# fuck backgrounds fuck fins

[hyperionshipping]

Think the twins don't even care about Tricks because bandits dying is not all that concerning and I think people assumed "that little dog of Jack's" died with him.

I think Tricks only becomes a hassle sometime later on. But no one can seem to find him... Lilith keeps dealing with vandalization and her already small crew getting picked off ("It's like a professional is hitting us. I... I think I know who it is") and, I think, just because he can he fucks with streams/the towers. He's got so much hate in his body.

Oh, and Jack's shield. Now you see him, now you don't, and now a corrosive bullets lodged in the worst spot it could be. Killing you agonizingly slow! If he doesn't shoot again and... oh. He did already

#s/i: Borderlands #Mote self indulgent bc of HIS background I could see Lilith asking Zane to try to find Tricks and he thinks he gets close. But it never work #s out. The one true lead he gets ends up being an elaborate trap. And Zane's not stupid. He knows he got out because (Tricks) whoever set it #was leaving a very firm message. Lilith is pissed and says she should've killed him. He had to have been around Jack's body before they tras #hed it. Tricks leaves an Echo recording of him killing a crimson raider as they yell their location. It's gruesome enough Lilith doesn't fin #ish it. #<- this is all too say since Jack is gone Tricks has no idea how to act. He went through he depression and without Jack I think he starts to #teeter back towards being The Demon. He can't finish Jack's plan but he sure as hell can make sure no one gets Pandora. #Or. I go with the idea hes still depressed. Still not a person. Either way. I really like my idea of a side quest from him being that he as #ks you to kill some bandits who've been fucking up Jack's grave. Do it? He gives you the location to an old weapon stache? Listen to Lilith #who says tear it down? Tricks very calmly with no music or anything goes 'You Vault Hunters are all the same. I'm coming for you Lilith.' an #d the reward is next-to-nothing

[be-good-to-bugs]

hatsune freaku!!!

#hatsune miku #vocaloid #miku #vocaloid fanart #its still monday 4 me so this counts as a miku monday #orbs art #this looks a bit wonk but i still think it cute #i really like my miku design. i think its cute and im v happy w it #idk whats happneb in the backround but its dont matter and is less borib #anywa i hop tumblr doesnt crunch these pictures like it tends tooo #if u saw me accidnely post this exact same thing to my yn blog first no u didint #oh fuck i jus realized i saved the wrong ver of the first one oops. oh well :/ kinda sad now bc the background looks EXTRA wonk there #fin

[dizzybevvie]

in an emotional HTTYD mood

#The shot where toothless' missing tail fin sweeps over hiccup's missing leg... poetic cinema #I would give anything to watch httyd in a cinema it must hsve been incredible #Stoick and Hiccup's whole arc makes me sob everytime #the first httyd movie might actuslly be the best animated movie of all time prove me wrong #from the characters to the animation to the soundtrack to the character design to the background design to the writing to the humour #To the setting to the casting to the line delivery to the details in the animation to the quirks and ticks of the characters its. MWAH #Every line that you think isnt important comes back in a way thats interesting and refreshing its exhilerating #not too fireproof on the inside. I did this. And this is for everything else. this is berk. we have dragons. FLAWLESS #FUCK ALL THE OTHER ANIMATED MOVIES I RESPECT YOU #Httyd makes me feel so many things that I wish i could explain there are not enough words to describe my feelings toward this universe #I went to the cinema first day httyd2 opened and it was magical but i dont remember a lot of it. #i mostly remember collecting informstiom and having no outlet for it so i just wrote pages of information of as many dragons as i could- #think of over and over again #Dreamworks has had four (4) good franchises and this is one of them <3 #Httyd was such a big part of my life that i literally would not be able to tell you snything else i did ages 5-8 than watch rob/dob #i miss it everyday :( #How to train your dragon introduced so many concepts to me morally and scientifically that it genuinely raised me somewhat #i wanted a dragon so bad i had dreams at least once per month where a dragon would come and take me on an adventure #I dont even know what to say. It meant so much to me #its the daddy issues </3 #apollo says stuff #apollo rambles about httyd #httyd

[sunflowers-and-sweetviolets]

anyway - head over heels for that old man <3

#he really plays into the conspiracy part of his tag in this episode #also a blorbo dies but thats by the by #conspiracy husband <3 #ok ramble abt Gwen in the tags #I really like her! i know shes his first wife and all but shes so well written i kinda love her #and do you guys know how funny it is so have an f/o who fucks in cannon /joke #she's as crazy as him and still has/had (he fucks up in this episode w her lol) respect for him #i expected to be really jealous but i actually really like her. one of the traits of John i really like is his dedication to his interests #*cough* autisim *cough* and shes the same as him. so i find her really endearing #i also really love her speech and vocal patterns. i just really like how she talks lol #one of my fav things about Lanik is his voice so i think I just like voices that scratch my brain and hers really does #shes so cool i love her #also unrelated but i like how we can hear Fin shuffling in the background and John just goes 'This is a private conversation' to him #HES SO FUNNY #she wanted to be with him again but John had to lie to her to protect her and others and it breaks my heart #she says 'going BACK on medication'...i love her <3 bt it imples she was so sick John couldnt cope #and Liv makes a good point - shes mentally ill and she feels bad for her. its sweet. #i actually didnt know Fin didnt know who Gwen was! #that surprised me. I forgot that was Baltimore lore of John. not NY stuff #tbf John didnt know Ken existed so it evens out lol

[sturniolosass]

Quiet. - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: You and Matt are bored of the movie you’re watching and a few things go down… including the bed frame being broken

-based on this post i made a few days back..

Warnings: smut, swearing, choking, biting, Dom!Matt, Sub!reader…etc.

You and Matt had been together for a while now, around seven months to be exact.

Tonight Matt had decided to invite you over something you’re always down for. But as of now you we being somewhat ignored while he played a couple games of fortnite with his friends.. Chris included, Unfortunately I couldn’t help but become more and more bored by the second… wishing he’d get off the game and give me more attention.. Something I felt too bad to admit considering he’s always getting off the game when I’m around… Eventually (after 2 hours) I got fed up with just sitting around in the background so I decide to grab a extra chair from the Dinning area and sit next to him

Upon sitting the chair down Matt looks up at me and smiles.. only a quick glance so he could assess my facial movement hoping I wasn’t as mad as I seemed.. I just look at the screen..

After around 5 minutes i start to focus on the way his hands are moving.. super fast.. over the keys he pressed so delicately, it turned me on, fast.. “shut the fuck up pussy” Matt shouts at a player he killed.. I could slowly feel my pink underwear get soaked, an extra large T shirt Matt had given me keeping me from staining the chair..I slowly run my hands down to my underwear to check if i’ve made a mess on the chair, hoping Matt doesn’t catch me when my hands between my legs.. I remove my hand quickly after realizing I’ve made a nice sized puddle on the seat running to my bag I grab a clean pair of underwear and rush out to the bathroom.. Not even thinking of the puddle on the chair..

I return from the bathroom and am immediately greeted with darkness.. I was confused for a second until i hear Matt, “come over here” he speak from his bed in the darkness.. “Did you get off the game? why is it dark.” i ask still confused.. “just come here” he spouts. I climb in the bed with my two knees, immediately sweep off them and laid flat on the mattress.. Matt above me with my wrists pined down with his hands.. “you made a huge mess on my chair..” He spoke leaning down directly in my ear.. “ how am i supposed to clean that” he added

“i didn’t mean to..” i spoke… “he turns his head.. “hmm what was it? what got you all worked up” he asks one hand trailing down my stomach to reach for my pussy… “i-it was.. you playing the game.. well—your fingers specifically.. they really made me hot..” i reply lightheaded.. “is that so? what about them?” he asked pushing his hands in my underwear slowly “was it? my hand on the mouse or the keys? or was it how fast you correlated it to me holding you down and rubbing your pussy” he questioned hand reaching my hole, eventually diving in with two fingers.. I couldn’t reply, too stunned to speak as he pushed his fingers further lathering them up in my juices, he pulls his hand out sucking both fingers.. pulling my underwear down from underneath me..

Kissing down my stomach as he yanked them down.. arriving at my area placing a soft kiss almost as a sign of respect due to the fact that he’s about to devour the poor thing.. Face immediately digging in causing me to spur a few profanities “oh fu-shit- Matt” i moaned, as his tongue run up and down on my clit, sucking and slobbering all over it.. “please Matt” i beg, worried I’d make a even bigger mess than before on the chair.. He just continues to eat me out, licking in somewhat of a figure eight formation.. moaning in between every one of my moans..

Coming closer to my climax i can’t help but grab his head pushing him deeper in my ocean, tongue diving deeper than the titanic, as i begin to orgasm i start to cream, him sliding two fingers in and out of me as his tongue does the two step on my flit sends me into over drive.. In less than two minutes I’m finishing, him still pumping two fingers in and out as he smiles up at me, gorgeous blue eyes staring in my soul

Rising over me and pulling my legs down he looks me in my eyes causing me to get more wet by the minute. He leans down closer to my neck kissing down to my collar bones, “Matthew please just fuck me” I beg not being able to take his soft lips kissing all over me.. wanting for him to just be inside me already.. “i’m going as fast as i can love..be patient.” he speaks finally making it to my nipple, sucking it him between his teeth immediately, rolling his tongue around it like a lollipop, he then grabs my waist pulling himself down closer to me.. his warm body hovering over me.. he releases my nipple “are you ready love?” he asks staring up at me from my boobs “yes matt please! i-I need you!” i beg in to which he pulls his pants down his ankles and off his legs.. He positions himself to my hole, mesmerized by the juices flowing out. “ok” he smiles and slides in for the first thrust, his hands gripping his headboard above me, “aghh-Ma-you’re so big oh my-“ i moan feeling every inch of him enter me.. being shadowed by his arm hanging from the bedpost.

He continues to thrust deeper and deeper in me, brushing that spot each time “oh f-fu-Matt” i stammer. “look at me?” he tells “huh” i react unable to keep my eyes open.. “look at me, i wanna see you cum, i wanna be the last time you think of when you climax” he asks thrusting in and out in such a quick pace.. eventually i hear a crack.. unbothered by it he continues to stroke deep gripping the bed frame tighter and tighter with each thrust, becoming deeper and deeper with each stroke..

“FUCK” he moans almost as a shout.. “ouu- matthew..fuck me..goodness” a few moans utter from my breathless mouth.. I can feel myself arching my back as i let my orgasm take over me. “MATT-fuck” i scream in to which he grabs my face preventing me from screaming any louder.. I can feel him begin to increase his pace looking in my eyes “yeah, i know baby” he says “cum for me” he adds.. “just like that” he says as he pushes me to orgasm..

I watch his face contort as his thrust get violent, getting closer to his high. eyes closing as he lets out the breathiest moans “o-oh fu-ck, shi- god you feel like heaven” he breathes. eyes rolling back, and just then that’s when i hear the bed frame crack, both of us falling 20 inches to the floor, mattress and bed cot underneath us, matt still inside me. He hurriedly gets up “are you ok? are you ok?” he stammers worriedly hopping off the bed “i’m ok im just on the floor” i laugh from the angle im looking up at him.

He then helps me up and stands there thinking of a way to fix his bed, now on the floor.. He decides to remove his bed frame completely for the time being.. “Can you sit over at the desk?” he asks looking at me with a concerned look.. I just laugh and walk over and sit in his chair. He then lifts the bed up off the ground leaning it against the wall and then grabs each panel one by one taking them down to the garage..

I just decide to hop in the shower..

Once i’m out the shower i come back in the room for the second time to see Matt sitting on his bed, that is now on the floor completely made up with no bed frame.. “I didn’t know what else to do.. I can order a new one tomorrow” he states.. “haha ok, what are we gonna tell Chris and Nick” I laugh thinking of all they’d have to say… “I don’t know..Nothing for now” he chuckles.. I just hop into the bed.. “your TV is up wayyyy too high now” i laugh at his TV mounted to the wall. “stop- i’m gonna have a bed frame!!” he whines jokingly.

3 hours later…

You hear Chris and Nick in the hallway talking about a fortnite game they were playing which spikes Matt’s attention. He hops up and runs out the room..

Minutes later you hear Matt nearing the bedroom door talking to Chris.. They both enter the room in a rush to what i’m assuming is get to the fortnite launch.. “Yo what the fuck-what happened to your bed” Chris states, Nick walking in behind them.. he gives you a funny disgusted look walking out the room “You both are nasty- oh my god” he fake gags. Matt and I both look to eachother. Chris shaking his head in disapproval “i can’t believe that’s what i was hearing earlier” “I need to go” He adds walking out the room and down the steps to his. “NICK ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE” I yell.. “GIRL BYE” He shouts back from the steps leading to his room making his way up the stairs so they can all get on the game.

You and Matt just giggle with eachother before he puts his headset back on…

De End 🧌

A/N: aye i wrote this as fast as i could for yall,so you know… my bad if it isnt “perfect”, also idk if i should’ve had a tag list but.. idk lmk if yall wanna be on a tag list.. also btw message me yalll!! I BE BORED!!

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo headcanon #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets imagine

[swordspider-fr]

srry i have to say it. the wings look so wack on the new ancients. 

#fr spoilers #fr #flight rising #flight rising neg #IDK i feel like i gotta tag it somehow #anyways this is not enough to get my ass to use fr again after nonactivity for months i dont think #i wanted big whale :-( some other kinda montrosity #they should got rid of the wings and just added more weird fins i think #some kinda angler fish type thing or idk #whatevver i know lots of ppl like eels so im glad those ppl are gonna be happy with this :-) and i mean that genuinely thats not meant ot be #passive aggresive i promise #but i feel like doing eels makes these guys look like just.... #fishified spirals which is idk. not isane enough for me to warrant ancient breed. i want my ancients to look weird and monstrous and fucked #up. im sorry lol my dragon videogame standards are too high LMAO #also both the adult pose silhouttes seem a bit off to me.... like a bit unreadable #i think would be beter if the ends didn't fall ontop of the bodyin the background #OBVIOUSLY none of this is changing and im just complaning to be petty i guess but lol. #the only two ancients i've felt were deserving of being an ancient are #goalers and abberrations. everything else feels waayyyy to much like just another modern but slightly to the left to me. #end was meant to be head* i cant type to today. the heads falling ontop of the bodies makes the poses a bit too cramped for my taste i guess #but thats also literally how spirals are (argueably my favorite breed) so i think my general dissapoint in the design is just making me more #ciritcal of them LMAO

[delulufortoji]

ONE NIGHT ONLY - choso kamo

pairing: choso x fem! reader

content: 18+, MDNI, begging, whimpering, riding, sub choso, modern au, and yeah thats pretty much it

word count: 2.9k

author’s notes: this has always been one of my favorite songs, so i was like "lemme write a fic with this song"

He holds you tight, fingers tangling in the strands of your hair, trying to pull you in deeper into the kiss. His touch is urgent, bordering on desperate as he clings to you, His hands roam over the landscape of your body, seeking to map every curve and valley, striving to keep you as close to him as humanly possible. He’s drowning in the feeling of your lips on his, nibbling away at them to keep you from pulling away—the taste of your lips is like a forbidden fruit, a temptation too sweet to resist. He craved more of you, your softness, your warmth, your alluring scent, which clung to him like a second skin, a scent that enveloped him like a comforting blanket. It's a scent he knows he will miss when the night is over, a scent he wishes he could keep with him always.

Reluctantly, Choso parts his lips from yours, panting for air, his chest heaving with each breath. “Mm…” He moans, pulling you closer by your hips, his voice a low growl in the silence of the room. “More.”

You glance down at him—his face is flushed with desire, his dewy cheeks stained with the signs of his arousal. Sweat begins to build on his brow as his gaze takes in the beautiful sight that is you, a sight that leaves him breathless with anticipation, his deep purple eyes soft and tender as they roam over your body, drinking in every inch of you with an insatiable thirst.

You still recall the night you first met, the memory playing like a reel in your mind. The bar was alive, buzzing with energy and excitement, The air was charged with the raw energy of rock music, the rhythm resonating throughout the room as the crowd, illuminated by the flicker of red stage, jumped and screamed to the beat of the drums. But to you, the sound of the music, the cheers of the crowd, the clinking of glasses—all of it served as nothing more than background noise as your eyes locked onto the band 's drummer. All you could see was him, the gleam of the overhead lights reflecting off his pale skin, contrasting with the dark hair that fell effortlessly around his face. His features were refined, chiseled perfection—every line and angle of his face seemed carefully sculpted, created by the hands of an artist, creating an intimidating air of godly beauty.

But it was his eyes that seemed to call to you, that caught your attention—they were laced with disinterest, with a gaze that seemed to indicate he was a person who didn’t seem to care about anything, a piercingly cold stare that made chills run down your spine. His eyes, dark like a moonless night, held an intensity that seemed to cut through the air, that oozed mystery and brooding allure, but once they settled onto you, they softened, his face flushed as he stared at you.

Before you knew it, he was gripping and grabbing at your waist, his lips melting into yours as he drew you in closer, his hands wildly exploring your body with an unmatched sense of urgency, thrusting up in you.

Nights like those became routine. Every couple of months he’d fly out to see you, just for one night. You’d fuck, and then he’d be gone by the morning, leaving nothing but his lingering scent and an ashtray full of cigarettes. You knew whatever you had was nothing permanent, but each time he left, you found a piece of your heart going with him, leaving you longing for his return.

“Don’t get too attached,” you remember him telling you, his words echoing in the silence of the room. “This is nothing more than a fling.”

He sounded so cold and detached then, as if this was nothing more than a night of fun and good sex. You never would have imagined that the same person then would be in front of you now, eyes of longing and desperation as his hands traverse your body, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you closer, whining, pleading to surrender himself over to you, to let him drown in the pleasures you had to offer him.

“Keep going…” He mumbles, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. He’s completely consumed by the sensations you’re stirring within him—every lingering touch, every caress, sends waves of longing coursing through his veins, leaving him yearning for more. Yearning for more of you.

A sly smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you ease him onto his back, climbing into his lap. You can’t help but want to tease him, to play with him a little as you see him in this state—tonight was your only opportunity, and you were going to take full advantage of it. This was a night of stolen moments, a night of passion and longing, a night that you both knew would end with the break of dawn. But for now, you were his, and he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

You brace your hands just above his knees, your legs spread out, giving him the most alluring view of your body, tits out and all. You look down at him, a soft chuckle escaping your lips—his dark hair is splayed out over the pillow like a crow’s wings, his plum eyes wide and dazed, his cheeks stained a rosy red from anticipation. You slowly trace your fingers down Choso’s stomach, following the curve of his body towards his dick, your fingers teasingly brushing against his hardening length.

His breath hitches, and he lets out a low, guttural growl. “Stop it,” Choso murmurs, but you can tell from the way he’s moaning and writhing under you that he wants you to continue what you’re doing, wants you to keep pleasuring him, wants to succumb to your will. You know just what you’re doing to him, rendering him too weak to refuse your advances.

You lean forward, lowering yourself onto his cock with a deliberately slow and gentle push, sliding his member into your cunt, letting it delve deeper into your folds. Choso can barely manage to hold back a whimper as you dive into your task, sliding up and down his length, taking him fully in and then lifting up, rocking back and forth, your movements slow and intentional, teasing him with the sway of your hips, making him wish for more.

“Ngh, don’t…” He lets out a breathy whisper, his hand slipping up your thigh and gripping you tightly for stability as you drag those pretty sighs from his mouth.

Each movement is enough to send Choso into a state of euphoria, driving him to the brink, leaving him in a blissful state of disarray. The sight of him, disheveled and writhing beneath you only fuels your desire to tease him further, tantalizing him with the feel of your pulsating walls gripping his length.

You smile as you ride him, glancing down at his flustered expression. One night only, you think to yourself. This was one of the only times you would ever get to see him like this, with his stoic facade melted away, his defenses shattered as he surrenders to the pleasure you offer, only his vulnerability and desire evident.

Choso’s focus narrows, his entire being consumed by the closeness you’re allowing him—the brush of your soft body against his own skin, the wet heat of your pussy clenching around his throbbing length, the feel of your sweaty palms locked together—all of it only intensifies the lust that had consumed him. He clings to your body with an unmatched desperation, his movements rushed as he rolls his hips against yours, trying to savor every precious moment of closeness—he’s already drunk on the sensation of being this close to you, yearning for more, longing for a way to be even closer than you already are.

You lean down, letting your mouth trail down his neck, your teeth nipping at his exposed skin, drawing soft gasps from his lips. Your hands roam over his toned chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, appreciating the hard firmness beneath your touch. Meanwhile, Choso’s squirming beneath the weight of your touch, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and euphoria that you effortlessly provide him, drawing those precious mewls and whimpers from his lips. He’s completely under your control, each whimper, each plea for more making your heart flutter with satisfaction. You love the sight of him beneath you, completely undone by your touch—you relish in it, in fact.

“You like that?” You tease, slowing your pace even more just to see his reaction.

His brows furrow, and his lips turn curl into a slight frown—he clearly wants to say something, wants to object, but the way you’re riding his cock leaves him so overstimulated that he can only let out cries of pleasure. He presses his lips together, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape, but the overwhelming sensual gratification had already taken hold of him.

It takes him a while, but he’s finally able to force out one sentence: “Please…go faster.”

Your lips tilt into a smirk—you know exactly what you’re doing to him and it drives him crazy. You feel so good, so damn good. Good enough to drag a needy whine from his lips.

“No.” You say, an airy chuckle escaping your lips as you watch him squirm beneath you.

Choso doesn’t immediately reply, gritting his teeth and turning his head to the side, the veins in his neck tensing. He’s trying hard to keep his cool, to keep his frustration in check, but the effort is clearly visible. His sulking is brief, however, lasting only a few seconds before he turns his attention back to you, hypnotized by the sight of you grinding against him. He focuses instead on whatever sensations you are permitting him; the warmth of your skin, the wet heat of your pussy squeezing around his length, the squeeze of your palms around his knees. But it’s just not enough for him, not enough to fulfill his desire. He doesn’t want to waste time going slow—he wants to be completely and utterly consumed by the pleasures you provide him with. He can’t stand it a moment longer. In one swift movement he sits up and turns you both over, putting you on your back and pinning you beneath his weight.

For a moment, he simply stares at you, his gaze intense, as if he’s trying to etch the sight of you into his memory. His dark hair falls around his face, partially obscuring his vision, but he doesn’t seem to mind, his focus solely on you. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice barely more than a husky whisper, “I just…couldn’t wait any longer.”

You roll your eyes at his earnestness, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Just make this good,” you retort, a playful challenge laced in your words.

And that’s what he was going to do—he wants to be good for you, wants this to feel just as good for you as it does to him. He’s desperate to make you enjoy every second just as much as he does.

Choso’s hips slap against yours once—a single thrust already has you moaning, salivating at the sensation, nails digging into his skin for support, for something to anchor you.

“Fuck, Choso…” you manage to gasp out, your voice filled with raw desire.

Choso doesn’t respond verbally, instead, he forces himself deeper and deeper, driven by an insatiable hunger, captivated by the sensual sway of your hips, the tantalizing feel of your skin, and the addictive sensation of your clenching around his dick, finding himself overtaken by the primal urge to feel every inch of your body.

More. He craves more of everything you have to offer. He yearns to delve deeper, to explore every centimeter, every crevice of your body. He longs for a closeness so intimate, it would be as though you were momentarily conjoined as one person.

Choso begins to piston his hips with a purpose, each thrust a deliberate act of stretching you open further. The physical sensations that consume you both are no different than a potent drug, or an intoxicating elixir that fuels their connection. He fixates on the tight heat of your walls around his cock, the way your hips meet his rhythm, the delicious way you clench around him as his dick stretches your hole out.

“God…” Choso moans, unable to hide his pleasure. The sight of you before him is tantalizing, enough to strip him of any remaining self-control. The hunger in his gaze only intensifies, his eyes boring into you as he loses himself in the hypnotizing sight of your body. With a low growl, he pulls you down by your waist, his hips meeting yours in monstrous thrusts—his cock hits your sweet spot with precision repeatedly, each one eliciting a chorus of whimpers that echoed through the room, driving Choso towards the brink of madness.

His mind is filled with a single, overpowering thought - more. More, more, more is all he can think as his tip grazes your sweet spot, stealing those beautiful, salacious noises from your lips. Choso can barely focus anymore, can’t maintain his rhythm as he loses himself in you—you demand his concentration, demanding him to forget about everything else at this moment. And Choso succumbs to it all—the way your lips part every time you moan, each one a haunting melody that calls to him. The way your nails dig into his back, evidence of your passion imprinted on his skin. The way you writhe and surrender beneath him, the way your insatiable hole eagerly devours each of his thrusts - it all overwhelms his senses, controlling his every thought.

The rhythmic sound of your skin slapping against each other becomes a relentless symphony, a testament to your unyielding pleasure. Choso loses himself completely in you, completely drunk off of you—he just can’t help himself. You’re like a drug, impossible to resist once you get a hit. And you just looked so pretty beneath him, giving him the most captivating view of your body—pussy on full display, your eyes rolling back each time Choso hits your sweet spot. Every time Choso looks down at the naked body beneath him, his cock can’t help but throb, growing harder at the sight.

Choso can’t hold back any longer, his body reacting instinctively to the overload of pleasure. He lets out a contented sigh, his warm, creamy release flooding your pussy, filling you with his essence. Each pulsing jet of his cum stretches your walls, the sensation of being filled so completely driving you over the edge into your own orgasm.

He gradually slows down, each languid thrust of his hips causing his cock to pulse within you. His voice, husky and raw, breaks the silence. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” His words trail off, his breath hitching in his throat.

Choso's body is slick with sweat, the muscles in his chest heave with each labored breath, his heart pounding against his rib cage. He closes his eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his veins, the pulsating warmth of his release still lingering within you.

Slowly, he collapses onto you, his body molding perfectly against yours as he holds you. His head finds rest in the crook of your neck, the tickling sensation of his soft hair against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. His arms wind tightly around your waist, pulling you closer against him, his fingertips lightly tracing patterns on your bare skin that leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The feeling sends a pleasant shiver down your spine—the soft sigh that escapes your lips draws his attention, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. His gaze softens as he looks at you, lips curving into a gentle smile, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair from your face. His fingertips lightly trace the curve of your cheek, his gaze filled with a warmth that makes your heart flutter.

The gentleness of his touch, the warmth in his gaze, it paints a picture of a man different from the one you thought you knew—it's a side of him that you've never seen before, a side of him that he's only let you see this one night.

The gesture sends a warmth spreading through your chest, your heart fluttering at this moment of intimacy. Your heart swells in your chest, a warmth blossoming from within, spreading throughout your body. A smile tugs at your lips, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. You lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, sweet kiss, a shared moment of tenderness that leaves you both breathless.

But as you lay there, in his arms, you can't help but feel a sense of sadness creeping in. This shared intimacy, this closeness, it’s fleeting. It’s a one-night-only deal, a brief interlude in your otherwise separate lives. By morning, he wouldn’t call you until the next time he was in town. By morning, Choso would be back to his usual self, the man who seemed so distant, so unapproachable—the man who only surfaces in the dead of the night when he’s sick of being alone.

So, you draw him closer, nestling his head in the crook of your neck as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “It’s fine,” you assure him, your voice barely a whisper against his ear, “keep going.”

This is one night only, a stolen moment in time. And you intend to savor every second, to make each moment last as long as you can.

pls listen to one night only by sonder it's literally so good

#jjk #jjk fic #jjk smut #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk fics #anime smut #choso kamo

[taocard]

freminet + aquarium date

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐬𝐰𝐨'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I'm making a masterlist soon! so navigation will be much easier! 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Freminet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❄ first of all, Lyney never thought the day would come when his little brother Fremi would gain the courage to ask you on a date "i-it's not a date we're just handing out!" Freminet softly protests "Sorry but I disagree. why else would you be resembling a tomato right now?" "...shut up" ❄ Lyney helps Freminet get ready like he's a proud mom all of a sudden ❄ Freminet drove you to the aquarium on his scooter and was all blushy when your arms wrapped around his waist (modern au Fremi has a scooter. I take zero objections.)

❄ he will link pinkies with you when you're walking around. he is shy and doesn't know how to just hold your hand :(( ❄ he'll ease up after 10 minutes i promise. if you are relaxed then so is he ❄ and he's in his natural habit here! ❄ you know those signs everywhere that say fun facts about each thing? you two aren't even reading those because Fremi is actually a huge nerd about the ocean and telling you all the facts himself. and he makes it more interesting too! ❄ the absolute sparkle in his eye while he's geeking out and telling you about a fucking sting ray is actually so cute. ❄ like, please. let him talk his ear off. if he's talking it means he likes you. ❄ istg. he could have a podcast about the ocean and you'd listen to like its asmr with that soft and soothing voice of his. ❄ oh! and! he will take photos for you! if you're someone who likes to take pictures and post them on social media he can do the photo taking for you. he's actually a really good photographer (probably from how much Lyney needs pictures taken for his own social media page. so Fremi has some experience) ❄ he'll have this gentle look in his eye when he takes pictures of you smiling and looking at the fish and things ❄ he is definitely making the background on his phone a picture of you after this oh my lord ❄ he is so whipped for you :(( ❄ if you say you want to take a selfie with him he will get shy. like, he is the one taking pictures, not the one in the photo.

❄ but just explain to him it's a picture for only you to see and no one else and he'll ease up and take the photo with you. he'll do it for you just don't show it to anyone please because he thinks his smile is ugly ❄ LISTEN HERE. TAKE NOTES. ❄ SAY HIS SMILE IS CUTE. SAY HIS SMILE MAKES YOUR DAY. I DO NOT CARE HOW YOU DO IT. JUST COMPLIMENT HIS SMILE AND HE'LL FEEL ALL WARM AND GIDDY IT IS SO WORTH IT AND WILL GIVE YOU EXTRA BONUS POINTS. ❄ his favorite part has to be where you can pet the different baby sharks in the tanks. he absolutely loves the sensation of their backs and fins. HE WON'T ASK FOR IT. BUT TAKE A PIC OF HIM TOUCHING THE BABY SHARK AND SEND IT TO HIM. like he will actually appreciate it and hang the photo up on a wall at home or something ❄ best for last is the gift shop! ❄ OK OK OK HERE ME OUT

❄ you're wandering around the gift shop and he's obviously gonna pay for whatever you want cause he is so polite and gentlemen material like that ❄ and he will ask you "has something caught your eye?" ❄ AND THERE IS 2. MATCHING. PENGUIN PLUSHIES. ON THE SHELF AND THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES LEFT LIKE HELLO IT WAS PRACTICALLY FATE ❄ now you two are matching! ❄ imagine after the date and moving forward or whatever, if you two are on a phone call, he is staring at the penguin plush because it reminds him of you, and it's kind of funny how it's like your voice isn't coming from the phone but from the plush ❄ he now carries around that plush. because. it reminds him. of you. and it makes him so warm inside. ❄ when he drops you off at your doorstep for the night he will be so happy to hear you say: "I had fun, we should do this again sometime" ❄ cause it means he did something right! he has no idea how someone as cool as you would like someone like him but it worked out! YIPEE

❄ PLEASE. PLEASE KISS HIS CHEEK BEFORE YOU GO INSIDE

❄ HIS HEART WILL BEAT SO FAST HE'S WORRIED YOU MIGHT HEAR IT. ❄ like. he put his hand over his heart to try and quiet it so you wouldn't hear it :(( ❄he is this little blushing mess and has the cutest smile on his lips ❄ don't lose this one. he's a keeper. ❄ when he gets home he's stuffing his beat red face into a pillow and lightly kicking his feet

#freminet x reader #freminet fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #lyney #GOODBYE FREMI IS SO CUTE. #I'd kill for him i swear

[tobeywobey]

riptide ponies :3

separates (+ my ramblings) under the cut

gillion seapony/hippogriff, they usually have wings but fuck that, boy gets a special coral horn because i said so, and he’s the chosen one . Their little ear tuffs are instead fins :3 gave them cutie arms bc i said so. its a moon, star, and clouds to parody that moonlight storm and sea businsss.

jayjay fluffy Pegasus ! no cutiemark because I didn’t know what it would be , but also maybe could tie into her direct refusal of what she’s “meant” to do (go into the navy)

Chip earth pony! he hates it <3 not many notes, x marks the spot cutiemark bc of his pirate background and he’s always looking for Something ^_^ (Arlin, in this case) fluffy but not as fluffy as jayjay .

chip and Jay both have white patterns bc I think it’s so cute. and then gilly and Jay have those leg fur highlights :3

#jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #jay ferin #jrwi #jrwi gillion #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi chip #jrwi chip fanart #jrwi gillion tidestrider #jrwi jay ferin fanart #jrwi fanart #riptide fanart #just roll with it riptide #jrwi gillion fanart

[tonyspank]

TRUTH HURTS 2

Summary: Kingpin has escaped The Raft and it’s up to you to bring him back.

A/N: AHHH.. i don’t like this part 2. and everyone that sent requests i will be working on them today! Warnings: Idek, fighting i guess

"Oh! What a time to be alive," You sing in the middle of your kitchen, dancing around as you prepare breakfast. "Living in the future blinging on my hotline!" Dancing while food being present has become a routine. You look out the window and see your neighbor Ms. Brown, who you know is an early riser, peeking through her curtains, shaking her head in disapproval. You give her a cheeky wave and smile as you continue to dance.

Once she walks away you shoot a web at your curtain, shutting it. You turn the music down and stop dancing. You let out a laugh, "That could've went worse." You pull out your phone, dial Jenna, and FaceTime her. It rings a few times before showing unavailable on your screen.

That's weird. Jenna normally answers your calls in the morning. Since you're always busy doing Spidey patrol in the morning, it's normally her who calls and you don't answer.

You shrug and decide to call her later. You turn the music completely off, no longer in a dancing mood. You start to worry, hoping she is okay. You grab your phone and dial Jenna's number, but she still doesn't answer. You start to worry even more, imagining the worst. You decide to call her one more time, this time leaving a message.

Your anxiety eases once she replies seconds later, "Busy." You shrug it off continuing to cook your eggs and bacon, the smell filling your entire apartment. Once it's cooked you plate your food, brining it to your kitchen table. Having just picked up a piece of bacon, your phone begins ringing seconds after you start eating it.

"You've gotta be kidding me," You mutter, your mouth full of food. You reach out for your phone, still chewing, and answer the call. "Hey, kid!" You shut your eyes at the voice. The voice on the other end of the line continued, oblivious to your annoyance.

You sighed and shoved more food into your mouth. "What do you want?" you ask, but your words are muffled by the large amount of eggs in your mouth.

"What? Speak up!" the voice demanded. You took a deep breath, swallowing the food, and replying in a clearer voice. "What do you want?!" Tony chuckles, finding the situation hilarious. "I need your help." He says, still laughing and out of breath? You grumble in response, but you know you can't deny him. "With what--" You cut yourself off, "Why do you keep grunting in my ear!" "Sorry, sorry," Tony replied. "I'm kind of grunt in the middle of something."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Immediately your mind thinks the worse, Tony grunts again. "Ew, kid. Don't think like that." He laughs again, and you can't help but smile. Before he could speak again you ask him, "Are you in the middle of a battle?"

Tony chuckles. "No, well-- Yes? Kind of, me and the team are in Hawaii! We're playing volleyball - Cap! That's cheating!" Tony grins, and you laugh as you hear Steve say something in the background.

"Sounds like fun. Who's winning?" You ask. "Well, me of course." Tony's laughter infects you and you can't help but smile. Steve says something else in the background and you can't help, but ask "What did he say?" Tony laughs and replies "Oh, nothing. He's just trying to one up me."

"Anyways! I was calling because since we're kind of busy, I need you to do something very important for me." His laughter is gone, he's serious now and his voice is stern. "Kingpin escaped The Raft."

Your heart sinks at his words, you take a deep breath. You know what this means. You have to take him down. Kingpin was dangerous and unpredictable. And he also wasn't your biggest fan due to the fact you were the one who got him sent to The Raft in the first place.

Now that he's out you know he'll do whatever it takes to get his revenge. You don't know what it will take, but you know you will do whatever it takes. You'll find Kingpin and bring him to justice.

"I need you to find him and bring him back. It's a matter of urgency. I won't be able to do it myself, so I'm counting on you." As you grip your phone harder, you feel a sense of dread rise within you.

You know this is a crucial task, and you don't want to let him or your city down. Calming your nerves, you reply with a determined confidence, "You can count on me. I won't let you down." Tony says his goodbyes, wishing you luck. Your breakfast is soon forgotten as you rush to your bedroom, putting on your Spidey-Suit.

You take off, swinging through the city, eager to put an end to Kingpin once and for all. You know it won't be easy, but you are confident in your abilities, ready to take on any challenge that comes your way.

"Karen call Yuri." Yuri answered, speaking in her usual professional tone. "You're late." Rolling your eyes, you sigh. "I know. I've just been told. You could've at least called me." Yuri didn't reply, but her silence spoke volumes. You knew she was disappointed in you, but you also knew she understood.

"Do you know where he's at?" You ask, hopeful. Yuri sighed. "Unfortunately, no. But, I have some addresses to his hideouts." You're taken aback. "Multiple? As in more than one?!" Yuri confirms. "It's been a week, he's been quite the busy guy. I'll text you the locations." With that, the call ended.

You hang up with a heavy heart. You know you should be grateful for Yuri's help, but you can't help but feel guilty that you hadn't been able any information yourself. After you told Jenna that you were Spider-Man/Woman, she's been worried sick. She'd been demanding you to rest, but now you knew that you wouldn't be able to until you'd defeated Kingpin.

You mentally prepare yourself for the fight ahead. It was going to be a difficult one, especially with no leads. It was like going into a dark room with no source of light. You had no idea what could be lurking around each corner, so you had to be careful. You had to take things one step at a time and hope for the best.

You continue swinging through the large city of New York, almost arriving at one of Yuri's locations. Right before you shoot out another web you feel volts of electricity course through your body.

You realize it's an EMP and it shuts down your suit. You crash to the ground, powerless. You try to power it back on, but nothing happens. Looking around you try and find the source of the EMP.

You spot a figure on the roof of the building, a dark figure with a small device in their hands. hey jump off the building easily, heading towards you as you get back on your feet, holding up your fists.

The figure steps closer to you, and you brace yourself for a fight. Suddenly, the figure appears in sight as the sun shines behind them. You recognize her immediately, "Felicia?" She smirks, "It's been a long time, hasn't it...Spider?" She steps closer and you drop your fists.

The Black Cat was back as well. Whenever she was back, it was for trouble. You take a deep breath and try to figure out why she's here. "Who are you robbing now, Felicia?" She grinned, showing her sharp teeth.

"I'm not here to rob anyone. I'm here for you, my old friend." She stepped closer and you could feel the tension in the air. "I need your help." You hesitated, considering the risks involved with helping her. Finally, you nodded and said, "What do you need me to do?"

She steps closer, running a sharp nail down your mask. She smiles and says, "Look at you. So ready to help me." Your eyes roll under your mask. The tension between you two was palpable, like a wire stretched tight between two posts, ready to snap at any moment.

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly. You can feel her eyes on you, waiting for your response. "What do you need?" Her hand moves to your bicep, squeezing gently. Her face is close to yours as she says, "I need you to help me take down Kingpin."

You're confused. It is extremely unlikely that she would request such a thing, or even give up the opportunity of having no attention paid to her at all by you or the police. With Kingpin on loose, she could commit the biggest robbery ever and get away with it. You look into her eyes and see the determination and desperation. "Why? What's in it for you?"

She lets go of you, backing up completely. "If I don't take him down, he'll kill someone very important to me." She lifts her chin, a steely glint in her eyes. "I have to do this. I'm going to take him down - by any means necessary." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. She nods at you, silently conveying her dedication. "Who?"

Her serious face is gone, and she walks back up to you, bringing a finger to your lips. "Shh," she says. "Don't worry. You don't have to get jealous. You'll always have a special place in my heart, Spider."

She winks, and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder before turning and walking away. You stand still, watching her go, your thoughts a swirl of confusion and surprise.

But now was not the time to get distracted by her childish antics. Unless she was serious about having someone to protect from Kingpin. Who could it be? The cat didn't have any family, so who could be so important to make her come out of hiding? You shake the thoughts from your head, heading toward the nearest hideout Yuri sent you.

You had to focus on the task at hand, the rest could wait. You had to find Kingpin and take him out before he could cause any trouble. "Yuri, I'm here." You say, sitting on top of a light post near the hideout. Scanning the horizon, you look for any sign of movement. "Good, update me once you're inside." She says on the line. You nod, "Got it," hanging up the phone, and jumping down from the light post, stealthy making your way inside the hideout.

Webbing yourself to the ceiling of the building, you crawl around scoping the entire place out. There were no signs of Kingpin, only his goons. You call Yuri back informing her of the situation. Even though Kingpin wasn't here, this hideout was great evidence and a nice place to start to look for him.

Yuri thanked you for the update and told you to keep looking around for any clues that could lead to Kingpin's whereabouts. You continued to search the hideout, hoping to find something that could help the search.

At the back of the hideout you find documents and a yellow envelope. You opened the envelope and inside you found a bunch of photos... of you and Jenna. You were confused and shocked. You quickly put the photos back in the envelope and tucked it away in your pocket. You had to find out what was going on.

How did Kingpin get ahold of these photos? It looked like they were taken from blocks away, the view coming from your living room window. You left the hideout in a hurry, and a million of questions rushed throughout your head.

Did he know your identity? Was Jenna in danger? You had to find the answers. You had to find Kingpin. But first you needed to know if Jenna was safe, "Karen call Jenna!"

You held your breath as the phone rang. Finally, Jenna answered. "Jenna, it's me, are you okay?" You asked. She hesitated for a moment, then finally answered, "Yeah, I'm good. What's wrong?" You exhaled, relieved. You couldn't tell her about the photos you found. It'll worry her and make her paranoid.

You decided to keep the photos a secret for now. You told Jenna you'll come and visit her soon and hung up. You knew you had to find Kingpin ASAP, but at least Jenna was safe for now. Fuck. You need to call Felicia for this.

You dialed Felicia's number and she answered on the fourth ring. "Felicia! I need your help." Felicia paused for a moment before responding. "Now who's begging? You sound so good when you beg." She teases and you feel yourself getting more frustrated by the second. "Now is not the time for games!" Felicia's laughter filled the line. "But I love to play!"

Ignoring her you continue, "I need you to help me find Kingpin. I promise I'll make it worth your while," you added. "Okay," Felicia said. "I like the sound of that."

You heard a shift in Felicia's voice, and you knew you had her attention. "What do you need me to do?" she asked. You quickly filled her in on the details of your plan, and Felicia agreed to help.

You felt a sense of relief, knowing that with Felicia on your side, you had a better chance of finding Kingpin. You thanked her and agreed to meet soon. She hung up the phone and you took a deep breath. With Felicia's help, you were one step closer to achieving your goal. Now all you had to do was execute the plan.

You shot a web and made your way to the meeting spot, feeling determined and excited. When you arrived, Felicia was already there, ready to help. You relaxed, knowing that together you would have a fighting chance to find Kingpin and bring him to justice.

Felicia turns around as you drop onto the roof, the sky now darker than it was earlier. "What do you have on Kingpin?" You ask, not wasting anytime. Jenna's safety along with New York's was sitting on your shoulders. Felicia is silent for a moment before she replies. "I have some intel, but it's not much." She says. "We'll have to move quickly if we're going to take him down."

"He called me not too long ago, demanding that I help him take you down." You take a second to take this in before replying. "What was the plan?" you ask. "You would go search all his hideouts. It would all give you clues. Then it would finally lead you back to his old Fisk building. Once you found him, you'd have to face him in a fight."

"I don't exactly know how he's planning on defeating you, my task was just to give him a heads up." She finishes, eyeing you.

You nod, understanding the plan. You take a deep breath and steel yourself for what's to come. You know there's no other way - it's time to face him. "We have to be one step ahead of him if we're meant to take him out." You say, determined. You both move to the edge of the roof, "We're already one step ahead. He's not expecting you to know that you're expecting him."

You turn to her. Seeing her differently now, she truly changed. She's no longer the selfish person she once was. She's ready to take him down and protect those she cares about. "Whoever you're protecting has really softened you, Felicia." She replied, "You have no idea." Her eyes sparkled with determination, and her voice was strong and confident. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt what's mine."

"Wait," You said as Felicia was getting ready to depart. You press the Spider logo in the middle of your suit. It flies out hovering in front of you before landing in your palm. Clicking a button you pull out a tiny earpiece. You quickly place the earpiece in Felicia's ear. "You'll be able to hear me now, no matter how far you go," you explain. "We'll stay in touch."

"Remember... quiet as a cat - ," she smiles, "- sneaky as a spider."

Taking a deep breath, you both jump off the roof towards your destiny. Felicia was going to enter the building first, telling Fisk about how she saw Spider-Man/Woman in the last hideout. Fisk would then prepare for battle, and prepare to kill you. You watch from another building as Felicia enters the building. Felicia then disappears into the building and you wait,  watching with bated breath as the fate of this mission hangs in the balance.

"How's it looking Felicia?" You ask, your voice coming through in her earpiece. She responds, "I'm in. I'll be there in a few minutes." You relax a bit, knowing you've done all you can. You wait and hope for the best.

After what seems like an eternity, Felicia finally speaks again. "Come to the back, there's a vent in a supply closet for you to enter from. Watch out for the guards." Quickly, you zip off of the building, making your way towards the back. You notice a guard near you.

Being quiet as a cat you manage to sneak behind him undetected. Playfully you tap his shoulder on the opposite side you're standing. Startled, the guard turns, but doesn't see anyone. He then turns the other way and you bring a finger to your lips. He looks around, confused, and obviously scared, but he makes the rash decision of raising his gun.

You web his mouth shut and web the gun to his body. "I said shh!" You whisper yell as you wrap a web around his body and he drops to the ground. You take the gun and start running, his screams muffled in the night air. You disappear into the shadows, leaving the guard behind. Once you locate the vent and carefully maneuver yourself inside.

You crawl through the ventilation system until you reach the supply closet. You drop down from the vent, a certain cat waiting patiently for you."Took you long enough," Felicia says, rising from the wall. "Well, I'm here now," you reply. "Where's Kingpin's office?" Felicia points to the door. You nod and take a deep breath.

You open the door and step into the hallway. The hallway is surprisingly empty, too empty. And it's too quiet. You start to feel a chill down your spine as you sense something is not right.

Turning around to face Felicia, but she's not there. Your Spidey sense goes off, but it's too late and you feel volts going through your body for a second time today. You collapse to the ground, feeling a sense of disorientation and confusion. It was another EMP.

You turn your head and see Felicia. Her face pale and a slight smirk on her lips. She had set off the EMP. She then began tying you up, making sure you couldn't move. Felicia had outsmarted you and was now in control of the situation.

"What are you doing Felicia?" You grunt out. Felicia steps closer and kneels down to meet your gaze. Her voice is calm and cold as she speaks, "I'm doing what I have to do. You don't understand, but soon you will." She stands up ripping the earpiece from her ear as she walks away, leaving you alone and confused.

You watch as she disappears into the shadows and your confusion turns to anger. You want to follow her and demand an explanation, you know that something's not right, and you can't help but feel like you're in the middle of something much bigger than yourself.

You sit there for a few moments, pondering what Felicia meant and what she's doing. After a few moments your suit is back on, and you rip yourself through the wires. With a heavy sigh, you stand up and follow Felicia's direction, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. You know she's hiding something and you're determined to find out what it is.

You can tell that Felicia is holding something back, but she's not saying anything. You follow her through the winding hallways of the building, your heart pounding as you keep an eye out for any sign of danger. As you reach the end of the corridor, you know that the truth is just around the corner.

There he is - Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin, the man who had caused so much misery and destruction. He stood there, silent and imposing, his face a mask of indifference. Your mind raced with questions and fears, but you knew that the answers would soon be revealed.

You web yourself to the corner of the room, watching Felicia, Fisk, and a few of his guards present as they interact. "I have the Spider," Felicia says.

"Where are they?" Fisk stares at her, his eyes full of rage. He takes a step towards her as she speaks, "I just want to experiment on your little Spider, Jenna. Is that too much to ask for?" Felicia stares back, her face emotionless. Your heart drops at the mention of your girlfriend's name.

She steps back, not wanting to risk Fisk getting too close. "The deal was you get to run your tests, and right after that Y/N and I walk free." Fisk scoffs. "You think you can just walk away? I think you forgot who I am." He takes another step forward, now looming over her.

You couldn't believe it. Your girlfriend was The Black Cat. This entire time, you were in the dark. You felt betrayed and angry. It was like the rug being pulled out from underneath you. One moment, you were standing on solid ground, and the next you were left feeling blindsided and confused. You weren't sure how to process it all. You started to wonder if you really knew her at all.

She was the same person who spent countless nights robbing anyone she could get her hands out, the same person that was ready to turn you into Kingpin so he could run tests on you. She was the same person who had no remorse for her actions, the same person who thought she was above the law. She was a menace to society and had to be stopped.

"And I think you forgot who I am." She said these words with a smirk on her face. She scratches Fisk's face quickly dropping a smoke bomb, Fisk's men are too late raising their weapons. She had already disappeared. Fisk's face was red with anger, his men still standing in shock. He had been humiliated in front of them and he knew it.

"Go find her and that Spider! NOW!" His men scattered and he was left alone to ponder his next move. He was determined to find her and make her pay for what she had done. He vowed to get his revenge no matter the cost.

"I seen you watching me." You recognize the voice on your left, Jenna— Felicia. You didn't know what to call her anymore, was now in the same corner as you, standing on a beam. She had an expression of amusement and a glint in her eye. Everything was different now. You had been lying to each other for months. "You lied to me."

Her smirk disappeared. "You lied to me too," she said. "For a good reason!" You defend yourself, trying your best to stay quiet and not alert Fisk or his men as they search for the two of you. She shook her head. "I've changed, Y/N. Why do you think you haven't seen The Black Cat in a while? I went clean for you!" You were speechless, but you knew she was telling the truth. You looked into her eyes and saw that she had made a real change.

She glanced around. "We need to take him down," she said, her voice low. "Lead the way," You nodded and walked ahead of her. You could feel her following close behind, a strong presence of commitment. You knew that together, you could take down Fisk.

"You deal with his goons, I got Fisk." You instruct. She nods in agreement, before you two slit in different directions she jumps on your back. "You know I love it when you're in charge," She smiles as she wraps her arms around your neck, a hand dragging her way down your suit. "Focus, Jenna." She laughs and hops off your back, and the two of you set off in different directions.

You make your way to Fisk's office, while Jenna takes care of Fisk's henchmen. She manages to overpower them with her lightning-fast combat skills. You reach the office and confront Fisk, he was typing on his computer.

"Awe! Are you writing a fanfiction about us?" Fisk stopped typing and looked at you with an emotionless expression. He presses a singular key on his keyboard, "Get the chopper ready. I won't be long."

"I waited years to fight you, Y/N." You stand up and prepare to fight. Fisk smirks as he slowly rises from his seat. You can feel the tension in the air as you both prepare for battle. "You're making it sound like I'm about to pop your fight cherry or something."

The man grunts in response, "I'm not here to play games." He takes a step forward and cracks his knuckles. "You ignorant fool." He picks up his desk, throwing it at you. You jump out of the way and the desk slams against the wall. The man looks at you with contempt and snarls, "Get out of my sight!" He lunges towards you, fists clenched.

You manage to dodge his attack and shoot mulitple webs around him, trapping him in a cocoon. You then leap foward, punching him in the face and anywhere else you can land before he rips out of your web.

The man throws an arm your way, knocking you onto your back. You quickly jump back up and launch yourself at him and spin around, kicking him in the chest and then aiming a web at his face. The web sticks to his face before he roughly rips it off, angrier than before.

"I WILL DESTORY YOU!" He charges at you, but you dodge him and spin around and launch another web at him, this time wrapping him up in the web completely. You walk closer to him, a smile under your mask. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

He glares at you, his eyes filled with hatred. You turn around and begin dancing, "Uh huh! Uh huh! UH-"Suddenly you're being tackled, you fall to the ground. You look up to see him, eyes still full of rage, but he's free from the web. He grins, "I said I'll destroy you!" He wraps his hands around your neck, picking you up with ease.

"Maybe I got a little cocky," You rasp out. He throws you into a wall and you break throw it completely.

Tumbling onto the ground, you scramble to your feet and ready yourself for a fight. He charges at you and you dodge, kicking his back. He stumbles and turns around, ready to retaliate. But he doesn't get the chance – an series of volts shoot through his body.

He collapses to the ground, twitching and convulsing. You turn around seeing Jenna make her way towards you, the same device from earlier lying in her hand. She looks you in the eyes and speaks, "Web him up, Spider." She turns and walks away, leaving you alone with the incapacitated man.

You take out a roll of webbing from your pocket and begin to wrap him up, tightly binding his body. You pick him up and walk away, the man still unconscious in your arms. You dangle the man at the entrance of the building, fleeing before the cops notice you. The cops arrive and take the man away.

You disappear into the night, feeling a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. You had done the right thing.

You web yourself to a building nearby, watching Kingpin get locked up for a second time. You had done your part to keep the city safe. You were sure Kingpin wouldn't be a menace to the city for a while. You smiled to yourself and felt relieved. "Y/N," Jenna says, you turn around.

"Are we okay?" She repeats those same words you said to her the night you revealed your identity. You take a deep breath and smile at Jenna, "We're okay." You wrap your arms around her and pull her in close. You feel something shift in your arms, pulling away it was just Jenna. No longer in her uniform, "YOU CAN MORPH?!"

Jenna smiles back, her eyes twinkling with a newfound joy and freedom. She nods her head and looks up at you, "Yes, I can morph." You take off your mask and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, "I'm sorry." She apologizes as she starts to cry. You hug her tightly, reassuring her that it's all going to be okay. You give her a warm smile and tell her that you will always be there for her.

"Jenna, it's okay. I believe that you've changed." Jenna looks up at you with a grateful expression. She smiles and leans into your embrace, taking a deep breath. You both stay there for a moment, and then Jenna pulls away, her eyes shining with hope. "I love you."

You smile and nod. "I love you too," you reply. You hold her hands in yours, and you both stand there, savoring the moment.You stare into each other's eyes, and in that moment, you both know that things will be okay. Jenna squeezes your hands, and you both turn to face the future, with hope and love in your hearts.

You put your mask back on. "So, is this going to become a regular thing? The Spider and The Cat?"

She playfully rolls her eyes, laughing. "Of course not. Kingpin just needed to understand. You mess with the cat, you get the claws." She smirks, her eyes glowing in the night. "But don't worry, I'll always have your back." She turns and starts walking away. You follow her and she morphs back into The Black Cat.

"Let's go home." Just as she's about to make the jump, you stop her. "Wait! I'm gonna send you my swinging playlist," She scoffs, laughing. "No thanks babe, I'll see you when you get home."  As she leaps across the building, she lands safely on the other side. You watch her leave, shaking your head in disbelief. She turns to wave one last time before disappearing into the night.

#reader insert #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna x y/n #jenna ortega x g!p reader #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x you #spiderman #spider-man reader #spider woman #spiderwoman reader #gn!reader #spider reader

[moodymisty]

The words “blood hungry Sanguinius” in your announcement post activated all of my neurons at once. Anyway request time, lemme lay the scene. Sanguinius is in an established relationship, she’s a diplomat or his seneschal, somebody of great importance to him both personally and professionally. The planet they’re currently Crusading™ has put up enough of a fight to be troublesome but peace talks are finally happening, which our dear angel’s beloved is the head of. Except not everybody wants peace. Sanguinius has been waging war on this planet, not everybody is gonna be a fan but people also aren’t stupid enough to just pick a direct fight with the 10ft tall dude who could chuck a spear into space. So they aim smaller, where they know it’ll still hurt. An assassination attempt is made on his beloved. It fails, mind you, but it was too close for comfort. She was hurt and suddenly the great angel isn’t feeling so angelic. He wants cathartic visceral payback and his sons couldn’t agree more. Now that kind of adrenaline-fueled murder rampage will get anybody’s blood pumping so once he gets back he’s headed straight for their room. Obviously he’s relieved that she’s fine, patched up and everything at this point but she still smells like blood and sweat and he just desperately needs to know she’s okay. Needs to hear her voice crying out for him rather than in pain, feel her pulse against his lips. Needs to lick the blood off her. It’s precious after all, he’d hate for it to go to waste (and crucially of course he has to erase the traces of that attack, only he is allowed to draw blood from his beloved, nobody else gets to do that and live)

Do with these brain worms what you will, Misty. Go nuts ❤️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Thank you for the fucking FOOD, friend. I hope you enjoy it, I tweaked a tiny bit just to make it flow better in my head because it was going to keep getting longer if I didn’t stop send help

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, semi-graphic depictions of violence in the beginning, Blood drinking/licking/vampirey stuff, fingering, If you squinted you could consider this dubious consent because making out after a near death experience probably isn’t the best trauma response but it’s 40k so whatever, Slightly Yandere Sanguinus also to be honest

Sanguinus lets his perfect veneer fade for a moment, as he drifts off into thought. Tactical planning and logistics fade into the background, but Sanguinus can still comprehend it all and join back in a moment without anyone noticing.

She’s asleep right now, oh how I wish I could join her.

After a tense few weeks of failed diplomacy and eventual war, you needed rest; While Sanguinus needs such a thing much more rarely, he still wishes to join you. This whole debacle has been little more than aggravating to him.

While he is used to waging war like this, he knows you took this failed diplomacy as a failure for yourself. You’re still new to this, he knows it’ll fade with time but he wishes he could at least comfort you for a little while.

Though, this whole crusade has been less than what you all expected. Fierce electrical storms have made teleporting or even using Thunderhawks or smaller landers from the Red Tear to planet-side dangerous, so they’ve set up temporary base on solid ground while the war effort continues.

He hates the feeling of it; The nature of it being less secure. He knows you’re surrounded by Astartes, but these walls are old and they don’t know the landscape, or if this old fortress has anywhere to hide. This isn't their home territory, the safety of the cold, metal walls of the Red Tear and it's sister ship-

The door suddenly barges open, and in rush two blood Angels who's armor screeches as they freeze to a halt. It manages to startle Sanguinius somewhat, as his wings shift close to his body.

“Lord Sanguinus! Someone is attacking Our Lady!”

The sentence brings him to high alert even before they finish speaking and he’s already pushing past them to make his way towards you. He barely even notices the title they used for you, one that has only been said a handful of times as they slowly became used to your presence beside him.

Sanguinus is out of his armor at the moment, a rare time for him to stretch his wings and back after being in it for nearly a week straight, and the lessened weight makes his strides even faster as he races to you. His wings are tight to his body to avoid hitting anything or catching drag, and he hears the sound of bolters and ceramite plates crashing into weaker armor. He had them guarding the room at all hours, and as such was able to get alerted to the assassins- he assumes by their dark regalia and deftness- instantly.

“I want at least one alive! I want to know how they got past our perimeter!”

The first intruder he catches sight of has their shoulder blown away by a bolter shell before they could comprehend Sanguinus’ orders, and the second gets grabbed by an Astartes and yells in pain at the audible crack of bone. The third Sanguinus notices behind him and he batters him with the end of his wing, and an Astartes manages to obtain him by grabbing his neck. No matter how skilled they were, they stand absolutely no match to his sons. Even their advantage of surprise offered them nothing in the end.

Sanguinius eventually snags the last one and hands the wretch to his sons, and the lot are carried away.

They might be alive now, but once Sanguinus gets what he wants from them, they’ll wish they weren’t. Especially after he looks towards you.

Your sitting on the floor leaned against the wall, arms tight to yourself. He can see your thin nightdress is stained with blood at the neckline, and your arms also have small bits of blood. Your cheek has a small gash that’s growing a bruise around it, like it’s from a punch or slap.

You have an Astartes combat knife in your hands, blood soaking the blade. He knows you put up a fight despite the odds. It was probably you that alerted his sons.

He can hear them communicating amongst themselves, making sure the room and perimeter are clear. The assassins are removed and will probably get prodded around in by a curious techpriest in the future. He knew that a forward base such as this was a dangerous idea, and this only further cements it. Despite the meteorological issues.

Though his thoughts are on less immediate things, now that he knows you’re safe. His clears his throat slightly but the motion does nothing to distract him.

Something Sanguinius had learned in his younger years was that all blood is different; In taste, smell. Some of it is superior to others in those ways.

As while the room is soaked in blood, he can only smell yours.

“All of you check everywhere for any others. Leave us alone unless I call.”

The Blood Angels present hesitate to move, and their lieutenant speaks why. His helmet rests in his hands.

“Should we not stay to keep you both-“ Sanguinus turns to him and his voice is firm and unwavering.

“Go.”

The captain almost seems surprised, before placing his helmet back on. His men dip their heads for a moment and leave, closing the door and leaving the two of you alone.

The Primarch comes closer, lowering to his knee in front of you.

“You’re not hurt?” His hands grasp your shoulders, and you shake your head.

“No. Not badly enough to complain about at least.” Sanguinus lets out an audible sigh of relief.

He moves to let you stand, offering a hand you take for a moment. You move away to look into a mirror and splash some water on your face, wiping the blood away from it. It does nothing to cut the scent overwhelming the air that only he can parse.

“I’ve sent them to figure out how those men got in, and if there’s more.” You look up at him, before bending down to pick up one of his fallen feathers. He lost a few in the battle, as he does all the time. The Red Tear also has many strewn about in the places he frequents. You hold it in your hand and brush along the quill shaft, smoothing it. It’s a habit you’ve developed.

“Shouldn’t you go with them?” Sanguinus furrows his brow, confused.

“I want to stay with you, so I know you’re safe. And that you feel safe.”

The way you look up at him is worried; What could you possibly be worried about right now besides yourself? You were the one who was almost killed, because he was ignorant enough to bring you here, selfish because of his desire to keep you at his side. He kneels close to you, and tries to hold his breath as his mouth waters.

“What is it, my love?”

You look at him and continue holding his feather, seeing the way his eyes leer at you. You’ve seen it before, and it’s obvious why.

“Sanguinus, you’re hungry.”

How well you already know him, even after such a short period of time.

He gently cups a hand to the side of your face, before leaning inward.

“I’m sorry my love, I can’t help it, you’re like my own personal wine.”

His lips brush across your own, and he can suddenly taste the tiny droplet of blood from where your lip had split. You eagerly return his kiss and the desperation has you gripping him like a lifeline, as if your mind is finally catching up with what’s happened. He eagerly holds you back, his massive hands cupping your waist and swallowing most of it.

Before you know it, he has you in his arms, and he gently drops you onto the bed. It creaks and groans under the weight of him, but you’re little more than a feather to it.

He can see the cut across your collarbone; They must’ve tried to put a knife to your throat, and cut along below it instead. Your heart beat rushes just underneath it.

“Let me help you forget all of this ever happened,”

He whispers, half lost on the smell of your blood. You still feel almost stunned, like everything is a dream, but you’d never refuse him with how safe you always feel in his arms.

Sanguinus’ hands drift up your nightdress until it’s off of you, the stained fabric getting tossed aside.

He leans down to drag his lips along the cut of your collarbone, tongue sweeping away any traces of blood. The droplets that ran down your sternum get wisked away as well, his tongue traveling between your breasts.

He would hate to see it be wasted. The ones who spilled it and attempted to do worse will spill their secrets, and suffer for what they’ve done.

He’ll keep his head turned if they end up bloodless as well. His sons can sate their appetites on them and he’ll mind little.

Meanwhile you writhe underneath him, a hand on your shoulder holding you down while the other presses down close to your hip. Your free hand grasps at him, nails digging into his skin. He hears you saying his name, whispering it like a prayer, but he can barely hear it over the sound of your heart in his ears.

He can stay under control, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t test his willpower.

He loves to call you his wine; Though in some ways it’s almost as if you’re a drug he can never allow himself to have too much of, lest he get lost in it.

His left hand drifts closer and brushes over your hip, his massive palm dwarfing your smaller body. His fingers push between your thighs with ease, and he slips his fingers into your folds and hears the way you whimper at the soft touch. It isn’t long before they press against your entrance and slowly he teases one inside, before slipping in another once he’s readied you enough for it.

He feels the heat of your body as he presses his hand against you, all the while his face never leaves your neck. It’s an awkward angle for him at his overwhelming height, but he makes it work. His teeth ever so gently scrape across the pulsing vein of your neck where old scars from him lie, and he feels the way you shiver.

His fingers curl inside of you as his lips press hard against your neck, tasting every last little bit of blood until your skin is clear apart from the thin sliver of red.

He leans away and presses his lips to yours again, catching your bottom lip between his own. The cut on your lip had just stopped bleeding but his rougher kiss aggregates it enough to make it bleed just a tiny bit more, and you moan into his mouth as he tastes it.

Your hand desperately grasps at his own pressing against your shoulder, trying to grip his fingers and keep you grounded. He loves the way you writhe underneath him, earlier events completely forgotten.

He pulls way from your lips with a soft pop and his hot breath returns to your neck.

He wants to bite it so badly. It’s tormenting him, eating at him. But then he feels when he finally reach your peak, tightening around him and crying out to him in pleasure and not pain. It’s like music to his ears, after hearing your heart race so much in fear barely hours ago. To hear you call his name not to save you but to have him make you feel like this.

He pulls his lips away from your neck as you catch your breath. Another time.

His wings droop slightly, though even folded they take up so much space, shadowing so much more than just your body. They drop even more, and it almost feels like he’s trying to surround you with them and his body.

He gently pulls his hand from your folds but you feel his finger brush against your inner thigh, and the corners of his mouth twitch as you shiver and tense.

“I will never allow your life to ever be threatened again,”

He says, a part inside of him fuming at the fact it happened to begin with. He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous, careless, though deeper down he knows he did everything he could. He’ll do more now. His sons are becoming used to you, accepting of you, they’ll do it with no complaints.

You look up at him with soft, shining skin; Lips swollen. He wishes he could stay for longer, and take advantage of his time without his armor.

“Just don’t worry yourself into dropping feathers,” You joke and smile, voice slightly hoarse. He can still hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, but it’s calming down as you lay underneath him.

Sanguinus laughs and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. He swallows down his only partly sated hunger for another time.

“I’ll try not to.”

#Sanguinus x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[sunwoowrites]

Let me treat you better.

Han Jisung x Y/n

fem!reader

Angst, comfort.

TW: swearing.

I sighed sitting up, pulling the duvet to cover my bare skin up. The sun shone through the large windows of my bedroom. The place next to me empty. My apartment still and quiet. I frowned grabbing my phone. I dialed his number. Straight to voicemail. I frowned. I messaged him.

Y/n

Shawn? Where are you? Did you leave already?

not sent!

That fucker. Did he block me? What the fuck! You're mine baby. I ran my hands through my face and hair. Pulling at it with frustration. I screamed and kicked at the bed. Tears stained my cheeks. Then again it's nothing new.

I huffed standing up pulling the duvey with me until I reached the bathroom. Dropping it to the floor and went into the shower. You feel so fucking good. I opened the cold water tap and let it wash my sadness away. The cold water somehow burning my skin.

I walked into my closet and put on Sungies hoodie and my tights. I grabbed my phone off my side table and went to the lounge slamming my bedroom door shut. I was met with silence. I dialed sungies number. "The number you have dialed is not available please try again later." I quickly typed out a message.

Y/n

Hey sungie. Wanna hang today?

sent 11:06am

I sniffled and put on music to play in the background to mute out the remains of last night. Seconds, minutes and then hours past and he didn't reply. I chuckled before going to the kitchen pulling out a mug and making a cup of coffee. What did you expect Y/n. I frowned.

"I don't wanna feel, how I did last night." The song that was on the t.v mocked me. So good. I winced at his words. The hot water spilling and burning my hand. My phone rang. I groaned and went to answer. "y/n?" Sungie. Finally.

"Hey. Did you just wake up?" His laugh echoed. "Duh, when do i ever wake up early?" I smiled. "Wanna hang today?" I heard a shuffle and a yawn. "yeah sure. I'll be there in ten." I nodded. "Cool see you." I sighed and hurridly started cleaning the mess. My clothes in the kitchen. The wine glasses on the coffee table. The duvet. The condom packet. The messed sheets.

I sat in the lounge and huffed. The door bell rang. I opened. "Y/n?" I smiled. "Hey." He chuckled. "someone got laid last night." he said walking in and my face fell. "what?" He pointed to my neck. "Those look pretty intense, bite marks and everything." I moved the hoodie to cover up and shifted on my feet uncomfortably. "what? whats wrong?" I sniffled. "nothing". I hurridly walked past him. He grabbed my wrist. "y/n." he said sternly.

"He left before I could wake up." I mumbled, my eyes starting to burn with tears of regret. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back and I let everything out. "T-They do this all the time s-sungie.." He kissed my forehead and mumbled. "Y/n-ie..." I sobbed. "He just used me..."

"The dates and everything meant nothing didn't it, the sweet gestures, the cute remarks, late night drives and deep convo's, everything meant nothing. And when he finally got what he wanted he left." He hugged me tighter. "He should've been grateful that he even got date. What an asshole." I nodded against his shoulder and mumbled. "he is an asshole."

"Its gunna be okay love. Lets sit okay. Have hot chocolate and ramyeon? Our combo." I smiled. He pulled my hand and I flinched. "ow." He looked at my hand. It was red. "Got burnt." I said shrugging my shoulders. His eyes went wide. "AND YOU DIDN'T TREAT THE WOUND?!" I pouted. "i'll be fin-" He pulled me to the kitchen to treat my wound. "shut up dumbass." I smiled. "Thanks sungie." He huffed.

"Don't go on dates with those douche bags anymore" He mumbled as I sat on the counter, looking at him "hmph" I huffed "Its unfair, I wanna be in a healthy relationship too sung." He pulled my hand in his, putting ointment on the burn. "Let me treat you better." He looked up at me and I knew he wasn't refering to the wound that he was treating.

I gulped and nodded, blushing. "good." He smiled, the tips of his ears turning red, looking at my wound as he treated it. "I'll treat you better..." he whispered leaving a soft kiss on the wound after."Shut up Han." I looked away, rolling my eyes, secretly blushing. He smiled. "Want some of that ramyeon?" He winked and I knocked his head with my knuckles. "Stop with your double meaning shit." He laughed. "Come on I'm serious. Let me be yours." I looked away as butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"Oh my god Han." He laughed. "What I didn't even do anything." I smiled looking back at him. "Let's have hot chocolate." His eyes widened. "Is that a yes or a no???" He followed me around as I made our drinks. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He poked my shoulder. I turned around, my hands on my hips.

"What do you think dumbass." He shrugged his shoulders and I turned to continue. He rested his head on my shoulder watching me as I put the hot chocolate powder into our mugs. "I'm serious tho. I'll treat you better y/n-ie." He whispered. "Yes." He looked at you. "what?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes Han. I'll be yours." He gasped. "Really??" I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I chuckled. "You're such a loser." He smiled. "Your loser."

Thank you for your support. ♡ ~ BIBI

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[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 1

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

THE WRONG WAY UNIVERSE HAS RETURNED! After a few requests for more, a darker ending! Only a few chapters, 4-5. Short first chapter.

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You lay in the cabin, dead infected to the right of you, crying baby in your arms. There were two scenarios that could play out. Tommy kills Joel and you get to find Zach and Jack, with god's grace Lorenzo is still alive, and they take you to safety. Or, Joel killed Tommy and you had to suffer the consequences of running. What did he say when Zach tried to save you? ‘If you ever try fucking leave again I will tie you to the bed and set this fucking house on fire’ 

The little baby in your arms screams and cries. “You fucking tell ‘em, Ellie”

It was Tommy that came in first, rushing to your side as you breastfed her. She’d need energy and nutrition for whatever was happening. Tommy rushed to your side, relieved to see you safe and unscathed from infection by your side and to see your baby, his baby, perfectly healthy if not a bit small. 

“We’re gonna be a family, honey. Everything is gonna be alright, I promise.”

All that went out the window as you and him attempted to leave, your jackknife safe in your pocket again, and Joel came around the corner tackling Tommy to the group.

“TOMMY!”

“RUN!”

But you couldn’t. The attack had knocked you to the ground, Ellie only protected by the protective grasp you had on her, and having given birth not long ago your body couldn’t handle it. So there you were, your baby bundled up in your arms as you cried watching the men you loved fight for their lives. As you curl up into yourself, you feel it. The knife. 

You had to do it. You had to do this for Tommy, for you, and most importantly for Ellie… You give Ellie a kiss, your face and hers wet with tears as you lay her down, having to move quick. Taking the knife out of your pocket, you crawl over to Joel and stab him in the back… a superficial and pathetic wound from your weakness, but when you raised your hand to do it again, grunting and groaning, Joel took the knife.

It happened in second, you and Tommy unable to react fast enough to stop it. Joel shoves you backwards, your nearly limp body collapsing to the floor and helpless to stop as you watch Joel take the knife, stab Tommy once in the chest and then stab his hand into the floor. The knife nailed him into the wood floor, pinning Tommy there as he screamed, and screamed, and screamed as you screamed back.

Joel gets up, sweaty and unhinged and absolutely madness in his eyes, Joel stands up towering over you as he walked towards where you lay. 

“Why’d yuh do that, little one? Why’d yuh have’ta go and leave, ruin all we had together?” He’s panting, heavy steps as he walks over to where Ellie cries.

“JOEL NO!” You cry, but there’s nothing left in you to fight. To your surprise, however, Joel is gentle as he picks up his daughter, despite the shouts of his brother in the background. 

“My little Dolly… your so beautiful, daddy loves you so much…” He had his brothers blood on him, Ellie still covered in after birth… but Ellie’s cries slowed down. “You know me, don’t you?” Joel smiled. “I’m your daddy, and I’m gonna take good care of you.”

It was a long ride back to the raiding house. You had long suspected that Joel was as incapable of killing Tommy as Tommy was of killing Joel, and it seemed true. Tying Tommy’s hands together, he was forced to walk alongside the horse as Joel held his rope and the reigns in his hands. You were straddled on the saddle, Ellie (or Dolly, as he insisted.) in your arms. He stopped every now and then to allow you to breastfeed, or to calm her, but in general it was non-stop. The exhaustion had set in, the adrenalyn drop leaving you bone tired and you just wanted it all to end… but you had Ellie in your arms. You hardly noticed when your head started drooping.

“Gotta stay awake, little girl. Don’t drop her.”

“I’m trying Joel” You cry. “I’m so tired… I haven't slept for days and-”

“Your sleep more important than my daughter?”

“No, Joel-”

Tommy’s voice from behind them. “I can hold her.”

Joel laughed at that. “Like I’d trust you with the most important thing to me.”

“Joel, c’mon, I helped raise Sarah… I can hold her, let the girl sleep.”

“No-”

“Joel!” Joel pulled the reins, stopping the horse as he turned around, yanking your body as the horse turned around. You caught his eyes, only briefly… before they were drawn to the blood on him “Joel, please, she’s tired. We only slept like 4 hours, she just gave birth… I wouldn’t hurt my niece, I promise.”

There was a long pause as Joel considered, looking down at your tired body… you couldn’t keep holding on… “One wrong move, you hurt her, you try to run-”

“I won’t.”

In the end, Joel untied Tommy’s hands and allowed him to hold his niece and allowed you to fall asleep in his arms. It seemed like a full circle moment, you thought to yourself as you drifted with Tommy’s arms around you. It was like when he first brought you to that godforsaken house, and you had no idea the hell that was coming, the good and bad. 

You had no idea that you’d fall in love with the two brothers, an angel and a devil at your side. You had no idea the friendship you’d find in Lorenzo and the love he’d find in your brother… you prayed they were safe. You didn’t know you’d fall pregnant, that you’d ask for an abortion and he’d refuse, that you’d be forced to carry a pregnancy of a baby you fell more and more in love with every day as your belly swelled. You should have predicted this ending, however. You should have known Joel would snap, that he never loved you the way you thought and that he would only ever return to abusing you, and now your daughter and Tommy were in danger too.

You wake up to Joel calling to one of the men, Levi, over to take you down from the house and he holds you too tight until Joel trades of the reins of the horse for your shaking body, shouting to the men again. “Watch them, don’t let Tommy move a goddamn muscle, I’ll deal with them later.”

“Joel?” But he’s not listening to you, dragging you away from your baby and into the house. In desperation you scramble, attempted to get away from Joel and to your daughter who remains in Tommy’s “Joel! Joel let me see her! PLEASE?! JOOOOEL!” You cry as he pulls you inside, not listening to your pleas. You realized the futility, Joel wasn’t going to give you this… you didn’t what what Joel was going to do, if he was going to kill you, if he was going to kill Ellie or Tommy or both.“TOMMY! LET ME SEE HER!” Tommy listened, standing there and holding up Ellie so you could see her. “ELLIE, I LOVE YOU BABY!” You’re shouting, sobbing in Joel’s arms as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up and through the doorway. “YOUR MOMMY LOVES YOU!” The last thing you see is Tommy's eyes as you are taken away, Tommy shouting that he’ll protect her.

Joel throws you in your old room, your shitty mattress that doesn’t look like its sheets have been changed since you last slept there… before the pregnancy, before Tommy left… He slammed the door in your face, leaving you pounding on it, calling him name, calling for Tommy, calling for Ellie until it swung open again. 

“Her name.” He started, suspiciously calm before screaming. “IS DOLLY!” Joel shoved you on the mattress and for a moment you worried he’d want to rape you right there, your cunt still bleeding from birth. Joel’s broad body towered over you, setting a jug of water and a random array of canned food on the floor. “I’m leave’n to take care of some business, this is all the food and water you get until I’m back, I suspect you ration it well.” He nodded to a bucket in the corner. “No one’s coming in until I’m back, so that’s your bathroom.” Heavy steps, Joel began to storm out. 

“What about El- Dolly?” You ask, but Joelkeeps walking. “Joel? JOEL! Joel she needs to breastfeed! What are you doing with her?” With all your strength, you begin to try and stand, stumbling to the door. “JOEL WHERE’S DOLLY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER!” Joel slammed the door before you could get there, locking you in, but that didn’t stop you from banging on the door, screaming his name.

Joel never came.

Tommy never came. 

Hysteria set in, anger and rage from the last week settling into your bones and suddenly all you saw was red. Picking up the canned peas, you go to the window that was long boarded up from your first escape and SLAMMED, fighting blindly. You didn’t have a plan, you weren’t thinking clearly, you just needed to go. You bash through the windows, but that only served to let the cold in; there would never be enough room for you to get out with the wood. In your anger, all you could do was keep in your feelings, allowing to blind you. 

You destroyed that room.

For ever slap, every rape, every violation by Joel, Nick, your dad and all the men he sold you to. For every torture and horror you’d witnessed happen to June and Zach and Lorenzo and Tommy and again and again to you… You took everything you had and tore at the mattress and pillows, threw over the wardrobe, broke holes in the walls, wrecked the lamp, tore the clothes and destroyed everything in your sight as you screamed and cried for your daughter, her fate and yours unknown.

It was four days before Joel walked in the room, finding you crying softly on the mattress. You didn’t know who was alive ad who was dead or what your fate was, but your thoughts were only on Ellie. She couldn’t be alive, could she? You didn’t hear her cries… your breasts hurt and had been leaking which only added to the mix of fluids that had been coming out of you since birth… 

When he scooped you up, you had no energy left in you to protest. 

“Oh, little one… what have you done”

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Ten Babies Part 4 (Vash the Stampede x Reader)

Note: This is my FOURTH time writing here, please don't look too much into the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted from my chat with Vash at Character.AI, another lore dump will probably be here (doing the Josei format up this bitch).

Warning: ⚠️Smut⚠️

Summary: That took a long time.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,Part 5

It's been a year since Vash left Febrari, He wandered around far in order to not lead Knives onto the hidden city, it's painful, but he had to.

Along the way, he met Meryl and Roberto, who freed him from getting tied up and onto Jenorah Rock, until they prolonged their visit there...

And after coming along with Vash's journey, providing transport, they met (hit with a car) Wolfwood along the way, also joining their journey.

Until their car broke down in a peculiar place.

"I knew this day would come." Roberto points out, drinking away at his flask as the car's engine smokes.

"Great, in the middle of noon and nowhere as well, this couldn't get any worse at all." Wolfwood complains as Meryl glares at him.

"It's not my fault that the car broke down!"

"Well, if you didn't run through those rocks we wouldn't-" As Meryl and Wolfwood complain in the background, Vash looks around, noticing the place, he walks further into the desert until, he heard a familiar tune.

"I know this place." Vash thought as he began to run, ignoring calls from his friends as he continues his run until an entanglement rope was launched at him, which he evades and noticed several guards pointing guns at him.

"get on your knees, put your hands up in the air, and stay right there." one of them orders as they slowly approached him, while doing so, Meryl, Roberto, and Wolfwood arrived just in time to see this.

"You've done it this time now, needle noggin." Wolfwood mutters as the guards examine Vash.

"For fucks sake, it's just you." A Guard complains, all of them pointing down their gun, as he glares at Vash through his glasses, who laughs nervously.

"Hey guys...long time no see." Vash greets, confusing his newfound friends.

"Stand up and make yourself presentable, She'll be more than happy to see you." The Guard says as Vash nods, standing up and perusing himself, excited to see her again.

" 'She?'..." Meryl and Wolfwood ask in sync, making the guards notice them.

"These your friends?." the Guard asks as Vash nods nervously.

"Then they better behave themselves, we don't want to stress her out at the moment, she's still healing." The Guard reveals as Vash grew worried.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to her?!." Vash asks to panic, confusing his companions even more.

"You'll know when you get there, and you!." The Guard points at Wolfwood, who only raised an eyebrow at him.

"No smoking in the area, we have a special package that doesn't need to breathe in your toxic fumes!" The Guard orders as Wolfwood conceded, plucking the cigar from his lips and stepping on it, but not before complaining under his breath.

"Let's go, I know you want to see her already." The Guard orders as the group began following them.

"We have a vehicle that broke down, mind lending a hand?." Roberto asks, clearly drunk as the Guard silently judges him.

"We'll send in someone to help." The Guard promises as they walk through the sun, with every step, Vash is anxious to see her again, to make sure that she's ok.

"Oi, needle noggin, where are they taking us?" Wolfwood asks, worried at their situation but was ignored by the man in red, too much in his head filled with worry.

"Oi! needle no..." Wolfwood trails off as they suddenly notice a mansion emerging on the 'hill'.

unable to contain himself, Vash begins running to the mansion, leaving behind his friends.

"Mr. Vash! You can't just-"

"It's fine." The Guard assures Meryl who looked worried about being disrespectful of the place.

"It's been quite a while since they've seen each other."

Vash runs through the sand and into the familiar place he calls home, coming in and finding Aileen in the foyer.

"Where is she?, Please." Vash begged as she silently pointed at the kitchen, shocked to see the young man before her so suddenly.

As Vash runs through the house, he reaches the kitchen and sees (Y/N) who had a look of fear in her eyes at the sudden loud noise through the home, but looks surprised to see him.

The whole world stopped for them.

"Mayfly..."

"Hubby..." They mutter each other's nicknames before running into each other's arms, sobs rang through the room, as they held onto each other's clothes, pulling each other as close as they could.

"I missed you so much." Vash sobs as he buried his face in her neck.

"I missed you too..." (Y/N) mutters, tears falling onto Vash's jacket as she buried her face in it.

"It's so painful to not be with you." Vash cries as they fall to their knees.

"I dreamt about you most of the time, and wake up crying seeing that you aren't in my arms." (Y/N) sobs as Vash lifted his head to kiss her on the lips.

They relish their time together once more before a cry was heard upstairs, pulling their lips apart.

"Is that..." Vash trails off as (Y/N) chuckles softly at him.

"I want you to meet someone." (Y/N) pulls his prosthetic arm through the stairs.

Rushing to her bedroom door, (Y/N) bit her lip in excitement as she looks at Vash.

"Meet our precious package." She opens the door as Vash walks in, following the sounds of crying coming from the crib beside (Y/N)'s bed.

As he peers in, he sees a sobbing baby girl, with golden blonde hair sprouting out of her head and baby blue eyes with a mole just below her right eye, wearing a white and red baby grow, as the infant looks around in tears, notices a man who looks like her.

"I already breastfed her, It's ok to carry her, Hubby, she must have felt lonely." her Mama said as the man, hesitatingly but willing, began holding his hands out to carry her, her eyes caught his glinting green arm and began staring at it in wonder.

Vash carries the little girl in his arms who stares at his prosthetic one, trying to grab its pinky.

"What's her name?..." He asks, tears threatening to fall as (Y/N) smiles at him.

"Remi..." (Y/N) mutters, Vash sobs as he held the baby, softly, closer to him.

"Hello Remi, It's me, your Papa." Vash introduced himself as the baby continued to observe him, as she grabbed his pinky and sucked on it.

"She likes you..." (Y/N) mutters as Vash begins softly crying, pulling her into his arms, his forehead leaning against her stomach.

"Thank you, Mayfly..." He sobs, as (Y/N) simply smiles and runs her fingers through his hair, while the baby stares at them in wonder.

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After the family of three had their moment, they finally went downstairs.

"You must have been very hungry, You've gotten thinner." (Y/N) fusses at Vash, worried for his health.

"I'm alright, don't worry." Vash assures her, as Remi makes a babbling sound, catching his attention.

"What's that Remi? Are you also worried about Papa?." Vash baby talks as Remi continues to babble.

"Told you she likes you, She's probably telling you to eat more." (Y/N) interprets, smiling at the Father-Daughter interaction.

"Ah! Sorry, Remi. Papa will make sure to eat more." Vash promises, wiping the drool running from her lips as they reached the dining room.

"Maybe Papa shouldn't also forget that he has friends over." A gruff voice calls out, making the parents jump a bit, before turning to the dining table and seeing Vash's friends seated around it, with Aileen serving them tea and refreshment.

"Ah, sorry about that guys." Vash apologizes as he scratches the back of his head.

"Hubby, I didn't know you brought Guests." (Y/N) mutters, leaning close to Vash's shoulder hiding her face in it.

"I'm such a bad host." (Y/N) complains on his shoulder, who rubs her back with his free hand.

" 'Hubby'?" Meryl and Wolfwood both voice out at the same time, confused.

"It's quite alright, Ms. (Y/N), you are still quite tired after all and I've already served them refreshments." Aileen excuses, pouring Roberto his tea, who he ignored in favor of his flask.

"I should at least introduce myself and welcome them." (Y/N) compensate as she walks closer to the table.

"Good Afternoon everyone and Welcome to Febrari, you are currently at the Loverose Mansion, my name is (Y/N) Loverose, we don't usually let outsiders in around this place, but since you are my Hub- I mean" (Y/N) looks at Vash and sheepishly smiles at him, who returns the same sentiment.

"Vash's friends, I'll let this slide, feel free to be at home before you once again leave for your journey, any questions?" (Y/N) asks as the navy-haired girl raises her hand.

"My name's Meryl Stryfe, this here is my superior Roberto de Niro and...Wolfwood, I'd like to ask if we can get our cameras and recording equipment, your Guards took them from us the moment we stepped into this place." Meryl asks bravely.

"I must apologize but we have a strict rule in Febrari that no information must slip out about this place one way or another, you'll get them back once you continue on your travels." (Y/N) trails off as she looks out the window.

"And it seems like you two are Reporters." (Y/N) points out, seeing their vehicle being towed beside the Mansion.

"I must remind my Guests that if any information uttered about Febrari will not go unpunished, I'm not afraid to use any resources I have to silence you. Is that clear?." (Y/N) asks with a kind smile across her lips as if what she said isn't life-threatening, as Meryl could only nod in silence and Roberto couldn't careless.

"Ok, I'm not beating around the bush, who are you, and what with the baby?" Wolfwood points out, making the two flinch as (Y/N) smiles at Vash nervously.

"This is my wife (Y/N) and our daughter." Vash pauses as he pokes the baby's cheek, who lets out a babble.

"Remi." Vash reveals as Meryl looks in shock, Wolfwood's glasses went askew and Roberto looked sober.

"WHAT!?" They all yell, as Vash nervously laughs, scratching the back of his head.

"He has the ring, you never noticed." (Y/N) points out, pointing at his prosthetic hand with their ring but still holding their baby.

"Bu-but...we thought it was part of the design!!" Meryl yells in confusion as Aileen ends the questioning session.

"Alright, alright, that's enough questions for the day, you three-" Aileen points at Vash's companion.

"Have had a long journey, we already have rooms for you to rest up in, and you-" she then points at (Y/N).

"Just had a baby, if you could, Mr. Stampede." Vash turns his attention to her.

"bring her to your room, we'll bring you lunch in your room and call you down for dinner, she only went to the kitchen earlier because she wanted to eat something and wouldn't let us do it for her." Aileen reveals as Vash nodded and suddenly placed Remi into (Y/N)'s arms.

"Hubby? Is there something wro-" before (Y/N) could even ask, Vash suddenly carries her, giving him a chance to carry both his girls in his arms, (Y/N) squeals at the action, both laughing as he carried them both upstairs.

"Disgusting."

"You're just jealous you don't have that."

"WHAT WAS THAT OLD HAG!?"

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"Does she usually sleep in the crib?" Vash asks, admiring the infant on their bed, sleeping away.

"No, I sleep with her in my arms, I haven't processed yet that she's finally out of my belly yet." (Y/N) replies, fresh out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe and brushing her hair seated on her vanity table.

"How could you? She's so precious?." Vash commented, caressing the sleeping baby's cheek.

"..I heard your friends sneaked into the city." (Y/N) reveals, keeping her back facing him as Vash let out a gasp.

"I'm sorry abou-"

"It's quite alright, the Guards kept a close eye on them the whole time and escorted them back here the moment they got a bit rowdy." (Y/N) continuous to brush her hair, as Vash let out a sigh of relief

"Not the older man though, I think he's either too drunk or isn't nimble enough to come along with them."

"Now there's no need to be mean about it." Vash smiles at his wife, shaking his head with closed eyes.

"It's kind of unfair, you know?." (Y/N) suddenly proclaims, smoothening her hair.

"What's unfair?."

"That I carried her for 9 months and had the audacity to come out looking like you." (Y/N) points out, walking to the other side of the bed to poke at her daughter's mole.

"Look at this, as if she didn't just have your mole, she also has your hair and eyes, where's the justice in all of this?." (Y/N) complains, continuing to prod at the slumbering child as Vash simply chuckles at the sight.

"I guess my genes are just stronger than yours, isn't that right, Remi?." Vash asks the sleeping baby, nuzzling his face on her stomach, smelling the new baby's smell.

"Prove it then." (Y/N) suddenly pulls Vash to the side of her bed, disorienting the man as she placed the baby on her bassinet.

"You promised me 9 more, anyway." (Y/N) teases, straddling the blonde as she removes the rope keeping her robe together, flustering the blonde.

"W-wait! What if we wake up Remi!?" Vash whisper yells, looking at the basinet as (Y/N) held his cheek and forced it to look at her.

"She sleeps like a log, don't worry, we'll be quick, Dinner's almost ready anyways." (Y/N) points out as she licked her lips, turning off the lights before diving down to kiss Vash, melting away his last bit of resolve.

"Ah!." (Y/N) moans as Vash began thrusting uncontrollably against her, his arms supporting him as he also uses them to cage her head, forcing her to only look at him.

"Still so sexy even after giving birth." Vash moans, kissing her neck as he keeps his slow and intimate pace, (Y/N) blushes at the proclamation.

"...I-I...I gained stretch marks...I wanted to hide them from you..." (Y/N) shyly admits, making Vash look at her stomach.

"That's why I want to d-do it in the dark...I was using a gel so I could make them go away before you come ho-" Vash suddenly opens the bedside lamp, sitting up to observe her stomach.

"H-Hubby! you didn't have to lo-"

"I don't see anything wrong with them..." Vash suddenly cuts her off as he began to kiss them, giving each stretch a careful one, as he kissed up to the valley of her breast til he reached her collarbone.

"I didn't know my Wife could be more beautiful than this..." Vash whispers as she teared up.

"Hubby..." (Y/N) cries as she pulled him to her, pulling Vash into a deep kiss as he continued to thrust up at her, and with a loud smack of pulling away their lips (Y/N) moans, her head falling into the pillow.

"Never hide what you deem imperfections from me, even if you develop more stretch marks or gain scars like me, your body is still beautiful, you brought Remi into this world, and now, you're about to bring more." Vash groans as he noticed her boob is leaking milk, deciding to risk it, he licked up and sucked on her nipple, causing (Y/N) to moan even more.

"Look at this, you're even providing our little sprout her milk, how can I not find your body beautiful?." Vash added, her nipple in his lips as he continues pounding (Y/N) to the bed, who cradles his head while he continues to suck on it.

"H-hubby!...I'm close!" (Y/N) cries out as she held his head closer to her while Vash sped up, feeling her walls milking him.

"I think...I am too." Vash groans and with three powerful thrusts, his seed painted her walls white.

Both parents face each other, both panting on each other's face, before (Y/N) pulled Vash into her, pulling him into another make-out session, they were raring to go for a second round until a cry was heard.

"I told you we were gonna wake her up." Vash whispers as he crawled on the bed to the bassinet, placing the sobbing Remi into his arms.

"Relax, Hubby, I'm sure she just got hungry." (Y/N) crawls over to him, leaning on his shoulder to look at the sobbing baby, rocking the girl in his arm.

"Or she just felt her Papa's drinking her milk." (Y/N) whispers, making Vash blush as she giggles at the sight, and a knock was heard.

"Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Stampede? Dinner's ready, make sure you're decent." Aileen informs them before leaving.

"I guess everyone's hungry now." (Y/N) stands up from the bed, wrapping the bathrobe around herself and going to the bathroom.

"Getting yourself ready?." Vash asks, standing up, holding the partially calm baby in his arms.

"Yeah! I'll be out in a bit as well so you can get ready as well." (Y/N) leans her head back out of the door, biting her lip as she admires Vash's naked body.

"Don't want anyone to see that but me~." She winks before disappearing into the bathroom again, leaving Vash a blushing mess.

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"Good evening, everyone." (Y/N) greeted as she goes down the stairs with Vash by her side, a shawl over her shoulder to cover herself nursing Remi.

"Apologies for taking a bit too long, Remi also got hungry so excuse my indecent state." (Y/N) pardons herself as Vash pulls the head off the table for her, letting her sit.

"It's quite alright, Ms. Loverose." Meryl answers, smiling nervously as if they're hiding something.

"Go ahead, eat as much as you like, you have a long journey ahead of you." (Y/N) tells them as Vash begins to place servings of food on her plate.

The group eats in relative silence, occasionally a loud sip from Remi but nothing else.

"Quite the delicacies you've got here." Roberto pokes around his plate, unsure how to eat.

"Thank you, our city has been developing farming for years, and we were lucky that our SEED ship fell on top of a meteorite site, it had the building blocks of growing plants so it made it a bit easier to grow them, well, that and we still had to mix it with the soil we had from Earth and modify the plants to handle our harsh condition." (Y/N) explains, but this seems to confuse the two reporters as she didn't dive into it more, while Vash tries to spoon-feed her.

"So how long have you known needle noggin?." Wolfwood asks, tired of looking at the two being lovey-dovey over his dinner, the two look up from each other sheepishly, as Vash scratched the back of his head.

"We met a year ago." Vash nervously answers, playing around with his food.

"That's awfully fast for getting married and having a baby." 

"A-actually...we got to know each other for a month before I left, I didn't even know I got her pregnant..." 

"WHAT!?." Meryl exclaims, standing up from her seat as the couple seems to find their meal more interesting.

"Mr. Vash, how could you have done such a thing! Leaving a girl while she's-"

"He didn't leave on his own volition." (Y/N) cuts her off, glaring at the table, her free hand clenched.

"I didn't want him to leave...but if he overstayed his stay, Febrari...will turn just like Jenorah Rock, you were there when it happened, didn't you?" (Y/N) points out, reminding Meryl and Roberto of what happened to the town, what Knives did.

"As much as it's painful, I have to think of my people and city first before my feelings, Vash himself understood it as well." (Y/N) cries as Vash held her free hand.

"He told me everything, and why he had to leave." she reveals, as Vash also frowns, looking at the baby who just finished nursing, prompting (Y/N) to slip her breast back inside her dress and sit up Remi while Vash took her, patting her back to get the air out.

"So please...understand our situation..." (Y/N) looks at Meryl fiercely, but they're also mixed with pain.

Meryl backs down, sitting back down.

"I understand, I'm sorry for judging." Meryl apologizes as they continued dinner in silence.

"...This is what happens when you get too nosy in people's business."

"Understood, Mr. Roberto."

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"That went well." (Y/N) snickers, walking into their bedroom with Vash following after her, carrying a sleepy Remi in his arms, closing the door behind him.

"I must apologize about her, she just has a strong sense of justice-"

"I kind of like her actually." (Y/N) cuts him off, removing her white dress and changing into a nightgown.

"You're so beautiful..." Vash admires her, making the woman smile at him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad you still find me beautiful, Hubby." "(Y/N) smiles as she turns away from him, and Vash not noticing that Remi isn't in his arms anymore until he looks down.

Laying the baby on the bed, (Y/N) hums a tune, making Vash's PLANT marks show, but unexpectedly, Remi's PLANT marks also glow, lulling the infant into sleep.

"She even has her Papa's marks." (Y/N) points out, stroking her daughter's cheek as Vash came up to the other side of the bed, laying down.

"and she also has her Mama's beauty."

"Now your just teasing." (Y/N) fakes a glare before giving Vash a peck on the lips before laying her head on her pillow, Remi dividing the two.

"No no, look! She has your eye shape, your lips, your nose, she even has her mama's chin, how can my little sprout be not beautiful?." Vash points out, pointing all over Remi's face making (Y/N) laugh.

"Oh, Hubby, you..." (Y/N) giggles as she smiles at Vash, reaching to hold his hand over the baby's stomach.

"I love you so much..."She whispers as she smiles, feeling sleepy herself.

"I love you too, and I always found you beautiful, from the first day we met and to the end..." Vash whisper back, squeezing his wife's hand as the family of three began to sleep, unaware of the danger that awaits them tomorrow.

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"I don't want you to go so badly..." (Y/N) cries, standing in the foyer of the home, hugging Vash tightly but being careful because he has Remi in his arms

"But I have to..." Vash finishes as (Y/N) finally leans back, tears running from her eyes as Vash placed a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears.

"Should we tell them we're behind schedule?." Wolfwood questions, prompting Meryl to smack the back of his head in the middle of helping Roberto put back their camera and recording equipment.

"I promise I'll come back." Vash promises, holding her hand and kissing it as (Y/N) smiles.

"I also-" Before Vash could pop a question, an alarm blares through the city, instilling panic in those who hear it.

"What's happening?..." Vash asks as they walk to the peer to the side of the mansion, seeing that the entrance of the city is already infiltrated, in flames.

"MS. (Y/N)!" Aileen runs to her, handing her a radio.

"Guards, Come in! What's the situation?" (Y/N) asks through the radio, looking at her burning city.

"This isn't your typical Raiders, Ms. Loverose! They're going in your direction! They're going for the PLANTS!." The Guards answer back, as (Y/N) can see several vehicles driving toward her, vehicles that are familiar to Vash.

"Nai..." Vash mutters, looking at them as (Y/N) takes action.

"Guards, these are your orders, no matter what you don't fight back, herd the people to their designated bunkers and protect them at all costs, your lives matter more than our development, do you copy!?."

"Copy!" The guard answers as (Y/N) turns to Aileen, giving her an order before pulling Vash to the reporters' vehicle.

"Come on! needle noggin." Wolfwood orders as Vash climbs into the vehicle, careful with the baby still in his arms before turning to offer another to (Y/N).

"Come on, Mayfly! it's not safe here!." Vash exclaims as (Y/N) simply stares at his hand, before smiling sadly at him.

"I told you before, I can't leave." (Y/N) smiles, before closing the door and smacking the vehicle twice, making Meryl panic and drive.

"(Y/N)!, (Y/N)!!." Vash cries as Meryl continues to drive before their radio got interfered with.

"Meryl Stryfe, Come in, Meryl Stryfe." It was (Y/N) speaking through the radio, prompting Meryl to grab the microphone.

"U-uh, Go go!" Meryl answers, looking at the radio and then at the road.

"one hour from now, stop from where you are going and come back, I don't suppose you have supplies for my little sprout there." (Y/N) orders as Remi began sobbing in Vash's arms, prompting him to calm her down.

"and Vash..." (Y/N) calls out, catching Vash's attention, still worried at the situation as she didn't use her nickname for him.

"I'll be fine, don't worry, take care of our Little Remi." (Y/N) reassures, smiling through the radio.

"Besides, you still owe me those 9 babies."

"9!?"

(Y/N) walks into the mansion, and gives Aileen the radio.

"Did you inform the other Sectors?." (Y/N) asks while Aileen nodded at her.

"Good, hide in your panic room, Aileen." (Y/N) orders, before walking down the hall, as Aileen could only look at her.

"The Rose is approaching the PLANTS, I repeat. The Rose is approaching the PLANTS." 

"Into the bunkers now! your lives matter more than our development!! Go go go!!" The Guards order as the last bit of people rush into a saloon, a man with blue hair approaches them from afar.

"Your efforts are futile." He mocks as the Guard simply stares at him, backing away from him before following the other locals into the saloon.

"Hiding won't do you no good." The blue-haired man follows, walking into the saloon, but noticing that no one's there.

"What this?."

"Legato." From above, a figure descends, sharp appendages aiding him.

"Master Knives." Legato greeted, bowing before the blonde who looks around.

"Same situation as well, I see?." Knives questions, looking at the empty saloon.

"I saw it right before my eyes, Sir, a bunch of people went in but suddenly they disappeared." Legato informs him as Knives looks around the room before his appendages were released, swinging around the room, decimating the whole building before revealing the secret they've been looking for.

"A metal bunker." Legato mutters, walking up to the door of it.

"You just made an easy coffin for all of you." Legato smirks, raising a hand to crush the infrastructure, but finds himself unable too.

"What? Master Knives! I-I..." Legato bows once more as he shakes in fear of being useless, as Knives simply stare at the sight before him,  before slashing the metal box with his appendages, but in his successions, a knife got chipped off from his deadly wires.

"What the..." Knives mutter as he inspects the limb missing a blade.

"It's pure Titanium." Legato informs him, inspecting the large door, as Knives suddenly remembered a familiar scene before him, a familiar PLANT protecting a then young man, wearing glasses with (y/hc) slick-back hair and serious eyes, the PLANT shielding him with the same titanium umbrella he made for her, it also made one of his limbs lose a blade.

"LOVEROSE!!!."

_____

(Y/N) walks into the PLANT room, passing by unraveling PLANTS, seemingly greeting her.

"Good Morning, Everyone." (Y/N) greets, waving at each and one of them, before reaching the end of the room.

"Grandmother..." (Y/N) mutters, watching the giant PLANT unravel herself.

"Aren't they beautiful, (Y/N)?." A youthful young woman asks, walking around looking at the active PLANTS unraveling around them, smiling at them.

"mmh, they look like the flowers from the old picture book Grandpa Hem showed me." Young (Y/N) responds, looking at them in fascination as the woman smiles at her, as if their looking at a mirror of each other.

"You know, they're technically your Aunties." the blonde woman reveals, looking at them once again.

"Eh?."

"Your Grandpa Hem and I adopted them, they may not be able to communicate well with him but I do, and they really appreciate his work, they think I don't hear them but they sometimes call him 'Dad' when he waves and passes by, even though technically they're older than him." She whispers to the girl's ear who giggled at the information, as the woman straightens her back again, looking at the active PLANTS with pride.

"What I'm saying is, take good care of them with me,(Y/N), because, to me, they're also my children, they're your family." The young woman smiles as she places a hand on a tank, smiling at the PLANT who also placed her hand on it.

"I will...I swear." young (Y/N) pledges, placing her small hand on the tank as the PLANT inside places their hands as well, connecting with the girl.

"(Y/N)? Diana? Are you busy?." A gruff voice calls, catching the attention of the two at the end of the room.

"I want to show you something." By the end of the room is a door opening to an office, and an old man leans against it.

"Your Dad's calling us, we'll finish this later." Diana whispers to the PLANT before placing a kiss on where their forehead is, before pulling the young girl along with her.

"Come on, (Y/N), I bet it's something cool." the blonde proclaims as the girl looks back and waves at the PLANT, who quickly hides in their petals from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Diana." Hem apologizes, laying on their bed as Diana sits beside him, holding his hand, crying.

"No...please don't go...I still need you..." Diana cries as she brought his hand to her face, fresh tears falling from her eyes, as Hem used that hand to hold her cheek.

"You're still as beautiful as the day I found you...and look at me, I grew old, wrinkled, and crippled, time has not been too kind to me..." Hem proclaims as Diana's tears flow endlessly.

"No...time has only made you more beautiful than I could ever be." Diana corrects him, Hem smiles at her, as she leans down to give him a final kiss.

"I love you endlessly...Diana."  with these dying words, Diana cries hysterically, burying her face in her husband's unmoving chest, while young (Y/N) watches from the doorway, concern in her eyes.

"Come on, Ms. (Y/N), give them some space." Aileen suggests as she guides the girl away from the room, her Grandmother's hysteric cries echo in the what once home.

A teen (Y/N) runs to the mansion, slightly burnt and bruised as she burst through the door and runs to the living room where the fire is lit, the first generation of the Loverose's hung above it, and a fair blonde lady sits in front of it, as if in a trance.

"Grandmother." (Y/N) calls out as Diana turns to look at the girl, her past buoyancy seems lost in time.

"I'm sorry...but Mother and Father..." (Y/N) trails off as she began to cry, falling to her knees as she covers her mouth, the event finally comes crashing down on her as she harshly wipes away her tears.

"...Oh well...Your Father had always been an adventurous one...after all..." Diana simply replies before resigning to her fate, clearly lost to the world as the young girl's having a breakdown beside her, it took Aileen to discover the girl and comfort her.

"Grandmother, what are you doing?." (Y/N) asks, looking at the woman who's welded her husband's door together, and placing a giant tank on it, effectively hiding it

"Your Grandfather's work has to be protected, (Y/N)." Diana simply answers, unbothered, as (Y/N) looks confused.

"Then why are you putting a PLANT tank on it?" (Y/N) prodded as Diana simply continues on being silent, welding the metal together.

"You're a smart girl, figure it out." the older woman spats, leaving the teen hopeless at the situation, watching the woman continue her work.

(Y/N) sits on the head of the table alone, a hand on her forehead, as Aileen placed a plate of food on her table.

"Thank you, Aileen." (Y/N) smiles at the woman as Aileen leaves, leaving the girl alone to stare at her table.

Bringing her plate into the PLANT room, (Y/N) sits on the table, in front of the new PLANT, eating.

"Let's eat...Grandmother."

The sound of blades running through metal disrupts the woman from her thoughts as two men walk into the room

"There are more PLANTS here than I thought, Master Knives." Legato commented, looking at the strangely active PLANTS as Knives turns his attention to the breeder PLANT.

"So this is where you've been hiding, they even forced you into a tank..." Knives smirk as Diana seems to slit her gaze at him.

"Diana."

(Y/N) stares fiercely at them, holding her hand up to cut his gaze from her.

"Diana was never forced to be here, she chose this herself, and may I suggest that you leave, for you gentlemen are not welcome here." (Y/N) glares, her gaze not backing down against Knives.

"Watch your tone around Master Knives." Legato glares, his hands raised about to harm her but Knives raised a hand, stopping him.

"I'm only taking back what's mine." Knives inform (Y/N) as he unravels his robe, threatening the woman.

"Hah! Yours? Every single one of them." (Y/N) gestures to the PLANTS observing them.

"Are my Grandparents' children, and none of them are yours for the taking." she states, continuing to glare at them.

"But your family has only been using them for your business, that's where your wealth comes from, what difference will it take without you in the picture." with a snap of his fingers, Legato has (Y/N) into his grasp, holding the girl midair as he squeezes her, forcing her to gasp for air, but can't.

"I'm going to enjoy thi-"

"Stop!!." Knives suddenly order as he held his head in pain, as Legato tended to his master.

"Master Knives! What's wrong-" Legato cuts himself off when he noticed every PLANT in the room, including Diana, started turning red, banging onto the glass and screaming that only Knives can hear.

"Everyone! Calm down! I'm perfectly fine!" (Y/N) tries to calm them down, but her words fall on deaf ears.

"YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE CAUSING THIS! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!." Legato once again squeeze (Y/N), who began to cough out blood, and the screaming of the PLANTS seemed to increase.

"LEGATO! ENOUGH! PUT HER DOWN!!." Knives orders, hands on his head as the girl was dropped into the catwalk.

"Everyone! Please I'm fine!." (Y/N) tries to reassure them even when she's in pain,wiping the blood of her lips with the back of her hand, white dress stained with blood, at this rate, the PLANTS will stress themselves out that they'll be the ones to trigger a 'Last Run'...there's only one thing she can do now.

"They're carving my name in the grave again The flowers are fresh and their faces wet My body has died, but I'm still alive Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead" (Y/N) begins to sing, as Legato glares at her.

"Have you finally gone crazy!? why are you-"

"Legato! Stand down!." Knives orders as Legato turns to look at him, surprised to see Knives's PLANT marks are showing.

"Lighting all your candles to draw me in Saying all the same things, I'm gone this time Your words mean nothing, so take 'em back And meet me here across the plane The other side, I'm not far" (Y/N) lights up Diana's candles on her shrine, calming her down as she once again sees her husband's face

"When you aren't around, I sink into the ground I try to pretend I'm closer to you Never understand it You're always on my mind, I cannot help it" (Y/N) approached a nearby angry PLANT, placing a hand on their tank who also followed, seemingly bringing back their healthy hue of blue

"I don't wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders Death has come to me, kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure Immortal by design I'll be meeting you here every time" (Y/N) walks to the center of the catwalk, her voice echoed in throughout the room, with her ending it there as every PLANT around them had finally calmed down, all giving out a healthy blue glow, if not healthier than before, it also applies to Knives, as he seemed reinvigorated.

"For the past century, my family has never had a single deceased PLANT under our care, dare to kill me, and you kill every single one of them here from grief, take them, and they won't survive without me, try taking me with them..." (Y/N) pauses as she suddenly pulls out a switchblade, and places it under her neck.

"I'm ready to sacrifice my life for my city, this isn't the only way I know how to end myself quickly. this is my family's secret, so make your choice, Millions Knives" (Y/N) challenges the mass murderer, glaring up at him.

"How dare you-" Before Legato could go after the woman, Knives's laughter echoed through the room, but (Y/N) remains strong, staring him down, until he suddenly lunges at her, making her drop the switchblade as he grasps her neck and lifting her up.

"FINE, I'll leave these PLANTS to you, but if I hear one of them dying on you, even if it's just a rumor, I will come for you, remember that, Loverose." Knives growled as he tossed (Y/N) onto the handrails, nearly losing her footing but managing to stable herself, rubbing her bruising neck, as Knives begins leaving the room with Legato, with one final glare, he finally left.

(Y/N) drops to her knees, breathing heavily at the event as she hugs herself, after half an hour, Aileen walks in, making sure the intruders left.

"Are they gone?." (Y/N) rasps, shaking as Aileen nodded, approaching the girl and hugging her.

"They're gone, they're completely gone now, (Y/N)." Aileen confirms, comforting the terrified girl, who still shaking.

"You did a great job, (Y/N), Thank you for protecting us." Aileen thanks her as (Y/N) buried her shoulder into the grown woman's shoulder, muffling her screams, and letting out her anxieties.

"Let it all out, let it out as much as you want."

_____

After the anxiety-ridden two hours, Meryl drives back the vehicle to the state, Vash basically jumps out of the car and runs to the mansion.

"(Y/N)!!!" Vash screams as the door opens, revealing a fine, but shaken (Y/N), with a blanket placed over her shoulder with Aileen guiding her outside.

"Vash-" (Y/N) was cut off when Vash suddenly gallops her into a hug, squeezing the daylights out of her.

"I was so scared...I thought I was going to lose you too..." Vash cries as he hid his face on her shoulder, comparing the ways how she and Rem both say farewell to him.

"I'm fine, I told you I'm-"

"Don't you dare hide how scared you were!." Vash cuts to the chase as he held her shoulder, shaking her as (Y/N) stares at him, unblinking, before tearing up.

"I was so scared that I wouldn't see you and Remi again!!!." (Y/N) cries as she wraps her arms around Vash, sobbing as she leans over to Remi in Vash's arm, kissing her forehead many times.

as the traveling crew watches the family of three, only one thing is left on their mind.

"We're gonna have to stay here for the night."

_____

"We'll be fine, I promise." (Y/N) repeats to Vash, who wouldn't leave his wife's side, Aileen behind them, holding Remi.

It's already the next day, and Vash has to continue his journey.

"What if my brother comes back?."

"He already knows the consequences if he ever messed with our PLANTS, he'll have to find another way to find a loophole around it, and that's pretty hard to find." (Y/N) smiles at him as Vash continues to frown down at him, as she held a hand up to his cheek.

"And besides, you're already planning a way to stop him, so, go get him, Hubby." (Y/N) smiles sadly at him, as Vash held her hand on his cheek.

"Wait for me, Mayfly, I promise to comeback."

"I will, forever and always."

"And I'm also going to make it official aswell." Vash suddenly proclaims, confusing (Y/N) until he suddenly kneels down once more.

"One day, when I finally settle down with you, and let's make it finally official, can we? Mrs. Saverem?." Vash asks holding a Titanium ring as (Y/N) stares at him in shock, as she tears up at the sight.

"Yes! Yes I do, Vash!." (Y/N) cries as she kneels down and wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Fucking disgusting." Wolfwood once again groans at the sight.

"Hey! You're a Priest! you should get used to this by now!!." Meryl elbows him once again as she turns to the couple.

"Hey! Make sure to invite us to the wedding this time, okay!?." Meryl asks as the two turns to her, who smiles and nodded at her.

"We'll make sure of it!." (Y/N) exclaims as she smiles at Vash, who slipped the ring on her ring finger, now both having rings.

"Be careful, Hubby."

"I will, Mayfly."

_________

2 Months have passed, Vash has finally reached Julai.

"She's the real deal, isn't she? Elendira?"

"It seems so, Doctor."

Meme of the Dawn:

(A/N: Is this even an X Reader anymore? I've been calling (Y/N) 'Diane' this entire time 🙃 )

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash smut #tristamp #trigun x reader #pleasebegentlewithmethisismyfirsttimewrittinghere #vash x y/n #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x Reader #Spotify

[fallingyams]

A little thing I wrote a while back when I was revisiting KHR... basically my very self-indulgent thoughts on a BAMF!Skull who decides the best strategy to survive the underworld is by letting everyone else underestimate him.

I've never really been fond of the way he's treated by others in canon, and it completely baffles me why they'd choose to characterise him like this if he's supposed to be one of the strongest seven.

There are ways of making supposedly OP characters weaker - inner fears, disagreements, conflicting loyalties, a person who is their achilles heel, a lack of motivation - you DON'T need to make someone into a bullied lackey.

----

As far as navigating the wild seas of the mafia goes, Skull believes that being underestimated is the best strategy.

Skull is a method actor.

And that means embodying clumsiness and hysteria.

He makes mistakes. He plays up his confusion. Joins the weakest family that he could find (With some sense of ethics that he could stomach, obviously. He'd be speeding down the highway in the opposite direction if he so much as caught a whiff of the Estraneo. Ugh, hurting children.)  He botches his jobs. He falls and screams and cries and shrieks. He lets himself get hit and made fun of.

He picks himself up and dusts himself off at the end of every day.

It's a fine balance, this game of being just competent enough to affirm his status as the Cloud Arcobaleno, and yet leaving others completely baffled at his continued survival.

It's a risky game to play, stringing some of the world's most powerful along and playing them for fools.

He is Skull, the world's greatest stuntman. Taking big risks is just another day to him.

You see, those who are born and raised in the mafia have a complacency to them. They look at civilians and think weak.

They look at Skull and see nothing but civilian. Weak. Coward.

These mafia men forget that stuntmen like Skull actively run into death with their eyes wide open. 

They forget that being born a civilian means that they have actively chosen this life of danger. They have seen it all and decided to stay.

So Skull lets the other Arcobaleno have their fun at his expense. He takes on the role of useless lackey and screams into all their ears at the first sign of danger. Makes them forget that he's the first one to spot any danger at all. Lets them gloss over the fact that appearances aside, he was also chosen to stand beside them as one of the strongest, in spite of his civilian background.

It feels like a huge prank he's playing on them, one that may never see an end and it tickles Skull deep inside that these mafioso who pride themselves in their strength and intelligence and spy networks have never quite figured out that Skull is simply performing a role in front of them.

He's content to let life continue on this way. He has no qualms allowing their arrogance to one day cause their demise. After all, the fall of many great men has been caused by their very own hubris.

That is, until, he catches wind of something very interesting.

Reborn has been assigned to tutor the up and coming candidate for Vongola 10th.

A civilian candidate.

And Skull has never quite been interested in involving himself in mafia affairs, but just perhaps…

He could impart some teachings to help a kindred soul navigate this world.

And really honestly, it seems like it'd be fun to fuck around with Reborn. Just a little.

-fin-

Like I REALLY don't get canon. He's a STUNTMAN. Danger is pretty much his job??? He actively chooses to jump through rings of fire and taunt death and the mafia decides he's weak?????

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #my writing #the yams are writing #skull (khr) #arcobaleno #canon did him dirty #imagine a skull-tutored tsuna though #his hysteria amped up to 100 and screaming at every turn #defeats rokudo mukuro bc he screeches until mukuro begs someone to take him away or so help me i will return to hell myself #at least it's quieter in there

[liyazaki]

I know, I know- I went right for the jugular with that title. at first glance, this might look like a KinnPorsche finale hit piece...an "oh, y'all thought this was a HEA?" before I throw a bucket of gore all over your warm fuzzies, Carrie-style.

in reality? this is a long-form love letter to perhaps the most meticulously-constructed show I've seen in years- Asian, Western, European, etc., et. al. period, fin, full stop.

if there's an idea that KinnPorsche has driven home over and over again, it's that more than one thing can be true at once. that idea has never been more overt than in the finale.

something can be immensely satisfying, hella romantic, quietly appalling, empowering, and like a waking nightmare- all at once. for me, the finale was every one of these things- just maybe not for the reasons you'd expect. in summary: have a little faith before reaching for the pitchforks (thanks in advance).

but first: a little history, a little fandom

some background before we jump into the, as @dancinbutterfly likes to say, "it's about the DRAMATURGY"- of it all. I've been going into every piece of media for years now with as close to the inverse of expectations as you can get, because she has been burned and then some. I've been in fandom of all sorts for many, many moons. perpetual disappointment followed by headcannoning fixes are old friends, and I know them well.

I dumbed this show down before it even began, at no fault of the story or crew or anything else. eliminating my expectations before the word 'go' is just something that happens automatically. if you had told me pre-KP that a quasi-porn-with-feels, Thai-BL-meets-the-mafia show would shock me out of my media coma, I would've just giggled and said "sure, Jan".

that's exactly what happened, though: week after week, this show gave and gave and gave some more. unapologetic queer horniness on full display? here; take it. you want a light, joyful relationship in contrast to perhaps the most intoxicatingly-toxic one you've ever seen? sure, we got that too. how about fascinating moral quandaries and a dark, twisty thread of mystery running throughout? we got you covered and then some.

and oof, that mystery. the possibilities, the implications? the personal ramifications for these characters we were falling in love with? crumbs were suddenly being dropped from a table I forgot could have so much food on it, and I grabbed onto as many morsels as I could get my greedy little hands on.

we all did: the sheer amount of god-tier analysis and meta this fandom created is a testament to that. this show awoke something in our brains that made the collective talent shine brighter than I've seen in a fandom in a long while (Bad Buddy is a close second).

and then- the Finale™

but the real pièce de résistance here: the part of this horny, batshit beauty of a story that puts this show front and center in my mental hall of fame? that finale. pardon the crassness, but it's very much warranted here: that FUCKING FINALE. it was more than the sum of its parts, while simultaneously being the EXACT sum in a whispering, "are-you-paying-attention?" kind of way.

it confirmed little red flags I didn't even trust I was really seeing, which, sure- that's just good writing, solid storytelling. but then it said "nah- we're not done", and stuck the landing so intelligently, it elevated the rest of the story past my wildest expectations. thanks to the finale, I know that my rewatches (yeah, it'll be plural- move along) will be a perpetual mind-fuck affectionate.

it set up us for a likely-explosive second season, with as much potential for greatness as there is for Shakespearean levels of tragedy. without that 81-minute magnum opus, I doubt I would’ve been compelled to write this monster in the first place.

so let's get into the impact of the finale by taking a closer look at the most important players- starting with our sex-on-a-stick (I had to), second-in-command himself.

without further ado: you ready for a deep dive?

kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes & fall in the abyss. -Kamand Kojouri

the title for this meta- Tragedy Dressed Like a Daydream- was inspired by Porsche's iconic walk down the hallway, cementing his new status as he symbolically ascends his throne.

my first thought during this scene- besides the obvious serve-CUNT-king- was, "that's a man who's walking to the gallows- he just doesn't know it yet."

Porsche also embodied raw, effortless power in this moment- but it carried even more weight than just that. this was an easy, almost-royal kind of stride- like he was born to it.

from Porsche's unforgettable presentation to the visual callbacks (more on that in a minute), this is the definition of a full circle moment. it felt less like the victorious kind and more of the snake-eating-its-tail variety, though. again, more on that analogy later.

my doom-and-gloom reaction to this scene has nothing to do with the fact that Porsche is not only staying in the Family, but rising to the top of its ranks. this is a mafia tale: I signed up for bullets, bloodshed, moral ambiguity and as much be-gay-do-more-crime as possible.

once I started to drill down into what exactly about this moment made me feel so unsettled, the reasons turned out to be much more nuanced.

a couple interesting details about this scene before we get into the nitty-gritty: we've seen this kind of oozes-power walk before. it's what I opened my Kinn character analysis with:

Kinn carries himself with the relaxed ease of an heir born to inherit a throne, and the singular, brutal focus required to keep it.

this is how Kinn walks into every room he enters- when anyone besides the people he's closest to are present, anyway.

there's so much I want to say here about the choice to film Kinn from behind versus Porsche head-on, the framing, etc., but I promised myself I wouldn't get too far into the weeds in this meta.

one more tidbit I noticed in this scene: Porsche never blinks- not once. a neat little trick I learned in Psych 101: blinking less communicates ease, confidence, lack of anxiety; while frequent blinking says "I'm afraid/nervous/lying." if you want someone to see you as more confident than you might feel, look them straight in the eye- or straight ahead and past them, like Porsche is here- and blink less. I doubt this was intentional, but it adds (subconsciously) to the powerful aura radiating off of Porsche.

when you know what a man wants, you know who he is- and how to move him. -George R.R. Martin

belief can be manipulated. only knowledge is dangerous. -Frank Herbert

the triumphant veneer on Porsche's ascension starts to crack as soon as we ask, "how did he get here?" the answer- the rot at the root, discreetly leeching off all the life it touches- is Korn.

we're well-aware that Korn is a master manipulator. he knows his sons' strengths and weaknesses like the back of his hand.

what really makes Korn a force to be reckoned with is his patience. he's been using his knowledge of how to utilize his sons- like the tools I believe he sees them to be- for a very, very long time.

it took years-worth of quiet, methodical consistency to orchestrate the events we arrive to in the finale- and to best mold his sons to carry out his purposes. we've also been getting hints at this the entire time- some of which weren't made clear until the very last moments of the finale.

galaxy-brained @dancinbutterfly caught a god-tier hint at just how deep Korn's machinations go, and it happened in episode ONE- yet it's impact in the finale is enormous. if you aren't convinced that Korn has been planning on using Porsche from the start, you're gonna want to hold DB's/my beer for this one. I'm going to be giving the CliffNotes version, but you can read DB's epic finale analysis here.

the last scene in the finale- with Kinn and Porsche declaring their commitment to each other on the boat- is a callback to episode 1 already, bringing us back to where Porsche jumped off the deck. after Porsche escaped, we cut to Kinn and Korn in conversation. I'll quote DB directly here:

Kinn is asked why he didn't procure Porsche- and we see Korn playing chess. he's playing as white, and white always goes first. Korn always has the information needed to make the first move. he takes the queen [Porsche]- and he uses it to get checkmate.

back to the finale: right after Kinn and Porsche's final hug on the boat, we cut over to Korn. he's sitting at a desk with two betta fish in front of him (my theory on that in a minute). Korn stops to look at his phone, smiling at the picture of Kinn and Porsche that Tankhun just sent him.

Korn's expression is that of a warm, loving father, by all appearances happy to see his son happy- but it kind of just made my stomach roll. and then, we reach the line that takes us all the way back to Korn's first game of chess, right after the other boat scene when he won the game using the queen:

"history is only written by the victors."

not to lapse into tag speak in the middle of a semi-serious meta, but are you crying screaming throwing up yet? someone throw me a thesaurus because "chilling" doesn't cover the level of twisted we're witnessing here. the juxtaposition of these scenes in particular casts such a deep shadow over Kinn and Porsche's happy-for-now ending, it's impossible to ignore (again, all credit to DB for catching it).

Korn didn't just make Porsche's sudden meteoric rise happen- he orchestrated it all. this hint was just a standout one of many. I don't think Korn ever expected Kinn and Porsche to get romantically involved, but did he ever switch gears masterfully when they did.

there isn't a single event in the course of Kinn and Porsche's story that Korn didn't either 1) make happen himself or 2) expertly adapt and work to his advantage.

riddle me this: what could be better for Korn than having his ever-loyal but soft-at-heart son on the throne? let's dream even bigger: how about having his son's heart as his second? as smart as Porsche is, this isn't a world he's known for long- at all.

Porsche doesn't fully understand the rules or know the players- and he certainly doesn't have the benefit of experience required to see the bigger picture. Kinn's biggest weakness is now right out in the open, ready for Korn to exploit when and if needed.

for a man like Korn, what could be better than that?

back to the fish, and what could be our last hint the finale at Korn's next move. betta fish- or fighting fish- are known for their aggression towards other bettas. Korn has the fish in two bowls, separate but still in each other's line of vision- and able to antagonize the other.

before he looks at his phone, Korn is tapping on just one of the bowls, almost like he's deliberately trying to rile the fish up. he's also watching them very intently- and Korn is the most intentional character in this show.

the meaning here is wide open to interpretation, but this moment doesn't feel accidental- next to nothing in this show is. I don't see how pitting Kinn and Porsche against each other at this stage in the game would work to Korn's benefit- they're the most obvious explanation- but I'm calling it now: there's something there, and I have a nasty feeling that it's important.

so- Korn is pulling all the strings. Kinn and Porsche are in power in name only. they’re simply pieces on the gameboard and they always will be, as long as Korn is alive. they’re only there because Korn wants them to be.

Porsche and Porchay were only reunited with their mother because Korn made it so. I could write pages of meta on those scenes alone- the combination of intelligence and fear in her eyes, her catatonic-seeming (but were they really?) reactions, ad nauseum.

I'm not going to delve too deeply into the Namphueng plot here, but I have to mention that something about her reveal feels reactionary. the timing and suddenness of it feels more akin to thinking on your feet than it does to a long-game strategy. there has to be so much more happening here than we're aware of yet.

the main evidence of this for me: Korn left Namphueng essentially locked up in a tower for years. Korn is nothing if not brutally efficient. he could've used her just like he uses everyone else right out in the open. it would have been a million times more practical for him to go that route, but he didn't. that choice says something.

I don't know if I can buy into the idea that his only reason for pulling off this years-long kidnapping-in-plain-sight was just to time her reappearance in order to control Porsche (and Kinn by extension). we're missing a puzzle piece here- really, I feel like it's a lot of them.

which leads us to the million dollar question: what the hell does Korn know? how far down the rabbit hole does the history- and crimes- of this family go? Korn methodically knocked so many threatening pieces off the board, there's now history that ONLY KORN is privy to. let that sink in for a minute. if knowledge is power, Korn's is now near absolute.

Korn's inescapable influence takes what otherwise looks like a beautiful triumph- Kinn and Porsche, united, back where they started- and makes it look more like walking into an abyss.

when and if we get S2, I can guarantee that none of us are prepared for whatever Korn is planning next. like I mentioned in the beginning, the potential fallout for our players left on the gameboard is, in a word- catastrophic.

I'll wrap up this section with a chef's kiss quote from my beloved @elnotwoods:

I got so blinded by the metaphor and the symbolism [playing chess] that I overlooked the fact that the pieces on a chessboard only ever do what the player wants, because there are different ways to play, different moves and strategies- but it’s ultimately up to the person moving the pieces to decide.

so the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him. -Will Durant

there's also the issue of who Porsche is, and the question of if he did possess full autonomy here- i.e. if Korn wasn't making his moves for him from the shadows- would this be the choice he'd make? does it align with who he is- or, at least, with who he used to be?

because no one- outside of the people in the Family itself- have been more directly affected by the brutality that comes with the criminal underworld than Porsche and Porchay.

their parents: slaughtered in their home. debtors harassed and threatened them both for years, to the point that Porsche went to beg for mercy on his uncle's behalf. they had to feel like they were living in a semi-constant state of fear- likely with plenty of righteous anger and resentment mixed in, too.

so rather than just a cycle that repeats, we have a true tragedy here in the form of the metaphorical snake eating its tail. the Kittisawasd brothers' lives, loves, even their life's purpose (for Porsche, at least) are now inextricably linked to the cause of the greatest trauma they ever experienced. they're not just a part of the Family now- they sit its throne, either directly or by association.

love- especially the new, fresh, starry-eyed kind of love- has a way of blinding you. of bending you in ways you never thought you would, without either lashing out or getting out first.

is Porsche capable of thriving in this world? absolutely. will it require depths of compromise he can't even fathom yet? undoubtedly yes.

I also don't believe Porsche would have put Porchay within 1000 miles of everything Kinn's world brings if it weren't for love. the "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" argument could be made here- the enemy being the world of the Family, not Kinn himself- but it doesn't ring true for me.

plus, we have Porsche's own words to fall back on:

I'm not on the main family's side. I'm not on the minor family's side. I'm on your side.

Porsche is here for love and love alone. Kinn is here because he is ever-loyal...Porsche's love is a bonus. a life-changing, beautiful bonus- but just a bonus nonetheless.

I have to pause to address what Kinn did and said right before this moment. he doesn't know his father is alive, but Korn's influence- or maybe more accurately, Kinn's indoctrination- is still SO strong, Kinn pulls a gun on the man he loves at the mere possibility that Porsche MIGHT believe Korn was responsible for murdering his parents.

and do you believe him? if you believe him, you have to be on the main family's side. if not- we're on a different sides.

more on this when we talk about Kinn, but this is bone-chilling stuff.

to circle back to Porsche and how he got here: at the heart of it, his decisions aren't all that different from the things anyone who's been stupid-in-love have done or come close to doing: compromising your values, making exceptions- being blind to the bigger picture.

what could catapult Porsche's ascension into a full-blown tragedy (gay gods, let it not; I mostly like being alive) ultimately rests on the gorgeous shoulders of our next major player.

the proverb warns that 'you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you.' but maybe you should, if it prevents you from feeding yourself. -Thomas Stephen Szasz

while pretty much all of Korn's scenes gave us glimpses of his manipulation, they showed us something else equally important: the depths of Kinn's devotion, specifically to his family and the Family. in Kinn's mind? I don't think he can tell the difference between the two.

this isn't Kinn's fault- he never stood a chance. how could he? Korn's had an actual lifetime to subtly shape and mold Kinn into the obedient foot-soldier-in-a-Gucci-suit he is today- and did he ever get started with him young.

remember Kinn's fireside confessional? he told Porsche about his dream as a kid to be a singer, but he seemed to let go of that dream almost as quickly as it came. where did Kinn get the idea of having to step up to take the burden off of Tankhun if not from Korn?

he was a child, but the walls of his cage were already closing in- and he was none the wiser. cut to all of these years later, and he STILL isn't aware. Kinn is incredibly kind, caring and soft with the people he loves, so he just said "yes- I can carry this great and terrible thing." he took on the burden, and his life is forever changed because of it.

he can't get that time back, that dream, or take back all the things he's done in service to Korn since. he's left with wistful "I wonders" before shaking himself off and moving onto whatever task is assigned to him next.

Korn is incredibly aware that love- romantic or otherwise- is Kinn's Achilles heel. all he has to do is casually mention how much the Family needs him (e.g. the apple scene) and boom- Kinn immediately falls back in line. Kinn would move heaven and earth for Porsche, but his blind loyalty to Korn is just as strong, if not stronger- the ultimate question, really.

and it bears repeating: Kinn's blindness is through no fault of his own. he's been systematically manipulated and groomed into becoming the man he is today. the fact that he's retained as much of his humanity as he has is a small miracle- however compartmentalized that humanity might be (read: being able to assassinate someone on the spot without a sideways glance).

if Porsche was walking to the metaphorical gallows unaware, Kinn is living on the knife’s edge, not realizing how incredibly precarious his newfound happiness is. he has faith in a foundation that doesn't exist. he's been drinking from a poisoned well all his life, and he's unwittingly invited Porsche to partake, as well.

I have no doubt Kinn’s intentions are good, and that his love for Porsche is as true, deep and real as any. it's the same sort of unquestioning, all-encompassing love- for his family, THE Family- that could be their ultimate undoing.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me. -Charlotte Brontë

we're going to stick to the surface streets where Vegas and Pete are concerned, because to the shock of absolutely none of you who know me, I could write a book on them.

however, I have to highlight the stark contrast their story provides in the finale against Kinn and Porsche's. they were the only characters who walked away with complete autonomy.

what felt like the final nail in coffin to Vegas- no longer being in line to assume his father's position, gain his power and prove himself worthy- was his saving grace. again, this isn't because they got out of the mafia, but because they got out from under Korn- which, irony heaped upon irony, was still Korn's doing.

for now, Vegas, Pete and Macau have been set to the side of the game board by our main player. they're out of the game, but they'll still receive some of its benefits (likely financial). it's probably the best outcome they could have gotten.

regardless of how it came about, or whatever the future holds for Pete and Vegas- it'll be a future they author together from start to finish. they're going into this new chapter with their eyes wide open, their feet on the ground and with a mutual purpose- to somehow be a family- based exclusively on what they want and need most.

I wish that wasn't more than I could say for Kinn and Porsche, but with where we leave them in the finale, it is- for now.

we aren't one story- we can change our stories. we can write our own. -A. Poehler

and so, we reach the end. Kinn and Porsche are silhouetted against/almost swallowed by the darkness behind them (intentional? I'm thinking yes) on the deck of the boat where it all started.

everything has been leading us to this moment- even their final lines are a callback. Porsche is gazing at Kinn with so much warmth and affection, declaring that his life is Kinn's. Kinn assures him he'll treasure it, clearly in bliss- probably feeling like he finally has everything he's ever wanted.

the parallel- along with Porsche repeating again that he's there for Kinn and Kinn alone- gave me chills at all the high-romanticism, coupled with deeply-ominous foreshadowing.

Porsche's life is now Kinn's, and Porsche would give him absolutely everything (he already has). can the same be said for Kinn? is he capable of rising above a lifetime of submission to Korn for their relationship's sake, for Porsche's sake- or most importantly, for his own? Kinn and Porsche are on equal footing on the surface only, and Porsche couldn't be at a more dangerous disadvantage.

as @dancinbutterfly put it to me so eloquently:

there can't be equanimity when one person is standing on earth & the other is in chains, looking up at him from the heart of hell.

I have to use our catchphrase one last time here, because it's never been more applicable: this scene is the definition of many things can be true at once. when we step back to look at the state of play, the bigger picture- Kinn and Porsche's final moment is as tender and heartfelt as it is potentially heart-wrenching.

we're watching these characters we've come to know and love teeter on the edge of a precipice they don't even know exists- but we do. Korn knows- he created it, and he even gets the literal last word- not counting the small bit of dialogue in the final-final scene with Porsche, Porchay and Namphueng.

I was so distracted by the beauty of the relationships between our main/side characters and how they were developing, I didn't go over many of these small- but, in retrospect, crucial- details too deeply, until the finale left me feeling so uneasy, I had to figure out why. even that might have been intentional.

not to go crazy conspiracy board here (but I will): how poetic would it be if the intention all along was to 'dupe' (but not really, because we're talking about it here) the audience into being in exactly the same mental boat as Kinn and Porsche?

i.e. we're so distracted by all the pretty, shiny things (love! HEA! they're in power together! etc.) that we don't see the forest for the trees? I really hope- and dread- that we might get to see it all come to awful, angst-ridden fruition in a second season. because that, my friends? truly god-tier level story telling.

even with all this possibility for heart-wrenching fallout, I've never felt 'safer' as a viewer as I do in the hands of these writers. they left some plotlines under-developed or unaddressed entirely (for now), but the unforgettable story this team managed to create from the mostly-trash heap that is the source material is a testament to their professional prowess, and evidence of all the thought and care they poured into KinnPorsche.

this show has consistently delivered on every promise it made, and managed to surprise me at every turn. I don't know exactly where we're going from here, but if we get to see Kinn and Porsche's story continue? I can't wait to see where they take us- even if it rips our collective hearts out in the process.

what a way to go, no?

special thanks to @dancinbutterfly for going full-on Pepe Silvia with me through half the night (more than once) while I slogged through this thing, and to my wonderful wifey @elnotwoods for helping get my ideas off the ground 💖 tagging some lovely peeps who have been patiently waiting for this behemoth to drop: @patprans @ellaspore @bengiyo @snimeat @rainbowcolored7 @maleficent-cannoli @i-got-the-feels @shinwoonoh @risu442.

as usual whenever I write long-form, I’m doubting whether I actually said anything at all here? either way- thank you for reading this far & I hope you enjoyed it 🖤

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