the roofs as the person continued to make their way down the soaked streets. They could both hear and feel the pattering of the rain on their figure. It felt... odd. Weird. It didn't feel right. The person then continued to walk forward as they heard men ushering prostitutes towards them. Some had played along as others immediately walked away. (Y/n) then made their way towards a certain house. As they walked towards the window, they saw a silver haired man cooking something. A post it note was beside him on the counter.

(The man kept that. -(Y/n))

They softly chuckled before tapping on the window. The man looked back, only to stop once he saw them grin faintly. He only smiled in reply while walking over, opening the window. "You could have used the front door, Dearest." He spoke. "So? It was easier gettin' your attention like this, Jacky." (Y/n) crept in through the window before shutting it behind them. "You're drenched!" The silver haired man spoke with worry. "Eh? This? Nah, don't worry about that." (Y/n) smiled. "You'll get sick! You brung an umbrella. Where is it?" Jack questioned. (Y/n) stopped. "Ah... Wanna leave that for later, Prince?" They answered with a question. "That's the fifth one you've lost, (Y/n)." The man sighed. "Ah, come on, Prince." They walked over to him. "I was talking to Kiryu." Jack looked towards (Y/n). "Do you mean whacking him?" He questioned. "You know me so well." They smiled as well before they looked back at the food. "Watcha cookin', Prince?" They questioned. "I planned on serving this to you when it was actually ready. However, you got home a little earlier than I thought." Jack smiled faintly. "Oops?" (Y/n) arched an eyebrow. "The only thing you need to say that for is being drenched and getting the floor dirty." They looked down at the ground. "... Oops." Jack gently pushed them out of the kitchen. "Go take a shower." He spoke. "Fine, fine." (Y/n) took off their shoes before heading up the stairs.

Whilst they had done so, Jack had continued to cook.

It didn't take long until (Y/n) had came back down with more casual wear. "My Dear... Why do you wish to wear that?" Jack questioned. He turned off the stove before gently adjusting (Y/n)'s snakeskin blazer. "Is it not comfortable?" They smirked faintly. "... You know... You don't need to be like this with me." Jack gently placed one of his hands by their face, seeing their smirk slightly drop. "... You know fully well I can see through you like a mirror. What's wrong, Dear?" He questioned.

(Y/n)'s amused expression, as well as the rest of their smirk seemed to drop when they leaned into his figure with a tired sigh. "... Difficult day?" Jack questioned as he gently hugged them close. They silently nodded as the male brushed his hand through their damp hair. He then gently pulled away. "Why don't you tell me about it by the table?" Jack smiled faintly. "Alright, Prince." (Y/n) faintly nodded with a soft smile.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #jack the ripper jikenbo #jack the ripper case files

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bigdsgirl · 8 months ago

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Live thoughts of Doctor Slump Finale

Because I don't I have the capacity to do anything else

If you open the cut and go "damn heidi chill", here is a summary of my reaction:

Warning: this will not be coherent. :)

THEY MAKING ALCOHOL TOGETHER! He wants to celebrate every moment with her!!! I am in LOVE!!!

HE MADE HIS OWN NOODLES!!!! Ba-da!! I am so proud of you!!!!

Lol Jeong woo, you know how to be too honest

omg y'all reliving the magical evening - same girlies, same

Ba-da's first PAYYYYYYYYYYYCHECK!!!! Proud of our lil worm <3

he wants to buy her meat!!!!!! stop!!!! as an elder sister, this is a MOMENT! and the photoshoot is everything. a plus.

boy time boy time! these two crack me up. truly besties forever

let's fight! fight to the death! ah yes, never change

I've been watching too much dune, that's all I could think about when I saw the patient

look at our girl! being a supportive professor <3

thoughtful boyfriend (husband of my heart)

oh no this man thinks she is gonna say yes

the HAIR FLIP I LOVE HIM!

oh wait wait wait so what was she gonna say if she found out about the US stuff AFTER talking about their date!!!

he is so babygirl <3 my PRINCESS i luv him

the honesty about his nerves! let's communicate!

SO SHE WAS GONNA SAY YES AJGKFLGDJALKGJd

oh fuck that's an amazing opportunity - she's gotta do it! she's gotta!

I want you to always follow your heart - I am deceased they are so amazing together

most mature drama (in the best fucking way ugh this makes me so happy)

and I know he is still stressed and freaking, but that his first move is to make sure she goes! gah!

LOL the VASE! THE STEAK! this man is dying a bit inside

he was made for this role, his monologues kill me! every time!

the worming on the bed LOOOOL

bestie cheer jeong-woo up! right! now! <3

the leave and let me be in the elevator and Dr. Bin's response -- i am in stitches!!

LETS FREAKING GO HONG RAN!! Baddie of the century!!! fuck yeah! the wink agjdlkfgjalkdfg

wait! girly! please! don't resign! where you going I love you putting Dr. Bin in his place! wait never mind she wants to travel, I support this <3

I am leaving to pursue my happiness! that's RIGHT!

sad puppy jeong-woo is everything to me. i just wanna squish his cheeeeeks!

oh the perfect words, just what he needed to hear.

these two are just giving me cavities LEFT AND RIGHT!!!!

they are so supportive of each other! they talk it out! they love each other! i LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

my dramatic prince - omfg they are sobbing together already lkajfgaldk;fgjadfklgj

oh wait they TOOK BACK THE OFFER???? oh wait that did not go where I thought it would.

oh girl you gotta blurt it out. TELL HIM NOW.

Jeong-woo is a water sign right ? as a big three triple water sign, he's GOTTA BE!

THE PARTY JAKLDFJGLKAF - this is gonna be hilarious. i love the flower on uncle's head hehehehe

the sad singing oh my god this is so funny

wait he SAW! omg! what! and the dramatics, silly gooses

I am so glad she advocated for herself - even if she didn't go her way and she was just expressing her frustration.

god they have grown so much, it's so beautiful to see

he took classes! my beloveds!

oh she's taking the test! and it's improved! oh I am so happy for her. what a beautiful journey we have been on together.

i love the message that getting better is not being happy again, it's about building strength and confidence that you can step through the difficult moments

oh Dr. Bin, don't dig yourself into a hole ya dumb dumb (love you though)

mother son bonding! love this

I am going to miss Ha-neul's mom so much. she is such a beautiful soul. 😭😭😭😭

I was wondering when my Kopiko ad placement would arrive, and A+ work

Hong-ran please, I can't take this romantic speech now. I am weak.

omg! Jeong-woo is opening his own clinic! omg HE TOLD HIM TO GO! I adore you sir.

these two have my heart.

FANCY CAR FOR MY FANCY MAN! Love it and him. ooooooooo sir you look fab in the fancy suit. bahaha, i love the switch to reality and how much happier he is! <;3

oh my, what a gorgeous clinic (working at a FQHC, our clinics so different lol)

WAIT WHO IS THIS GIRL???????????????????? omg. omg uncle get the girl let's freaking GO. wait. wait. oh my fucking god he opened this for HER? someone hold me, I am going to faint.

the little wave at her husband's grave, I am unwell.

Dr. Bin -- i'm sorry but oh my god what are you doing. his daughter just staring at him, i love it.

oh my god the photo of the four of them on her desk!!!! *screaming*

is the anesthesiologist gonna be a private detective?

aw man, he's gonna go work for our king jeong-woo, still dope tho.

WELL GO SEE THE SUNRISE NOW YA CUTIES!

*sobs at all these beautiful moments*

Jeong-woo, you are a better man than I, I would be spitting on that grave : )

what a gorgeous sunrise, what gorgeous beans!

WEDDING PHOTOSHOOT IS NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!! JGKLDAGFJDLAKFGJ

he's so excited to get his answer i love them

running on the beach??? bye. I will be dying now from all this love.

oh my god the photoshoot at all the spots important to them AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

in conclusion: i love them and i adore this drama.

#kdrama #doctor slump #WHYYYYYYYYYYY MUST IT BE OVER #my joy #ugh i love them #yeo jeong woo #nam ha neul #bin dae young #lee hong ran #heidi watches doctor slump #heidi watches

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hotchshands · 6 months ago

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fave cm eps

* these hit different

a list of cm eps with my reactions/comments about each and the occasional pic of hotch

s1 e6: LDSK

- i’m a whore

- hands on the hips😫

- the suit, the fluffy hair, the sunglasses🥵

- him teaching spence to shoot🥺

- him being a bully to spence to get to the unsub 😓 but like it’s hot…

s1 e7: the fox

- “is this your daddy” lol yes he’s my daddy😩 (9:30)

- derek in a suit

- 😳 why gideon screaming like that (14:11)

s1 e10: the popular kids

- reid i beg you please stop putting that much sugar in your coffee😭

- derek in a suit again😩

- hotch and elle 😳 they are the reason for my bisexuality😭

s1 e16: the tribe *

- the way he pulled out his baton…🥵 (38:28)

- him without his blazer/suit jacket on!!!

- i want him to toss me around like that and throw me on a table😩

s1 e19

- happy birthday daddy🥳

- …marriage troubles 👀 👹

- lol him sitting on the plane pouting like a baby🥺 (6:30)

s1 e21

- they go to the CIA😩

- princess diana’s death was definitely not an accident… penelope’s right

s1 e22

- hotch in a pirate hat🏴‍☠️

- him & haley 🤢 THAT SHOULD BE ME😤 smh

- smily hotch tho🥺

- spence and his mom🥺

- i’m just gonna pretend that that’s me being all lovely dovey w hotch and well you know😉

- i can see his right boob😮‍💨

- not her showing up at the BAU

s2 e1

- hotch sitting like a whore… sir i will come over there and jump you😩

- he did the tie thing😩

- not spence having his mom to help them on the case😭

- spencer’s mom >>>>

s2 e2

- spence with glasses🤓

s2 e5

- hotch standing like a whore (30:10)

- elle said fuck the law

s2 e9

- emily arrives!!

s2 e10

- imagine waking up next to hotch😩

- sir-😳

s2 e12: profiler profiled

- reid being a goofball

s3 e14: damaged

- 👁👄👁

- sir-

- ooooh divorce 👀 rip

s3 e19

- i hate to say this but i feel like that blonde lawyer and hotch probably had some 🌶 but for the stake of my sanity… i’m paranoid and they did nothing together☺️

- derek calling penelope babygirl for the first time🥺

- hotch calling out some lawyer for wearing a fake rolex 😭

s4 e16: pleasure is my business*

- megan kane my love🥰

- “how am i a whore?”

s5 e6: the eyes have it

- his tan skin with that suit🥵

- his hair has finally grown a bit thank goodness

- his face is so pretty 🥺🥴

s5 e10: the slave of duty

- hotch helping jack with his tie🥺

- lol not the bau carrying haley’s coffin rip girlie

- also emily i can see your boobs😩 i’m looking respectfully

- his voice is so sexy🥵 daddy? i’m sorry daddy? 🥺

- spence’s long hair… a flop🤢

- i know he’s talking about his dead ex-wife but god damn sir😩 i beg of you

- jack looks so sad😭

s5 e22: the internet is forever

- “what did you do, join a boy band?”

s6 e6: devil’s night*

- dad!hotch

- jack is soooo cute🥺

- i wanna crave pumpkins and go trick or treating with them😭

s6 e9: into the woods

- he’s wearing his quarter-zip😩

s6 e22: out like a light

- soccer coach! hotch 🤪

- 💦💦💦💦

s7 e1: it takes a village *

- beard!hotch 🥵💦

- bark bark woof woof grrrrr 🥴

- his hair grew 😩

- him sitting in front of the chairman in court 👀

s7 e2: proof *

- cooking lessons🍝

- i wanna be mad at him but he too sexy🥴

- is it just me or did he lose weight??? he looks skinnier 👀

s7 e4: painless

- jack + hotch 🥺🥰

s7 e6: epilogue

- he looks so sudjbdjd this season🥵

- ARMS

- rolled up sleeves 🥴

- “hotch rocket” 😭 yes penelope!!!!

- please shot me sir 🥺🔫

s7 e10: the bittersweet science

- not beth🙄

- smily hotch🥺

s7 e11: true genius *

- saw a gif of hotch’s hand from this ep so i’m adding it to the list🤰

- ok but his hands!!! 😩 oh and don’t forget the rolex🥵 (8:06)

- spencer speaking at some event lol he looks so cute �� oh and emily’s there too for some reason

- spence girlies come get y’all’s juice

- he’s so socially awkward… me too😔

s7 e13: snake eyes

- derek and penelope 🥰

- ok but like derek… 💦💦💦

s7e14: closing time

- smily hotch 🥺

- …beth again🙄

- valentine’s day!!!

- date night things

s8 e10: the lesson

- he’s so pretty🥰🥰🥰

s8 e12: zugzwang *

- the way he just pushed reid into that hallway😩 that should be me!!

s9 e5: route 66

s9 e22: fatal

- hotch with kids👀

- not that teacher having a crush on him but like i don’t blame her cause bitch me too… however imma find where she lives 👹

s10 e5: boxed in *

- 🌧🌧🌧☔️☔️

- 🎃🎃🎃🎃

s10 e13: nelson’s sparrow *

- cabin in the woods🪵

- rip the best founding father of the bau

- he looks so BIG🥵

- 🥹🥹🥹🥹

s10 e19: beyond borders *

s10 e20: a place at the table

s11 e9: internal affairs *

- hotch sitting in a chair

s11 e22: the storm

- hotch gets arrested rip

#criminal minds #cm #aaron hotchner

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fcknstar · 2 years ago

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,, arrest me, major "

valerian x gen!reader

a.n. ive been vv addicted to the idea of valerian being vv needy but dominant, m gonna write it soon. i love love this cause i imagined this when i was abt to sleep. DANE DEHAAN BDAY AHAHA!! my taglist.

warnings : suggestive ending.

**lowercase intended**

playing cat and mouse was one of the things you enjoyed a lot. having major valerian chase you like a cat because of how quickly and sneakily you were able to slip into the cracks like a mouse.

during one of his missions, which included him taking the last pearl from the long destroyed planet mul, he had realized that you switched the actual pearl with a fake one. he noticed how light the pearl was and saw you walking off right after you 'bumped' into him, muttering a quick apology for your clumsiness and handed him the fake pearl.

" hey " valerian called out to you. but you were too quick, as if you had done this countless times.

valerian however, was constantly blocked by such ads being popped up by aliens, losing sight of you.

he knew that if he didnt get the pearl, he would have such consequences. running off to look for lauraline, he panicked. he was not going to mess up on such a simple mission, and there were you, doing exactly just that for him.

" lauraline, i lost the pearl. im very sorry but there was this girl, beautiful hair and features, bumped into me and literally swapped the actual pearl for a fake one. " he rambled on, showing the fake pearl to lauraline. she couldn't help but sigh and give him a death stare.

" youve got me to kidding me, valerian? you do know that this mission is incredibly important and you just messed it up big time. "

" yes, m very away of that. thank you very much. " removing the special glasses, looking around in frustration. what caught his eye was that he saw a very familiar figure walking into some type of space ship. it couldnt be.

" sir, ive got the pearl. " placing the pearl into a confinement.

" youve done great. i have another mission for you, and then you are free to do whatever you like until the next one. " your sir informed, letting you prepare your mind mentally for the next mission.

walking into your room, you sighed. ' god, i cant wait to have a break.. ' you thought.

placing yourself under a memory watcher that replays your recent memory, you tried to see whether you went wrong somewhere and there it is. before you went into the spaceship, you turned around to look at the empty patch behind you. you often walked in without looking behind to ensure no one saw you, but you were sure that you probably attracted a certain someone.

back in alpha, valerian was getting an ear full about how irresponsible he had been during the mission. it was very rare for this to happen, and valerian wasnt having any of it.

" alex, are you able to detect anything from this pearl. i know its fake but is there anything left behind in that pearl? "

" collaborating data. it seems like this is just a fake pearl from earth. but there are fingerprints left that doesnt match any of the people here. would you like to find more information, major? " a robotic voice played.

" yes, alex. "

" it seems like this is the fingerprint of sergeant marlene monae from cooperate diverse. cooperate diverse is located on the other side of the planet of a thousand cities. " valerian nodded. quickly thanking alex, he got suited up to get the pearl back to its rightful owner.

taking his skyjet, he skillfully dodged multiple boulders. and by the time he reached cooperate diverse, you had left for your mission way before.

valerian waited for a right time to slip in, not knowing how advanced the technology is. so when a ship left and opened the gate, valerian quickly slipped into it.

" alex, do you know where marlene is? " he thought itd be better if he were to just confront you, not wanting to attract more attention.

" 100° from your left, straight down until the big patch of manmade land. then turn to the right and up the lift to level 13. last room to the left. "

valerian counted himself lucky because no one seemed to be around him, it being very quiet. once he maneuvered through the whole entire cooperation with the help of alex, he saw a figure walking into the said room that was supposedly yours.

once you pushed the door shut, valerian was quick to stop the door from completely shutting, not daring to move in yet since he didnt know your next move. hearing another door shut, he quickly peeped through and made sure that no one was in sight, before slipping into your room.

your room was very clean, but too big for his liking. what he learnt about the cooperation is that it was mostly made out of soundproof walls to ensure maximum security of the sharing of conversations and plans. walking around your room, he tried to inspect it, just in case you knew he was coming.

when valerian was sure that there were no traps, he quickly opened the door to the room where you disappeared to. and there you were, sitting in the chair near your desk peacefully. carefully and quietly walking up behind you, he saw you researching the pearl he thought you still had in your possession.

“ its beautiful isnt it? “ valerian teased. not expecting anyone behind you, you jumped up in shock.

“ fuck. “ you muttered. you were right. you messed up. you didnt know how he was able to find you, but whatever it is, you know he wont stop until you surrender.

“ give it to me back. “ valerian pulled out a gun, not knowing what power that gun holds you hold your hands up.

“ i dont know what you are talking about..major “ you gave him a smug look.

leaning to the side, he pointed behind you.

“ that. “

“ i dont have it. “

" dont lie. " valerian advanced towards you. backing up, you realized you were against your desk.

" its either you give me it, or i do something worse. " he suggested.

" what are you going to do? " you laugh breathily.

" arrest me, major. " you leaned forward, just enough to sense valerian tense up.

" you know what? i might just do that.. " he whispered, leaning in.

feeling valerian wrap his arms around your waist, pushing you down onto your desk just enough for you to stabilize yourself. valerians touch made you feel safe, too safe for your liking. it felt like he was able to kill all negativity off, risk himself and the world to save you. valerian then pushed your legs apart and stood in between them to get as close to you as he could. you didnt care whether this was going to be a one night stand. he cared, because he had never seen someone like you, met someone like you, felt someone like you. and just like that, you are the object of his possession and lust.

his to love, his to care about, his to fuck.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #valerian

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pasdasin · 9 months ago

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Entaglement ch 6

levi x reader

summary: we really gonna have to get this guy! damn

cw: brief mention of almost sa, cursing, violence, levi 💀

an: sorry for the late update school is going crazy !

read under the cut

previous — next

The walk to work felt different. The usual mundane task felt more exciting, more how it used to feel. It felt like a lifetime since these feelings had entered your body and for the first time since learning of his death being fake, you felt something for him besides hate or grief. As you entered the building you called work, the atmosphere felt tense. Having to act as though everything was normal, you walked to your boss’s office and knocked. Soon after Conrad had opened the door and inside stood Titus O’lare.

He was a tall, lanky man. His hair was pushed back under his hat. His mouth had a long scar that crossed it diagonally and a cigarette between his lips. You entered the room and sat in your desk silently. The two men continued their discussion before your boss decided it was time.

“Y/n here is my best girl, pure.” Titus looked over in intrigue. “As a thank you for being such a good ally to my business, she offered to give you her virginity.” You stood up from your desk and walked over to the man.

“Please sir let me take you to my room,” you grabbed his hand and walked towards the master suite. With the two of you inside, he quickly started to kiss you and desperately started to remove his own clothes.

You had started to remove your own when you caught the glimpse of Levi and his squad outside the window. A slow dread as you realized what was coming next filled your body as you tried your best to please the man in front of you. You slightly spread your legs as he inspected you to make sure that Conrad was telling the truth.

“A virgin all for me, thank the walls.” He started to lift up your skirt when you mumbled something. He slapped your face in response “What was that you whore?”

“I’m sorry for whats about to happen,” before he could question you, Levi busted in through the window and tackled the man to the ground, beating the guy up for touching you. The rest of his squad piled into the room as Levi continued to pluverize the man.

“Levi stop,” you said holding his arm back from the next punch. Levi grunted and stood up, admiring his work.

“Jean, Connie get this guy back to the base,” Levi said before turning to you. “Are you okay? C’mon lets go.” Before you could protest, he carried you back to your home.

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Levi had tortured the guy so much yet absolutely zero information was revealed about the boxes or the letters. In the basement, now turned torture room, was Hange and Erwin. Levi put down the rusty pliers and called in some of his squad to help clean up the mess, while the guy started taunting them.

“She’s mine you know, offered her virginity to me. That makes her my property.” Titus snickered staring at Levi, who was about to exit the room. Levi, without even thinking, turned to face the guy.

“She isn’t even a virgin, you know how I know that? Because I’m the one who claimed it.” His gaze hardened and he exited to room. Everyone else was left in shock. Levi quickly found you in your room, tears spilling over your eyes.

“What’s wrong y/n”

“You cost me my job, my life down here. Conrad definitely knows now. You know why I was working there? Because of our mothers debt. He was your mother’s pimp and my own. Now he is mine. I am a dead man because of you.” You clenched your fist. Levi reached out to touch you but was interrupted by a loud bang. You stared at him wide eyed as you felt your stomach. Your hand was covered in blood.

“Levi?” you asked before the world turned dark.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #levi x reader

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secretkittywolf · 10 months ago

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High Life

Chapter 5

Joel awakes quite late in the day. After the fire last night, he decided to finally look at his ask. He opens the book and reads through it.

You and Grian run the business known as "Wingedbean". You want a partnership with Mumbo & Scar AKA "Scars & Moustache", but it falls through so your motive? Kill either "Scars" or "Moustache"

"I can't believe I'm a businessman with Grian of all people! It couldn't be Martyn or Tango no, it's Grian. Fuck me" he sighs. Joel gets out of the king sized bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He quickly showers and changes into a dark green suit with a white shirt, black tie and black shoes. He does his best to deal with his messy hair, but he gives up after five minutes and heads out of the penthouse. Once downstairs, he decides to have a wander around. "Wonder if there's a cafe nearby?" He walks down a street and soon comes across a cafe. It's small and on the corner but had a very cosy feeling to it. It has some tables and chairs outside with a couple of other lifers there. "Hey Joel" he turns to see Etho. "Hey Boat Boy. How are you?" Etho chuckles as Joel sits on the chair opposite to him. "I'm fine. Still Boat Boy, huh? Thought that was left behind in Double Life" "Yeah well, you love me, I love you. Platonically of course. Lizzie is my wife" "I know" He couldn't help but sigh. He genuinely felt like there was a connection between him and Joel but alas, it could never be.

"Is there a menu or do we go and get the food's ourselves?" Joel asks. "There is one" Etho hands him a menu for Joel to look over. "Steak..... Porkchop...... Chicken.... No burgers? Fish and chips? Just, regular Minecraft food? Grian gives us a city, penthouses, guns and suits but no food?!" "Nor any alcohol" spoke a familiar voice. The two turn to see a smirking Scar, drinking what looks like a jump boost potion. "No alcohol?! Fucking hell, Grian. Way to make this less exciting" Scar nods in agreement. "Couldn't have said it better myself, my good sir" he starts drinking the jump boost as Joel goes back to talk to Etho. Scar frowns as he drinks the rest and grabs his gun. He didn't want to kill Joel but he really didn't want to be business partners with him. He raises the gun and aims it at Joel. Etho notices. "Joel!" As Joel turns, Scar fires. The bang startled the other guests as Joel hits the ground. As the others try to process what just happened, Scar gets up, grabbing his cane and starts walking away. "Joel! Joel" Etho was holding him. The bullet hit him directly in his right eye. "Take him. I'm gonna deal with Scar" "Scar? What's Scar got to do with this?!" says Lizzie. "It's okay, Lizzie. I'll deal with this" Etho looks in the direction that Scar went and begins to run after him.

Etho soon sees Scar, humming a tune as he walked down the street. "Scar!" The other man stopped, turning to Etho. "What can I do for you, Etho?" "You shot Joel! What's the matter with you?" "What's the matter with me? Nothing" "If nothing's the matter, why shoot Joel? You could've killed him!" Scar sighs. He quickly checks his comm and no death message popped up. "You're right" Etho sighs with relief. "I should've killed him" The other man raises his head as Scar points the gun at him. "Scar..... What are you-" "If I can't kill Joel, I might as well kill you" "Scar please. Whatever's the matter. Whatever's happening, you can talk to me. You don't have to do this" Scar slowly walks closer, his cane tapping against the smooth andesite path. "No. You see, I do" Just as Scar gets ready to fire, he gets knocked over by a screaming Bdubs. The gun clatters, just out of reach. "Bdubs! What are you doing?" "Running from Doc!" "Why?" Asks Etho. "That's why!" Bdubs scrambles to his feet as Doc emerges from an alleyway. "Hold still, Bdouble00" The hybrid raises a machine gun as all three tense up. "Bdubs" "Yeah?" "Take my hand" "Why?" Scar gets to his feet, grabs a hold of Bdubs and jumps.

The effect of the potion was still in tact as he and Bdubs start jumping away. Doc begins to shoot at them, laughing maniacally. Etho grabs the gun and is about to go after them, when his comm beeps. He takes it out and reads the message.

Lizzie: Joel's been taken to the hospital. The bullet barely missed his brain. Grian says he'll be fine

Etho lets out a sigh of relief. He looks at Doc, chasing Scar and Bdubs. "Nah. I'll let them handle that"

Etho: Give me your coords and I'll be over soon

Lizzie soon sent them as he begins to run away from the maniac with the machine gun, and to Joel instead.

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Thank you @ssueterr for the name Wingedbean! I was having trouble coming up with one for this

#high life #trafficblr #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life smp #grian #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #ethoslab #goodtimeswithscar #you are not immune to the goodtimes #good times good times #docm77 #ldshadowlady

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furioustimetravelartisan · 4 months ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58020970

Part 3 under the cut

Home Again

Today was the day. It would mean either freedom or more subduction. Possibly death. Steven was nervously fingering the chain around his neck as he looked at his outfit for the day. He hated it.

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Logan and Wade were getting into their costumes. Wade was deliberately not looking at Logan as he did. Logan was just too fuckin hot when he was only half in his suit and if Wade saw him half dressed he'd definitely jump his bones which no one had time for.

He could tell Logan was still nervous. "Hey, it's gonna be ok peanut, you know that right?" He said finally looking at Logan, who thankfully had his suit fully on. He didn't look convinced.

"Wade," Logan said looking at Wade's beautifully, to him, scarred face, "I've been looking into this Peterson guy, he's been tied to some shady shit. He had ties to Ajax and Weapon X."

"I know Peanut," Wade grabbed silencers for his pistols as he spoke, "that's why, if I get the chance, I'm gonna kill the fucker." The shiny silver was a nice contrast against the shiny gold.

"That may not be the best idea bub, but it's not like I can blame you."

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They were standing by the door at the exact time Steve had told them to be by the door at. It was another 10 minutes before the door opened. But that wasn't Steven.

The woman was wearing a sparkly black floor-length dress with a high slit that showed off a lot of leg. The neckline was a deep v showing off a lot of cleavage. Her sleek brown hair fell halfway down her back. She had a chain with a tiny padlock on it around her neck.

"Holy boobies," Wade whispered to himself.

The woman was about to to speak when they hears a man's voice. "Shit hide," she said, panicked and pointing to some bushes.

They had just hidden when Senator Peterson came out. "Sarah dear you know I don't like it when you wander off," the man said watching her like a hawk.

"I'm sorry sir. I just wanted a smoke, the crowd makes me so nervous." She tried to justify why she was outside. He huffed and scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Ugh fine. But the minute you finish you better get rid of the stench and get back to me right away," he said holding her chin to make sure she couldn't turn her face away before he turned on his heel and walked back into the house.

Sarah's shoulders relaxed with relief. "Stupid prick didn't even notice I don't have fucking pockets," She mumbled before turning back to the bushes, "you guys can come out now."

Wade popped up like a jack-in-the-box while Logan took a little longer to stand.

"Steven?" Wade asked in a whisper and the brunette nodded.

"Well it seems I've bought myself some time so off this comes," he said gingerly removing the wig. It always played havoc with his sensory issues.

"Okay then. I guess we better get on with it," Logan said, "I'm guessing since you got yourself some time you wanna come with us?" He asked the now bald guy in a very itchy dress.

"Oh hell yeah," He said while pulling off his heels, "c'mon it's this way." He said jogging off holding his heels and the end of his dress in one hand while carrying the wig in the other. He quietly padded through the winding halls.

"So why didn't you try this yourself?" Wade whispered.

Steven stopped dead hushing him, there were guards ahead. He quickly placed his shoes on the ground and slipped them on and put his wig back on making sure it looked a bit messy. "I'll distract them."

He walked forward towards the guards blabbering on about falling and looking for a hair brush while Wade sneaked up behind both the guards and banged their heads together knocking them both out. As soon as they were down the wig was back off. Logan walked over, he didn't feel particularly helpful at the moment but like hell was he gonna let Wade go by himself.

"We can't be far now." He grumbled looking towards Steven.

"Nah it's five doors down," he said and then turned to wade, "And to answer your question, I can't crack a safe."

"Fair enough." He muttered.

Logan decided to lead the way past the final five doors. He pointed to a door and Steven nodded. Logan pushed the door open and was greeted with a very over the top ostentatious room. It was full of art and guilded gold.

Steven ran in and oppened a hinged painting to reveal the safe. He turned his head towards his companions, "we gotta hurry. Peterson has got to be suspicious by now."

Wade slid over the desk, knocking off all the useless crap that was placed on top, and came over to look at the safe. He pulled out a long skinny tube with a green light bulb at the end. He pressed a button and it extended and made a whirring noise, "damn its a deadlock." He said as he flung the tube over his shoulder.

Steven looked over to Logan who was pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Did you seriously bring a sonic screwdriver just to make that joke?"

"Yup!" Wade sounded proud of himself.

"Uh guys I don't think we have time for this," Steven said peeking out the door.

"Alright alright I'm doing it." Wade stated as he started to crack the safe.

There were footsteps outside the door coming closer and closer.

Steven had started holding the door shut when the safe finally opened.

His eyes widened when he heard the sound. He ran towards the safe abandoning the door which Logan took over holding shut as someone started banging on the door. Steven's eyes were wide. "Shit gimmie the key. Where the fuck is the key." He muttered handing papers and jewellery boxes towards Wade.

"Could it be in one of those boxes?" Logan suggested which prompted Steven to start opening each box, grumbling when it was just a gem instead of the tiny silver key he was looking for.

"Hey wait is this it?" Wade asked after opening the smallest box. Inside the box was the smallest key Wade had ever seen. Steven fumbled to grab it trying desperately to unlock the padlock from the chain on his neck.

The door was starting to splinter as the wood was failing to withstand the punishment it was being subjected to.

"Here I'll do it. You can't see what you're doing," Wade said grabbing the key and unlocking the padlock.

There was a bang from a gun and then a poof of pale blue smoke as Steven disappeared. The bullet hit Wade's leg.

#poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #x men

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kristowldeer · 2 years ago

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A Dry Pie

Jack Horner x Fem!Reader (food critic)

Hey guys, so I didn’t write anything in English for a few years now! And I just watched Puss in Boots 2, so… he’s big, obsessive, and in a purple suit, what else do we need??

I've came up with this idea of us being an influential food critic, and i didn't see any other fic like that (if I'm wrong please do correct me) so here we go! Part 2: https://kristowldeer.tumblr.com/post/713153178129055744/jack-horner-x-femreader-food-critic-2-part

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– Who wrote this? – the newspaper was slowly torn into pieces, – I’m asking you once again, – an extremely big man in a purple suit raised from his table, – Who wrote this?! – he slammed the table so hard, that the sound of it slightly cracking filled the air after.

– Sir, mr Horner, it’s-she- her name is (Y/N) , sir-

– I saw the name with my own eyes, you idiot! Where did she came from?! Who the hell she thinks she is?!

– Well, mr Horner, sir, – the worker couldn’t stop stuttering, – She’s the m-most influential food critic of the-

Enormous shadow was looming over the shaking “Little Jack’s Horner pie” company employee. For a second, poor fella didn’t even dare to breath, just to not anger his short tempered boss even more.

– Now listen to me closely. You will go to your tiny worthless table, with you tiny worthless feet, and will write a tiny invitation for this hag of a woman to come here and rethink her dry position about my dry pies, – for a moment the worker thought that Horner’s eye was twitching from inner aggression that he tried to suppress, – Instructions clear?

– Yes, mr Horner, s-sir!

– Now get out of my sight before I snapped your neck!

The worker ran to the door but stopped with it half open:

– Mr Horner… Should I call her hag in the letter?

He slammed the door shut just before a thrown knife could pierce his eye.

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They’ve settled on Thursday.

Two days were spent on thorough preparations and rehearsals for the “big arrival”, and maybe a dozen of deaths, because as once was said by a great man: you can’t bake a pie without loosing a dozen man. Especially when you are going to make the greatest pie you’ve ever done in your whole life.

On the night of her arrival Jack was thinking of possibilities of just exterminating the hag, as he named her earlier, but nevertheless wore his best suit and styled his hair just right. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

– She’s here! She’s here, mr Horner! – someone ran into his office.

– What? – he turned away from his mirror, – An hour earlier? Did you bake the pie already?!

– S-sir it’s in the oven, we need at least half an hour for it to be-

– Ugh, you idiots can’t do anything right! Now I’m supposed to talk with this woman to make her happy!

– Maybe someone else could-

– No! You will ruin everything, again. – he made a deep breath, – Fine. Tell everyone that we’re greeting her now as we rehearsed.

On the way out Jack suddenly stopped:

– And yes, if she will be displeased… – he slowly loomed over and said in deep whisper, – You’re all going to be very sorry.

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He stands there with his usual obnoxious grin, he was ready and he knew he did good, and looking good too. If only he could control every other employee, but for that it would take real magic, so he could only pray for them to not mess this up. Everything and everyone was clean and wearing a smile, not too wide and not too small, and god forbid if she sees any fear in their eyes.

Heavy, big doors of the factory were opening slowly. He thought to himself chucking inside: “We’ll see who’s gonna be important now, who’s going to have a last laugh, miss (Y/n)”. It was already dark outside, so before she stepped inside he couldn’t possibly see her face, but he has imagined it already for a few times. He clearly saw a witchy, long and ugly nose which she likes to put in others busyness, her crooked into unpleasant grimace lips, which were always conveying displeasure with others, and her beautiful, most magnetic eyes with long eyelashes, that where trying to get used to the sudden light. “Oh god she’s so- No! You, fool, get yourself together!” Jack felt as his cheeks were suddenly turning warmer.

No, no, no! What is it?! What is this stupid feeling doing in my head?! Oh, maybe she’s a witch? Yes! Absolutely, that’s why she has lived for so long and didn’t get herself killed with such nonsense that she writes! A witch! Magician! Maybe she could teach me magic some- No! Stupid voices, just shut up!

– Excuse me, mr Horner, is something wrong? You look slightly… alarmed? – he didn’t even notice as she came closer and was standing not so far from him.

– Ah! Miss (Y/N), I’m sorry, no, it’s just I’ve felt a little hot- I mean not well today, but I can reassure you that right now I’m completely fine.

– That’s good, mr Horner, – she slightly smiled and looked around, – So tell me… what did I do to deserve an honour of such an invitation?

Oh god her smile is so pretty- Shut it, stupid brain!

– I think that you know that very well, miss (Y/N). – they slowly started moving in the direction of his office, – I am very much interested in your… reconsideration of that thing that you’ve wrote about my- our pies.

– Ah, so you didn’t like my review? I hope I didn’t offend your feelings? – she slightly touched his elbow in reassuring gesture.

Why is she touching me? Her hand is so… tiny, fragile. I could’ve easily break it with just one hand.

– No, of course not, how could you possibly offend me? – he chuckled.

– I’m glad to hear that, – they’ve stepped into his office, – So, mr Horner, why aren’t we heading to the kitchen? Or do you want to show me something special that everyone else can’t see? – she smiled playfully.

God, what is she- why is she saying that? Is she implying on- No, she can’t possibly-

– Don’t be so serious, mr Horner! I apologise, I like to joke too much perhaps. You know, especially I like dry jokes.

Ah, she’s playing with me, just playing. Just jokes… right? Dry. Yes, the pie!

– It’s alright, miss (Y/N). I, of all people, can appreciate a good joke. About the kitchen, – he slowly walked to the wall with unicorn horns, – It’s just that we weren’t expecting you to be early. So I thought of entertaining you a little bit.

– And how exactly would you like to entertain me, mr Horner?

She’s smiling again. Is she joking? But there is no joke in this sentence! Is she… flirting with me? Impossible! Yes, I am a good one, maybe even more than good, but she? No. I don’t believe it. I’m misunderstanding the situation.

– As you can see, – he turned to face some shelfs of his, – I have a peculiar collection of different magical objects. I hope you will at least find it amusing.

– Yes, in fact I already do, mr Horner, – he could hear her soft steps, – What about this one?

Jack turned around to see her reaching out to touch a Midas’s hand, even though it was protected with special glass, his heart skipped a bit.

– Don’t! – as fast as he could he shifted to stop her hand.

I’m holding her hand. Her small, gentle hand. Mine looks so horribly enormous. Is she disgusted with it? I do look like a giant for her. I should probably release it… but she’s not moving either. Why?

– It’s… It’s dangerous to touch. Ever heard of king Midas? – Jack started to feel hotter, they were standing so close.

Extremely close. And I still hold her hand.

– Oh, yes, I didn’t, – her breaths were becoming shallow, – I mean I heard, but how do you have such a… hand?

She’s looking at my hand. So what is she asking about? I hope about- Her chest is rising so high, and oh lord that cleavage, I can’t get exited right now!

Sudden knock on the door made them step away from each other.

– What is it?

– Mr Horner, everything is ready.

– Yes, I’m coming- We, we’re coming. Miss (Y/N)?

– Alright, mr Horner. Lead the way, – she slightly smiled.

She smiles, but why is she looking… disappointed?

The two of them came to the table surrounded with every possible worker of the company, who were impatiently waiting for their sentence but still wearing a smile.

Jack pulled a chair for (Y/N) to sit at the neatly prepared table, and set across, hardly trying to hide his anticipation. The pie was served. The slice of it was looking extremely delicious, pared with a ball of vanilla ice cream, that was slowly and seductively melting in the heat of fresh bakery, mixing with a purple plum juice.

She took a bite.

I bet her lips are so delicious. Even more delicious than this damned pie. Why is she doing it so slowly? No, please, not the eye contact! She’s playing with me, she’s definitely a witch. I bet I look as red as I could possibly be. It’s good that it’s still hot in here after all the cooking. If anyone is staring at her right now, I swear-

– Delicious.

– What? – he stuttered.

(Y/N) already ate all of her slice, and slowly put a knife and a fork near the plate:

– Mr Horner, I said this pie is delicious. I think when I ate it in the restaurant it was not this fresh. Not this… wet.

– Wet? – Jack was very confused.

– Yes, mr Horner. Wet, not dry. I like my pie extremely wet.

Someone in the crowd breathed with a sound of relief, but Jack couldn’t mumble a single word. When she raised from the table, he almost jumped after her and nearly flipped over the table.

Why is this always supposed to be so awkward?! Damn it!

– Mr Horner, I would like to take what’s left from the pie with me, – she straightened her clothes and looked Jack right in the eye.

– Of course, miss (Y/N), – he didn’t even had to ask: a few workers were already dashing in the depth of kitchen, – Maybe we can provide you with something else, or-

– No need, thank you. I will see myself out.

– Of course, I will escort you-

– No need, mr Horner. I believe I’ve already took a lot of your time today.

Why is she so eager to go all of a sudden? Ah, of course, she’s bored and scared of you. What else have you expected?

Someone handled her a package with a pie.

– Oh, and mr Horner?

– Yes?

– I would like to have such a pie home-delivered to me in a few days. Can you do it for me, please?

She’s looking at me somewhat strange. What is she implying? We don’t do home deliveries! Ugh, quick, answer!

– Of course, miss (Y/N).

– Marvellous! So, I hope we’ll meet again, mr Horner. Have a pleasant evening.

And thus she walked away, leaving a big man standing frozen in the hot kitchen.

#jack horner #big jack horner #puss in boots #jack horner x reader #puss in boots last wish

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khrissanchez98 · 1 year ago

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"Curiosity is dangerous ."(unfinished story)

It's 7:30 am .I enter the local coffee shop located on a busy street in downtown Des Moines iowa.The sun is coming up and people are on their regular commute to work.Rushing at a pace I refuse to move at nowadays.As far as I'm concerned,I'm just an out of work writer who chose passion over an unsatisfying 9 to 5 ,still not sure if this was the best idea but it suits me for now. As of recent I had just left my wife after finding out she was having an affair with one of her coworkers. Can't remember why the fuck I ever got married.Anyways.It is what it is.Then I'm also dealing with my consistent contemplation on whether or not I even want to continue to live past my late thirties and my unhealthy obsession with death,but I guess I'll discuss that later.

All I know is,today was gonna be different then the rest.

I get my coffee and prepare to pay for it with the little money I have left from working the last odd job I found .Gotta make money somehow for the time being.The baby faced coffee shop employee is too happy for me this morning ,and more than willing to spark up a conversation.And I haven't even had my coffee yet.Kill me now.

"How are you doing today sir,the weather's beautiful today wouldn't you say?"he says With a big bright cheerful smile on his face. His name tag displays that his name is Eric.Of course his names Eric.

I stop for a minute and contemplate what I should say.Then I set both my hands on the counter ,with the little patience I have in me,and look up at him.

"Look um Eric,I can tell your just trying to be nice and I can tell your young and probably still a virgin,so I'm gonna cut you some slack,but I'm gonna be rather blunt with you,maybey save you some trouble in the future.First I can't tell you how my days going yet,and you want to know why? ,it literally just started about an hour ago and not to mention I haven't even had my first coffee yet or my first cigarette,meaning it's too damn early to tell,okay.Second,I just found out about a week ago that my wife,my angel my everything, as you would put it ,is enthusiastically opening her legs for one of her co-workers when I'm not around.So I'm still working on managing the homicidal rage from that little situation.Last but not least,when I come to this place to get my coffee this early ,I'm not here to have meaningless interactions,I'm here to sit in silence,do some writing and drink my coffee.So I hope that answers your question son"

I laid down the money,grabbed my coffee and began to walk away.I could hear Eric behind me. "uhh well I hope you have a good day sir,didn't mean to bother you"

Okay maybey that was unnecessary but I wasnt in the mood and hadn't been in the mood for days now.Look,I'm not a complete asshole,but times have been tough lately and all I'm doing Is surviving in every way.I figure being honest and blunt will keep interactions simple and short which is exactly what I need right now.Sue me.

Just like I told the over cheerful coffee shop employee, Eric,I wasn't sure how my day was going or how it was even gonna go .Not yet atleast.My days were uneventful predictable and regular for the most part and rather boring I might add and I was completely fine with this.I lived a life of chaos for some time,and while I found excitement in it,it was leading me down dark roads and sticky situations .I had to find a path that was more ,how I would say ,regular and boring I suppose.But soon enough I was gonna get a better idea on how my day was gonna go and things weren't gonna be so boring or predictable after all.

That's when she walked in.At first I was preoccupied writing in my notebook.Working on a story.There was a bell on the door.I heard it ring as the door opened.I looked up and saw her from about ten feet away while I was sitting at my table.She was on the thinner side, had short straight black hair,a white tank top,black shades,and blue slim jeans,and she was carrying a black leather purse and she was light skinned,or In other words,white.Yes the first thing I thought was she's absolutely attractive.Made me wonder why I settled for my wife in the first place when there's broads out here looking like this.Anyways that was it,I admired her for a moment and put my head back down and continued my writing.I was deep in concentration when I heard a voice very close to me.

"Hi,do you mind if I sit with you?"

The voice was soft and sweet,I looked up and it was her,the lady I had been admiring from afar.Now all I could think was,why would this beautiful woman ,want to sit with me.Now I'm not saying I'm an ugly bastard,but I guess to put it this way I felt like she was out of my league to begin with.But of course maybey she just wanted some friendly company.Nothing more . Now as far as I go,I'm on the bigger side,not fat but not thin neither.Short blonde hair that sticks up and leans to the side,and im wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans that got holes in them.All in all I look like your average Joe.Either way,there was never a time when I couldn't use the company of a beautiful woman,I didn't hesitate, but I kept my regular attitude.I may have found her attractive but I never lose my cool regardless of the situation.Something you learn from experience.

"Go for it" I said.

She pulled a chair out from the table and took a seat, she set her purse down on her lap.She had her cup of coffee,she took a sip and sat it down on the table,she looked around in a seemingly nervous manner and then looked back in my direction.I thought nothing of it.Im an overanalytical person anyways,so I figured that's just what my mind was doing ,overanalyzing.

Now,I'm a man of few words,rather ironic considering I passionately use them in my writings everyday but anyway you get what I mean I suppose.Ive always been comfortable with silence.I think the older you are the less you feel you have to fill the silence with meaningless conversation and small talk.So needless to say I kept quiet and continued to write and drink my coffee as she sat across from me.Then she spoke.

"It's nice to meet you,my names Jessica,I noticed you sitting over here writing and I thought that was interesting and plus as of recent I'm kind of a loner and figured you looked like you could be some good company,just in case you were wondering why I wanted to sit with you."

I looked up and replied

"Names Don ,Don Shapiro .Yeah actually I was kind of curious as to why you decided to come sit with me.But all in all,I'm not complaining,and uh yeah as far as the writing goes I've been writing for a while now.It just keeps my mind busy and distracted and it's something I love to do ya know.God knows if I don't keep my mind distracted it does more flips than a gymnast.Ill be blunt with you Jessica,upstairs,it can be a mad house ,but I manage it rather well I suppose."

Another thing about me,I dont beat around the bush as far as being honest on the reality that not only I,but many people live in.Difference between me and others is,I speak on things that other people chose not to speak on.Rather it be dark or shocking didn't matter to me much .I was numb to it.And I do this as if it's not something that is offensive or shocking in the least bit,and this is how it is with my humor also.Which tends to throw people off gaurd.One of my flaws as far as interacting with people goes,but it's who I am.

She replies

"Oh no I completely understand,and Don if I can be blunt with you,if you ask me, she paused and leaned in a little ,"were all a little mad aren't we now?" she smiled as she said this.She leaned back in her seat with a smile on her face still."Anyways what exactly are you writing,if you don't mind me asking"

"Well ,I'm writing a story about a troubled young man who loses his mind and murders his father ,stabs him to death and then eventually gets shot down by police and it gets even more odd from there on out but yeah,that's the current project I'm focusing on right now ." "Not to mention. this story is not very far from what actually took place with this young man,loosely based on true events. "See Jessica my theory is,there's a very dark side to people,even your regular average Joe,sometimes I don't think you ever know when your looking into the eyes of somebody ready to commit a brutal act of violence ,we all have it in us,all it takes is the right set of circumstances, events and a few other ingredients and boom ,you got yourself a homicidal maniac."

I fully expected her to wonder if there was something dearly wrong with me. But her response took me by surprise which doesn't happen often,but left me wondering.Who is this woman?

"Yeah ,I think your absolutely right Don, she took a sip of her coffee sat it down and looked around and looked back at me"for example I have a loaded pistol in my purse right now and due to a certain string of events and circumstances I'm more than likely gonna blow my husband's brains out today and flee the country" she smiled again and this time I was also smiling as we both looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds .I thought "she's definitely joking " After a few seconds of us looking each other in the eyes and smiling she let out a little laugh and said

"Of course I'm just fucking with you" "Oh God I got you didn't I,really made you wonder huh." "You know if I had said that to anybody else they would have looked at me like I was insain" "I promise I'm not,my sense of humor is just off the wall sometimes"

I replied ,now entirely interested

"You know you would think I'd be shocked but in all reality I have a tendancy to say things that are rather off the wall too.And to be honest with you I knew you were just fucking with me,but I can't lie ,you had me pretty intrigued " I laughed a little

"Anyways,I'm glad there's someone in this world with a similar sense of humor to mine,anyways Jessica,welcome to the circus"

She laughed

"you know don,your pretty alright,listen I live in an apartment complex just a couple blocks down from here and well if I'm gonna be honest, I'm more than likely gonna be doing a little day drinking today,don't judge me "she smiled " and I was thinking ,maybey you'd like to join me?"

I thought about it.I used to be quite the alcoholic and I was big into parties in my younger years.Though I hadn't had a drink in a while and those days seemed long behind me ,I was interested,interested I suppose mainly because with the recent things I had been goin through with my wife and then trying to be successful as a writer and feeling like I've failed entirely ,as of recent my attitude had become more of a "fuck it I'm in" kind of deal,even if the idea wasn't the best one.That was one of my main issues In life.I was quick to make bad decisions thinking "I'll be fine,I'll just have some fun and be on my way" and that's what I said to myself right before I did any drug or drink any alcohol or did anything risky and here I was absolutely prepared to do it again.Plus it's hard for me to say no to a beautiful woman and at this point she had me intrigued.If anything ,maybey this will make for a good story.

"I mean,yeah I'll join.But um ,you mentioned a husband,are you actually married?,I only ask because the last thing I need right now is to come to your apartment and have your husband come home and find us spending time together and have an absolute mental breakdown ,ya get what I'm saying"

She said

"Yes actually I am married but we're kind of going through some things right now and we're taking a break from each other ,don't worry he doesn't live with me right now.And what about you ?Are you married or anything like that?"

I replied

"Well that's actually a funny story to get into,yes I was married ,key word "was".But I came to find out she had been sleeping with one of her co-workers.So I left her .This bitch ,I stopped myself and shook my head ……i mean ,this woman was important to me but now turns out what i thought was real was merely closer to a game being played . Look I dont hate anybody and I adore woman but I definitely do not have the most fond and polite feelings torward this woman right now and it is what it is.So excuse my french.That being said, I could use a drink."

she said

"Good cause I'm not drinking alone"."Sorry to hear what your going through,and that's why we're both gonna get tipsy and forget our problems for the day" she smiled

I smiled and closed my notebook took a sip of my coffee and said "So,when do we get started?"

In the back of my mind I knew this wasnt the smartest idea.If there's anything I learned about alcohol is,it never ends quite as good as I'd like it too.But I thought,what the hell,plus there's just something about her that keeps me interested.Wouldnt be the first time I made a decision that might not be the best to make.Gotta live a little right? Right?

We gathered our things and left the coffee shop and made our way torward her apartment.In reality to the rest of the world she might seem a little off or odd ,but considering the world I came from she seemed absolutey normal to me.Either way there was not many things to make me lose my levelheadedness or my cool.Like I said,it's something that comes with experience.

To be continued.

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