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gladiatorcunt · 4 months ago

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- JOYRIDE / VIII.

i drink the honey inside your hive

cw: kinktober prompt (daddy kink), southern florist president’s secret child!reader x secret service agent!toji, reader has a vagina, tits used to refer to your chest, age gap (toji is 47 and reader’s early-mid 20’s), dad bf type shit, willing to expand on this, hints of political intrigue and fictional plots, toji x your mom mention, implied and eventual betrayal (not of reader), typical politician behavior, parental neglect & it’s consequences, anal & lack of proper anal prep, dirty talk, light pet play, arguable one sided incest role play & possible actual incest, plus sized!reader, gun play mention, underlying mental health issues, mention of itafushi, flower language, dead dove do not eat

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kinktober 2024

“There. After nearly breaking my back, the seeds are all planted, finally.”

You'd like to be buried under this magnolia tree, it would be a pretty funeral. Black outfits against the white backdrop of rare winter snow. You have big dreams for this sapling, clearly, as unassuming and drab as it appears freshly planted in the soil of your garden. The ones you’re mom took care of are all gone, maybe they got up and walked after her to somewhere on the horizon. If it doesn’t get so hot the state gets put under another burn ban next summer, this little thing should grow into a beautiful thing that obviously showcases how not depressed you are.

Could a depressed person cope with grief by growing a new life? Well, you wouldn’t know, coping isn’t on your to-do list for a long time if ever. What’s the point of getting better when you’re just going to feel bad again?

Whatever, you shake your head and head back into the shop, you have bills to pay and moping around won’t do anything to help with them. Since you live in a pretty small town, it’s a slow day like always. That is until a tough looking man steps in through the door, opening it and making the bell ding.

His loud sports car is still on and roaring outside, a bright yellow Alfa Romeo 4C.

The man notices your wandering eye and smirks, “You like it, doll? Didn’t take you for someone who’d be interested in cars.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s cool. Must have cost you a lot.”

“Nah. I bought it off one of my buddies at work, fixed it up myself. Well, me and my son’s boyfriend that is. You lookin’ to get somethin’ like that for yourself?”

You’re not really on the market for one, no, because it’s loud as hell and practically rumbling in your ear. You rub it off and ask him what he wants, forgetting some of your politeness, but this man doesn’t seem like he’d care if you spit in his face and kicked him in the balls.

“I’m not from around here.” He rasps and adjusts his sunglasses, leaning one heavy arm on the counter and cocking his hip out, “DC, actually. I’m lookin’ for somebody. You could call it confidential business.”

You hum and narrow your eyes, “Unless that confidential business involves a funeral or getting out of the doghouse with somebody, I can’t help you.”

Suddenly you remember your mother telling you about a big shot politician that knocked her up with you, how he hid you both away when she told him she was pregnant. Your mother was down on her luck 16 year old diner girl, and apparently the politician knew all too well how to use and discard her. The money was enough for your mom to give up her dreams and keep you in this town. When you’ve lived so long without what you think you should, you’re fine to obsessively make sure you never go without again.

He’s the president now anyway, even more reason to make sure you’re the bug that stays squashed under the rock.

The man with the mouth scar notices and decides to drop the act, sighing and taking out his gun. He doesn’t shoot you, just scratches underneath his chin with the puzzle and pointedly makes eye contact with you.

“Okay, let’s cut the shit. My name’s Toji Fushiguro, and I know that you’re who I'm after just as much as you know why i’m here, so why don’t ya just appreciate that y’r old man wants you back and come with me?”

You grit your teeth but you know there’s only one way this interaction is going to end is with you getting in the passenger seat of this nutjob’s car. He watches you shut everything off in the shop and leave a message for the only other employee, asking them to take over until you can come back. He’s a gigantic wolf, tall and silent in the corner, keeping his eyes constantly on his prey. Toji’s never let a bunny or prickly house cat out of his sight in his entire career, but in his current line of work it’s at least legal. Essentially.

“Pretty flowers ya got here.” He says, prolonging your unease. “Maybe his office could use some of these, dull ass beige box that it is.”

Your lips quirk up despite the awful situation, “Yeah I guess. The camellias are new, but hellebores are my favorites, I think. Not many people are into flowers this time of year, but I don’t have anything else to do.”

Toji nods, leading you out of the shop with a hand at the small of your back and oddly content to let you stress babble.

“I’m nowhere near good enough to do arrangements for the White House anyway, regardless of who’s sitting all cozy in it.” You spit and bite one of your nails, nipping at a piece of a hangnail. “Probably’d just throw some buttercups, yellow carnations, orange lillies on the floor, a bit of aconite in there too.”

You know that the agent corralling you into his car doesn’t have a damn clue what you’re talking about, but he seems at ease the more you relax into the leather car seat.

You make yourself fall asleep when he puts the car into drive and speeds down the street.

You’ve been in DC for about a week now, without ever actually meeting your dad of course but you’ve met plenty of his staff after Toji introduced you. He’s a secret service agent, who was given the special task of watching over the president’s only child, you can tell he’s not that happy about it.

Probably not as much action as there’d be in his usual position, you’re very willing to go with their plans of you laying low and staying inside most of the time. You’re still so confused, none of this makes any sense at all. You’ve lived your whole life without being involved in any of this but it’s only when your mother’s dead and your father can’t ignore you anymore that he wants to claim you?

It’s all another move in the game towards the re-election. At least he’s a better president than a father, but that’s not by much. Promises to address climate change and the country’s oil dependance getting pushed to the side, worsening class issues and trickle down economics, putting up more anti-homeless measures. You wish you felt like you could leave, but the tiny sliver of hope that by some weird miracle you could do something keeps you from being bold.

There’s nothing you could actually do anyway, you’re never going to be a part of the groups that their agendas support. You’ll always be the small town reject who saw meth addicts at the local gas station more than your own father.

You and Toji have gotten closer, by necessity and the sheer oddity of being polar opposites. You’re both equally as prickly though in different ways, birds of a molted feather. He’s there when you wake up, there during your mundane day, and there outside your door when you go to sleep. Even if you wouldn’t have liked your “bodyguard”, and you’re not sure you do, the distance between the two of you decreasing was inevitable.

He delivers you food, opens your jars, fixes the pipes in your penthouse, drives you everywhere you want to go in the city, carries your books for you in a bookstore, kneels down beside you in the dirt so he can help you with weeding out your garden, and keeps an itemized list of period supplies and your favorite things.

Your favorite minor holiday is national cherry day, he puts a reminder on his phone with the help of his son to always stop by the supermarket and get you some.

You feel like Whitney Houston right now, and if late at night you listen to her albums more than your mom did growing up, fantasizing about a 40+ year old man who treats you like a bug he has to keep alive, then no one has to know.

But no other man’s gonna do

So i’m saving all my love for you

You also think he’s going to assassinate your father. Sometimes you’ll hear hushed whispers late at night between Toji and someone on the phone, he’ll break protocol and leave you alone to duck into another person’s office and end up leaving with a grim look on his face.

You’ve seen the logs he keeps of your father’s whereabouts, which he should have anyway. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you get the most awful storm in your gut when you see them under a gun that’s never been fired, like it has a special purpose.

You only speak to your father briefly, tense hellos and goodbyes exchanged over the bridge of a too tight handshake. You immediately expressed your distaste for being involved in his political career and he accepted that, letting you galavant on your merry way around town with his most dangerous agent. Ahead of Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, and Sukuna Ryomen, your father’s closest gaggle of hyenas.

You call them that because you could easily imagine drool dripping from their jowls if they felt so inclined to attack, to devour.

They give Toji their own versions of the same look when you pass them in the halls or they need to meet to give security updates, watching and waiting.

They only give you smiles, of every shape and size.

It’s easy to get a closer look at what your father does, the lives he ruins. Peace can only be an option for so long before other courses of action have to be considered. You don’t know Toji’s motives, this could just be another murder for hire paid for by one of your father’s political rivals. You doubt his heart is that deeply invested in those sorts of things, he’s made himself too apathetic, but you can tell that he still cared a little bit. He told you once that he’s had children who grew up starving before he got the job he has now.

They’re your age now, but he’d still do anything to keep it, to support them.

And then you think that maybe someone who’s only ever been abandoned knows what it’s like to hoard any good thing you can get your grubby hands on.

You give him own little bouquet of flowers one day, half because you’re going stir crazy as the weeks go by with Toji being all you know and half because you think you do want him to kill your father.

Purple Orchid.

Red Lily.

Red Anemone.

Gloriosa.

Red Delphinium.

Red Clematis.

Genista.

The next day, he’s barking at you to get packed for a stay at one of the out of the state safe houses. Don’t ask questions, protocol means you heed his warning and hop back in that canary yellow mid life crisis status symbol.

The tension was bound to be cut with a knife, the whole ride to the safe house is filled with sideways glances and slipknot blaring from the speakers. You have the same uneasy feeling that you do anytime Toji even hints at something being wrong, but something seems especially wrong this time. It’s not your job to worry about it though, and the older man tells you as much.

“Shut y’r trap, alright? You never have to get your panties in a twist when y’r with me, sorta.”

The safe house is as boring as expected, something out of a kindergartener's drawing. One story cube shaped, small roof, faded brown door.

You're only in the tiny kitchen for a second when Toji locks the door and comes to prop himself up on the counter, licking his scar.

He chuckles, “You’re a lot different than I thought you'd be, ya know that?

“I could say the same about you, I mean not really, but there are things I was surprised by.” You retort and sort through the cabinets, picking what cereal you’re going to stress eat tonight.

He comes around the counter and his hands slide from the tile to grip your waist.

“Yeah? Like what, doll?” Is cooed right in front of your mouth when Toji leans down.

You’re not immune to the proximity, your heart does a factory reset. “I never knew you could be so sweet, Toji.”

You’re not supposed to refer to him by his name, but you can’t let the word you secretly want to say slip out. You’d have to tell the employee back at your flower shop to be ready to claim the insurance policy on it after you go back and set yourself on fire.

But God, the miserable man looming over your bunny-tense figure really is sweet, distantly warm in the way a generally emotionally unavailable father is. But Toji’s the kind that would actually give you something to hold close to your heart over his long stretches of being absent until months go by and he tries to be better again.

You’re glad Sigmeund Freud isn’t an immortal vampire who would still be around to psychoanalyze you to shreds.

“Sweet to you maybe, ‘cause I have to be.”

“My dad couldn’t care less if you beat me silly.”

“I know.”

He never once said it was your father that compelled him to be as gentle with you as he is. A woman he met decades one, shacking up with an up and coming politician who he didn’t even try and pretend to be better then. They hooked up once and then he met his late wife, but months later the woman from his one night stand swore the baby in her belly wasn’t his. He never asked for a paternity test.

He never will, he’s already enough like your Daddy anyway, there’s no point in getting a confirmation or a denial to what his soul (and his cock) knows is good enough for a rat bastard like him.

You come out of your shame spiral as he splays one of his beefy gigantic hands out on the counter so you don’t get cold when he pushes your head down.

“I’d kill your old man if he kept me from this ass pussy, but it ain’t like he could if he tried.” Toji grunts, pendulous balls slapping your ass like a couple of grapefruits with every rough thrust in your puckered hole.

You gave up on being shy as soon as he clamped a hand around your throat to direct the first kiss you’d share. “Daddy- ngh, you’re gonna break me”.

His hand is so warm, your cheek squishes against the grooves and minor cracks in his skin as your head bobs forward. Despite you already being pressed down into the kitchen counter as much as humanly possible, Toji seems determined to force you to become one with it.

He gropes your thick ass cheeks, watching them bounce and jiggle as his burly hips slam against you continuously. Performance art in its truest form, whiney little baby pushing their hips back to take him even deeper in their fat ass. He didn’t have the means to properly prep you, just spit on his hand and massaged it into your already wet rim and called it a day. No condom either, but he can probably save the pussy job and it's obvious consequences until after your old man’s been made to lie face down in the dirt.

“I like the way your cunt sits under your squishy belly, ‘s pouting, baby. Both you and your pussy are clingy as fuck, huh?” He laughs deeply, reaching the hand that’s not under your face to smack your clit.

Your empty cunt gets wetter at the teasing, clenching around nothing because Toji likes to play pretend that he can be halfway considerate to the poor thing until he can’t. You want it too much right now, when you’re all loopy from his mean pounding in your ass is the moment he’ll regretfully have to pull himself out to sheath his hung length in your chubby pussy.

You moan, thought it gets precariously close to a wail the longer it goes on. “Daddyyyyyyy, oh fuck, shit- ‘m gonna tear.”

Your words end in a squeal of delight, your off the cuff rambling driving Toji to speed up his thrusts to piston his fat cock harder into your ass. Like he almost wants it to tear, your biological daddy gave you some nasty emotional scars, let your real one leave you with a couple physical ones. That’s what good daddies do, they take care of their babies and always give them something to remember them by when they won’t like their ancient relic of a father so much.

“Now don’t get mad at me, but- Oh, fuck- i was gonna kill ya, that was the plan. Take ya back, blow your brains out in front of your dad, make ‘im piss his pants because he knows he’s next.” He smiles knowingly when his hand on your clit feels it throb at his dark thinking-out-loud musings, wishing he could scrunch his fingers all up in your scalp and roughly pet you. “You like it like that, baby bunny? Daddy gets you gooey and syrupy sweet when he touches you, huh? Could just gobble you up whole, bones and all.”

Fuckin’ hell, you’re more precious than diamonds or gold or any loot he could’ve swiped from your old man’s crib. He’ll have to remember to slide his cock between your slick girls later, soap them up in the freestanding bathtub and spill his thick off white load all over them. You’ll lick up what you can but cleaning you up is obviously Daddy’s job, slurping up his own jizz like a wolf smoothing his rowdy pup’s fur down, nuzzling his nose in the valley of your tits and in the crook of your armpits.

“Daddy-” Your mouth gapes, little punched out ‘unh-unh-unh’s fly out of your mouth as your ass ripples. A few of your hairs stick to your forehead and you look over your shoulder, flushed and overwhelmed.

He just said he was going to kill you, you couldn’t even say when he changed his mind if he’s even telling the truth. But all you can focus on is that you really hope no other security personnel arrive at the safe house to check on you, whatever the fuck you’re doing definitely isn’t protocol.

Toji leans forward and scruffs the back of your neck with his canines, nipping the skin and leaving a mark as he slams his hips forward again. His grip on your love handles becomes iron clad and binding, wishing on a shooting star for bruises to form. He plunges in to the hilt with every thrust and gnaws at your sloped shoulder, he’s gonna cum and fill your cute little butt up. Pump your backdoor so full of cump it bulges and trickles down your trembling thighs.

You keen brokenly, floating up and away into his kiss. Which is basically more of an affectionate bite, but his tongue is mapping out your teeth and your cherry chapstick lips glide against his cold weather chapped ones. So it can be technically considered a kiss, but it leaves you reeling, someone just smashed a rock into your face and you’re collapsed on the ground unable to walk it off.

You try to squirm away from the earth shattering pleasure.

“What i’d say about givin’ me a chance, doll? Anyway, you were good as dead until I actually laid eyes on ya. Pretty thing, soft heart with a softer touch, ripe for the picking and left all alone…”

He can feel you getting close, you’re humping back against him like a bunny in heat as his thumb does a frenzied dance on your clit. He slides his big hand up your body to strum your nipples, his soft as a butterfly’s wing touch contrasting deliciously with his diabolically rough strokes.

In the fantasy he coos in your ear and asks if you agree that he did such a good job making this body, didn’t he? He twists his wrist on your pert bud, timing his ministrations with the upwards angled stroke of his cock. Your whimpering, his thick tip hitting the sensitive place you’ve never been able to reach with your fingers or your extra large toys.

“Fill me up, Daddy, please.” You beg, tears streaming down your face and sticking to his hand cushioning you. You turn your head the tiniest bit to wetly smack your lips together, kissing the rugged appendage. “It’s so hungry, I need it, give it up to me already. Not goin’ anywhere.”

Your cock-crazed eyes widen in panic whenever he acts like he’s gonna pull out, allowing you only the tip before grinning and sliding all the way home once again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I fixed it, didn't i? Got you all plugged up and owned doll, would sooner ride the muzzle of Shiu’s gun than kill ya now. Y’r soakin’ my balls so goddamn good.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you-“

Holy fuck, you can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe because how can you when all the air in your lungs is beaten out of you by some 47 year olds’s massive cock. The coarseness of his body is so right for you, abrasive where you’re soft and riddled with signs of being battleworn where your body’s only enemy is you. You feel split right down the middle and you’re half afraid that when Toji eventually pulls out, you’ll fall apart and actually become two bleeding halves of a whole fucked out person.

Your clit throbs at the mental image of his hairy swallowing the muzzle of a gun, Toji licks his lips and mercifully lets you reach behind yourself to claw at his rippling muscular glutes as he fucks you. Your ass squeezes his cock in a vice like grip as you shoot your load onto the pale wood laminated floor below. Your ass cheeks jiggle as your hips jump forward, grinding against the air as you get it all out. Riding that lightning off to who knows where.

“Jesus, oh, Jesus- You’re so fucking insane, Jesus Christ!”

At least Daddy will be there, because you’re certain you’re gonna crave keeping him inside and Toji seems like a terrible guy to try to do cockwarming with.

“Shit, baby bunny, this bouncy cottontail is gonna milk me dry, take me for all my money, isn’t that right honey bunny?” His voice is coated with sickenly toe curling condescension.

He roars a guttural groan, his nails forming crescent shaped indents in your hips as he pushes his cock as far as it can go and spurts his hot cum into your ass with a gruff grunt. He can feel your walls spasm around his dick, the sensation hurtles him further over the edge and his hips jerk and the joints begin to creak from the effort.

He’s not the wild and reckless young man who fucked your mother anymore, but you have him all wrong if you think he’s going to roughouse your shit any differently.

When you’ve both calmed down, his salt and pepper stubble gives you beard burn between the fleshy globes, punctuated by a breathless snicker and a barely there peck to your ass hole.

“Sleep in tomorrow, baby bunny” He says abruptly, his tone dropping to become startlingly serious. “I’ll bring back some breakfast for ya, give you a massage. I better come back and find your adorable ass right where I put it to bed, ya hear me?.”

“Yes, Daddy. ‘Said I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He pats your lower back, curling his thick digits around an invisible ball of fur.

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ivys-garden · 3 months ago

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Life Series Session Recap and Alliance Analysis

Pearl opens her episode clarifying she and Impulse did nothing wrong. Finally I don't have to write “get over double life, tumblr” every week.

Yes, another Saturday means another instalment of the Life Series. This session was far more chill and slow paced than last weeks, ironic considering that this week's Wild Card was a perpetual speed increase! Going from a complete time freeze to full hyperspeed. Naturally, this led to about a 7.5 on the madness scale, so let's see what those teams were up to.

The Final Girls - (Scott, Cleo, Pearl, Impulse & Bigb (not anymore ;3 ))

On the topic of Pearl and Impulse, Cleo decides that they will fully enable all of they're future actions. Yes, she might sigh when they talk about all the evil stuff they're going to do, but she's fully on board.

Right about now Scott is probably regretting being team mum for three chaos gremlins as he's already had to instruct them not to give Gem any more reasons to kill them & had to break up the fight that was issued once they all went Matrix mode.

Speaking of Gem & Joel, a new development in the great drama sees Impulse explain himself and apologise to Gem. She doesn't buy it but it's the thought that counts. During this apology Pearl, the attack dog, is ordered by Gem and Impulse to slaughter grian. So while Cleo and Scott go off to make friends, Impulse and Pearl pop over to Rens for some very serious murder discussion, with an eventual “let's murder Grian” party forming consisting of Pearl, Impulse, Ren, Martyn, Bigb, Scar & Jimmy. If even a fraction of these people stick to this next session Grian is pretty firmly doomed.

In other news Scott manages to make allies with the Bamboozelers through several means, including staring at Jimmy's ass. Cleo & Impulse have a little caving adventure and Impy manages to make a working Creeper farm that they may or may not be sharing with Renwood. This leaves Pearl once again building the tower, which is good since she has arguably to much experience in that

While building the tower we get more Drama! Grian and Mumbo managed to get a quick kill on Scott early on the session by digging a big pit under the tower and spleefing him in. Mumbo and Skizz later come back to this trap only to be discovered by Pearl. The Suits try to get her to lure Scott over, but Pearl is far to loyal for that…. But not loyal enough to kick them out, reasoning that it would be really funny if it happened twice. On top of this she negotiated the ability to kill grian without them stepping in, very useful given her current plans & the second spleefing doesn't work anyways, so no harm no foul.

No one would actually agree to luring their team to their Death intentionally… right Bigb?

I'd say I'm surprised, but I'm not. He's worked again every team he's been in except Nosey Neighbours. I guess the “B” must stand for “Betrayal”

Bigb pulls the same thing Pearl did only not under the pretence of a joke, when Grian is around to actually make sure his team gets the kill, actually agreeing to lure Scott and doing it INFRONT OF CLEO. This being the second time this has helped to them, Cleo immediately goes off to find Scott to warn him about the traitor…Scott still falls into the trap anyway but that was a skill issue on his part. Bigb actually tries later to gaslight Scott into thinking that he didn't mean to betray the team, which almost worked until he started saying Cleo was the traitor, which obviously Scott would never buy. Oh he also did this in earshot of Cleo so she set her attack dog (Pearl) on him.

Bigb also later betrays the “Let's Kill Grian Gang” and warns Grian about the plan to murderficate him. I guess someone hasn't gotten over Double Life after all.

The Fast And The Furious - (Joel & Gem)

Actually, the fast and the paranoid might be more accurate as while Joel is just off having a grand old time prattling speed bridging, Gem is terrified that everyone is out to get her and doesn't seem to understand that putting your base on the main path means more people will come visit.

Aside from sending everyone they can to kill Grian and disregarding Impulses genuine apology, the team due doesn't really do much themselves

Gem was officially the last person to lose a life though, with no less than 4 people, including 2 greens, having to help kill her.

Also Joel added racing stripes to the car and… it actually made it a lot less hideous, well done Joel.

The Bamboozelers - (Jimmy, Scar & Lizzie)

Jimmy has regained the title as most confident member of this team…scarily confident in fact, just this session he was able to steal a potential kill from Skizz & kill his teammates, get another good kill on Joel using Lizzie as bait, managing to turn his relationship with Joel around to become allies and reaffirming his alliance with Renwood. Honesty 100 IQ plays from Tim all around.

He did die once this session, but that wasn't his fault and was also incredibly funny to watch Martyn bimbo his way through traps made for Bigb and accidentally kill Timmy. Great job everyone.

Speaking of failed traps… oh Scar… he started of strong, absolutely annihilating Etho in slow motion and living up to the villain he shares a name with by tossing him off a cliff, but after that every single attempt to trap someone fails miserably and he's forced into a cheap kill on Grian that results in him calling for vengeance… wouldn't be to worried about that tho considering Skizz and Mumbo's track record.

The Spanners - (Mumbo, Skizz & Grian)

How are these idiots not dead yet.

They get one (1) successful kill this session, spleefin’ Scott. A trap Mumbo tries his luck with several times after this despite knowing the Final Girls already knew about it.

Skizz gets no kills despite Grians efforts. An attempt to build a super TNT minecart launcher is made… on Scars mountain… and Grian spends several.minutes explaining to his worst enemies how the trap works… and then he and Mumbo stand directly under where they know the TNT will land. Yeah obviously Jimmy sneaks in and pulls the lever to kill them.

A second attempt to launch TNT is made, but this launcher is pathetic and ends up being turned into a party game. oh, and then Grian gets hotguyed by Scar. Grian immediately screams vengeance and blows up the reputation board, ranting about how little it meant since he was in good favour… which only proved he never read the damn thing but it's the thought that counts.

In their last hoorah for this session the team goes on a proper hunt The Bamboozelers as they hide in Joel's car. Mumbo sneaks up to pure lava on them… and burns himself to death. He then tries to hypersonic pvp Gem and you can guess how that went. He then joins in trapping Gwm in a big hole and burning her, only for the kill to go to Ren anyway.

These guys are Doomed. Especially because Final Girls & The Family are allied with Scar & The fact that Renwood actively wants to murder them.

Predictions: Grian goes Yellow next session, Mumbo goes out-out and Skizz is somehow still Red.

Renwood - (Ren & Martyn)

We actually covered everything these guys did already, The Grian Murder Crew, Martyn being a trap bimbo, Ren allying with Impulse to make up for beheading him, really the only thing we haven't discussed is Martyns strange choice to make the first 5 minutes of his episode unlistenable

The Tuff Guys - (Etho, Tango & Bdubs

Etho finally admits they're the comic relief. Like any good comic relief, these three stooges spend the entire session failing at everything. Tango fails on the same trap 3 times. Bdubs almost kills himself in said trap. There's more fights and bickerings than you could count on 15 hands and a toe

Oh also Tango also perma-died to Pearl after going invis and being pumped full of arrows.

Honestly it's not a question of if someone dies next session, it's a question of who.

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radiance1 · 1 year ago

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Based off of the second reblogg made by this wonderful person @percyisawesome

Taking that idea.

So, the Nasty Burger explosion took place, killing everyone Danny loved an shi, then he defeats Dark Danny but Clockwork doesn't reset time so his friends and family still dead dead.

Then he gets captured by the GIW, experimented on and all of that shebang. Then, the GIW makes the decision to try and split him apart, which they succeed in doing because obviously the Fenton boy might be possessed by phantom instead of phantom pretending to be the boy.

So it works, but since ghosts are beings of pure emotions, Danny is just zapped of every human emotion. Nothing but a shell that runs on pure, undeniable logic. Which puts off the GIW, and causes them to hate Phantom even more, because it's obvious that Phantom did something to this poor, poor child who was forced into this very obviously without his input.

Then they just, drop Danny off in Amity Park. All alone, in a far too big and dangerous house with a dead family that he'll never see again. So, what does Danny do? He learns, going through each and every blueprint and file left behind by his parents before his death, even the unfinished blueprints he delves into, completes, even makes his own.

He learns everything dealing with weaponry against ghosts, then starts to learn how to hack into things, almost of par with Tucker but ever a step below him, he learns about plants and their poisons, from non-lethal to extremely deadly.

He learns, and he learns.

Distantly, in the back of his mind that he's tried to push out, is the overwhelming agony being projected to him through the bridge between him and phantom.

The separation of them may have stripped him of his emotions, but not his ability to make ambitions, nor stripped him of motivation.

When the GIW facility fell, it was the easiest thing in his life. They weren't expecting anyone to even know of their location, nor how to hack through their servers and mess with the security system or the power running through the facility. Their unpreparedness was Danny's gain.

The most logical and easiest outcome for the GIW to not be a threat anymore, would be death. So put to death they were, some parts of the facility were contaminated with toxic gas, other parts their own security system against them, or he exterminated them himself when they managed to encounter him.

He had a multitude of weaponry at his disposal hidden away on his body in the form of small trinkets. Ranging from knives, swords, guns, poison, explosives, gauntlets disguised as gloves, etc, etc. All of which, he used to raid the GIW facility and worked exactly to his calculations, letting him calmly walk through the halls and dispatching the stray few that managed to go his way.

He did not care for other ghosts, they were unnecessary in his calculations, whether they managed to escape or not in the oppurtunity he set was up to them. He only came here for one being, his other half.

Phantom.

When he found the cell keeping him contained and opened the door, he would imagine that if he were still capable of feeling, he would be experiencing a large of rage at what he saw. Instead, he cut off the chains keeping his other half fixed to the wall, tore off multiple strips of cloth to wrap around the various wounds on his body- most notable being a vivisection scar, and picked him up to carry outside, and away from the facility.

He already had everything he could've gotten from the database of this facility, but he would most definitely be coming back. The amount of high tech laying around would be a shame if rusted from disuse, especially when it would be impossible to acquire through his own means.

He might even move everything from the Fenton house over here, if only for shorter access to far better equipment.

A few days later, and he does just that. Cleaning up the entire facility- with added help from Phantom- and establishing it as his new base of operations. It's incredibly isolated, well hidden, and has multiple more defenses than just his parent's ghost defenses, defenses that he could use to make this place into a neigh-impenetrable fortress.

Phantom was relatively 'fine' with the move, after being persuaded by Danny. Though he has a high aversion to certain areas, which is understandable, with what he went through.

At the behest of Phantom, the lab coat he frequently wears is fitted more to be a cloak, and to complete the look, a highly advanced gas mask. Phantom said it was 'cool', and, well Phantom was the only one able to put dents in his logic to get his way when he really, really wanted to. Said lab coat was fitted with a high number of smaller- but extensively powerful- ghost shields, while his gas mask acted as a voice changer, an actual gas mask, and a literal laser (That to activate, it's mouth would 'open' and fire).

After Phantom recovered, he still had the ambition to be a hero, even though the threat of ghosts was at an all-time low. Danny would support him, of course, in anyway he wanted, but Danny would not join him.

His goal was to dissolve the Anti-ecto acts, so if that meant he had to drown his hands in the blood of others to achieve it, then so be it. Unfortunately, Phantom wouldn't allow him to harm the innocent, which he would account as collateral damage if it were to happen, so he would have to use different methods than the hostile takeover he used to claim ownership of their new base.

Besides, the Justice league, and the world of heroes, would be a major problem for said hostile takeover. A very true point, told to him by Phantom.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

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wlntrsldler · 10 months ago

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i just read the meddle about smut and what if and this is a crazy idea... reader cleaning Luke's wounds pretty please for a friend obviously not me

a/n: suggestive content ahead!

"sit still," you giggled, rubbing the rest of the ointment across luke's back. he squirmed under your touch, shivering at the cold feeling of the ointment. "luke, seriously, i can't work like this."

"'m sorry, i'm ticklish," he mumbled, staring at you in your mirror. you smiled at him, placing a kiss to his shoulder blade before continuing to tend to the scratches on his back. "don't do that, babe. that's exactly how we got to this dilemma in the first place."

you snorted, shaking your head, "sorry, sorry. s'your fault really, looking at me like that."

"like what?" he asked, a lopsided smirk on his face as he turned his face at an angle to face you.

"stop it," you blushed, shoving his back slightly. "you know exactly what you're doing."

luke laughed, sitting still to let you finish up. after a particularly rough night, luke was left with scratches down his back. he usually didn't mind them, in fact, he adored them, but when he stepped foot in the shower with you this morning, he hissed as the hot water (which you insisted was not that hot) hit his back. which is why you were putting healing ointment on his back now.

in the moment, luke didn't even feel your nails digging into his skin. it wasn't deep either, just raw and sore because they were so fresh. plus, he liked having you take care of him like this, all gentle and soft with him. it was a 180 change from how you were with him last night. he liked having both sides of you, every side of you. it was like he was unlocking new parts of you that had him falling deeper and deeper each time.

"there ya go, mr. rockstar," you teased, putting the cap on the tube. you rolled down his shirt to cover his skin and sat beside him. "big baby."

he rolled his eyes playfully, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his lap, "you try showering in boiling hot water with scratches down your back and then get back to me."

"the water was the perfect temperature."

"we're not having this argument again, five star," he groaned, dropping his head to your collarbone. he felt your body shake as you laughed at him. his grip on you tightened as he buried his head deeper into your neck, "hope this shit heals soon so you can give me new ones."

"luke," you whined, blushing as you felt his smile against your skin, "you're ridiculous, you know that? you were just complaining about how much it hurts like ten seconds ago. we're not having sex again until you're fine."

"is that ointment magic cream or something 'cause i feel invincible right now," he said nonchalantly, "would ya look at that? i'm healed."

you smacked his chest, making him chuckle. he looked up at you, goofily grinning as you mindlessly played with his curls. you should be embarrassed that you got too caught up in the moment last night and left him with not-so-gentle reminders of how good he made you feel, but it didn't seem like luke cared.

you two sat there silently, staring into each other's eyes. it was intimate like you were both trying to commit this moment to memory. it was silent in your room, the sounds of campers outside muffled by your shut window. you stroked your thumb across his scar, watching as luke's eyes fluttered shut at your feather-light touch. when he opened his eyes again, his pupils were dilated as he stared at you.

"what?" you asked, biting your bottom lip as he rubbed circles on your hips.

luke shook his head, his eyes softening as you spoke, "nothing."

"hmm," you hummed, leaning down to press your lips against his. the kiss was sweet and short, but it still made luke's heart beat wildly in his chest. "nothing, he says. suuuree."

"i really like you," luke confessed, suddenly feeling shy. he didn't know if his words did his feelings justice, but that was the best he could do right now. his mind was spinning every time you stared at him like this. you shivered as he laid his palm flat against your waist. "like really like you."

your mouth felt dry. it was like all the air was knocked out of your lungs. you kissed him again, "good, 'cause i really like you too."

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader

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fishsticksloser · 1 year ago

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Since we have sfw mating season turtle's, what about a nsfw one?

HEAR ME OUT-

(Feel free to ignore if your uncomfortable or your too busy to do it)

Mating Season Pt2

Future RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: smut ish, fluff, feral turtles, talk about rough sex, talk about biting/marking, wounds mentioned

A/N: I'm not gonna write small little drabbles, but I will go more in depth

Donnie

He still had precautions

But you insisted on helping him

Who was he to say no?

He went through everything his species does during mating season

He explains that you will have to be under water for an extended period of time

That he can bite and scratch

Donnie really really wants to make sure you're okay with everything that might happen

This is a huge step in your relationship

It doesn't matter how long you've been together, Donnie would never ask you to be with him during this time

You can tell it's starting because he gets more affectionate

Normally kissing your neck more

He talks about the way you smell

But when the time comes, you're there with him

He made sure there were things for you to do, things for your safety

Like oxygen for you when you're underwater

He made a really big nest for you

When you see it, he grins like a little kid

He made it for you after all

If you don't show that you like it, he'll tear it apart and restart

Donnie bites a lot

He does accidently scratch you a bit, but that was just because he was trying to hold on

He's also fiercely protective

He growls and snaps at literally anything

When he sleeps, he's wrapped around you, not allowing you to leave

You're his

When mating season is over Donnie is affectionate

He feels so bad for biting and scratching you

Being rougher than normal

He'll try to convince you not to join him again

Leo

Obviously there were still precautions

Can't have the boss going feral now can we?

Leo tried not to show when it's coming on, opting to remove you from the situation completely

But it doesn't work, he needs you too bad

Leo gets overly touchy

He taps your butt, your hips, your chest, your neck, your face

He whispers in your ears about how good you look, how you smell, how soft your skin is

The few nights before his rut actually starts, he's goes at it with everything he has

He mumbles about how pretty you are under/on top of him

But he keeps it passionate, not rough

When his rut actually starts it's a different story

He's loud

Moaning, whimpering, and... yes, talking

Leo is rough, but tries to make it pleasurable for you too

He's still a talker even when not in the middle of coitus

The tapping becomes a bit harder, more consistent

Mostly tapping your face, hips, and butt

He still whispers in your ears, but its more about what he wants to do to you, how pretty you look while he takes you

Leo bites a little, he still has some control of himself

If he feels like he's going to bite, he'll find something else to bite

The nest he builds is relatively small, but so comfy since he's allowed to have pillows and bulky blankets

When it's over, you better believe this man is worshipping your body

He'll cover any bite or scratch in kisses, making sure you feel loved beyond measure

Mikey

Since he's gotten older, it's gotten a bit worse

He's still pretty normal, but he can get territorial

Someone touches you (even by accident) or is talking to you?

You might wanna take him back to your room

He gets hot, literally since his ninpo is fire based

Mikey acts pretty normal until something happens to you (like stated above)

It's best if people stay away from you, especially his brothers

Leo has had a scar on his right arm (cause that's his prosthetic now) from Mikey attacking him after he helped you with something

Why specifically his brothers?

Because they're turtles too and they're too much like him so what if they try to steal you

That's Donnie's theory at least

The nest he builds is comfy and warm

He really likes having you in it all the time so it stays warm

He'll crawl in and snuggle with you, letting our tiny chuffs

He's not a biter at all during rut

Mikey does scratch a little, but its more when he's trying to hold on

He still has a lot of control, so he tends to be very loving and passionate

But on his bad days, he's slightly worse than Leo

He defiantly still talks, overall he's almost completely normal except for the territorial and protective aspect

Afterwards, he almost cries

No... He does cry over what he's done to you

He really needs reassurance that you're okay

Mikey will give you lots of cuddles and kisses a little while after they heal

Raph

He gets a bit like this

He also gets worse as he grows

Whereas when he was younger, he was pretty chill

Raph gets more territorial

People steer clear of both of you because of how big and scary Raph is

He tends to become a bit mindless, focusing on only you

He sniffs and nuzzles you, chuffing loudly

If anyone so much as looks at you, he growls and pulls you into him

His next is huge to fit his large body

When you see it, he pulls you into the nest, wanting to make sure you like it

It's not as bulky and soft as Leo or Mikey's but not as thin as Donnie's

He is a chaser, he will run after you

It's part of his species mating rituals

Though he does go slower than necessary due to how fast he is

Raph is a biter

The first few times, he bit you hard leaving a scar

Now he tries to get old tires, something else so he doesn't hurt you

He also scratches, trying to keep you close

When it's over, Raph will cry and apologize while he takes care of your wounds

He feels so bad

Like Donnie, he will also try to convince you not to join him again

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nanamis-bigtie · 1 month ago

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↬ fushiguro toji x gn!reader ↬ jjk masterlist // kofi

cw: smoking, meet ugly (kinda?), size difference prompt: "A little tongue-tied, are we?" from this list requested by @wltheraway

When you saw him for the first time, you assumed his hunched figure is one of the concrete pillars—and almost dropped your bag with toilet paper when he turned head your way and nodded. Dressed in gray sweatsuit, hood pulled on head, he was blending in perfectly, completely still but the tilt of head and disinterested flick of dull eyes, scanning you from head to toes before turning back to boring them into the empty street.

You had no idea a man can turn himself into a stone like this, like a predator awaiting its prey, and it was freaking you out for the first few days. But with time the weird neighbor from the apartment next to yours became as natural as street lanterns and stairs and moribund flowers in pots on the railing. He was there every night, smoking, staring into distance, and greeting you with a dry nod. No word exchanged; no proximity closer than the few steps separating your doors. Just his hunched shoulders, broad back, hood pulled far into his face, and smoke dancing in the flickering light of the old lamp on the wall.

That's everything you've ever gotten out of him, but it's become weirdly familiar, to be welcomed by his silhouette as soon as you climb the stairs on the way back from work. No matter how exhausted you are, all tension disappears once your eyes meet. He's your first step into the night and blessed rest, the guardian of your private time and safety of your little rented apartment. Funny enough, he doesn't look particularly safe himself, and if you ran into him somewhere on the street rather than in front of your door, you would bolt straight away.

He's a silent enigma to you��until tonight. For the first time he's turned front to you from the beginning, and you can catch a glimpse of his features, gentler than expected from his posture. And younger than you've given him, even if obviously far into his thirties, maybe forties.

"You got a light?" He shows you unlit cig, so little in comparison to his thick fingers.

You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry—the tension having nothing to do with nervousness.

"Sure," you want to say casually but nothing wants to come out of your lips as you shake through your pockets, finally fishing out a lighter.

He beckons you closer and leans down to your hand. You know he's big but from close, in raw comparison to your frame, he's enormous. Your knees start melting, almost give in as he tugs the hood away, revealing his handsome face in its full glory.

Green eyes flick up to meet yours, scar at the corner of his mouth adds a mean streak to his smirk. His huge hands cup yours with ease, shielding the little flame from the wind as he lits the cigarette and takes a breath of smoke, with a deep, guttural groan of relief to it.

"A little tongue-tied, are we?" He leans in even closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Don't be scared, I won't bite you."

He blows smoke into your face and returns to his spot, his dry chuckle echoing through the empty porch and street below, "If you ever untangle it, I wouldn't mind knowing your name."

i deleted all the trace of the bday event i tried to run but i got two requests & decided to give them a try. if there's interest, i can put it back and take a few more reqs for drabbles~

divider by saradika

#toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #toji x gender neutral reader #toji x gn reader #fushiguro toji x gn reader #fushiguro toji x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #bas writes #jjk #fushiguro toji

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inubaki · 1 month ago

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The Exchange (morning routine)

Part 7 (Don’t read these. They’re all bad) Adam’s pecs were beginning to give to the pull of gravity. They filled the demon’s palms by the handfuls in the dragging days following the first stirring beneath his furs. Since then, he had fought to cover the vanishing muscles and widening frame contrasted to the figure he was most accustomed to. Appalled by the accumulating softness bordering the edges to something distinctly less him. What he recognized from Eve’s pregnancy held nothing in comparison to himself.

His eyes reeked over him with increasing hunger. Far extending even the nightmares that toiled his memory; from which Lucifer had first reaped his spoils. Replacing the lion that tracked his steps before sinking in its fangs and claw to never let go again.

Still, Eve slept in her halo of greenery, undisturbed and untouched by the passing time. Successfully anchoring Adam’s feet to her orbit while Cain and Abel flocked to him with an increasing obsession. Adopting an eager attitude and a broader scope of responsibility, all in which to aid the wellness of their would be sibling. Unknowingly featuring Adam in his isolated cognitive displacement in the term of Mother.

Lucifer was vindictive in his delight to Adam’s increasing struggles. Taking advantage of Adam’s exhaustion to pollute his space and covet any slip of skin available to him. Cain and Abel’s presence doing little to stifle the angel’s territorial urges that bloomed across Adam’s skin with visual scarring.

“Father. You don’t have to do that” Abel eagerly inserted himself in line to Adam’s swing. The scent of sheep clung to the boy unpleasantly and the lack of staff gave away how hurriedly rushed it had been shoved into Cain’s hands. Cain whom had obviously tracked the herd down to whine when Adam continued to ignore him.

“Piss off, squirt” Adam didn’t have the energy to snap nor stop the swing of the repetitive motion of the hoe. As the moment he lost rhythm would be the second exhaustion robbed him of the rest of his day.

“Father, really…”

“Boy. There are a thousand and one things needed to be done today. Cain and you whining at me, isn’t one of them”. The hoe’s mounted stone chipped off Adam’s mental course, disturbing his motion enough to stagger the limpness in his arms. Like a shroud, the frustration and rage sipped the last of his stubbornness and he staggered. Something firmer and stronger than Abel, caught him by the waist faster than the boy could move.

“Father!!”

The true barer of that label molded to Adam’s side, supporting him upright before Abel could trip over himself to reach for him. Blackness teased the corner of his vision and it took more than it should to force his eyes to Abel’s. The genuine worry for one so young ate back at Adam’s initial retort. Neither Abel nor Cain even came to his waist and the ware about them from work stirred something darkly in his gut with guilt. The banishment should have never been their sins to bare.

“Don’t you threat about me…” he muttered. Ignoring the warmth at his side and the sipping of hands through his coverings. The boys had never seen him anyway.

Like a peace offering, Adam held out the hoe for the boy to take. The tool was nearly as big as the boy but Abel retrieved it proudly dispute the obvious weight. All Adam could do was sigh, stewing in his own emasculated pride while leaning more of his weight against the demon. His day was officially over.

“…either you or your brother… finish the drain line. Before the rain comes and drowns the crops…”.

“Y-yes, father!”

“How both innovative and pointless!”

Adam ignored Lucifer, moving with as much dignity as he was allowed. At least from the children, but the figure beside him, never.

“Honestly, Adam. Eve was never so stubborn as you. Tell ya want! I’ll make it a freebie from the goodness of my heart-“

“Goodness is a strong word for you…”

“Hush now! But what about it? Let me tend to the crops! It wouldn’t be the first time! In fact it was one of the first things that—“

“Eve murdered me for—“

“Wished for! And it saved you didn’t it? I take care of you…”

Adam glanced over wards the direction of the pit. Seeing barely the barren edges of the site from camp. The menace beside him nipped at his shoulder in retaliation. It was the only warning he had before Adam found himself on his back. Cocooned in the covering of the tent as the light bled away beneath Lucifer’s hovering shroud. Dispute the time of day, all light exempt for those eyes were snuffed out to the sound of familiar feathers.

“Tell me I take good care of you…”

Adam flinched as his back began to burn. His screams were shallowed as those eyes came to hover a mere inch away. A blink of movement and Adam could freeze. It wasn’t hands binding him down.

“Tell me I make your dreams come true.”

The first season of Eve’s ‘practice’ had brought upon them a harvest unlike anything Adam had witnessed since Eden. Before he realized the full extent of the source, he had awaken overjoyed to experience such a bounty again. For Eve and the babies to sleep soundly on full bellies and the bane of Earth’s never ending drought.

Till he tasted it.

Tasteless. Off. And the color…. To double take everything lead to more disturbing differences.

From Lucifer’s hands once beguiled them with dreams laid manifest. Yet now his reach laid only spoils of corroded manifestations, twisted in the finesse of grandeur.

“Anything for you, Adam. Anything within my power….”

Adam rather kiss him then reply. As he would again and again and again——-

———

Lucifer is unable to create as he once had. But as he is all the humans have, he can believe a little longer…

———

pervs:

I’ll be on a long…. Plane ride tomorrow. I already feel the dread. next: final

#Pregnantadamsappleweek #adamsapple #guitarduck #lucifer x adam #adam x lucifer #hazbin hotel #traditional art #my art #impreg #eve was the first witch #She just wanted Adam to be happy #After Eden #human adam

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so-many-fandoms-here · 7 months ago

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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

• Warnings: describing birthing (not super detailed)

Daughter

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*

-Levi’s Pov-

I was already up and preparing breakfast when (Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes tired and yawning loudly. „Good morning Levi“, she mumbled and sat down at the table.

I supported myself on the kitchen sideboards, limped over to my pregnant wife and placed a kiss on her head. „Good morning you two.“

She hummed with closed eyes and rubbed her big belly. „Baby kicks just like you.“ I couldn’t help but chuckle. „It’s my baby after all.“ I placed my hand that wasn’t supporting my weight softly on her belly.

„Out of all qualities it could have gotten from you I really hoped it wouldn’t be your kicks“, she sighs dramatically and leans further back in the chair. I grabbed one of the other chairs that stood around the table and sat down in front of (Y/n) who had her eyes closed again, obviously exhausted from the long night.

„You’re not even born yet and already causing mommy sleepless nights?“ I spoke as I leaned further down until my face was in front of her belly. „Believe me, she’s way more pleasant when she slept well.“

For that I’ve earned a light slap on the head, causing another chuckle to leave my lips. Then I leaned up again and placed a kiss on my wife’s lips.

The amount of love I felt for this little rascal that wasn’t even born yet was overwhelming and sometimes left me scared.

„What if they don’t like me?“, I mumbled one of my many concerns against (Y/n)s soft lips. „Don’t be stupid“, she responded. „Our child is going to love you.“ And then placed another reassuring kiss on my lips.

But I wasn’t convinced. „I never had a father, I don’t even know how that works.“ (Y/n) wanted to say something but I just continued. „What if they’re scared of my scars? What if I can’t show my love enough? What if“ (Y/n) shut me up with a loud Shhhh and placed her hands on my cheeks. „Our baby is going to love you“, she repeated, not leaving any room for complaints.

„It’s time we talk about a potential godfather or godmother, don’t you think?“, she switched the topic while she stood up and grabbed herself a cup to pour some tea in it. I responded with a nod and said: „I nominate Armin.“

I could basically hear how her (e/c) eyes rolled. „It’s not a voting Levi“, she answered with a chuckle. „I know. I’m just messing with you“, I responded with a slight smirk. „Still Armin.“

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her face decorated with the biggest, warmest smile that she always had when we planned anything related to the baby. „I thought about him too. He is so gentle and responsible. I’m pretty sure he will be so happy.“

„He’s least likely to drop the baby.“

The noise that came from my wife was made from the cup which she placed loudly on the cupboard again. „Levi!“

„I’m just saying what we both were thinking. They’re all just big ass kids, no way I’m leaving a fragile little human in their sweaty meathooks.“ I didn’t see the towel coming that flew in my direction and landed right on my face. While I pouted, acting like I was pissed, (Y/n) knew I was messing with her again and started to laugh so loud and long that I almost thought she would choke on her own voice.

—

Even though we planned everything thoroughly, the day the baby came still felt somehow chaotic. (Y/n) was a mess, I was a mess, everything was a mess.

It was morning when the water broke. I was reading the newspaper and watched the people through the window going to work, taking a walk, whatever normal people do, when suddenly (Y/n) started to whine. It was like a howl, painful and scared. My head turned and I saw her supporting herself on the doorframe to our bathroom in which she went seconds before.

I stood up and got to her as fast as I could, not paying attention to my crutch leaning against the table. It would only get in my way (like always).

„(Y/n)!“, I yelled, clueless what I could do instead. When I was beside her I could see the puddle on the floor. I hoped my fight or flight response would activate itself, like it did on the battlefield, but it didn’t. Instead I stood there with a horrified expression and looked at her. After a few seconds of brain-loss I caught myself again and wrapped my arms around her waist, which was kind of useless when I look back at it. „Come on, let’s get you in the bedroom.“

I had to let go of her immediately since I was no help for her with my broken leg, which I despised even more in this moment, and walked slowly behind her through the hallway into our bedroom.

The thick bedsheets that our midwife gave us where placed next to the bed, waiting for their time. I quickly spread them on the mattress on which (Y/n) sat down right after.

„Breath“, I reminded her (more myself to be honest) and took her hands in mine. For a second the world went quiet.

It’s happening. I am going to be a father very soon.

I quickly got rid of my sentimental thought and limped to the window, which I opened quickly and started to scan the streets, hoping I would see one of the brats.

„Oi!“ I yelled and immediately Armins head popped out of nowhere.

„Yes sir?“ I saw how his hand twitched, still tempted to salute. I‘m starting to believe he will never get used to not saluting.

„Get the nurse!“ I yell and a mix of horror and happiness appears on Armins face. „It’s time?“, he asks to which I nod. „Obviously!“ I yell even louder and watch him with an expecting look.

He took way too long for my liking to find out of his shock, but eventually he started to run to get the nurse while yelling „The baby‘s coming! The baby’s coming!“

I turned back around to face (Y/n) and watched how she shifts in bed to lie on her back. I walked up to her and sat next to her on the mattress.

„She‘ll be here any moment“, I reassured her while taking her hand in mine and waiting for the sound of the front door opening. After what felt like hours, but were probably not even minutes, the door swung open and our midwife, happy as ever, stepped inside the room.

„Well look at that!“, she calls out. „Looks like baby’s ready to see the world her parents made.“

She often told us how honored she was to work with us and she often tended to exaggerate a bit.

She made her way around the bed and asked (Y/N) to help her take off her underwear. She handed me the wet panty, which I quickly discarded on the floor, no way would I crawl away from my wife to tidy up right now.

The nightgown was pushed up over (Y/N)s thighs while the midwife took a look between her legs. „Yep, baby is in a hurry. I can already see the head.“

(Y/N) squeezed my hand tighter. „I’m scared“, she mumbled. I let go of her hand so I could wrap my arm around her. „Me too“, I whispered when she lied in my arms, grabbing my other hand.

„You ready to push momma?“, the nurse asked to which (Y/N) laughed a forced laugh. „I don’t have that much of a choice now, do I?“

A few hours of screaming and crying passed until a different cry cut through the air.

A light, but strong scream.

„There she is“, the nurse announced and took a towel in which she wrapped our child after cutting the umbilical cord. „A beautiful little girl.“

(Y/N) stretched out her arms, silently demanding the woman to give her the tiny being. Once she held our daughter in her arms she fell exhausted against my chest again.

Too stunned to speak I looked at the little human in her arms, looking just as exhausted as her mother.

(Y/N)s struggles weren’t over yet, since the placenta had to come out too, but after that was managed, the nurse gave us some time to ourselves while she would prepare some tea and something to eat.

Thankful for both, the peace and the fact that she would make something for us I nodded and watched how she closed the door behind her.

„She’s beautiful“, (Y/N) whispered. „Yeah“, I answered. „Just like her mother.“

I earned a tired smile from my wife and felt how she rested her head against my shoulder. „Do you want to hold her?“, she asked after a while.

„Of course!“ I said way too excited but got hesitant right after my statement. „But what if I do something wrong?“

„You won’t“, (Y/N) reassured me. „Take off you shirt.“ She giggled at my confused look. „Skin to skin“, she simply said and I remembered what the nurse told us. It’ll help bonding.

So I quickly got rid of my T-Shirt and then took my daughter as gently as possible into my hands. Her head was supported by my biceps and her little hand reached out and touched my chest lightly.

In awe I studied her face. The tiny eyes, the even tinier nose, her sweet cheeks and her lips that I just knew would carry the most warming smile the world would ever see.

(Y/N)s hand sneaked on our daughters stomach, not ready to give up every last bit of skin contact.

Suddenly my eyes filled with tears and my heart felt like it was about to burst from this immense and intense love I felt when I looked at my baby.

„If this is what the war was for“, I whispered with a shaky voice. „Then I would do it all again.“ The tears that at first just lingered in my eyes now streamed down my face. „Every last bit of it. I would do it all again for her.“

I glanced at (Y/N) and saw how she nodded, knowing exactly what I meant and knowing she would do the same.

„You still like the name Mary?“ I asked her to which I earned another nod. „Yes. But to be honest, she looks more like a Mary Isabel, don’t you think?“

My already endless stream of tears just got worse. Mary Isabel. (Y/N)s tears fell on my shoulder while we stood silent in agreement.

„Mary Isabel Ackerman“, I mumble after a while, my chest filled with love and pride. „My daughter.“

And suddenly I knew what peace felt like.

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chuuyaswifeandhoe · 11 months ago

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You shouldn't trust your shadow

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death

Not proof read

Third part of the series: I Not today; II If only

“NO!!!”

“Yes”.

Both voices spoke at the same time. You sighed but didn't say anything else, waiting for Mori to decide what was going to happen next. Chuuya on the other hand was fuming. He didn't want to have a conjoined mission with you. No, actually scratch that, he didn't want to have you here, in this room, in this life. Well, you certainly did not expect him to be excited about the change of events, but your plan was working. Mori putting you two together was just the cherry on top and made you almost happy. Obviously, you weren't going to disobey an order from your direct boss.

You came home from the mission two days ago, had two days off and you were called in an urgent meeting. Opening the door of Mori's office your eyes met the back of your ex-lover. For a few seconds, a wave of emotions hit you, questioning if it was a good idea to be there, eyes widening. But you put your icy mask back on “You called, Boss?”.

Chuuya was annoyed at the fact that Mori wanted him to be paired with a new recruit. It didn't matter how good she was and what an outstanding evolution this girl had. He couldn't find any information about you, it was like you vanished, so his mind was worrying just about this problem. Dazai only knew that you visited the apartment you both lived in at every six-month mark of the break up then disappeared without a trace. But he didn't expect to hear your voice here. No, it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, it was just a similar one. His heart clenched in his chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. He slowly glanced over his shoulder to see the person who spoke, praying all existing Gods that his mind played a trick on him and just mistook your voice. And then he saw you. For the first time in a long time, he saw his beloved and his heart shattered all over again like the day he had to break up with you. Big blue eyes scanned over your features, taking in the scars over your legs, the deathly stare you were carrying, the emotionless voice. Even though he was sure Y/N was in front of him, it was like he did not recognize you. Where was the light in your eyes, your kind smile, and just that warmth you had in yourself?

“Shadow, you'll be paired with executive Nakahara for the following missions. Do you have any complaints?’’

‘’ No, boss.’’ your voice was empty, with no emotions, no cracking, you almost surprised yourself.

‘’Wait a minute boss, this…’’ It was the first time the executive’s voice cracked and he lost his composure. He did not want to do this. Have a mission with you? No, this must be a nightmare, you couldn’t be in the mafia, your place was not there!

‘’Yes, Chuuya-kun? Do you have any concerns?’’

‘’You said she was a new joiner boss, I don’t want to babysit during the missions. I don’t think she’s trained enough to have missions with me or any other executive for that matter.’’

‘’Oh, is that so? I must admit, she is indeed a new joiner compared to any other assets of the mafia, but you have near you one of our finest assassins Chuuya-kun’’.

You saw how his eyes widened in shock, a smile almost appearing on your lips. You hoped it hurt him to his core. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

‘’Chuuya-kun, I see that you still have some doubts about it. Why don’t you see how the next mission goes, then, if you are not satisfied with Shadow’s abilities, I’ll not pressure you two to work together.’’

Chuuya groaned in exasperation but then just accepted his fate. There was no point in arguing with Mori and maybe making the situation even worse than it already is.

‘‘Fine, Boss.’’

‘’You’ll receive the file for your next mission later this day. Don’t disappoint me’’.

You just bowed your head and turned on your heels, getting out of the office. You heard Chuuya’s steps right behind you, but you were set on getting away from him as soon as possible. He followed you for a while, not wanting to approach you so close to Mori’s office, so when he pulled you back by the left shoulder, your reflexes kicked in and your right hand reached for the dagger you were keeping inside your coat and put it next to his throat, now fully facing him. His eyes were big, he did not expect such a reaction, for sure.

‘’WHAT THE HELL Y/N!!?’’

You squinted your eyes at him and pushed the blade into his skin.

‘’My name is Shadow and you’ll address me as such. Y/N is dead.’’ You saw his expression change from angry to surprised, then sorrowful. He was conflicted, you could see the hurt in his eyes, how the joy of finding you was transforming into regret, in sadness. Ah, you had him exactly where you wanted. But it was not enough. You would destroy him the way he did to you. Break every fiber of his being, until life is no longer an option.

‘’ I’m sorry…’’ These were the only words that left his lips. His voice cracked like he wanted to tell you so many things but he couldn’t. You just looked at him with a blank expression, making him so desperate for answers. He breath deeply and continued ‘’Why… why the mafia?’’

‘’An eye for an eye, a broken soul to break another. Your actions have consequences Nakahara-san. That’s why.’’ you kept your voice cold, trying so hard to mask the anger and the way you just wanted to scream at him for what he did. For how he humiliated you, how he broke you.

‘’I’m sorry, I was a fool. That’s not what I wanted, I just wanted you to move on. I did not know if I would come alive from that mission and you being associated with me would’ve just made you a target.’’ The only thing you were hearing were cheap excuses.

‘’Next time you try to touch me without my consent Nakahara-san, the dagger will not stop just to bruise your neck, understood?’’ You slowly retracted your arm and placed the dagger back in his spot. You did not have anything else to tell him. You already made a choice and his apologies will not change your mind. ‘’We’re colleagues from now on, I’ll do my part of the job, you do yours, executive Nakahara. Don’t get in my business and I’ll not get into yours. And don’t get in my way, I have no mercy towards anyone for that matter. I'm not and will not be in the light anymore. I chose for myself to step in the dark, to understand your motives, but the only thing I got is that you were a coward. People are not born with the fear of the dark but they learn to fear it. Don't trust the night, don't trust the dark, and mostly, you shouldn’t trust your shadow Nakahara-san’’

‘’So you expect me to just get used to this? To you being one of the most skilled assassins? And how the hell did that even happen? You are not able to kill!’’ Chuuya’s voice was getting louder, he wanted answers. No, he wanted redemption for both him and you. You were not a cold killer in his eyes. You were his ray of sunshine, everyone's ray of sunshine. You had bo place roaming in the shadows. He wanted to delete your smug smirk when you were saying your new name. You did not belong in the dark, lurking in the shadows of evil.

‘’ Everyone can kill with the right motivation, Chu.’’ You saw his expression change again at the use of his old nickname. But being in the same phrase as the word kill made his stomach revolve. ‘’ I expect you not to trust me or my words and I expect you to act professional. Whatever assumption you have about me is based on an old version of myself who was killed one year and a half ago in our apartment.‘’

‘’Y/N you can’t be serious. I can’t, this is madness. You’re not… you were not capable of murder. You were supposed to stay away from this blood-coded life’’ He was in denial and he was bargaining for his sanity. ‘’You should be happy and involved in whatever activity but not in the Mafia.’’

You stayed silent for some seconds. Then, before turning around and walking away from him you left him one last message.

‘’You should learn to fear your Shadow, Nakahara-san’’

Chuuya remained petrified on the spot. How could all this happen? He pondered your last words and it only made it worse. Your message was loud and clear, going on repeat in his head, like the last thought before an imminent death: ‘’You should learn to fear me’’.

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x you #bsd chuuya #chuuyaswife #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuyaswifeandhoe #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bungou stray dogs #chuuya fanfic

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zyonsay · 1 year ago

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Monarch Butterflies

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You're a rook that Ghost grows fond of

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smoking/Vaping, Scars? (Not sh)

Now playing: Trash Magic by Lana del rey (unreleased song)

AN: Its 1:50 am here and the fic gets shittier the more you read but im more pleased with this one than i was with the old one. Also i renamed this one! I might rewrite this again in the future... Have fun pookies! [:

The deafening noise of the helicopter blades overrode every other sound at the base. The hair of the young man descending from the Helicopter stairs was swirling in the stirred-up air, making it hard for him to see anything at all. The pilot chuckled at the rookies obviously intimidated posture. “Go on, make yourself at home!”, he yelled. The youngster felt a bit more confident now, even if it was only a tiny bit.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and began walking towards the entrance, since you were told you’d be greeted there. You were meant to be at this place, but your low self esteem made you feel as small as a mouse. But you did graduate at the top of your military training, so you packed quite a punch. Other people would describe you as ambitious but sweet, which some dickheads saw as an invitation to pick on you.

“Soldier, Welcome!”, a man with a quirky fisherman’s hat greeted you. You offered him a warm smile, inhaling deeply before you spoke. “I’m assuming you’re Captain Price?” The air smelled fresh and was slightly cool, running a chill down your spine. The bearded man grinned at you, “Yes, indeed. And you are L/N F/N?” You saluted hastily, “Yes sir!” His grin widened a tiny bit. “At ease soldier, let me introduce you to my boys.”, stepped to the side, revealing a group of soldiers, all of them looking very unique.

“Hi, I’m Kyle but you can call me Gaz!”, the young man with an incredibly beautiful face smiled at you. You offered him a small nod while you were wondering what the hell his skincare routine was. “Soap MacTavish! Lookin’ fahrward to working with ye!”, his thick Scottish accent very apparent. He held his hand to you, giving you a hearty handshake. You eyed the next man carefully, examining his clothed face, which only revealed his dark brown eyes to you. “Ghost.”, his words felt like a cold hand crawling up your back, gripping your soul and ripping it right out of you. Your knees felt weak, and your posture shrank ever so slightly.

The rest of the team has introduced itself to you, each and every individual letting their character shine through. But that clamming, cold feeling still hasn’t left you. “So, rook. You can’t just fuck around and find you, so I’ll assign you a mentor. We don’t want to waste your potential, now do we?”, he paused quickly, looking at you intently, smiling. “…And maybe that bastard will learn something too.” He then directed his smile towards Ghost, causing him to roll his eyes at his Captain. “Lieutenant, would you please show our rook around?” Ghost only responded with a sigh and began walking away, not waiting for you to catch up. You quickly scurried after him, not before quickly saying goodbye to the others.

Ghosts’ steps were big, your smaller form was struggling to keep up, but you’d never admit that out loud. “Here are the barracks.”, he curtly nodded towards a big entrance, numbered with some ungodly long cipher. He also showed you the multiple gyms that the base offered, peeking your head in to check out all of the machines available. The washrooms were pretty close by, allowing you to quickly use the toilet, since you didn’t get the chance earlier.

Your mentor has proven himself extremely important to you, even if he was a bit gruff sometimes. “AIM STRAIGHT YOU ASSHOLE” or “GODDAMN IT, ROOK. KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED” could often be heard over the radio during your missions. But the more time passed, the closer you two got.

“You want one?” Simon offered you a cigarette as you two were standing outside of the base, a cool gust of wind passing through. You shook your head, thinking it might just be impossible to even light one with this wind. “Nah, got my vape.”, your voice was barely above a whisper. Your Lieutenant shrugged indifferently, picking his lighter out of the pockets of his jeans. He’d never tell you that, but he cared deeply about you. To him you were like a younger brother and he’s willing to defend you in any situation.

This day came way too fast, ripping you out of the daily routine you’ve been following for over a year now. A heavy, awkward silence fell over the base. The one-four-one knew what would happen, today you’d be joining the Forze speciali italiane (Italian special forces) and would be permanently deployed there, meaning you won’t be part of the 141 anymore. Most of the guys have already said their goodbyes, some of them had a pained expression on their face, others (Soap lol) were bawling their eyes out. But someone has been avoiding you all day. Simon. You urgently wanted to talk to him, knowing it would eat you up from the inside for eternity if you didnt.

You hesitantly knocked on Simon’s door, waiting a bit too long for a response. A muffled “Come in” could be made out over the steps of some soldiers down the hall. You entered the room, carefully closing the door. Your friend was sitting at his desk, writing something on a piece of paper. You sat on his bed, like you’ve done many times before. You two were silent for a while, both not sure what to say. Then you slowly began. “So… how are you?” Simon turned around in his chair and looked at you intently. “Shut the fuck up.” Just a few seconds later and you were pulled into a tight hug. This was all that it took to make you cry like a little child, sobbing in your friends’ arms. You were surprised to hear Simon sniffling too, was he crying? As you two parted, you saw that he was indeed crying as his eyes were red and his blond eyelashes stuck together because of the tears.

You looked at your shiny wristwatch, standing up again. “I really gotta go. I’ll miss you Si.” You offered him a warm smile.

And with that you were gone.

The smell of fresh cut trees adorned the air, leaving you content. Your hair was dancing in the wind, looking a lot like the flames of a hungry fire. For the past five years you’ve been part of the Italian special forces, being an important asset. You’ve worked your way up the ladder and could now proudly call yourself a Lieutenant. In the past years you have collected a lot of experience but not all of it good.

“We’re here L,t.”, the pilot pulled you out of your thoughts. As soon as the helicopter had landed, you jumped out and moved towards the all too familiar entrance.

“Rook! Or rather Lieutenant!”, Price greeted you warmly, patting you on the shoulder in a dad-like manner. You laughed, chit chatting with him as you continued walking. You met Gaz, Soap and Roach, making idle small talk with them, when Simon appeared out of thin air, as usual. He stared at you, not believing his eyes. “Y/N…?”, he whispered hesitantly. You walked up to him, happy to see your friend again. Tears were welling in your eyes, you thought you might never see him again. Simon hugged you with his strong arms, gripping you tightly, scared that you might just be a phantom of his imagination. You looked different, more mature, but also like you’ve seen some shit. You were still his friend from back then, but there was a hint of seriousness in your aura. Maybe it was also the gigantic scar across your whole face, indicating a serious injury, as it barely missed your eye. You guys definitely had a lot to catch up on.

"I missed you, idiot."

#gay #ghost cod #ghost x male reader #male reader #cod x reader #cod mw2

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lynnimini · 6 months ago

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₊⊹ 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘵2₊⊹

description: angst with a happy (?) ending ⋆ fluff ⋆ oneshot

in which y/n and taesan receive closure about life, death, and a little bit of love.

pairings: reincarnated!leehan x gn!reader

words: 938

warnings: heavily based off of the manga "when sato-kun died" ⋆ mentions of scars

it’s been about 10 years since leehan disappeared for good. you still see him in your dreams quite often. after all, you grew to love and care for him so so much.

you were going back to your hometown for a work trip, and your mom was urging you to come visit while you were there, to which you reassured her that you will.

you got off the bus and saw an elementary school boy sitting on the bus stop all by himself, which was odd because 1. he was really young to be without his family, and 2. there were no more buses for the day.

“hey, you know there isn’t gonna be another bus today right?”

the kid looked obviously startled so you quickly apologized and asked “where are your parents? it’s gonna get dark pretty soon”.

“i think we got separated”

the kid said calmly, as if it was no big deal at all.

“that’s not good! there’s a police station right here. i’ll take you so they can help you find your parents, okay?”

you extended your hand out to the boy, who took it gently. you couldn’t see the expression on his face because of his hat, but you took him taking your hand as a fairly good sign.

“hello? is anyone here?”

you called out as you pushed open the doors to the police station.

“yeah? oh it’s you”

taesan’s voice called out as he turned the corner. taesan had become the town’s cop after high school. you weren’t surprised, he fit the role really well.

“this kid got separated from his parents”

you said as you gently nudged the kid in front of you. he timidly stepped forward underneath the intense stare taesan was giving him.

“stop staring at him, he’s getting scared”

you scolded taesan, to which he looked taken aback.

“i didn’t mean to. he just looks really familiar”

he said. a gust of wind blew into the station just as someone walked in, blowing the kid’s hat off his head. the moment you saw his face, you knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

the kid suddenly took off outside the police station, to which you immediately followed. if you didn’t, you might have never seen him again.

taesan got caught up with some coworkers asking him for favors, to which he declined and started chasing after the two of you.

you thought you were dreaming. it just wasn’t possible. leehan disappeared years ago, so why is it that you’re chasing so hard after the impossible?

you tripped and fell. by that point, you were so tired you didn’t know if you’d ever catch up. that was until the boy stood in front of you, who was kneeling on the floor. he knelt down next to you and gave you a perfect view of his face for the first time.

“leehan?”

you asked, voice barely above a whisper. the boy had flushed cheeks and gentle eyes, extending his hand out to you.

“yeah”

he said as you took his hand, pulling him into a hug rather than standing up.

it felt like a dream. had it not been from the contrasting warmth radiating from the previously cold boy and the pain in your ankle, you would have truly believed it was a dream.

taesan, who was behind you, got a clear view of the boy’s face which was resting on your shoulder while you hugged him tight.

“taesan”

the boy called out, mouthing ‘help me!’. taesan just smirked and let you have this moment. you’d been in so much pain for so long after leehan disappeared, he knew you needed this. and leehan, no matter what he said, looked like he was enjoying your hug.

when you let go, the boy told you and taesan the truth.

“honestly, i’m not leehan from back then, but i do have lots of memories from when i was leehan. it’s hard to believe, but do you believe me?”

leehan confessed and looked up at you two nervously. you and taesan looked at each other. he was the spitting image of leehan and he knew who leehan was back then without you two mentioning him. it was definitely leehan reincarnated.

“we believe you”

you finally said, and he smiled.

“thank you. i’m happy i get to talk to you two again, even if i am little and not the leehan you knew before”

leehan said sheepishly. as if he had been holding it back for years, taesan let out streams of tears and knelt down to the boy’s level.

“you can’t say things like this. don’t die”

taesan wailed while you and leehan looked on in shock. you let them have their moment this time before it was time to head back to the police station. he was still a missing boy after all.

“it’s my first time being a lost kid”

leehan said cheerfully. he seemed a lot brighter now, being full of smiles like he was when he was alive. taesan gave him a light smack on the head and just told him to fill out the forms.

you looked at his arm and saw a scar on it.

“leehan, that scar on your arm..”

you trailed off as you remembered the way leehan had faintly smiled at you 10 years ago, sewing his arm back on. leehan turned to you with a sweet smile and mysterious look in his eyes before filling out the forms again.

you wondered if the boy had all his memories from when he was leehan, and even the memories from after his death. either way, seeing him again made you happy, and you were just grateful to see him happy again.

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year ago

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[Kaeya and Albedo had the typical high school sweetheart love. They were pure and honest and the perfect pair. Kaeya encouraged Albedo to pursue his talents and in return, Albedo encourages his.]

[“I got scouted to be in a band.” Kaeya tells him one day in his room. Albedo looks at him in surprise. “Woah really?!” “Mhm.” Kaeya was always shy when it came about expressing his accomplishments. Albedo scooches closer to him and kisses his cheek. “That’s great!” “Thanks.” Kaeya rubs his neck. “They heard some songs Diluc and i made so…”]

[Albedo pulls him into a hug. “I’m very proud of you, Kaeya.” “Thank you but..” He pulls away, “But what?” Kaeya looks down at his feet. “What if I don’t do good?” Albedo frowns and caresses the scar that was imprinted on Kaeyas eye. “You will do good, love. You’re super talented! You don’t give yourself enough credit. Everyone’s going to love you.” Kaeya puts on a small smile and rests his head on Albedos shoulder. “Thanks.” “Of course. Did you tell Diluc?” “Yeah. They scouted both of us, though I’m a little nervous since we’re entering our college lives soon.”]

[Albedo looks up, “Ah that’s true.” He looks back down, smiling. “Don’t worry. Everything will work out.” Kaeya smiles too and they share a kiss.]

[Such an unfortunate turn out it became to be.]

[Now freshman in college, Kaeya has been busy with the band lately. They haven’t debuted yet but he’s still got work to do. So much work that he’s barely able to make time with his boyfriend. Albedo sits on his couch with a huge frown. He was visiting home for a while and today was going to be a date night. Obviously, that wasn’t happening as Kaeya was 20 minutes late.]

[Klee walks to her big brother and hugs his legs. “Where’s Kaeya?” She asks with a pout. Albedo smiles softly at her and ruffles her hair. “He’ll be here soon.” Klee’s frown grows. “You said that twice already!” Albedo frowns too. “I know.” Was all he could say. Disappointed, Klee goes back to her coloring activities in her room.]

[Albedo slumps on the couch and throws his head back. “Where are you?” He asks to seemingly no one. After a few minutes, Albedo takes out his phone and checks his messages. Kaeya hasn’t even read the couple he’s sent in those 20 minutes. He frowns even more and distracts himself by going on social media. What a mistake that was. His stomach drops when he sees Kaeya’s post of himself, hanging out with his brother and members.]

[Albedo grunts and clicks out right away. He gets up and rushes straight to his room. Albedo slams the door shut and throws himself onto his bed. “That asshole…” He mumbles into his pillow. The door slowly opens with Klee sticking her head in. She fully enters with a big tears welling into her eyes. “He’s not coming, is he?” Seeing his sister in pain was enough for him so burst out crying. He shakes his head sadly.]

[Klee runs to his brother and hops on the bed, immediately hugging him tight. “Don’t cry.” She tells him even though she was crying too. Albedo lays her down with him in sobs. They held each other for a long time and in the end, fell asleep.]

[“I think we need to break up.” Kaeya stops dead in his tracks.]

[The two were on a date and Albedo moved on ahead, back facing him. Kaeya’s hands start to shake. “W-What? Albedo, why?” Albedo sniffles since he couldn’t hold in the tears any longer. “Because Kaeya!” “Because??” Kaeya takes a step forward. “You can’t break up with me! Not before I’m about to debut tomorrow!” Albedo grits his teeth and turns his head around.]

[“Is that all you care about?!” Kaeya immediately swallows and shake his head. “No! No, of course not! I just want you to be there! To see me in action!” Albedo looks to the side. “I’m sorry, Kaeya, but I don’t think being together is working.” Kaeya’s lips tremble. “Albedo…” “Kaeya, you have bigger things to worry about. It’s clear that I’m not at the top of the list.” Kaeya doesn’t know what else to say.]

[He stands there frozen which doesn’t help Albedo at all. The blonde lets out a shaky breath, “Goodbye, Kaeya.” “No!” He runs to him and held his hands. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to leave you alone! I was busy and-“ “That’s always your excuse and I’m tired of hearing it!” It took everything in Albedo to pull away from him.]

[“I’m happy for you but I think we need to stop seeing each other and do our own thing.” He didn’t stay to listen to Kaeya’s response. Instead, he ran away.]

[Diluc sits on his bed, reading a book he was assigned to analyze. It had started to rain and he decided to stay up a while longer to wait for Kaeya. A knock at the door and the redhead immediately puts his book down. “Finally.” He mumbled and heads to the door. He opens it, “Seriously, Kaeya. Stop arriving late-“ He paused as he sees his little brother drenched with a miserable expression. The raindrops blending into his flowing tears.]

[With a hushed voice, Kaeya says, “We broke up.” Diluc gasps and his brother starts to cry. Diluc pulls him into a tight hug. Kaeya grips onto him for dear life and continues to cry. “I’m sorry.” Diluc spoke. At the time, he didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t with anyone at the moment but as his older brother, it’s his job to provide him comfort.]

[Diluc shared no words but he knew and Kaeya knew, that being in each other’s arms was enough.]

Albedo continues to sob outside. What a pathetic guy he looks. Kaeya pushes open the doors and spots Albedo right away. He rushes to his side but doesn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure if he was even able to touch him. Kaeya gulps and continues to stand right next to him, letting Albedo cry his heart out.

“I think that moment was my favorite too.” He whispers. “A bright day until it started raining but that didn’t really stop us.” Albedos cries start to slowly quiet down. Kaeya looks up at the sky. “You remind me of stars. So bright and shiny. You’re small but you’re still able to showcase what you want people to see in that big brain of yours.” Kaeya chuckles. Albedo sniffles and wipes his eyes. Finally, he looks at him.

“Why’re you here?” Kaeya shrugs and smirks at him, “I guess I just wanted to see you.” Albedo blushes but turns away. “Kaeya, we’re not together…” “I know.” “I broke up with you.” “I know.” “I hurt you.” “I know.” “So then why?” Kaeya tilts his head. “I already told you why.” Albedo shakes his head and another set of tears starts to arise. “No! Why’re you being so nice to me?! Why are you acting like nothing happened?? Like we’re friends?!” Albedo wipes his eyes again.

Kaeya faces his whole body toward him and grabs his chin, lifting his face to see his eyes. “Albedo, you shouldn’t act like you don’t deserve to be cared for.” “But-“ Kaeya squished his face to stop him from speaking. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You were sad that I wasn’t giving you the attention you needed. I left you alone and I’m sorry.” Albedos eyes water again and grabs Kaeya’s wrist to pull it away from his face.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I regret it so much.” Albedo begins to cry. “I should’ve talked to you about it but instead I broke things off with you! I did it because at that moment, I truly thought you didn’t care. If told you, you would’ve continued to ignore me anyways but I know you’re not the person to do something like that! I was just so sad…” Before Kaeya can answer, Albedo hugs him, clutching onto Kaeya’s shirt like it was necessary.

“Oh Kaeya, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for not talking to you about how I felt! I’m sorry I broke up with you instead of hearing you out! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It hurt me seeing you on TV all the time because I wanted to be with you! I wanted to congratulate you for your accomplishments but that never happened! I let you down! Im sorry, Kaeya!“ He dug his face into his shirt with tears staining it. Kaeya’s heart beats fast at hearing those words. He smiles, tears coming out of his eyes too.

“Albedo, I’m sorry too.” He wraps his arms around the short one. “I should’ve made time for you. You were my boyfriend and you deserved to spend time with me even if it wasn’t for a long period of time.” He tightens his grip and plants a small kiss ontop of Albedos head. “I love you, Albedo. I never stopped thinking about you. I’m glad you’re still doing art.” Albedo slowly lifts his head and smiles, “I never stopped thinking about you either.”

The boys let go for a moment to wipe their tears away. “You still love me?” Kaeya asks with flushed cheeks. Albedo nods, “I still love you.” They both smile. “This time, let’s not be shy about what bothers us.” Kaeya states, holding his hand out to him. Albedo nods and holds it. “It’s a promise.” Kaeya smiles wide and they hug each other again.

“Let’s not kiss yet.” Albedo says. “I want us to go slow.” Kaeya nods. “Of course but can I at least kiss you on the cheek?” Albedo laughs, “Yes. You can kiss me anywhere but my lips.” “Anywhere?” “Don’t ruin the moment.” “Okay okay!”

Kaeya pulls Albedo away from him a little and rubs his cheek. “Thank you.” Albedo smiles more. “You’re welcome.” “Albedo!” The boys jump and turn to the entrance and see the instructor with her arms crossed. “First Yn, now you! No making out with your boyfriend till this is over!” Albedo turns red and nods. “Y-Yes, ma’am! I apologize…” She walks back inside.

Kaeya stares, starstruck. “Wow, we’re boyfriends again…” “Uh huh. Klee is going to be very happy.” They hold hands and walk inside. “I miss her. She’s doing well?” “Mhm. She might come.” “Sweet! I can’t wait!” Kaeya kisses his cheek as Albedo leads him to his painting.

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Of stitches and laughs

word count - 1.1k

frank castle x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of grief and guilt, pining, pet names (sweetheart), acquaintances to friends (to idiots in love), no use of y/n, proof read a couple of times but let me know if i missed something.

thank you for reading!!

The memory hurts, but does me no harm - Abstract (Psychopomp)

Frank never believed in the concept of souls. Mainly because he was not convinced a man like him could have one, maybe years ago, before that fateful day at Central Park, when he was a family man. Now, he was pretty sure it was all bullshit. It was like a switch flipped, he lived for one reason and one reason only; revenge. He had to make it right, he had to make sure the score was even and he would not rest until it was, plain and simple. A part of him wanted to listen to Curtis, to Karen, and just give it a rest. Simply say enough. But he could not bring himself to do it. Not when he could still see the image of Lisa, his babygirl, asking to be tucked into bed. Frank had nothing to his name, but he would give and do anything to go back and do what she had asked of him that night.

See, it nagged him, that voice that reminded him of every moment he missed and every moment that never got to be. It whispered in his ear at night when his eyes were feeling heavy, when he felt the slightest bit of joy, when he walked through streets he once walked through with his family. No he could not rest until he was done, even though he knew he probably would never be. That grief and anger would always live nestled between his ribs, pushing against his lungs and not allowing him to breathe.

You understood, you always did. There were good and bad days. The days where he would smile big and his eyes crinkle, his laugh filling the room. Most of your days were like this, your love broke down the haphazardly built wall Frank had around his heart, slipped in through the cracks quietly every time you patched him up. He did not intend for it to happen, you were a friend of a friend, vouched for and deemed trustworthy enough to know he was not just Frank, to know what laid within. He had tried his hardest to keep you at arm's length, close enough to crack a joke or two but never allowing himself to give into the desperate desires of his heart. You, on the other hand, knew you had no other choice but to love him however he allowed you to. You knew what he had been through, so you sat there, patching him up and talking to him.

“...I don’t have as many as you, obviously, but I have a couple of scars of my own”, the humor was evident in your voice. The corner of your mouth quirked up while your eyes alternated between his frown and the cut you were stitching in his bicep. His eyes look away from the window across your kitchen table and look at you, something akin to fondness in them.

“You don’t say?” His voice is deep and gravely and you don’t think you can or will ever get used to it. You nod your head with a pleased hum.

“Yup, got my first scar when I was six. I was getting on the school bus and tripped on the steps, planted face first in front of everyone. I was mortified so I decided to pretend it didn’t happen. When i got to my seat i noticed my pants had blood on my right leg, i cut myself on the shin when I fell and it left a little indented scar.” A small grunt in acknowledgement is the only response you get, you’re used to it. He is hanging on to your every word, whether you notice it or not, your hands are working dexterously on his arm and your voice is simply his new favorite sound.

“How does it feel?” He flexes his arm, the pain barely there by his standards, and nods giving you a thumbs up. You giggle and it goes through his heart like an arrow on fire.

“Can I see?” Your head tilts to the side, he clears his throat, suddenly embarrassed. “The scar on your leg, I mean.”

“Oh! Right, yes” lifting your leg on the chair you point out the small indent, barely visible unless you knew it was there, his eyes move slowly from your own down your form until they land on your old scar. He stares at it intently, a light chuckle leaves your mouth at the seriousness of his frown. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re staring at a gaping wound.” He scoffs.

“Yeah, laugh it up, smartass.” He straightens his spine as if pulled by a thread at the very top of his head, warm brown eyes piercing into your own. Your laugh only grows louder and brighter. Frank’s heart lurches as if trying to escape his chest and find its rightful home in your open palm and he cannot help his own bashful grin.

Frank’s mind is running at a thousand miles an hour, flooding him with memories of Maria, Lisa, Frankie, good and bad. His stare is fixed on you, his grin is growing into a smile. He can hear their laughs jumbled with yours, it does not sadden him, somehow. The memory of the past mingling with the present, becoming acquainted with each other, uniting by their shared love for him. The echoes of his rage, of his grief, remain but they can’t seem to hurt him, not now.

Here, listening to your laugh, being on the receiving end of your loving stare, he feels safe. Maybe his friends are right, there is an after, a brighter tomorrow where there is space in his heart for those he has lost and those he has gained. He has been trapped within his pain, forced by his guilt into the herculean task of making it right, knowing there is no way to do so.

Your voice breaks him from his trance, “Whaddya say, sweetheart?” he can feel his face warming at the realization that he has never called you that before, the endearment slipping from his tongue as if that had always been your name.

“Just checking if you’re still there, you looked like you went somewhere for a hot second” your brow was knitting in curiosity, Frank was almost overcome with the urge of kissing it, kissing you.

“Yeah, sweetheart, still here,” he took a sharp breath, “you won’t get rid of me that easy now.” Your teeth were digging into your lower lip, nodding along to his words. He can’t stop himself from looking , his eyes drawing down to your mouth like a magnet.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Castle.”

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hello i'm eating up everythink this kink game is soo 😋😋😋

could you do branding, breeding and collar for Eustass Kid and Killer? (im a sucker for kid pirates what can I say, if you wanna add a third c of your own choice i'm all ears 🤭)

\o/ I'm enjoying doing these - I'm so glad people are enjoying them.

Branding, Breeding and Collaring - make talk about the Possessiveness Trifecta. Sucker for yandere that I am, I am not complaining, but a fair warning to everyone reading, I may go a bit hard on this.

Also - I 100% have some yandere Kid Pirates stuff I want to go balls to the wall toxic on, so I'm going to do these particular head canons from a healthy view point (save all my deep dark shadows for the multi-chapter stuff.)

Hmm.. I'm tempted to add Heat since I did Wire not too long ago, but I'm not feeling it so I'mma step outside the Kid Pirates for my wild card choice and go with hmmm...

(I've done breeding kink for : Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh, Marco, Newgate, Jinbei, Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Lucci, Law and Kaku.)

Oh I was going to pick Sir Crocodile, because why not, but you know what, let's go with Smoker.

Eustass Kid:

Branding - Oh god you don't even know - Eustass isn't going to suggest this to you, but if you bring it up (tattoos, actual branding, cell popping) he'll be all for it. Safe and painless as possible - well, okay, I mean, sometimes the pain is the point, but my statement still stands. Cell popping is generally not-permanent but most other forms of branding are. Style, design, brand or tattoo, he's going to talk all the details out with you, and how you're going to go about getting it.

Strapped to a custom chair, completely naked, as either he - or someone trusted - does the work (hey if you head canon Kid as a tattoo artist, rock on). He'll tease, please, and praise you the entire time, probably record the entire thing for posterity too especially if it's a tattoo. If you're up for it, he'd be all in for you to have a couple tattoos - at least one everyone can see, and few for his eyes only.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Man's got a specific piece of furniture for this. It's designed to be adjustable (It goes from 4'00" - 12'00" just because he could), and can be used with or without straps. It's got a few other addons, and it's multiple body type friendly.

Hey, Eustass makes things with his hands - not just metal stuff, the man's leather working and wood working skills are on point and I'm not even speaking in double entendre xD It's designed to keep from having the sub/bottom that gets on it from being too exhausted to be, well, bred. (Designed with their pleasure in mind cause some of these addons vibrate).

Thing of it like a comfy saddle with a sybian built into it (google that at your own risk).

Collaring - Oh god you don't even know - Obviously less permanent than branding, but there's a real "You gotta earn it" process to this for Kid. You don't just go around collaring people - putting someone in irons because they're a legit prisoner (or your role playing that sort of thing) isn't the same as this.

If you're okay with it he'll have a collection for you before long. From almost subtle chokers you can wear every day if you want, to ornate metal ones strictly for playtime, to fur-lined leather ones you could wear publicly if you wanted to. You can be sure all of them were made by Kid, and they're all going to be comfortable. The more comfortable you get wearing them, the more likely Kid is to loop a finger through them and pull you into a rough kiss without much warning.

Killer:

Branding - No - Tattoos are an exception to this, but permanently marking/scarring his partner is a big no for Killer. Careful temporary marking yes, but he's the one with the scars, and he doesn't want to cause you to have any (or any more than you already have). It's not that he needs your skin to be flawless, it's that he doesn't want to be the cause of any of your scars.

Killer's job is protecting - the Captain, you, the crew - and probably in that order if we're being legit. Now tattoo(s), something he designs, something you can each get (that not exact matches, but matches style), he's all for that if you are. He wants his somewhere he can easily see - and maybe even that can be easily seen. >.> He wants yours somewhere that only you and maybe the ship's doctor will ever see.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - I mean, have you see that breeding bench that Kid built?! Of course he enjoys using it, and this is a style of marking/possessiveness he can get behind. (ah, heh accidental pun there. get behind... xD) It's not just filling you up over and over that he enjoys, sometimes letting others fill you up too, but it's having you shudder and cum on his cock over and over too. He's into it just as much for your continued pleasure as his own.

The number of times your body tries to curl on that bench is going to be at least twice as often as Killer satisfies himself.

Collar - Oh god you don't even know - it's blue and white with a double row of spikes on it and somehow it is crazy comfortable to wear.

Well, at least that's the first one he gifts you. Killer won't force you to wear any collars, but he'll talk about them and their importance to him and what they mean, and when he gives you the first one he even reiterates that you don't have to wear it. But if you put it on yourself, or present your neck for him to put it on, it'll certainly have an effect on him.

And if you're willing to own/wear more, he'll be gifting a small variety to you. Though the first time he notices you wearing one outside of playtime, you might find yourself over his shoulder and on your way to the bedroom - or the nearest available secluded spot. He'll cool off a little with time (or learn better restraint), but that first time is going to hit him like a ton of bricks.

Smoker:

Branding - Rather not - Cell popping maybe, but branding or tattoos aren't really Smoker's vibe. You could probably convince him to get matching tattoos for say, like, your tenth wedding anniversary or something, but he'd be a little skittish about the idea before then. He certainly has a possessive streak, but it's more of you knowing that you're his, and not necessarily a need to make sure everyone else knows.

I mean, everyone else will know, but he doesn't need a tattoo or brand to get that point across.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Pressed against the wall, bent over the couch, screaming muffled pleasure into the comforter on the bed, and trying to stifle your moans as you hold onto the balcony railing while getting railed. Smoker is going to take you rough and without a condom - your body's begging for his to be buried in you, who has time for anything else?

Wrapped in his smoke you'll swear you smell like his cigars no matter how much you wash. It's not unpleasant, but it also feels embarrassingly obvious to know that anyone else who knows what his cigars smell like is gonna know. Not that you're asking him to stop, you agreed to the arrangements after all.

Collar - Starts as a Sure turns into FUCK Yes - You're the one telling him about collars, and some of the meanings behind them in bdsm and all that, and he's not against it. He lets you pick out what you want, and reads up on safety about them, and you two incorporate it into your playtime.

At one point though, you greet him at the door after his shift, either in little more than the collar, or with it being visible along with what you're wearing (sexy surprises galore under the clothes, of course). The whole evening riles him up more than usual, and he becomes a lot more attached to collars. Eventually he even collars you almost ceremoniously during a session, having gotten a custom piece made for the occasion.

Kinky One Piece Head Canons

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