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luveline · 8 months

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hiii!! i saw that you wanted some roan & eddie & reader requests sooo,, becuase barbie is trending so muchh i was wondering if you could write reader watching roan play with her barbies and instantly taken back to her childhood and getting very emotional ??

i mean its whats happening to me being reminded how much ive grown and how much effect those dolls had on me soo yeah 😭

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

A long, creaking squeal sounds from Roan when you come home. Eddie plugs his ears, knowing exactly what it is you have in the huge plastic bag at your waist —Roan's special treats, as previously discussed, for being such a lovely girl lately.

It might be a silly thing to treat her for, but she deserves toys before any amazing behaviour, and you have the extra money to buy them. Why shouldn't she get them? You and Eddie chatted some while you were at work that morning, trying to choose what toys to get.

"I haven't bought her toys by myself since we first met, what if I pick something crappy?" you'd worried.

Eddie gave it a little bit of thought, hand twined in the curling wire of the telephone, slouched as he usually does against the back wall of the shop. "Hey, she hasn't had any new dolls since Christmas. They'd go over nicely. Or she always likes a new dress. I'm sure you'll find something when you're there. You can get me something fun at the same time if you want."

You'd laughed at his joke and, if the light in your eyes now is anything to go off of, managed to find some presents you're happy with.

"Naddy's Toy Emporium!?" Roan shouts, rocketing off of the couch where she'd been standing waiting for you.

You've a nightly routine, hugging her when you come home like your life depends on it, but clearly Roan has decided the hug can wait. For once, Eddie's finished dinner before you're return, so he has a good seat on the couch to watch everything unfold.

You let her grab the bag's sides but lift it a touch when she tries to take it. "Hey, they're for you, I promise, but let's come inside and put them on the table!"

Roan squeals and knocks into Eddie's knees. He sits up and grabs her gently by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap. You sit on the couch cushion trampled flat by Roan's feet, pulling the play table where she likes to eat her snacks closer.

"Are you doing the speech?" you ask Eddie, putting down the bag.

He grins. "Ro," he begins, turning skewiff, her back to the couch to allow you both a great view of her face, "you've been a really good girl, lately. Do you know that? You've been eating all your dinner, no tantrums before school, and now you're even starting to help clean up around the house. So me and Y/N just want you to know how proud we are and how awesome we think you are."

"And we think all this awesome deserves some presents because we love you," you say. "Do you want the smallest or the biggest one first?"

There's lots of nice presents. You've stayed within the confines of the agreed budget, which is a feat for you (as you love to spoil her). There's five new barbies, one of which comes with a car, and the other a puppy dog. They have clothes, accessories, and an abundance of plastic he needs to cut away with scissors. His hand is welted red by the time he's through.

You also bought her a glittery lip gloss to replace the one she lost a few weeks ago. The proof of it sparkles on your cheek and Eddie's, twin thank yous.

You go quiet as Roan retreats to her satin princess tent, driving the pink corvette back and forth as she makes the barbies talk to one another.

"You okay?" he asks. You'd been wearing this huge smile for the last twenty minutes and now it's gone, he hates it. "I've been thinking maybe you deserve something nice, too."

You smile weakly. Okay, so you're not wanting anything.

"Dinner should be ready soon."

"Thanks, Eddie."

He gives up. He's about as subtle as a feather boa and you love him that way, drifting down toward your arm, his face smashing into your shoulder. "What's wrong?"

You put your head atop his. "Well, I'm just thinking."

"I may not look like it, but I think too, occasionally. Share with me."

You push his arm until he sits up and sinks down into his side instead. Eddie supposes you're allowed, even if usually he'd call it sexist or selfish. "I had a lot of fun picking those out today, and I kept thinking about the look on her face…"

Eddie hums to show he's listening. Kisses the top of your head 'cos he can. "Yeah?"

"I just remembered being her age. Do you remember wanting something really badly? There was something so nice about getting to grab a kart and– and to just stand there debating which ones to get."

Eddie toys with your pinky finger. "That's not everything, is it?"

Your smile presses against his arm, a deep emotion in your voice that's hard to pin. "Watching her makes me remember. Being a kid, playing make believe. I'll never be that young ever again, and there's no way to go back. But I," —you take in a steadying breath— "don't mind. I love seeing her so happy."

He intertwines your fingers between his, shorter and a little bit softer than his. He soaks in your presence for a moment, the smell of you, your tiny sounds, the secret you've shared with him. You're a mixture of sad and happy. He's not sure which one overpowers which, only that they're hitting you hard.

"There's lots of cool shit that comes with being a parent. You know the best one?" he asks you, raising his eyebrows at you with a fondness lining his lips.

"No?"

"You can play games without anyone judging you. I know it's not the same as being a kid again, but it's close."

"Yeah?" you ask, sitting up. "You'll come play too, right?"

Eddie casts his gaze to his daughter where she chit chats on the floor. "Hey, Roanie? Can we come play with you?"

Roan is almost as pleased as when she first laid eyes on her treasure trove of dolls.

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noroi1000 · 7 months

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I don't want you as my husband anymore

Summary: Your husband was just waiting for you at home. Why did he let a woman who pretended to be your friend into his house? Why did this day become the worst of his life? That's why he had to lose you over one stupid misunderstanding?

Warnings: Angst, divorce

The doorknob was tightened in the hand of Gojo Satoru who approached the bright entrance door right after he heard the doorbell.

He opened the door halfway to see a radiantly smiling woman he thought he had seen before.

Her smile that seemed nice. She had some business? Probably...

Well, he had no memory for people. The one he focused on the most was you. He remembered everything he needed to about you. That is, even the smallest detail. After all, you are his wife.

This woman who came to your house... She's a sorcerer, isn't she? He must have seen her at a meeting once.

Oh yes! That's her! She looked at him for half an hour and thought he hadn't seen it!

Well, he didn't want to see it. He was more focused on not bantering with you as you sat in the seat next to him. And to calm him down, he was given your hand to hold. But his senses clearly told him that he was being watched. That's why he knew exactly what was going on. It was enough for him to turn to the side once and see the woman boring her eyes into him with sparkles.

"G-Gojo-sama?" she said with a slight stutter and a smile.

"Who are you? And why are you there?" he asked a little coldly.

He was just busy right now.

And if she came here, she must have had a clear reason.

"Oh i'm..." She stopped for a moment and looked, not discreetly, at his finger with the wedding ring. "I'm an old friend of your wife. (y/n)! Is she home?"

She was your friend?

Well, you talked to your friends sometimes and met them. Even after you got married, you didn't leave your old life with your family and friends. Is it possible that she is your friend that he hasn't met yet?

Or maybe then, during the meeting, the woman looked at you to check if it was really you?

"(y/n) is on a mission abroad. She'll be back soon. I'm waiting for her." He replied to the woman.

"Could I wait for her? I really want to see her after all the time we haven't seen each other!" She said enthusiastically.

Even though her real goal wasn't to meet you, he couldn't confirm that. She didn't even know you. She only knew that your name was (y/n). And also that you are the wife of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. Someone she wanted...

Gojo Satoru was so handsome.

If she could break up your marriage, she would win.

Your sad ex-husband will need some comfort after you hate him. That's why she will be there. To give him the great relief he will deserve after you get a divorce.

Sighing, the white-haired man let her in, pointing to the couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No thanks. I'll wait for (y/n) to come home." She replied, sitting down almost elegantly.

"I'll be right back." he said as he went upstairs, leaving her alone in the living room.

"So... Can Gojo Satoru be mine?" she whispered to herself as she dug through her purse for something. "Of course he can be mine!"

She said, looking at the small sachet of white powder she opened. She grabbed the coffee mug that was next to the empty cake plate on the other side.

There wasn't much coffee there. But there was enough there that he didn't throw it away.

Without caring about the proportions, she simply threw everything into the brown aromatic liquid and mixed it with the spoon the man used to eat the cake.

"How many will I need?" she wondered, counting the condoms in her purse and looking at the spare underwear.

"Sorry, I'm back. (y/n) should be here soon." he said and very lazily sat down on the couch, reaching for his mug.

Her heart beat faster as she watched with a smile as his visibly soft lips touched the rim of the cup and he took a sip.

Big gulp. Grimacing, he looked at the coffee inside and saw nothing strange.

Did he put spoiled milk in there and that's why it tastes so strange? Or maybe it was left in the cup too long? It is impossible. When he drank it before, he didn't feel any strange taste. Especially not the way he feels now.

A moment later, his vision was slightly blurry.

U then realized something.

"What did you add here?!" he growled, standing up with his hand on his forehead. The dizziness in his head prevented him from standing straight.

"Don't move or you'll fall." She said and stood up, showing false concern.

Pushing him onto the couch, she jumped on his lap, touching his jaw and neck. Cuddling against his chest.

Cursed herbs will affect even the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. Dried extract of plants that grew with cursed energy.

It's a real drug that works on sorcerers. Even those immune to the poison can't escape it.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru was defenseless for some time.

"You–..." He growled but she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shh... You'll feel better soon."

She placed her lips on his, holding him tightly so he couldn't break free from her embrace.

He was stunned. He didn't feel what she did. And just as he was about to push her away, the door opened.

She thought of perfect timing.

But at the same moment he felt his world stop. Coldness washed over his body. The heart seemed to stop beating.

Your eyes met his, and you couldn't see the difference in his pupils. His eyes look the same when he's excited. Dilated pupils.

While you're gone, your husband is having a lot of fun...

Some people have told you not to marry him because he is probably unfaithful. You didn't want to believe them. Because you loved your boyfriend who became your husband. You even planned to start a family. But unfortunately, your plans have gone too far.

You didn't take this into account.

Who knows how many times it was the same?

I guess this time, Satoru didn't manage to finish in time.

Or he did it on purpose to show you that he doesn't love you anymore.

You were a sorcerer. You couldn't be soft.

But you had a hard time holding back your tears.

"(y-y/n)!” he said quickly and pushed the woman away after gathering his strength.

He stood up to approach you, but at that moment you slapped him hard on the cheek, leaving a red mark there.

You saw how his eyes were slightly red, but also tired.

You had no other explanation for this situation. There are condoms and underwear on the sofa next to the purse. Your husband with red lipstick on his skin from the kisses he received from the woman.

From his love that he didn't tell you about.

Breathing harder to avoid tears, you took notice of his slightly tired appearance.

You didn't know it was all because of the cursed drug he was drugged with.

"If you are so tired after sleepless nights, I advise you to rest and not play any more." You said in a dry tone, so that he wouldn't think that you were suffering because of him.

Even if your heart hurts so much.

"(y/n)...I..." He whispered, reaching for you, but you moved away from him.

Dizziness prevented him from standing straight.

"I won't bother you any longer. I have something to do."

"It's not what you think -."

"Hah! While I'm away from home for a week or more, you'll have some fun with your lovers! That's what I see here! And you have no proof for me to believe you! It's simply impossible that after what I see now, anything was good! Where is your wedding vow?! They were just words, right?!'

"..." He clenched his jaw.

"Exactly! After all these years, it turns out that you never wanted me like I wanted you!" you screamed with tears in your eyes.. And you ripped the ring off your finger, throwing it at him. "And shove this ring up your ass! I don't want you to be my husband anymore!"

He grabbed the wedding ring as if his life depended on it. As if it was his lifeline.

Leaving the house, you quickly drove away in your car before he could see your tears.

"You're pleased with yourself, aren't you?" he whispered as he stood motionless in the same place.

"Isn't that good? If she reacts like that, she's not worth-."

"Don't ever appear before my eyes again!"

Her neck was tightened by invisible energy.

She felt that her life would always be in danger from now on.

Hot tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he looked at the ring you had thrown away. A ring that showed you your love and sealed the vows you made to each other.

Gold that will never be warmed by your finger again because you rejected it.

Because of one stupid misunderstanding.

He was a wreck when you were away from home for almost a month. You didn't answer his phone. You showed no sign of life.

He knew you needed to calm down.

And when he saw you at the door of his house, he wanted to take you in his arms.

Your wedding ring on a chain around his neck. It was waiting to be on your finger again.

The sight of sheets of paper carefully wrapped in transparent foil stopped him from feeling happy to see you.

Literally like you poured a tanker of ice water on him, you handed him the divorce papers, asking him to sign it and mail it to your address.

_______

There were dark circles under his eyes as he sat on the bench as you both waited for your court date.

He refused to sign the divorce papers for months. You didn't want to listen to his explanations and that's why you went on foreign missions so as not to return to Japan.

You went on a month-long mission to the USA. While he kept emailing you.

Each one is probably over two thousand words long. Literally as if he was writing a book about his innocence.

Once you read that one short email he sent. You couldn't believe what he was trying to explain to you.

You deleted it without replying.

Every day you got an email describing his "innocence".

You didn't read any of this.

You saw on social media that he was still active. Like a madman had been waiting all day and night for you to answer him.

When Nobara sent you photos of their missions while they were in interesting places, when you saw your husband there, all you saw was the wreck of the man he had become.

You have to admit that he was looking at him. He rarely smiled like he used to in any photo. His hair was a little longer at the bangs. More pale.

But there was still a wedding ring on his finger.

You once got an email from Kugisaki just about him.

„We know you're getting a divorce, but (y/n)-sensei, there's something wrong with Gojo-sensei. He's weird after what happened."

She was the one who wrote to you and later sent a few attached photos that they took secretly.

Satoru, not smiling at all, wearing a blindfold as he sat alone in the classroom.

He was without a blindfold as he looked tiredly at the documents from the missions he completed.

His lips were not shiny. Just like the eyes. Black circles under his eyes and coffee cans next to him showed that he was holding back sleep.

A photo from the cafe you went to.

And he who ordered two of your favorite desserts while sitting alone at your favorite table. Eating slowly with tired, lifeless eyes.

And at the end there's a recording that they definitely took at the wrong time, because it was in his office.

He was sitting in front of the documents you brought him.

Pen above the signature place.

He hesitated. And he cried not knowing what he should do. Only for him to throw the pen at the wall and hide his eyes in his hand, crying.

What was happening to him... It wasn't the behavior you expected.

But that didn't change the fact that you were the one who was hurt more.

It wasn't you who betrayed him, he betrayed you.

A few days later you got a message from him. You wanted to ignore it. But it was very short.

Two sentences.

“I signed the divorce papers. We can meet?"

You could feel the sadness emanating from those words. As if he had soaked those words with his depression.

"Fuck! You were supposed to have it signed!" You shouted then as you returned to Japan to get this divorce done quickly.

"I had to get you home somehow." he said calmly, looking at you.

"No!" You screamed and wanted to start walking away.

His hand grabbed yours gently.

"Please don't go... Please... I have something to show you..."

He pulled out his phone to start the recording.

You ripped your hand from his, screaming at him in tears.

"I'm not here to watch your damn videos! I'm here to take the divorce papers you signed!"

He regretted what you said then...

Seeing him sitting next to you in a dark suit, his eyelids as dark as his black shoes.

He seemed very pale. His hair hadn't been trimmed properly in a while.

"You could have signed it… We wouldn't have to be here now…” you said while sitting next to him.

"...I don't want to get into a divorce..." he whispered quietly. Knowing you won't listen to him anyway.

"That's why we're here... Because you can't write two words to make us free from each other."

"I don't want to divorce you!" he said louder, looking at you now. Tears gathering in his eyes.

Before you could say anything, Nanami who was with you as a witness appeared in front of you.

"We start in half an hour." he said to you.

You nodded sadly.

Looking at the blonde, White-haired felt as if his world had just ended.

A grimace appeared on his face and thick tears began to flow from his eyes.

A soft whimper escaped his lips as he buried his face in his hands, crying.

"(y/n), Wait a moment."

You turned to look at Nanami who had approached you before you entered the elevator.

"I think you should see it. You may not be up for any drama, but you really should know better."

You looked at your phone with the discreet recording. The same woman as in your house.

„Gojo Satoru? Yes! Exactly! I managed to add some of the dust I received! Yes! It worked perfectly! Within a minute the results were visible! Thanks to this, my plan worked! When his wife saw this, she left immediately! They are now going through a divorce! I will be the perfect future girlfriend for him, right?!”

Your eyes widened as much as possible when you saw this video.

Something done by clever students who cannot watch you suffer.

"This..." You pointed to your phone and looked at the blonde.

"You should ask him yourself. Why do you think he took so long to explain this to you?"

"...(y/n)..." You looked to the side, seeing the man in your life heading towards the elevator.

You followed him and entered the elevator to go to the third floor for your court hearing.

"I know that no matter what happens now, you still want to divorce me... But... I want you to take it...

He handed you your wedding ring on a gold chain.

"You can do whatever you want with it. Throw it away, sell it... I just want to know that you have it. It's your property. And I want to know that it's in your hands. Just like my heart always was..." he said the last sentence more quietly.

"... Satoru..."

"I'm sorry I hurt you... I don't even know why it happened that way... I was just waiting for you to come back. And that turned into the worst days of my life... I know that no matter what I say, you won't change your mind and you will still hate me. Today everything you wanted from that day will happen." he smiled sadly. "You won't be my wife anymore... Just... I just want to tell you one last time that I love you and have always loved you... I will always love you... If divorce is what you want, I won't say any objections... I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I wasn't the perfect husband for you..."

Your heart ached as you listened to this. Suddenly the lights in the elevator went out and you stopped.

(Nanami who punched the panel which caused a short circuit lol. Just to give you guys time to reconcile)

"I can show you something?"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, not caring.

You watched out of the corner of your eye at the recording he was sending you this whole time.

A woman who pours something into his cup and when he comes back, all this happens.

You weren't paying attention to what was there.

You looked at your husband's sad, tired eyes.

Seeing the tears in the corners of his eyes, you looked at his face as he watched the video for the hundredth time..

He wondered what he did wrong...

You gritted your teeth and threw his phone out of his hand.

He sighed shakily. And before he could reach for the device, you punched his chest.

"Why the fuck can I always forgive you?! Why the fuck do I have to love you all the time?! Why did I have to believe it immediately after Nanami showed me the recording??! Why am I the one who made the biggest mistakes again?!" You screamed, crying.

As you rested your forehead against his chest, he felt his heart speed up with hope.

"Why the fuck can't you really be guilty...?"

Lifting your head with his hand, he looked at your face with a sad smile. Wiping away tears with his thumb.

"...Because I truly love you... And I would never do something like that to you..." he whispered.

With a loud cry, you jumped into his arms, soaking his shirt.

"...Can I be your husband...?" he asked quietly.

"Damn idiot!"

You tugged on his collar, pulling him down.

And you pressed your lips against his tightly, feeling your tears pool on your cheeks.

And all you want now is to go home with your husband.

Requested by @weebotaku21

#jjk x you #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo x reader

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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Teddy Bear

Yandere!doctor OC x Y/N (reader) Christmas special

Summary: you can't leave the hospital for Christmas, so your very own yandere doctor decides to make it special in your room. But he seems to have darker thoughts behind the sweet gifts.

Warnings: mentions of drugs(?), loneliness, toxins, obsessive behavior

You're too weak to leave the bed nowadays. The toxins spreading in your room from the air purifier has doubled to refrain you from leaving the hospital for Christmas. Thanks to your state, he can tell your loved ones not to visit you either. Win-win. He refuses to let you spend the holidays with your family.

He's noticed that you've been very quiet since you got to know about the holiday plans changing.

You look out the window at the snowflakes falling from the sky. They look so gracious. You want to be out in it. It's Christmas eve. You should be at home, not here.

The hospital is almost empty except the patients that aren't allowed to leave. You being one of them.

Of course, Dr Kry is here as well.

A gentle knock on the door catches your attention.

"Hi, Y/N", Dr Kry says softly as he enters your room. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas ..."

You tense in his presence. Suspicious eyes follow him to the bed. He pulls out a stool and sits down next to you. In his hands is a pretty large wrapped present. You can't help your curiosity spreading.

"I got you a little something", he smiles and places it on your legs, over your white blanket. "I thought it'd make you a little happier."

You don't touch the gift even if you'd very much like to. Terrified of making the smallest mistake. You know what a madman Dr Kry is.

"What are you waiting for?" Dr Kry smiles. "Go on. Open it!"

That's the signal you've been waiting for. You rip of the paper as quickly as your weak hands let you. Something fuzzy meets your fingers. You open it and pick up a teddy bear with shiny, black eyes and warm smile on his little face. You don't know why, but your eyes fill with tears. It's not alive, but you still feel like it'll be a great companion in this lonely place. You wipe your tears quickly and thank the doctor quietly. If only you knew how much tranquilizer Dr Key stuffed that teddy bear with, maybe you shouldn't have thanked him. It'll keep you calm, keep you ... asleep.

"There's something more", Dr Kry smiles.

You reach into the box again and pick up a book. It's one that you haven't read before.

"I asked the lady in the book store for tips", the doctor smiles. "She said that a lot of people like that one. Have you read it?"

You shake your head and start to feel how heavy your eyelids start to become.

"I can read it for you", Dr Kry offers and takes it out of your hands. "Do you want that?"

You nod and yawn. Dr Kry smiles. He starts to read it aloud for you with a calm, lulling voice. You fall asleep after two pages. The doctor smiles and puts the book on your bedside table before giving your forehead a kiss and walking out. He locks your door behind him. No one but him should see you when you're this cute.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere talks #yandere drabbles #yandere fics #yandere x oc #yandere x you #yandere stories #yandere doctor #yandere x reader #yandere oneshots #yandere oc #Dr Kry OC #yandere christmas

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f4iry-dvst · 6 months

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Crack Rock

a/n: i saw @recklesssturniolo post about something like this and i knew i immediately had to post ;)

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: degrading (kind of), spanking, daddy kink as per, it’s all consensual!

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

Matt’s grip on your wrists is tight, maybe too tight you think as your skin starts to burn under his fingers. It’s a mystery to you why he doesn’t just tie you up or something, all he does is complain about how difficult it is to keep you from running away.

“But it- It hurts it hurts!”

This evil grin takes over his face hearing you whine out like that, using everything in you to get even the smallest words out and struggling to simply take a breath. He chuckles, and you wonder how he does it so easily when he’s the one putting in all the work — you haven't moved a muscle unless to get away from him and every breath is a drag on you. You know he doesn’t care, not one bit. He fucking loves telling you all about it: how useless and pathetic you are, no purpose but to stuff his cock in and how you don’t get to decide. It’s fucking scary hearing how worthless you are to someone, but the fear that floods you doubles the heat pooling in your stomach until you’re dripping with it.

“Look at you huh…such a fucking mess”

Even as he spits in your face, you can’t deny how right he is. You’re a mess of your own fluids: sweat, tears, saliva, not to mention the grool. It’s hard to differentiate each thrust of his hips from the next, but each punch of his head to that spot deep inside you draws a flood of wetness as he retreats, so much so that it’s starting to pool beneath your ass on the sheets. Matt’s obsessed with it because even though you’re so tight, the amount of slick engulfing his cock inside makes him glide in and out of you so easily it’s enough to make him want to cum from that feeling alone. He doesn’t necessarily care that it shows how good he’s making you feel — this isn’t for you, it’s all for him. Despite that, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and peppers a few kisses along your shoulder. He may be using you as a toy to dump his cum in, but he’s still your boyfriend after all and he’d be dammed if he didn’t get just a little taste of your sweet skin. His beard scratches against your jaw and the sensitive parts of your neck below your ear set alight with it. A whine slips out, even though Matt specifically instructed you to ‘shut the fuck up’ but you can’t really help it when he makes you feel so good.

The hand holding your wrists together above your head suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing the ache you complained so much about, until that same feeling stretches across your face instead. He gripped your face in his hand, holding your mouth shut and forcing you to look him in his sadistically crazy, sexy, eyes

“What did I fucking tell you? I don’t want to hear it”

He lets go of your face and then plants a swift slap on your cheek. His thrusts have slowed down as he continues to stare into your eyes, face cold and unreadable. He’s probably just scheming what he’d do next to you, but you wouldn’t know, you’re too focused on the obscene squelch that rings every time his cock pushes into your hole. It’s gross, but you find yourself getting hotter the more you hear it. You start squirming around again, but instead of trying to get away from the abuse to your body now you’re chasing it — you miss the burn of your wrists and hips from his grip on you and the way you can physically feel him so deep in your stomach so much more than you should. He’s been so horrible to you, so neglectful of your needs but you love it, it just makes everything so much more electrifying.

Your squirming must’ve jogged his brain: suddenly he pulls out of you and sits back a little to watch all that grool and his precum drip out of you, waiting rather impatiently for you to turn over. This isn’t new, you know exactly what he wants from you yet you’re frozen in place now. You’re not sure what has you stuck like this, but when Matt’s hands aggressively grab you and flip you over himself, you’re a little relieved. The way he manhandles you gets you all fired up again in a matter of seconds, your hips push back searching for him the second your knees hit the mattress. He continues to sit back for a moment longer, breathing heavily with his cock in his hands, slowly jerking himself to ease that needy feeling in him too. Matt knows you love when he treats you like shit in bed, so really, this is more punishment to you than him right now. You try to call out for him, but with your face stuffed in a pillow, it's a little hard, so you lift up onto your elbows and try again.

“Matt-”

You don't even get a second to breathe when his hands slams down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing in your head and bouncing between your ears with how loud it was.

“Fucking slut…that’s not what you call me, is it?”

Without warning, his cock surges back into you, hitting something so deep inside it stings. The tears that’d built and threatened to fall long ago finally spilt, a sob tumbling out of your mouth without a second thought and now all hell breaks loose in you. Matt’s thrusting so fast and hard, hitting that deep spot inside with almost every one, dropping his hand down to spank you every few moments and pulling you back onto him with his hand on your waist. You truly are a mess now, no denying it with tears dripping down on the pillow and how wet your thighs are. He loves you like this; he’s broken you and it's the dreamiest thing in the world to him.

“S-sir…”

You don’t even have to say it, he always knows.

“Mhm, go on, cum all over daddy’s cock baby”

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fanfiction #sturniolo smut #smut

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sansundertale14x1 · 2 months

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Waiting for Gaz to come home

Civilian!Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

CW: descriptions of anxiety and death, no actual death. Anxiety attack, and then comfort, Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used but 'you', using the name 'Kyle' instead of 'Gaz' due to being a civilian. Proshippers DNI

Word count: 1013

Author's note: Heyy :) I don't post my fanfiction here very often, and this is my first work featuring Gaz, so keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like it! @chamomiletealeaf especially, thank you!!

It's late at night and you find yourself melting into the couch. It's a chore to keep your eyes open, trying to focus on whatever slop you put on the television just to pass the time. Your efforts are for a purpose, however. Your current roommate is Kyle Garrick (He mentioned the nickname 'Gaz', but you have no idea where that came from and what it should mean, anyway?)

He's currently on military duty, completing missions beside a task force '141'. It sounds quite dangerous to you, but Kyle always comes home in one piece. (Broken limbs aside)

You've never really had any concerns for Kyle coming home. He's assured you a million times before even exiting the doorway.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I know not to do anythin' stupid, I'll be home in a week."

The farewell is always sealed with a kiss.

Kyle was always sweet like that. He's able to stay calm and steady all the damn time...God, you wish you were like that.

Though you're halfway asleep, you can't help but be overcome with anxiety. He'd never come home this late before. He usually came home around 9-11pm...he's very consistent in that way.

However, your late-night binge-watching seems to be turning into an early-morning binge session. You wipe your glossed-over eyes, not wanting to believe what the clock is telling you.

"1:15am."

You read that aloud to yourself, voice groggy from the lack of usage. The alarm sirens in your head begin to go off. Maybe...he wasn't okay and the authorities just haven't shown up yet.

You tolerate these thoughts for a while. Staring up at the ceiling, you barely notice the wet tears crawling down your cheeks as you start to plan. It's seriously morbid of you to start planning the funeral of a man you didn't even know if he was dead or not, But you couldn't help it. Having control over something is a comfort...even if you are completely alone.

The mix of anxiety and tiredness is nearly lethal to all forms of sense in your head. You'd spiral down a myriad of deadly thoughts. Your heart races...while also feeling as if it's stopped beating completely. It's impossible to control your thoughts at the moment...

Even if Kyle is alive, You doubt that he'd want to stick around and live with your poor, weak self. He's strong...and deserves someone that's the same way.

You stir aimlessly on the couch, thoughts still out of control. You're too distracted by the overwhelming mental noise to hear the click of the front door.

Kyle's heavy footsteps still don't break through your crowded thoughts, even as he removes his coat and begins to peer around their home. It hits him with a feeling of calmness...but also confusion as he notices your tired, shaking form.

He'd undo his shoelaces and gently place his shoes near yours in the mudroom. He then begins to approach the living room, keeping his eyes steady on your sleeping form (or...at least he thinks you're sleeping...).

Kyle smiled widely, finding it extremely adorable that you put in the effort to wait for him to come home, even if it did make you exhausted. He then starts to slowly descend onto the couch, trying not to make a noise. Yet, with the smallest creak of the couch cushion, you were alert once again.

You immediately shot up from your laying position, head turning to see who could've possibly disturbed your thoughts.

"Woah, Woah...at ease"

He softly chuckled. When you hear his voice...you let out the biggest sigh of relief that you have in a long time.

"You scared me half to death, babe..."

You groggily speak as you reach out to touch Kyle's arm..as if confirming that your boyfriend is actually there, lying with you. A soft smile spreads across his face as he notices your action, so, he takes your smaller body into his arms and pulls you closer, so your head is pressed into his chest.

"I'm here...for real. Just some fight delay is all"

You feel fully calm now...Just more assurance that Kyle is okay...and you're in his arms, taking in his scent no matter how...musky it happens to be. However...the tiredness hits you like a bus now that you're actually comfortable, and you begin to pass out in your boyfriend's arms. As your vision becomes limited, you can feel your body being lifted off the surface of the couch.

Kyle's footsteps are all you hear as he carries you to your shared bedroom. A warm feeling fills your body as you notice the change in feeling, and you immediately notice that you've entered the bedroom. Kyle is very gentle as he places you down on the memory foam mattress.

He then steps away, headed down the hallway, presumably to turn off the lights and such in the living room. You let out a whine, begging him to come back. Now that you know he's home, you can't let go.

"shh, calm down...I'm almost done."

He assured. Though sometimes you annoyed the shit out of him, he did choose you this way, so it's sort of his fault.

When Kyle returned to the bedroom, that view of your tired body was making it worth all the moments of pain and time that he spent apart from you.

He tries his hardest to shut the door gently, as he kneels down to press his lips to your forehead. Then, he stands up and joins you on the bed. His weight dents the mattress, causing you to collide with his body the moment he lays down. He lets out a low giggle:

"Oh, you're the cutest thing...though, the next time I come home late, please for your sake, go to bed."

However, his words fall upon deaf ears as you've already nuzzled into his body and fallen asleep.

"...I love you."

Those three words were the last he spoke, before pulling you closer and slowly closing his eyes.

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and that's it! Thank you so much for reading my work, this took me a VERY long time compared to my other writing (oddly, lol) This was completely drafted on paper before I revised it here! (my hand hurts ;-;) A great thank you to @chamomiletealeaf yet again for the character analysis of Gaz that helped me write this. They're a wonderful writer and I recommend going to read some of their stuff. <3

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dearlymrme · 1 year

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“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs” and “i love the way you look with my fingers inside you” could pair together nicely with Terzo? (That second part with makes me think about the Cirice microphone stand thing 🫠)

Thank you very much for the ask, and you're right. They do go together quite well. Figure I'd add getting caught in the act to it as well, just as a little treat.

Rated R (Terzo x Reader)

Terzo x Reader || Public Sex || Fingering || Caught In The Act || Exhibitionism

You keep your face still, betraying nothing of what is happening besides that the movie is the best in the box office even thirty minutes in. Terzo's attention span, however, left twenty-five minutes ago. Or perhaps it was never there to begin with. Maybe this was his plan all along. You should have known to be suspicious when he showed off those romcom tickets with that boyish smile.

You bite your lips and try to stifle a moan. Glancing around the movie theater, gauging the crowd, it seems nobody has noticed has noticed you. Then again, the movie theater wasn't that full. There were more people sitting in front of you and behind you rather than in the row beside you. There was a single lonely woman at the end of the row, but her attention was transfixed on the movie and chewing away at a large bucket of popcorn. If anyone was going to notice you, it would be her.

"I think it would be more suspicious to see someone looking around and away from the movie instead of watching it." Terzo whispers, snickering from beside you. You take deep breath through your nose. The man glanced in the direction you were looking to see you eyeing your long-distance neighbor.

He smirked and pressed his lips to your war, whispering hotly.

"All she needs to do is glance over, and she'll see." You shake your head and try not to believe it, paranoia rising because he's right. One errant glance in your direction, and she'll notice. Despite how much you hate it, how flushed and embarrassed you feel, it sends zips and shocks of tension to your core.

"Stop it." You weakly whisper back, bite with no teeth. It fails to be threatening to him, especially when he angles his hand just right and causes a ripple of shakes to move through your body. He'll admit, he is rather impressed with you. You're normally very vocal in bed, and he's amazed that you haven't made a peep yet before soft sighs and hitched but quiet gasps.

With his free hand, he takes a gulp of his drink and smacks his lips. Clearly, he needs to up the ante.

One of your hands holds the arm rest in a white knuckle grip as the other keeps the popcorn bucket settled in the middle of your lap. It's your is the best chance and only chance at hiding Terzo's hand as it delves between your legs.

He watches your face with a side smile. There is the smallest white of teeth as you bite your plump bottom lip and chew. Your eyes are half-lidded, and pupils blow wide enough he can hardly see the beautiful color of your iris. They stand out so well, despite the dark, because of your makeup, which looks fantastic. You really dolled yourself up for the night. Despite the work you went through to put yourself together, the plaid skirt and spaghetti strap tank top, the cute shoes and leggings, he'd much rather see your clothes on the floor and mascara running.

It will be a challenge for later today, once the movie is over and you're back home. Or maybe perhaps he could convince you to detour into the handicap stall.

"I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." He admits. Then he curls his fingers and your walls clench as he strokes that hard spongy spot inside of you. You bite back a curse and turn your head and gaze upwards, praying for strength as his palm grinds against your mounds, and he plays you like a fiddle.

"Dammit." You squeak and your legs clap closed as his fingers persistently lick at your g-spot. You're close, you've been trying to hold it off, trying to act uninterested but he just took it as a challenge and kept at it. He's winning, damn him.

His foot hooks around yours and pulls your legs back open and you take a deep and uneven breath as you hear the wet slide of his fingers while he curls and thrusts them inside of you. He slips them out for a second, spreading slick across your drying folds, before sliding them back in with a squelch that barely audible above the loud action of the movie, but to you it might as well have been as loud as a gunshot.

"You know, if we weren't in public right now, I'd have my head between your legs." You suck shallowly for air. Then, hiccup as your lower stomach trembles. You toss your head back when he twists his fingers, pressing harder against that delicious bundle in your cunt before he scissors them apart and repeats it.

You're getting close too quickly.

"We have an audience." Terzo smiles when he catches her, his voice not rising much higher than the whispers of a dramatic kiss in the movie. His admittance has your head jerking to your neighbor, who stares at you, catching you in the act, with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock.

It stricks the match, sparks the flame, and then the fire engulfs you. You come hard. Your mouth opening in a silent scream, breath halting as you catch and ride out the tide while your cunt throbs with the waves of your orgasm, slicking around Terzo’s fingers even more.

It bubbles through you like soda fizz and spills over every nerve. You whimper as your walls clench down on his forceful digits and sucks them in and Terzo hides a mean smile in your shoulder before he pulls out his fingers and then begins to roughly stroke your clit, a button he's been avoiding that he now attacks to help guide you through your oragsm and wrings out every bit of pleasure he can. He's smug, managing to get you off without touching your clit once before now.

Your back bows forward in reaction, and your teeth chatter as your body shakes from the force of your climax. You hode your face in his hair, all the while he's expertly milking your climax from you.

Finally, the shocks wear out, and you're left to catch your breath and weakly slap his hand away, like you should have done at the beginning. You shyly peak back at your neighbor to see her gone, likely to go make a complaint and get you kicked out.

Terzo chuckles beside you, finally granting you mercy. He glances at his fingers, parting them, and looks transfixed at your wet slick, linking them together. You certainly did a number on him. The pads of his index and middle are pruned from your juices and how long he was going for. He hums at the sight before stuffing his fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he flicks his tongue against the tips, licking all the residual cum.

He pops them off, darting his tongue out to lick it once more while he looks you dead in the eye and gives you a thousand dollar smile. Then, he adacously starts watching the movie.

"Fuck you." You groan, in post orgasm bliss you don't bother holding back your disdain or your volume.

You earn a loud shush from the back row and slide back in your seat in defeat.

#terzo #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost band #ghost the band #the band ghost #reader insert #dee writes #dee answers

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imagines-by-cleo · 4 months

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Alright I’ll be adding another one to your numerous kaz requests😅can we get one where a female assassin (not Quiet lol) attempts to murder mgsv!Kaz and despite the hate he falls in love with her? I just thought the idea of Kaz having an ex assassin lover might be interesting.

and like everyone is saying…please take your time and don’t rush. Love your blog xoxo

~I'm back~ and omg I can't believe it took me until the new year to finish this. I've been writing this one bit by bit for the last couple months and I liked this prompt so much I'm almost sad to finish it. Thank you friend for thinking of this! Maybe I'll do a part two after I finish the rest of the requests and the few of my own I have in the works that should hopefully be out soon.

CW: SMUT, kinda dubcon, bondage, nipple play, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, switch!Kaz, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

You gasped as another bucket full of freezing water was dumped over you, making you shudder and strain against the chains that held your arms above your head. Ready to shout another insult at the overdressed bastard that had been interrogating you until the swish of the sliding door echoed across the room and a stranger stepped in.

His presence held weight and his silence added to that, while you held your breath the only sound was the clanking of his cane on the metal floor slowly coming closer and closer.

"I tried everything, but unless you want me to seriously hurt her she's not gonna budge." The cowboy spoke, sounding just a little too excited as he hinted for permission to really get to work.

"That's not necessary." Kaz replied, sounding just the slightest bit defensive. "Let me talk to her. Alone."

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"I don't care what you think." Kaz snapped back.

With a shrug the other man walked out of the room and you were left alone with your former target. If he wanted you dead it's likely he would have just killed you already, it was more possible that he wanted answers, secrets that you were in no position to be giving away. There was still a chance that you could save this mission from failure but if you cracked and gave away any information you would be dodging assassins better than yourself for the rest of your life.

He came closer in no hurry at all, clanking of his crutch hitting the metal floor echoed through the silent room like a doom drum. As he stood between you and the only light in the room he made a rather intimidating silhouette, towering over you in complete silence. Though you knew that his calm collected nature was just a ruse to put you in suspense you couldn't help but feel a little defeated as it was working.

"Let's start at the beginning." He said before starting his interrogation. "How did you get in?"

"Wouldn't you like to to know soldier boy?" You quipped, earning the smallest hint of a growl that he made quick work of silencing before he continued.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

"You have a lot of enemies. Kaz." You teased, staring him down. "Just pick one to blame it on for now, it won't matter in the end."

"This doesn't have to be difficult." He stated, more reasonably than anyone who was almost murdered had a right to sound.

"Oh you haven't even seen difficult yet." You challenged, sounding more like a bratty child than a deadly assassin.

He quickly raised his hand, thinking he was going to hit you you flinched, not expecting to find him only reaching for the top button of your fatigues. It really did catch you off guard when he started to pop open each button slowly, one after the other until your whole front was undone and chest ready to be exposed by the slightest pull of the fabric.

Though the clothes still covered all that they were supposed to, the chilly wet fabric clinging tightly to your skin left little to the imagination. The sunglasses covering his eyes made it hard to tell where Kaz was looking yet you could still feel yourself shrinking under his gaze and fought your restraints with the urge to cover yourself.

Raising his hand to his mouth and biting down on the fingertip of his glove he pulled it off with his teeth then spit it onto the floor. He touched his bare hand to your neck, feeling how your breath was starting to quicken and more so when you knew he noticed, then pressing his thumb lightly over your windpipe he felt it stop. You found yourself wondering, doubting and then fearing again if a one handed man could even strangle you. Something in his firm grasp told you that he was ready to, and threatened, no, promised that he would.

His fingers moved, tracing your collar bone then stopping on the center of your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat for just a moment before slowly pulling one side of your shirt open. The touch of his hand on your skin felt both foreign and warm against your cold skin, even when he started to cup your uncovered breast it was difficult to reject.

"What are you doing?" You asked with an all too telling shake in your voice, receiving no answer from the man touching you.

You wanted to kick him away, spit at him maybe, call him a pervert or something worse, but the way he touched you was so meticulous and not at all a rushed taking of an opportunity. His touch was deliberate yet gentle, and the bitter scowl still stuck on his face told you that this wasn't for his enjoyment.

The cold water had already made your nipples stand out leaving them much easier to touch, he circled one with his thumb lightly toying with it and making you shudder. You did your best not to show a reaction and began to bite your lip in fear of making a noise as he continued to squeeze and massage the soft flesh in his grasp.

Soon his fingers started to wander lower, until they had reached a point that made you assess whether you should reject his touch or open up to it you found your body had already answered for you as your legs parted without any resistance. Truth be told there were certainly more horrible people to be captured by, even when you were looking at his file and saw the messy blonde hair and the mysterious shades you thought it would be a shame to kill him.

His fingers ran slowly up and down your slit, only brushing your clit with every other languid stroke. You could feel yourself getting wetter and eventually hear it too when you started to soak his fingers and make it easier for them to glide over your folds. When you rolled your hips forward to grind against his palm only finding he suddenly pulled his hand away, now you knew what his goal was.

"That's a dirty trick." You huffed, rubbing your thighs together though it was no substitute for his touch.

"Talk." He demanded, returning just one finger to rub little circles around your clit without ever really touching it.

"I can't." You growled in frustration. "They have other assassins ready to kill anyone that cracks."

His fingers moved down to circle your entrance, making you more and more desperate with each stroke. The satisfied look on his face as you got visibly closer to breaking was your only motivation to stay quiet. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, the ghost of a touch of his lips on your ear seemed to hit every nerve in your body as he whispered.

"Are you sure you're so worried about that?" He asked, challenging the last bit of strength you had left.

One finger pressed in slowly, enough that you could savor the slight stretch which you couldn't tell whether it came from the thickness of the digit or how hard you had been clenching around it. Sliding in as deep as possible before curling, you moaned out loud as the feeling in the core grew more intense and demanded relief.

Kaz leaned in close until his lips where just ghosting over your own, you wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he was just out of reach. Still he lingered, tasting every breath growing deeper and faster while his fingers pumped in time. Just as you were sure you could cum all over his fingers he pulled his hand away.

"No, no, no, please!" You whimpered, trying to get his touch back before your release was lost.

"Tell me." He reiterated much to your frustration.

"It's XOF, okay? They sent me to kill you." You finally broke down and admitted not even caring about the consequences.

"What else do you know about them?" He continued.

"They don't tell me that much, probably in case I got captured, but they have more people they're gonna send if I don't come back."

"In that case we're gonna have to tighten up security around here..." His attention drifted off as he started to mentally plan.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a damn tease?" You jeered.

That seemed to be the only thing that broke his scowl as he let out a short laugh, he even seemed to stay amused as he turned and walked away. "Well if those assassins are only as skilled as you I guess we have nothing to worry about."

"Hey, where are you going?" You asked though you received no answer

Totally unbothered as he kept walking and not the slightest bit guilty for leaving you so desperately untouched as he entered the code and stepped out the door.

"Kaz, you can't leave me like this." You shouted after him shamelessly bargaining. "It's gotta be against the Geneva convention or something."

As as the door shut behind him and your begging shouts had turned into frustrated curses as you strained against your bonds. The room was left deadly silent making the sound of your pounding heart echo louder through your neglected body and you found yourself wishing that someone would have mercy and dump another bucket of cold water on you.

Ever since that day you had been working exclusively for the diamond dogs under the direct orders of Kazuhira Miller. Doing odd missions and assassinations that Big Boss was too busy to take care of, your most difficult mission so far was convincing everyone that you were no longer a threat, but for the most part you left that up to Kaz. Your loyalty lied only with him and for the worst reason, every day that you worked you counted yourself lucky that that no one else knew the truth or what your goals really were; although every once in a while you would get a knowing glance from that cowboy you met earlier.

Soon enough you had earned enough trust to have the privilege of a room of your own, it was hardly an upgrade from your cold cell but it at least had a proper bed, the only real problem was how empty it felt. The nights there were unbearable alone and you constantly found yourself tossing and turning with an insatiable need burning through your body. Your own touch was hardly enough to satisfy, even when you pretended your fingers were his while tracing all the places he had touched before.

One night you couldn't take it anymore, frustrated with the growing wetness between your thighs you ventured out to go find the relief you had been craving for far too long. Without even bothering to put on more than the t-shirt you slept in and a thin pair of panties you snuck out through the halls avoiding detection much like you would on a real mission.

Security had increased since you first infiltrated the base, but luckily for you not in the places it mattered. The routes patrol took were the same and the direction cameras were pointed never changed either, both faults practically inviting you into Kaz's quarters.

He wasn't a very sound sleeper, just like the first time you saw him he was tossing and turning in a fight with his own dreams before he even woke to notice an intruder. Quietly and carefully you crept onto his bed watching him twitch and mumble for a moment before you crawled over and straddled him, pushing the sweat dampened hair back from his forehead you noticed his breathing start to steady as his eyes fluttered open.

The peace didn't last long however, when he woke up enough to realize there was someone else in the room his expression changed to pure rage. His hand flew to your throat squeezing tight even after he recognized you almost as if you were the nightmare he had been fighting with. Only gently setting a hand on his arm while trying not to give in to your instinct to fight back, eventually his grip relaxed though he didn't let go of your neck.

"Trying to kill me again?" He questioned, baring his teeth.

"No." You answered simply, a blush crept onto you face along with a hint of a nervous smile.

Kaz was about to say something else, most likely a follow up question until he felt the answer in your fingertips creeping along the waistband of his boxers. He was stunned at the boldness of your touch, giving you the opportunity to grab his wrist and pin it to his side.

"You never told me how you got in here." He confidantly remarked, as if he was still in control.

"The same way I got in last time." You answered proudly. "And you didn't even bother to lock the door this time."

Noticing the hint of a smirk on his face you could almost assume that he knew, even as you felt him strain in your grasp but never really fight against it made you think this vulnerability was just an act or more likely a trap. Suspicious as his behavior was you couldn't help but take the opportunity before you, hooking your finger on his boxers waistband and slowly pulling them down.

With a few light strokes you soon felt his cock stiffen up in your grasp then once it was nice and hard you gripped tighter and pumped a little faster. Watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing grew deeper you were hoping to get something like a whimper or maybe you could even get him beg and look as pathetic as you must have when he was teasing you.

The idea swirled in your head as you softened your grip and slowed down until you were only giving him short lazy strokes. Kaz let out a deep frustrated groan, while it wasn't what you were hoping for it was a start. He opened his eyes to see you staring down at him with sadistic intentions then gave you a defiant smile while shaking his head.

Pouting at his reaction you became even more determined to get him to crack, with only your thumb and your forefinger you continued to work his shaft until you could practically hear him grinding his teeth. He had almost wiggled his wrist out of your grasp but you kept a firm hold on him.

After deciding you had enough of teasing him you let go and moved up to hover your hips just above his, though he tried to hide it his twitching and squirming gave him away. Your mouth watered at the sight of Kaz held down panting with his swollen leaking cock out and proud just waiting for you to touch it while the growing ache between your own legs was getting too much to ignore

Too impatient to even take them completely off you simpliy slid your panties to the side before straddling him and lowering down, taking a minute roll your hips and drag his tip across your slit and feel it twitch while you soaked his cock. He let out the most delicious gasp when you slammed down on him and took the entire length with little resistance, for a moment you stayed there just savoring the feeling that was so much better than you had imagined in the long lonely nights.

The small victory wasn't yours to enjoy for very long, you held still long enough to feel him writhe impatiently and try to raise his hips in protest, you kept your resolve and only lifted slowly off of him then lowered back down taking just one inch at a time. Kaz groweld at first, then he sighed, then he whined. It was just like how you were when he left literally hanging in that cold cell, maybe even worse. The idea of that revenge made you dizzy with the promise of relief like you had been wanting, and you found yourself feeling just merciful enough to use him to get it.

Squeezing around him and making him moan without any hint of shame, his wrist went limp in your grasp and he relaxed and allowed you to continue your sweet torture. It did feel like a victory to render him as helpless as he was beneath you, even the idea of it made you wetter than you thought possible and the sight of it made you shudder. In that moment you needed release more than you needed revenge, the bitterness you felt toward him slipped further away every time you sunk down on his cock.

Your hips were moving on their own at that point, it was hard to tell who was getting more pleasure out of it all you knew was that you were getting so close to that sweet relief you had needed since he first touched you. Reminded of that night you had the idea of bringing his hand up to your chest, having him touch you like only he could.

As soon as you released his wrist his hand flew to your thigh grabbing tight and using it as leverage to throw you off onto your back, already stunned at being tossed off like that you never expected him to flip you again before climbing over and using his weight to keep you pinned down with a hand on the back of your neck.

"Fuck! Not again." You groaned, feeling your release slipping away.

His fingers twisted into your hair while he pushed your face into the pillow, the way he held you down made nearly impossible to even shift your weight let alone break free. Although his still hard cock rubbing against you from behind curbed your want to escape.

He laughed as you tried to wiggle yourself out to no avail. "I expect better from my best assassin, I should teach you a lesson."

Fighting his grasp just enough to turn your head for a moment to ask while sliding your panties down and coyly grinding against him. "Would you call this a lesson, or maybe a punishment?"

"A mission, now shut up and take it." He answered bluntly before forcing your head back into the pillow.

The first thrust buried his entire length deeper than it had gone before, without even realizing it you were whimpering helplessly while he pulled out to the tip and repeated the action again. Over and over the cycle continued of him leaving you nearly empty just to plunge in even deeper and quicker.

It was almost too much but you were so afraid of him stopping and not letting you finish that you spread your legs farther and took even more. Your cheeks grew red in pure embarrassment as you lost all control over the noises coming from your mouth, more so when Kaz pulled your head back by the hair and forced you to cry out in the open.

"C'mon, let everyone know who you're loyal to now." He demanded, twisting your hair and earning another scream.

He was so cruel, but honestly that was what you wanted, the violence, the insults, the brutal manhandling, all of it. Ever since that day you were wishing he would just pound you like this, all the while giving you that blood chilling scowl.

That feeling of reaching your peak came creeping up through your body again, and with it a fear that you would be denied release. You arched your back and bucked your hips in rhythm with his trying to take in as much of him as you possibly could while fully expecting him to chastise you for being so desperate.

"Don't... Don't make me beg for it again." You panted out, lifting up and pressing your back to his chest.

He snorted at your request. "You're so lucky I'm bored of teasing you."

Having him so close while you came made the sensation so much more intense, feeling his breathing get deeper while he pounded even harder and pulled your hair even tighter. He tugged your head to the side so he could put his mouth on your neck and practically taste every moan that flowed out, his lips felt scorching on your already burning skin consuming you completely in a wildfire of passion.

Kaz pulled out and turned you over while your legs were still twitching, before he could even push back in you caught a glance through the glaze in your eyes and saw the first spurts of cum dripping out of his cock. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth while he continued to roll his hips forward, letting out long low groan and gripping your thigh tight. The feeling of him twitching inside while he while he filled you up was just too much for your sore overstretched hole, but the lingering need to keep him close kept you from telling him to stop and instead making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Spent, exhausted and finally finished he dropped down, his face only a few inches away from your own. Your breath mixed and your eyes locked in a moment of honest exposure, the bitterness and tension being released finally allowed the two of you to really see each other for a brief moment.

He didn't hold back at all, touching and kissing you wildly wherever he pleased while you were still shivering and giving you all the contact you had been begging for all this time. While you were a little taken aback by his treatment you readily accepted and even returned the affection where you could.

"Do you know how bad I wanted to do this while you were all tied up in there?" He revealed through heavy breaths.

Even his affection was violent. Kisses from a man who forgot any other way to be intimate could nearly drown you in wave after brutal wave, but you wouldn't just survive without returning in kind. Not simply allowing Kaz to take over your body, you savagely took his as well. Becoming nothing more than a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, hands grabbing and pulling desparately whether they landed on hair or skin.

In one of the rare instances when your lips had to part for oxygen you took the opportunity to say. "Kaz. Don't take this the wrong way but, I'm so glad I came to kill you."

"There's no right way for you to take this but, I'm glad you're bad at your job." He replied with a grin.

With the slightest urge to prove him wrong right there you laughed and kissed him again. For the rest of the night it continued like that, with the two of you sharing banter while holding each other close. The end of the agonizingly tense relationship you previously had sparked the begining of something that would be a challenge to explain if anyone on base found out. If they found out.

#kazuhira miller #metal gear solid #mgsv kaz #mgs kaz #kazuhira miller x reader #master miller #mgsv #mgsvtpp #mgs x reader

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mr-m-murdock · 1 year

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Hiii so am the anon who asked about opf. So firstly am greek and I absolutely adore you for putting Greece in this masterpiece of yours. I was wondering if you could do more of their time in Greece like doing simple things like going to a park and Natasha teaching r how to live cause I adore some cold hearted widows being soft for each other

those hands pulled me from the earth

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces

warnings: none

a/n: Γεια σας, anon! I have never been to Greece (never left my country lol) but I will do my best! I've heard that it's beautiful, so it's the perfect place for r to find her soul again <3 (again, Duolingo level Greek, please forgive haha)

"I love you," Natalia says into your hair. Then again, in Russian. The breeze moves the rushes of the date palms like dancer's fingers against the sky. Her arm, where it is slung around your shoulder, hasn't shifted since you pulled it around you.

Σ’ αγαπώ. You mouth it at the slow wind, let the breath leave your lips and tumble off in the river of the world around you. Your eyes track a woman walking the path with her baby slung to her chest. She is singing, only quietly, but you can hear her. You can hear everything.

The thud of Natalia's heart in her carotid artery is the loudest. Slow, unreasonably steady, just like yours. You'd be able to find it from the end of the world. You already have - it mirrors yours. Imitates you. Your hand goes to your shoulder where her hand hangs free, and you trace the lines of her fingers. You imagine you can see the bones, where each knuckle is bound and wrapped with muscle and cartilage. Gun callus on the inside of her thumb.

Each touch you keep as light as air.

Eventually she pulls away - only to tug you to your feet - and insists you walk.

"This is what people do at parks," she says, hands in both of yours, that infuriatingly familiar teasing light in her eyes. The sun catches her face, throwing her attention from you.

"I'm not an idiot," you grunt, and you loop her arm around your shoulder once more. "I know what parks are for." You glance at her. "I've studied urban form," you add, for good measure. Her slight smile fades somewhat.

"Sure," she says. "Haven't we all."

"You should. It will allow you to recognise the-"

"I know what parks are for, too, you know."

You raise your eyebrows. "Ambulation, exercise and socialisation?"

The odd look she throws you is practically amusement. "You're messing with me."

"You started it," you say.

"Oh, good. We've reverted to our twelve-year old selves."

"I'll snap your neck if you snap mine." It's almost in poor taste, so it surprises you when she laughs, mouth-open-head-back kind of laugh. The hair she's pushed behind her ear falls forward over her face and you have a sudden, incomprehensible and almost irresistible urge to take it in your fingers. You already know how soft it is.

Disappointingly, she tucks it away.

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"We're going to dinner," she says. You pause with a piece of honey-dripping toast halfway to your mouth. You place the toast down.

"What if I say no?"

Natalia blinks once, slowly. The smallest of smiles curls at the edge of her mouth. "I'll persuade you," she says. She seats herself in the chair across from you. "It doesn't have to be a restaurant. It can be street food, souvlaki, anything." She tilts her head at you. "Pretty please? I promise it's a normal person thing to do."

"As if you would know," you say, eyes still fixed on her mouth. She touches your shin with the tip of her foot beneath the table.

"That's mean. I'm perfectly well-adjusted."

"In this room, maybe." You drag your gaze up to hers and shrug lightly. "Go on, then." You practically see her swell with delight, even though she doesn't move a muscle. You can't help but smile. "Persuade me."

Natalia slumps and sighs, exaggerated. "Devil," she says. The afternoon sun on her face gleams on the tiny little scar above her eyebrow, one that you've kissed a hundred thousand times before.

"Of the worst kind," you agree. You reach across and touch her lightly on the nose. "Okay. I give in." She laughs. Your chest clenches and you know, without a doubt, you'd commit atrocities to hear it again. Murders.

But you don't need to.

Dizzying thing, desire.

Tell her, you urge yourself. Tell her you want to make her laugh. Tell her what she means to you. You'd never be able to put it into words.

So instead, you let her take you out to dinner. She buys you a mountain of food and watches with delight as you devour it all. In an afterglow of satisfaction and evening-cooled streets, you play poker on the balcony and lose to her drastically, on purpose.

You can't help but notice that her bluff face is real. It's one you've seen through the scope of a long-range rifle, or across the green expanse of a casino table with your heart in your throat.

It's almost easy to forget how fucked up she is, too.

"I lose," you say, and her face makes the shift. Practically imperceptible. Smallest of smiles. You spread your hands. "Come and take your prize."

Now her face splits in a grin, and she leans across the card table to kiss you. "Loser," she mumbles against your lips. "You know what happens to losers?"

You open your eyes to see her filling the whole world. Beautiful, impossibly so. "I think I'm going to find out," you say. Fuck me against the railing, you don't say.

Somewhere in the city, a dog howls, so lonely in its grief. But you don't hear it. Her hand is up beyond the hem of your dress and she is against you, all warmth and that glorious wave of red hair.

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"We're going to the library. Expanding horizons and all that."

"Are we going to learn about urban forms?"

"We're going to learn about whether or not you can keep quiet when I tell you to." Her gaze rakes you like a laser, suggestive.

You think it's a joke. It forces you to flush anyway. She laughs.

"Heart on your sleeve, huh?"

You slap at her shoulder. "You're incorrigible."

"Do you love me, though?"

It takes you by surprise. She's been doing that a lot lately, alongside all the things you anticipate.

"Yes," you say, with barely a moment's hesitation. You tip your head to the ceiling and let loose a crazed little laugh. "You dug me out, Nata. What a stupid question." I have loved you so long I don't remember not loving you.

Say it. Say it.

You fix your eyes on hers and force yourself not to move. "I have loved you," you say, everything in you trembling, "so long that I don't remember not loving you."

What a thing to say on the couch, on a Saturday morning.

"Good," Natalia says. "I-I thought so." It can't be the first time you've ever heard her stumble over a word, but it feels like it must be. You're so new. Everything is the first time. It's glorious.

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notes: (I had Like Real People Do on in the background repeatedly as I was writing this)

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remnantofabrokensoul · 2 months

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( Get To Know Me Tag )

Thanks for the tag @ivaspinoza !! This should be interesting... 🤔☺️

Are you named after anyone? No, and I have a pretty basic name where I come from, I've just been using nicknames as Kevin, Devil and any pet name you can think of.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago, more or less I think.

Do you have kids? I'm still young can I wait a bit? 🥹 I've just entered my 20s not that long ago, but I'd love to have kids one day, yeah.

What sports do you/have you played? I've practiced football ( soccer ) for a number of months as a kid, played basketball through middle and highschool, and had the smallest number of practice in kickboxing and aikido. I've only ever been good at basketball and running really fast, I've always been slim and good at running away from my problems.

Do you use sarcasm? Never.

What's the first thing you notice about somebody? Their facial expressions, laugher abd demeanor. I don't really look at physical appearance a lot, I mostly care if they're decent and kind.

Eye color? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings definitely. I've grown out of horror movies through the years, the only real scares I could get would be from personally playing horror games, otherwise, I barely consume any horror content.

Any talents? 6 years of music school and playing the piano, being able to put up with my siblings, I make killer foods with eggs, I always have a lighter whenever someone needs one. People say I'm really artistic but I'm yet to see that.

Where were you born? Serbia.

Hobbies? Movies, either making or watching, listening to an unhealthy amount of music, and buying too much jewelry and gothic accessories.

Any pets? Unfortunately... No. I've had a black and white cat named Blacksad for a couple of months, but I had to give him away to my father's, the little rascal wasn't the favorite with the part of the family I live with.

Height? 6'0'', but I haven't checked in awhile.

Favorite subject? English and Arts & Crafts are tied to first place.

Dream job? Developing, making, producing movies, maybe owning a film production company in the future. Although it doesn't matter how or where, I'd really just like to enjoy my freedom, make movies I dream about and enjoy my life with people I choose.

Thanks again @ivaspinoza , that was fun 😊🖤 I'm really not sure who to tag, I don't know a lot of people so... @dafreakinfuck @theavenger0ne @sunbathe @hersurvival @coffeexxcigarettes @lovelifeinlove @voidic3ntity ( no worries about not joining in, you all stay safe and lovely 🌹)

#get to know me #tag game #this was fun #interesting

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zanarkandfayth · 1 month

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Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @ivorydice, thank you <3

I ignored the rules to make up my own lmao. Doing twelve fics I like a lot rather than the last ten, particularly because I'd like a wider time range to see how things have changed. The actual last ten would just be the first two and then all eight of the fics I did for fatherly love week in 2021 :/ Most of which were written in a very stress-filled, sleepless week right before the deadline haha. Going back to some of my earliest ffxv fics will be more interesting; curious to see how they all start because I know I usually try to make the opening line intriguing, but not always.

o1. "Chocobos! Noct, look at the sign, they have chocobos! Can we go see them?" || Ameliorate

o2. Ignis sighs as he puts his foot on the brake, resisting the strong temptation to close his eyes and bow his head against the steering wheel for a moment. || The Monsters Running Wild

o3. Ding! The noise of the first one cuts loudly through the quiet of his room, rousing him from a heavy slumber, but right now he's more asleep than awake, his eyes still closed. It's easy to ignore. || From That First Moment

o4. "Alright. Ready to not get your ass kicked today?" || Where They Should Be

o5. Noct hesitates, staring with dread at the panel of buttons before him. || Where It Matters Less

o6. The thick, metallic smell of blood is still lingering in Noct's nose when he wakes with a gasp, eyes flying open, wide and startled as he looks unseeing around him. || Everything

o7. "Hey, wanna go to the arcade today?" Prompto slings a friendly arm around Noct as he asks the question, a bright grin across his face as he waits hopefully for the answer. || Heavy is the Burden

o8. Insomnia is a mess. || Under Grey Skies

o9. Coming to this party was a mistake. || Six Ways from Sunday

1o. It starts happening the day Insomnia falls. || The Shadows Growing Tall

11. "I feel like my feet are going to fall off," Prompto whines as they all trudge back to the Regalia. || Dark Corners

12. The first time everyone thinks Prompto and Cor meet is when Prompto is sixteen. || What Lies Below

...so the only two I actually wish had better openings are monsters and heavy. which makes sense. monsters I just started writing at random because at that point it was supposed to be a one-shot and also never shared with anyone other than the bestie. so I didn't care where I started it.

heavy I, uh, stole the opening from nano/aftermath fic LOL. because nanofic was only a chapter and some change then, with a horrible idea I hated, and I thought I was never gonna come back to it so I might as well repurpose the few bits of it that were good. now I have a better idea and I'm actually writing it... but I still haven't changed the opening a whole lot. they're just gonna be similar forever. oh well.

but the rest feel like they either did a decent job at being an interesting hook or at least not being super boring or something. though I feel like I maybe had stronger hooks in my earlier fics, hmm. damn you brain fog.

oh, tagging... hhh I usually never tag people for these things because I am awkward and dunno who is okay with being tagged. so low-key no pressure ignore if you want mutual-tagging @quartzguts, @smallest-turtle, @breakfastteatime, @every-lemon, @elidelio, @thisfairytalegonebad, @tumbleloon, aaaaaand... whoever else is a writer that wants to do this.

#I was tempted to just compare ALL my fics #at least for ffxv #but 29 would be a lot #and every day I fight against the urge to delete two of them #plus a couple were just crack things #so I stuck with 12 #couldn't get myself to go any lower than that lol #tag game #writing things #my fic

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thelampisaflashlight · 11 months

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A Home Below Pt. 2: Welcome

[Mountain and Swiss meet the new neighbors, and get some unexpected insight from Dew. Primarily from Swiss' POV. Mentions of implied past nonconsensual body modification.] Below the cut.

"Who's that?" a tiny voice asks as Swiss rounds the corner into the main part of the basement with Mountain, making both ghouls pause.

Turning to follow the voice, Swiss furrows his brow as he catches sight of two figures standing in the adjacent hallway; A man about his height with dyed blue hair and mismatched eyes -he recognizes him, he's one of the custodians, but he can't recall his name- and a small child he's never seen before, with strawberry blond curls and bright blue eyes.

Mountain pokes his head out curiously to see what the hold up is before reeling backwards, startled.

It's only then that Swiss recalls that neither of them are glamoured.

Not that the custodians haven't seen them like this before, they do clean the den for them after all, but he highly doubts the kid has ever seen a ghoul before.

And, honestly, that's probably the most unsettling part of this sudden encounter.

The kid.

Why is there a kid??

Said child waves, which seems to set the adult with them further on edge to the extent that Swiss can smell the anxiety rolling off of him.

It's a subtle, sweet smell... and something about it triggers something in Swiss' memories about this custodian in particular.

Swiss calms himself with a deep breath and offers a small wave, elbowing Mountain to come out and do the same, giving the earth giant a look that he hopes reads as "It's chill".

Mountain pops back into view and gives a nod in the pair's direction.

The kid's eyes go wide.

"You're so tall!"

Mountain beams, giving a small grin, "I am."

"Bug, it's not polite to talk about strangers' appearances like that..." the man lightly scolds, then looks to them, and this time Mountain gets a whiff of his scent as well.

Not a threat.

Just nervous.

Maybe a little scared even.

Mountain puts a slouch in his back to avoid making himself too big, and Swiss snorts.

"You're... uh, you're one of the custodians, yeah?" Swiss asks a touch awkward, unable to remember the man's name, "Jay...?"

"Jeremy Durand." he replies, taking the child's hand into his own, "...and this is Whitney, my son."

"Ohhh..."

Looking at the kid again, it's... Swiss would like to say it should be obvious that the boy is his, but, really, the only thing about Whitney that seems to even remotely resemble his father is his nose.

"He looks like his grandma." Jeremy says, as if seeing Swiss' confusion, but before the ghoul can apologize for being rude, Whitney, bless him, saves his hide.

"It's true! I look like Granny!" he chirps happily, "She says it's 'cause Dad got all of Grandpa's pants and I got hers... but Granny's pants are too big for me to wear, so I dunno..."

"Not jeans like the pants, Bug, genes like..." Jeremy sighs, "I'll explain later."

"So-" Swiss chuckles, then asks, curious, "Is it bring your kid to work day?"

"Ah... well, I..." Jeremy runs his hand over his neck, "...I thought Elijah explained... It's complicated, but Whitney and I will be... will be staying here."

Swiss blinks.

"Really?"

Jeremy nods.

"Well, that means we're neighbors then!" Swiss smiles, "Welcome!"

"...T-Thank you." Jeremy mumbles, clearly uncomfortable with... something, and then Swiss remembers.

"Oh, sh-" he glances at Whitney, covering his mouth, "Sugar Snaps, right my teeth, sorry."

"'s okay..."

Whitney looks up at his father, squeezing his hand, and in the smallest voice says something barely audible to human ears, but that the ghouls can hear loud and clear...

"It's okay, Dad. It's okay..."

Swiss tries not to show it on his face, but there's something about such a small child trying to comfort their parent because they're scared -because they're scared of THEM, him and Mounty- that makes him feel a bit like a dick, even if he hasn't done anything wrong... yet.

In so far as he knows at least.

Jeremy's hand visibly shakes in the child's grip, but Swiss pretends not to see it, and instead turns to Mountain, bidding the pair goodbye and dragging his friend down the hallway, hopefully in the opposite direction of where the family needs to go.

Once they're out of sight, Swiss lets go of Mountain's arm and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Neighbors, huh?" Mountain drawls, "...Somehow I don't think Mr. Durand is particularly... pleased with the idea."

Swiss bites his lip and then releases it with a tsk.

"Guess we'll have to do something about that then."

"Swiss-"

"Nothing bad!" Swiss interjects quickly, "...Something to make them feel more at home? Although, I don't think our usual methods for welcoming new ghouls is gonna work here."

"Ghouls?" Mountain questions, looking back down the hallway.

"I could be wrong, but... that guy, you could smell him, right?" Swiss whispers, "...He doesn't smell like a human, and the kid... I dunno, they just smell like us, kind of, ya know? And I kind of vaguely remember hearing something about him... but I don't remember exactly what it was."

"I did smell... something." Mountain admits, "That would explain why they're letting them live down here... I mean, there is the upstairs dorms for the human clergy and the ghouls, but if he has a kit, he probably doesn't want him mixed in with the other adult ghouls right from the get-go, it's safer down here, less people."

Swiss nods.

"Gotta give the folks upstairs some credit, they at least thought this through to some extent... Still though, they're being pretty accommodating all things considered, more than you'd expect them to be." he hums, "Even if the guy has a kit, there are ghouls AND clergy members raising children upstairs. There's gotta be more to the reason why he's getting a room down here..."

"It could have something to do with who his kit's other parent is? Or perhaps he has some connections with the higherups? He did say 'Elijah' earlier, he could mean Brother Elijah, he is the supervisor..." Mountain muses, "Or it could be because the custodial office is down here, and none of the other staff members in that department live on the property."

"How do you know that?" Swiss asks.

"I often work with the other members of that department when it comes to the upkeep of the greenspaces around the abbey." Mountain says, "They keep things tidy and make sure the sheds are stocked."

"Huh, the more you know..." Swiss nods, "At any rate... We should probably hightail it to practice before Papa sends Dew down here to drag us upstairs by our napes."

Mountain raises his tail, "I hate when he does that, he always bites so hard..."

"Personally, I kinda like it-"

Swiss scratches at the bite mark on his neck, grumbling along with Mountain, who's sitting off to the side licking a matching one on his hand, "You don't have to draw blood, ya know, you could just give me a lil' nibble and I'll do whatever you want me to..."

"Only good boys who get to practice on time get 'lil nibbles'." Dew puffs a bit of steam out of his gills, "I dunno what you two were up to, but at least keep it in your pants until AFTER 5 o'clock, damn..."

"For you information, we were originally going to be on time, but we had to make a little detour to greet our new neighbors." Swiss sniffs.

"Tom-Tom and Aurora are already here, numb nuts, come up with a better excuse." Dew rolls his eyes.

"Not them, our new-new neighbors." Mountain chimes in, "A father and son."

"For real?"

Swiss nods.

"It's one of the newer custodians, Jeremy De... something..."

"Tell me it's not DeFroque..."

"Wait, not De, it was Du... I think it was Durand?" Swiss says, "Yeah, it was Durand. Nice enough guy, nervous as Hell though."

Dew raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms, "That name does sound weirdly familiar..."

"You've met him before?" Mountain asks.

"Not exactly, at least not recently..." Dew shakes his head, "I think I might've read the name off of a list at some point, but if it's the one I'm thinking of, then it makes sense why they'd send him downstairs."

"How so?"

Dew hesitates, his expression... conflicted.

"...Back when Ter-" he clears his throat, "When Papa's predecessor was still in charge, there was an incident involving a lesser branch of the church. They were... fanatical."

"I don't really know much about it myself, Omega only briefly mentioned the situation to me, because he had to go with... ya know... to handle things. When he got back, he wouldn't talk about what exactly happened, but there were these... I guess they were ghouls?"

"You guess?"

"It's hard to describe, they were... in a bad way." Dew settles on finally, "Like something had gone wrong in the ritual. I think there were eight...? Maybe nine? Of them in total... Anyway, this was sometime before you or even Mounty were summoned, so you might not know this, but all of the regular ghouls' dorms were downstairs at the time, and us band ghouls were upstairs."

"...That would explain why there were so many rooms to choose from when I was summoned." Swiss hums, "So these ghouls stayed in the den then?"

Dew nods.

"We, obviously, didn't interact with them much. Omega did, but he didn't talk about what was going on down there at the time." he explains, "One time, though, he was talking about this one ghoul in particular, and how they were sick, like really sick, but wouldn't let anyone near them in order to check on them, but one of the human clergymen was able to approach... Uhh, ya know, what's his face..."

"Brother Elijah?"

"That's the bitch!" Dew chirps, then clears his throat again, "But yeah, somehow he was able to get through to them. I guess it's because he used to be some kind of crisis worker or whatever they're called... Well, anyway, he managed to get a name out of them, and I'm pretty sure it was Durand, because they had, like, this list that Omega had to look through and try and find family members, or, like, co-workers, neighbors... people who knew them before, and that's where I saw it."

Swiss frowns, mulling over this new information, and then...

"How... How old was the kid do you think?" he asks, looking to Mountain, whose face contorts as he realizes what the other ghoul is asking.

"I... I'm not sure... Maybe six or seven..."

"There weren't any children among the ghouls at the time, but it's possible they could have been born after the fact... Fuck." Dew rubs his chin, "Could've even been born here."

"Going with the nicer option of after... why come back here now? If this is the same Durand?" Mountain wonders, "You said it made sense, I'm still not quite following as to why..."

"Well, wouldn't you want to go somewhere familiar? Safe? With someone who you trust close by in case you need them? I don't know why they'd come back here otherwise, but, ya know, a lot of people come here because they have nowhere else to go..." Dew clicks his teeth, "I could also be talking out my ass on all of this, man, it has been YEARS since I thought about any of that..."

"But the name stuck out to you, so that has to mean something, right?" Swiss counters, "...What happened to the others?"

"Not sure..." Dew shrugs, "There's only one other ghoul from that incident that's still in residence here, but they live in the dorms with the human clergy, and they're honestly kind of weird."

"How so?"

"Walks on all fours all the time, glows in the dark like a radioactive sleep paralysis demon, dislikes other ghouls ...except for fucking Aeth for some reason..." Dew mutters.

"Why do you sound so bitter about that, hm~?" Swiss teases.

"...Get you instruments out, practice is starting soon. Count yourselves lucky that we're starting later than usual, because Cumulus called and said she'd be late because she's running errands."

Swiss gasps.

"If you knew practice would be starting late, why did you bite us then?!"

"...Maybe I just wanted to bite you, ever thought about that?"

"You-"

So far, Whitney isn't sure if he likes their new house.

His dad seems sad, but also... hungry?

He's not sure how to explain a feeling like that, like hungry, but for happiness?

Like he's a little low on happy, yeah.

Chicken nuggets and Oreos make Whitney happy.

And Granny's bedtime stories, and Dad's hugs.

Looking around their new kitchen, Whitney can't find any Oreos or chicken nuggets, and Granny lives far, faaaar away now, so she can't tell him a story unless he uses Dad's phone so...

Whitney pads softly across the wood floor, Dad gave him his favorite slippers to wear, the ones that look like dinosaurs eating his feet, and nudges the door to the big bedroom -Dad's new room- open.

"...Dad?"

"Yeah, Bug?" his father looks up from sorting through some boxes, he's not shaking like he was earlier, but he still seems a bit sad.

Whitney holds his arms up.

"Hug?"

His dad smiles, "Sure."

Dad's hugs never fail to make him feel better, so Whitney hopes his hugs can help him feel better, too.

"It's gonna be okay..." Whitney mumbles, squishing his face into his father's shoulder.

Granny always says stuff like that when Dad is sad, when Whitney knows he's supposed to be in bed, but can't sleep.

They talk about a lot of things he doesn't understand, but he knows sometimes it's about him, even if they switch to the fancy language Granny tried to teach him.

French fry or something like that.

"You really do take after your grandma, you know that?" His dad pats his back, "The good parts anyway."

"I got the good pants."

A laugh.

"Sure, Bug, sure you did."

#Lamp writes #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghoul oc #ghost band oc #sibling of sin #sibling of sin oc #I'm just saying now that Whitney could use more dads #or at least one more dad #he'll just collect them like pokemon

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weirdcat1213 · 10 months

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Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #nightow sir #i will meet you and i will end you #and then buy you coffee

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“C'mon, you know you’re the only one I want to be with.” ( if you want! djefkdjlfkd; Crimson for Striker. I have a reasonable explanation. -w- Maybe. ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Tch. You have a real funny way’a showin’ it. ❞ Chimes a snide remark, Striker sparing an unconvinced look down at the mafia boss. Sat atop of a stack of crates, tail hangs off the side, swishing with deceptive leisure as sharp eyes study the other man’s movements. It’s a habit that’s difficult to switch off. Always watching for that split-second when someone shows their hand as a threat. Regardless of who they are. Usually it’s those one expects the least.

Crimson is an odd case… Frankly, Striker doesn’t doubt he’s the type to put a bullet through the ❛ only one he wants to be with ❜ should the need arise. Maybe he’s being overly-cynical; giving Crimson too much credit. But he’d rather be a distrusting bastard than a dead one. Besides, he sees the way Crimson’s lackeys have a habit of hovering. Whether it’s by Crimson’s orders or not, they clearly don’t trust the outlaw either. With so much tension settling in the air and… unforeseen developments somehow taking root regardless, it just makes sense to have realistic expectations.

Still, it sure would be nice if Striker could believe he was capable of delving into this mess any other way… No point in complaining over what’s already done. He’s too broken to go about relationships the way he used to and, in an annoying twist of fate, that seems to be coming in handy right now. How else could someone hope to survive getting familiar with someone in Crimson’s line of work? It takes a specific type of person to thrive in the environment the other man’s life is cemented in… Hell, it takes a special sort of strength to live BOTH their lives. Maybe that's why, throughout the turbulence of time, they've unwittingly drifted toward each other.

Why Striker begrudgingly respects the hot-tempered leader... Infuriating as Crimson also proves to be. Dancing a knife across his fingertips as he beholds the other man, he abruptly clenches it in a white-knuckled grip, ❝ I'm not jus' anotha' one'a yer mindless goons. Even if ya WEREN' wit' me all physical-like, I'd still deserve more respect than I jus' got. ❞ Referring to earlier, when Striker's concerns were dismissed as if an annoyance while Crimson finished relaying information to one of his sharks. All things considered, it was only a fleeting moment... but even the smallest of instances can be important when it comes to how one is viewed.

Hold on his knife tightens, Striker resisting the urge to throw it in Crimson's direction and have it bury in the wall beside him. Empty threat or not, it's still best not to make the first move when things haven't devolved into violence. He'd only have himself to blame then, should Crimson retaliate. Shoving the large blade into its holster on his belt, fur bristles as he growls, ❝ I don' appreciate bein' made ta look small in front'a th' otha's... Even if it was jus' one. They TALK. ❞

Hopping down from his perch of crates, tail rattles warningly as he takes a step toward Crimson. Not a blatant challenge but a show that he's not one to cower before the others authority, muddled as their working relationship has become. ❝ I don' need ev'rybody thinkin' I've lost my bite. ❞ Never mind that in... certain situations, the Imp is willing to relinquish some of that ❛ dominance ❜ . 「 ☆ 」

#(( *UwUs and sets down a Bastard* ))#(( he's so emotionally-repressed he has No Idea what to think about Him/Crimson aside from 'okay so This is a thing but also What Is This-#-Thing' dkfjngdfjkgdf ))#burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ; ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Striker IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Striker 」#questionablemuses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ; ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Crimson 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ; ᴡᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴄɪꜰʏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Striker and Crimson 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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paytato435 · 8 months

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Chapter 1: After Dark

Containment Reflections

Today, Earth is different.

Billions of people are waking up to see the news: we are not alone in the universe, and our peers are not so welcoming.

It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who's picked up a history book; intelligent creatures are cruel and cannibalistic by design. We are narcissists, everyone.

Imagine, for a moment, the damage these creatures could have wrought upon us if they had been successful in their endeavors. This is only the smallest sample of what could be waiting for us out there among the stars, their fangs bared and knives sharpening. How much time do we have before they return? How long before something else catches us unprepared?

The data is still incomplete, but the conclusion is all too clear: we must not allow this to happen again.

Unfortunately, despite the subject's love for baseless insults and threats, she herself has not communicated to us anything useful. All we have is her unrelenting cries of misery. We've considered putting her down just to shut her up (we haven't found anything inside we could guess are vocal cords), but living samples are far too valuable, especially considering we only have the one.

Biologically speaking, her constitution and regenerative abilities are astounding. Perhaps even more astounding is what has prevented her from regenerating. An unknown substance found in her missing eye has prevented the organ from regrowing. All other appendages, except for tissue samples we took from her brain, could be replaced. What substance had so irrecoverably damaged my specimen? Where can we find more?

And then there are the… mutants. The world is also changing with their arrival. The yokai that had lived for so long hiding in the shadows are slithering to the surface, making themselves known for the first time in hundreds of years. We know they've been there, of course, but one particularly devious mind of theirs has actually produced what could be another potential solution to this extraterrestrial dilemma.

Unfortunately, there is no clear path forward to obtaining these four exceedingly valuable creatures without leaving a trail. Patience and observation is necessary. Until an opportunity presents itself, I am here, entertaining the thoughts of a deluded, xenocidal monster. For now, that is enough.

After Dark

“Marina, we are not walking all the way to the park from here! We should head home.”

“Dad please? It’s my birthday!”

“Yeah Doug! It’s Marina’s birthday!” Angel pouted, throwing her arm over Marina’s shoulders.

“And it’s gorgeous out!” Marina put her free hand to her hip, her silver bangles clinking together.

Doug sighed. He knew if he didn’t let them go he would never hear the end of it. Marina had a smile that could melt anyone’s tough exterior, not that Doug had one in the first place. Maybe it had to do with her round face and big brown eyes. Or it was the constant way she bounced as she moved. Her mother often compared her to a little rabbit. She was definitely acting like one now.

“You know it’s going to take twice as long to get home from there, right?”

“Because we’re already halfway there!” Marina smiled, seeing the fight leaving her dad’s eyes.

She spun out from under Angel’s arm and started dancing her way down the street.

“Let’s go Elphaba!” She called back to Angel.

Angel, Marina’s best friend since middle school, seemed at odds with Marina’s vibe, until you saw them together. She was usually cool and laid back, but when Marina pushed her buttons they were as chaotic and playful as kids half their age.

“I’m Elphaba?” Angel asked incredulously, but jogged to catch up with her best friend. Doug lingered behind at a distance, texting his wife that they’d be out a little longer than expected.

“Are you trying to say you’re GAH-linda? Give me a break! You only have friends in school because you hang out with me. Otherwise you’d have your face glued to a book all day.”

Marina did a little spin and ended by pointing her finger right at Angel's studded nose.

“You… will… beeee….”

“Popular!” They both sang together. “You’re going to be POP-yoooo-LAR!”

Angel’s voice was anything but what her name would suggest. Marina didn’t know half the words, but they made it up as they went along, eventually making their way to Central Park.

“Dad, what did you think of the show?!” Marina asked as she plopped herself into a swing. Her brown curls bounced as she fell into the seat.

Doug’s face lit up. “It was fantastic! The set was very cool.”

“Of course you like the steampunk stuff,” Angel rolled her eyes, joining her friend on the adjacent swing and tucking her raven hair behind her ears. “Hey, think you’re gonna try the backflip again, Marina?”

“Girl, you know my backflip is flawless,” Marina scoffed, kicking off the ground.

“Oh really? I haven’t seen it in at least a year,” Angel narrowed her eyes. “Surely it can’t be that good.”

Doug rolled his eyes and began picking out pictures from the show to post to Facebook. The girls tried in vain to somehow swing higher than each other before each trying to show the other up with precarious dismounts. Doug wasn’t concerned- they’d done this a million times before, and Marina knew she’d never hear the end of it if she twisted her ankle and had to be carried all the way home.

No, Doug trusted his daughter. But…

Swish.

Doug stopped scrolling through pictures and looked up.

Huh. He thought he had heard something.

Was it the wind?

It was late, there wasn’t really anybody else around. In fact, they’d probably get in trouble if a cop drove by and saw people out here after dark. Was he setting a bad example?

Swish.

There it was again. Doug jumped to his feet and looked around.

“Everything alright, Dad?” Marina asked, flipping over her swing and masterfully sticking the landing.

“We shouldn’t be out here, sweetheart,” Doug tucked his phone away. “We can come back another time.”

“But we just got here!”

Doug gave his daughter the look. Marina deflated.

“Ok, we’ll go,” she relented.

Angel dismounted from the swing on the backswing, and rolled her eyes. Doug could see her thoughts loud and clear. Adults are no fun.

Well, she would just have to get over it. Her parents would kill him if anything happened to her.

He was on edge the whole walk home. It was as if something in the air had changed. There wasn’t any wind, the weather was fine. Was it humid? Doug checked to see if his wife had texted him back. She hadn’t.

“So, what classes are you taking this semester, Angel?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the unease.

“I’m taking Biology 2! We get to dissect a cat!”

“Oh,” That didn’t help Doug at all. “Lovely.”

“And PE, and Geometry… Marina, you're taking Algebra 2 though aren’t you?”

Marina nodded.

“You’re so smart. I-”

Swish.

“Do you guys hear that?” Doug interrupted.

Angel and Marina looked at Doug with concern.

“Is something wrong, Dad?”

Doug looked around, but there was nothing.

“We should have gone straight home.”

Marina reached out and took her dad’s hand.

They didn’t talk the rest of the way home, and Doug didn’t relax until they were safely inside the apartment. He was grateful they didn’t have to take Angel home tonight. She had already gotten permission to sleep over.

He decided to turn in early. All the doors were locked, the girls were safe, and his wife was reading in the living room. She would probably be up for a few more hours, the night owl that she was. He gave her a quick kiss goodnight and ascended the stairs to their bedroom. He could hear the girls chatting away in the kitchen, talking about the musical, school, and field hockey…

He shut the door behind him and made his way over to the window. He didn’t think there would be anything but…

There was.

He saw it only for a second, but just under the streetlight at the end of the street he caught movement. There was no way, it didn’t make any sense.

Well, he’d heard some weird stories coming up these days. Half-animal people were supposedly appearing around town. He thought maybe it was related to the hysteria the other day. The “alien invasion.” Surely it was nonsense. There couldn’t actually be aliens.

But he could have sworn he saw a long, reptilian tail sliding through the streetlight’s glow and into the shadows. Gators in New York were an urban legend. Surely he was just psyching himself out.

He closed the blinds and turned away from the window. He crossed the room and stood in front of the glass cabinet where he kept his small collection of antiques. He opened up the door on the side and gingerly took out his favorite World War One antique.

Sometimes when he was stressed it helped to hold onto something, and for some weird reason, holding his great-grandfather’s trench knife did the trick. He probably should take better care of it, honestly. He shouldn’t be touching it with his bare hands. Hell, it should probably be in a museum. But Doug and his family were practical people. If you couldn’t enjoy something, why have it?

He ran his thumb along the handle. If this protected his family over a hundred years ago, surely it could help keep his mind at ease now.

Ok, that was probably dumb. It was a knife, not a therapist. He put the blade back in the cabinet and buried himself in his sheets. He didn’t know how his family put up with such an anxious dumbass.

The Essay

I don’t belong here. The thought hadn’t really set in until maybe the 3rd day after all this stuff went down. That was when all the hype started to settle. We were all over the news. Some networks loved us, we were heroes. Others were grateful, but concerned. Who were the Mad Dogs? April did an interview with the local tv station, and it went VIRAL. “They’re my brothers, they’re my family. I’m just grateful we’re all safe.” That sound byte has been bouncing through my head and playing on every news station in the country, every radio station, and of course, it's been remixed all over social media in cute formats of people just… appreciating each other? I’m kind of addicted to the warmth of it all. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. And yet…

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I tried to, I really did. But I just kept lying there, convincing myself over and over in my head that everything was ok now. I don’t remember when the idea crept into my mind, but I just feel like I’m waiting for the next bad thing to happen. It’s coming right? We get too comfortable, we get cocky, we get caught unaware, someone dies. My mom, Uncle Raphael, Donatello, Commander O’Neil… Master Michelangelo and Sensei. And while my brain tells me logically, the invasion is finally over, realistically, we are safe, emotionally, I could not bear to lose them all over again. I see them in my nightmares. Friends and family, new and old, here and gone, all of them suffering.

The one place I feel safe is here in the Lair. Underground is safe, underground is home. The guys have tried to take me topside a few times- to go shopping, see a movie, whatever. But I get this tight knot in my chest when I see the sky. I keep looking for the technodrome. I jump when I see the lights of an airplane fly over. I try to act like it’s fine, but to be honest I’d rather stay inside where it’s safe. Safe. I know it’s safe outside, it’s over… it’s over… but…

it’s fucking not.

Doctor Feelings I

“Bro, that is a LOT.” Mikey noted, scratching his head.

Both he and Casey were sitting together in the kitchen of the Lair. The others had gone out to the zoo to see the new penguin exhibit, and once again, Casey had turned down the invite. To his surprise, Mikey decided to stay behind with him.

“Well, I thought you’d actually write more but like…” Mike glances over at the dysfunctional teen. Casey is staring at a bowl of plain ass oatmeal. It was one of the only things he could eat at first, after living off a diet of leaves and rats for several years. The pizza after the invasion had left him fucked up for hours. He’d tried one of Mikey’s lemon bars yesterday after dinner, but he was still afraid of pushing his luck.

“What do you mean?”

“How do I put it…” Mikey waved his bandaged arms around as if he could summon the words. “I thought you’d write about more than just the invasion.”

“Did you want me to write about something else?”

“No, no!” Mikey shook his head. “You can write about whatever you want.”

“But then you’d read it,” Casey grumbled.

Mikey looks away and purses his lips.

“Yeah, I guess that was the point.”

“I don’t know what to do with the future, I can’t talk about the past,” Casey reminded him, standing up to put his bowl away.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember the spiel. Is that really for the best? I mean, it must be hard, knowing all this," Mikey gestures at the paper. "And not having anyone to talk to about it."

"Do you believe in destiny?"

Mikey looked a little surprised by the question.

"Come on, you're the mystic one here. Wouldn't you know?"

"I don't know," Mikey shrugged. "I haven't thought about it before."

"You've never thought about it, but you fulfilled the Hamato destiny when you defeated the Shredder, didn't you?"

"What's your point?" Mikey asked, crossing his arms.

"I suppose I wouldn’t call it destiny, because we did just alter the future the other day…. but I think there are some things here in this time that… would be very hard to change."

"Like global warming?"

"Uh, sure. I meant on a smaller scale, though."

"Oh."

"Maybe an example would work best," Casey sighed, tapping his spoon against his bowl.

"For the record, I'm bullshitting here; nothing I'm about to say is true."

Mikey nodded.

"Let's say, someone gets married in the future," Casey posed.

"Who gets married?!" Mikey shot up out of his seat excitedly.

"This is a hypothetical! Pick anyone."

"April! I want April to get married!"

"Ok… let's say April gets married in the future. You'd be excited if I told you that, right?"

"Well yeah, I just said I'd like it to happen," Mikey caught himself. "… if that's what she wants, of course," he added quickly.

"Sure. It's a great thing. Now, would it make sense for me to call April right now and tell her who she is marrying and congratulate them on their future engagement?"

Mikey pursed his lips together.

"That'd be creepy, wouldn't it? She may not have even met this person, and now you're just… shipping them because that's what Future Boy said." He said 'Future Boy' as if he was some kind of mystical fortune teller.

"Same goes for how you die. Now, your death had… extenuating circumstances," Casey saw Mikey shift uncomfortably. "But like, if I told Raph he died falling down a flight of stairs he'd probably never use stairs ever again."

"Did Raph die falling down a flight of stairs? That'd be lame."

"Of course not." Casey crossed his arms.

Mikey flipped Casey's essay over.

"...flight of stairs…" he mumbled as he wrote.

"What are you doing?"

"Gathering intel," Mikey looked away.

Casey narrowed his eyes.

"I'm serious, Mikey. If you want to feel like you have control over your own life, it's better if I don't say anything."

"Maybe you should make some new friends then!" Mikey suggested. "Ones that you didn't know in the future, and then you can talk to them about your trauma!"

"I don't have trauma!"

Mikey blinked.

"Ok maybe a little," Casey sunk into his chair. "But it's nothing I can't handle. Besides, who'd want to be friends with me anyway. I can't even go outside."

"Sure you can, it'll just take some getting used to," Mikey smiled.

Well, he did smile, until he saw the look Casey gave him. Everyone had started calling it the ghost look.

Casey would sometimes forget how to breathe when his family would do certain things. Little, dumb things that reminded him of the future past. Mikey's warm smile was one of them.

Even at the end of the world, Master Michelangelo always found a way to keep smiling.

“Your handwriting is immaculate by the way, did Donnie teach you that?” Mikey was making a conscious effort to change the subject.

“Yeah,” Casey shrugged. “He was always ripping into Sensei for his pretentious cursive notes, so he sat down and made sure mine was legible, ha.”

“So why is Donatello the only one without a prefix there? Uncle Raph, that’s cute. Of course I’m the badass mystic warrior Master.” Mikey wiggled his brow and smirks. “And Sensei is self-explanatory. What’s up with Donnie?”

Casey dropped his spoon in the sink as if it had burned him. He quickly fished it back up before putting it in the dishwasher.

“Oh, I must have left it off. You don’t need to read into it- he’s Uncle Donnie, yeah.” Mikey made that ‘I’m not buying it' face.

“It’s kind of hard to differentiate between you all when I think it out,” Casey sighed. “So in my head you guys are the short names and they’re the long ones now, unless I specify otherwise. I didn’t call him Donatello, that’d be like… calling Master Splinter, Yoshi.”

“Ew, I get it,” Mikey scrunched his face up.

"And I just… I just told you the less you know the better."

"I'm sorry."

There's a heavy silence for a minute. Maybe Casey should head back to his room; or he could go back to deconstructing the wreckage salvaged from the Turtle Tank for Donnie.

But neither of those things seemed to interest him, and he didn't want to leave Mikey feeling down like this. He'd been guilty of doing that around everyone recently.

“Mikey, are you really going to go to school?” If Mikey had chihuahua ears, they would have shot right up.

“Of course!” He grinned, squeezing Casey’s paper, and crinkling it. “Oh crap, sorry,” he straightens it out quickly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Casey waved it off, and sat back down at the table across from Mikey with a glass of water; the safest of liquids. “I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you'd want to, considering…”

“Times are changing, Casey Junior!” Mikey beamed, dancing in his seat. “You wrote it yourself, everyone loves us! And Pops is always grumbling how he wished we’d get an education.” He started rubbing the paper to his face like a teddy bear. “And there’s art class, I’ve always wanted to take a proper art class!”

Casey can’t help but smile; Mikey’s optimism was too infectious.

“You should come with us!” Mikey encouraged.

“With you? I… I don’t know,” Casey shrugged. “Donatello left me enough lessons to get me through college in any STEM degree I could ask for.”

“Is that what you want?”

“What I want?” Casey repeated. He hadn’t really considered that before.

“Yeah. Do you want to go into a STEM field?”

Casey chuckled to himself.

“I guess not. I think he was just projecting what he wanted onto me a bit. And I didn’t ever really have time to think about it. This-” Casey gestured all around him. “-didn’t exist for me. It wasn’t a planned thing. He made those lessons for fun and gave them to everyone who wanted to learn. God knows we needed as many educated people as we could get.”

Mikey nodded thoughtfully. “But what do you want?”

“Do you have any suggestions?” Casey asked.

“Really? Nothing?!” Mikey’s mouth gaped open in surprise.

“I don’t know what people did before the apocalypse, how am I supposed to answer that!” Casey shrugged helplessly.

“Maybe you could be a martial arts teacher!” Mikey’s eyes sparkled.

“And compare myself to Sensei everyday? I don’t think so. I did my best but… I don’t think I’m that great a fighter.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re great! I’ve seen you sparring with Leo.”

“I’ve got a long way to go,” Casey scratched the back of his head. “And I’m sure Master Splinter and Raph would still kick my ass.”

“I could see Raph being a teacher too,” Mikey smiled, giggling to himself.

“I could see that,” Casey agreed. “What other jobs are there? Like, ones you wouldn’t find people doing in the apocalypse. I know there’s cleaners and doctors and cooks, caretakers…”

“Zookeeper,” Mikey suggested. “Designated Penguin Patter.”

Casey sulked at the reminder. He wished he didn’t feel so anxious all the time.

Truth be told, it was embarrassing. Casey hadn’t felt this useless in a long time. He supposed he never had the opportunity to. The opportunity to feel afraid of the world around him. When push came to shove he was business as usual, but now that nobody was shoving him…

“I feel bad staying home again. And you’re missing out on it too, that’s not fair.”

“I chose to stay home,” Mikey tapped his fingers together. “But for you…”

“I told you already, I don’t want to go out. Well, I do but…”

“It’s scary.”

Casey nodded.

“Is there anything that we could do to help make it less scary?”

“What could make the imaginary pink monsters around every corner go away?” Casey asked sarcastically.

“Have you tried grounding yourself? Like, reminding yourself where you are when you get scared?”

“How am I supposed to think about that when I’m scared?”

“Well if you don’t know when it’s going to get to be too much, but you’re afraid it will, do it preemptively. ‘I’m at the zoo, the invasion is over, I’m with my family, I’m safe…' that kind of thing.”

“I suppose I could try it,” Casey thought it over. “It sounds a bit exhausting though.”

“What makes the lair safe?” Mikey asked, seemingly out of curiosity more than anything else.

“Uh… it’s underground?” he answered as if it were obvious. “The Krang were always on the surface. This was the one place we could hide.”

“But you’d have to go out onto the surface sometimes, right?”

Casey nodded. “We’d go foraging for stuff. Supplies and such.”

“And did you panic there?”

No. Casey didn’t remember feeling that anxiety on the surface. Even though it was arguably more dangerous. What was the difference? He was with the turtles up topside, and he would go out on missions in teams of people foraging, sometimes with his sensei or Master Michelangelo. They were always on alert, and it was always quiet.

That was it.

“We didn’t talk on the surface. Sounds would easily give away our location,” Casey explained. “The noise up there…” he gestured to the surface. “… it's overwhelming. We also always brought our weapons, but you can’t bring those to the zoo.”

Mikey tapped his thumbs together again thoughtfully for a few seconds, thinking.

“Well, maybe we could go out at night? For a late night walk? It’s quieter, and we don’t have to talk.”

‘We can still talk,” Casey signed.

Mikey watched Casey move his hands with curiosity.

“Is that sign language?”

“Oh, you don’t sign yet?”

“I feel like I’m a comic book you’ve already read,” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms.

Casey laughs.

“I’m sorry. I could teach you?” He signed as he spoke. “In the future we had to communicate somehow in the field; it’s pretty fun, too. And then, maybe we could sign on walks outside. That could help.”

“Yes! Show me show me show me!” Mikey jumped out of his seat.

“You.. want… learn… sign?” Casey asked slowly out loud and with his hands.

“Want… learn… sign?” Mikey mimicked him. “Yes!”

“Yes!” Casey knocked his fist in the air.

Masterpost Next!

Notes: Thanks for checking out my fic! It's the first thing I've written in probably a decade, and I've never written fanfiction before so... I hope it's coherent lmao. At time of writing, I have about sixteen chapters planned out so far, and I don't have an ending, so we'll see where it goes haha!

#after dark #rise angel #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt casey jr #rise casey #casey jones #rottmnt fanfiction #snapper and stinkpot #casey sas au #my ocs

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hallooo! I haven't been using Tumblr as much and not using Tumblr means not reading fics and so I have become very deprived 😭

In that sense, could I please request Saeyoung and MC just messing around? maybe doing something stupid together and it's just super cute?? I love just entertaining myself with the smallest things and I often get carried away with doing so, and I feel like seven would be the same in a way (def not a self insert 👀).

The first thing that came to my mind is some good old play fighting... So, here's you and Saeyoung just having some fun and being ridiculous together without any care in the world! :)

"Sneak attack!!"

All you could do was squeal like a scared kitten, utterly helpless against a pair of strong arms snaking themselves around your waist and trapping you within their sturdy grasp seemingly in an instant. If it wasn't for Saeyoung's giggles - ones that were filled to the brim with playful energy that you have come to know all too well by now - pouring out right into your ear as he pressed you firmly up against his chest, you'd probably be shrieking at the top of your lungs by now.

How in the world did he sneak up on you in your own damn bedroom!? You were certain you didn't hear a single thing!

The urge to whine and cry about just how unfair your circumstances were was almost too powerful for you to bear.

Though, you didn't have much time to ponder over your partner's extraordinary sneaking abilities. In a mere fraction of a second, you were lifted off the floor and thrown into the direction of your shared bed that was littered with plushies of all shapes and sizes in one swift and precise motion. With an awkward cry of protest and utter confusion flying off the tip of your tounge, you found yourself effectively buried under a mountain of your shared plushies, who were much too eager to go along with Saeyoung's unfair attack raining down upon you, without any sign of mercy in sight.

Betrayed by your own plushies you held so dear... What a heartbreaking turn of events this truly was. If only you had the time to do that, you'd probably clutch onto your most treasured penguin plushie and demand answers for such shameless betrayal.

However, only to add to your frustrations, before you could as much as lift yourself up onto your elbows to try and retaliate in some way, you were rudely pushed onto your side, immediately being covered with a thick blanket. All you could do was whine as your redheaded rival and lover effortlessly rolled you into a very grumpy and disoriented burrito, utterly defeated and humiliated.

"No, that's not fair! At least I didn't sneak up on you! You didn't even give me time to react! I demand a fair trial by combat!" You protested loudly, wiggling about in your comfy prison like a worm would, which only seemed to amuse Saeyoung even further. What annoyed you about this whole situation most of all was that you couldn't help but laugh along with him, however hard you tried to keep a stern facade on your face.

Just why is his laugh so unfairly sweet to listen to...?

Huff and bark as you might, you were still very much confined to your forced role of an angry burrito, and you wouldn't be allowed to become human again till your opponent decides to set you free by his own hands. Both of you were quite aware of your disadvantage at the moment, which is why your redheaded boyfriend seized the rare opportunity to crawl on top of you and pinch your hot cheeks in between his slender fingers, watching them getting redder and redder the more flustered you became, much to his delight. "Oh, so putting on cat ears and stealing my favorite shirt without telling me is fair? I almost had a heart attack, seeing you like that first thing in the morning, you know! And don't try to act all innocent with me, naughty kitty... You should know by now that if you run, I will come and find you. So, now I will play around with you to my heart's desire! Muhahaha!"

You were starting to understand how Elizabeth felt whenever she was unfortunate enough to get stuck with Saeyoung roaming nearby, like a stealthy predator. Nevertheless, once he was too distracted by your crimson cheeks, you darted forward, successfully managing to catch one of his unruly fingers in-between your teeth. A huge triumphant grin stretched the corners of your lips, feeling satisfied with an overdramatic gasp exploding from above you where Saeyoung gawked at you, stunned and petrified. It wasn't a hard bite whatsoever, if you could even call it a proper bite at all. You were careful not to hurt him, just as he was highly attentive to your body language in return. After all, this was merely a fun game you two were playing between yourselves... Regardless of how weird or unorthodox your shared play fighting sessions could seem from the outside perspective, you two knew each other better than anyone.

So, you were quick to steal the reigns from him once more, taking advantage of his fleeting vulnerability.

"And what are you planning to do with me now, Mr. kidnapper? Roll me around the bed or something? Looks like you didn't plan through your revenge as well as you thought... So much for 'genius engineer'! Or, are you, perhaps, scared of leaving my hands free? You did turn as red as a tomato this morning, and I didn't even get to do anything yet..." You innocently fluttered your lashes at him, putting on a false pout and purposefully trying to make your voice sound as sweet as honey.

After all, two can play this game.

It didn't take long for Saeyoung's false bravado to come crushing down, forcing him to whine and collapse on the bed next to you, burying his burning face in the crook of your neck. You merely giggled, straining your neck a bit in order to nuzzles into his fiery red hair. "Gaaahhh... Don't- Don't do that! Now who's the cruel one here..."

"I'm afraid I can't do or say much on this thought provoking, since I'm nothing but a burrito for you to cuddle... This is truly a tragedy." You sighed, stifling a sniffle or two.

"I was defeated by a burrito... How do I live on with this shame inside me...?"

"Guess there's only one thing for you to do now, brave Knight Saeyoung... You must... cuddle the burrito that was meant for you to cuddle right from the start. Face your fears head on."

"You do make the cutest burrito I have ever seen, Y/N."

This was probably the weirdest compliment you have ever gotten, but you didn't complain.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #707 #luciel choi #i'm a very playful person in nature so this was super fun to write xD

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