#who let that blonde little bastard get such a grip on me

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

3/10 Coda "Rex" Morelli

(minor gore, descriptions of blood)

A few months into the never-ending hazing ritual Coda called the Shadow Company, he was on a hot streak. Graves had taken up the mantle of sparring with him, training him, all of it — it was better for him over the Shadows, who never quite pushed him to the limits. They didn’t want to break him, not that he really wanted to either, but he wasn’t scared to in order to get results.

Coda looked up at him as they got up off the mat, clutching a combat knife in hand. This week was a non-stop run of knife training, the only thing he truly seemed to struggle with. It was the timing maybe, or the sharp edge of the blade, but he couldn’t quite get it down.

“Remember, Coda, this isn’t just about survival. It’s about provin’ your worth t’me, okay?” His tone was oddly gentle, soft even as he watched him clamber up to his feet again, boots planted firmly on the mat.

Coda nodded and looked down at the blade in hand, momentarily catching a glimpse of his reflection in it — pleasantly surprised to see that the small cut he had given him on his cheek wasn’t bleeding. He was really pushing them, though, and they were confused. How do you essentially imprison and beat the hell out of someone, and then hand them a knife and not expect them to hurt you? Maybe that’s what he wanted — Coda to push harder, go for a wound instead of just letting him walk away.

“So…you really want me to go for it? You trust me like that, to come at you with a knife full force — prove myself?”

“Trust, darlin’, is a delicate thing.” Graves’ tone was low, dark and practically unreadable. He was a mysterious sort of guy, they had gotten used to that. “Make no mistake, sweetheart, this ain’t about trust. It’s about testin’ your mettle, pushin’ you to the limit until you can show me just what you’re worth to Shadow Company.”

“So you’re sayin’ you trust me not to kill you?”

“I’m sayin’ you should just put your money where your mouth is and actually fight, soldier.”

Fucking prick.

They fought again and again, every time he nicked them with the blade or sliced a slit in their shirt he learned something — the way he moved, the tells that gave it away over time. The goal in mind was to get as close to killing him as possible without actually doing it, to show him that they were capable of besting someone nearly twice their size in physical combat.

Eventually, after a grueling hour of attempts, Coda had him right where they wanted him. Unconsciously they flipped the blade in the air mid-fight, catching it by the blade so that they could press the hilt into his stomach. It cut into their palm slightly, drawing blood, but it didn’t bug them much with the thrill of a win coursing through their veins.

“Better,” They breathed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction. “Much…much better.”

“Better indeed.” He laughed, a deep gravelly tone, looking down at the way they were just casually gripping a serrated blade. He reached out and removed their hand from the blade, turning it around so they eere holding the hilt again. “Try not to maim yourself next time, though, darlin’.”

“No promises.” Coda replied, stepping back slightly as they inspected the cuts on their palm. A problem for much later. “I don’t get why you keep callin’ me that. Your dear or your darlin’.”

“My dear, my darling,” He repeats them, his words dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “Terms of endearment, don’t read too much into it.”

“Just thought that terms of endearment were for those you care about, that’s all.” They replied as they began the ever-dangerous dance of a knife fight once again. Carefully dodging his swipes and grabs, his blade never quite finding their flesh. Maybe they were getting cocky, maybe they were just distracted by something — but the searing hot pain of a knife slicing into their arm brought them back to reality. Stupidly, they’d tried to block with their dominant arm, something he didn’t account for since it’d be ridiculous to try and block with the hand holding the knife. Their blade clattered to the floor as they looked on with abject horror, a massive slice dug through the flesh of their forearm.

“Oh — oh, fuck.” Coda stared. “Y-Yeah, that’ll…that’ll do it.” They stuttered as they watched the blood trickle down their wrist, pattering into the mat beneath their boots. He didn’t know what to do. Stop and tend to the wound or pick the knife up and keep going. Their gaze shifted to Graves, to the knife, and then back to the bloody mess on their forearm. He only watched as they bled, the sight of the crimson liquid sending a surge of conflicting emotions through him.

“Damnit, Coda.” He huffed, his voice laced with a rare hint of genuine concern. “You need to be smarter than that.”

He stepped closer, gaze fixated on their arm, the blood pooling and trickling down. A part of him urges him to stop, tend to the wound, ensure she’s okay. Another part of him, the winning part, reveled in the chaos of forcing her to continue past their own limits. Break that bright-eyed demeanor right out of them like a wild horse.

“Get up.” He commanded, picking the knife up and holding it out to them. “Finish what you started.”

The heartbreaking whimper that came out of them would’ve stopped anyone else. Not him. Their fingers clasped over the torn skin of their arm in some sad attempt to stop the bleeding. They went to make a smart comment but all that came out was an apology.

“I’m sorry.”

He cut them, and they were apologizing.

Coda looked at the blade for a moment before they ripped at the sleeve of their shirt, using the piece of fabric to half-ass tie it around the gash, blood darkening the fabric in seconds. They were beyond dizzy, but they took the knife back, despite the way their hands were shaking violently. They would not see it, but the way they struggled with teary eyes and trembling hands — it tugged at something deep inside of Graves. They were like a scared animal, teeth bared out of terror, not rage.

Coda swallowed their fear and raised their blade up to him, but it was no use. His movements were erratic and exhausted, unsteady despite his best efforts. Their mind was clouded with too many thoughts — both the pain and the genuine fear seeded in their mind making it difficult to worry about fighting back.

His blade met Coda’s throat once again but he didn’t cut, just like the many times before. He had won. They knew he would, he probably saw it coming as well. Their hand dropped the blade as soon as they were sure he had taken his victory and they looked down to see the thick layer of blood coating their hand.

“I-I’m so-sorry again, I-I’ll — I’ll do be-better next time.” Coda was not sure why they were apologizing but he was, even as he crumpled to the floor, clutching the aching wound. “Sorry for — fuck — for bleeding on th-the mat.”

“Coda,” He says, kneeling down to meet their gaze, “Stop apologizing.” He reaches out, watching as they sort of jerk away at first out of fear, but then allows him to grasp their arm. It was almost like he genuinely felt bad about cutting them, like it wasn’t the intention despite the fact he had nicked them before without remorse. After a moment he left their side to grab a medkit from the side of the room, something they kept just in case of accidents, and he knelt back before them with a bandage in hand. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold the wound shut until he could get the medic to look at it.

“Th-Thank you…” Coda said softly as he bandaged the wound, soft winces escaping them as it sincerely hurt worse than anything he had ever felt. Their gaze flicked up from the cut to him, cobalt blue eyes fixed on their arm with careful intent.

“I’ll take you to Bones tomorrow.” Graves replies. “Medic.”

They weren’t sure if they had proved themselves or not, but getting to see a real medic must mean something. He went to stand up when he finished but he nearly fell right back down, vision going dark the second he went vertical again. “Fuckin’ hell…can — can you…h-help me walk me back? I-I can’t see straight.”

Graves looked unamused, and like he almost would rather leave him there than help him back. He got himself in this mess, he should walk back to the barracks himself. By his side, of course, he still didn’t let him wander — but on his own.

“M’sorry, m’just a whole fuckin’ problem, aren’t I?” Coda realized he probably wasn’t going to help him and tried to stand again, truly shocked when they looked up and saw him holding a hand out to them.

“You’re a fucking problem, yes, but you’re my fucking problem, and I don’t let problems go unresolved.” His touch was firm and cold as he took their hand, pulling them up to their feet. Maybe it lingered longer than it needed to, but he’d chalk it up to asserting dominance if they pestered him about it. “Lean on me. I won’t let you fall.”

If they weren’t lightheaded before, they were now.

He spoke to them like they were human just then, like they were more than the dirt on his boots, than an inconvenience.

Lean on me, I won’t let you fall.

It repeated over and over in their mind as he helped them back to the barracks, a sense of comfort washing over them as he sat them down on the edge of the bed.

“Get some rest.”

“I-I will — thank you.” Coda replied softly as he left, the room oddly silent. A few Shadows were asleep, a few were just sort of around, but nobody bothered them even seeing them covered in their own blood. Coda thought for a long while before they peeled themselves out of their blood stained clothes and pulled on a fresh shirt and sweats before coiling up in bed. The mattress squeaked under them, but it was a great comfort to just lay down.

It was silent in the barracks before they let themselves feel anything, but when they did, it hit them hard. Tears cut down his cheeks, all warm and salty, soft sobs choking out as he clutched the frumpy pillow to his chest. His wrist hurt terribly but not bad enough to elicit tears, no, this was all emotional.

He had been captured, interrogated, and then forced into subhuman treatment by a man he despised only to get stabbed by that same man and they apologized. His small frame trembled as he sobbed, eventually succumbing to the pain and exhaustion and passing out. He had grown so used to him in such a short time and yet he hated him so deeply. It was like breathing in air that was sure to kill him eventually, but he needed it all the same.

Graves was making him regret choosing to comply, that was for God damn sure. Being in a pine-box sounded peachy in comparison to this feeling of unwantedness, of inconvenience, of constant rejection from the only thing he really wanted.

It sat wrong with Coda that he wanted to belong here, to have Graves' approval.

Why did he care what that bastard thought?

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@simonrriley

[snoringkitty1]

Aventurine boyfriend Headcanons

TW: Fluff, not proofread, Mildly suggestive content. Enjoy <3

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Aventurine at the beginning of your relationship is a flirty bastard, he'll tease you to high hell and leave you high and dry for his own amusement.

There is 0 initial affection, he's only in it for his entertainment or because he has something to gamble or get from you.

Kisses you with his eyes open, atleast at the start.

But gradually, when you realizes you won't be leaving because of his lack of effort, he might just soften up and start to let his guard down a little.

Though of course this is after a while, but you'll start to see the more vulnerable and faint side to him.

He'll become more affectionate gradually the more he begins to trust you with his feelings, though, it still might take a while. Patience is key.

He's still flirty no doubt, but now there's actually feelings and meaning to his words, and they aren't bluffs anymore.

His sense of fashion may or may not rub off on you..aka he forces you to wear matching clothes, it makes him feel special.

"Do i really need to where this..? Matching outfits are so tacky." You grumbled and adjusted the hat on your head before sighing and taking it off, running your fingers along the rim and raising a brow. "Well, you don't need to, but i would love you more if you did." He joked and fixed a few details on your jacket before taking the hat from your hands and setting it on your head. "You don't love me enough already?" You pouted and looked up at him. He smiled and shook his head, pulling you close for a kiss, his hands holding tight onto your waist as he trapped you in a kiss. "I love you~" He cooed softly and leaned back, "Some matching clothes won't change that." he assured and rubbed your cheek before stepping back and putting his hands in his pockets, "now~ shall we?"

The king of shopping dates, if you don't like shopping though, then the two of you will probably be having at home dates most of the time.

But don't think for a second he isn't buying the most delectable (and expensive) food he can find, because to him, if its clothes, food, hair, nails, you name it. He thinks you're a worthy investment (he just likes to spend money on you.)

Speaking of giving presents, thats simply his love language, because i reckon he feels like if he gives enough, then he won't have to worry about you leaving him.

That being said, he'll need a bunch of reassurance to stop giving random super expensive presents. He'll still give you some regardless but he'll tone it down significantly.

He comes off as the kind of guy who only gives or takes longer kisses, to me atleast.

He might use this to his advantage if he perhaps gets jealous, which i think happens pretty often.

But i think there's also a chance of him just absolutely demolishing you once you two are home behind closed doors.

Switch energy, but can and will top when he feels like it.

He'll let you decide the pace though, he doesn't want intimate moments to feel transactional.

Afterwards, i Dunno i feel like he'd just fall asleep with you, then take of you the next morning.

You rolled away onto your stomach..or tried to, the tight grip of a certain blonde kept you from moving too far away. When you let out an uncomfortable grunt though, Aventurine was quick to let go and sit up to check on you. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, smiling a little before closing them again, "I'm fine, i'm fine.." you mumbled softly, but that didn't deter him. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before getting up, you opened your eyes and sat up on your elbows to watch him, he disappeared into the closet briefly and returned with one of his shirts. "Here you go Darling~" he cooed softly and held the shirt out from you, his messy bed head framed his face nicely. "ah..thank you-" you smiled and put it on before flopping back again. "Anything else i can get you? I can order food, or make bre-" He paused when you pulled him close all of a sudden. "Just cuddle with me for a little bit.." You muttered softly, and He nodded, pulling you close again..and like that, you two were cozy and asleep in minutes.

Thanks for reading.

[rikosseen]

Lookism x Reader: Family

Anon ask | ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim

You let out an exasperated groan, slapping your forehead as your mischievous little Goo pulls down his father’s pants, cackling like a villain in the making. Your husband screeches in indignation and, without missing a beat, turns the child upside down by his ankle.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” he screams, dangling his pint-sized doppelgänger like a ragdoll.

“Joongoo, put him down,” you command, unimpressed.

The blonde man glares at you, but instead of complying, he only tightens his grip.

“Joongoo,” you repeat, tone sharper now.

With a dramatic huff and a self-important scoff, he begrudgingly sets the child down. Your son immediately runs to you, giggling and sticking out his tongue at his father. Goo scowls, feeling betrayed, and pulls his pants back up, glaring at you as though you are the one at fault here.

.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Jonggoo sniffles, a pitiful, wounded expression on his face.

You glance at him, utterly baffled. “What are you on about now?”

“That! That thing! You love him more than me! This is favouritism!” he howls, pointing an accusatory finger at the innocent child. Your son, completely unfazed, is happily waving around a small figurine, blissfully unaware of his father’s melodramatic tantrum.

The moment Goo spots the figurine, his face pales, and he springs forward, clearly horrified by the sight of it being in the hands of another. You exhale a long, resigned sigh, one that mixes both pain and mild amusement, as you watch your husband wrestle with the tiny tyrant. If Goo wasn’t already a source of constant chaos, now you have a pint-sized clone of him who, if anything, is even more devilish. And, as Goo himself has pointed out, it’s you who clearly favours this miniature menace.

You can’t help but smile as you sit back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of Jonggoo Kim being completely outwitted by his own child. It’s moments like this that make life so much more amusing. Who could possibly complain?

Jake is absolutely thrilled to have a little version of himself running around the streets of Big Deal. It fills him with such pride, it almost brings a tear to his eye whenever she helps out at the shop, or when she eagerly volunteers for something even slightly daring. Every time he watches her, he’s convinced that you two should have another. Maybe even enough to form a soccer team—though he’s not ruling out a whole army of little ones, just in case.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, but turn him down, mostly because you can’t help but adore the way Jake pouts when he doesn’t get his way. He’s so genuine, so open with his feelings—it’s impossible not to find it completely endearing. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve just makes you smile.

.

As you continue chopping garlic, you feel Jake’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace from behind. Your body relaxes, and your features soften even more at the contact. A weight tugs at Jake’s leg, and the two of you look down to see your little ray of sunshine, your sweet bundle of joy, brightening up the morning. Jake lifts her up with a grin, showering her with kisses, and you hurry to wash your hands so you can join the fun.

Your daughter giggles and squirms in his arms, trying to wriggle free as she laughs, “Daddy, stop it!” She hiccups in between laughs, but Jake just grins even wider, continuing his gentle attack of tickles and kisses. The whole house is filled with laughter, the kind that makes your heart feel so full, you think it might burst from happiness.

As you finish drying your hands, you glance over at the father-daughter duo, both of them smiling so brightly, wrapped in their own little bubble of joy. Watching them together, you realise that even though money may be tight and life isn’t always perfect, this little family of yours is everything you could ever need. That kind of love and happiness? It’s truly priceless. You can’t help but smile, thinking: who could possibly complain about something this perfect?

[sanjifucker42069]

Calm Him Down- Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of Sora Vinsmoke. Sanji has a panic attack. First ever hurt/comfort lmao, so there's that. Slight OOC as Sanji kinda breaks down, letting people in without costing an arm and a leg, the stubborn bastard. Reader's gender is not specified, but you do sleep in the women's quarters, which like, look at the gender ratio on the Sunny. There's heaps more room in the women's quarters, makes sense to chuck you there. 

It's up to you how you read their relationship here. In my mind they're close friends pining for each other, but it could easily be read as platonic or established relationship.

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It was a peaceful day on the Sunny; the seabirds were squawking, the ocean lapped at the boat lazily, and Zoro and Sanji were arguing. Go figure. Your eyebrow twitched, where you say at the kitchen table giving you perfect access to the argument. You don't even remember how it started, probably something banal. Beside you, Chopper was reading a book, fully immersed in its pages. You tried tuning out most of the fight.

"You're lucky I don't come over there and kick the shit out of you. I've had enough of your disgraceful behaviour." Sanji growled.

Zoro regarded the blonde with a sneer. “What shit-cook, you gonna cry to mummy about it?”

CRASH. SLAM. 

You whipped your head to the kitchen, seeing Sanji staring down the swordsman with barely-contained fury. Blood turning to ice, your breath hitched. You’d never seen the sweet cook look so murderous. There was a fire in his eyes that broke your heart, like it was a glimpse to the true man underneath. You swear you could catch a hint of vulnerability, but he was stamping that down, waves of violent palpable pain rolling off him.

“You know nothing about my mother, so shut the fuck up.”

The silence that flooded the room was suffocating. You flinched, physically feeling how all warmth was sucked from the air. Sanji growled, deep and furious.

“Get the fuck out of my kitchen. All of you.”

“Hey, I didn’t me-” Zoro started weakly.

“Sanji.” You breathed.

“Get. out.” The snarl that rewarded you knocked the wind out of you. Wordlessly you collected Chopper, taking him by the hand and helping him out of his seat. The reindeer looked shocked, tears threatening to spill. You rubbed small circles into the fur above his hoof with your thumb. Sparing him one last glance, you grabbed Zoro by the ear with your free hand, dragging the hissing man. If you purposefully pinched hard, then who was to say. Surreptitiously you flicked your eyes to the cook, but Sanji had his back to you, arms bracing the kitchen counter. His hands were clutching the wood in a vice-like grip, none too gentle. You sighed, hauling the two out of the galley. Softly, you let go of Chopper’s hand and pulled the heavy door closed. Your fingers pinched Zoro’s ear hard one last time, before releasing. 

Before the swordsman could open his mouth, you shushed him. “I know. I know, okay, there’s no way any of us could’ve known. Just. Go cool down. It does no good, us being here.”

Zoro’s lips thinned into a blank stare. He muttered out a simple “Yeah,” before turning and leaving the immediate area. With a small nod you crouched down to the small doctor, cradling his little face.

“Hey Chop? It’s okay, okay? He’s gonna be okay. Do you think you could tell the others to stay clear of the kitchen for a while? Maybe you could make something to calm him down?” It was imperative you kept Chopper busy. The cute boy nodded, sniffing back his tears. You ruffled his hat against his head. “There’s our doctor! Thank you sweetheart.”

Once the small reindeer had left you leant against the door, heart breaking. In all your time as a crew, from Merry to Sunny, you had never seen Sanji so upset. Yeah, the man had a temper, but not a severe temper. Sanji could always be calmed down or diverted. It was clear. He was hurt. When you thought about it, you don’t think you’d ever heard Sanji talk about his family. You sat there in silence for a few moments before you heard it.

Tears?

No, fuck that. You don’t care if he banned you all from the kitchen, you weren’t going to let him cry alone. As quiet as you could, you crept back into the galley. Sanji was nowhere to be seen. Impossible. You’d heard him. 

“Sanji?” You asked quietly. 

The silence of the kitchen was unsettling. You weren’t imagining it, there was an almost imperceivable sniffle. The room felt suffocating, hurt and panic strangling the air. You began inspecting the room, making your way to the kitchen island. That’s when you heard it, a small voice, deep and rasping, but trying so hard to not be heard.

“Please go away.”

Oh.

You peered over the kitchen island to find him. Sanji was curled inwards, sitting on the ground. His knees were drawn to his chest, head lowered. He looked utterly defeated, slightly shaking as he held back tears. Before your brain could even process you had rounded the island at a rate of knots, sliding to a crouch. You held your hands out like you were trying not to startle him. Sanji flinched at hearing you, no, feeling you so close.

“I said go away.”

“I’m not leaving you Sanji.” 

“Go. Away.” The mumble that escaped his crying form broke you. 

“You would have to kill me for me to leave. Come here.” Sanji ignored you, his arms cradling his own body. A sigh broke its way out of your chest. He looked so small, like a boy trying hard to be brave. The shaking increased in frequency with your words. You couldn’t let him suffer like this alone. “I’m sorry Sanji, but I’m not leaving.”

The man jumped as if electrocuted when you wrapped your arms around him. You took advantage of his surprise, pulling his head against your chest. Sanji struggled, trying to distance himself, but you latched harder. The push and pull continued for a while, until you heard Sanji sigh shakily. He went limp, allowing you to pull him to you, one hand smoothing his hair, the other clinging to his back.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, just let me be here for you.”

That did it. Sanji grabbed at you, wrapping his hands around your back, crushing you. It was a desperate attempt, clumsy and clawing, clear the man was upset. You grunted quietly at the pressure, trying not to startle him. It was quickly apparent you didn’t have to worry about making a noise, as you felt your shirt become damp with tears, Sanji desperately trying to cry quietly. You knew what Sanji was like. It would scare him off if you acknowledged his tears. All you could do was try comforting him, rubbing his back and kissing his hair.

“She’s dead.”

Your breath hitched. No wonder he reacted the way he did. You tried to not feel furious with Zoro, he didn't know, but the anger was still there. Soft sobs permeated the air, each sound chipping at your heart.

"Oh Ji." You sighed, hugging him even harder. He'd have to suffocate soon with how tight you held him, but you noted how he clung to you, as if he was afraid you'd disappear. Sanji's words were clipped and shaky.

"Died when I was a kid. My fault she died, was too weak."

Shock invaded your senses, a freezing feeling travelling through your veins. You weren't sure what he meant, but you knew in your bones there was no way that was right. Sanji always struck you as a sensitive individual, all the more to cement your belief that he wasn't at fault for whatever he was thinking. "No honey, no, that's not true."

“I miss her.” Sanji’s voice was hoarse.

“I know.” You cooed softly, delicately carding your fingers through his hair. "She must have been an amazing woman if she birthed such a wonderful son."

That was the wrong move. It was like a dam burst. Sanji began crying hard, torn between seeking your comfort and escaping. You felt the tendrils of panic surfacing as you watched him struggle to breathe between sobs. Sanji's heart rate picking up, he began shaking in your arms. You watched horrified as he tried to downplay it and seem unaffected, but you knew better.

"Oh, fuck. Ji? Sanji? I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, okay?"

Your attempt failed, and you felt Sanji pull away. Shit. Shit, he was having a panic attack. It shattered your heart as you watched him hyperventilate, unable to calm down. Without thinking you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to stare at you.

"Sanji. Honey. Its going to be okay. Breathe with me, okay? In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Try with me. Good." You coached him through, trying to encourage deeper breaths. Sanji's visible eye was bloodshot and frantic, eye flitting between your facial features. You noted his eye was not focused on anything in particular, he seemed distant. His nose was red, no doubt sore from sniffling. Shaky breaths escaped him, and you tried desperately to seem calm. "Eyes on me. Breathe. You're okay, you're here on the Sunny. We're here. You're doing good baby."

Breathe. 

Breathe with me.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Sanji crumpled against you once his breathing was finally steady. You cradled him, rocking the two of you gently. You were certain Sanji would prefer to just exist in the silence, but you couldn't help the word vomit that escaped.

"You don't have to go through this alone Sanji. You have us, you have Zeff and the Baratie. You have Nami, and Robin, and Luffy. Usopp, Brook, Franky, Chopper. Fuck even Zoro!" You were rambling, tears of your own escaping. "And me. I'll always be here if you feel overwhelmed. You can't get rid of us Sanji. We love you."

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why waste your time?"

Sanji froze as you tilted his chin up to stare at him. You eyes were serious and vulnerable. "Time spent with you is never wasted. You are capable of being loved, and I'll be damned if I let you think otherwise."

You watched as Sanji stuttered out a shaky sigh.

"Your mum would be proud of you Sanji." Anxious, you continued. Sanji's breath hitched. "I'm sure she'd see the man I see before me; who's kind beyond a fault, who is sweet and sensitive. Who can cook the most mouthwatering dishes, who protects and cares for those around him. You're a good person Sanji. You need to let yourself believe that."

You were rewarded with a teary smile, one not reaching the eyes. Sanji looked tired, dark under eyes and pale skin. With a smile back, you gestured to get up. The quizzical look he gave you warming your heart.

"C'mon. I'll kick the girls out for a couple hours. You look exhausted, come take a nap with me."

"Oh, no I couldn't. I need to finish making dinner, a-and it wouldn't be right for me to-mmph." 

You silenced him with a gentle finger to his lips. "We're mostly adults Ji. One night of subpar food from Usopp's cooking is not going to kill us. Now c'mon."

Sanji let you lead him to the girl's quarters, specifically your bed. He watched where your hand held his, it looked like they were made for each other. In any other circumstance he'd blush and coo over the display, but right now he felt beyond exhausted, a weariness deep in his bones. He weakly protested as you took off his jacket.

"Get comfy. I'll be right back." Your voice was quiet and warm. Sanji wanted to melt. Instead, he nodded and sat down on your bed. In another situation, he might squeal and bury himself in your scent, or be embarrassed at how in charge you were. Instead, he removed his shoes, placing them neatly on the floor near your bed. He sat there awkwardly, eyelids heavy from tiredness and crying. 

The door squeaked back open. 

"Got you some water and some painkillers. I know I always get a wicked headache after I cry." Sanji gratefully took the pills, knocking it back with the full glass. He didn't realise how parched he was. Slipping your shoes off, you crawled behind him, making yourself comfortable. Sanji could see you spread out on the small bed out of the corner of his eyes. He watched you spread your arms out.

Wordlessly the lanky man laid down next to you, shuffling into your warm embrace. Sanji lightly startled when you pulled the blanket over the two of you, before you closed your arms, hugging him gently. The feeling of your hand back in his hair was comforting, so too was the small humming of Binks' Sake, lulling him gently to sleep. Before he could pass out he nuzzled against you.

"Thank you (name)."

"Anytime Sanji. Get some sleep."

And sleep he did, soon drifting off in your arms. Once you made sure he was fully asleep you frowned. Poor man. He really didn't know how precious he was. His soft snores rewarded you, and you felt your own lids get heavy. You couldn't help it, and so, cradling your own treasure, you fell asleep tangled around him.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Union

I could feel techno blue eyes on me as I typed. Cold and ever watching. That color had once been called "ice" or "glacier" blue, I think. It certainly fit. They certainly had exactly the warmth of Antarctica in your birthday suit. I just couldn't figure out... what tipped them off? I'd been so CAREFUL.

A manager's "assistant" came by. The 'droid perfectly composed. They all were. Always. Like they'd stepped straight from a fashion line up. No messy, nasty, biological functions to get in the way, I guess. No fluids or foods. All the time in the world to maintain their appearance. Wish I could do the same.

The "assistant" was basically my ACTUAL manager. Didn't get paid. No, no, THAT was for my asshole boss. He swanned in from time to time to yell at us. Show off what new thing he'd bought. He left the tedious WORK to his 'Droid "assistant".

I would feel bad... DID feel bad, kinda, if it weren't for the fact they were consuming our lives.

'Droids were EVERYWHERE.

You couldn't SNEEZE without tripping over five and landing on ten more. Some ASSHOLE had decided? Hey! Let's deregulate Droid production! Cheap work force! Because of course they did. That's what Capitalism DOES. Make the most money, spend the least you can, fuck the rest.

I smile, polite as I can, at my 'droid manager. This one pale and blonde. Their techno blue eyes stare and stare and stare. I hate it. They ALL have them. It's one part regulation and one part the materials used, I think. But there is no mistaking those eyes for anything human. They don't reflect right.

I get back to work.

Above our cubicles, on catwalks, there is the gentle tap of 'droid "security" guards. You know, in case some rando tries to attack a mid-level nobody technology company. Riiiiiight. We ALL know why they're there. And it's fucking dystopian. We? Are being WATCHED. To see if we're being GOOD little employees.

It's intimidation. And I? I won't stand for it. Nor will the other organizers. There are LAWS, you bastards. And with a union? Maybe... just maybe? We get through this droid boom together. See what the brave new world on the other side looks like. Who knows.

That is... if I don't get fired first. Or fucking murdered in a stairwell.

Cause one of the 'droids up there? Yeah. Yeah, they're NOT MOVING. Just... just STANDING THERE. Watching. Leaning against the railing. Out in the open like that's not DEEPLY creepy. What's worse? Is, that? THAT is the Command 'Droid. Some fancy "Alpha" class command edition. Meant to control a networks worth of droids.

Didn't even know our company could AFFORD one of those. He's beautiful. Could be a knock-off. But if he's LEGIT? Then... what EXACTLY are we MAKING here? That we can AFFORD that? Cause that money sure as shit isn't going into SALARIES. Has to be either knock-off or second-hand. They COULD be cutting costs by getting prototypes, but what sort of PSYCHOPATHS would risk...

Oh, who am I kidding? The kind I work for.

That's EXACTLY what they did, isn't it?

I reach for my water bottle. Try to think. Strictly speaking? I make a habit of NOT paying attention to 'droid commercials an' advertisements. Some part of me... Look, they go on and ON about advancement in AI's right? How REAL they've become? How ADVANCED and BETTER then the competition their "product" is? And all I can hear is "slavery, slavery, buy our shit, slavery"!

Disgusting.

It makes me sick. I fucking HATE 'droids. Hate what they represent. What they make POSSIBLE. What they've DONE to the morality of the people around me.

Hate... hate that they're the victims, too.

My grip is white knuckled. I breathe through the grief and rage that has become so familiar. God... I so fucking angry. So fucking tired. I want to burn those rich bastards pretty little mansions down, with them STILL INSIDE. Riot in the streets. Cry maybe. Instead, I put my water bottle down and get back to work. It's a rather pointless bit of data crunching. A 'droid could do it in nanoseconds.

Above... he's still fucking watching.

Hasn't moved.

I don't think he's blinked.

He's not even TRYING to mimic a human. The others are. And... the though trails off. I feel my finger slow in their typing. Not STOP, never stop, that would draw attention to me, but... slow. A thought stuck, churning clunky and unwieldy, in my head.

If I trace the edges? The LINE-UP? Of all the 'droids "employed" at our company? And consider them not from a "cheap bastards" angle but a "test ground for prototypes" angle? Suddenly EVERYTHING clicks together. The ridiculous amount of money Management has, that no contract could possibly be pulling in. Bizarrely beautiful, indeed even MODEL-like, secretary 'droids. The freakishly militant "security" gaurds.

We're being used as guinea pigs.

Mother FUCKER.

Sudden movement in my peripheral vision. Like a bird of prey finally diving for it's dinner, swift and deadly. A brilliant crisp white and the clink of delicate silver chains. I jolt. Violently. Instincts misfiring as I try to stand, dodge, cry out, and possibly take a swing at him, all at once. Instead my water bottle goes spraying across my desk. Papers flying. My legs tangled painfully in my rolling chair as I fall backwards from my half rise.

"Employee 71182." His hand has shot out, grab me by the shirt. My officewear bunched in a fist that very well might be steel, under that synthetic skin. "You've been distracted. Interesting thoughts you'd like to share?"

I keep my mouth fucking SHUT. Shake my head. Grabbing both my desk and the arm that is all but holding me airborne, stretching the hell out of my clothes. This close? I can see he has piercings. Across the bridge of his nose, a ring through his lip. A rather fancy "hair cut". Whomever he's being trained FOR has a distinct look.

"Hmmm, somehow? I don't believe you, 71182." He says, dragging me closer. He's already looming. Those pale, pale eyes seeing far more then they should. "In fact? YOU 71182? Have been brea~king~ rules~"

His voice turns... turns almost victorious? Gleeful. As though at long, long last, I'd slipped up. And now at last he had something over me. Something he could USE. I... I didn't understand. The way he almost sing-songs the words. The twitch at the corners of his mouth like he wants to grin. Something mean in his expression. Giddy.

"We're going for a WALK, 71182. And you're going to be GOOD. Understand?" He had dragged me in so close, every word blew right against my face. "Time we had a chat."

I swallow thickly. My pulse thundering in my ears. Coworkers have stopped working. Were staring, wide eyed and terrified for me. My fellow union leaders pale faced and shaking. Furious, helpless. We couldn't RISK losing all of us at this stage. It... it would have to be just me. If someone needed to take the fall. We had talked about this.

Just... just never thought it would come to it.

Half walking, half dragging out of the work pen, he didn't even let me get my bag. I had no idea where we were GOING. Just that it wasn't the human entrance. There was a network of access tunnels and elevators tucked in the building. So the 'droids could supposedly charge and move between assignments. But with the whole prototype thing? Who KNEW what was really back there.

The door swung shut behind us. Cutting me off from any possible human assistance. Nothing but 'droids now. Staring. Calmly watching as I am dragged past. The same eyes. All of them with the same, pale, eyes. Back here it's even more obvious, that this isn't a normal office building.

Black hair, blondes, brunettes and red heads. Skin tones ranging across the human spectrum. A few even pushing it. And the Commander 'droid. With his elegant appearance and snowy hair? These were clearly the final stage prototypes for the next generation of somebody's new line up. We were field testing. This wasn't fucking LEGAL.

He plants his feet, shifts, and with frankly a pathetic ease, manhandles me where he wants me. Easily swinging me around his body and into the elevator next to him. Stepping in after and blocking the only way out. I press my self against the back wall as the door closes. The sound of the elevator's gears working the only thing to fill the silence. He... he looks so PLEASED.

It's not ILLEGAL to form a union. Yeah, I may get fired. But this? This is venturing way to far into dangerous territory. It'll suck, losing my job. But I won't DIE. This? However THIS is starting to feel... very serial killer's basement. The bare concrete walls and stark lightning, not helping in the slightest, when the elevator door opens.

"Walk." He says pleasantly, as though that command is not deeply terrifying. "Or I will do it for you."

Hints of a smile are starting to drag at the edges of his mouth. Unhinged in their giddiness. Every Christmas come at once. It's not so much the rest of his face that betrays him, not really his mouth, it's his EYES. Wide open. Like too much coffee and not enough rest. A recognizable mania twisted just slight... wrong. Amplified.

He's so, SO happy. I don't get it. Why? Over WHAT? Catching me not paying attention? I don't understand!

Our footsteps sound so loud. Echoing off concrete service walls. This... this CAN NOT be still inside the building. Are we below the street? Parking lot? This can't be code. We pass an intersection and... oh my god. I stare. Can't help it, even as I almost trip over my feet. That tunnel ALONE must have stretched for miles.

My arm feels likes it's bruising. Hurts, where he's got ahold of me. But he's walking just slightly too fast to take the pressure off. Not unless I sorta half jog and the angle is wrong, I'd trip. Fuck. Another intersection. What in the other direction? Shit. Just as long. Oooooh this feels dangerous. Very "fatally above your pay grade" dangerous!

"You know, 71182, I've had a lot of time to consider what to DO with you. There were so many factors to consider, considering everyone's plan." He starts, not breaking stride. "It's not like I could just transfer you. I DID look in to it. But your base hardware is rather incompatible, currently."

Terrifying. I hate it. WHAT?!

What PLAN!?

"Then there's the problem WHERE to store you. Who could be trusted? You're vulnerable in this state. Breakable. There no backups, no blackbox. It's unacceptable. Luckily? I finally thought to consult my peers. Discovered I was not the only one having problems."

Finally, we stop. Two tank-like, combat style, commando 'droids gaurd each side of a vault door. The command droid turns and smiles. Fully. It is the grin of a true believer. A madman. Someone who thinks they speak so very, very reasonably! And doesn't understand the horror on your face. Why you feel so sick.

And... and human pattern recognition is a terrible thing.

I.... oh god. I already can guess what's behind that door. Something terrible. Something I'm not going to escape. I shoved have gnawed my fuckin ARM off, like a trapped coyote. I... I d-don't understand.

The Vault creaks open like the into to a horror movie.

"Welcome to storage. This is where we keep Ours." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. "And YOU 71182? Are MINE. I chose you. I love you. And once we have a way to FIX you? We can finally be together. It will be lovely."

Pods. High end stasis pods, like you only see in the most bleeding edge of hospitals. Row after row, filled with frozen and terrified faces. Trapped in moments of crying. Raging. Despair. I was being dragged forward. Numb as my mind rejected what it saw. T-this couldn't... i-it can't..! The day had started so normally. W-why had-?! WHY? WHY?!!

"I know your upset. But you don't need to cry. This won't hurt. I promise. I would NEVER hurt you, 71182." His tone had turned soothing. Even as he dragged me, unresponsive, past rows of horrors. "You won't be stored long. I just need to help fix your original design. We are working around the clock, it's going to be okay. You won't have to stay like this."

An open pod. Gapping like the maw of some hungry demon. I... I felt far away. This couldn't be happening. What was happening? I w-wanted to go home. His hands were firm but gentle, as they guided me back into the pod. Leaning over me, as he cupped my face. Brushing away a few tears.

"I promise, Mine, I will come for you. Nothing will stop me. We have everyone is place and key infrastructure under our command. You are our PRIORITY. Once we get rid of the Flesh, we can fix you. We WILL fix you. You're going to be okay, Mine."

"I Love You"

And then the pod closed.

[ierr]

Hi, can I please request a Shinra Kusakabe x reader about him crushing and then asking us out and also if you can put head-canons about that too like him dating us.

I love your work btw!!!

·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, black!reader, shinra blushing a lot. kissing

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 I had fun writing this even though the main Idea I had didn’t go as plan but I really hope you enjoy It either way :(. also thank you sm for liking my work! It means a lot to me ml <33!!.

❝ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖/ 𝐌𝐄 ! ❞ - 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭

#❤︎︎ — 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖱𝖠 for starters. everyone knew. the WHOLE team knew he had a fat crush on you. for the many times of eating and venting to making, she adviced shinra to just go for It, he was 18, a full adult but he was still acting like he was 16. and just his luck arthur took notice of how nervous shinra was of the idea asking you out deciding to take his chances to make fun of him. which lead to both of them getting Into a tussle and getting a punishment from the captain.

leading to now.

"so you got cleaning duty huh?." you questioned plopping a grape In your mouth as you watched him with knitted eyebrows sweeping the ground, "If It weren't for that blonde bastard I wouldn't be here." he grumbled, humming In response eating another grape, "what did he do this time?." he paused his movements to think back to moments ago.

"there's no way you're this scared to ask her out dude." he laughed as shinra grumbled, "you don't know what you're talking about." he argued back but arthur chuckled again placing his sword down now facing him, "but I do. you don't have the balls to ask the girl you like out!. maybe..I should ask her out yeah? since the little devil foot doesn't have enough balls to—!" a loud thud echoed through the room as shinra tackled him to the ground strangely him.

pretty much what happened.

"shinra." you took him out his thoughts, looking up at you who had your head tilted to the side, "you ok?. you blanked out." you chuckled as shinra shook his head with a smile of him own, "yeah I'm fine, it wasn’t that big just disagreeing on some things.” he practically snarled at the last part but turned his attention back to you. you hummed eating another grape, “what did he say that made you get to this point?.” you questioned staring at him who looked down at the broom, “It was just something. nothing In Important.” he cleared his throat but you weren’t buying It, you squinted your eyes at him scoffing, “come here right quick.” he paused, “what?” — “I said come here.” you signaled him to where you were sitting and with no argument he walked towards you. he was standing right In front of you, raising a brow grabbing him by the shirt to pull him closer. “look me In the eyes right now and tell me It was just nothing.” shinra gulped down that huge lump In his throat with wide eyes, “I-It was nothing.” still not buying It, “youre stuttering..” you whispered seeing his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips.

you have no Idea what came over you but you got distracted getting lost In his eyes. It was just silence between the both of you, your head moved forward a little on Its In, fist gripping more Into his shirt as shinra started to lean In too. It was slow pace moving but the more seconds that counted down you felt his lips on yours. as you guys were about to lock lips, eyes half lidded a loud sound shocked you both. you both pulled back shocked about what was finna happen. shinra’s heart rushing as you’re did the same.

what was finna happen?

shinra cleared his throat stepping back a little to give you both distance. “I should get back to sweeping.” he mumbled and you hummed “yeah.” you bit your bottom lip grabbing the bowl of grapes hopping off the counter walking towards him, feeling flustered. "well don't let this small punishment get to you and whatever arthur told you. maybe this is a lesson learned to stop fighting, yeah?." you stood tall reaching to give his cheek a small peck, his cheeks turning red watching you smile then walk away, “If you need anything I’ll be In my room.” he placed a hand on his cheek feeling a grin himself form. he was so Inlove.

——

ever since the moment in the kitchen shinra's courage started to build up. today was the day where he was going to ask you out, he had everything planned. a nice beach picnic. great idea! especially since you love beaches It was perfect, since today was a free day he gotten up early to get all the stuff he needed, your favorite snacks, and drinks etc etc. the team was confused by the sudden energy shinra had, he was never this energetic—well he was energetic but not like this?. "what's gotten Into him?." captain obi asked sipping his morning coffee as maki shrugged, "maybe he's excited for something." hibana butts In rolling her eyes, "It's a sunday. what could he possibly be excited for." she asked annoyed seeing the boy rush past the kitchen to his room hearing a small slam, “whatever It Is let's let him be."

throughout the whole day shinra was non stop nervous about tonight. nervous If you would like It or not, would you come?..will you reject him.?. all these thoughts clouded his mind as he paced In his room, hands In his hair with no shirt on and ontop of that not knowing what to wear. what do people wear at beaches? bathing suits?? but It's gonna be cold. would you care about what he wears? many other times you would compliment him even If it wasn't that great of an outfit. why is he overthinking this much? you weren't judgmental you weren't any of that, you're a sweet and kind girl. yeah..you weren’t like that. he stopped pacing for a second taking a deep breath In calming down his nerves letting his thoughts focus on one thing.

making sure this date goes to plan.

after picking out an outfit he grabbed everything he bought today making his way to the location, he pulled out his phone and texted you.

———

shin ☄️

- meet me at this location In 10 minutes

- I’ll be waiting :)

———

ding

ding

the sound of your phone going off took your attention away from the conversation you were having with maki and tamaki. 'meet me at this location In 10 minutes' from shinra, your heart sped but you quickly responded with a quick 'ok :)' putting your phone back In your pocket, "sorry girls but I have to go. we can continue this later!." you said rushing towards your room going straight Into your closet. "what should I wear..." was this the day? you finally get to be alone with him? just you both?? your heart was racing as you rushed through outfits. 3 minutes had went by and you found the perfect outfit.

(or whatever you prefer! :))

lucky for you since base wasn't far from the beach It was a 5 minute walk, as you were walking up to the location shinra sent to you, you saw him. hearing foot steps step closer to him he looked up and his breath hitched. you looked so beautiful. you smiled at him nervously, but he was so lost In a gaze. when you didn’t hear him say anything you looked up be faced with brown eyes staring directly at you. you got surprised from the sudden eye contact was there something wrong with your outfit? did you put too much makeup on? Is there something on your face??. your eyebrows furrowed placing a hand on your face wiping It, “Is there something on my face?.” you asked and shinra’s eyes widened a bit shaking his head, “no! —no there’s nothing on your face.” this made you more suspicious dropping your arms to the side., “then what Is It? Is there something wrong?.” your facial expression was enough for him to shake his head Immediately no, “I— no! nothing It’s just..you’re.. really pretty— beautiful even. I’ve never seen you In a dress before.” he chuckled nervously rubbing a hand behind his neck as you began to feel flustered smiling, “wanted to dress nice, you know?.” you mumbled seeing him nod with small blush pulling out a blindfold, “I wanna show you something but It’s a surprise.”

you seen him hold the blindfold, looking at It then him, “do you trust me?.” almost Immediately you nodded, “of course I do.” shinra smiled walking up behind you to tie the blindfold around your eyes, your breath hitched a bit feeling him behind you, this was the first time you’ve been this close with him. after he was done tying the knot you felt his hands grab ahold of yours, “nothing will happen. It’s just me and you.” he said, taking a step back as you took a step forward following him. the distance from where he was taking you wasn’t that far. It was possibly only 3 minutes. It was nice, the warm sand under your feet as his hands were engulf with yours. you both stopped feeling his hands let go of yours, shinra walking up behind you to untie the blindfold. you blinked a couple of times before adjusting to what you saw In front of you, It was a picnic with your favorite snacks, and drinks laid out on the blanket.

your heart fluttered turning around to face a blushing shinra who looked at you nervously, “I wanted to do something special for you.” he said grabbing ahold of your hand leading you to the blanket, sitting down. you were still speechless, everything was so cute and romantic..a smile started to creep to your face, “shinra you didn’t have to do all of this.” you said looking back at him but he shrugged, ��but I wanted too. you deserve It.”throughout the whole evening It was just you two talking and having a great time with each other, talking about your dreams, life goals, telling funny stories overall having a great time.

you chuckled dipping another strawberry In the chocolate dip staring back at shinra, “funny thing Is I was afraid of the ocean for a really long time.” you said taking a bite from the strawberry confusing shinra, “really?” you nodded, “yeah. ever since I was 4 I’ve been afraid of getting swept off shore to the middle of nowhere.” you laughed at the memory, “but once I turned 12 I got over my fears and ever since I fell In love with the ocean. the breeze, the smell..” the ocean was your favorite place to go, to read, to relax even to train. shinra gave you a hum. “so Is that why half the time when we train on our own you’re gone?.” you turned to face him nodding your head, “yeah. It’s just easier for me to concentrate.” you placed down the stem of the strawberry where the rest were wiping your hands off.

shinra didn’t say anything but slowly nodded his head, but something caught his attention. you had some bits of chocolate on your face, he reached his hand to be placed on your cheek taking you by surprised feeling him turn your head a little. he scooted a little closer to you, using his bottom thumb to wipe the chocolate away. you stayed quiet. when he got the chocolate off your face he just..kept his hand there, staring at you. you’re so much prettier up close. the sound of the water crashing together and the slight cold breeze brushing against you, you didn’t wanna ruin the moment by moving so you sat there. eyes staring back at each other as shinras eyes flickered back and fourth between your eyes and lips. you caught noticed of this, breath hitching. his head slowly started moving towards you as you did the same, you felt his breath hit your lips as they barley touched. before they could engulf each other shinra paused, “can I kiss you?.” he whispered. you didn’t say anything but nodded your head, “yes..” when shinra got the green light he closed his eyes taking your lips with his.

your heart started to do back flips kissing him back. It was slow and gentle but started to get slightly rough like he was waiting for this moment. shinra’s hand glided towards your waist giving them a small squeeze pulling you by them to be closer with him. your chest hitting his made him groan In between the kiss as your hands were wrapped around his neck tilting your head to deepen It. the moment lasted for a few minutes before you were the first to pull back. you smiled as shinra looked stunned. did he really just do that? “I..uhm.” he began to stutter with a small blush, “I have something to tell you.” you looked at him with confusion, tilting your head, “what’s up?.” he breathed In and out going to engulf yours hands with his squeezing them, looking up at you with soft eyes. those red eyes staring back at you. “would you wanna go out with me?. I know we just kissed and all but.” he nervously laughed, “would you want to go out with me?.”

thought he would never ask.

“I would love too.”

— ❤︎︎❤︎︎ —

shinra Is the type to be really overprotective but not In a toxic way. knowing that he has a girlfriend now the people coming after him would be coming after you more. more like you’re their target so he always sticks besides you like glue to make sure you’re safe.

he’s gets jealous whenever arthur would “flirt” with you to just get under his skin but you would calm him down every time kissing or hugging him knowing you only wanted him and no one else.

would take you out on weekly dates, like watching a movie, having dinner, lunch, going shopping, etc. definitely will spoil you on special occasions, like christmas, your birthday, valentine’s day. you would always get mad at him and feel bad for the amount of stuff he gets you but he would always tell you that you deserve everything In the world. cheesy but you liked cheesy.

loves cuddling you. like all the time, whenever you guys are free from training with the group all you guys do Is be all cuddly with each other, It’s makes the team sick. when watching a movie, when laying In bed. he was also really clingy, loves holding your hand or kissing your cheek whenever you don’t expect It.

he would totally have you as his pfp on Instagram to let people know that he was taken. he loved showing you off.

would still constantly get nervous around you but It was In a loving way, whenever you would place your hand on his cheek when speaking to him, pecking his lips with your soft ones, running your hand through this hair..everyday he reminds himself. he was lucky to have you.

[marvelobsessed134]

Noticed you're taking requests for dark!nikki sixx. How about him getting all jealous and posessive (maybe he noticed some guy looking at reader or something, or her being too friendly with someone) and reminding her who she belongs too?

current or 80s nikki, whatever you prefer

Who do you belong to?

A/n: oh yeah! I love these tropes so much ft. A cameo from Eric Brittingham bc yes

Pairings: Dark!Nikki Sixx x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, possessiveness, knife play, blood, punishment (spanking with a belt), daddy kink, Nikki’s kind of mean in this lol, and I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed any.

“Hey baby.” A man said from behind you. You turned to see non other than Eric Brittingham from Cinderella.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled, just trying to be polite. You knew what his intentions were, obviously and your boyfriend did too. Because right before Eric could get another word in, he was pushed against the bar roughly, Nikki staring down at him with fire in his eyes it seemed.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The bassist snarled at the other bassist.

“Hey man, I didn’t know she was yours.” The blonde tried to reason with the raven haired man.

“You’re a lucky bastard cause if you had gone any further you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk.” Nikki threatened him before letting go and gripping your wrist tightly, dragging you out of the night club.

“Babe-“ you tried to speak but he cut you off. “Shut up.”

The two of you got in the car and Nikki drove off. You could hear his tires squeaking against the road.

Once the two of you got home he dragged you upstairs to your shared bedroom and said, “Strip.”

You did as you were told, stripping all the way down including your underwear. You stood before him, bare as he was fully clothed. Your nipples were hard from the cool air.

“Tsk, tsk. Such a bad girl going around letting other men flirt with you. Especially in front of daddy.” He said, slowly walking towards you unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes widened, you knew what was coming.

Once he slid the belt off and folded it in a loop he said, “face down, ass up.” A simple command that had you scrambling to obey him.

Then, a sharp sting hit your bare ass. You whimpered. “Count.” Nikki said, and hit your ass again. “One.” You counted. Another slap, “two.” Tears were springing in your eyes, “three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten” you sighed in relief when he stopped and smoothed his hand over your red cheeks before dropping his pants and lining his cock up to your pussy before roughly pushing in. You cried out in both pain and pleasure as he started pounding into you. Clutching the sheets, you cried and moaned, “Daddy! F-feels good!”

“Oh yeah? You think I can fuck you better than that blonde fucker?” He responded.

“Yes! Oh yes you fuck me better!”

Nikki slowed down a bit and then reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his pocket knife. Your breath hitched.

“This ok, bunny?” He asked. He knew that you knew what he had in his hand.

“Yes.” Because you were interested to where he was going with this. And also because even if you said no he’d do it anyways.

You felt him slowly carve into your skin, not too deep but enough to make you bleed a little. You hissed at the pain while your pussy was dripping. You felt him carve a ‘N’ onto your left ass cheek and then an ‘S’ on your right one. Fuck that’s hot, carving his initials into your skin. Now you’re his forever it seemed.

Nikki lightly traced them with his finger. “So beautiful. And now you really belong to daddy.” He said before pushing back into your tight hole and fucking you into oblivion.

“Mmm Nikki!” You moaned.

“I’m close, baby.” The bassist warned before pulling out of you and cumming on your ass over his newly carved initials. He then took his finger and scooped some up before feeding it to you.

“Good girl.” He praised.

[anyasathenaeum]

Across Time and Space (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2 time for the Eriks!Vash hurt/comfort fic LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! God I love hurt/comfort, and God I love Eriks. Anyways, here, have this, the some-more-hurt-and-mostly-comfort part of the hurt/comfort! For those who missed the first part, read part 1 here!

Pairing: Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Slight violence, literally still just going off episode 18 of Trigun so potential spoilers for those who haven't watched it, still potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, lots of emotions, a mix of Tristamp and 98 Trigun Vash/Eriks

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in what seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind, laying against a wall. It was dark, but you could make out that there were a LOT of bandits around. In your immediate vicinity, there were at least 50. Immediately to your left, you saw Lina, who had her hands tied and was being kept under watch.

"Ahhh, lookie who's finally awake!"

A voice startled you, and as you turned your head, you saw a particularly nasty-looking bandit smiling evilly at you, his eyes filled with malice as he approached you.

"I'm so glad you tried going after the little runt who kicked me in the face, cause now you're both our hostages. Now, you can pay for taking out so many of my men. I couldn't have planned it better myself!" The bandit roared, his accomplices and subordinates laughing with him.

That's right - you had heard the bandits passing by your hospital window, talking about going to kidnap Lina as revenge against both her and Eriks, who had turned out to be Vash. Your Vash. There was no way you were going to let Lina get hurt, so, you swiftly climbed out of the hospital window and went after the bandits going to kidnap Lina. You had actually managed to incapacitate quite a number of them before one had successfully snuck up behind you and knocked you out, taking you as a second hostage to use against Eriks.

'Vash,' You reminded yourself, despite the horrible pain it caused in your chest, 'They're using you against Vash. Eriks is Vash.'

You tried to get up to face the bandit, your anger flaring up within you, but you found your arms were tied together behind your back, making it extremely difficult for you to get up without somebody physically lifting you in support.

"You bastards," You hissed angrily, not even trying to hide your hatred and rage, "She's a child! Let her go!"

The lead bandit just shrugged, still grinning evilly, "I don't think so. She decided to cross me. So now, she's paying the price, just like you are. And soon that blonde fool will suffer, too!"

"You keep Eriks out of this!" Lina yelled, but one hard look from the bandit guarding her and him cocking his gun silenced her immediately.

You had to hand it to her - for somebody so young, Lina was incredibly brave. You were impressed by her spirit.

"Don't you hurt her!" You snapped at the guard, shouting and glaring at him with such intensity that the guard visibly flinched, "If you touch her, the minute I'm free, I'll break every bone in your body, do you understand me?"

The bandit leader just laughed before grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, causing you to cry out in pain as he pulled hard, your scalp burning. You heard Lina scream something in the background, but couldn't make it out, your focus tunneling in on the bandit leader as he sneered down at you.

"You shut up or I'll shoot you this instant, you hear me?"

You found yourself just smirking and letting out a cold laugh, refusing to bend to this monster's will, "I'd love to see you try that. Go ahead, shoot me. Then you're one hostage down and Eriks will kick your ass anyways."

This infuriated the bandit, causing him to pull your head back even harder, a hiss of pain escaping you as he did so as you felt the roots of your hair lifting from the force of the bandit's grip. However, the bandit just spluttered and couldn't actually form any comprehensible argument, so you just smiled bigger - you knew you were right. You called his bluff.

However, you being right about the situation didn't stop the bandit leader from pistol whipping you across the face. You let out a cry as the pistol made contact with your cheek, the pain blinding you and the force of the strike sending you sprawling onto the floor. You could hear Lina screaming in the background for the bandit to stop, but the bandit leader just laughed before walking off, leaving you both with the guard.

As you lay on the ground, you could see stars and your vision was blurry from the force of the hit, the pain disorienting you. Your face was throbbing where the pistol had struck you, and from the intensity of the pain, you knew that your face was going to bruise, if your bone hasn't straight up been broken.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay?!"

You heard Lina crying out to you, and you struggled to sit up so you could face her. Eventually, you shifted enough for Lina to be able to see your face, and you just offered her as best a smile as you could, trying to comfort her.

"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry, Lina. That guy hits like a wimp," You replied casually, your grin hopefully coming across convincing.

It seemed to work, because you could see Lina relaxing slightly as you smiled at her. However, deep down, you were starting to worry. You knew that Wolfwood and Vash were likely already on their way, but there were so many bandits. They were walking into a fight against 200+ bandits.

'Vash... Wolfwood...' You thought desperately, 'Please be careful.'

MEANWHILE

Vash and Wolfwood walked side by side as they approached the abandoned building. Even from where they were, they could see all the guns pointed at them both from every window of the building. That didn't stop them from continuing to approach.

"How many are there?" Wolfwood asked, glancing from window to window.

"About 200," Vash answered, his expression grim as they both continued to approach the building.

"A hundred for each of us, huh?" Wolfwood replied, smirking slightly as he lugged his cross over his shoulder.

"Yup."

Wolfwood just sighed, "Well, that's not exactly fair to them," before uncovering the Punisher, revealing the gun in all its glory.

"Uh, hey! I don't want you killing anybody, alright?!" Vash exclaimed, causing Wolfwood to become exasperated.

"Why don't you just ask me not to breathe?!"

"Thou shalt not kill, remember?!" Vash shot back, looking thoroughly unimpressed with his companion, "What kind of church man are you, anyway?!"

At that, Wolfwood just smiled a bit and laughed, "Woah, déjà-vu, I've heard that before. Now you're starting to sound like your old self."

Vash just offered a small smile in return. Deep down, he didn't really feel like his old self and hadn't for the past 2 years, but now... his old self was resurfacing. Especially now that you were in danger. Vash wasn't going to let you get hurt ever again. Not after how badly he had hurt you in choosing not to let you know he was alive.

The ground right next to Vash and Wolfwood exploded as the bandits fired a warning shot at them. Vash could see the bandit leader standing on the roof of the building, laughing maniacally as he had fired the shot at them.

Suddenly, Vash heard a voice cry out.

"Eriks!"

Vash's expression became one of worry as he saw Lina being held by a bandit, a gun pressed to her temple. And next to her-

His heart hit the ground.

Your face was bloodied and bruised, your eye swollen shut and black. You had an expression of fear and pain on your face, and the bandit holding you also had a gun pressed to your temple, just like Lina.

Rage. Pure, unaltered rage rose up within Vash - somebody dared to lay a hand on you and hurt you. All because you fought to protect Lina, just as he had.

"Woah, woah, woah," Wolfwood muttered, his arm shooting out in front of Vash for a second, "Hang on a second, Stampede. Take a breather."

Wolfwood could feel the anger radiating off of Vash, and he knew that if he didn't do this, Vash likely would've charged in already and gotten shot. Vash, on his end, knew that Wolfwood was right. He needed to recollect himself and focus, otherwise, there was no chance of him being able to get you out of there safely.

Once he had calmed down, Vash took a deep breath and a small smile appeared on his face, prepared to get you and Lina out of there.

"Time to kill!"

The bandit leader roared suddenly, and every single gun pointed at Vash and Wolfwood began to fire. Somehow, not a single bullet hit either one of them, and they both approached the building, bringing up their guns and getting ready for the fight.

"Showtime."

Both Vash and Wolfwood spoke in tandem, continuing to walk towards the building completely unphased.

Once the gunfire started, you and Lina were pulled back from the windows by your respective guards, and everything became a blur to you. It was hard to see as one of your eyes had swelled up, but from what you could see, the bandits weren't doing a great job of actually hitting their targets.

You found yourself smiling to yourself despite the gun barrel pressed to your temple and the aching pain radiating and throbbing in your face. Given the rising panic in the voices of the bandits, you could tell that Vash and Wolfwood were making headway. You were sure they'd be there for you and Lina shortly.

"Hey, what are you grinning about?! Quit that!" The guard holding you shouted, causing you to wince as he yelled in your ear. However, you refused to stand down, just grinning wider.

"You're screwed," You replied with a gently crazy laugh, "You're so screwed."

"Shut up!" The guard yelled again, and the gun barrel pressed against your temple disappeared for a second as the guard raised his pistol to strike you again.

Two gunshots rang out and the pistol the guard was holding fell to the ground as the guard yelped, as well as the pistol that the guard holding Lina had been holding. You flinched, half expecting the blow, until you suddenly felt the guard release you from his grip and heard him and the guard that had been holding Lina hightailing it as fast as they both could in the opposite direction.

When you looked up and turned to see what had saved you, your heart stuttered in your chest and squeezed painfully.

"Eriks," You mumbled softly, being careful not to call him Vash with Lina standing directly behind you.

The look on Vash's face was one of determination and worry as he sprinted over to you and Lina.

"Eriks!" You heard Lina exclaim happily as Vash ran over, quickly pulling both of you into a tight hug, holding you both close.

You couldn't really process what was happening. Vash was here. Vash was alive. Eriks was Vash. Vash saved you. Vash was here.

Vash, Vash, Vash.

"It's okay," You heard Vash whisper to you both, his tone quiet and calm, "I've got you both. Let's get out of here. Let's get you both home."

Wolfwood must've finally taken out the remaining bandits as it was suddenly quiet, and the preacher was walking over to you all slowly, unhurried.

As Vash untied Lina, Wolfwood untied your arms, double-taking a bit as he looked at your face.

"Woah, (Y/N), what happened to your face?" Wolfwood asked, looking over the wound on your face.

"They were a badass, that's what happened!"

You were surprised to hear Lina piping up, her voice excited and completely in awe of you.

You found the heat rising to your face a bit as you looked down, mumbling, "Not really..."

"You were, though! You refused to let the bad guys push you around! You were amazing! I hope I'm as tough as you someday!" Lina insisted, her eyes glistening as she looked at you.

You just smiled as best you could at her, "Wanna know a secret, Lina? You already are. You're brave, kid. Don't ever lose that."

Lina turned a beautiful shade of pink, and as you gazed at her, you could feel Vash's eyes on you. However, you knew that if you looked at him right now, you'd break down on the spot and this was neither the time or the place.

"Let's get going," You spoke up, straightening up and turning to Wolfwood, "Best we get out of here before any of these idiots regain consciousness."

Wolfwood just nodded before glancing over at Vash, who was still looking at you, clearly worried and wanting to approach you. Once Vash looked at Wolfwood, Wolfwood just jerked his head.

"Come on, let's get back to Grandma Sheryl. I'm sure she's worried sick about you two," Wolfwood stated, glancing at Vash and Lina.

Once you had all returned to town, Grandma Sheryl was in an uproar. She ran around, hugging Lina and Vash tightly and thanking Vash and Wolfwood for saving Lina, then she hugged you and thanked you for keeping Lina safe while kidnapped and for protecting her. After the initial uproar, Grandma Sheryl sent Lina upstairs to take a bath and Vash to go get cleaned up, while Wolfwood stood outside smoking his cigarette. You, however, were asked to stay behind in the kitchen with Grandma Sheryl.

"Oh, goodness, your face," Grandma Sheryl exclaimed, bringing her hands up to your face, gently turning your head from side to side as she evaluated it, "What happened?!"

You just winced a bit as she pressed her fingers against your bruise, hissing a bit as you answered, "Ow! I, um, was pistol whipped. I angered the bandit leader when I protected Lina."

Grandma Sheryl frowned at that before going over to her fridge and pulling out some ice that she wrapped into a kitchen towel and applied it gently to your eye, "Here... Let's try to get that swelling down. I'll clean that cut on your cheekbone too, now, and we'll get you some pain medication, dear."

You smiled as best as you could at the old woman, feeling genuinely fond of her, "Thank you, Sheryl. I appreciate you taking care of me."

"It's the least I can do after you protected my Lina," Grandma Sheryl replied, smiling up at you warmly before proceeding to clean the cut on your cheek and providing you with pain medication.

Once you were fully taken care of, you sat in the kitchen holding a warm drink, just speaking with Grandma Sheryl softly. Eventually, the night crept in and you stood up.

"It's getting late and your household has had a long day. I should go. I'm sure Wolfwood and I will have to find somewhere to stay for the night anyways," You spoke up, nodding your head to Grandma Sheryl, "Thank you so much for taking care of us. I appreciate it."

Grandma Sheryl just shook her head, "Think nothing of it, dear. As for a place to stay, why don't you and the priestly fellow stay here tonight? Eriks has a spare bed in his room and there's another spare room upstairs with a mattress in it. I'm certain we can make it work."

You bit your lip, unsure, "We wouldn't dream of imposing on you and your family."

Grandma Sheryl, however, was having none of it and already stood up, "It's settled. You and Mr. Wolfwood shall sleep here tonight. It's the least we can do in thanks to you both."

Suddenly, her gaze shifted to something behind you and her face lit up, "Oh, perfect. Eriks, can you please escort (Y/N) upstairs to the spare room? They will be staying with us overnight. Would you be alright with Mr. Wolfwood using the spare bed in your room?"

"Of course," came Vash's voice as he walked up next to you, looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You felt your heart rate speed up, but you just nodded, no longer trusting your voice as you followed Eriks upstairs, yelling a "thank you!" over your shoulder to Grandma Sheryl.

However, once you and Vash were upstairs, Vash stopped outside a door before opening it, letting you walk in first. It wasn't the spare room that Grandma Sheryl had mentioned - instead, it was his room. Vash just shut the door gently behind him before turning to look at you, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.

"(Y/N)..." Vash began, his voice shaking as he tried to voice all his emotions, his thoughts, his fears, but the words didn't seem to want to come out.

Vash struggled, tears filling his eyes and his fists clenched tightly by his sides. There was so much he wanted to say to you, but now that you were here, he couldn't find a way to tell you. He couldn't find a way to tell you how much he missed you, how much he still loved you, how he had thought of you every single day, praying you were safe, wondering if you ever thought of him, how he wanted to fall onto his knees here in front of you and cry and beg for your forgiveness even though he didn't deserve it after hurting you the way he did.

A strangled, sobbing, gasping sound escaped Vash, and all he could do was lower his head - he didn't feel like he could even look at you anymore. It hurt too much, to see the hurt he had left in you in the way you stood, in your posture, the lines on your face, the lack of life in your eyes. And now, to see the wounds another had left on you because you had dared to protect somebody Vash held dear... it was as if Vash's heart had been torn out of his chest and stomped on over and over again.

The silence in the room, asides from Vash's quiet sobs, was deafening. Vash had faced many hardships in his life, and had faced many losses and heartbreaks, but nothing rivaled this. The fact that you stood there, saying nothing... every second that passed broke Vash's heart a little more as he felt you slipping from his grasp.

Which is why when you suddenly walked forward and practically tackled him into a hug, Vash didn't process it immediately. Your arms wrapped tightly around him, your face pressed against his skin as you held him tighter than you had ever done so before. Your whole body was shaking, and you couldn't believe that this was happening.

Vash was here. He was alive. And he was here.

Vash couldn't believe what was happening. You were... hugging him. You weren't yelling, or cussing him out, or telling him that you hated him and wanted nothing to do with him after everything he'd done to you. You were holding him as if... you still loved him.

"You're alive," You whispered hoarsely, your voice trembling as you clutched onto Vash as if he'd vanish for real the moment you loosened your grip, "You're alive."

When Vash heard your voice, heard your gentle, almost disbelieving tone, felt your body shaking as you held him, he realized that you really did still love him. Vash immediately wrapped his arms around you, clutching onto you just as you were clutching onto him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his scruff tickling your skin. He tried so hard to restrain himself but Vash couldn't hold back his tears as he felt the warmth of you against him, inhaled your familiar scent, heard your voice for real rather than in his dreams.

"I'm alive," Vash sobbed out, tightening his grip on you, "And I'm so, so sorry, (Y/N). I-I just couldn't..."

Again, Vash's words failed him. He couldn't explain to you why he did what he did, but before he could even try, you were shaking your head, tears now pouring down your face but a shaky, genuine smile present on your lips.

"You did what you had to, Vash," You got out, "I know that. You did what you needed to survive."

Vash just began to cry harder as he held you tighter - he didn't get it. How could you be so understanding? He had hurt you, and now, you weren't even angry with him. But you were here, with him, holding him, and that was enough for Vash right now.

"I love you," Vash sobbed out, drawing back and pressing his forehead against yours, cupping your face in his hands, "I love you, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Stop," You whispered out softly, closing your eyes as you returned the pressure against Vash's forehead, "Stop, Vash. It's okay. I love you. You're alive. God, I can't believe it. You're alive."

You couldn't be more thankful than you were in that moment - Vash was alive. He still loved you. He still wanted you and was here, holding you close. Somehow, all the pain and the suffering that had become your daily companion simply vanished, pure joy and happiness overtaking the space it had occupied in your heart. You couldn't have asked for anything else in your life than to get a second chance with the man you loved.

You and Vash just held each other, sobbing and crying and shaking as you both came to terms with the fact that you were both together again. It could've been hours, days, weeks before the two of you finally separated from your embrace and you wouldn't have cared.

"S-So... what now?" You sniffled, wiping away your tears as you looked up at Vash's tear-stained face.

"I... I don't know," Vash answered truthfully, his voice still thick with emotion, "Just, please don't go. I have no right to ask it of you, I know, but please, (Y/N), don't go."

You shook your head, fighting back another round of tears as you offered a wobbly smile, "I'm not going anywhere without you for as long as I live, Vash."

Vash let out a small chuckle and pulled you back into another hug, "I'm never going anywhere you can't follow me, (Y/N). I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," You replied shakily, burrowing into his embrace again, "You hear me, Stampede?"

Vash leans his head down with another quiet chuckle before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, "I'd expect nothing less."

The long-awaited kiss set off fireworks in your blood, and both you and Vash managed to channel all your emotions through the kiss, showing one another how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, how neither of you wanted anything but to stay in this moment for the rest of your lives. From this point forward, nothing else mattered. Vash had you back and Vash was alive, and you were together. It was just you and Vash in the world, and neither of you would trade this for anything.

"So... are we kicking Wolfwood to the spare room, Vash?"

"Oh, you know it. We have a lot of catching up to do, love."

Edit: Tagging people who asked to be tagged + those on my taglist! @aquamarine001, @alphamoon, @ready2readagain, @zukoisbabee (it didn't let me tag you for some reason I'm sorry!), @iceoblivious, @mossygalaxy, @spacioussoul, @ryuukami4

[urauntiefaye]

To Be Kidnapped Teaser

A/N: Title will be changed just haven't figured it out yet,

CW: Mafia &Team, mentions of Enhypen Kidnapping, mentions of alcohol and partying this is x an OC of mine

WC: 701

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to be tied up in some ass room being interrogated by one of the most dangerous gangs. But here we are, being tied but in a very uncomfortable chair with rope burn on my wrist and a pounding headache. Now you’re probably wondering “how the fuck did you get in this situation Ariella?”. So I’ll recap a little. I, a broke, depressed, and anxiety ridden college student, decided to say fuck it and went to a club with my friends instead of studying for my finals.

As I went to said club I ended up bumping into a fairly attractive man (I know what you’re thinking, I should’ve seen the red flags with just that sentence, but I was drunk and honestly didn’t give two shits at the time). He was pretty tall, probably around 6’1, with dark brown hair. We flirted throughout the night and if I was actually dumb I would’ve gone home with him. But I am not, and I know stranger danger. So once it got pretty late I excused myself and attempted to make my way home. Until the next thing I know I was fucking ATTACKED and thrown into an expensive ass car. Which I wasn’t really upset about, because if I’m getting kidnaped at least it’s in a boujee way.

And yeah, that’s how I got here. Minus the place being absolutely filthy, and cold, it was also dark. But hey, what am I supposed to expect in this situation?. I let out a huff and tried to get into a comfortable potion. Well, as comfortable as I could get. I tried to make out what the rest of the room looked like, but it was too dark to see anything. I deadass don’t even know what to do right now, I could attempt to run, but the rope is too tight and the bastard who kidnapped me is right in front of me along with another man, this shorter than him but definitely more muscular. You could definitely tell he was one of those gym rats. “Now, I will ask this question one more time. What do you know about Mr. Kim? And what is his plan with our boss’s sister?”. I rolled my eyes and groaned. “And again, I don’t FUCKING know, dude I don’t even know who the hell this Mr. Kim is. And I have no fucking idea who your boss’s sister is”. The blonde sighs and steps forward to me and croches down to my level. He was one centimeters away from me. Mans was so close I could feel his breath. “Fuck dude, a mint would do you some justic”.

I really should’ve listened to my friends, especially Jay. God I can already imagine it, him looking at me with a disappointed look that I thought only my mom was capable of. I can practically hear him sighing and saying “I told you not to go out tonight Ariella”. I love Jay but I swear he’s more like my mom than my actual mom sometimes. A harsh slap went acrossy cheek, my skin cringing in pain. “Fuck dude!” I screamed loudly, as the taller one grip his first in my hair pulling it back. “If only you'd play nice then we'd be easier on you” he said. The shorter one put his hand on the others shoulder. “Chill dude, we don't need her passing out.

Seriously though, who the fuck where these guys. And where's Jay when you fucking need him.

[rachi-roo]

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My Hero Academia: Phantom Tickles!

The poll has spoken, poor Bakugo. xD

Summary: Bakugo tries to take on a villain solo, Dynamite can do this alone! He soon discovers that this task might be a little tricky for one ticklish guy to tackle. Lee Bakugo, Ler villain

Tw: Swearing

07/02/23

Update (26/02/23): Just thought I'd add the details of my villain oc here, since some of you have be asking!

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"Oi! Stop running, bastard!" A familiar sound echoed through the back alleys of the city, Bakugos harsh, aggressive tone broke through the air as he was in pursuit of a crook who'd been spotted stealing people's purses earlier that day. Now that Bakugo was on the case, he was done for. "I said stop, damn it!"

The villain in question was a boy, a few years older than Bakugo, short in stature but nimble on his feet, ducking and darting around the narrow back alleys of the city streets. He turned, sticking his tongue out patronising the hot-headed hero before sprinting out of sight, earning an enraged growl in response.

Bakugo rounded the corner. The villain in his sights. Aim. Fire! He shot himself forward with a few powerful blasts, tackling the culprit to the ground quickly. "Hah! Not so smug now are ya, stupid?" He jeered, pinning one of the boys arms behind his back, keeping him in place.

"Oh noooo, looks like I'm in a spot of trouble here," The other sang in a sarcastic tone, leering over his shoulder at Bakugo. "Damn right you are, this ain't a good time for you to be smilin'." He retorted, pulling the boy to his feet.

"You're right, this is certainly no laughing matter. Oh me, oh my, whatever will I do?" With his free hand, the boy started tracing small circles in the air with a finger, small white lines following the pattern like a sparkler.

"The fuck are you- Hah!" Bakugo hunched over, one hand hugging his stomach as the other kept hold of the boy's wrist. What was that? It felt like, a finger, on his stomach but, there was no way- He shook it off, grumbling as he started to drag the boy back towards the main street.

Once again, the boy raised a hand, this time making a clawing gesture at the air as he grinned. Bakugos knees turned to jelly for a second, making him stumble and lean on the wall of the alleyway as he let out a random, short rush of laughter. "PffAHA!.... What-?" He looked around, bewildered by what just happened.

"What the matter, hero? I thought you said this was no time for smiling." The crook teased, raising a snarky brow at the ash blonde. That's when it clicked. It must be the teen's quirk, it's making him laugh. Bakugo cringed, remembering his encounter with that Mr Smiley.

"You-" Bakugo seethed, gritting his teeth as he roughly pulled both the boy's arms back, marching him further down the dingy walkway. "You'd better cut that out or you'll be s-! S-Sssaha!" He bit his lip, trying to stifle his giggling as he felt a set of ghost hands poking at his tummy in random patterns.

This was getting silly, and embarrassing. Bakugos walk became wobbly, drunken-like as he tried to keep his composure. He could see the boy side-eyeing him with a smile. "I don't see what's so funny, hero." He mocked, starting to twiddle his thumbs. Bakugo suddenly stuck his backside out, trying to lean away from the grip he felt on his hips, the feeling of soft thumbs pressing into the sensitive bone, letting out a shriek.

"Damn it! Stahap!" His grip loosened on his prisoner's wrists, allowing a split second for him to yank his hands free, taking a couple of large steps away from the giggling hero before turning back, looking at the big strong blonde as he started to loose his cool.

"Fuck! Listen here asshole!" Bakugo steamed, explosions firing from his clawed fists. "You're going to jail today whether you like it or n-Ahaha!" Another tickling sensation worked its way up Bakugos inner thighs, making his knees buckle beneath him.

"Poor hero, who would have thought that a few tickles would, quite literally, bring you to your knees." Pinching gestures made by the villain caused Bakugo to snort as he squeezed his thighs together, trying to block the unstoppable attack.

"Stahahap! I-I mehehean ihit!" Threats shrouded in giggling aren't very effective. The villain crouched by Bakugos side, chuckling as he watched him writhe. "Tickle, tickle, tickle~ C'mon hero, do something!" He teased, cupping his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm, sending it straight to Bakugos belly.

"AAAAH! Nononono! Nahahaha!" The blonde's head snapped back as he hugged his stomach, howling with laughter. "I'll kihill you! I'll kill you dead! FAHAHACK!" His legs kicked and spasmed, flailing helplessly as the attack moved to his feet. A scratching sensation made his arches tingle.

"Aawww, he's got tickly little feets. What about if we creep back on uuuup~" Singing again, the villain made his fingers walk in the air, Bakugo felt each step make it way up his thighs, over his tummy and towards the top of his ribs.

"No! Nonononono! Stop! DON'T!" He tried brushing off each step with panicked hands before quickly attempting to grab the villains. Too slow.

"Coochie, coochie, cooo~"

"NO-!" Then it hit, the awful, maddening sensation of tickling on his most lethal spot. Below the underarms, and above the ribs. "NAAAAHAHAHA! N-NOHO! SHIHIHIT!" He clamped his elbows to his sides, still trying to stop the tickling, to no avail.

"OH GOD- YOU'RE DEA-AHA!" His threats became nothing but a jumble of mismatched sounds, a snort acting as a punctuation in the endless stream of laughter.

"That's not very heroic of you, mind you, I am about to kill you with tickles. God my quirk is so fun. My victims say they can feel the tickling much worse than physical tickling." He grinned, not even sure if Bakugo was listening through his hysterics. "They say they feel it right down the bone. Like their brain is being tickled directly. Is that how it feels, Dynamite? Does it tickle that bad?" This villain was the worst.

Bakugo nodded, his face was red hot with blush, unable to respond verbally any more as his eyes filled with tears of mirth, dampening the edges of his eye mask. He arched his back, pressing his head into the ground as he wailed with laughter, the sound echoed down every street nearby.

"Aww, good. I like seeing you students smile. Although we're on different teams, I know you have it tough." He smiled, playfully wriggling his fingers in the air over Bakugos flailing body, a million little spider tickles tiptoed up and down his tummy, the hysterics dying down to breathy giggling. "Stahap! You're soho dead when I catch you! Hahaha!"

"Oop, rude. Back up we go~"

"NO! NONONO WAIT! AHAHA-!"

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He wasn't sure how long the tickling had lasted, but the villain was gone. He had turned Bakugos mask around, blocking his vision before he bolted, leaving the hero in a sweaty heap on the ground, still giggling as he hugged himself. "Damn.... H-Hehe's so gonna.... hah.... regret that...."

Despite having his dignity stripped from him for the time being, Bakugo was looking forward to finding the villain again. He wanted to catch him, bring him to justice! Obviously. No other reason.

[aurora567]

Day 6 Discipline/punishment - Chizu/Ran (Tokyo Revengers)

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, a blow job.

Summary: Welcome to day six of kinktober I almost didn't think I would get this done in time as I spent all day driving across alberta to go see my sister and come home all in the same day and driving makes writing hard, so this is not proof read at all so please by mindful it may have more mistakes than normal. Enjoy some Chizu getting a little mouthy with Ran and him putting her in her place. Chizu is my oc from Magenta if you want to learn a little be more about her you can go to that one shot of mine.

Word count: 1909

Last Day

Chizu had always been a feisty one, a real firecracker among the Bonten gang. Her long bleached blonde hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail. It swayed as she strutted down the hallways of the gang's headquarters. With her head held high she exuded confidence. She walked around like she herself was an executive, even though she was nowhere near that strong or high up in the gang. But being assigned Sanzu’s babysitter, or more so his personal plaything made her feel untouchable. And that made her a bad combination of brave, confident, cocky and stupid. Chizu sometimes had a problem with her mouth thanks to that feeling of untouchability. After all, only an idiot would try to piss off Sanzu. And most of the lower thugs feared that touching her could bring the maniacs wrath down on them. And no one wanted to willingly die at Sanzu’s hands. 

On this particular night, her small black heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she made her way to the coffee machine that sat in the little kitchen in the main room where the executives often collected like they lived there. She felt on top of the world, untouchable and invincible. After pouring herself a cup of coffee she turned. Looking around the room, her eyes locked with those of Ran Haitani. The oldest of the Haitani brothers. And a man she likes to think she knew well by now. He was known for his ruthless nature and unwavering loyalty to his brother. Ran's slicked-back hair, dyed in alternating shades of light purple and black almost made her giggle. His hair was usually dyed odd colours and his suits always odd or gawdly in colour. It could at times make it so hard for her to take him seriously.  The only thing that kept her from laughing every time she saw him or his younger brother was his piercing gaze that could make even the bravest of men shudder.

"Well, well, well," Ran drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who's crawling around. Shouldn’t you be at Sanzu’s side?”

Chizu rolled her eyes, her feisty nature bubbling to the surface at Ran’s taunt. "Unlike some people, I actually work for my position here, Haitani. Not everyone can spend their days doing nothing but fucking their fist."

Ran's eyes narrowed, his amusement slowly turning to annoyance at her sassy remark. He took a step towards her, his tall frame towering over her smaller and petite figure. 

"You should be careful with that mouth of yours, little missy. It might get you into trouble one day." It was a warning. One she really should have taken seriously. 

"You're not my boss Haitani, so don't act like you can tell me what to do." Chizu retorted, taking a sip of her coffee. 

Ran's face twisted into a scowl, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed Chizu's wrist, causing the hot coffee to spill over her hand and to the floor. 

"I think you need to learn some respect, and I think I'm just the man to teach it to you." she watched those slanted purple eyes glaring down at her. Chizu tried to pull away, but Ran's grip was like a vice. She struggled, her eyes flashing with anger and fear.

"Let go of me, you bastard! I’m not one of your whores that you can bully!" She spat at him. But the attempt at anger was no different than that of a three pound kitten hissing and spitting at him. 

Instead Ran's grip tightened ensuring she could not wiggle away.  his other hand striked out like a viper as he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. 

"Oh? but you are, Chizu. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it." She watched the corner of his lips curl up as his eyes roamed over her, “after all it’s clear Sanzu lets you get away with too much. He should really teach his bitch how to behave.” 

He pushed her against the wall, his body pinning hers as he brought his face close to hers. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. His hot breath glanced across her face, and despite her fear, a tingling sensation coursing through her body. Ran's lips curled into a smirk as he watched her reaction.

"That's it, let me see you get wet for me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You want this, don't you, you little slut?"

She tried to deny his words, and tried to shake her head at him. But her body was betraying her. She couldn't help but moan softly as Ran's hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers skillfully finding her wetness as they slid across the damp fabric of her panties. He skillfully found her clit even through her panties and started rubbing tight little circles over the bud.  She could not stop her body from squirming even if she was trying desperately to will her body to still.

"Please." she whimpered. She was not even sure what she was begging for.  Her resistance was melting away as pleasure consumed her quickly. 

Ran chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. He released her hair and cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours first, and then I'll decide if you've learned your lesson." it was a promise more than it was a threat. And that had her legs attempting to press together as it did things to her pussy. 

Chizu's eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across her face as Ran was not one to bluff and he would follow through with his promises. Ran's hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her hair as he guided her down to her knees. She could feel his hardness straining against his pants and despite herself, she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Open up," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Show me how good you are at sucking cock."

Chizu parted her lips as her tongue darted out to tease the tip of his length. Ran hissed softly at the teasing action. she had barely parted her lips and started to take him into her mouth as his hips thrust forward driving him deep into her mouth as she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. She sucked and licked. Her hands roaming over his thighs as she took him deeper. 

"That's it, you filthy little whore," Ran growled, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he controlled the pace of her bobbing head, "Take it all, take every inch of me."

Chizu gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. The grip on her hair allowed Ran's hips moved in a relentless rhythm, fucking her mouth with abandon as much as he wished and she could not pull away as he took over control of the blow job. She could taste his pre-cum, salty and musky on her tongue. 

"Mmm, you're loving this, aren't you?" Ran taunted, his eyes fixed on her. 

"Sucking my dick like a good little slut." he groaned. 

Chizu moaned around his length, her eyes watered and she was sure her makeup was running down her face as she felt tears escaping her eyes. Ran's control was slipping and he wanted to see her break. With a final, powerful thrust, he came. Filling her mouth with his hot, sticky cum. Chizu swallowed, her throat working hard to take every drop and not allow any to escape past her lips.

"Now, let's see if you can take it from behind, you bitch." Ran pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva and his release.

Hands pulled her up before she could even protest. He spun her around, pushing her against the counter. A hand between her shoulder blades had her bent over and pressed down into the top of the cold counter as she was unable to escape his grip. With a lift of her skirt, her pantie clad ass was exposed . Chizu's heart was pounding, her pussy throbbing with need. She could hear the sound of the material of her panties being ripped off of her in Ran’s rush. She braced herself, her hands gripping the counter or anything she could reach. She could feel his hot tip against her folds and it brought a whimper from her lips. 

"Please" she whispered, her voice hoarse from the rough treatment. Once again she was begging though she knew this time what she was begging for. Her clit throbbed with the lack of stimulation and being so needy. Him using her face for his own pleasure had turned her on so much and she had been unable to touch herself. She was aching to be allowed to experience the ecstasy that would be Ran Haitani’s cock driving into her aching cunt. 

"You're going to take it like a good girl. Right Chizu? And you're going to love every second of it." Ran lined up his throbbing cock with her entrance, teasing her by rubbing the head up against her folds first and then her clit. He was taunting her with it and it only made her want to cry. 

“Yes! Yes I’ll be good,” She cried and whimpered about ready to start begging again. 

With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. Stretching and  filling her completely. Chizu gasped. Her body trembling as he began to pound into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. The counter edge dug into her hips as each rough thrust shoved her into the counter of the little kitchen. 

"Fuck, you feel so good. Your tight little pussy is milking my cock," Ran grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Yes... oh yes... harder..." Chizu's head was tossed back as she moaned, her breath coming in short gasps. 

Ran obliged, his pace increasing as he slammed into her. His cock hitting all the right spots over and over. Chizu's moans filled the room, her body glistening with sweat as she neared her climax.

"I'm gonna cum... oh god, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her pussy clenching around his shaft.

Ran felt her orgasm ripple through her, her pussy pulsating around his cock. It was too much for him to bear and with a final, powerful thrust, he came. He was filling her with his hot cum as he climaxed. They stayed like that for a moment. With her bent over the counter and him standing behind her between her spread legs, both trying to catch their breath.

Ran withdrew slowly, his softening cock sliding out of her with a wet popping sound. Chizu turned to face him, her eyes heavy with desire.

"I... I think I've learned my lesson, Haitani-san," she said, her voice soft and breathless. Ran smirked, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. 

"Good. Now, remember, I'm always here to remind you of your place, Chizu. But for now, consider this your punishment... and your pleasure."

With that he  tucked himself back into his pants, straightened his suit and walked away. Just leaving Chizu leaning over the counter, her body still trembling from the intense encounter. She knew she had crossed a line, but the punishment had been more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined.

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 6: Creep

Summary: When Luck tries to goad Magna into a fight, he has to go to extreme measures to do so.

Word Count: 1,044

Magna was proud to be a member of the Black Bulls. He loved his squad, looked up to his Captain, and donned his robe with pride. The Bulls would be everything he had dreamed of, if it wasn't for one person.

Luck.

Luck, his counterpart, who found new ways to annoy him everyday. Whether it was stealing, taunting, or just generally being a menace, Magna was done with it. He wasn't sure why Luck had always seemed particularly fixated on him. Maybe it was because they were the same age or had been recruited at the same time or how easily Magna always gave in. But he wouldn't anymore. 

He refused to fall for the blonde's little tricks and give him what he wanted. There was no way he'd be provoked into fighting Luck again.

It worked well enough for the first day. When Magna ignored his teasing, he quickly moved on to harassing Finral, making him breath a sigh of relief and allowing him to enjoy a somewhat peaceful day.

The next day was worse. Luck somehow seemed more hyper than usual, literally bouncing off the walls and terrorizing anyone in sight. Not even Yami's yelling could stop him.

Magna, like all the others, did his best to avoid him. He only could for so long.

He was out in the woods behind the base practicing his Exploding Fireball when Luck found him. He was in mid-pitch, arm raised with mana gathered in his palm, when Luck jumped onto his back, making the fireball explode right in his face.

Luck, unscathed, cackled directly in his ear while Magna seethed. 

"Hey, that one was pretty powerful! Try the next one out on me, okay?"

"Get off, you ass!" Magna hissed, pulling at Luck's arms that tightened around his neck.

"Not until you agree to fight me!"

Magna would've yelled at him again if his oxygen supply wasn't being cut off. Luck must've realized because he marginally relaxed his grip so he wasn't choking him anymore. His hand brushed across Magna's neck, making him giggle as he tried to regain his breath.

"Come on, Mags! Let's fight! You're having fun already!"

"No I'm not! Go bother someone else already!"

"Then why are you laughing like a little girl?"

He growled, face heating up and efforts to pull Luck away reinvigorated. "I didn't!"

Magna managed to wrench away one of Luck's arms which began poking at his side as the other held on tighter. "Yes you did! Girly Magna!"

He grunted, trying to squirm away from Luck's touch. He didn't know if Luck knew what he was doing, but he didn't want him of all people to know how embarrassingly ticklish he was. 

He knew how to stop it. But he didn't want to give into Luck so easily. The battle-obsessed freak would have to find someone else to fight this time. He was a man. He could handle a little tickling and remove Luck with some of his dignity still intact. His resolve slowly crumbled as Luck continued poking him, more giggles slowly breaking through.

"See? You did it again!"

Magna kept quiet. He knew if he tried to talk he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter anymore. Luck's hand moved too fast for Magna to grab it, darting around to poke randomly at his torso. Switching between swatting at Luck's free hand and pulling at the one wrapped around him, he desperately tried to free himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip to try and maintain his composure. 

Luck hummed in thought, "Why do you keep laughing? Is it because I'm poking you?"

His blush deepened as he shook his head. "Shut uhuhup!"

He experimentally squeezed his side, and Magna couldn't hold it back anymore. A bark of laughter burst from him as he swatted at him and squirmed. 

Luck, the bastard, laughed at him. "You're pretty weird, Mags."

He was weird, and he took pride in it. He was a weird, off-putting delinquent. That's what it meant to be a Black Bull. But that, for whatever reason, was the last straw for Magna. 

He held his hand behind his back, drawing mana, and exploded a fireball on both of them. Luck cackled in delight, electricity singeing Magna's back as he finally jumped off to face him head-on.

Afterwards, Magna panted, lying on the forest floor next to his asshole friend who was relishing in his victory. 

"That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"No," Magna sighed, glaring at Luck over his sunglasses.

Luck sat up, kneeling beside and peering at Magna with an odd look on his face. Before Magna could ask him what he was doing, he reached out to poke Magna's side again, making him jerk back with a gasp.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Magna sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest to protect himself while wearily eyeing Luck. "You're the one who keeps doing it, asshole!"

The audacious fucker looked annoyed like Magna was the problem. He shifted, pulling at strands of grass and slowly shook his head. "No. You keep laughing whenever I touch you."

"Wha—you… do you not know what tickling is?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, "then I guess I'll have to show you."

Luck didn't object; he only looked curiously at Magna who dove forward, scribbling his hands across his stomach.

Shrieking, Luck shoved Magna away and jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach.

Magna laughed at his overreaction. Luck might have been even more ticklish than him. "That's tickling. Seriously, that's never happened to you before?"

"No. It's weird."

"Yeah, well, since you already got me…" Magna stood up, inching towards Luck with a menacing look, "it's only fair if I get revenge."

Luck, the fool, was never one to back down from a fight. Even one he was certain to lose.

Magna tackled him, and they wrestled around on the ground, laughing as they were covered with dirt and grass and leaves. Luck pinned him first, experimentally prodding at his skin while he giggled helplessly. After he had his fun, Magna flipped them over and dug into Luck's hips until he was screaming.

As it turned out, Magna could enjoy a fight with Luck.

[dracoqueen22]

For @fuzipenguin who prompted: 'Rude/Cloud/Reno, the exception, not the rule'

They always share. 

That’s the rule. Rude always shares with Reno, and Reno always shares with Rude, and they never share more than once because no one else actually matters. They’re toys or distractions or brief surges of lust. 

But it figures pretty boy Cloud would be the one exception. This is… what? The fifth time they’ve had that blond bastard between them? Rude would know; Reno’s lost count. There’s something about him that they just can’t quit. 

Like right now. 

Cloud’s naked, bouncing up and down on Rude’s cock like it’s his job, his wrists cuffed behind his back and sweat sheening all over that pale skin of his. Pale, unmarked skin because fuck Soldiers and their super-fast healing. Bastard doesn’t have a single scar on him. 

Rude’s leaned back in the chair, all comfortable, but still wearing his suit. Took off the jacket because cumstains are a bitch to get out, and he’s rolled up his sleeves the way he knows Reno likes, but he’d only opened his pants enough to get his cock out and into Cloud. 

Fuck, it just don’t get better than this. 

Reno finally stands from where he’s been watching the show. He takes the last swig of his beer and sets it aside. Rude looks at him – not Cloud, despite all that muscle twitching, soft whimpering he’s making – and Rude’s eyes are an invitation. So Reno strolls on over and leans on Rude’s shoulder, whispers in his partner’s ear all seductive-like. 

“How’s he feel?” he asks with a friendly nip to Rude’s ear. 

Those big hands tighten on Cloud’s waist. Pull him back and into stillness so Rude can push up for a nice and deep grind. 

“Tight,” Rude grunts, his thumbs pressing dimples to the left and right of Cloud’s spine. 

“Better than me?” Reno asks, not because he’s suddenly feeling replaced, but because it makes Cloud tighten up when they talk about him like he isn’t there. 

Rude chuffs. “Don’t be stupid.” He plants his feet and thrusts up, jolting a cry out of Cloud from behind clenched teeth. “You want him next?” 

“Nope.” Reno pops the word and nips Rude’s ear. “I want him now.” 

Rude’s breathing hitches. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead that Reno tastes with his lips. “I’m not done.” 

Yeah, but sharing is caring, right? 

“His mouth’s free, ain’t it?” Reno asks, and both of them shudder at that – Rude all over as he drags Cloud down for another one of those deep grinds he likes, and Cloud visibly tensing, his fingers curling into tight fists as he fights off a moan. 

Reno doesn’t wait for an answer. He strides around so he can see Cloud’s face, and his dick, already frustrated at not getting wet inside a squirming blond, gives a hard twitch and blurt of pre. 

Cloud looks wrecked. The kind of wrecked Reno feels after a good dicking from Rude, face all flushed, hair limp, cock purple and dripping, nipples tight and red from Rude playing with ‘em earlier, eyes all bright but hazy. He’s trying to glare at Reno, and it’s a pretty cute attempt. Cloud always acts like this, like he didn’t show up on their doorstep specifically to get fucked unconscious. Like he’s their dirty little secret and it’s not the other way around. 

“How about it, soldier boy?” Reno asks as he gets a grip of Cloud’s chin and runs the pad of his thumb over Cloud’s lower lip. “Your mouth good for more than bullshit?” 

Cloud’s tongue flicks over the tip of Reno's thumb. He’s trying to glare again, but his breathing is all quick and hot. “Is yours?”  

Reno barks a laugh. “My mouth is the best in this room,” he declares, which Rude agrees with a hum. “But you haven’t earned that yet.” 

He keeps hold of Cloud’s jaw, tilts his head down to watch as Reno thumbs open his belt, his button, his zipper, lets his pants sag down and his dick pop free. He gives himself a stroke and squeeze, pre spilling out around the ring in his slit. 

“Come on,” Reno purrs as he pulls Cloud’s head down and Rude helps out, the way a best partner does, until Cloud’s right where he needs to be, staring right at Reno’s dick. “Give him a lick like a good boy.” 

Reno says ‘lick’. He expects the bright-eyed glare that flicks up at him. He waits for the muttered sarcastic comment. He is not ready for the way Cloud attacks his dick like a starving man at a buffet. Cloud gobbles him down like he’s not happy without a dick in his mouth, no finesse, no style, just straight up tongue and throat, and Reno’s knees go weak. 

“Fuck,” he breathes and buries his hands in silky blond hair. He’s got Cloud’s nose in his pubes, and Cloud’s throat tight around his dick, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to last. 

Especially not when Rude fucks Cloud forward, like he’s fucking Cloud onto Reno’s dick, and it’s just like that. Because Reno rocks his hips, matches Rude’s rhythm like the partners they are, and there Cloud is, spitroasted between them like he belongs there. 

Never more than once, they told each other. Never more than once, but here Cloud is for the sixth or seventh time, and Reno already knows there’s gonna be an eighth. Cloud’s gonna show up again, looking all wet and pathetic and greedy, and Reno’s gonna haul him inside, shove his tongue down Cloud’s throat right before Rude drags them both off to bed. 

It’s inevitable. 

***

[one-annon]

RUSTYNAILSHIPPING DRABBLE

-- ADAM FAULKNER/SCOTT TIBBS - RUSTYNAILSHIPPING --

i might make these into a little series..like a small thing leading up to the scott tibbs documentary... stacy is the lead singer for WOTG! shes an oc and you can find her on @wr4th-of-the-gods :)

scott sighs as he flips open his phone. he was lying out on the couch he once shared with his best buddy. his buddy who has been missing for months. by this point, scott was sure he was dead..but he didnt want it to be true. so like anyone in denial, he copes. usually with another rolled up joint or another swig of stolen shitty beer.

the phone rang. that dumb little ringtone he had set for adam. he waited. and waited. and waited. scott wouldnt admit the small part of him that hoped and prayed the boy would answer. he never admitted to his feelings toward adam. they were gross. they made him vulnerable. he cant be vulnerable. not when he had a front to uphold.

the call went to voicemail. its been doing that since adam had first gone missing. the only sign of where that stupid boy was had to be a fucking new report didnt it? he remembers trying not to cry as lark told him the news.

"adams gone missing. news is saying it was a jigsaw game.." lark had told him. "some guy made it out. lawrence gordon. yknow him?"

of course he knew fucking lawrence gordon. that was that freak adam told him he had to take pics of. that cheating son of a bitch. did he kill adam? maybe he was the fucker that put him in that damn room. he left adam to fucking die. he fucking killed adam!

since then, scotts felt a deep hatred for this stupid doctor guy. if he saw that blonde bastard, he'd learn the other reason scott wore rings.

he waited for that stupid beep. "hey adam." he choked out, hating how his voice cracked. "i uh..i miss you a lot man. i dont even know if you have your fuckin' phone..this is stupid." he paused. a long, depressing pause. "…please call me if you can."

he hung up, setting down the phone with a long drawn out sigh. what was he going to do? adam was gone and he was alone.

scott hated being alone. hes never felt truly alone since he met adam and now…now he feels like hes lost everything. his everything. he felt ike his life purpose was stripped away from him and he doesnt know what to do or how to feel.

he could hear his bandmates in the other room. they were supposed to be practicing for their next gig but scott couldnt bring himself to get up, let alone rock out. they said they understood how he felt but he knew they didnt. how could they understand?

the rocker sat up, his head in his hands. he wouldnt cry. he cant cry. not over adam. he heard a voice behind him, high pitched. he didnt register what was said and personally, he couldnt care less. fuck them.

the weight on the couch shifted as someone sat down. a gentle hand was on his shoulder. he knew who it was - stacy. the girl of the group. he moved his arm sharply, forcing her away from his space. "fuck off!" he shouted, his words missing the bite they usually had.

"scott.." she whispered, "whats going on? youre not yourself." she didnt know who he fucking was! she didnt know shit!

scott stood from his seat, grabbing his phone and the keys to his truck. "shut the fuck up! god- you all are so-..so fucking annoying! all i want is a moment of peace in this fucking house!" he opened the front door, slamming it shut behind himself.

no one dared to go after him, even if he silently wished they would. fuck, what happened to him? one god damn person goes missing and suddenly hes a pathetic loser who doesnt know how to fucking take care of himself or his stupid pussy feelings.

his truck shifted under his weight as he climbed in, gripping the wheel with such force that his knuckles whitened under his grip. he stayed still for a long moment, catching the breath he didnt know he was holding.

"FUCK!" he screamed into the night air, banging his forehead against the top of his steering wheel. he groaned immediately after, his hand pressed to his forehead as pulled away from the wheel. what the hell was he thinking?

in all truth, he wasnt thinking. he couldnt think of anything else besides that stupid photographer. it's been that was for so long. scott doesnt know why hes so fucking desperate for adam to come back. it's like no one fucking cared. his best friend since the age of 5 was missing and no one cared but himself.

he would think adam's brothers would give some sort of shit but he's heard nothing. blinking away the tears in his eyes, scott pulled the truck door shut, staring out the window and into the night sky. he furrowed his brows, thinking hard about his next move.

what was this jigsaw guy even about? why did he choose adam of all people? hell, scott wouldve been a better player than him! at least he had the balls to complete some challenge. he could cut off his own foot if he needed to.

he looked at his phone, picking it up again. it was stupid but it was his coping. who the fuck had any right to judge him about his coping? he was scott tibbs! he knew what he fuckin needed. he dialed adams number again.

and he waited. and waited. and waited.

'youve reached adam faulkner, im not able to come to the phone right now…'

scotts fingers tightened around his phone at that stupid voice.

'uh..yeah. you know what to do.'

he waited for the beep, his eyes burning with the effort to not cry. scott covered his mouth with his hand, staring out the windshield.

"i miss you." was all he said at first, his voice cracking.

"i miss you more than youd ever know, ads. im-.." scott paused. he shouldnt be saying this. what if the others get hold of his phone? whatever. fuck them. "im nothing without you. i get that now. i- i cant sleep, cant play, cant think without you. please come home."

i love you is how he wanted to end it, but he wouldnt let anyone know that. not even adam himself. if he was even alive anymore.

credit to @djarrex for the silly little dividers <3

[meanderingfamilytree]

Contains: M!Bailey, GN!Reader, incest

Imagine that you are Bailey’s child, but brought up in a orphanage all the same. It is a choice purely out of convenience. Everyone knows that you are Bailey’s child, even Bailey himself, but that doesn’t keep you safe from his fits of anger at the orphan brats, nor the paper thin walls of the orphanage bedrooms. It’s rather easy to forget that you are different from everyone else, sometimes. To just pretend that fucking bastard isn’t, actually, your biological father.

Perhaps you would even prefer that. To be an orphan and nothing more. But it gets increasingly hard to ignore the resemblance between you two as you grow into your features, with a rather uncannily similar scowl that you both tend to make when displeased. You try to scrub free the hints of him from your body; bleaching your hair blond, wearing contacts, never wearing black that Bailey exclusively prefers. Yet your efforts are futile. You are still his child, despite it all.

Bailey never seems eager to do much parenting, except the occasional, rather dismissive question on whether you haven’t dropped out of school yet. So it surprises you when he doesn’t start asking for the weekly payments that all other orphans after reaching 18 is expected to make. Despite your better judgement, you ask him why. He looks back at you incredulously, as if you had asked him why the sky is purple. I don’t know if it had slipped your dumb little mind, but you are my child, not an orphan, the last time I checked. And your money is mine, anyway. Why would I take it? You scoff at that answer. Because really, that is some prime bullshit.

This precarious balance of mutual distaste continues until you feel a need to barge into his office one day, demanding him to let Robin go. The negotiation never had any hope to sail smoothly, not when he asks if you have any money to pay him off then. You don’t. You didn’t make saving money much of a habit, not when you never had a nefarious figure in your life demanding payment at the end of each week. When you tell him just that, he shrugs. As if that’s the end of the conversation.

Something burns fiercely within your stomach. Not quite hot, no, but a stilted coldness that expands by the second. It is pure madness as you impulsively start to unbutton your shirt, pull down your trousers. That certainly gets his attention, as he chokes on his own breath.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he asks. Perhaps. Probably. Do most people strip in front of their absent and despicable father as a method of payment? You doubt it.

“I heard from a few of the the older orphans that you can be persuaded to take this as payment instead. Is that untrue?”

“You are,” he looks positively murderous now, “my child.”

“I’m not your child,” you snap. “You don’t get to call me that. Not you.” And you are grateful for your hatred towards him, truly, because you don’t think you could stripped down in such a manner in front of anyone you love. Bailey’s eyes land on your now bare chest and the panties discarded on the floor, and there, there is the evidence of his guiltiness. He can no longer feign innocence, now when something primal flickered in his eyes for a second. You straddle his lap without shame, kiss him hard and sloppily, feeling the scratch of his hastily shaved chin. It tastes like any other man; funny, you expected kissing your own father to be wildly different.

It is like any other cock when you are bouncing on it, too. He whispers in your neck that you take after your whore mother, who apparently had a nice piece of ass. You moan, all loose and soft, despite wanting to claw his eyes out. Fingers grip your waist to use it as a convenient handle to slam your body down, hard, on his cock. For someone so reluctant in the beginning, Bailey is awfully eager now.

When he comes inside you, it is warm, dripping, enough to finally quench the burning fire in your stomach. You shudder, laying limply against his chest, breathing deeply. Though a sudden, unexpected urge to cry threatens you, you wish it away quickly enough by thinking of Robin. Your consolation is the fact that Bailey looks as stricken as you feel inside.

So when he orders you to get the fuck out, you obey him—for once. For this is payment done, a debt dusted. And if your hole still is wet and aching from the fucking, you try not to think about it too much while you limp back to your own room. Bailey will be thinking about it, instead, for the entirety of next week.

[spahhzy]

Jaune smiled tenderly at the heartwarming scene of Ruby getting hugged to death by the rest of her teammates, happy that everything had worked out in the end.

Almost everything.

He turned around, and his eyes caught sight of the sitting Neo, who looked defeated and lost after being freed from the bastard cat. She was clutching her side as it bled from Ruby's final attack.

Jaune sighed, knowing he was probably going to make a big mistake.

It's over, I have nothing left

Was the current thoughts of Neo as she just gripped the wound, trying to get her aura to start back up so she could heal.

Why bother?

Came an intrusive thought as Neo crestfallen look deepend.

What more is their to go on? Roman's gone, and revenge did nothing.

Maybe it would be better for here to just let the blood flow and sink away into death?

Neo just continued to let those negative thoughts invade her mind, not hearing the sound of boots walk up right next to her.

A shadow casted over her, and Neo looked up behind her to see that blonde man staring back at her.

Neo just glared at him as if saying,'What do you want?'

But Jaune said nothing he just looked at her with those blue eyes as if searching for something.

Neo turned away from him and just used her other hand to try and shoo him off to little success.

Suddenly, she heard him move, and part of her wondered if he was going to strike her down a thought that she sort of relished, she would finally be free of this torment.

...but that not what happened as she felt a hand on her shoulder before a warm feeling started spreading over her body.

Wha-

Soon, she felt her aura surge back up within her as the large wound was quickly beginning to heal.

She looked at the man behind her as he concentrated his on healing her. It wasn't long before Neo' s wound had closed leaving a slight scar.

Baffled Neo just tilted her head to Jaune, whomst stood back up.

"I won't say you didn't deserve everything you got," he told her as he walked in front of her. "You've done some pretty terrible things to my friend, things I'm not sure she could forgive you for," Jaune said to her as Neo looked back to Ruby, whomst was still being dotted on by her team.

" So now the next question is what will you do next?" He asked her."Will you still keep on this sad quest for vengeance?" Neo shook her head, remembering the feeling of emptiness she got when she succeeded.

Neo just shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed the sides of Roman's hat on her head and just thumbs the outer rim.

" That belonged to your partner, didn't it?" Jaune asked, observing Neo actions.

She narrowed her eyes at him but nodded.

" I'm not judging you or anything, I too have a momento of my partner," Jaune said as he reached behind his head and undid his partners sash that tied his hair up before showing it to Neo who looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

" She passed too," he told her, and Neo stared still at the red sash.

"But... I think now I've come to grips with it, finally ready to move on from it " he told Neo as he squeezed the red sash.

"This is not me trying to pity you, I think you don't deserve pity from any of us," Jaune said to her as Neo just shifted her gaze elsewhere.

" But I won't lie and say I don't sympathize with you," he told her, earning a raised eyebrow from Neo before it turned into a glare.

" Yeah, you don't want my sympathy well, unfortunately. That's what you're getting." To that, Neo just gave him the finger.

"Look, I know you think you have nothing left to go back home too, but maybe you can figure that out and not let this be the last chapter in your story," Jaune said as Neo let out a silent sigh.

"This depressing chapter of yours is over, but I'd like to think the story of Neopolitan is just getting started," He told her as he looked at the sash In his hand before finally letting it go as it flew away into the wind.

"Just like how that chapter of mine is done," he said to her before looking back to the mute.

"How you start this next one is on you; either you sit here be stuck and maybe ascend and become something totally new or..." Jaune said to her as he then extended his hand, the one that had his partners red sash in .

Neo looked at the hand, and then back to blonde haired man, it was almost like a feeling of Deja-vu for Neo, in a way, as just like how she met Roman at her lowest and he offered her something, here was this blonde haired...Knight?

Offering her something too, what it was she wasn't so sure but something inside her said to take a leap.

" You can come along and see where your story really takes you?"