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subbmissivesuccubus · 8 months

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Bully - Part 2

Summary : Your new life as Geto and Gojo's personal fuck toy has begun. You thought you'd get a moment of peace when you and all your classmates went out for drinks...but why would you assume something so silly?

a/n : Aight you degenerates (with love) here's part 2. Hope you like it. I made it extra long and extra filthy for you, you better appreciate it.

Disclaimer : Contains Bully Gojo and Geto X Fem reader. Free use dynamic. Humiliation. Like a lot of humiliation. Public indecency. Exhibitionism. Pantsing. Dub con warning.

Taglist : @xstormstriderx @lovely-lady-tits @brianmaysclog @obanais-biggest-fan @sp1dermanluvr @spongesquid04 @krishnaabhistha @ihateuguys @misscaller06 @ksvvvn @collectionofdolls @otakuweebs-world @winterlovessanemi

Geto sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, steam following him from the hot shower he just enjoyed. A towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair dripping over his shoulders, he took a second to look at himself in the mirror, noting that his physique had grown a bit more sculpted thanks to all of their work.

"You better hurry it up." he said, addressing the other people in his room as he opened his closet and grabbed his clothes, "We need to leave in like, ten minutes."

"Fu- ah- ah- mmhm- ah!"

"Yeah, yeah." Gojo grunted, gritting his teeth, "I'm almost done."

Geto chuckled as he started getting dressed, the sound of your moans and pleas almost like background noise. Gojo had you on your hands and knees on Geto's bed, the white haired man pounding into you from behind mercilessly. Both of you were still dressed in your uniforms, your pants and underwear simply pulled down while Gojo just fished his dick out.

"Thought you would keep it in your pants long enough to not delay us from leaving, Satoru." Geto said as he pulled up his trousers.

"Huh?" Gojo responded, hips still thrusting into you, too focused on his pleasure, "You say something?"

Geto rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed before grabbing you by the back of the head and pushing you down harshly. You yelped as your face collided with the mattress, your moans now muffled by the fabric. Geto's grip on your was rock solid, rendering you unable to move an inch.

The man clicked his tongue at you in annoyance, "So fucking loud...anyway," he turned back to Gojo, "I said, I thought you'd be able to not fuck her when we need to leave soon."

"I- shit - I wasn't planning on fucking her." Gojo said, raising his hand before giving your ass a sharp slap, making you squeal into the mattress, "But I was just casually groping her tits and fuck- got horny~"

Geto sighed, letting go of your head and finally letting you breathe, smirking as he heard you gasp and take in deep breaths. "Well, if the others get mad at us for being late, i'm blaming you."

"Blame this bitch." Gojo said, giving you another spank, "Not my fault she's so fuckable. Isn't that right? Hmm?" another slap to the ass and you knew your skin was turning a flaming hot red, "Why don't you apologize to us, hmm?"

"I-I-I'm s-sorry~" you babbled, head in the clouds as you took your pounding, Gojo's balls slapping against your clit every-time he thrust in, "i'm sor-ry for being s-so fuckable- ah!"

Gojo barked out a laugh, his grip on your hips bruising as he chased his pleasure, loving how pathetic you were for him. Once he cums inside you, he was going to take a picture to add to his collection under the folder : Sex toy~, just as he always did.

~~~~~

After that night in the classroom, after Gojo and Geto took turns fucking you and making you cum over and over again on their tongues, fingers and cocks- you were now their personal toy. To bully. To play with. To fuck whenever they wanted.

They left you in that room on the floor, pussy dripping with cum, your chest covered in white and your jaw aching from all the sucking. But before they left, they made sure to take plenty of pictures before Geto told you:

"You're our personal fuck toy from now on, understand? We wouldn't want these pictures to float around now, do we?"

A silent threat but everyone involved knew you didn't need to be threatened. And ever since then, this was the life you've accepted.

Wake up naked between the two men, still exhausted after a long night of sex. Gojo's mouth would be on your nipple or Geto's hand would be between your legs, having slept in that position. They'd grope you some more as you wiggle out of bed, your movements waking them up as well. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you'd head to class where you had to deal with their bullying as usual. In front of the others, they were the same nuisances but behind their backs, they'd grope your ass, squeeze your tits, swipe through your nudes on their phone in front of you-

Geto one time cornered you in the hallway, making sure no one was around before he gripped your top and lifted it up, exposing your bra covered chest. You whined and stayed still as he harshly pulled the cups of your bra down enough for your nipples to pop out, the man immediately bending down and sealing his lips over them. You slapped a hand over your mouth, body trembling as his sinful tongue suckled on your nipple like he was trying to milk you, knowing full well how sore your nipples would be later.

Gojo was starting to form a habit of taking a shower with you everyday. He'd break into the bathroom while you showered, regardless of when you were taking it. He always had a sixth sense and knew when you were cleaning yourself. You learned you lesson when you tired to take a shower at 2 in the morning, only for Gojo to break into your room and barge in anyway. He didn't appreciate you trying to shower without him at some ungodly time which was how you ended up with an ass spanked hot red, preventing you from sitting down without wincing in pain for two days straight.

In public, they harassed you discreetly, the others not noticing anything off about your dynamic, but little did they know that right before everyone sat down and waited for class to start, the two of them fucked your face in the hallway. You excused your red face and told everyone it was due to a cold- and not because the two men slapped your face with their heavy dicks before.

And all of that happened within the span of a few days and you had no doubt it would just get more and more intense. You couldn't help but shiver as your mind was brought back to the present, walking along a wide yet abandoned street with your group of friends.

Everyone decided to go out drinking, a celebration marking the end of a long week of exorcising curses. Utahime invited you along with, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara and of course, Gojo and Geto. After Gojo came on your ass, you quickly cleaned up and got back in your uniform to join the group just as they were about to leave. Utahime snapped at Gojo and Geto, accusing them of being bad influences and making you arrive late as well. They simply joked and waved it off, the group thankfully not noticing your blushing face.

Everyone naturally divided into smaller pairs as you walked on the road, Utahime claiming this was a shortcut. You, Geto and Gojo trailed behind the rest of them, a few steps slower but still able to involve yourself in conversation and respond when you need to. You laughed as MeiMei told everyone another story about how she managed to extort money off of some random guy, a momentary peace among the chaos you'd come to expect.

There's no way they'd try anything when you were right behind the group, right?

Right?

You were too focused on listening to their conversation and having deluded yourself with the false confidence, that you failed to see Geto and Gojo slow down their pace so they were a step behind you- and you failed to notice Geto pull his phone out and start recording- two actions that would normally have you on guard.

You were only reminded of them again when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, Gojo's long fingers digging into the fabric of your pants but before you could say anything or even move your head to look at him-

He tightly fisted your pants and pulled them down in one fell swoop.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as your other hand went between your legs despite that doing nothing to help your situation. You were in public- right behind your group of friends with your pants on the ground- bare legs and panties exposed to the world.

Blood rushed to your face so fast it almost made you dizzy, quickly bending down to pull your pants up before anybody saw you. Your only focus was to cover yourself back up so you just had to ignore the fact that when you bent down, you were practically showing off your panty covered pussy and ass to your two bullies.

As you grabbed your pants, you could feel Gojo hook a finger into the crotch of your panty before pulling it aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cold evening air. With a wink to the camera, he leaned forward and took a greedy lick of your cunt, tongue dragging from your clit upto your hole. He would have kept eating you out were it not for you pulling you pants back up and straightening your body. And it was just in time too as Utahime looked behind her shoulder, wondering why the footsteps behind her stopped.

Luckily for you, your pants were pulled up and all she saw was Gojo and Geto laughing at you.

"Hey! Are you two bullying her again?" Utahime snapped, taking note of your red face which she chalked up to frustration, "You're so annoying! Leave her alone!"

"Just friendly banter, Utahime." Gojo said, still in his crouched position on the ground, "Isn't that right?" he asked, directly addressing you. You gulped as you looked into Gojo's piercing blue eyes, eyes that always took your breath away. You could tell Utahime about what actually happened and you knew, even if it was Gojo, the others would rush to your side to help-

"I-It's fine, Senpai." you said, trying to keep your voice stable, ignoring Geto's snort of laughter behind you, "they're just teasing."

"Well, if you say so." Utahime said, pouting, "But you tell me if they're annoying you too much!"

"Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, Utahime?" Gojo teased, hopping back on his feet to skip towards the group, "You're a weakling, afterall~"

"Hey! Watch your manners!"

You stiffened as Geto walked up behind you, the man throwing an arm around your shoulder before the two of you started walking, a few steps behind the group. His fingers kept brushing against the curve of your chest, not enough to feel good but enough for your nipples to harden, Geto even running his fingers in circles gently over the hardened bud.

"Fucking slut~" he growled into your ear, "You'll just let us do anything to you, won't you? Oh, dinner's gonna be fun~"

"Y-You're seriously not gonna- not while everyone's around!" you whispered to him, whimpering as he suddenly gripped you tit tightly, giving it a greedy grope before letting go.

"And why do you think that? You're pretty fucking stupid, aren't you?"

Before you could say anything, Geto pushed you towards the group, both of you seamlessly joining the others as you walked. You couldn't focus on the conversation anymore, your mind only filled with countless possibilities of what Geto and Gojo were going to do to you. You gulped, hoping that the others won't see the nervous look on your face and hoping that the two men won't notice the way you were pressing your thighs together as you walk.

But of course they noticed.

~~~~~

Ok. Ok! This was ok!

A semi-crowded restaurant with bright lights. Sure, the table that was given to the group was against a wall and the three of you were sitting on the couch against said wall- and yes, the table had a long tablecloth that covered your bottom halves- but even so, they surely wouldn't do anything-

Right?

"Here you go." Nanami said, handing you a copy of the menu. You thanked the man, getting up from your seat so you could reach it, the man sitting diagonal to you. Gojo and Geto were sitting on either side of you, pressing against your sides. Fortunately - or unfortunately- nobody else wanted to share seats with the two bullies so the others adjusted themselves accordingly, leaving you at their mercy.

But since it was public and everyone was around, they'd behave themselves-

Just as you were starting to sit down, you felt the two of them grab fistfuls of your pants before they started dragging it down and within a fraction of a second, your bare ass was against the cushion and your pants were pooled down on the floor.

Oh fuck.

Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks and ears turning a bright red as you took in your predicament, so taken aback by the situation that you barely processed Gojo copping a feel of your butt. Your body trembled as you gripped onto the menu tighter, a hundred things rushing through your mind. You were pansted by these two assholes in a restaurant and the only reason no one realized was because of the table cloth covering you.

"Hey, everything ok?" Shoko asked, noticing your red face and wide eyes, "You look like you've seen a ghost. There are no curses around, right?"

"Oh- no - I- um-" you sputtered, brain lagging as you couldn't think of anything to say. But thankfully, Geto swooped in, taking the menu from your hand and starting to flip the pages.

"I think she's nervous cause we're getting alcohol." he teased as he looked through the drinks, "Poor baby doesn't wanna have a big girl drink? Maybe we can get you some milk in a sippy cup?"

"Sh-shut up!" you squeaked, his teasing now excusing your red face as you snatched the menu back from him, "I've had alcohol before! I'm an adult!"

"Oh, really?" Gojo asked, leaning into you obnoxiously, placing an elbow on your head as he applied his weight on you, "Then has this big strong adult had sex before?"

"Gojo!" Utahime barked before you could say anything, "Stop being nasty- hey, you can come sit by me if you'd like." the woman offered to you. But how could take her up on the offer? There's no way you could move- not when your pants were still on the ground. Besides, even if you did move- there's no telling what the two of them would do to compensate.

"I-It's okay." you said, trying you best to sound nonchalant, "I've gotten pretty comfortable here."

"Yeah, stop butting in!" Gojo said with a pout, "You think we're bullying her but it's all fun and games! You just don't get how we joke, Utahime."

"Again- have some manners!"

As the group got louder, arguments between Gojo and your senpai mixed with the others figuring out what to order, your mind raced, trying to figure out how to get your pants back on (a predicament you'd never imagine being in). Maybe you could drop a utensil, get under the table and use that as leverage to pull your pants back up...

But almost like he could read your mind, you saw your phone (which you had thankfully taken out of your pockets and placed on the table before your pants were pulled down) brighten up with the signs that you got a message. Geto bumped you lightly with his elbow, a silent order that you needed to read that message. With a gulp, you picked up the phone, eyes widening slightly as you read a text from the raved haired man:

If you try to put your pants back on, we're taking off your panties too.

Fuck.

"So, is everyone ready to order?" Nanami asked, offering to keep track of what everyone wanted so they could give it to the waiter. You managed to squeak out your decision, hoping that the alcohol will excuse any redness that would definitely be on your cheeks. You jumped as you felt Geto start to grope your butt as well, the man running his warm palm in circles over a cheek before his fingers started tugging at the fabric of your panties.

The environment faded into the background and your body was on autopilot mode. You were reacting appropriately to things that you weren't even processing, shoveling the food into your mouth without sensing any of the flavor, downing the alcohol without registering the burn of the liquid. All you could think about was how you were in your panties with the two men groping you to their hearts content.

At one point, Geto grabbed your panties harshly and started pulling up, making you squeal as gave you a wedgie, your underwear pulled tight against your cunt, the cloth now lodged between your ass-cheeks, making you look even lewder. Gojo let out a low whistle, pulling his phone out before discretely taking a picture, Geto holding up a peace sign next to your butt.

After pocketing his phone and pretending to be invested in other conversation, you shivered as Gojo slid his hand to your thigh, caressing your soft skin for a second before sliding it between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to deter his movements but Geto simply grabbed a knee and pulled harshly, giving you no choice but to spread them. You prayed to any deity out there that nobody would drop anything that makes them go under the table as they could easily see what was happening and you'd never live it down.

MeiMei was saying something to you as Gojo's fingers found their way to your pussy, giving your mound a gentle pat pat pat before he started running his fingers up and down your slit. Your pussy was drenched, the humiliation and risk of the situation making your body run hot, Gojo's satisfying snickers telling you that he could feel your wetness even through your panties.

Geto eventually got his hand between your legs as well, softly laughing as his fingers touched Gojo's hand before he fingered the fabric of your panties and simply pulled them aside to expose your pussy. Your bare pussy. Out in the open. Just a tablecloth away from everyone seeing.

Even picturing it put you on edge- the hypothetical faces of disgust directed at you from friends and strangers alike. They'd call you a whore- a slut- a dirty woman who's being touched in public-

"Fuck- you're so fucking wet~" Geto purred into your ear as his fingers found their way to your opening, drawing circles over it, "Nasty bitch~"

"Are you surprised?" Gojo asked, not as careful as the others were tipsy enough they weren't paying attention to their conversation, "Getting off on being humiliated like this- what a pathetic little rat!"

"Spread those legs wider, bitch. Yeah, that's it~ Good little slut~"

You couldn't help yourself as you obeyed Geto's command, spreading your legs wider and giving them more room to touch. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Geto slid two fingers inside you, starting off strong thanks to how wet you were. He started thrusting them in and out, in and out, in...and...out...curling them deliciously inside you. Gojo's fingers were rubbing circles over your clit, the perfect balance of gentle as rough as he toyed with your sensitive bud.

You were grateful that the sound of people talking and music was drowning out the nasty noise of your pussy getting fingered, Geto hitting your g-spot with practiced ease, your juices starting to stain the cushion of the couch and you could only imagine what the worker would think about said stain when you all left, the very thought making your ears a bright red. You sipped at your drink, trying your best to bite down your moans, your body trembling under their touch. Gojo was scratching at your clit with his nail, the pleasurable pain making you jump with every flick. Your legs were shaking and your toes were curling, your grip on your glass tightening and you were worried you might even crack it.

"woah, hey." Haibara said, eyes wide as he looked at you, "Maybe you should stop drinking? You look pretty drunk."

You couldn't even imagine what you looked like but no doubt your face was as red as a tomato, your panting fogging up the glass against your lips. But instead of stopping, the two of them suddenly picked up the pace, making you lurch forward and slam your head against the table. You didn't know how else to cover up your expressions, ecstasy plastered on your face as they finger fucked you.

"Oh my-" Nanami said, eyes wide, "Did she pass out?"

"Hmm? Did she?" Geto asked, leaning over to you like he wasn't knuckles deep inside you cunt, "You awake, dumb little bitch?"

"Hah! Some adult she is." Gojo teased, poking you on the back of your head, his fingers almost a blur as he rubbed at your clit in a fast pace, your juices flying everywhere, "Can't even handle her alcohol."

"Hmm, maybe we should take her home." Shoko said, "wouldn't want her to get hurt."

"Ah, but the night's barely begun!" Utahime complained, already drunk.

"We can take her home." Gojo suggested, surprising everyone with his thoughtfulness, "I'm kinda tired anyway. C'mon Suguru, let's pick her up-"

You immediately sat back up and straightened yourself, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest. His silent threat to make sure you got back up was noted, Gojo definitely more than capable of picking you up and showing everyone your bare bottoms, panty pulled to the side.

"S-Sorry." you said, your voice noticeably slurred, "I just needed a second- i'm good."

"You sure?" MeiMei asked.

"Y-Yeaaah!" you babbled, body thrumming as the boys picked up the pace again, "S-Super good- let's k-keep drinking!"

Deciding to not argue, everyone cheered, still eager to drink the night away. You leaned back against the couch cushion, your body slightly slouching as you hoped the others couldn't see the way your body was twitching from how vigorously Geto was fucking your cunt.

And Oh. Oh.

Oh, you were going to cum.

You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes at the inconceivable pleasure. In the span of a few days, these two assholes managed to figure out just which buttons to press- just how to curl their fingers and just how you like to have your clit rubbed. But were you really gonna do it? Were you really gonna cum here and now? In public? In front of everybody? How were you even going to hide it?

Gojo leaned back as well, his shoulder pressed against yours while still having easy access to your clit. "If you want to pull your pants back up," he said, loud enough for you to hear, "You have to cum."

"B-B-But-"

"B-B-but~" Gojo mocked with a laugh, raising his pitch to match your voice, "Pathetic. Just do as I say or i'll slam you on this table, rip these panties off and spread your pussy wide open for everyone to see."

"Th-they'll notice if I c-cum now-" you gasped out, toes curling and the familiar knot in your abdomen making itself known, just seconds away from snapping.

"Sounds like a you problem." Gojo said, "So, what's it gonna be?"

"I-I don't have a choice!"

"Finally, that tiny brain of yours figured it out. Now cum, you dirty bitch~"

With the final order, your body moving ahead of you, you came. But what took you by total surprise, was Geto surging forward and kissing you. You yelped into the kiss, his tongue getting shoved down your throat as you climaxed, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. Gojo hooted at the sight, rubbing at your clit mercilessly, his phone out to film as he watched you cum, your only saving graze being Suguru. The others gasped, eyes wide and jaws open as they watched the raven haired man make out with you, never expecting that to happen.

Pleasure hit you like a truck, your orgasm so intense you felt like you were close to blacking out. You panted and moaned like a bitch in heat, all of your noises being swallowed by Geto's tongue in your mouth, the man's piercing eyes open to see every expression. And what a treat it was. You looked pathetic and broken, your body trembling and your pussy gushing around him, some of no doubt staining the floor at this point. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and your fingers gripped him tightly, you were a sight to marvel at.

"Hey, where's my kiss?"

You felt a hand in your hair just as the orgasm was about to wash over you, your scalp being tugged at as you were forced to break up the kiss with Geto only for Gojo to take his place. Your eyes widened and everyone gasped again as Gojo kissed you, the lip lock with him filthy- all tongue and no love. Just how he liked it.

Oh, they weren't done with you. Not by a long shot. You still had a long night ahead.

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Part 3 will be out soon(ish)! This was getting way too long lmao so look forward to some filthy sex in the next part!

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all444miles · 11 months

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can you do miles with and earthy black girl! Like I can see him wanting her nose rings, and accessories but don’t get me started on how he SIMPS for her waist beads. He loves seeing her at school with her hair wrap and locs and her lavender and coco sent, she’s a calm person to!

thank you so much for your AMAZING work God bless❤️❤️❤️❤️

— DOWN TO EARTH

— pairing: both miles' x black!earthy!fem!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for both miles' to date an earthy girl ‹3 — a/n: quick note, the reader calls 1610 miles "bambi" as a nickname becuase he reminds her of a baby deer ‹3 (credits to my pookie for that !!) — a/n 2: I didn't know which miles you meant, so i just did both 😭 also pretend that brooklyn visions academy doesnt have a uniform.. i was tired writing this so im rlly rlly RLLLY sorry if this is bad but, i hope you like this, and enjoy !! ‹3

E-42 MILES

Miles loves being in your room. the smell of burning coconut incense, the look of your fairy lights, the small plants, it felt so chill, so peaceful. he liked that.

he always knows which incense you've used, and will pick up if you've changed them. He'll buy you some if you need any more.

"You got rid of the coconut incense? Mami, that one was my favorite." "Baby, I only have one pack left." "Oh? Aight, i'll buy you some tomorrow."

he'll never tell you, but if he misses you, he'll listen to your favorite songs that you'd always hum to yourself when you two are alone.

does he like Erykah Badu? Yes, yes he does. he'll listen to Green Eyes on his missions with his uncle whenever he gets the chance.

his uncle caught him once; one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Kid, you listenin' Erykah Badu? Ian know you into allat." "Yo chill, it's only cuz my girl like her." "Mhm. You sure you my nephew or am I trippin?" "Tio, let's just roll."

he's loves to cuddle with you, especially cause you always smell like lavender. he won't let you go either.

"Miles, I gotta get some food." "Nuh, in a minute." "Hun, you done said that 2 minutes ago." "Exactly, in a minute. I like being here."

absolutely in love with your waist beads. he loves the jewllery you were (you both have matching necklaces), but your waist beads? goes absolutely crazy whenever you wearing a crop top and you have them on.

one time you two were at a beach and you wore them with your bikini, he might as well have fell in love with you all over again. bro has his hands on your waist the whoooleee time.

"Princesa, never take off your waist beads." "Why? You like 'em?" "¿Gustarme? Chica, Dios mío, estoy enamorada de ellos." (Like them? Girl, my god, i'm in love with them.) "Miles!" "What? I'm just appreciating my queen n her style, ion see no problem."

E-1610 MILES

Miles is obsessed, like, obsessed, with your style.

if you two live close, he'll style your locs and do your head wrap for you before school.

if not, he'll come to school excited to see your ootd. that is, as if you don't send them to him everyday before school.

"You look gorgeous in your outfit, amor." "Thank you Miles. You do know i already showed you it before school, right?" "So? It's always better to see my wife's outfits in person." "Bambi, you so corny."

he draws you, all the time. look through his sketchbook and you'll find drawings of his friends from the spider society, his uncle, and thousands of you.

Instead of doing what his twin does, when he misses you, he'll draw you. He misses you a lot.

"Baby, can I see your sketchbook?" "..Uhm, yeah! Sure." "You draw me? Awwe, that's so cute."

he loves how calm you are, he actually thinks of you as an angel the way you're so peaceful.

he thinks your nose rings are so gorgeous. if you let him pick which nose ring, he'll be so honored.

adores the fact you smell like lavender. he'll always lay his head into the crook of your neck because he loves your scent sm.

like his counterpart, he's so fascinated to your waist beads. like, he just thinks you look so beautiful with em. One time, you put his hands on your waist, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

"Mami, did you know I love your waist beads?" "Yes, bambi, i know." "Nah, but I loooovvveeeee them!" "Baby, i know!" "Like, I looooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeee them!" "Love, please."

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

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hooman-tree · 10 months

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The Overthinking Embodiment Of Anxiety / Leo x Gender Neutral ! Reader .

THERE WERE MANY TIMES THAT LEO WOULD GRIMACE AND SHRIVEL UP INTO HIS OWN EMBODIMENT OF EMBARRASSMENT. But, him asking for [Name's] number in the stupidest way possible has got to be at the very top of his list. That was pretty much the only thing circling through his head, as he was currently screaming into his pillow profusely. Which was luckily muffled out.

He was currently freaking out, because somehow: Leo just happened to not only fail at leaning against the locker to the ‘awesome rizz’ he claims to have, as school today. But, he also couldn’t stop himself from stammering over his words.

In all honesty, he was one second away from puking onto [Name]. However, a quick: “I’m gonna…gonna be sick. I’ll be in the bathroom, if you need me!” managed to only further embarrass Leo, as he wasn’t able to meet up with [Name] for the rest of that day and apologise profusely for what it did.

Right now, he was still screaming urgently into his pillow, until Raph threw a pillow at him and urged him to ‘shut it up, and go get some sleep’. It was almost 3AM, and his brothers couldn’t even use their phones properly in peace to just roam about the Internet, because Leo’s screaming was consistently ruining Donnie’s Attack On Titan binge-fest Marathon, Mikey’s podcast of his favourite comedians and Raph’s blasting music that he raised up to deafen himself from Leo’s stressed out antics.

Thankfully, Leo stopped his screaming session, as soon as he felt his phone vibrate and ping from a notification popping up. He didn’t really think much into it, thinking it to be a Netflix notification. But, him choking on his own spit just proved it wasn’t even that: [Name] had sent him a message.

Almost immediately, Leo was staring intently at his phone: hesitantly clicking the notification and his phone opened up onto the messaging app.

[Name]: wassup Leo, you good after puking and throwing up in the bathroom? 😭

Leo grimaced at the teasing message, rest his head onto his other pillow, an audible sigh left him, staring up at the ceiling. “They definitely laughed after that…” With a reluctant sigh, Leo responded back.

Leo: heya [Name] & i’m all chilled out now, thanks for asking! and, sorry about that 😕 i got nervous and freaked out there

[Name]: dw mate, it’s all good & hey, at least we can chat here and still laugh abt it together later on 👍

Leo blinked mildly, clutching the phone tightly to himself, his legs wiggled about for a mere second, not able to contain his excitement. A dazed grin appeared onto his face, happily and quickly responding to [Name].

Leo: that’s sound great & i was actually wondering about something i wanted to ask you @ school before, but couldn’t today 😶

[Name]: aight👌, shoot the question @ me then man

This was when Leo kept on constantly typing for a really-really long time, to then just delete major parts of his prolonged paragraph he was wounding up in the text box. He gritted his teeth and slanted them, a nerve-wracking feeling swelled up inside of him, before he finally deleted his whole paragraph and then sent:

Leo: it’s nothing, dw

goodnight, [Name]!

[Name]: goodnight dude!!

Leo sighed, turning off his phone and he laid comfortably on his bed. He felt immensely disappointed in himself for chickening out at the last moment. But, he then remembered:

He got [Name’s] number and even managed to chat with them for a good amount of time, without even sending any stupid typos he overthought on himself to make.

A sigh of relief whipped out of his mouth from that, smiling softly in his sleep. Leo was fine with just trying to go on a date hangout with [Name] again, next time.

He’d have better luck asking them out successfully, next time.

#tmnt mm #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem #leo x reader #2023 leo x reader #gender neutral reader #tmnt mm leo x reader

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itgirlgyu · 6 months

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would this txt guy punch me if i ask him to?

context: toothache. warning: gaslighting. violence.

✷ yeonjun!

no!

honestly i think he's too much pussy to punch.

he'd be there like, with sweat running down his forehead.

his fist shaking, and his voice trembling.

if we pay even more attention to his cowardice, we could hear his teeth chattering and his chin wobbling.

his wussy behavior would put me off

instead we just visit the dentist on his debit card

he can't be more thankful for that even though now he's in debt because of it.

✷ soobin!

he's been waiting for a chance honestly.

"soobin could you punch me bro i hav—"

"aight square up."

he's taken the right position to land the perfect punch.

he's hunched back and has been pulling his wrist back while supporting it with his other hand.

and in that moment he looks like he's actually taking his vengeance instead of helping you

there's a literal twinkle in his eyes.

that's not the soobin we know.

i fear for my life so i will be fleeing that scene

and ending my friendship.

✷ beomgyu!

he might.

some gaslighting and emotional blackmailing needed tho.

he's like, "no how could i?"

while removing his rings and freeing the tension in his wrist, getting ready to hit the mark.

might shed tears as he measures the distance and the amount of force he might need to excert.

enlightenment hits like this man would actually end up caving my jaw in

so i refuse with a flower in my hands as peace treaty 🌹

he agrees and we both hapilly live together while planning an extensive plan to get shit done on someone else's bill.

✷ taehyun!

straight up refuses without even listening to the reasoning.

refuses even more vehemently after listening to the reasoning.

like he too is a hater of capitalism but apparently refusing to going to the dentist is something only an imbecile would do

sure taehyun that doesn't sound like hypocrisy at all 🙄

might start lecturing on dental hygiene and then gives an array of things to help the ache

okay but i would literally bite my own tongue to stop myself from making even a bit of sound in front of him

bc you make one sound and he's looks like he'd grab your hair and drag you to the dentist.

✷huening kai.

yeah lmao he wouldn't.

although he'd empathise

but that's all he would do.

does a lil "oh poor you" everytime he comes in and then back to going whatever he had been doing.

might ask after a day or two like oh how's your toothache?

probably uses this chance and make a gift list with whole mouth wash, and pain killer and all that basket for christmas.

doesn't eat anything sweet in front of you bc he thinks it's rude.

oh my poor hyuka ily

but a true blue idgaf king.

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schoenht · 8 months

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↳ soft mornings

character: ace trappola

a/n: aight so which one of you losers wants to hear the drama as to what's happening and why i'm so bad at updating </3 /hj ANYWAYS NYAHAHAAHHAHA fluff no plot bc. yes. @kunikame teehee

To Ace, his heart was one that beat to its own rhythm, but the rhythm was your presence. Once you walked into the room, Ace could not help himself from teasing you openly, if only for the palaces and oceans he created with his declaration of love that he hid internally. His vulnerability did not shine at first in your relationship. However, he slowly warmed up to you, feeling like snow melting from the spring sun.

What more could he say other than he was in love with you? No. He wasn't in love. There were no words that could properly describe how he wanted to caress you, hold you in his arms. The universe's greatest blessings did not matter to him if they did not involve your loving gaze, your soft kisses. To him, the greatest blessing he could possibly receive was one where he could eternally be yours.

Thoughts of you filled his mind no matter where he went. Even in the morning, when he saw how you changed from being conscious to your sleepy persona, he melted. Ace wrapped his arms from behind you, his fingertips gently drumming against your waist. His chin moved to your shoulder before he moved his face into your neck.

No words needed to be said. This was all the "good morning" he needed. Your hands stayed on his for a bit before he entwined your fingers together so that your hands stayed beneath his. He could tell you had just woken up from under the cozy blanket based alone on how warm you were. With a soft kiss to your neck, he mumbled, "Good morning. Go sit back down, I'll make breakfast."

"The Ace Trappola, making breakfast for me?"

"Fine, I'll go sleep again then."

You grinned as he teased you and you teased him back. With a hand on his back and slowly tracing circles, your routine fell into place. While he cooked, he stood beside you. His hand was in your hair, scratching your scalp softly. Your head stayed on his shoulder and he placed his against yours.

The sun shone with all its might into the windows to bring a semblance of peace, an image of joy. But his joy belonged to you and these sweet moments in the morning, when his entire world was composed of just you and him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace x reader #ace x mc #ace x you #ace x y/n #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola x mc #ace trappola x you #ace trappola x y/n #ace trappola x yuu #ace x yuu #IK THIS IS KINDA SHORT I'M SO SORRY

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myir0nlung · 11 months

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I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING..

hobie brown

IN WHICH, hobie hates talking about his canon event, especially since it involves your death..

angst, reader dies, few swears, tried to keep it gender neutral

He was supposed to save you.

He was supposed to be the hero.

He was supposed to make sure no one would harm you.

He was supposed to not let you die.

It had been eating him up inside ever since that horrible, shitty day.

It was like any other day, Hobie leaving the comfort of your shared apartment to fight whoever was causing trouble. It was basically a routine by now. You two had ate a takeout dinner, lounged on the couch for a bit before Hobie took off into the city that never slept. It was like this every night. Every damn night.

Tonight was like ever other, Chinese takeout scattered across the messy coffee table Hobie found on the side of the road. A movie was playing but neither of you were watching it. Instead Hobie was laying on top of a few raggedy pillows with you on top of him. His arm was lazily slung across your waist as he toyed with your belt loops. You were tapping a beat out on Hobie, that making him smile. It was lazy moments like these that made him forget about how trashy the world was, made him forget about everything else and just focus on you.

Well that was until his flip phone was ringing. You raised your eyebrows at him as he picked up the phone call. You could hear distant shouts and a crash come from the dingy old flip phone. Hobie grumbled into the phone, snapping it shut and discarding it some where on top of the hectic mess you called a coffee table.

“Osborn acting out again, aight? Gonna’ need to go deal with his arse.” Hobie angrily grumbled. Couldn’t he just enjoy a peaceful moment with his partner?

“Right..” You mumbled. You pulled yourself out of Hobie’s embrace and sat back on the couch, now just by yourself. Hobie kissed your forehead lightly as he pulled on his battle vest. He hopped over the couch and looked around his boots.

“If Osborn ain’t a big wanker today should be home by 12, so no need to stay up late to see me yeah?” Hobie now by the window, perched on it. His mask was laying limp in his hands. It looked kind of funny, the red fabric with large metal spikes was just crumpled up in his large hands.

“You know I’ll always stay up to see you Hobe’s.. you can’t stop me.” You teased. Hobie rolled his eyes and moved to jump out into the smoggy city, but you said his name quickly preventing him from moving away further. He looked back to see you peeking over the couch, chin resting on your palm.

“Love you~!” You sing-singed. That got a chuckle out of Hobie as he returned the words with a wink. Then with one movement he disappeared into the night sky, which wasn’t very dark from the amount of light pollution in New London.

It had only been a few minutes before another noise caught your attention. Someone was were Hobie was, peering in through the open window. Of course it scared you, but it suddenly got a lot worse when it came in to get you.

Hobie was in a back alley way with Captain Anarchy, hiding from Osborn and his stupid venom robots. One had landed a decent gash on his chest which was why he was hiding out. Captain Anarchy was explaining something to him, something about where one of the potential weak spots was on a mech. Hobie was listening at first until his spider senses took over.

Loud ringing plagued his ears, a throbbing pain overtook his mind. Hobie grunted in pain as he gripped his hair with such force that it ripped some out. Though he didn’t notice as his spider sense flared up like crazy. The ringing got louder and louder.. the throbbing pain thumping like a bass in a rockin’ punk song..

Captain Anarchy was at Hobies side instantly, trying to get through to him. He gripped his shoulders as he tried pulling him up right. His lips were moving but Hobie couldn’t hear a word. Hobie closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. The ringing and pain didn’t go away but it subsided enough for him to finally be aware of his surroundings.

“Hobie! Hobie, can ya hear me?” Captain Anarchy questioned. He had one hand on Hobies shoulder and the other about to slap him. Hobie saw that and pushed him off of himself.

“Fuckin’ spider sense.. just keep going. I’ll be up in a quick second.” Hobie brushed him off as he sat against the cold brick wall. Captain Anarchy said something and left but Hobie didn’t bother listening. He was confused.. why did he spider sense flare up..?

A scream pierced the air. One that sounded all too familiar. It jolted Hobie from his thoughts. He pulled his mask down again and found his way out of the alley, only to be met with a horrifying sight.

Osborn gripping you with one of his stupid venom mechs.

That sparked something in Hobie, it was like a fire had been lit. He desperately webbed around to try and beat Osborn up. He tried smashing the mech’s up, trying to shatter the pilot window so he pull that greedy fucker out. But nothing was working. Too much was happening, too much was going on for Hobie to realize what Osborn was doing.

Quickly Osborn scaled a building, pulling himself to the top. The old building was crumbling because of the impact from the fight but the pressure from the venom caused it to break more. When finally at the top Osborn turned to meet Hobie.

“If you really want your petty partner back so bad Spiderman, go fetch!” He taunted. But nothing could prepare Hobie for what happened next.

He dropped you, right off the side of the crumbling building. Debris fell with you as Hobie dived after you without a second thought. Your screams pierced his ears as Osborns horrible laugh echoed into the background.

You knew Hobie wasn’t going to get you. He was simply too far away. If he tries webbing you if would snap your back from the sudden impact, but you would probably end up breaking your back on cement aways. It pained you knowing this was how you die, falling from a building because of a corrupt prime minister. How delightfully stupid.

So you spoke your last words, knowing you had to make them meaningful. You said only four words, ones that might’ve just been something said without a blink of an eye yesterday. Ones that would’ve been said normally any other day. But right now, in this horrible moment, they meant more than anything.

“I love you Hobie.”

He wasn’t quick enough. His webs touched you just as you smacked against the dusty and dirty cement. Rubble rained down from the destruction of the buildings. There you laid, forever staring into nothingness. Hobie carefully held your body as he ripped off his mask.

“No no no.. love I’m here.. im right here.. please..” He begged. Hobie was never one to feel scared but right at this moment he had never felt more fearful. His hands ghosted your cheeks which lost more and more colour each second.

“(Y/N), please.. just fucking respond.. just do anything.. please..” He cried. He held your body close to him as he cried. Hobie never cried, he never felt the need to. But this moment, god this moment was the most heartbreaking moment he had ever felt. Nothing around him mattered no more. The noise seemingly stopped as he sobbed into your lifeless body. All the destruction, the chaos, it seemed muted.. Just his cry’s rung out in his ears.

Hobie couldn’t handle your death, not at all. That moment was one that he couldn’t deal with. It haunted his thoughts all day and all night. The image you falling burned into his memory, constantly replaying. The absolute burden it left on him made him become bitter and hateful, but deep down, depressed. It plagued him. It hurt him so much he.. he gave up spiderman.

He threw his suit away, swearing he’d never take up that mantle again. If he couldn’t even save the one close to him how could he save anyone else? The thought of even wearing that suit again disgusted him. Hobie swore that he would never ever put on that suit again, as if he couldn’t save you, he couldn’t save anyone.

“Hobie you alright?” Miles questioned, snapping his fingers in front of his Hobie’s face.

“Stop that.” Gwen hissed. She swatted his hand away.

Hobie came back to his senses after that. He didn’t mean to get lost in memories.. memories he’d rather forget. Anytime someone brought up Hobie’s canon event he couldn’t bear to listen. His mind always brought him back to that wretched day.

“This is the present mate, we don’t need to live the past.” Was all he said. Miles stood dumbfounded, Hobie didn’t really answer his question. He just wanted to know what his canon event was. Everyone had one so why was he being so secretive?

Hobie shook his head and moved away, no longer wanting to be apart of the conversation. Miles furrowed his eyebrows at that.

“What was that for man?” He grumbled to himself. Gwen leaned over to whisper into his ear,

“You know Miles, his canon event was losing his partner. The only one dear to him. Just don’t bring it, it’s a really touchy subject…”

#atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spider punk x y/n #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #hobie brown atsv #hobie brown angst

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strawhatkia · 10 months

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love you more when the day is new.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, and hitoshi shinsou x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! weekend morning antics or, what it's like to wake up to the boys !

WARNINGS ! y'all live in an apartment (not the dorms), characters have been aged up, if i miss anything let me know (it's so fcking late)

WORD COUNT ! i have no clue...

A/N ! imma do a pt.2 because i wanted to add sero and izuku but i can't fucking focus so y'all have this for now !

SONG SUGGESTION ! breakfast in bed by rayana jay, breakfast by fana hues, one love by cleo sol

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

with how early this boy goes to sleep, waking up before him is quite literally impossible

usually it's you waking up to him on his phone as he rubs your side with his free hand, tucking you in closer to his chest while looking the most relaxed you will ever see him

he always knows when you're about to wake up, and og i am not kidding, the boy picks up on when you're heart rate changes

but there's a reason, i promise ! kats is vv afraid of losing his hearing one day due to his quirk so he kinda asked recovery girl to teach him how to pick up on someone's pulse from their neck

after that, he always positioned himself so you would be laying on his arm and his hand would be on your neck some how cute right?

this is the best time for cuddles because he is so pliant and peaceful and warm

the moment you look like you're getting up, he immediately puts his phone down (he really didn't care for it but he was bored waiting on you to wake up)

he quietly accepts your hug, tangling his legs with yours and tucking his head into your neck with a sigh as you slowly wake up

"morning suki" "g'morning" "did you sleep okay?" "hm...i was bored waiting on you" "my bad, how long did you wait?" "not long...go to bed early" "not everyone is an old man like you kats" "shut up, talking shit this early- don't laugh-"

his arms tighten around you when you shift and he continues to rub circles on your back and rub your sides in hopes of you getting to relax more so you don't get out of the bed

"babes, we gotta get up" "hm." "we can't stay here all day" "like hell we can't" "kat-"

prepare for some soft kisses to shut that nonsense up because he ain't hearing none of it

i feel like if you had a scarf on and the knot was pressing into his face, he would just snatch that shit off in the middle of your sleep and either redo it or put a bonnet on for you

"kats...where's my scarf?" "hm? i took it off" WHAT-" "the damn knot was hurting my face" "...i oughta whoop yo ass" "oh shut up, i know you feel that damn bonnet on your head ! it's not like i left your head unprotected !"

how he gets away with taking it off without you noticing is a mystery (and a profound skill)

when it comes to breakfast, he is definitely making it and no you can't help

"one of these days you'll get tired of making breakfast every morning we have off" "dumbass, if that day comes i'm either sick or you need to come knock some sense into me" "i can cook, kats, you do know that right?" "i didn't ask, you do know that right?" "aight, nigga-"

he'll never say it out loud, but you're his girl and he's supposed to take care of you so breakfast is the least he can do; plus you're still sleepy, he doesn't want you to burn yourself (never mind the years you spent making breakfast for yourself)

big on french toast with brioche bread just because he can and he loves the way you struggle a lil to bite into that thick ass piece a bread ; you stuffing your face with food he cooked always makes him happy

(if you're the type of person that dances or hums or makes a face when eating good food, just know he's looking for that cue and won't be satisfied until sees it)

also food = love pipeline !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

you always wake up first, always

toshi has trouble sleeping most days and with him being a stealth hero, sleep often alludes him

sleeping with you helps as much as it can but he still struggles sometimes so in the morning, you let him sleep as long as he wants

i'd like to think that he runs a little cold most nights so the bed being warm is important to him sleeping peacefully so in the morning when you wake up, you don't get out of the bed too quickly

he's such a cat, even in his sleep, so cuddling with him will get you an immediate response; if you tuck him into you chest and rub his back, he'll snuggle closer to you and sigh, relaxing even further into your hold ; if you kiss his forehead and rub his side, he'll roll into your touch; if you try to spoon him and nuzzle into his back, he'll hold your arms in his hands, stroking his thumb against your forearm

blankets *

it's getting out of bed that is incredibly hard because there's a chance he'll wake up which we don't want= mf needs sleep ; even if he sleeps for a little while long, he'll notice the bed get cold almost immediately

technically, this is the morning but y'all don't roll out the bed until noon because toshi needs sleep and you'll feel bad if you wake him before he actually gets up

great cuddler tho !

— ☾⋆⁺₊ 🦈🪨✧ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA !

one of the few times, his hair isn't trying to impale everything near it

despite how much gel the boy puts into his hair, his hair is very soft and fluff (also do to the fact you make him take better care of his hair bc whew-)

smooth, silky, and soft ! it's hard not to touch as soon as you wake up because it's just right in front of your face and so you run your hands through it (kiri definitely wakes up the moment you start stroking his hair but like hell he's moving away, to relaxed to move)

when he does want to wake up, he stretches very slowly before letting out the loudest groan and popping every bone down his spinal cord

"well damn, kiri, you good" "never better" "okay well don't break your back, old man, we ain't even got out the bed yet" yea haha very funny"

another cuddle bug but definitely more aggressive, pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you while kissing your cheeks multiple times, laughing when you groan or yell at him to put you down

he doesn't

i envision kiri as the type to just go back to sleep as soon as he's comfortable again so getting out of the bed is a very long affair

even so, he does not stop trying to kiss you anywhere he can reach (ofc a lil softer than before) and humming when you kiss him back

he's just so soft and loving in the morning, shit is almost overwhelming

just letting you know, i fully believe that if you let him start or start it yourself, he'll kiss you the entire morning and start tearing up because he just loves you so much

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st-kitten · 7 months

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mastermind

hitman toji fushiguro x y/n

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of killing, dead bodies, openly talking about murder, toji's big dick energy, choking, also just kissing (we need to make kissing sexy. smut ain't the only hot thing)

you're sitting in a local internet café, studying peacefully, taking sips from your coffee occasionally. the bells hung at the door jingle and someone walks in. from the corner of your eye, you spot a person walking past you. you hear muffled conversation between that person and the cashier. he hands him an envelope, which the stranger shoves into his pocket.

you would've usually ignored people, but this one was hard to look away from. ripped at every edge, dressed in a cashmere sweater that chanted "peace", but paired with a face adorned with a scar that said the complete opposite, this person caught your eye and you kept looking at him.

sadly, you caught his eye too.

"what are ya starin' at, sweetheart?" his voice matched his appearance. hot.

"nothing, i'm blind," you joke, looking away from him.

he scoffs a laugh. he eyes you up and down. toji never took risks, especially if he thought he was being tailed. but you looked like an ordinary girl. black top with the thinnest, most useless noodle-like strips on your shoulder, one of them almost falling off, rose pink bra straps peeking underneath them. you had a short, pleated skirt on, so there was no chance of you hiding a gun. you didn't seem threatening. but, he didn't like loose ends. he sat down in front of you.

"and what do you do?" he asks, looking at you, as if he's waiting for you to slip up.

"study."

"studying what?"

"neurology"

"boring," he says. it irks you that he calls it boring, but you roll with it.

"and what do you do?" you ask.

to test you, toji actually replies with the truth. "i'm a hit man." a wide grin sits on his face. instead of seeing discomfort or fear on your face, he sees a spark of curiosity.

"oh?"

"yup. i'm not lyin'. i'm always on the run, after my target. i get paid a lot for it. i'm too good at it."

you just tilt your head and analyse him...

"you're still curious?" he asks with a smirk, seemingly interested by your refreshing demeanour.

"here i thought you were just a nerd. what's your name?"

"i'll give you my name. for a price," you say.

"interesting. aight. i'll bite. what's a fella like me have to do to earn a name?"

you look around the room and spot a man sitting alone at a computer, clearly looking at porn in a corner.

"him..." you say and toji looks at him. "hypothetically, how would you kill him without anyone noticing?" you ask.

"that'd be a toughie. but, i'd say a shot from a hidden distance would do it. but there'd be a chance that it would alert everyone. if not, then..." toji thinks for a moment.

"he's too entertained to notice anyone, so i could... 'hypothetically' take an empty syringe and inject his vital points with air and leave him to die of a stroke."

you smile, satisfied with his answer. "my name is y/n."

toji chuckles, leaning back in the chair. "pleasure to meet you, y/n. what do 'you' do for a living?"

"i study-"

"you already sa-"

"murderers."

his face falters for a second. "murderers? you like studying about...us?"

"what can i say, you lot are entertaining."

"i do take pride in it. you know what, you're something else. i'll give you that."

"so, hypothetically..." you look at him, eyes ablaze with excitement "... how would you kill me?"

"now why'd you bring that up? you're fucking adorable. why would i kill you?'" he smirks, but he's still curious about you. "but hey, to answer honestly, 'hypothetically'... definitely a shot in the back."

you grin. "cold... if you ever must kill me, please kill me like that."

"is that so?" he rests his elbow on the table, leaning forward, a classic smirk on his face. there was something about that got to him.

"i might just like you."

"likewise."

"you're not creeped out? the fact that i'm one of the 'murderers' you study about?"

"i find you fascinating. it takes a unique resolve to take someone's life," you answer.

"i get the adrenaline rush from watching the life drain out of someone. it's hard to explain. it can only be felt." he looks at you, wondering how you're calm.

"how do you get your adrenaline rush?" he asks.

you smirk too. "i get it from autopsies."

he nearly chokes himself. he moves his chair closer to yours. "how so?"

"i get to work with cadavers a lot."

"and you don't feel like throwing up?" he wonders.

"my fascination is stronger than my disgust, so no."

he was definitely intrigued by your straight responses. there was not a smidge of fear on your face. were you actually interested in him?

"here." you spin your laptop around to show him pictures of two brains side by side.

"uh, okay?"

"person..." you point to the one on the right. "... psychopath." you point to the other.

toji gulps slightly. the way you casually have pictures of dead brains on you unsettles him. isn't he the one to carry pictures of his targets?

"can't tell much."

"the other has underdeveloped areas in the brain. no empathy, no emotional wisdom," you say.

"damn. you'd scare the next person to walk in... but i gotta admit... ya got me wondering things."

"and you called neurology boring..." you comment.

he simply laughs. "it's still boring. you're not. why are you so... inquisitive?" he's actually impressed by himself for knowing that word.

"i won't know if you'd actually kill me, but as long as i'm alive, might as well be honest," you say.

"good way of putting it. but if i were to kill you, i wouldn't do it in public. i'd do it somewhere isolated."

"why the isolation?" you ask.

"you've already attracted attention. mr would-ve-been-dead has stared at you at least a dozen times. the cashier too. they'd notice if i were to do something to you. plus, i gotta keep things silent. in the middle of nowhere, is the perfect place to kill you." he's never actually talked about his profession to anyone. so this feels strangely refreshing.

"where's the fun in that tho? if you get anyone alone, it'll always be easy to hurt them, kill them. the thrill is in the chase... the fear you imbibe in your victim... the way you practically spell their death out for them moments before you actually do it."

"i'm beginning to think you're as dangerous as me, y/n. have you thought about killing anyone before?"

you had his complete attention now.

"you might make a tactical assassin. i'll tell you that much."

"i have. but why do it myself? i'd rather orchestrate the perfect murder without lifting my finger," you reply.

toji's eyes light up as he hears you say that. he's someone to work alone, but hearing that from you almost makes him want to have you plan a murder for him.

"exciting isn't it?"

"that's one word for it... i don't know whether i should be scared of you or... i like the way you think. it's unique."

"why would you be scared of me? you're the killer."

he chuckles. "the way you're all calm and collected... it's cute."

you hold back on grinning like an idiot. how does a cold-blooded killer even say the word 'cute'?

"want me to act scared, then?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

"no. i like you as you are..."

you laugh softly. "who knew hitmen could be this charming?"

"aww, ya flattered, y/n? most people would shit their pants and make a run for it..."

"i understand the fear of others. but, i've spent years studying killers, victims, their bodies... you just get used to the gore after a point."

"yer right i suppose. sorry, i gotta say you look fucking hot, smirking like that... like a killer," he says.

you give him another smirk, as a treat. "what's your favourite type of victim?"

he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "you ask too many questions. why? doesn't it make you wonder that i might snap and kill you?"

"i study killers, toji... i'm not wasting the chance to talk to one. especially since he's being so cooperative..."

"you know what? you're the first person who hasn't bolted out of here. you're actually sitting and talking to me... you're not fazed at all."

instantly, you look at him with fear in your eyes. the kind of fear a victim would have upon nearing death. your hands shake and your breath quickens, your bosom heaving.

toji's expression changes as he takes you in.

you drop the act and regain your composure. "do you like seeing fear in people's eyes?"

"well- that... was certainly something..." he has an eerie expression on his face, but at the same time, he is in awe. the way you suddenly changed your behaviour alarmed him. just enough to impress him. is this how you look when you're scared?

"and yes. i do enjoy it. especially if the fear is because of me and not the fact that they're about to die." his voice seems almost... lustful at the end.

"and what do you do to spark this fear in people?" you ask.

"i'm silent, calm, sometimes i provoke them. i don't rush. i let them run as fast as they can. but i always find them in the end. sometimes i act creepy, unsettling, just to give my targets something to notice and get uncomfortable about. most lose their ability to fight then and there. other times, i stalk them, tracking their movements, always lurking behind them until they lose it."

he seems to enjoy answering your questions.

"can you... show me?" you ask.

his eyes widen. "show you? you're not serious... are you that careless with your life?"

"of course, i don't want you to kill me. but, i'm curious... so... make me afraid."

he stays silent for moment. and then smiles. "i'm going to enjoy this." he meets your eye. "in isolation, as i said..."

you hold out your hand. "lead the way."

he takes it gently, a mischievous smirk on his face. he pulls you out of your chair and opens the door, leading you outside. with the pace of a waltz, he leads you away from the café (fuck the fact that we just left our laptop back there XD).

he develops a smug aura around him. he guides you into a desolate alley. you look around and say, "nice choice."

"you can stay and fight or you can run... pick your poison," he says.

"not one to fight..." you begin taking steps away from him, backing away into the long, dark alley. you pick up the pace and jog backward, still facing him. he patiently walks toward you, one step after the other. he was enjoying it. it was exhilarating.

"i leave the rest to you," you say as you turn around to jog away from him, faster than before.

knowing that you're willing to let him have his way with you turns him on. it's different from actually doing the job. it's more intimate. he can get as creative as he wants and be thanked for it. he walks behind you. being tall, he takes long strides easily and creeps behind you.

you hardly sense his presence. you still feel as if he's miles away. before you can speed up, his hand grabs your hair and pulls you, your back hitting his chest. you let out a small gasp at the pain.

he leans in closer, his breath hovering over your neck. "what are you feeling?"

"goosebumps."

"not a bad start." he loosens his grip slightly. "you sure you want this?" he whispers in your ear.

"give it your all."

he lets you go momentarily and you run. as fast as you can. your lungs burn hot, yet you can still hear footsteps behind you. it makes your heart pulse. he's chasing you. not rushing. yet somehow, he always finds you. you think of hiding, but it's futile since you're not in actual danger. you take swift strides until the only sound you hear is of your own heart beats. you make the mistake of looking behind. he's not there. maybe you ran too fast.

your body hits another and you swallow in mild shame. dumbass, you tell yourself.

"dumbass," he says as he grabs your arm, yanks you and pushes you into a wall. your back hits the wall hard.

"fight or flight doesn't work when the danger is fake... can't help it," you comment. toji doesn't respond to you. he's silent.

his grip on your arm tightens. he steps forward, closer and closer until you feel his breath on you. yet you feel that something's amiss.

"don't hold back..." you say softly.

toji hid his astonishment well. he had no idea how you saw through him. he tilts his head, looking at you. admiring you. he never bothered to pay attention to his victims. it's always kill, leave, get paid. but seeing the way your body reacts to him, the way your chest heaves, the way your lips part to breath on behalf of your lungs, the way your eyes search for ways to escape, to flee from him, the way he's holding you, the way you're backed into a wall, trapped. it does things to him. how were you enjoying it?

"so far... i'm just attracted to you... terrify me, toji..."

he was not expecting you to admit that. but he was pleased. his eyes ignite with a raw passion. he gazes at you like a hunter does his prey. he turns your own imagination against you.

the hand latched onto your arm runs up to your neck, like a serpent slithering up its prey. with a vice-like grip, he grabs your throat, fingers pushing your flesh. he can feel your pulse. it's well within his grasp to completely shut it.

he's completely consumed by how good it feels to choke someone. the morbid pleasure distracts him, and he becomes infested by the macabre satisfaction of exerting control over another's life. he's nothing thinking about anything but the pulses against his fingers and how they're quickening every second. his touch is both cold and malevolent, a tangible manifestation of the darkness that now envelops him.

your struggle intensifies slightly, but he remains unyielding, a sadistic puppeteer manipulating the strings of your very existence. in that twisted moment, you realise that you are not merely rehearsing an impulsive thought, but confronting an actual physical threat. yet somehow, you can't help but feel vivacious at the same time. you feel every organ in your body trying to keep you alive. your frozen mouth twists into the smallest of smiles.

"tighter."

this snaps toji back into his senses. there's a chilling determination that replaces any trace of hesitation as he brutally hardens his grip around your neck. the blur sharpens and his other hand grabs your waist, pressing you further against the wall. a mild whimper escapes your lips, a haunting sound that pierces through Toji's consciousness like a chilling spear. it only serves to fuel the sinister satisfaction that courses through him.

he wedges his knee between your legs and leans in, breathing against your lips.

"seems i do have a favourite victim after all..." he whispers and presses his lips onto yours, your soft moan melting in his mouth.

to make it hotter, you place your arms on his chest, pushing him away with no strength at all. he chuckles into the kiss, embracing the feeble challenge and presses his body against yours roughly, living for the way you try to resist. your attempts to push him away only serve to stoke the flames of his desire, a sadistic flame that flickers higher with each futile effort. his knee rubs against you and you fail to hold back another moan, which coaxes your mouth open. with a swift lick, toji shoves his tongue inside. he kisses you with an appetite, with more lust, more pride.

it's a chilling acknowledgment that your make-believe struggle is not only noticed but savoured.

dazed, you pull away for a second, cursing at the little thief of joy, your own lungs as they pant breathlessly.

toji losens the grip around your throat slowly, letting blood flow through again. gradually, he removes his hand, admiring the marks his fingers leave behind. he holds you by the waist tenderly.

you hold his bicep to support yourself as you stand up properly, regaining your balance.

"bet you're glad you didn't kill me off," you croak, your voice raspy due to his chokehold.

"very..."

your eyes meet and you both smirk...

"you knew who i was before i walked in, didn't you?" he asks, feeling like a fool for not seeing it sooner. all those people in the café staring at you were doing just that. staring, keeping a watch. not undressing you, admiring you, lusting over you. just sincerely looking out for you.

"bygones..."

"you're gonna arrest me now, sweetheart?"

"tsk," you shake your head.

"why not?"

"you're holding a knife to my throat next time."

#toji #fushiguro #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #kissing #assassin #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #new

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streaminn · 1 year

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There was something heavy in Enid’s mind as she awoke but even then, the tell tale of someone tracing a finger on her skin was obvious.

She didn’t need to think of who it was before she spoke. There was no way it could be anyone else.

“Willa… What are you doing?” Enid grumbled, eyes hazily opening to see the God leaning over her.

Wednesday tilted her head as her fingers played with the tips of blond hair. She twirled it as she continued to stare. The ends are faded, Enid notes. Hard to keep an eye on dying her hair when there’s better things to focus her money on.

Maybe she can save up in a month or so. Money is easier now that she doesn’t have to worry much on what to spend on food.

“Observing, dear,” the woman says, tilting her head and Enid watches the way her fringe sweeps across her face.

She’s pretty.

In reply to that, Enid just garbled a noise, not even attempting to question why. It was too early for her to be awake so she simply chalked it into being a God thing. Weirder things have happened after all.

She falls asleep with a hand combing through her hair and light caresses near her neck. It’s comforting and if she turns to nuzzle closer into that feeling that’s her business.

The next time Enid wakes up again, she’s a lot more lucid but it didn’t stop her from feeling the sharp shock of someone straddling her.

There’s a haze still in her mind, so all she could do is let out a lil groan as her body ached.

“What did you do?” she mumbles as her eyes carefully rise to meet God’s. The light stern tone has Wednesday’s lips pulling into a look.

Fuck.

A glint of too early to comprehend glows in those gold irises and there’s a smile stretching across her face as she leant over the lying blond and- God, now isn’t the time to realise something Enid!

Wednesday may have disguised herself as some lovely woman but she’s crazy - absolutely batshit!

Something shot through her brain as Wednesday’s once casual tracing against her skin dug deep. It says something when instead of screaming like a normal person, Enid just hums and squints.

She’s going crazy.

She’s getting way too used to this insane person.

“Are you insulting me in that pretty head of yours, Cara Mia?”

Enid’s answer was a sharp hissing through her teeth as the nail went deeper. She already knows the right answer to that.

“D-” her breath hitched when Wednesday pulled her finger away to pop the bloodied digit into her mouth.

Aight okay, adding vampirism into the mix. Interesting.

“Duh!” Enid cheers, her lips pulling into what she hopes isn’t a grimace. “Simply thinking of how absolutely horrific you are at times.”

Wednesday looked pleased at that, head tilting in a way that quite reminds her of the crows that tend to follow her around. The sight has Enid properly allowing herself to let out a shuddering breath as the pain ebbed into a small throb. Only Wednesday would think an insult would be a compliment.

Enid doesn’t know how long they stayed like this. With her staring until her eyes hooded and the last thing she sees is the God shifting even closer.

Finally, the next time Enid awoke, she found herself in an empty bed.

It felt a little weird for a moment. To not feel that familiar presence of somebody by her side but then her rationality kicked in.

Not letting go of such an opportunity, she stumbles into the bathroom for some peace and quiet as she goes through her routine.

She wonders a little on why she is letting this stand.

But as her eyes trace the little marks marring her skin she can’t help but sigh. They always heal over, so all that’s remaining is either recently healed skin or some sort of bruise. It’s a reminder that she wasn’t just dealing with a random woman but a God.

Then the smell of delicious food wafts into the room and Enid couldn’t stop herself from perking up.

Well, it isn’t so bad.

She’s a little weird and she clearly bites and scratches but it’s like having a cat.

A not so big and inhuman cat.

The lil thought makes her laugh a bit. Yeah, because for a God she sure is short.

But, something catches her eyes as she rinses her mouth and so Enid pulls a little bit at her collar to stare at the written lines that scar her skin.

XIII

What the fuck.

#Devotion au #enid sinclair #Wenclair #Writing #Wednesday addams

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tangerineslittleslag · 2 years

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Bathroom break (Tangerine x F!Reader)

Smut!!! Hot hot smutty smut!!! Expect some language, cock and balls

"Aight fellas, I gotta go to the toilet. Keep an eye on him." I said, gesturing towards the Son and standing up. Lemon nodded, eyes still focused on the Son's corpse, while Tangerine looked up at me. I gave him a small smile, which he returned, and I headed down the alley. I decided to go the next car down to the toilet, as I really needed some space away from those two. Yes, they were fun, but my god did they bicker a lot. Plus a little stroll would do me some good. I headed into the little toilet and shut the door, taking a quick look around the place. Man, if only they made these kind of toilets back at home, I would be drinking a shit ton of water just to piss in it. Okay, weird thought. Hiking my skirt up and pulling my underwear down I sat on the toilet, finally able to relieve myself after… how long? I checked my watch. Jeez, 8 hours? I could've had a good nights sleep in that time. Having finished I stood back up, clothing myself again and checking my appearance in the mirror. Tucked a stray hair here, fixed my eyebrow there. There was a rattling sound as someone tried to open the door, followed by a knock.

"Just a minute." I shouted, hoping they'd be patient enough to let me correct my makeup.

"Open the door." Tangerine. I really couldn't have a moment of peace and quiet away from them.

"For fuck's sake Tang, wait a minute." I said, taking out my mascara and working on my eyelashes. A lady had to look good while at work, after all. I quickly put some lip balm on as a final touch then, after fixing my hair, opened the door.

"How fucking long does it take to open a door?" He retorted. I blinked up at him, confused.

"I don't know about you but I prefer to make sure I look presentable after taking a piss." I looked at his arm, which was now pushing against the doorway and blocking my way out. He blinked at me.

"What's that now?" His annoyed expression had turned into a confused one, which only made me even more confused.

"What? Never heard of women pissing before?" I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Shit. So you actually…" He trailed off, running his hand down his jawline and looking back in the direction that our seats were.

"The fuck is going on with you?"

"Alright, calm your tits." He stood back, letting go of the doorway and holding a hand in front of him to calm me down. "I just thought that look you gave me earlier meant you wanted me here. That's all." I stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. And then it clicked.

"Oh." Was all I could muster out. He sniffed and clapped his hands together, raising his eyebrows at me. "I mean… I did really just need the toilet…"

"Yeah I got that by now." He rocked back on his heels. I looked down the aisle, just barely seeing Lemon at his seat, having seemingly not moved. I turned back to Tangerine, giving him a once over. Though I wouldn't have ever expected him to be standing here wanting to be let in, I definitely wasn't complaining. He'd had me intrigued since day one, so this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I shrugged, holding back a smile.

"Come on in." A hint of a smile appeared under his moustache but I lifted a finger just as he was about to step in. "But! No feelings involved. I'm not about to be pulled into some silly little romance thing with you." He put my finger down then slid his hand under my palm, lifting it up to kiss my knuckles.

"Course not, love." Great. I was already breaking the deal. I let him push me back into the bathroom, the click of the lock reminding me how real this was. I ran my hands up his chest, my gaze following my fingers, and let them cradle the back of his neck. His nestled at my waist and he leaned forward, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. Slow and gentle, which was definitely not what I had been expecting. He pulled me towards him and my brows furrowed as I felt him digging into my hip. I pulled back, looking down at where our hips were joined and then back up at him with an amused look.

"Already? Jeez, you really do have no self control." Rolling his eyes he pushed me back against the sink, lifting me up to let me sit on it.

"You're getting on my fucking nerves, sweetheart."

"And that's why you came all the way here to fu-" His lips crashed into mine again, cutting me off. This was no longer the soft, experimental kiss we shared earlier. He was rough and desperate, one hand tangled in my hair giving it a tug while the other kept my hips close to his. Damn, maybe I should annoy him more often. I ran my hands up and down his chest, revelling in the feel of his muscles beneath that fucking waistcoat. I latched a finger onto his necklace, giving it a little tug. He pressed his hips closer to me in response and I gasped, wrapping my legs around him. He let go of my hair and hips, instead choosing to run his hands along my exposed thighs and hike my skirt up. He ran two fingers along my clothed cunt and I moaned, breaking away from the kiss and instead resting my head on his shoulder.

"Fucking hell love, you're soaking wet." Latching a finger onto my underwear he pulled it to the side, then ran his fingers over my clit in all the right ways. My hands went up to his shoulders, gripping onto them as I breathed heavily, enjoying every sensation. He placed kisses along my neck and inserted two fingers, making me gasp as I moved my hips around them. I entangled one hand in his hair, kneading the locks between my fingers and giving him gentle tugs whenever he hit a sensitive spot.

"You don't think- ah~ that Lemon's mmm~ gonna wonder where we are?" I forced out, my hips moving erratically against him as a warm feeling nestled in my belly. I groaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out and stepped back. He looked at me as he ran his tongue along his fingers, a slight smile forming under his moustache.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" He pulled me down from the sink. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip with a smile, my hands finding his crotch and feeling over his bulge.

"You." I made quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his trousers down to expose his hard cock. Lord, I haven't taken anything that big in some time. Before I could react he turned me around, pushing me up against the sink. I watched him in the mirror as he grabbed my hips with one hand while he aligned himself with the other. In one swift motion he filled me up and I cried out, which was quickly silenced by his hand over my mouth.

"Keep it down, love. Don't need anyone knocking on the door." He held still and I silently thanked him for giving me time to adjust, even if he did just go balls deep without any warning. I sighed contently and nodded, wiggling my hips a bit to test for any pain. He seemed to get the memo as he started moving, his hand leaving my mouth and instead resting on my shoulder. He moved painfully slow and I watched him in the mirror as he admired what he was doing to me. I took one look at my smeared lipstick and lustful eyes and almost laughed. Who would've thought I'd be looking like this for Tangerine? He was picking up his pace now, seemingly finding his rhythm. I leant back against him and arched my back. I turned my head and ran a hand up his jaw, the other gripping tightly onto the sink. He let go of my shoulder, instead choosing to sneak his hand under my shirt and massage my breast, eliciting more gasps and moans from me. His heavy breathing in my ear only served to turn me on even more. He moved his other hand from my hip to my throat, grabbing me by the jaw and forcing me to look into the mirror. He paused for a second, pushing deep inside and holding himself there.

"Fuck, look at you. Fucking stunning." He muttered inbetween breaths and I looked at his eyes in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, handsome." I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. His hands left my body, instead positioning themselves to hold the sink on either side. He started moving again and I moved my hips as best as I could, desperate for more friction. "For fucks sake Tang, stop teasing me."

"Not what I want to hear." He said, continuing his frustratingly slow movements.

"Fuck you." I panted out.

"You are, actually."

"Tang, please…" I whined, "Faster~"

"Better." He did as I asked and I finally felt some relief, though it wasn't quite enough.

"Faster…please…" I moaned. With a smirk he rapidly picked up his pace, drilling into me harder and faster than before. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure roll over my body as my legs threatened to buckle. I grabbed his forearms, holding onto them for support as he mercilessly rammed me from behind.

"T-Tang… oh god… fuck…" I breathed out, barely able to form words. I felt the warmth in my stomach return, quickly tightening into a knot that was begging for release. I barely opened my eyes and looked in the mirror again, just enough to see his brows furrow as he dropped his head, clearly unable to hold on much longer. Not like I could either.

"Good girl…" He uttered out inbetween breaths. Keeping it down was no longer an option as I dug my nails into his forearm, arching my back against him as he kept hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

"Fuck~ Tang~ please… I'm gonna…" I moaned out, the knot in my stomach hitting its limits. With a cry I released and my legs shook, the only thing keeping me up being the sink. I released his forearms, too weak to do anything as I watched him chase his end. Grabbing my hips he held me close, shooting his warm cum deep inside me and riding out his orgasm. With all the strength I could muster I held myself up and sighed. His shoulders heaved as he took deep breaths. He leaned down, pressing kisses along my cheek and jaw and pressing a hand against my stomach, holding me steady and close to him.

"You did so well, love." I sighed, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.

"You're gonna be the death of me." I spoke just barely above a whisper. My legs were still shaking and I wondered whether I'd be physically able to leave this goddamn bathroom. He pulled out, pulling his trousers back up and buckling his belt before taking some wet wipes from my bag and cleaning me up. Once he discarded the wipes I stood up, thanking him and holding onto the sink for support as I took in my disheveled appearance. His arms wrapped around my waist from behind and he rested his head against mine, watching me in the mirror as I shakingly fixed my makeup again. I looked at his reflection and smiled, having just noticed the lipstick smear on his lips.

"What's so fucking funny?" He asked, lifting his head. I giggled and turned around in his arms. I put my hands on his jaw, trying to wipe the it off with my thumb.

"You got some lipstick here. I don't need you walking out of here like you just left a whore house." I managed to get it all off and smiled, fixing his collar. "You should go anyway. Lemon is probably wondering where we both disappeared to."

"Yeah," He sighed, his shoulders drooping, "You make a good point." He placed a kiss to my forehead then unwrapped his arms from around me, heading out the toilet and sparing me a final glance before shutting the door behind him. I was left alone with my thoughts once more and I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was still a mess, my clothes were crinkled, my legs felt weak and I could barely stand. I rested my chin on one hand, my gaze on my reflection never faltering as I argued with my thoughts. We'd said no feelings… but…

#tangerine #tangerine x y/n #tangerine smut #tangerine x reader #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train movie

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dixonlvr-online · 2 years

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Fight for our future

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Talks of giving up :/

Genre: Angst, fluff

A/N: Life is so hard but I'm learning to believe in a better future. Hopefully this short conveys that well enough.

Daryl searched the prison everywhere, but there was no sign of you. Not in your shared cell, not in the courtyard, not working on the fence. He’d even asked Maggie if she’d seen you anywhere, to which the answer was no.

Exasperated now, worried even, Daryl scrambled from spot to spot, trying to imagine where you could be. You didn’t have guard duty today, Glenn did. Except now Daryl saw Glenn standing outside talking to Rick.

“Glenn! Thought ya was on guard today,” Daryl interrupted, watching Glenn turn in surprise. “Oh, no, Y/N took over for me. Said something about wanting time to think. They’re in the left tower if you’re looking for them,” Glenn explained, gesturing to the tower in question.

With a nod in thanks, Daryl was off. Why were you taking guard today? Time to think? Think about what? He felt himself grow increasingly nervous as he walked up the steps.

You were sitting on the edge of the tower, looking out into the woods. It hadn’t taken much convincing for Glenn to trade his guard job for your rest day. Honestly, being up in the tower all day, alone, was more restful than meandering around the crowd in the prison. And you’d told the truth when you traded: you need time to think.

Despite seeking time alone, you knew to expect the footsteps now sounding behind you. Although, you’d thought Daryl would’ve found you sooner, if you were being honest.

“Hey, whatchu doin’ up here? It ain’t your job today,” Daryl grumbled, stopping behind you. You looked up and over your shoulder at him, smiling at his confused expression.

“Just needed time to think, is all. It’s peaceful up here,” you told him. He sat down next to you, groaning as he moved. You couldn’t help but smile. For a man so graceful with a crossbow, simple actions like sitting on the ground irritated his joints. It was hard to believe how quickly you’d all aged since the world fell.

You both fell silent for a few minutes, staring out into the woods. You could feel him working up the courage to say something, so you waited patiently. Finally, he sighed, drawing your attention.

“Thinking ‘bout what? About us?” he asked, eyes cast downward. You furrowed your brows at his question. “Because if I did somethin’, you just tell me and I’ll-” you cut him off with a short laugh, reaching to hold his hand.

“You didn’t do anything, Daryl. We’re good, seriously,” you said, lifting his eyes to meet yours. He stared at you a moment, reading your expression, before relaxing.

“Aight. Then what is it? You gotta be thinkin’ real hard ‘bout somethin’ if yer voluntarily taking over guard duty,” he said. You shook your head, returning your gaze to the woods. Now it was his turn to be patient, awaiting your response.

You took a deep breath. “I just don’t know how to go on like this. This life,” you gestured outward, “this world. What’s the point of going on if we’re just surviving to keep surviving? Fighting to keep fighting?”

You fell silent, feeling Daryl’s eyes boring into you. You couldn’t meet his look, didn’t want to see the anger, the pity, the disappointment in his gaze. You knew he wouldn’t understand. He was the strongest person you’d ever met, the most well-adjusted to this world. Seeing his strength, his determination, it sometimes made you feel weak.

He squeezed your hand, urging you to look at him. He’d never seen this expression on your face before: this sorrow, this hopelessness. You’d always been the optimistic one, the one who pushed him forward when he felt his hope wavering. What changed?

“We ain’t just survivin’ to survive. We’re buildin’ somethin’ here. This place,” he said, “it’s just gettin’ started. Why do ya think we keep bringin’ people in? It ain’t just for fun.” You turned to face him, finally, taking in his words.

He took a deep breath and continued. “Every day we keep goin’, we get stronger. We get better. We’re fightin’ to not fight. One of these days, yer gonna look around and realize ya feel safe, ya feel happy, because that’s what we fought for. We go on for our future selves.”

You sat there, picturing your future, a world where you felt safe, where you felt happy. And you realized that you weren’t just fighting for your future, but for the man in front of you. No one in the world deserved that world more than Daryl Dixon. And if fighting day after day meant he’d get it, you were willing to pay that price.

You couldn’t help it, you pulled him into a tight hug. He reciprocated with equal force, holding you so close you thought a rib might crack. Daryl pulled away slightly to cup your face. His eyes were solidly on yours, holding you there, with him, in that moment.

“If you’re my future, I’ll never stop fighting for it,” you proclaimed. He was worth every pain, every struggle. And you for him. The future was yours.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead #twd #norman reedus

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thegamingcatmom · 1 year

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Carrot anon👋🏻

Hii mom, i saw your recent post, it was good. I was curious to know how Deadite Ellie would act if I noticed another Deadite eye on the Drama Queen, I can imagine a little, but your explanation will make everything clear.

I hope you are well.👋🏻

HELLAW CARROT ANON

Thank youuuu, so glad you liked it. 🥰

Ohhh the jealousy trope eh? I can see why my recent post has inspired that way of thinking, poor boy. 😅

May he rest in pieces.

EDIT on 18th June:

AIGHT GUYS I MADE IT IT´S FINALLY FINISHED.

We´re covering quite a bit in this one (meaning: the batshittery going on here is on another level entirely) and I couldn´t be prouder to finally present to you the next installment of what-the-actual-fuck aka:

Lions

Enjoy (cause I sure as hell did). ❤️

(@gaym0m ATTENTION NOW ❤️)

AIGHT so, if a mere boy who´s really no match for her - because look at that scrawny thing - no claws or fangs or ANYTHING that could be considered useful or, more importantly, make for a worthy mate - has managed to evoke that fierce of a reaction in Momma then just imagine the utter carnage if another Undead was caught red-handed after Momma returned from a rather successful patrol and she´s been gone a mere 10 minutes for god´s sake but-

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

Maggot Momma didn´t even have to look because - head lifting to take one, two, three whiffs - she could smell it. Fear lies in the air - almost pungent - and while it´s an aroma that´d drive her absolutely wild - get her going - under normal circumstances, right in this moment it does anything but because no one but her gets to evoke this type (or ANY type) of reaction in her Drama Queen, her mate.

She´s off, skipping the elevator and collapsed stairs altogether because not fast enough and claws are digging into the wall and going up up up until she reaches the air shaft, nose first always first although she doesn´t even need it because she can sense you, is pulled towards you like a magnet, it´s instinct-

Meanwhile (somewhere else in this (cursed) building):

Is one quiet, peaceful moment of sanity really too much to ask for?

When you woke up this morning you didn´t think much of the claws digging into your side or the cold nose pressed into your neck or even the long tongue that feels like sandpaper that´s come out to join the rest of It. You´ve become used to that being your alarm clock which you find quite the depressing development but it is what it is and at least you´re still alive and kicking (unlike boy) so yknow, the glas is always half full and yadda yadda.

Although, it has to be said, maybe things wouldn´t take such a toll on your sanity (unlikely) if it wasn´t for that stench that truly does make your eyes water and now that you think about it you can´t help but notice today´s...different. Its odor is even more unpleasant than usual because now it´s got this foul note to it whereas before you´d have described it as rather spicy, almost sharp and seeming to burn itself into your very core.

But that´s not the only thing that irritates you because even the way It´s touching you seems off today. You´ve become used to clawed hands raking and brushing and encasing you almost feverishly, like they´re trying to map out every inch of your body before you vanish (which, sadly, it doesn´t look like that´s about to happen anytime soon).

Now though? Clawed hands are rough and almost sloppy like they don´t quite know how to be hands. Gripping you way too tight and you´re sure that´s gonna leave a nasty bruise, more rubbing than brushing along your leg like It´s trying to pull the skin clean off and that gets you moving because it is not pleasant, at all and what the hell´s even going on-

As soon as It´s noticed there´s movement the grip on you tightens like a boa constrictor squeezing all life out of you and that´s exactly what it feels like actually and now´s the moment you really start to panic because you knew this day would come sooner or later when It finally gets tired of you but you´d hoped for (much) later and It´s started to snarl now which is most unpleasant because it´s so deep you can feel it reverberating through your whole body.

Its maw has opened now and you know this because you can feel Its breath puffing out against your neck, tongue running up and down again and there´s something cold dropping down on you and even that feels different - thicker, more viscous, almost like syrup and you manage to move your head just enough to be able to take a look at what´s going on and-

It doesn´t just feel different.

You see black, literally. It´s everywhere - on you, on the bedsheets, on the floor and - that´s new. And you have a sneaking suspicion which you hope against all hope will turn out to be just that but when you manage to turn your head a bit further to actually take a look at who...what has taken a hold of you-

Have you become deaf?

You´re asking because, all of a sudden, the world around you goes silent save for the ringing in your ears and you realize it´s because you are screaming at the top of your lungs and it´s a wonder the windows in this cursed building haven´t shattered yet but that really is the least of your worries right now because-

This Undead doesn´t appreciate you trying to obliberate Its hearing, at all and so you´re pushed onto your back and into the mattress, clawed hand coming up to grip your throat and squeeze and, immediately, the room falls silent again.

(Aside from the sounds of you being strangled and literally fighting for your life.)

There are tears in your eyes now because of course it ends like this, just your luck, and death by suffocating is just as unpleasant as you´d imagined it would be (not that there´s been many occasions which would´ve encouraged this sort of thinking...until your sorry ass got itself stuck in this cursed building) and just when you thought-

Well, good thing is: it can´t get worse from here, can it?

Its maw opens again and those teeth look very sharp indeed and they´re getting closer, inch by inch, and you get the feeling It´s doing it on purpose - messing with you - because It thrives on seeing the sheer terror that must be written all over your face right now and jaws opening wider and wider and you´re certain one single bite could take off half your face-

Your eyes close tightly because knowing your untimely demise is near is one thing, seeing it is another thing entirely and why would you need to anyway? It doesn´t matter, it´s not like that´ll change anything, change the fact you´re gonna end up as food for that thing any moment now and-

You don´t know what happened because your eyes remain firmly closed and you´re not planning on changing that anytime soon, but-

There´s a ripping sound and you can feel something splattering all over your face and there´s gurgling and then there´s nothing.

And all of that does pique your interest because, just a second ago, you were preparing for certain death so you should be a goner by now but you´re not so you finally find the courage to open your eyes to see what happened instead is-

Well, that doesn´t look normal...or pleasant.

Its jaws are still way too close for comfort, still as wide as they were seconds ago when It was preparing to swallow you whole. But what´s different now is that there´s a hand sticking out between them and there´s this urge to wave at it and this is the type of stuff nightmares are made of but this whole situation is so ridiculous that all you can seem to think of right now is to lift your hand and shake it-

You don´t get the chance however, because that hand closes abruptly, balled into a tight fist, and it´s pulling to the side with an alarming force and right through the head, tearing everything on its way out.

But damn, that thing´s tough. Didn´t even flinch through it all, just slowly turning around, head completely sunken in on one side, to face the force of nature that is It.

("Helheim" - Rok Nardin starts playing in the background)

To say Maggot Momma is livid would be the understatement of the century. She´s shaking, vibrating with a rage that´s rare even for her. Her usually glowing eyes have turned so black one can see their own reflection in them. Teeth seem to have grown in length and become even sharper and there are black veins criss crossing all over her neck, her face and all the way to her eyes.

In other words: It looks every bit the demon you´ve always suspected (and feared) It to be.

And ever since It has crashed the (slaughter) party thank god there´s been an eery silence - heavy breathing from everyone involved is the only thing that can be heard for a while.

So, imagine your almost heart attack when, suddenly, there´s screeching and roaring and it sounds like war is about to start which doesn´t seem too far off because-

Maggot Momma has had enough of this disrespect - looking at what is hers, touching what is hers, harming what is hers (that Deadite´s dead). And now even going so far as to rebel against her? Openly questioning her authority - challenging her - in front of her mate no less? Hoping to impress her Drama Queen and snatch her up for itself?

Ridiculous. Laughable. Pathetic.

And so you can only watch all-out war indeed breaking out and ffs, is one quiet, peaceful, sane moment really too much to ask for?

fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-

It´s ON now.

Bodies smashing together with a dull thump! and there´s snarling and growling and hissing, clawed hands are digging in to find purchase but also to grip and tear and rip limbs straight out of their sockets-

One arm is sent flying, catapulting in your direction and almost hitting you hadn´t you managed to duck just in time and when you realize which one it belongs to you feel utter relief and you can´t believe you´re actually rooting for It - your It - but considering what the other It was about to do...who can blame you?

Bodies are warped to the point you can´t tell where one begins and the other ends and there´s horrible, horrible sounds coming out of them and this brawl is getting way too close for comfort now and one of your hands is digging into the bedsheets, getting a good grip on them so you can push yourself closer to the head of the bed and away from whatever is going on at the foot of it and your other hand comes up in an attempt to shield your face in case more limbs (or worse) come flying and you truly are pathetic, aren´t you? Like THAT would make a difference when you´re nothing more than a disoriented lamb, stupid enough to wander right into the lion´s den and get caught in the crossfire when two of them decide to battle it out over a piece of meat.

And they´re fast. Everything seems blurred to you because one moment they´re in front of you - way too close - and next thing you know there´s a horrible screeching sound and one of them is smashing against the opposite wall, the force of it leaving a rather big dent and this is the first time since war has started that you´re able to make out more than a moving mass of limbs.

And you wish you hadn´t because the It that got smashed against the wall is your It and It´s missing half Its face - true to the motto tit for tat - which means the other It is no longer being held back from-

It´s rounding on you so fast, recognizing that now or never and It´s off, racing towards you like possessed, feet leaving the ground to take one massive leap in your direction and the sight of it is horrifying because all you see is teeth heading straight for you so you close your eyes again, tightly, because what else can you do but wait for certain death to finally claim you-

So you wait.

And wait.

...And wait some more.

Until you muster up the courage to open your eyes again to see what´s taking so fucking long and you realize-

Is this a joke? Are you a joke to them?

There´s only so many amost heart attacks one can endure and you swear to god you´re done with this shitshow-

Because the other It has made it onto the bed and those claws are way too close to your feet right now but they have a hard time reaching their target because-

It - your It - has a very tight grip on that leg indeed. So tight you can see it starting to cave in but that does nothing to deter the thing from trying to reach you - snapping Its jaws at you like a rabid dog and sending blood and other fluids flying everywhere, the arm It still got left trashing about in an attempt to reach you - any part of you - but-

Maggot Momma has had it.

She´s kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, upper body propped up against it and a clawed hand having a rather crushing grip on that scum indeed. She´s gonna obliterate it - hack and bite and claw and rip until there´s nothing left. How dare it look at what is hers and touch what is hers and harm what is HERS and never before has she felt outrage when looking at her precious Drama Queen because how could she when you´re perfection and you´re her perfect mate, meant for her only her but-

She´s failed.

And someone´s gotta pay.

A sharp tug sends the other It tumbling down onto the floor and there´s no way anyone could´ve missed the pop! that´s accompanied Its fall and a leg goes flying next, landing right next to you and you´re about to puke-

Finally, after what seemed like hours when it´s been a mere 5 minutes since carnage´s started you manage to snap out of whatever the fuck´s just happened and you can´t get off that bed fast enough. Literally tripping over yourself in your haste to get away from that - your body just sort of collapsing to the side, letting yourself fall over and down onto the floor and yknow what-

Hasting under the bed because fuck that shit.

...Which puts you in the direct line of sight of It - Its hollow eyes staring right through you it seems, not an ounce of life in them and, for the very first time since "residing" in this hellhole, this does make you wonder - what the hell happened? These must´ve been normal people with normal lifes at some point. What went down in this cursed building that´s caused all this?

You´re brought back to the present when It lets out a pitiful wail and you realize it´s because your It has started to relieve the other It of Its remaining extremities. And you get the feeling It thoroughly enjoys doing so, if the sounds are anything to go by - teeth are chittering and there´s a low humming that almost sounds like moaning and then there´s a hiss before-

The other arm is sent flying.

And, poor fucker - flopping around like a fish because having only one appendage left is bound to make things rather difficult and you can only imagine what a blow this must be to ones ego because how can you ever come back from that? And It seems to have come to the same realization because-

It´s trashing about with everything It´s got now (which is one leg), literally fighting for Its (undead) life, fight or flight mode fully kicking in now and choosing the latter because wouldn´t you?

It´s kicking and kicking and kicking - over and over - to prevent your It from taking away Its only chance to, somehow, turn this situation around and make it out (un)alive and for a horrifying moment you fear It´s actually managed because-

"Mmph-!"

A foot collides with Its face - the side that´s already demolished at that - causing It to falter and stagger and lose Its grip for a moment-

But a moment is all the other It needs.

Another solid kick! - this time right into the middle of the chest - sends your It flying, crashing against the dresser - wood shattering on impact and the other It has managed to prop Itself up, using the stump that used to be Its other leg for support and gaining enough momentum to actually get up and hop around - rather awkwardly - and make Its way to the door and you gotta admit-

That was quite impressive.

It doesn´t get very far however because your It is on the move again - covered in dust and wood pieces, some of them having impaled It - leaping up and clinging onto Its back like a deranged koala, sending both of them stumbling against the door and your position under the bed doesn´t really make for the best lookout (which you don´t mind in the least) so you can only assume what must be going on right now, which-

There´s a disturbing crunch! that sounds strangely wet at the same time and there´s gurgling like someone´s suffocating on something thick and viscous - like syrup - and then there´s a ripping sound and, suddenly, your It is on Its feet again, a clawed hand holding what seems to be a sogged rag that´s dripping onto the floor and-

What is that?

It´s eerily silent save for the ragged breathing which you´re sure is coming from your It because It looks to be trembling, whatever It´s got in Its hand shaking, making it drip even more and it feels like an eternity has passed when, at last, there´s movement. The other It using Its foot to rotate and turn to face your It - slowly - and you feel like you´re the one suffocating now and you realize it´s because you´ve actually stopped breathing because-

Now what?

You´re ripped out of your near panic attack - literally - when the other It suddenly comes crashing down and Its fall is so unexpected that it takes you a moment to realize it´s actually happened.

And it takes you another moment to realize just what you´re staring at.

There´s black, so much of it, it´s everywhere and oozing out of It and pooling on the floor and - squinting your eyes - is that a tongue?

You have your answer when what you thought was a sogged rag lands right next to It - lifeless eyes staring back at you, making you retch - and it´s a wonder you haven´t puked your guts out yet because it´s not like someone´s head getting ripped in half is an every day occurence and-

It´s not done yet. Casually walking (more stumbling like It's the walking dead, feet dragging behind a bit) to the other side of the room to pick up what looks to be a leg and just as casually walking (stumbling) back - leg dragged lazily behind, leaving smears of black on the worn out carpet. It´s coming to a stop right next to...what remains of It and you see the leg starting to leave the floor, going up up up only to-

The leg´s brought down again and again and again, the force behind it making flesh and bones burst, sending black everywhere and it sounds just as horrible as it looks - a squelching sound that´s reverberating through the whole room and your hands are coming up to cover your ears because you just want this madness to stop-

Please stop it!

It´s not until all that´s left is black goo that It relents, letting the leg - what´s left of it - drop onto the floor with a dull thud!, still breathing quite heavily indeed and then-

("Closing In" - Michel F. April starts playing in the background)

Silence

You wait.

And you wait.

...And wait some more.

Until you´re absolutely certain you´re no longer in danger of witnessing utter carnage. Only then do you slowly lower your hands, letting them rest on the floor - digging into the worn out carpet to brace yourself in case you gotta run for your life.

After what felt like hours It´s on the move again. Bare feet slowly making their way to the side of the bed that´s closest to the door because of course - your eyes following every step, head turning to never break gaze - and you´re stuck, nearly starting to panic again because you don´t know what to do, there´s nowhere to go because even if you managed to crawl out from under the bed before It got a hold of you there´s just no way you´d make it to that door. You know this because you literally just witnessed another It getting ripped apart and if a mighty lion didn´t stand a chance then what could you - a disoriented lamb - possibly achieve here?

It doesn´t matter anymore because it´s too late, your habit of getting lost in thought has sealed your fate and now there´s no more time to do fuck all because-

It´s reached the side of the bed and is starting to bend down, hands coming to join the feet on the floor - claws, then fingers, then palms - and lowering down down down and face starting to come into view now - chin, then mouth, then nose - until bright, glowing eyes are staring back at you and you can´t believe you´re actually starting to feel something that could resemble relief because finally you no longer see black.

Its demon-like appearance gone, save for the black veins still criss crossing along Its face - their visibility reduced to a slight black hue though - and teeth are back to their usual length and oh, oh my-

Only now do you remember that It´s missing half Its face - teeth on the right side fully visible, skin and flesh torn off almost all the way up to Its ear - and you can see remains of the other It stuck between those teeth - must´ve bitten that head clean off - and it is not a pleasant sight but you can´t help but think that-

Didn´t it look worse before?

You´re brought back to the present moment rather quickly because-

It has started crawling towards you and fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-

Never in your life have you crawled backwards this fast (you´ve literally never crawled backwards in your life ever because who does that?), fingers digging into the carpet, nearly scraping your knees in your haste to get away from that and you´ve actually managed to fully emerge from under the bed and you keep crawling backwards because what else can you do there´s no time and fuck! your feet are touching the wall now, hands pushing against the ground to straighten up only to stumble and plonk! onto your butt, back against the wall now and-

It´s still crawling towards you and it looks like something straight out of a horror movie and you really start to panic now, one leg shooting up to use your foot as a (pathetic) shield which probably isn´t the best idea considering what is crawling towards you right now because It could easily take off that foot with one bite and-

Really?

Must you be difficult right in this moment? Usually, Maggot Momma would be more than happy to have you squirming and struggling against her, trying to defy her - her perfect, rebellious Drama Queen - but Maggot Momma has had more than enough of that today. That scum is finally rotting in hell for what it did - looking at and touching and harming what is HERS and if that creature has wounded you-

Your ankle is grabbed and It´s going absolutely crazy - sniffing like a hound that´s picked up on a scent, starting with the foot It has a very tight grip on and going up up up your leg before descending again to do the same with your other leg, coming to a stop right where the other It has manhandled you before, letting out a low growl, tongue slipping out and running up up up almost all the way to where your leg meets your pelvis - making you squirm - and the only thing stopping It from going even further being your rather short shorts-

And continuing to climb up your body - Its other hand digging into the floor to keep Itself grounded - and nose coming to rest there now which seems to slow things down for a moment-

...and another moment-

-before It´s on the move again, sniffing up your stomach and - oh, oh my - in between your breasts, nose stopping right where you can feel your heart beating out of your chest and lingering there for quite a while before the hand that´s been gripping your ankle moves up to take a hold of your wrist, pulling your arm towards It and you let It because you quite like breathing and Its nose is continuing its journey, sniffing your hand and up up up your arm, across your collarbones - pushing your head up and out of the way - and down your other arm until It reaches your hand, pressing the side of Its face - the torn side - against it and you swear It´s started to purr-

It seems calmer now, more relaxed, and you can´t seem to take your eyes off It - almost mesmerized - and you blame the utter carnage that went down minutes ago because that´s surely fried most (if not all) of your nerves along with some of your braincells it seems but it´s like being witness to a horrible accident where one doesn´t want to look but, at the same time, just can´t bring themselves not to look and you´ve just never seen It so...tame before and you´re actually touching It in what might seem an affectionate way to anyone witnessing except your hand is literally touching sinew and bones and there´s blood and saliva and other fluids (you don´t wanna know) all over your hand now and that does make your stomach churn a bit, reminding you of the situation at hand which is-

Save save save you´re save and whole and hers and whole she´s made sure of that - that scum is with the maggots now - and only seconds later and she doesn´t know what she´d have done because you were meant for her now and forever and if anyone, anything tries to prevent what was foretold by the dark gods - that you belong to her and with her until the end of time and-

Torn face finally leaving your hand but remaining pressed against you, sinew and bones sliding up up up your arm and leaving smears of black and other fluids behind and you think It looks absolutely deranged - like It´s trying to get high on you - and It has reached your neck now and seems to deflate, eyes nearly falling shut, pressing you against the wall and that purring is back for all of two seconds before-

Eyebrows furrowing, hands coming up to rest on either side of your head, claws digging into the wall, nose going crazy once more, running up and down your neck before wandering along your throat to the other side and you almost, almost muster up the courage to ask if It´s-

Looking for something?

But then, suddenly, It freezes. Nose coming to a stop again right where It has left Its slobber before and even you can smell that foul stench now that must be all over you from It licking you, tasting you and-

Defiling you, soiling you, marking what is hers and-

Are these...?

Maggot Momma´s been so busy fretting over you - smelling you all over, desperate, to be absolutely certain no harm has come to you - that she completely neglected getting a good look at you.

But once she does-

She wishes she hadn´t.

Maggot Momma is shaking, vibrating with rage and anguish because she´s reminded yet again that she´s failed - by a hair's breadth - and just a few seconds sooner and she wouldn´t be looking at the proof of her failure which is-

A clawed hand wrenches out of the wall - taking bits and pieces with it - and moves to hover over your neck and for the first time since you´ve found your way into her territory - your home - Momma doesn´t dare touch you because It has left Its trace clear as day because she´s failed and she´s trembling with rage, afraid she´s gonna snap your neck if she so much as lays a finger on you because-

There´s blue that´s turning more and more black as time goes on and it´s all over your neck and it´s agony because Maggot Momma can make out every single one of that scum´s greedy fingers, can see exactly where they´ve been placed to squeeze and choke and just the thought of one of those claws pricking delicate skin makes her want to scalp herself, gouge her eyes out because a small nick would be enough to-

Has It died on you? Because It sure looks the part - frozen, completely rigid, breathing has ceased to exist - and there´s been total silence for quite a while now and you´re completely on edge, expecting something to happen any moment now and maybe you should start trusting your gut instinct more because-

BAM!

Clawed hand shooting up from where it´s been waiting, hovering over your throat - to do god knows what - to embed itself into the wall, the force of it sending cracks running in every direction, dust and wall fragments raining down on you and this must´ve been your third almost heart attack in 20 minutes you swear to god-

There´s ragged breathing and It´s trembling and twitching, seems to mumble and mutter something - sounding completely deranged - and Its teeth are chittering again - that clicking sound combined with the crazed chanting driving you mad - before Its head finally peels itself off your neck to rise rise rise, legs pulling up from where they´ve been entwined with yours to plant Its feet firmly onto the ground on either side of you, legs bending, knees nearly touching the wall - crouching over you now and you´re reminded yet again just how utterly long and tall It is - and Its forehead is resting against yours now, eyes closed tightly and that unhinged murmuring is still going, still twitching now and then and if someone was to walk in on you right now you wouldn´t blame them if they made a swift U-turn and legged it because you can only imagine what all of this must look like to anyone witnessing-

Black and red splattered across every surface - the floor, the furniture, the walls - and there´s limbs scattered everywhere like someone´s decided that Yes - a heap of somewhat human remains would really make this room shine and then there´s It, curving and bending around you like It´s trying to merge with you, become a part of you and that crazed chanting has toned down to a low rumbling now, its vibrations so violent you can feel them down to your very core and, suddenly, your vision is filled with bright, almost glowing yellow and a dull blue that almost looks like gray and there´s red everywhere - a ring of fire in front of an inferno - because-

Piercing eyes have opened to lock onto yours so intently it feels like they´re looking straight into your soul, like It´s trying to bewitch you, cast a spell on you because you can´t move, can´t breathe and your insides are constricting and you are powerless to do anything about it because there´s nowhere else to go, nowhere else to look because It has you cornered, demanding your full attention and-

Beautiful, mesmerizing, otherwordly you´re so perfect and so delicate and so hers but today all of that - all of you - was nearly lost because she´s let you out of her sight a mere 10 minutes. Foolish, utterly ridiculous of her to believe that bunch of misfits capable of carrying out simple orders-

～Watch, guard, don´t touch.～

But not again, never again she´s gonna be with you every second, every step, never gonna take her eyes off you ever again because now you´re whole but you were this close to being broken all because that lower creature couldn´t keep its greedy hands off you - touching and licking and befouling you - and your smell, heavens! used to be so wonderful, so mouthwatering, so her but now it´s-

...Gone, not a trace of it left because you reek of that parasite and it makes her want to puke her rotted guts out and she´s actually considering because anything, everything to wash away that stench that´s all over you, encasing you and it drives her mad, must do something, anything to-

("Lion" - Saint Mesa starts playing in the background)

Clawed hands wandering almost feverishly across your whole body, like they´re searching for something and you can´t help but be reminded of other hands almost instantly. Those hands were harsh and rough and not quite behaving like hands, feeling like they´re possessed - someone else pulling the strings - whereas these hands-

These hands are fast yet mindful - gripping with a strength that can be unpleasant at times but it feels like they´re aware of that, doing it on purpose because It seems to enjoy the sounds they evoke, which means-

These hands know how to be hands.

And one of these hands has already found that familiar place against the wall, claws digging in, preparing for-

Well, you know where this is going.

Another clawed hand closing abruptly around the soft, round flesh it´s found while roaming up and down your legs, giving it a good squeeze and it catches you so off guard that you almost, almost swat at it because - Excuse you? - and that same hand lifting you UP UP UP - jesus! - and you actually have to brace yourself against the wall, against It - just anywhere - because Its movements are so sudden, almost jerky like It doesn´t know where to start, doesn´t have any control over what It´s doing right now but now It´s got you up and at eye level - forehead pressing against yours - and these are some crazy eyes alright, looking utterly manic and Its hips are already going, wasting no time at all and not at all caring that It´s missing the target, actually rutting against the wall now and-

That crazed murmuring is back as well but this time you can actually make out some of it and it sounds more like a mantra, like chanting as one word seems to be repeated over and over and over and-

～Mine mine m-mine -ine mine m- mmh- ine mah-～

Sounding out so distorted, voice seemingly unable to stick with one pitch - going up down up down from almost chittering to demonic in seconds - and sometimes swallowing words completely - all that´s coming out then a sharp hiss or low grunt - and it feels like breathing becomes more and more difficult because It´s leaning rather heavily on you now, eyes becoming unfocused, head seemingly too heavy to hold up because it just slides off to the side and forward, pressing Its face flush against the side of your neck and fuck, teeth teeth teeth! you can feel something wet pooling there until it´s slowly running down over your collarbone and into your shirt - staining it - and you can tell this is gonna be a fast one because It seems dangerously close to being there already and-

HersHersHersHersHers you´re hers gonna make sure of it gonna make you reek of her only her now and forever and you´re never gonna be without her again, it was meant to be, was foretold she´s never gonna let you out of her sight ever again, keeping you close and by her side where you belong and if anyone anything tries to steal you from her again - challenge her - she´s gonna make it abundantly clear who´s in charge, who´s entitled to lay claim to the human that stumbled into her territory all these months ago, seemingly pulled to her like a moth to a flame, waiting for her, enticing her, yearning for her to claim you as her mate and-

Whole body tensing - becoming stiff as a board - and claws sinking into the wall like it´s butter as Its other hand clings to you for dear life - that buttock´s gonna bruise - and head thrown back to-

...That was a rather fast one and you reckon the only thing keeping the both of you from collapsing right now is the fact Its hand is still firmly lodged in the wall.

Well, that and the fact It´s nearly suffocating you because Its whole weight just collapsed forward and - Oof! - right into you, the side of Its face - the side that´s not torn thank god - coming to rest on top of your head like It´s completely overexerted Itself. So now you just kind of hang in there - face squished against Its neck - as It seems to struggle quite a bit to get Itself back under control - hips still twitching now and then, incoherent murmuring back in full force and today has been a very long day and just one moment of peace, of sanity, is that really too much to ask for?

It feels like an eternity has passed and just as you actually consider doing...something to move things along like...well, maybe wriggle about or lift a hand to very carefully swat at It or maybe you´re just gonna throw caution to the wind and bite that neck in hopes to catch It off guard, to startle It so thoroughly It´s just gonna drop you like a sack of potatoes and-

Finally, there´s movement. Head lifting from the pillow that is your head and It seems to become increasingly more aware of Its surroundings - eyes searching, zoning in on yours immediately, now as wild and piercing as ever, like a ring of fire in front of an inferno, staring into your very soul and-

...What? Do you have something on your face or-?

It´s looking at you rather expectantly - calculating yet hopeful at the same time - like It´s waiting for...something. It´s a look you haven´t seen on Its face before - almost like It´s actually, fully there and conscious and not seconds away from tearing into you and-

It´s still looking and has It even blinked at all yet? and it´s getting increasingly more uncomfortable because what does It want you´ll do anything to make It stop doing that and Its eyes can´t seem to decide which part of your face they want to rest on all of a sudden - flitting up and down, up and down, up down, up down your face and you´re brought back to the moment those eyes clapped onto you for the very first time - sizing you up, examining you, looking at you like It´s never seen a human being before, like you´re the oddity - and you really gotta stop spacing out because It seems much closer than before and keeps getting closer, eyes having found a place to rest on after all which seems to be-

Hold on, wha-

No fucking way-!

Maggot Momma can´t help herself, absolutely bewitched, mesmerized, drawn to you because - look at you, good heavens! - so perfect and whole and hers and whole she´s made sure of that and now that she´s reclaimed you, reconquered you as any worthy mate should she feels absolutely intoxicated, overcome with a need to do...something, anything to further strengthen and solidify the bond you two share and-

She knows it - she knows she does - it´s on the tip of her tongue, can almost taste what needs to be done, what is usually done in moments like this and she never thought that human facade worthy of her time - serving as bait more than anything else - so useless, so pathetic like the soul previously inhabitating this human shell and she hopes Ellie rots in hell where she belongs-

But right in this moment she can recognize the value of it, can see the use of a mind wired quite differently - plain, simple, ordinary - and it pains her to admit because she´s so much more than that, far superior to that, but what she wouldn´t give for a simple, ordinary mind right now because she´d know what to do in a heartbeat, so sure of it, even her eyes seem to know because it´s instinct-

Her body urges her to do something, anything - eyes locked onto the part of you that sings for her so sweetly, making the most wonderful sounds just for her and she´s close so close can almost taste it, taste you and it´s on the tip of her tongue, she´s this close to remembering she can feel it - something to do with saliva, of that she is certain and-

Oh...Oh!-

Yes, of course-!

You don´t know what you were expecting (you know exactly what you were expecting) but it surely wasn´t for that maw to open (you fear you´ll never get used to that aroma) and it surely wasn´t for a long, long tongue to come lolling out and what you sure as hell were not expecting was for that long, long tongue to glue itself to you - starting at the underside of your chin and - very slowly, almost in slow motion - going up up up over your chin, your lips and - thank god you remembered to close your mouth that´s been standing open from the sheer insanity of it all - reaching your nose and trying to wander into it only to come to the seemingly devastating realization - if the sounds are anything to go by - that not all holes are meant for tongues and, having to accept defeat (for now), the slippery muscle continues its way up and over your nose and-

...Going back a bit because Momma´s sure so sure it´s something to do with that part - prodding and poking at it like she´s trying to find the hidden lever that´ll open the treasury - only to have to accept defeat again because-

Nope, no way, hell to the no-

...Wet muscle reluctantly continuing its journey - over your nose again, between your eyebrows and all the way up to your hairline where It seems to pause for a moment, taking a deep breath and-

Almost sneezing in disgust because you still reek of that creature, that filthy rat and this will not do Maggot Momma won´t tolerate it because you´re hers alone she´s gonna make sure of it, gonna let everyone everything in and out of this cursed building know-

More, you need more of her-

Its tongue is going crazy now - running all over your face like you´re a popsicle and It´s burning alive - and It´s back to making the most unhinged sounds - clicking and hissing and rumbling that seems to reverberate through your whole body - and no matter how hard you try there´s no escaping that ridiculously long tongue because it simply follows wherever you go and-

Today has been a long day with way too many different bodily fluids when all you wanted was a moment of peace, of sanity and you don´t know how you´re gonna manage, don´t know how to distract It long enough to actually make it but you´re determined and even if you die trying you´re gonna risk it all because one thing´s for certain-

You need a bath.

(And you swear that face looked worse before.)

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #deadites #alyssa sutherland #evil dead rise...but gayer #ellie bixler

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Aight, so I'm just gonna post a quick excerpt from my Charmuro fic under the cut. I could use some pointers because I feel like I write Amuro really ooc, which pains me greatly. I'm also not the best at writing, so bear with me.

This is also a major au that doesn't make much sense, but whatever, it's a fanfic.

It was a funny thing, how quickly his life had fallen apart.

He wasn't unused to his life being controlled and meticulously planned out without his own wellbeing in mind by others, all for the sake of the 'Greater Good.' The seven years spent in enforced isolation after his performance in the One Year War was proof of that enough. Instead of being applauded for his efforts in defending Earth he was instead hidden away, deemed too powerful and 'dangerous' for contact with the outside world. Too much of a potential threat.

Yet another drafted teenager, being punished in one way or another for his service.

Though even that didn't seem as egregious as what he was now being subjected to.

The arranged marriage to the leader of Neo Zeon was purely political, Bright had explained, looking at Amuro with that same tired sympathy the younger man had grown so accustomed to during their time serving and knowing one another. It spoke a thousand words that were otherwise left unsaid as he broke the news and Amuro didn't have to parse through them all very hard to understand the general idea being communicated.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry something like this is happening again to you. You don't deserve it.

Amuro was sure Bright was sent by the leaders of Londo Bell in an attempt to soften the blow of the announcement, but he didn't much care for any sort of attempted platitudes. That didn't mean however he would take his anger out on Bright.

There was someone else he had in mind who was much more deserving.

Bright let out a long, heavy, sigh and wiped a hand across his face. It was a face that held a permanent sense of exhaustion and belied his true age, war and leadership being thrust upon his shoulders at such a young age that left him looking much older than he actually was. Amuro sometimes had to remind himself that the other man was only a few scarce years older than himself. "I'm sorry, Amuro," Bright finally said, at the end of the formal speech he was sure the Commander had been prepped on. "I tried everything I could to get you out of this. There's just no way."

He didn't respond for a moment, staring down at the half full glass of whiskey cupped between his palms. Bright had told him he had news when he arrived, and the look in his eyes had told Amuro it wouldn't be anything he would be particularly fond of. So, he did what he always did when situations like these arose that he knew could potentially be taxing.

He had poured a drink.

He tipped back the glass and gratefully drank down the amber draught, accustomed by now to the burn. "I suppose it's expected I'd be the one picked by him. Char always did have an odd fascination towards me I felt."

Bright blinked at him, his brows furrowing. "Amuro... Char didn't arrange this. Londo Bell proposed an arranged marriage for peace's sake. They deemed you the best candidate due to you two's... past."

Amuro's eyes widened momentarily and he stiffened, before sinking back into the couch he had been seated on and looking down again into the now empty glass. He glanced towards his liquor cabinet and thought for a moment.

He would need to restock by the time tonight was over.

"Ridiculous," He muttered darkly. "Our 'past?' Which one? The one where we were comrades for a few short weeks? Or the time before, where we nearly killed each other more times than I can remember." He huffed a humorless laugh. "What a brilliant plan."

Bright looked at him closely. "I don't like it anymore than you do. But aside from you, there's no one that knows him anymore. Not in the same way, at least. You may not believe it, but you're the best bet we have. I saw you two aboard the Argama together, at Dakar, and all throughout the One Year War. Some sort of understanding exists between you two."

A white hot flash of anger licked at Amuro's insides at the words coming from the man sitting opposite him. He and Char hardly knew each other. What was a few weeks of tolerating each other in comparison to the years of bitterness and hatred? What did it matter if they had reached an understanding towards the very end of their days aboard the Argama when Char's current policy of eco-terrorism and dictatorial rulership over Neo Zeon went against everything Amuro believed in? Everything they had seemingly promised each other?

No, he was not their best bet. It was more likely he would end up murdering the other man before the first month had passed, and where would their peace treaty be then? In the grave, six feet under along with the lives of countless of innocents.

There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say to get through to Char anymore. Nothing he wanted to say to him either.

He grit his teeth, hands tightening on his glass.

Bright sighed again, this one just as heavy and resigned as the last. "The ceremony will be held in two weeks time. After that you'll join Char in the Principality of Zeon. You're... encouraged to stay near, for the first year, at least."

Amuro mulled over it silently for a moment before replying tonelessly "So I'm a prisoner again."

That earned him a stern glare, but one without any real malice. "That's not what I said."

"It's what you meant."

He heard Bright stand and felt a large hand land on his shoulder. "Please, Amuro. It won't be like before."

Amuro didn't respond, nor did he look up at Bright.

No. It'll be worse.

At his refusal to respond, at least verbally, Bright huffed. "It's set in stone. There's nothing more to be done."

He heard Bright collect his things and finally lifted his head to watch as the other man shrugged on his coat, hand stilling on the doorknob as he looked over his shoulder at Amruo's still seated figure.

"You're a fighter, always have been. You'll make it through this." He paused before continuing, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Besides, you've kicked his ass before. There's no doubt in my mind if he gets out of line you can do it again."

With a nod and a solemn look in his eyes, Bright turned back towards the door and left, stepping into the chill night air.

Though the door was only open a few seconds at most, Amuro couldn't help feeling like the cold air swept into his house, creeping through the halls and lingering far longer than it should have.

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The wedding was arranged for a clear and crisp autumn day, and Amuro wasn't sure if to consider it a small mercy it was allowed to be held on Earth or instead view it as a mockery, that his last day on the planet for the foreseeable future was such a lovely one despite it being what felt like the definitive end of his life.

He refused a tuxedo or elaborate custom suit (both ever so gratefully offered by Londo Bell). He chose his mess dress uniform instead, the absolute closest he was to getting away with wearing his pilot suit which he would have preferred. He hoped he evoked the image of a soldier going off to battle, as opposed to a willing groom.

He doubted anyone else saw it that way, that he had essentially been drafted yet again.

At present he sat waiting in his private chamber for the ceremony to begin, a room that looked far too lavish and gaudy for his taste. In fact the whole venue was, he had surveyed the ornate hall in which his life would be soon sighed away before he has been herded to where he currently was, and found it distasteful. Large, marble walls and floors with golden streaks traversing said stone, tapering up into a domed stained glass ceiling, dozens of polished wood pews facing the alter where he would stand face to face with Char once again.

His stomach turned at the thought, and he swallowed down a lump in his throat.

Char, Casval, Édouard, Quattro.

He wondered who would stand opposite of him at the alter today.

"Amuro?"

He didn't need to turn around to recognize the hesitant voice of Fraw Bow calling out to him from the now open doorway of his chamber. She looked at him with the familiar, pinched expression of worry he was so accustomed to seeing on her face. All their time together growing up had taught him her tells well. He remained staring straight ahead, sitting stiffly with a look of resignation directed at the flowered wallpaper in front of him.

"Amuro, please," she tried again, a note of pleading in her tone this time. The click of her heels could be heard on the floor as she approached him, until he could sense her presence directly behind him. "Please, speak to me."

"There's not much to say, is there?" He replied in an irritated snap before he tempered himself. Fraw Bow was not at fault here. She did not deserve any of his ire just like how Bright did not deserve to be shot for being the messenger. He took a deep inhale before finally shifting in his chair so he could face his longtime friend. "Forgive me, Fraw Bow. I didn't... I didnt mean to lash out at you."

Her face was set in fond yet sad smile as she looked down at him, a slender hand going to run through his curls soothingly. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, exhaling yet again. This time he was considerably more comforted. "I could hardly blame you right now, even if you had meant to," she replied, pulling her hand back. Amuro opened his eyes and caught sight of the gold band on her ring finger and swallowed thickly. The reminder of Hayato and Katz stung at his heart, a burning and searing pain that branded their names on his heavy conscious.

He averted his eyes. Now wasn't the time.

"Still." He said somewhat lamely, unsure of what to say in response. He wasn't used to not being held accountable for his actions, but ever since the marriage was announced everyone who still remained in his life had been treating him like glass. As if this was any worse than the countless other atrocities he had been forced to endure.

it was, it was so much worse, he couldn't stand it and he wanted out, wanted out now

"Now, now," she said softly, hand moving to rest on her hip. "No need for that. You'll- you'll be fine." Her voice wavered only slightly, betraying her true feelings and doubts about the matter. Amuro sighed heavily upon hearing her voice crack but straightened up again in his seat.

"Alright. Alright then, Fraw." He said neutrally, not believing a word either one of them were saying. For the first time he cautioned a glance at the ornate clock situated above the entrance to his dressing room. Five minutes. Five minutes until he needed to leave this enclosed little piece of safety he was situated in.

#fanfiction #help #gundam #mobile suit gundam #amuro ray #char aznable #charmuro #amuchar #bright noa #fraw bow

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@blueper-saiyan

#Not sure if I’m allowed to pull out these tags as a separate reblog#but that is an interesting and fucked up theory I like it#and absolutely want to hear the long version#vegeta

you absolutely are as far as i'm concerned but since op's post was getting a bit long i'll respond here

dbz always reblog i have a theory that there's actually a reason for this it stems from my theory that vegeta's mom doesn't exist bc he's a clone of his dad basically it eventually become obvious that frieza was going to take whichever kid was heir to the throne so king vegeta (kv i guess) went ''aight we need a Super Baby (no tuffles allowed) and i'm the coolest guy on the planet. need a baby me'' so he gets a bunch of the buffest nerds imaginable (be real saiyan scientists like the job bc they get to fight physics) and start working kv: i need this kid to last as long as possible we're gonna need to buy some time scientists: got it boss *proceed to make the universe's most ridiculously hard to kill infant* how's this kv: excellent. frieza catch! frieza: oh this is adorable! i'm going to traumatize it =) <-an extremely brief summary of my hc

(^the tags in question)

ok so first there are a couple of things i need to get out of the way ahead of time– namely, i'm not the first person to come up with the vegeta-is-a-clone idea; the first person i saw with that idea was someone who wrote a fic i read a while back that i'm blanking on the name of at the moment, and while their version is massively different from mine, the core concept of clone!veggie is more or less the same

the second thing is that i get way too into world building sometimes and so a lot of pieces of my hcs get mixed up with one another and often don't fit in with established canon (which isn't like abnormal or anything but i want to clarify that i already know some of this doesn't perfectly slot up. in my defense the db timeline doesn't even match up with itself half the time)

the final thing is that while i've seen bits of the anime and the first handful of super episodes, i'm mostly a manga fan, so i view any non-manga parts of dragon ball as free real estate

buckle up, i was not kidding about the length (*immature snickering*)

SO.

first and foremost the relationship between the tuffles and the saiyans: the tuffles are described as being a peaceful yet technologically advanced race, but in my hc, they're a bit more complicated than that. for starters, i don't see how a supposedly peaceful race is going to have high-tech blasters, and while it's possible that they're for defensive purposes, it... really doesn't give off that vibe. also they were super into some fairly questionable science, some of which objectively involved human experimentation (or... humanoid experimentation, i guess)

jumping back to the future for a sec: gohan. gohan is a half-human, half-saiyan male hybrid, and while two separate species somehow producing a hybrid child isn't unheard of, male hybrids are almost always completely infertile. and yet, gohan grows up and has a kid (another explanation is gohan and videl are t4t, which i also love, but it doesn't really fit into this). so how are saiyans and humans not only capable of reproducing together, but capable of having children that can also reproduce? my theory here is that saiyans are genetically modified (early) humans– tuffles arrived on earth sometime prior to homo erectus finishing the jump to homo sapiens, grabbed a handful of various lab rats, and got to work.

this would also explain why saiyan tails look the way they do. to elaborate, here's a spider monkey skeleton:

notice how the tail is made up of more vertebrae that continue along the same curve as the rest of the spine. meanwhile, goku's tail looks like this:

it juts straight out, almost perpendicular to his spinal cord. to me, that does not look like how tails work– it looks grafted on. in the video game kakarot, bulma even makes goku a fake tail for him to fish with that he can just... stick right on there. i know dragon ball science is already broken af (someone please explain to me how dr briefs isn't basically a deity for inventing capsules), but if the tail is a genetic trait that didn't evolve naturally, it makes some sense (in the way anything in dragon ball makes sense, that is)

so– saiyans are a highly adaptable species that seem to be able to eat basically whatever, can both endure and dish out catastrophic amounts of damage, are biologically driven to fight to the point where it's hard to imagine how a society full of them could function at all, get stronger whenever they recover from being seriously injured, can transform into giant apes, and yet have a glaringly obvious weakness that can pretty much completely incapacitate them if you know about it? they seem designed for war, and not in the natural evolution-is-just-funny-like-that-sometimes way.

what we know about the tuffles sort of differs from source to source, but the most negative opinions come from the saiyans– according to vegeta, the tuffles basically treated them as slaves. which... yeah, that adds up, given everything.

anyway, here's where i divorce from canon entirely bc according to gt, king vegeta iii is the one who led the saiyans in the war against the tuffles, which raises... honestly so many questions. so i'm ignoring that; it was vegeta i and he was never officially king, but more on that later. i also need to note that the whole "saiyans lived on planet sadala, fucked it up, and moved to planet plant which later became planet vegeta" to my knowledge is not manga canon but since i like the general idea, i sorta moved it a bit.

in my version, the saiyans and the tuffles both lived on planet sadala, but the war between the two species got a little out of hand and the planet was kaputski (to be fair, if you suddenly got to turn into a giant ape and wreak havoc on the people who were possibly enslaving you, you might go a bit overboard too), so the saiyans stole all the tuffles' ships and gtfo'd (this is why everyone was so sure the tuffles were gone. bc typically blowing up someone's planet is a good way to get rid of all of them. at least in theory– i'm sure frieza can tell you all about how well it works in practice)

back to vegeta i– he wasn't a king, technically, but he was the saiyan who started, led, and according to all saiyan sources (which are biased but w/e) finished the revolt, and chose to die on the planet in an act of heroic sacrifice and/or symbolism and/or his daughter twisted a fact or two bc propaganda is a game we all can play, and the new planet they landed on was named after him. said daughter took the same name, declared the planet and the king to be one and the same, and set about conquering the shit out of it. so vegeta ii was technically the first king but if you asked her she was the second and also disrespecting her father and probably also about to be killed via spear (oh btw king vegeta ii is famed for her giant war spear which was very cool and intimidating and probably didn't see much use outside of ritual combat bc it's honestly more efficient to just blast people but all the statues and art and whatnot have her with it)

i'm going to take a minute to gloat about vegeta ii bc honestly she's one of my alltime favorite ocs that i've made, despite the fact that i don't intend to ever have her show up in anything (yass gurl haunt that narrative!!!) but basically she's a deeply respected figure in saiyan culture, although she died way before any of the saiyans still alive in dbz were born (except nappa), bc she... basically built saiyan culture from scratch. pretty much all the core beliefs the saiyans as a people had were from her very deliberately and surprisingly sneakily forcing them to be developed bc she was fully aware that the saiyans needed more than a love of battle to actually survive as a society independent of the tuffles. she basically had the whole thing set up and ready to last and become a proper empire but unfortunately the one kid that lived long enough to succeed her (by killing her in combat, obviously, and yes the others all tried and died– she's an important figure, not a nice one) ran face first into frieza and we all know how that went down

anyhow, vegeta ii's reign (which lasted a crazy long time bc she lived way longer than she should've and almost certainly used some kind of not-so-great method of living that long, but in her defense she needed to make sure at least one of her kids was cool enough to be in charge, so what's a few war crimes between monarchs) pretty much cemented all the saiyan pride and identity that vegeta iv is so fond of, and not just bc she was his grandma either.

the reason i have to get through all of that to explain my clone!vegeta theory is bc i need to explain why king vegeta iii became king in the first place– under vegeta ii's system, anyone could challenge for the throne at any time, regardless of who they were. her own children were expected - but not required - to do so, and if she died before an heir could kill her in glorious combat, the princes would become stewards and have the duty of finding the next king (who couldn't be one of them. fight and die for that shit like a real saiyan or no throne for you). however, there was actively incentive not to do that bc A) whoever's in charge has to actually be in charge and therefore gets to fight way less, and B) in order to become king you had to be ritually stripped of your identity as a person with the understanding that if you died during your challenge your name would be stricken from all records, none of your family or friends would ever acknowledge that you had ever existed, and you would simply cease to be (the afterlife doesn't follow these rules but most of the saiyans who are there still do, including the ones who by saiyan law no longer exist. say what you will about saiyans; they're a dedicated lot)

so anyway vegeta iii (before becoming vegeta iii – he had a different name bc names are super important in my version of saiyan culture but if i get into that here we will literally be here for the rest of the week - but i'll call him that for the sake of my sanity) is somewhat reluctant to challenge for the throne bc none of his siblings have managed it (not that they exist anymore whoops), but one of his colleagues/presumed ruling partner (not gonna get into saiyan relationships here either sorry) has been pushing him to do so for a while now

i think i've gone through a few names for vegeta's not-mom, but the most recent one is touga (from tougarashi, or capsicum annuum, and yes i was thinking of neon orange glimmer song by the mountain goats when i named her), so i'll call her that. touga is a pretty saiyan-y saiyan– she's violent, temperamental, proud, strong, and so forth, but another thing she is is deeply, deeply loyal to her people. she's also very aware of vegeta iii's weaknesses (such as "will probably care a little too much about kids if he has any" and "may make decisions based off of feelings instead of cold hard practical logic" and "seems likely to develop emotional attachments to family members"; you know, normal kingly failings) and has the lady macbeth-esque stainless steel go-fuck-yourself coldness to make up for her future husband's pathetic little morals or whatever

anyway, touga pushes vegeta iii to go for the throne bc holy shit his mom has been alive for way too long but also she has faith in hi or something and duty and whatever and dude do it if you ever want this saiyan tail, and eventually he caves and goes for it. he fights his mom, wins, gets a shiny new king name and is all set to run his kingdom. and then king cold shows up.

now in between killing his mom and our favorite chilly boys coming to town, vegeta iii and touga have had a kid, prince escallion (who is a girl ftr but i can't get into saiyan thoughts on sex/gender or the language or even escallion herself in this post bc we will never ever leave). escallion is pretty neat, just the strongest baby in history or whatever, but then post-cold arriving and politely yoinking the saiyans into his empire, rumors start spreading that frieza miiiiight be wanting a saiyan under his personal command. no prizes for guessing whose palace he's looking at for pickings. obviously the only prince they've got is not someone they can afford to lose, but they need a sure bet on super-infants and can't afford hoping for a genetic bingo, so vegeta iii assembles the universe's swole-est scientists and has them get started on making the Coolest Baby Ever (by cloning him, the king, bc he's the strongest but also bc frieza is an asshole and likes playing mind games with people so let's be real he's taking one of the king's kids no matter how tough they are)

so vegeta iv gets made (and named inappropriately but that's frieza's fault and a story for another time so ignore it for now) and eventually tarble is born and almost immediately sent off just in case frieza decides to be a bigger dick than usual (spoilers: frieza is going to decide to be an even bigger dick than that), and vegeta gets to spend the first few years of his life with his dad, big sis, and not-mom until he gets shipped off to go be a child soldier/slave/distraction, at which point frieza goes ahead and blows up the planet. there's more to it than just that, but i may actually want to write it out some day, so i'll keep the rest to myself for now.

#dbz #clone vegeta theory #dbz meta #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz headcanons #vegeta #vegeta iv #vegeta iii #king vegeta #long post #like super long #i said extremely brief and i meant it this is a long freakin' post #guest appearances by a monkey's skeleton and goku's ass #thanks for mooning the camera kiddo couldn't have done this without you #blueper-saiyan if you actually read all of this you may gain a powerup of some kind

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