#tagging that only because DATS

[windfighter]

Underwater temple

I saw a post that said "now would be the most hilarious time for some ao3 author to write their otp being stuck in the submarine" and well... I am apparently a horrible human being so here's Kouji, working for DATS and being stuck in a submarine together with some rich people, a kid, a marine and a submarine operator

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Kouji wasn’t stupid. He realized pretty quickly that something had gone wrong. From the way the operator looked at the controller and fell just a bit silenter to the way Kouji’s ears popped when they went deeper and deeper. The others hadn’t noticed, they were still talking excitedly. Kouji clasped his hands together. He shouldn’t be there. What could he even do underwater?

The submarine went deeper. Occassionally someone would ask the operator if they were there yet. The operator’s ”any minute now” were getting weaker and weaker for every time they repeated it. Kouji was in the back, leaned against the wall. Sometimes someone would pull away the curtain and he could see out into the vast darkness of the underwater world.

The world shook. That’s when everyone else started realizing something was wrong. Kouji climbed over their legs, pulled the curtain away. Looked out into the darkness. He gripped his digicontrol.

”How fucked are we?” he asked, because he was tired of beating around the bush.

The operator’s cheeks turned red. Kouji had no sympathy. None of them should even be down here. The others started screaming, yelling, cursing the operator out. Kouji leaned closer to the window. What a waste of oxygen. Rich people… Kouji shook his head.

”The bluetooth connection is dead”, the operator admitted.

Kouji couldn’t help with that. There was a reason his camera wasn’t digital. Something big swam past them and the submarine shook again. More yelling. Kouji pressed his face against the window, used his hands to block out the lights inside the submarine. And the sounds.

A shadow. Kouji bit his lip. The shape was off, looked more like a plesiosaur than anything that was supposed to exist. Nessie is real, he thought.

”I’m sure they’re already looking for us”, the operator said.

The other passangers calmed down a little, the youngest one came up to the front again, pushed Kouji out of the way. Kouji rolled his eyes and sat down next to the operator.

”Is there an emergency beacon?” he asked.

”O-of course.”

...that was a no. Of course there wasn’t. Which, considering the thing that was circling them, was probably a good thing. One of the passangers looked at his watch, then banged on the wall for three minutes.

”In case the beacon doesn’t work”, he said. ”It will alert anyone nearby.”

It would alert more digimons, like the one outside, and Kouji wasn’t sure these were the friendly kind. He leaned back, closed his eyes and listened as the operator tried to fix the controller.

Two hours. He could tell the others were getting scared. The air already felt thinner, but was probably just imagination. Kouji climbed back to the window. More shadows were circling them. One of them came into the light, then swam away again. Yep, that was a digimon. At least three of them, but it was hard to tell. Kouji looked at the operator again.

”Controller?”

”Still no connection.”

Kouji sighed. Sat down on the toilet. Digivolving could protect him for a while, but would it be enough time to get to the surface? Could he just leave the others down here? The submarine shook again. So far the walls were holding, but… It was only a matter of time. They were well and truly fucked. The others had gotten their phones out and were yelling about the lack of internet. Kouji’s own phone was still on land, at his hotell room. He didn’t need that down here, but he had something better. That would hopefully work.

He took out his digicontrol. The communicator he had gotten before he left for this mission. Put the communicator over his ear and pressed a button on it. He didn’t expect anything. Even stuff from DATS would have a hard time working this far down. The others’ yelling were starting to grate on Kouji’s nerves.

”It’s your own fault for betting your lives on this death-trap”, he said.

Moved to the back again. The others fell quiet, stared at him. Of course, Kouji was also stuck in the death trap. He’d have a serious talk with his boss later. No underwater-missions ever again.

”They’ll rescue us”, one of the rich, old dudes said. The father, Kouji thought. ”We are important.”

Perhaps he was holding up hope for his son. Kouji didn’t know and didn’t care. The only thing important about them were their money. They wouldn’t be found in time. Not the way everyone kept yelling. Everyone except the one who had banged on the wall, and had kept doing that every half hour.

No answer in the communicator. Kouji bit his lip. He’d have to use his digivice to increase the signal. He’d done it once before, when he was deep in the mountains of Canada, but it was tricky at best.

”How are you with technology?” he asked the kid.

Calling him a kid was a lie. He was 20 years old and an adult, but he was the youngest in the group so calling him a kid felt right. The kid shrugged.

”I have an iphone”, he said.

”Iphone sucks”, Kouji said. ”You know Linux?”

”I know of Linux.”

Not helpful. Not that the digivice ran on Linux, but it was close enough. Kouji shrugged, pulled the cover off the digivice and started looking for the cable he needed. The kid watched him.

”Is that a Linux-phone?”

”Eeeh…”

Kouji didn’t know how to explain. The dad looked at them.

”Phone won’t work. We’re too deep”, he said.

He wasn’t wrong. Kouji took the communicator off his ear again. They were too deep, and normal phones wouldn’t be able to get a connection here. Not even his.

But there were digimons. And that meant a digigate somewhere nearby. And that meant…

He found the cable, pulled it free and connected it to the communicator. Held it to his ear again. The kid and the dad started yelling at each other, Kouji didn’t care enough to figure out what it was about.

A digigate nearby meant his digivice should be able to connect via that. The communicator beeped. Kouji held his breath, pressed his hand over his other ear. A broken ’hello’ echoed in the communicator. Kouji released his breath.

”Kouji. Sighting confirmed. Send help.”

He hoped it would go through. There were static noises in the communicator. He wanted to add more. Tell them about the submarine being broken, that they would all die if rescue didn’t find them within a day. The vehicle shook as the digimons rammed into it again. Kouji gripped his digivice harder. He couldn’t do anything. For once, he had to stay on the sideline.

He hoped someone would come.

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Another two hours. The submarine wouldn’t hold much longer. The pressure was getting higher as it kept sinking. The digimons were still circling it. The yelling had died out. The operator was looking through the window.

”What are they?” he asked.

Kouji opened his eyes. Looked at the operator. Should he lie? Tell the truth?

”...sharks”, he said. ”Might be goblin sharks, they haven’t gotten close enough to the window for me to tell.”

A lie. The truth wouldn’t help.

”They’re curious, but we’ll be food the moment they get a dent in the hull.”

The truth, because he couldn’t lie about their chances of survival. Unrest spread through the submarine again.

”They’ll find us”, the person banging the wall said.

A marine, Kouji had learned during the two hours. Explained how calm he was. Kouji looked at him. Could tell the marine knew perfectly well it was a lie. The chances of them being found… Kouji clenched his hand around the digivice. If his people came, if they came close enough to the sub, if… There was a chance, but even then… The hull might not survive the travel to the surface. Kouji leaned his head against the wall. The marine banged it again. Another half hour had passed by.

”After this I’m staying home for a year”, the kid said.

Kouji doubted it. If they got out the kid would feel invincible, would probably try basejumping. Convince his dad to go on another suicide vacation. At least the operator looked like he’d never go close to water again. The operator moved away from the window and Kouji went up to it again.

They had fallen deeper, darkness even darker. Digivolving was tempting, if just to get some extra light down there. It was useless. Not even Wolfmon would fit in the vehicle. The shadows of the digimons were circling closer. It seemed to be more of them.

Something bright shot past the submarine. Lit up the digimons and disappeared into the depths. The submarine shook. The hull creaked. Kouji put the communicator in his ear again.

”Hello?”

”I’m trying, I’m trying!” a female voice said.

American. One of the local DATS-members. Kouji sank down on the toilet. If…

”How are we looking?” another voice said.

Older. Probably her supervisor or mentor.

”Hull’s almost breached”, Kouji reported. ”A few hours of oxygen left. There’s at least 6 of them circling us.”

”I have eyes on you”, the woman said again. ”Coming in hot!”

A white, narwhal-shaped digimon zoomed past, forced the attackers to retreat. It was fast.

”Can you do anything?” the man asked.

Kouji shook his head. The others were looking at him, he could feel their eyes against his back.

”I can’t travel through walls”, Kouji said.

He would have laughed if he didn’t feel so powerless. He’d stay on land, or at least outside of submarines, after this. Maybe outside of airplanes as well, but at least he could get out of those.

”What’s happening?” the kid asked.

”He’s lost his mind”, his dad answered.

Kouji rolled his eyes. He never had much of a mind to begin with. The digimons were coming closer again.

”There’s a few too many to chase away”, the woman said. ”We need to go on the offensive.”

”Any chance you can guide us?” the man asked.

Kouji turned to the operator.

”Are there more lights on the outside of this thing? Can we turn them on?”

The operator nodded, pulled at some levers in the roof. Kouji looked through the window. They were still floating in nothing, only water surrounding them, but it was a bit brighter. He could see five digimons clearly through the front window. Tylomons.

”We can’t do much more than that”, he answered. ”It’s in your hands.”

Submarimon swooshed past again, followed by a second one. Kouji could see the man and woman in them. They gestured at each other.

”What are those?” the kid asked.

Kouji hadn’t even noticed him coming up to the window.

”Rescue”, he said.

Maybe not theirs, but Kouji didn’t need to say that part. The submarine shook as Submarimon and Tylomon battled each other around it.

”Can you seal the gate?”

”On it, dad!”

”They keep coming through. Don’t worry, we’ll get you up soon.”

Kouji looked at the other passengers. The dad seemed on the verge of passing out. The operator’s pants were wet. The other rich dude had already passed out. The kid was looking through the window. Kouji locked eyes with the marine. He looked ready to rush into battle. Not a mentality they needed right now. Kouji left the toilet, sat down by the marine instead.

”This isn’t your war”, Kouji said.

”But it’s a war”, the marine answered.

Calling it a war… Kouji shook his head.

”What’s your name?” he asked instead.

”Dave”, Dave said.

Kouji snorted. Dave felt like too much of a normal name for a situation like this.

”Well Dave, do you have a favorite dish?”

Kouji couldn’t do much. The air was getting harder to breathe, he couldn’t do anything about the digigate or the digimons. He couldn’t stop the kid from looking outside, the operator from being terrified. But maybe he could do this. Distract.

Dave looked at him. Confused. Tilted his head a bit.

”New York-style pizza”, he said.

”Oh? I’ve never tried that”, Kouji lied. ”What makes it better than Californian pizza?”

”It’s the cheese”, the kid answered from the front. ”New York-style is absolutely drowning in cheese.”

Kouji still heard their voices in the communicator. He considered taking it out, but… it was nice. Hearing what was going on. He looked at the operator.

”What about you? What’re you gonna have when we get up?”

”aah…”

”I don’t think I’ve had that one either”, Kouji said. ”I do like Oh, though.”

Dave and the kid snickered. The operator blushed. Kouji hated this. A waste of what little oxygen they had left. The submarine shook again. An explosion just outside the window. A small crack appeared in it.

”I have a friend that makes great Italian food”, Kouji said. ”I’ll probably ask her to make me something.”

”I’ll…” the operator started. ”I’m going to cook for my family. Something new.”

”You have a family?” Kouji asked. He was so far from interested it felt like torture. ”Why don’t you tell us about them?”

The operator did. Dave started talking about his own. The kid moved from the toilet to join the conversation. Kouji breathed a sigh of relief and took the front seat again.

”Window’s cracked”, he said into the communicator.

The two tamers fell silent. The air around Kouji felt tense. Their hours had probably been reduced to minutes.

”The gate’s still open”, the woman said. ”What if…”

”It’s ocean on the other side”, the man answered. ”Gru, you on the way?”

”Almost there!” a new voice said. Gru. ”Had some trouble with the old ’vice.”

”We’ve almost gotten them all, it’s just two left”, the woman said.

”Three”, the man corrected and Kouji assumed a new one had just arrived through the gate.

He fell silent again, listened as the others talked about families or about the battle. A huge shadow appeared above them, covered the submarine. It took several seconds before it disappeared. Kouji stood up. Leaned as close to the window as he could.

A huge whale appeared infront of them. Opened its mouth and swallowed the submarine. The vehicle shook, the three still conscious people behind him screamed.

”Are we dead?” Dave asked when the sub had stopped shaking.

”A warning would have been nice”, Kouji said into the communicator.

”We’ve got the eggs”, the woman said. ”Gate’s closed. Time to dive!”

Deeper. Kouji’s ears hurt. Someone knocked on the hull of the submarine.

”Bolted from the outside?” Gru asked. ”This isn’t a sub, it’s a coffin.”

Kouji rolled his eyes. His chest hurt and he was starting to feel dizzy.

”Get us out.”

”Alright, alright, don’t rush perfection.”

”Gru”, the man laughed.

Something banged on the hull. Drilled into it. Drilled into it over and over again. A huge chunk of it fell to the ground and fresh air entered the sub. Fresh air that smelled a lot like the insides of a fish. Kouji gagged.

”Almost prefer suffocating to this”, he said.

He took the communicator off. Walked outside the sub. Gru was there, an older, tall and chubby man dressed in gray clothes and a neon-pink tie with an equally pink communicator around his ear. Kouji almost laughed at the sight. The ground was soft and textured like a tongue. It probably was one.

”Thank you, Whamon”, Kouji said.

He shook Gru’s hand. Asked about the other two.

”They’ll meet us at HQ”, Gru said. ”I don’t have any snack with me for the travel.”

”It’s fine.”

Kouji looked back at what could have become his coffin. The kid was peeking out through the hole, Dave just behind him. The operator was trembling, still sitting on the floor. Kouji didn’t know what would happen to them later.

”Whamon’s my partner”, Gru said and peeked into the submarine.

Dave and the kid quickly moved out of the way. Gru whistled.

”Absolutely disgusting. Why were you in it?”

Kouji grimaced.

”Order from the boss. There were rumors about sea monsters around the Titanic.”

”You’re his retriever?”

Gru stepped inside and Kouji followed.

”Gonna demand a raise after this”, Kouji said. ”Thanks again for the rescue.”

”Close call”, Gru said.

He knocked at the window. It shattered and fell to the floor. Kouji’s knees shook and his breath hitched. He clasped his hands together and sank down to the floor, back against the wall. Suddenly the seriousness of the situation hit him.

He could have died.

He knew that. Every time he was sent out carried that risk. But never in this way. Gru patted his shoulder.

”Take your time, kid.”

Kouji focused on his breaths. Listened as Gru shook the two rich men, tried to wake them up. Listen to Dave and the kid as they walked around Whamon’s mouth. They had been saved. Kouji’s heart beat hard against his chest.

He definitely deserved a raise.

[ryomens-vixen]

420 w/ 90s Toji

CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.

Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.

Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k ✨

Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.

Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to “take out” later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!”

Fuck how did you get here… oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..

The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.

“Her? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.” Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.

And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.

“Wass good ma”

“..... “

“Hello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.”

“Don't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.”

He chuckled, “Got a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.”

“I'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.”

“Sound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-”

“Maybe I don't want no dick from you!?”

Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.

Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.

“You Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?”

What the fuck did he just say? “Toji shut the fuck up!” You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.

You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. “Keep it together bitch” is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.

“So when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?”

What the hell did he just say?

“I know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.” this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.

Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.

“Bet you won't suck dis dick”

“Yeah I BET I won't, the fuck?”

“So all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothin”

“Excuse me?!” How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.

“You heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.”

“Says who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.”

“I betchu won't come fuck me then.”

“Bet!”

It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it “Fuck, y- you a nasty bitch” is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.

You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.

“Dirty ass bitch get in the back, c'mon” he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.

“Bet yo dick ain't even that big-”

“Shut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.”

That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.

“Can't find the hole ol’ man?”

“Can't wait to shut cho lil ass up-”

“Pus-”

Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.

Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever “Move yo fuckin hand” is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.

The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside… over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.

The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Man fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slut” God he put his weight into it again.

“Lil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!”

You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.

“T- Toji Wa-”

“Shut the fuck up” he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. “How you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchu”

“Toji i-”

“It's T-Raw, bitch.” You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.

“You's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.” He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. “Fuck it-” he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.

You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..

“T- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!”

Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!” Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.

“Can't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!”

You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good… too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

“Yes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!”

His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud “Fuck” into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.

Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.

“What? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.” He took his left over blunt and lit it.

“But since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.”

“B.. But T-Raw”

“What the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.”

You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight… ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.

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[xxsunoosprincess]

Finally someone who doesnt write sunghoon as a hard dom!! Like have you seen that man, hes just a baby behind those muscles.

But tbh hes maybe a mean soft dom, LOVES to call you names and have you whining underneath him. It just boosts his ego a little

He might get super mean but i dont think he would be rough, maybe if you ask him to be though🫣🫣 (elaborate?)

A-fucking-gree. I think people mistake Sunghoon’s quietness for being mean, but I think he is just a silly guy. Even more than that, he is a simp for his girl. When he is in love he’s in love and would do anything for his baby. He lets you dress him up in pink even though he hates it because you say he looks pretty. He makes silly race car noises while pushing you around in grocery carts because he knows it makes you smile. And if you ask him to be a little extra rough with you one night, despite the fact that you’re his sweet little princess, then damn it he is going to. He just has to pep talk himself in the bathroom before hand and he’s ready to go.

(smut below the cut, minors DNI)

Has you flat on your back with your legs up, one hand wrapped around both your ankles while he bullies his cock deep into your cunt “Yeah? You fucking like that? You like being my slut?” There is sweat building at his hair line, his thick eyebrows furrowing. Something about you whining beneath him makes him want to work harder. He wants to please you, give you everything you wish for and more. It’s what makes him call you a “nasty little bitch” when you let out a moan of pleasure after he lands a harsh smack on the meat of your ass.

When you squeal and place your hand on his chest because it’s “too much hoonie!” it only makes him fuck into you harder. Tosses your legs down so he can take your hand off his chest and pin both of your wrists down above your head. With his free hand he grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open before he spits into it. “Thought you wanted it hard baby?” The condescending way he looks at you brings tears of pleasure to your eyes, but it’s enough to make him slow down. Immediately stops, placing a tender kiss on the tracks of tears that have started to flow. Needs explicit reassurance that he wasn’t too much :(

Still isn’t a fan of seeing you cry, so he lets you take control, too scared he will get caught up in the moment and push you too far. Flips you over into doggy and let’s you take what you need “Work yourself on my cock, baby. Fuck… that’s my sweet girl.” <3 Sunghoon sweetie agenda.

a/n: I feel like this is a lil short but I’m feeling a little silly today. I hope it makes you clap and smile. Dats all for today xx - princess

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[daily-hanamura]

recently got to the whole "let's throw namatame into the tv" scene in my rewatch of p4a and it's like. holy shit yosuke was just so ready to kill. hands down. is he okay. does... does he need someone to talk to??? why is this poor boy filled with so much insatiable bloodlust, atlus

AHHHH I WATCHED THAT SCENE YESTERDAY TOO YOSUKE went so hard there, like damn son look at his fury!!! I feel like the anime did such a great job at capturing yosuke's sensitivity towards the injustice that happened to saki and nanako and how he flinches everytime it's brought up, and it really helped contextualise his reaction in that scene.

I also really liked how after Yu talks him down Yosuke says something like how he'll always be watching, anytime anywhere (unfortunately I don't have a screenshot of that and my safe file is too far from that date so)

It's interesting because it's also something that sticks - in p4au when Adachi shows up again and people around them are in danger, Yosuke is immediately on the offensive, charging forward without thinking.

I think it's one of those things about Yosuke that's very well written and something I adore. As a character strength, Yosuke is extremely protective of the people around him - he looks out for his friends and makes sure they're okay, buys them food to keep them happy, etc. One of my favourite lines from him is when you add him to the party and he says this:

But this is also a strength that when flipped as a flaw is one of overprotectiveness. He becomes reckless and forgets to think rationally, so he throws himself in front of danger without flinching because he wants to keep others safe. It makes him behave recklessly because he's single mindedly focused on getting justice for those who were wronged or for preventing any more harm being done, without any consideration for potential side consequences.

[lvnleah]

Ooh for the potential Christmas fic for Bug could be something about the Christmas days like the dinners that we've seen the Arsenal teams have for a few years now??

Like just imagine this little one toddling along, picking what she wants on her dinner like 'this, and this, and this'

Or finding out what mistletoe is and clutching it in her little hand and running around, practically shoving it in all of the players' faces to get cheek kisses

I'm sure I'll think of so many more little scenarios, so glad you're writing more for her 🥹😂

— bug’s christmas dinner | lotte wubben-moy 🎄

this is part of a double update! bug meeting santa will be out later on this evening :)

It was Christmas dinner day at training and possibly your favourite part about tagging along with Lotte. Christmas music played in the background, the smell of roast turkey and stuffing filled the air, and the tables were decorated with tinsel and little Christmas crackers. Lotte walked in, holding your tiny hand, and you stared wide-eyed at all the colorful decorations.

“Excited for Christmas dinner, Bug?” Lotte asked, crouching down so she was at your level.

You nodded eagerly, the reindeer antlers on your head bouncing as you hopped in place. “I wan’ turkey, Mummy! An’ gravy! But no green things,” you added firmly, wrinkling your nose.

Lotte laughed, taking your hand and guiding you to the canteen. She grabbed a small plate for you, balancing it in one hand while holding you steady with the other. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

As you peeked up at the food, your nose crinkled. “What’s dat?” you asked, pointing suspiciously at a tray of roasted Brussels sprouts.

“Brussels sprouts,” Lotte said, glancing at the server. “They’re very healthy, want to try some?”

You shook your head furiously. “No. Don’ wan’ those.”

“What about carrots?” Lotte asked, moving down the line.

You crossed your arms, thinking hard. “Uhhh…only one.”

Beth appeared next to you, holding her plate and grinning. “Are you being a picky eater? You’ve been spending too much time with Leah! She’s just as bad.”

“Oi!” Leah called from another table, overhearing. “Don’t drag me into this!”

Lotte laughed, scooping one carrot onto your plate. “It’s true, though. You’re just as stubborn as Bug.”

“I’m not ‘tubborn!” you declared, clearly misunderstanding who they were talking about. “I’m Bug!”

That sent both Beth and Lotte into fits of laughter. Once the giggles calmed, Lotte helped you pick out the rest of your food: turkey, a scoop of mashed potatoes, and a bit of stuffing after a lot of coaxing. No peas, though—you made that very clear.

With your plate ready, Lotte carried it over to the table where she was sitting with Alessia, Leah, Lia, and Emily. She helped you up into your chair, your little legs swinging as you dug into the turkey first.

Dinner was lively. Leah teased Emily about her terrible Christmas jumper, Alessia told you all about how she and Lotte celebrated Christmas in America, and Lotte kept cutting your turkey into smaller pieces because you kept repeating, “Mummy, it’s too big!”

When your plate was clean—except for the single carrot you’d moved around but never touched—you leaned back in your chair and tapped Lotte. “All done!”

“Good job, bug,” Lotte said, wiping a bit of mashed potato off your cheek.

“I open my cracker now?” you asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Of course!” Lotte handed you the bright red Christmas cracker, helping you hold one end while she pulled the other. It popped loudly, making you giggle, and out fell a tiny spinning top and a paper crown.

“Look, Mummy!” you squealed, holding up the top. “It spins!”

“Oh that’s so cool, bug!” Lotte said, smiling warmly. She placed the paper crown on your head, tilting it slightly to fit over your reindeer antlers.

Without hesitation, you slid down from your chair, clutching the spinning top. “I’m gon’ show everyone!”

You made your rounds, waddling over to the next table where Katie, Caitlin, Kyra and some of the staff were sitting. “Look what I got!” you announced proudly, holding up the spinning top.

Katie gasped dramatically. “No way! Is that a magic top?”

You nodded, spinning it on the table for her and everyone to see. “It goes fast!”

“Very fast!” Caitlin agreed, matching your excitement, “That’s so cool, Bug!”

Next, you ran to Viv and Beth’s table. “Beffy! Vivi! Look!”

Beth gasped, “Is that your Christmas present from the cracker?”

“Yep!” you said as Viv lifted you up onto her lap before spinning it again. “It’s magic!”

Viv smiled softly. “So cool, bug! Did you enjoy your dinner?”

You nodded proudly, swinging your legs back and forth on Viv’s lap. “I ate all of it!”

Beth raised an eyebrow, “Even the carrot?”

Your face scrunched up, and you crossed your arms. “No silly Beffy! Don’ wan’ the carrot.”

That sent both women into laughter, Viv pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Fair enough, Bug. Carrots aren’t for everyone.”

Beth leaned over the table, pretending to whisper. “You know, if you eat your carrots, you grow big and strong—like me!”

You giggled, hopping off Viv’s lap as you darted toward the next table, spinning top clutched tightly in your little hand.

You made your way around all the other tables, showing off your spinning top to everyone you knew. Each player gave you just as much enthusiasm as the last, clapping and cheering as if you’d just won a big prize. By the time you got back to Lotte, you were ready for a nap. 

When you returned to Lotte, you climbed straight into her lap, tucking your spinning top into your pocket and resting your head against her chest.

“Have fun, Bug?” she asked, wrapping her arms around you as she leaned back in her chair.

You nodded, letting out a content sigh. “’M tired now, Mummy.”

“I bet you are,” Lotte said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve been running around like a little reindeer all day.”

Alessia, sitting beside Lotte, reached over to gently fix your slightly lopsided paper crown. “Bug, I think you’ve talked to more people today than I have all season.”

You grinned sleepily. “’Cause I got a magic top.”

You yawned, cuddling closer to Lotte. “Mummy, can we go home now? I wan’ snuggle.”

Lotte’s heart melted at the sleepy tone in your voice. “Of course, Bug,” she whispered, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Let’s say goodbye to everyone first, okay?”

You nodded but didn’t move from her lap. Instead, the rest of the team started making their way over to say their goodbyes.

Beth was the first, crouching down beside you. “Bye, Bug. Make sure you take good care of your magic top, alright?”

“I will,” you mumbled, your eyes already fluttering shut.

One by one, the team said their goodbyes. By the time the last person had waved, you were fully asleep, your tiny hand clutching Lotte’s shirt.

“She’s wiped out,” Alessia said softly, smiling at the sight.

Lotte nodded, standing carefully so she didn’t wake you. “She’s had a big day. Christmas dinner is serious business for her.”

With that, Lotte carried you out to the car, your reindeer antlers slipping slightly as your head rested against her shoulder. As she buckled you into your car seat, she couldn’t help but smile at your peaceful expression.

“Goodnight, Bug,” she whispered, tucking a blanket over you in the back seat. “Mummy loves you.”

[killerkillerkillher]

Save a Horse, Ride a Sorcerer

Summary: You're a stable hand that helps care for the town horses. You're also romantically involved with most wanted man in the country.

Inclusivity tags: Reader uses he/him pronouns, refers to themself as a man, and has a penis. Some religious references, but Reader beliefs remain undefined.

Cw: Nothing crazy. No sex (this time) but is referenced. Takes place between 1850-1870 USA. You get lots of kisses. First person but NOT an oc, I promise with all my heart <3 mdni!!!

"I won' dat boy strung up and hung, ya' hear me? I say—I said, did you hear me?"

I sit on the inn proach, watching the sheriff wind up a posé of young and blood hungry men. In the deputy's hand is a wanted sign, a well created sketch of this state's most wanted criminal on the forefront of it. The name Satoru Gojo : Wanted Die or Alive is written below it with a heavy reward posted underneath.

Ten grand. A fellow like me could do a hellava lot of things with money like that. Man must have wronged Rockefeller himself to have a fortune that size on his head.

"Folk said he's was due west around midnight. We leave now and we can catch 'em in the town over come sun down." The sheriff's horse shakes its head out, eyes finding me before his human's do. "I trust you'll care for my horses, boy?"

I pull my cigarette from my lip, smoke making the corners of my eyes sting as the white rolls along my face. I toss a half assed salute his way, and he takes it for me being intoxicated and bitter, which is a fine enough response in his book. He takes his party of young and impressionables—they're all broke, jobless, looking to make a name for themselves just as we all are—and rides out of town due west.

When they're a good distance away, I finally stand and slug my way to the stables. The summer heat is killer, a sweat breaking out on my hairline when all I'm doing is walking, and I only get some reprieve when I slide into the stables. The place smells like hot animal, dry grass, piss. I do my best to shovel the horse shit, to turn the dirt and keep the hay fresh, but the stable hand before me was a poor worker and that smell had already clung to the walls long before I had any say. I make my way past the donkeys and the sweet mama mare that came in with a pretty girl on her back a week previous. No, I head for the stall in the far back that's padded up with hay and extra leather supplies.

Tugging open the door, I kick around the hay until my foot hits something softer that an old saddle. Instead of reaching in for it, I pull my leg back and kick it harder. It jumps, groaning in pain as a head of fluffy white hair pokes from the feed. The dastardly criminal, the arrogant bastard, the wickedly handsome, the Satoru Gojo wakes up from a drunken stuper, raising his torso up as he rubs it in pain.

The man has caused me more trouble than he's worth at this point. Hiding him like I do could get me strung up by my toes right beside him if we were caught because the sheriff and every other authority out there wouldn't want to hear from me that I couldn't help myself. Satoru has charm that no one man has any right to have, and he's a walking sin, one that no human has could do justice based on his wanted poster sketches.

They say the devil wanders the earth trying to lure men into sin with promises too sweet, and it's sad to say that if he were anything like Satoru, I would have followed him tripping and stumbling.

"Get up, outlaw." I lean against the stall door, watching him blink away last night's alcoholic haze. For a man as feared as he is, he sure is a light weight. It took one and a half beers to get him flushed in the face, and four to get him tripping over himself. Said something about western drinks hitting harder than the shit from his country, but I wasn't really in the mind to listen to him past that.

"What time is it?" He grunts in a heavy accent, wincing at the light that filters into the stall. He pats around the hay blindly until he finds a set of tinted spectacles to slide onto his nose. "My head... fuck." He massages the dip of his nose.

I look at my pocket watch. "Just bout 2, but I forgot to wind my watch this morning, so give or take a' hour." I wind it as we speak. "Came ta wake you 'cause the sheriff deputy justin' left to head to Bucksteel. You leave now and you could hit the river near Hacienda Nueva by tonight."

"And you?" Satoru hums, an easy smile falling on his flushed lips as he picked straw from his hair—it's funny how easy he shakes off the hangover. He blinks those eyes up at me—pretty blue things that I swear God made by taking pieces of the sky and sticking them right into his irises—like he wants something. Something I certainly can't give.

"Wh'about me? I'm not the one with a fortune on my head. I ain' got a need to run like you do, outlaw." I pull a long drag from my cigarette before pointing at him. "Just get yer ass up and move along before I get in trouble too."

He pushes himself up to his feet, gracefully masking a stumble as he closes the distance between us. I follow his movements, not budging as he slide his arms around my shoulders. I've got to anchor my head back a tad, lips brushing his as he scratches at the base of my scalp. If it were anyone else, I'd tell them to get the hell off me, the summer heat being the biggest cockblock nature could hand us. But it's not. I'd sweat until I melted into a puddle for the taste of Satoru's skin, the feel of his lips, brush of his fingers on my back.

"The road would be better if you were on it with me, you know." He mummers, slipping small chastise kisses between his words. I take the cigarette from my lips and blow the smoke down. He hates the smell of it. I drop it and stomp it out.

"'m sure." With a hand on his nape, I pull him into a proper kiss, lips meshing like they're meant to fit together. Satoru may hate the smell, but he sure loves the taste that burnt tobacco leaves on my tongue. He sucks it into his mouth before mashing our taste buds together. It's sloppy, it's heated, and a string of spit keeps us tied between every breath.

His hands wander, grabbing at my shoulders, the hard earned muscles of my arms, the softer bits of me along my sides. All of it, he's hungry for, and I can't say I'm much better. My hands gravitate to his chest, groping his pecs as the flat of my palm pushes at his nipples.

Like a fire work, it's all hot burning action, sparks glowing and making shivers run through me. But then it's gone, just the same. I make myself pull away—it hurts to ignore Satoru's confused "Ah?" as his tongue still hangs out his mouth, dripping with our mixed saliva with those half lidded eyes—hands sliding down to his waist with plans to stay there.

"Ya gotta go, 'Toru." I urge. If he doesn't, I might just forego my restraint and bend him over against the wall right this moment. Now that would really get us in trouble.

"And here I was hoping for another taste of last night." He pouts.

He'd somehow gotten me into the bar when he rode into town last evening sporting a pack full of cash and an empty stomach. He'd bought half the town drinks, to which would get any man to ignore his bounty if you drowned them in enough liquor. He'd been sweet, throwing me glances and mouthing less than appropriate things across the room as sky had turned dark. His luck would have it that the woman serving my table thought she'd been the one on the receiving end of his flirts. That'd sparked the two of them flirting, which not only stepped on my nerves but her father's too. Daddy sheriff didn't like his daughter blushing pink and pretty for the fiendish foreigner outlaw, leading me having to cover for his ass again. He ended his night sleeping in a horse stable while the sheriff and his men searched for him, maybe or maybe not after receiving a jealous dick down from myself.

I never considered myself the jealous type before, but a man has his limits. Though, it's probably a futile effort. Like pirate has a woman at every port, I'm sure I'm just sending him away to another bed warmer over in Hacienda Nueva.

"Come on now," he tugs as the sleeves of my shirt. "Do I have go and talk to what's-her-face to get you all worked up again?"

"Ya mean Lottie?" I laugh, pressing my forehead to his. "You talked to her half the night and can' even remember her name?"

"Someone fucked me so hard I forgot it." He grins back. I grip his sides harder, and he takes that as a sign to lean back in for a kiss. I peck his lips, then lift him by the waist and move him out the stall.

"A'right, lover boy. Yer losin' daylight."

"I'm losing you." He sounds upset, tone edged with a genuine ring that it rarely carries. It's hard to tell with him sometimes. I've heard him use that tone in the past just before shooting someone in the back when they decided to give him grace. There's no telling when he might turn on me after sounding so soft.

"'m not going anywhere." I huff, pulling his gelding from its stall. It's nostrils flair before it bumps its head to mine in greeting. I pat it's cheek, feeling it's newly sleek coat. The poor thing needed a sponge bath after he came with cakes of mud in his fur and his hooves in a dangerous state. Gojo is lucky I know how to handle a horse, or his would be far worse off. "And if I do, it won' be far. You'd find me."

Satoru stays quiet as I secure a saddle into the gelding's back and brush its hair from its face. I can feel his eyes on my back, then his hands around my waist before he's slotting himself against me. Huffing a sigh, I gently loosen his grip so I can turn in his hold.

"Yer thoughts 're loud, outlaw. I can hear 'em from out h're." I cup his cheek. He's got skin softer than its got any right to be, so soft I'm sure sweet Lottie would be jealous. Thumb running along his jutted out lips, I kiss it to make it slip back into place. "None of that. Quicker you go, quicker you'll be back." I assure him.

He frowns, but nods anyway, and starts to fish something from one of his saddle bags. An envelope is suddenly between us and pressed to my chest.

"For you." That frown softens. I take it and flip it open. If I didn't stop myself, half the town would have heard me hollering from the sight of a thin stack of money shoved inside. The bills are crisp and straight like they came right from the mint, or like they'd been ironed into uniform neatness. This is the most money I've ever seen in one place.

"What the hell is this, Gojo?" I hiss, shoving the envelope back to his chest. The outlaw rolls his eyes before laughing.

"Only you would get mad at a gift like that." He hums fondly, pressing a kiss to my nose. I wrinkle it, cheeks heating up at the unusual sweet treatment. "Won't you let me take care a ya'?"

"People don' "take care" of men like me. You'd do better giving this to that bar girl's daddy and begging for his forgiveness."

"Let me be the first then." He kisses my nose again, my cheek, under my ear. I doubt it's pleasant. I'm caked in sweat and dirt and tobacco stink, but he kisses me like I'm something sweeter than life and he'd do anything not to stop. It's not treatment I get often. Most look at me and see grit, all rough desert rock and room temperature whisky coated afternoons. Few ride through here wanting me, and fewer still want anything more than a warm man in their bed. Satoru continues to prove himself an ugly duck by not looking at me the same.

"If I can't pamper you on the road, I'll do it here." He hums against me neck. "When I find you next, you better be in a better town than this one, stud." He finally pulls away with a wistful smile. "Where should I find ya'?"

"I said 'm not—"

"Humor me. If I come back in a month and see you ain' here, where would you be?"

I roll my jaw, thinking over whether it's really worth telling him. Of course it is. Who wouldn't want someone out there pining for them, for the next time they'll meet.

"The west. Rumors have it there's a few gold mines popping up and word hasn't reached the east coast yet. You look for me and you'll find me in a mining town. Webber's Creek'll be yer bes' bet."

"I got it." He pecks my lips one more time before slipping his foot into a stirrup and pulling himself up by the saddle horn. I pat his thigh, and guide him to the back of the stables and out the back door. "Next time I find you, I'll have enough money to buy you that cabin and farm you wanted."

"And the three piece suit too?" I muse. He talks like the envelope in my pocket couldn't do just that.

"That too. We can stay the winter there and hide from the world." He's smiling big at that thought, and I'm ashamed to say I am too. "Maybe get a dog."

"You've got big dreams, Satoru." I still as the sun beats down on us, squinting out at the desert plains. Gojo gazes at me from atop his horse with those sparkling sky blues, and bends at the hip to lift my chin. I push up on my toes and meet him mid way in an quick, heart wretchening kiss.

"Your dreams are my dreams, stud." He whispers against my lips. My heart skips and falls, slipping down into my gut where is kicks and wriggles happily. This is a story that'll end in heartbreak, I know it. I shouldn't get so worked over a man that could be shot dead by tomorrow, and the only way I'd find out would be from the absence of his wanted posters on the saloon news board. He's bad for me, will make me sick in the end. But those honeyed words of his are just enough to keep me stuck.

"Sweet talker." I laugh, though my humor really isn't in it. Shoving him back, I take a step away. We keep near each other like that and we'll get attached at the mouth again, never to say goodbye. "Get on now, I'm getting tired of saying it."

"Sure thing." He slips off his spectacles and tugs his bandana up from his neck to cover his eyes. He tugs a wide rim black hat from his saddle pack next and secures it on his head.

"I'll be seeing you," He grins. I lean back against the stable and fish my pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I wave at him with the box in hand and unlit tobacco in my mouth.

"Either in Webber's Creek or hell, outlaw."

I stand there, watching him grab his reins and stir his gelding up and out of town. He doesn't turn back—never does—and I don't look away until he's a tiny speck getting washed away in the blurring waves of heat.

Finally, I take that envelope inside with me, and with an old brittle donkey looking over my shoulder, count out exactly how much he gave me.

Five hundred dollars, lined up in a thin, glossy row of one hundred dollar bills. It's more than I've made in the 9 years I've spent traveling, and I'm sure if I showed this to my ruddy cheeked sixteen year old self, he'd faint. Satoru meant it when he said he wanted me out of this dead-end town, because if anyone here found I was carrying cash like this, they'd beat and rob me on the spot. Now I really have to leave, maybe find a bank that can break all of this down into smaller bills for me.

I sigh and look over my shoulder at Daisy the donkey. "How far you reckon you could take me on those legs of yours?" The old girl blinks slowly, clueless.

I'll have to go and steal a horse then since there's no ranch within a few miles of here. My palm rubs into my eye until I'm seeing colours. Give it to Satoru for turning a series of flings into an entire new journey for me. He's got me whipped past saving, and I can't help but think again that Satoru Gojo is far more trouble than what he's worth.

An: chapter 2 is written and will star Nanami, Yuuji, and a secret third person. Will publish... eventually...

[imbadatwrighting]

Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

[leviosally]

2024 Fic Roundup / AO3 Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @gaiaseyes451 ! Sorry it took a bit to get around to this 💜

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens currently, but have written for The Witcher, and a bit for Legend of Zelda

How many words have you published in 2024?

459,251...that's not including my other account. Wahoo!

What is your greatest achievement this year?

I'm just so happy (and a little wistful) to have finished my long fic, Play for Me the Music of Your Heart It's been a long time in the writing (since 2022) and I'm so pleased to have crossed the finish line.

What are your favourite top three fics you've written this year?

(I technically have only written/added on to 2 fics this year 🙈)

Play for Me the Music of Your Heart- My 31 ch. Good Omens university music school AU that I finally finished!! May I offer you violinist Crowley? Or pianist/conductor Aziraphale?

Sweet Things - My short post S3 kinky fic from The Art of Yelling server's Valentine's Kink Calendar event. (CW sex with snake form Crowley)

( I wrote an rpf on almost this exact day a year ago though)

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

I worried myself several times (unnecessarily, but anxiety gremlins) that I would draw a complete blank on the final ch. of my long fic and fail to complete it. I gave the gremlins the finger.

What have you learned?

Tell the story you want to tell. Better to write for yourself and the handful of people the story will resonate with than to force a story you think will appeal to the masses. If it's pulling at you, it's pulling for a reason.--wise words there by gaia that I'm going to leave.

And also, just continuing to learn more about writing, art and the creative process in general.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Nothing that I started that didn't make it, plenty on the idea pile that I want to write.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I did! I've looked at fic for @dat-carovieh, @nightgazings, @tawnyontumblr, there might be others that I'm forgetting and I'm so sorry, but all of you are wonderful writers and it was a pleasure working with you!

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

The Squire's Wife by @copperplatebeech - Good Omens. I have had it marked for later for forever, because 24 hours/day is criminal. It's wonderful! Copper's signature snappy, crisp prose, her wonderfully witty sense of humor and the absolute sorcery she invokes in her dialogue use make this a wonderful read. And of course, she had me at 'music au'.

The Red King's Consort by @okamiwind - This one is Legend of Zelda (BotW/ToTK) and the pairing Link/Sidon. It is one of the most beautiful fics I have ever read, pairings aside. It is scorching hot, evocative, and just lush. It's like eating a particularly rich truffle, and the pining and longing is off the charts gorgeous.

I did a lot of re-reading of comfort fics as well, as this year was quite stressful, so @mia-ugly Slow Show, @sevdrag, Old Vines, I will always love these from the bottom of my heart.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Let's see...I want to write my own Link/Sidon if the right idea hits. I also have a shorter kink fic in mind for GO as well as a meet-cute that's art student Crowley and figure model Aziraphale. Longer GO fic includes a wildland firefighter Crowley and forest service ranger Aziraphale fic (not 31 chapters again, Someone willing) and we got pretty jazzed about a drum corp AU on The Serpent and the Saint server last night, so...maybe a collab? 👀

I've also been told I need to get cracking on a historical original fic for Liszt/Chopin 😆😏

Who do you want to thank?

Oh godddd, so many amazing people: @ajconstantine, and @tybalttrouble my wonderful betas, and @dawn-the-rithmatist for yelling with me and cheering and also helping beta. WE MADE IT. Everyone on the Art of Yelling discord server, really, y'all are awesome.

@wingsofopal for your amazing art, your encouragement, and for reaching out and prodding me to open The Serpent and the Saint pub discord server to all the amazing people reading and supporting Play for Me the Music of Your Heart. @gaiaseyes451, @paperclipninja, @hermiola, @notalostcausejustyet (and special shout out to you, my dear, for helping me navigate formatting for print) and everyone else I didn't tag who is there, or that I can't find here, I LOVE YOU ALL TO ABSOLUTE BITS AND I DON'T DESERVE YOU 🥹😭🙏🫂

No pressure tags: @dat-carovieh, @badwolfbadwolf, @ambrasue I have no idea who hasn't been tagged yet, if you're mentioned above, also please take it as a tag. If you see this and want to play, please do!

[dewdr0pz]

CHRISTMAS DATE OF YOUR CHOICE WITH WILBUR!! ice skating? decorating the christmas tree? festive movie night? going to christmas markets together? LITERALLY ANYTHING i just need some festivity and wilburness in my mind

🎄Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

🎄

a/n: YESSSSSSSS!!! idk why but I imagined this with Dadbur & idk why, but I feel like he would name his child Arabella because of that one Arctic Monkeys song

word count: 638

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

contains: Dadbur, fluff, a crazy child, Y/N is referred to as Mommy/Mama, mention of a pet dying, & a functional family (omg imagine)

You were woken up by the sound of tiny feet running into your room & the feeling of a small child lying on top of you.

"Mommy! It's Decembew 1st!" Arabella said with her five-year-old lisp. "We's gotta decowate da Cwimas twee!" A soft yawn was heard from Wilbur.

"What time is it, lovely?" Wilbur said, turning over to face you two.

"Uh..." Arabella looked at the clock on your nightstand & pointed. "Dat time!"

Wilbur laughed & lifted her off of you. "Somebody's excited for Christmas."

"Santa's gonna come to ouw house, Daddy!" Arabella exclaimed with a wide smile, her tangled brunette curls swaying slightly when she spoke. "& we gotta make suwe ouw house wooks da best for Santa or else he won't give me presents!"

"That's not true, princess," Wilbur said. "Santa's still going to give you presents because you're the best kiddo in the world. He's also going to give you presents because you're the most...ticklish kiddo in the world!" He started to tickle Arabella & the room was filled with her screams & giggles.

You chuckled & began to get up. "C'mon, precious. We'll go decorate the tree & then go out for breakfast. How does that sound?" Arabella squealed & jumped into your arms, which nearly caused you to topple over. You adjusted her a bit in your arms & began to walk with Wilbur into the living room where the bare Christmas tree stands. Wilbur grabbed the ornament box next to the tree & opened it.

Arabella gasped. "Mama, we has such pwetty ornaments!"

"You say that every year, lovely," you smiled, kissing her forehead. "Do you wanna help Mama put the tinsel & the lights on the tree!" She nodded fervently at this.

For the rest of the morning, you three put the ornaments, tinsel, & lights on the tree, having to pause when Arabella or Wilbur got tangled up in the lights & tinsel, or whenever Arabella snuck away to Wilbur's office to try & play his guitar, or whenever Wilbur would get distracted with telling Arabella the story of some of the ornaments; one of the larger ornaments was something Wilbur had given you when you two were still friends in high school when your first boyfriend dumped you. Another one of the ornaments was something you had bought for Wilbur when his dog died in middle school & he wouldn't stop crying for a week. Another one Wilbur got for you a week after you had given birth to Arabella. Another one you & Wilbur made for Arabella on her first birthday. The only way you could get Wilbur to stop rambling & help with the tree was by kissing his hairline, & only then would he say, "& the next one is about...youknowwhatnevermindletshelpmamawiththetreeinstead." It made you laugh every time. & when it was time to put the angel on the tree, Wilbur put Arabella on his shoulder so she could place the angel on top.

"It wooks so pwetty, Daddy!" Arabella clapped. "Santa's gonna wove it!"

"He sure will, honey," Wilbur replied, wrapping an arm around your waist & kissing your hairline, which got an "ewww" from Arabella & a laugh from the two of you. Wilbur let Arabella get down so she could go wait in her room for you to help her get dressed.

"Tired?" he chuckled when you yawn & leans into him.

"Extremely," you replied. He kissed your hairline & you felt a tingly, warm feeling inside.

"We'll sleep in tomorrow," he said, looking at the tree with pride. "Our princess is a weirdly good decorator."

You laughed. "Maybe she'll get one of those reality shows where she renovates people's houses when she's older." You two laughed again & he leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Merry Christmas, love."

[foxsoulart]

"Teenage Mystic Yokai Turtles"

Mystic Summons Au : Casey and April summon 4 mystic turtles, using ancient clan scrolls, to help save the world (the boys are just a tad unhinged and rather enjoy the modern world than do any work)

Thousands of years old(technically)

Earth threatened by Triceratons

Michelangelo:

- 'Youngest'

-is the strongest, mystic power wise

-often floats around

-major prankster

Donatello:

- 'second youngest'

- absolutely fascinated by technology, there wasn't any the last time they were summoned

-able to connect and control programs/tech such as spaceships, simply by touching and extending his mystic

-holds grudges

Leonardo:

- 'second oldest'

- likes planning pranks with Mikey

- loses arm to Triceratons?

- flamboyant

Raphael:

- 'oldest'

- big ol teddy bear

- loves cute fluffy things

All four are technically the same age, slight time difference in hatching

All four love love love basking

The magic summon scroll:

Ancient, can only be destroyed by incredibly powerful mystic magic. Cannot be destroyed by the mystic sealed in it. Several scrolls scattered around the world each with different mystics. Mystics are sealed by either being forced, tricked, or agreeing to a contract of sorts. Don't necessarily have to obey the one who summoned them, big loopholes to take advantage of there. Scrolls are impervious to the elements; fire, water, sunlight, time etc. Those who seal them don't have to be stronger than the mystic being sealed, although it helps.

Mystics do not age while inactive-sealed-not summoned. Time in between Summons is like a blink, or short nap. Time is paused and so is their consciousness. Mystics can be any species, not just yokai.

About the boys sealing circumstances:

Were tricked into it. Not really mad about it,(probably) since the dude who sealed them is long since dead. Have been sealed since medieval times. Only summoned 10 times, last was over 3000 years ago (have to check my math) these numbers and times are subject to change because I can't make up my mind or bother with math

All four are on 1 scroll, cannot be summoned individually. All or nothing.

The Triceratons:

Lived on earth back in the dinosaur age as normal dinosaurs, mutated by krang deal. Big guys, like 12 tmnt big.

Returned, but decided to get rid of the 'lesser lifeforms' aka humans before settling in.

Or

Fugitiod situation. Except he actually is a criminal. And a cyborg(?) But overall a nice guy.

The krang: ? Who Dat? No krang here?

Casey jones Hammato: Hamato clan descendent. 19 yrs. Fluffy black hair, striking blue eyes. Summons the boys in hopes they will protect the earth.

April (O Neilus or Hammato idk):

Sister or best friend? 18yrs. Red hair. Summons boys with Casey. Part of the Violet Wyverns (band or gang or club idk yet)

Violet Wyverns (name pending): band or gang or club of some real cool peeps. Members include Mondo(leopard gecko yokai boy, 16 yrs) Milo ( Asian persuasion girl, 17yrs) plus more I haven't decided yet

Hidden City: pretty much the same as rottmnt, lotsa them all over the earth.

Other planets outside of earth: who knows? Will I ever integrate any in this au?

Other sentient species besides humans: Yokai, mutants, Triceratons, ??? Mythical beings? Idk yet?

Basic plotline/storyline: guys get summoned, some stuff happens, get kidnapped by Triceratons, interagated/tortured for info cause "hey they look like they know something, let's grab them" - them being clueless for once. Escape involves setting the leader ship into self destruct. Repels the dinos. Casey don't know how to seal them back, not that he really wants to, so hey, let's explore modern earth. Chaos ensues. Mystic Mayhem anyone?

Tags are: #mystic Summons au and #teenage mystic yokai turtles

I love love love questions and asks! Suggestions are cool too! This helps me world/lore build and be decisive about things

[infwctednyacifier]

hii!! if bah requests are open, could we request a minecraft steve or enderman alter? whichever would be more fun for you in your opinion! noticed youve been into minecraft and ive been playing rlcraft lately so thought itd be nice :)

🏗️⋆｡ 🏘️₊˚🧰ﾟ. SINGLE, MINECRAFT = STEVE – ALTER PACK

I actually already made an Enderman BAH pack from a request and due to a request from that same person because of a HC I have, I actually made a creeper partner so checking my BAH tag will quickly show you. Because of this, I chose Steve <3 also sorry this took a while, I had a psych eval ( for dat SSI >:3 )

Names – Steve „ Ryder „ Parker „ Kyle „ Brian „ Sebastian

Nicknames – Ryde „ Park „ big guy „ dad

Age – ageless / immortal

Pronouns – he / him „ it / it's „ hy / hym „ block / block’s „ play / play’s „ 🧩 / 🧩 „ 🎮 / 🎮 „ 👾 / 👾 „ 🏞️ / 🏞️ „ 🐾 / 🐾

Gender – cisboy „ pupgender „ Minecraftgender

Terms – masculine „ thing „ dog

Orientation – androsexual „ polyamorous

Personality – silly „ funny „ kind „ friendly „ caring „ creative

Role – physical caretaker „ mental caretaker „ father figure „ older brother figure

Species – human

Source – Minecraft

Emojis – 🏗️ „ 🧰 „ 🏘️ „ ⛏️ „ 🧫 „ 🌱

Extra – often wears a netherite helmet ( maybe sometimes a turtle helmet ) „ pants „ and boots with an elytra and a shield in his off hand . Around 6 ’ 5 „ 100% ALL NATURAL BEEFY & THICC . Expert builder and miner „ good at farming as well and redstone but prefers building most . Has an extremely large underground base that fits into the large cavern ( kinda egg shaped type cave ) . Y ’ know those ‘ building a [ BLANK ] museum ’ videos ? Yeah „ it loves those and makes a BUNCH of museums + hys bases entrance is a large circle with halves that imitate all natural Minecraft biomes . Father & older brother figure . Has a habit of putting block’s new sentence below the other and loves emojis, emoticons, and kaomojis . Lebanese – Egyptian but as white as play’s name.

Example message – Hi, I’m Steve :)

I’m just a casual guy trying to keep up my base & stuff,,,,nothing special :3

I use he/it/hy/block/play/🧩/🎮/👾/🏞️/🐾 and I’m really just here to chill, continue my stuff, and help the system whenever I can. Come check out my base n stuff, yk 👍🏼

Likes – building „ eating „ 🧩’s army of dogs „ 🎮’s partners „ Minecraft horror mods

Dislikes – jealousy „ aggression „ destruction „ cats „ mobs ( only if they’re mean )

Faceclaims –

[storiesbyjes2g]

There's been a sad lack of Sims tag games lately so I decided to bring back one of my faves: 'Song tag - Couples Edition'! Rules: Simply pick one of your OC couples and choose the song that best represents their relationship. Then post the song on your Simblr with a screenshot of your couple. Post the lyrics too if you want, it's up to you! Send this ask to some of your mutuals who also have OCs, or tag them in your post! No obligation, just have fun if you decide to do it! 💖(Note: This is for when you're not busy!)

I don't like reusing pics, especially when I don't take many to begin with, but this will have to do for now. My couple is the one and only Kameron and Nadia Pierson, and the song I feel describes them perfectly is All of Me by John Legend.

Kam and Nadia are opposites in a lot of ways. Nadia can be hot and cold. Kameron keeps everything close to the vest while Nadia wants to talk it out. Their relationship has been a tug-of-war with heavy emphasis on war lol. But even through all of that, they still loved each other like crazy. We all know Nadia has been on a journey, but Kameron never pulled back or gave up on her. He's like the slow drip of water that erodes away rock and eventually forms canyons. He luh dat woman, sharp tongue, questionable morals, and all lol. And she loves him even though he annoys the crap out of her sometimes.

Another part of the song makes me think about Nadia and how much she gained when they got together. She had a full life before meeting Kameron. She enjoyed her career, had a nice house in the city, nice car, freedom, and a powerful, wealthy, problematic man who had a knack for expensive gifts. I'm sure she had some hater friends that thought she was giving up too much by moving in with a man who had a kid and worked nights, and then she eventually gave up her career to raise their children. Though she may have given up many physical things, she gained so many invaluable intangibles in return. "Even when I lose, I'm winning." And Kameron too! I'm sure there have been many times he's felt like he's losing this life game, especially when he's sleeping in another room (or she is), but he still wins because he found his person. It's a tough relationship, but he still finds beauty in it and finds it to be rewarding. He can see through all her masks and loves the woman behind them. They each could have found someone easier to deal with, but they stay together and fight because it's worth it. They balance each other out in some ways even though the scale is never completely at zero lol. Just like their opposites, they are strongly aligned in some areas, and those things unite them way more than the things that pull them apart.

When Kam and Nadia are involved, I can't not write an essay lol. The lyrics are under the cut.

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh

How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh Give me all of you, oh

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose, I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you

I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh

[miseryscrowned]

Six Song Soundtrack

Tagged by @dragonologist-phd, this is literally the perfect challenge tysm for the tag!

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

I have the habit to make playlist for some of my characters, these are from my Dardanos Playlist

Dardanos Soundtrack

1. You’ll Understand - Almah

« You’ll understand all this domain is something you will never tame, through all the slow incessant pain that then made you what you became! Just face your own terror and rise up again! »

As a young Dardanos is consumed by hatred for a world where he’s shunned and alone, the demon who made a deal with his parents before he was born comes to take him to the Hells, speaking these words.

2. One Man Army - Ensiferum

« I will take the lives, lives of my enemies, yet still this battle feels like a defeat to me. Death or victory only emptiness I feel. The spring of hope runs dry, because I'm already dead inside. »

Dardanos sees himself as a killing machine, he doesn’t think he’s capable of feeling hope, happiness or love, only self preservation.

3. Herboren in Vlammen - Heidevolk

« Ziet hen rennend over de heide, vlammend in schaamte voor het ontij dat hij verspreidde. Laat hem lijden en vervloek de dag dat hij de wereld dit onheil bracht. »

« See him running over the moor, burning in shame for the bad times he brought, let him suffer and curse the day that he brought this disaster to the world. »

Dardanos is seen by most in Goudenhaven as not only a murderer but a sort cursed evil demon and even a bad omen, someone who brings disaster, misfortune and death, a lot of this is due to his brutal methods and his trademark: arson.

4. Epilogue - Fleshgod Apocalypse

« I’ll touch your heart again, waken the cold lonely dreamer, I will illuminate your soul wounded by emptiness… »

« I had to face all this scorn, staining my own land with useless tears. Look, now I am too tired to fight and run away from this filling light. »

Saskia is a Stadsridder of the city of Goudenhaven who crossed paths with Dardanos multiple times, she’s able to see through all his defense mechanisms and believes that he’s capable of good. Dardanos on the other hand hides his feelings for her believing it to be a weakness and keeps running away from her.

5. Now We Die - Machine Head

« I need your help for I have knelt, held fist at skies and cried out, “why?” Your shoulder strength, it gives me length. We lift ourselves, together meld, so take my hand, and don't look back… »

The battle of the Black Sun: the city of Goudenhaven is being taken over by vampire cultists and the Stadsridder Saskia is close to giving up as she’s trying to help her injured mentor, Dardanos shows up and convinces her to fight together to save the city.

6. My Negation - Dark Tranquillity

« How can you see my face? What’s to become of me? The art of reduction, stripped down through what seems defendable, scaled to bare revisions to stop making sense, levelling pillars of towering fear… »

As the battle of the Black Sun comes to an end Dardanos finds that his own defense mechanism of anger, violence and fear is crumbling and he’s unsure of who he is underneath and who he will become without it.

~

It seems like I make everything about Dardanos lately, I can’t help it he’s one of my favorite ocs, I def projected a lot of myself onto him (namely my taste in music and my mental health) <3

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PLOTTER / SHIPPER

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1. PLATONIC

Write about your muse and their idea of friendship. Ex. how is your muse like around their friends? Do they make friends easily or do they find it difficult to connect with others?

Shez makes friends easily and isn't shy about talking to people. Her adoptive mother made her the one to go out and talk to people on their behalf, so Shez learned how to negotiate and foster good relationships with the people in village and down in town. She has natural charisma and a straightforward, easy-going nature that makes her seem approachable to many.

While Shez usually runs as a solo merc unattached to any company, she makes it a point to stay on good terms with most of the people she meets. A merc hired by the other side one day might end up being an ally on a future job, or an employer happy with her services might recommend her to their friends for work. Word of mouth is essential to getting your name out there, and so Shez considers networking an important part of her job.

3. ANTAGONISTIC

Write about your muse and the conflicts they have with other people. Ex: who are they on bad terms with, what kind of people do they not get along well with, how do they act around people they don’t like

People in general: Following up from the last section, Shez tries to stay on good terms with most people. You never know who you'll be working with in the future, so she's not keen on burning bridges. Even when it comes to a merc on the enemy side, at the end of the day a job is a job. Mercenaries and rank-and-file soldiers are just like her, hardworking people risking their lives for shit pay, and Shez knows it's better not to take it personally. She doesn't have a problem with killing them either; after all, a job is a job.

While Shez doesn't go out of her way to antagonize people, that doesn't make her conflict-averse. She is very comfortable with confronting others about things she doesn't like and telling them to knock it off. She just picks her fights carefully and tries to let difficult things roll off her back.

The Ashen Demon(s): Byleth is a very special case, as they were the one to cut down Captain Berling and her friends in Berling's Mercenaries. Because she was close with the other people in the company and had gotten used to the safety and stability of the group, having that taken away so suddenly on top of nearly dying herself is... a lot. Six months on Shez is still struggling with her grief, and the little gremlin in her skull telling her not to let it go, to get revenge, keeps the wound raw and festering. In Three Hopes she only sees Byleth again after the two year time skip so I'm excited to explore Shez's feelings on meeting them now during the academy phase!

3. ROMANTIC

Write about your muse and their relationship with romance. Ex. are they searching for love or not interested in it in the slightest, what’s their dating history like, how do they act around crushes, how would they treat their partner if they were in a relationship.

no time for dat. Shez lives fast and knows she'll likely die young, so she's not looking for a romantic partner. Flirting is fun, something she enjoys and would entertain from someone she's attracted to, but balks at the idea of a serious committed relationship.

4. CONNECTIONS

write about how our muses could connect with each other! ex. what does your muse like to do that other people would be involved in? do they have interests that other people might share?

Shez's current purpose in life is to get strong enough to defeat the Ashen Demon. She's also always down for a friendly fight or three, whether it's receiving a challenge or asking one of the professors for a spar. Her fighting style doesn't strictly adhere to any one school of thought, instead it's cobbled together from different moves she's picked up over her years as a merc. The way Shez fights is fast and a little reckless, always aiming to surprise the enemy and put them off balance just enough to overwhelm them. She even likes to get flashy during low stakes one-on-one fights with effortless spins and flourishes of her sword(s).

Shez's powers are still a mystery to her. She doesn't keep them secret and would actually welcome people to figure it out for her. The "shapeshifting" isn't something that she can do on her own easily, but being able to call a sword from thin air is very nifty.

While the Church is paying a stipend for her to be here, Shez hopes to continue her mercenary work on the side to keep her name from getting forgotten and also to build up a nice bit of savings before graduation. She will also accept jobs for your muses on a short-term basis provided that the pay is good.

Because Shez has spent much of her life broke as a joke, she's used to scrounging and scrimping to get by. Muses who have also had to rough it out will likely relate to her.

[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl-Chapter 8

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Words Count: 1,515

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

******

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Y/N woke up with a gasp. She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to grasp her surroundings. This is her apartment. Not in her repeated dream where she wants to hurt her father. 

"How did you get in here?"

"Tony gave me the passcode."

Y/N clenched her teeth and placed her hand on her chest.

"Why am I feeling so weak?"

"Here, drink this." Steve handed a glass of warm water. Feeling thirsty, Y/N brought the glass to her lips. She felt a slight relief as the water traveled down her throat. 

"Shouldn't we get her to the hospital?"

"We?" Y/N didn't notice that Tony was also in her room. He arranged the medical stuff back into the bag. "It will take an elephant tranquilizer to get her to the hospital."

"And I don't want Solomon to find out I'm weak." She was still weak, but her dizziness had disappeared. She only needs to take her medication and rest. 

Tony raised his voice. "Just once, Y/N!!! Please think about your health!!! Humans are vulnerable. Even though they have strong determination."

Steve agreed with what Tony just said. He thought a stubborn person like her had a strong mentality too. But it turned out he was wrong. She's weak while trying to be strong. 

He won't forget the struggle he went through to get here. 

-Flashback Starts-

Steve never ran this fast in his life because of his asthma. And when he arrived, the moment he opened her bedroom door, he saw her body shaking; all her fingers were stiff like a claw. She let out a painful growl. 

Steve immediately went to her side and slapped her cheek gently a few times. "Y/N, wake up."

But she won't budge. Tony did mention it would take a while until she woke up. He told Steve to watch her and ensure she didn't bite her tongue. 

Tony told him every time she goes to sleep, she always wears a watch that could alert him when she has a seizure or faints. That's how he found out. 

"Mom." Y/N raised her arm when her eyes were still closed. She dreams of reaching her mother. 

Steve decided to hold her hand. When he touches her hand, he finally takes a good look at her. 

He knows he is skinny, but compared to Y/N, she's thinner than him. He doesn't notice because she's always wearing clothes that hide her body figure. 

She's wearing a black tank top; he could see a trace of scars from her back to her fingers. 

It looks like she got into an accident. What happened to her? 

She seems to calm down after he holds her hands. The situation has calmed down. Steve looked around, and an open cabinet near her bed made him curious.

When he opened the desk, he was shocked by the amount of medicine bottles.

These are antidepressants, sedatives, sleeping pills, and these are…..

Because of his mother, he knew some medicines to relieve the pain. Sarah only takes one bottle if necessary because she doesn't want to depend on the medication. 

Steve turned to look at Y/N and then again at the medicines. He shook his head. If she depended on these pills, she could die. 

-Flashback End-

Y/N still closed her eyes. "What's today's date?"

"6th September."

"Ahh, that explains it." It’s the day she lost her mother. The panic attack always hit her on the same date. It seems like it has its calendar. 

Tony never let her be alone each year because he knew this would've happened. But he can't win arguing with her stubbornness. At least she wanted to wear the health watch he made specifically for her. 

She pulled out a cigarette and flipped it into her mouth. 

"Are you out of your mind?" Steve grabbed the cigarette from her hands and threw it into the trash bin. "You just had a seizure, and you want to smoke?"

Tony widened his eyes, he was surprised by Steve being frank towards Y/N, and she was not mad. 

"Steve, come here for a second?"

Steve left Y/N's room and saw Tony take alcohol from the kitchen cabinet. He poured the gold-brown clear liquid into a glass. After Tony gulped the drink into his throat, he felt refreshed. 

"Thank you for helping." 

Steve shrugged his shoulders. "It's nothing." 

"Can I ask you a favor to stay here to watch over her?"

Steve gasped. "Both of you ask a ridiculous request?"

"What?"

"Don't you know she blackmailed me?"

"Oh I know."

Steve couldn't believe it; this man let her do criminal work. "You didn't scold her? Tell her it was wrong. I've got nothing. I have no money or connection. And you want me to babysit her?"

Tony tapped his finger on the table. He knew everything and ensured Y/N didn’t go out of the line."What if I gave you an offer?"

Steve closed his arms. Is Tony going to give him a ridiculous offer like Y/N? 

"While you stay here, I will send a team to redecorate your apartment so when your mother is discharged from the hospital, she will be happy with the surprise."

Well, that's a good offer. "You're doing all of this because of her?"

"I understand you're angry with Y/N. But to me, it doesn't matter as long as it makes her busy and distracts her."

"Is it related to the medicines?"

Tony raised his eyebrows. "You knew?” He sighed heavily and poured another drink. “The scariest person in this life is a person who is not afraid to lose everything."

"Lose everything? Does it mean?"

"She's suicidal."

Steve scratched his head, 'Geez, Y/N, that's fucked up.'

"After losing my parents, Y/N became my only family even though we're not blood-related. I can't imagine what would happen if I lost her too."

Tony raised one finger. "If you can't stand to live with her for one week, I will bring her back to my house. Even though I know it's useless since Y/N will always return to this apartment."

"Fine. One week."

"Great." Tony clapped his hands. This Steve kid is a good person. It's too bad Y/N blackmailed him. Because even if the university found Steve's 'other artworks,' it doesn't matter. He won't get kicked out. Tony read the report of Steve's. This kid is having financial trouble and is the only breadwinner in his family. 

He hoped Y/N would be friendly with Steve. He's a good kid.

"And I apologized on her name the way she treated you. She used to be gentle and nice, but since the accident, the doctor diagnosed her lack of empathy."

"What happened to her?" 

"At nine years old, a glass cabinet fell on her, making her lose a lot of blood and the ability to play piano. She found out Solomon people left her alone for 2 hours before they brought her to the hospital."

Steve put his hand on his chest. Y/N is the meanest person he ever knew, but his heart felt the pain of what she went through. 

Steve looked around her apartment while Tony talked to Y/N. 

Then he moved closer to the window. He noticed the building across the street was the same apartment he used to live in when his father was still in business. 

He didn't play around with other children because of his asthma. So, he spends his free time drawing. 

He always draws at 3 p.m. near the window because of another reason. That is why he always heard a piano playing across the streets at that time. From his apartment, he could see it was a girl the same age as him playing the piano. 

This is the same building, the same floor, but where's the piano?

He shrugged his shoulders. It's impossible Y/N is the same girl. 

Steve is a man with manners and always asks for permission, but tonight his curiosity killed his manners. He opened the other room, and there it was, the same piano he used to see from his window. 

Oh, my days. Y/N is the same kid. 

"Urgh," Steve's mind suddenly remembered the scene of a man pushing down a woman in this apartment. Steve saw it one night, he got scared and called Sarah for help. 

The police came after his mother made a call. The man went down with the officers. Sarah told him what happened was domestic abuse. From what Steve had learned, people must be Y/N parents. 

Then everything became clear to Steve. She didn’t choose him just because of his artwork, and she knew him beforehand because he’s family is the victim of her father. 

Steve walks into her room again. She is still talking with Tony. 

Y/N tilted her head. “You’re still here?”

“I want to join.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows; she felt something different from him. “What are you talking about?” 

“Let me join your revenge to bring down Solomon.”

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[theverumproject]

20 Questions for 20 Writers

Interesting name, cuz there are only 10, lol.

Thanks for the tag @willtheweaver  

1. Is writing a way of life?

It's one of the top three things that keep me alive, so I'd say yes.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?

How could I write if I didn't make notes? I gotta get this shit out on paper or my brain's gonna delete it.

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

Science 

4. Which is worse? Someone you “idolize” reading your first draft, or listening to you sing?

I think I'd be more horrified if somebody heard me sing. If a person who I idolize read my first draft, they could tell me what they think.

5.Has writing from someone else’s POV changed your own perspective?

No, not really.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?

AO3, but I'm most active here. But I don't publish my works here.

7.AO3 word count and are you satisfied with it?

My word count for the entirety of the Verum series is 43'285 words. (Holy shit! That's already a small novel!) But until now, I have only The Awakening published on AO3, which is only a bit more than 16’000 words long.

8. What movie/book/ fic gripped you irrevocably?

Interstellar! Fuck I love that movie!!!

There are so many great fics out there, I can't even remember which one's are my favourites.

There's also one book that comes to mind; it was an autobiography by an African woman, I don't remember what it was called, but I think it had a flower in the title. I read the entire thing in a day, because I had to return it the next day. (Yup, I had only one day to read an entire fucking book)

9. What is the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it?

If somebody would start hyperfixating on a character/book. Do I count? Cuz I do.

10. What defines your writing style?

Uhmmm… It nod dat gud…

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