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peninkwrites · 2 years

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A New Era - Ch 2 of 11

Bad and Ant find this all too familiar.

[CW: referenced past character death]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 3

Mafia AU masterpost

~ Bad ~

It’s been years since Bad has stepped into that office. It hasn’t changed. Unless the signs of a struggle count for something, but Bad can’t actually find much sign of Skeppy having occupied the space. The dark cherrywood panels to disguise the more brutal shell of the warehouse are still decorated by the same paintings Bad had put there years ago. Bad would’ve expected something a bit more flashy. A crystal sculpture, a chandelier, something. But it seems that Skeppy had left it intact. Bad can’t help but wonder if it was in the hopes of him coming back one day.

Bad rights the fallen desk chair. It doesn’t change the disarray caused by the blood on the floor. “Oh, Skeppy, what have you gotten us into…” He murmurs, brushing a hand against the armrest of the worn leather desk chair, knowing less than 48 hours ago Skeppy had been here, in reach. Maybe if he had never left, Skeppy would still be here.

Antfrost returns, hesitating in the doorway at the sight of his old friend looking so lost.

“Yes, Ant?” Bad says without looking up from the desk.

“I’ve sent out a few vines, just to scope things out. I haven’t told anyone the details yet. Just told them to ask around, see if anything suspicious happened around here last night,” Ant enters the room.

“Good, thank you, Ant.”

Ant is finding it hard to read Bad’s expression. He looks tired, but not much else. “How’re you… dealing, with everything?” He asks carefully.

“As well as I can be,” Bad remains calm, unfeeling. Ant knows him better.

“He’s valuable, Bad. If they just wanted him dead, they would’ve left the body behind,” Ant knows it isn’t especially comforting, but it’s the best he can do right now.

Bad exhales something almost like a laugh. “Right. Skeppy sure is valuable, huh?” This dry dulcet tone of his is familiar to Ant. It never means anything good. Not that Ant is concerned for himself, rather he knows Bad is already slipping in some way.

“Yeah, he is. And it’s been less than 24 hours. They want us to get scared before they issue demands,” Ant continues. It’s a pathetic consolation, but again, it’s all he has to give.

Bad takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, nails digging into the leather on the armrest. “What if– What if they–“

“What if they kill him to send a message?” Ant finishes for him, cold and sure.

Bad looks up at him, eyes wide, stricken and almost guilty even though Ant had been the one to voice the thought aloud, but they both had been thinking it. None of this is unfamiliar to them, they had shared the same terrible thought the moment they knew Skeppy was gone, and it had remained present and haunting ever since: Velvet.

Ant continues slowly, carefully, letting the grief that had remained alive and coiled inside of his chest instead unfurl into brutal conviction. “They haven’t sent a message yet, we can only assume they’re keeping him alive for a reason.” His words feel hollow and useless on his tongue. Last time, they had all believed it. They believed it for the days it took for Velvet to be returned to him. Ant knows they’re on the clock, a timeline unknown and out of their control. “And it doesn’t matter, because we’re going to get to him first.” Unspoken, but Ant knows that Bad understands: we’re not losing anyone else.

Bad nods once. “Okay… okay. We’ll get to Puffy first. Talk to her.”

“Yeah, I've had one of ours get in touch with someone down at the docks and… we’ll see if she gets back to us,” Ant sighs.

They can plan all they want, they can be as determined as they want, but the city is still big and complicated and full of too many corners to hide in. Even if someone had seen something, until they come forward the Badlands will remain at the mercy of others. Until an ultimatum or discovery is made by someone else.

“Until then, Ant,” Bad sits down at his old desk. “Tell me how things have been going without me, hm?”

“Good, actually pretty good,” Ant will indulge this distraction. “You know how we got into the police station? It’s because we… we had an arrangement with– you’re not gonna believe this, Ponk, who works for Schlatt. I mean, not anymore, the arrangement was so they could stop working for Schlatt, but they were definitely living dangerously already. Their boyfriend is the Police Captain. So, yeah, we got you what you wanted, but we also have been hearing everything the Captain complains about,” Ant can’t hold his wry amusement. “I think you remember the Police Captain, Bad.”

“Mhm, and how’s our old friend Sam holding up?”

“Considering how many favors it took for Ponk to buy protection for them both? Not as well as he could be,” Ant says with false pity. “We’ve been driving him crazy for weeks now. Ambushing officers, changing locations when they were getting too close, figuring out our own rats, fun stuff like that.”

“Hm,” is all Bad says, but it’s clear he’s approving. “Income?”

“The old classics, money laundering, the occasional blackmail,” Ant shrugs. “You know, getting that close of a source to the cops was… insanely powerful. And Skeppy gave it up. We could’ve broken into the station, you know. To get what you wanted. Easily.”

“And you would’ve been caught,” Bad says. He knows where this is going.

“Yeah. And the last thing you want is… a certain someone knowing the Badlands are interfering with the police,” Ant continues carefully, circling the room, eyes following the blood on the floor. “He did that for you, you know. Skeppy did.”

Bad knows Ant isn’t trying to hurt him. The opposite, in fact. Bad still feels like Ant is twisting the knife in an already raw wound. “I know.”

“I know Skeppy has… pretty much mastered being ruthless in your place–”

“He was always good at that, he didn’t need to fill my shoes, he was always a force to be reckoned with,” Bad murmurs.

“I know,” Ant says not unkindly. “But, despite all that ruthlessness, he really cares about you. A lot.”

Bad’s hands are balled into fists in his lap, he almost doesn’t want to speak for fear of his voice shaking and he also wants to tell Ant he is crossing a line but instead he just nods.

Ant is struggling to offer some comfort. “I know you didn’t want to come back, Bad. Especially not like this. But Skeppy knows you care about him too. And when we get him back, things can go back to the way they were, right?”

“Who said I didn’t want to come back?” Bad says, too calm, too mild tempered.

“Well, you did, right? You’re the one who wanted to… be better for Sapnap’s sake,” Ant hopes this doesn’t sound like an accusation.

“Exactly. For Sapnap’s sake,” Bad’s tone remains cool and level. “I never wanted to leave. This was my family, my home. I left because I had to, to get back into Sapnap’s good graces, sure,” Bad exhales a bitter laugh. “Hm. That hasn’t worked out so far, right? It’s only been… what is it now, five years since my retirement?”

Ant says nothing.

“No,” Bad continues. “Retirement doesn’t suit me, I think. And at this point, I think I’ll have a better shot of reaching out to Skeppy right now than Sapnap.”

Ant can’t say he disagrees.

Both of them almost go for their guns when the phone still on the desk starts to ring. They both relax a modicum, exchanging furtive glances. It continues to ring. Bad realizes it’s his to answer now. Bad picks up the phone, but he doesn’t say a word.

“It’s Punz.”

Bad isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or frustrated that it isn’t a ransome. “What is it? Skeppy?”

“No, Bad. I’m sorry. He’s definitely gone then?” Punz does sound genuinely concerned, but Bad doesn’t have the patience for his sympathies.

“Yes– What is it, then?” Bad says more sharply.

“It’s… I don’t know how much you know about this, but your cop informant just got taken in.”

“What?” Bad pulls back, nodding Ant over to listen in as well.

“Yeah. They’re at the station now. So, if they know something you don’t want the cops to know, might want to get them out. Looks like it was a rough arrest and I’m guessing it’s not getting any easier.”

Bad sighs. He doesn’t care about this right now, he knows he should. “Got it, thank you, Punz. We’ll… we’ll send a little something extra to your pay, alright?”

“I’ll accept, but you know that’s not why I told you. The Badlands have looked out for me, just thought I’d return the favor. Speaking of, I’ll keep an ear out for word on Skeppy,” a pause, weighted by static over the line. “I’m sorry, Bad.”

“Don’t be. We’ll take care of this. Thank you for doing what you did. Stay safe,” Bad hangs up before he can get any more sympathies. “So, this informant.”

“Ponk.”

“Yes, our old friend Ponk," Bad continues. "They’ve been arrested. I guess Sam's new moral compass is just as sticky as I remember. What do they know about what we got from the police station?”

“Uh, not much,” Ant thinks back carefully. “But… they could mention working for the Badlands. That would be enough to…”

“Get Sapnap to put his guard back up, yes,” Bad feels a headache forming. He hasn’t missed this part of the job at all. “Alright, I will stay here, keep looking, see who I can get ahold of. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t urgent, but there aren’t many people I trust with this, with getting that close to Sapnap, and…” Bad sighs. “Would you keep an eye on them at the station? If they get let out too soon, you’ll know what to do.”

Ant nods grimly. “How far?”

“Try not to kill them. Unless it’s obvious they snitched. Play it carefully. Let’s not be too hasty, alright?” Bad says generously.

“Got it. I’ll check back in later,” Ant still hesitates. “Are you gonna be okay here alone?”

“What?” Bad glances up at him, still surprised. “Well, if whoever attacked Skeppy comes back for more, that would be ideal, wouldn’t it? Be nice to know who we’re up against here.”

Ant laughs dryly. “Alright, fair enough. Just… take care of yourself, Bad.”

“You too, Ant.”

Bad is once again alone in his– and then Skeppy’s and now his again– office. All that’s left out of place is still the blood on the floor. Bad gives himself this moment to press his forehead to the cool surface of the desk. He forces himself to breathe.

“We’re not losing our best friend, m’kay?” He speaks softly, eyes still closed. “We’re going to save him. And we’re going to destroy whoever did this.” Bad laughs, his voice almost distorted pressed against the wood. “Betcha Skeppy will like that part.”

#my writing #mafia au #THIS IS SHORT IM SORRY #im not used to writing badlands and I'm trying to get the tone right so any feedback would be much appreciated!#c!bad #badboyhalo #c!antfrost #antfrost

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spencer-is-dead · 1 month

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I love YouTube shorts because if you wade through all the slop you'll find art

#Me posting this: yeah this will hit with the queer squid people #Splatoon #transgender #trans #this guy’s shorts are really funny lol #im sorry but this needs to be shared

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ohposhers · 4 months

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★September first, 1989★ DEAR DIARY --- sighs heavily i couldnt not make fanart for @cupiddzarrow 's Heathers Trolls AU-- they beat me to it and i love it

#ignore the fact that jd looks different than the others #i drew him first as a warmup and it shows-- i was too lazy to redraw him so hes stuck as a twinky short stack #im actually so happy you beat me to the au cause i already have too many and i get to just admire what you do instead ooo #i was this close to making crimp martha #trolls #trolls band together #john dory trolls #bruce trolls #clay trolls #branch trolls #floyd trolls #creek trolls #fleek #fleek trolls #heathers #trolls heathers au #my art #sorry so many tags ooo

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ruporas · 11 months

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thinking about wolfwood (ID in alt text)

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #from awhile ago! i forgot to upload it here i think #i realized looking back at this. wolfwood has shrunk even more. DFGMKSGMS im sorry everyone has to bear with that. short woowoo #is engrained into my bones.... but anyway. im a big fan of vash yearning if that was not obvious from my previous comics.#not to say wolfwood doesnt do the same ofc... but im just thinking about vash's layers of repression in emotions and how he holds it #all together for the most part.... and when he yearns it's not like a dopey lovesick smile or anything. his cheeks are red but he's all “:(#bc he's Shy about it. and troubled by how much he's thinking about ww. but he can't help it and even less so when ww is right there #it's a very honest expression from someone like vash i think. and wolfwood can start to tell when he's faced with it and in turn #also gets embarrassed . silly the both of them #ruporas art

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ezgurple · 10 months

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a silly comic for that one person who wanted to know how 80s tmnt would get along with my tmnt

#tmnt au #80s tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #april o'neil #short comic #im dead #sorry for burning you eyes #SO MUCH GREEN

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ew-selfish-art · 7 months

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Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #danny can make ghosts appear like they do in amity but only for a short while and when in proximity to him #its not apparent in amity because the ghosts are just like that there #Danny just having a good time #Danny having zero brain cells about this whole thing and neither he nor jazz will offer explanations #they're just like 'gotham has ghosts. its not like he put them there'#Bruce getting into therapy because his dead parents said they were proud of him and he didnt know how to handle that #bruce having to turn this energy around somehow and seeing jason - my boy i love you so much and im so sorry and im so proud of you #heres the thing i dont know how i made it anger management ship at the end but i sure as fuck did.#jason is at a lack of words at bruce's confessions of pride and love but is also about to be a BAT about this and track down info #info in the form of a cute girl #oh yeah she has a brother #uh well #he has brothers too- this is fine #someone write this fic pls n thx u

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parisoonic · 6 months

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Don't talk incriminating shop infront of your boss at the office Christmas party.

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 spy #tf2 pauling #i have....3 other ideas for the christmas party! hopefully i get time to draw them all o7 #im sorry engie fans he just really amuses me. engie really gets the short stick in my drawings lol #spy stooped to wearing a silly tie that you can't see at this angle kdjdjkfsdk #i might fuss with the holly garland later as i think it could be seen as mistletoe but i just wanted to do a christmassy border #IDK why there are lines near the edges! they're not there for me in PS ;;

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insufferablemod · 6 months

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you can blame @borzoilover69 for this

#i got sent like a billion pics of adam sandler fits and ive been converted... he Would #hes eating pickles btw #cus in one of the pics sandler was eating one outside straight from the jar #anyway i couldnt get the image of him at a talk show out of my head.... i wussed out on the shorts tho im sorry :'(#ill do them next time #dave strider #alpha dave strider #homestuck #hom3stuck #hs #my art #this was both super rushed but also i spent 2 much time on it lol

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stsgluver · 10 months

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synopsis. gojo is a very light sleeper.

wc. 550

gojo thinks he’s lucky if he sleeps more than four hours a night. between missions, teaching, and the torment of being enough for everyone but the people who really needed him (geto, haibara...), there is never a chance for him to be at peace.

you haven't moved for the better part of twenty minutes now. for quite possibly the first time in your relationship, you were awake before him. you attributed it to the toll the most recent mission had taken on his body - he'd been gone four days overseas and, from the sporadic messages you received at all times of the day and night, you were almost positive he barely squeezed in a ten-minute nap.

your bodies were perfectly intertwined - his arms were tightly around your middle as yours were around his shoulders, and your legs overlapped one another's as you were desperate to be close. it didn't matter the season, nor the temperature, gojo would rather sacrifice the duvet than be any more than a hair's width away from you.

his face was pressed against your chest and you could feel each little snore he let out (the moment was so rare you found the action to be endearing more so than anything and decided you wouldn't tease him for it later). his silvery white hair was sprawled out messily and there was a small bump at the back from where his blindfold had constantly been pushing the hair up. your fingers dared to brush against the top of his neck, grazing the undercut that he complained he needed to get cut.

"look," gojo whined, pointing to the back of his head, "it's too long." it was barely an inch in length and you had bitten your tongue not to make a less-than-appropriate joke. he found it uncomfortable to wear the blindfold with longer hair and glasses weren't really an option in case they fell off during a fight or got broken. another perk of dating the world's strongest sorcerer is that more often than not he enlisted your help in trimming his undercut (y'know given his infinity and mild paranoia that he'd never admit to).

however, you were unable to get a chance before this mission in particular so now you had the chance to curl your fingers between each of the short, soft tufts. you only halted your movements when you felt him shift against you, trying to bury his face impossibly further into your chest.

after constantly having to be alert for so many years, gojo was a very light sleeper.

"don't stop," he mumbled, his voice raspy and muffled. his fingers tightened their clutch around the back of your (his) shirt and you didn't know you could love anyone as much as you do him.

you felt a pang of guilt and wished you'd resisted touching your boyfriend a little more. "sorry toru."

"don't 'pologise," gojo shook his head slightly, words slurred and riddled with sleep.

surprisingly, he drifted off again. it only took several more minutes of playing with his hair to hear those little snores again.

gojo never gets more than four hours of sleep at night but that was before you. now he's with you and maybe, just maybe, his nightmarish past that tormented him can be subdued by dreams of a future with you.

#initially was just going to make this a short hc #but neverminddd #im an econ girly but that last line made me feel so literature #sorry #ignore that #gojo satoru #gojo #satoru #gojo jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo drabbles

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arunneronthird · 1 year

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imagine that somewhere in the future, after years of learning to actually let himself open up and be honest, damian tells the real story of what happened to him to jon

#praying dami will be a likeable adult in the future #im trying to get jons short hair and im failing just dont think about it too much #and jon said ''fuck ur bandages we're gonna hug now''#sorry for the angst but also no im not sorry #damian wayne #jon kent #robin #superboy #supersons #damijon #batman #my art #ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well.

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rmtzcoconut · 16 days

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Slight redesign

#gave raf shorts cus yeah #its 2012 he probably has an older brother that had a cholo phase and gave him those baggy ass shorts once he grew out of it #also no more giant anime hair. i hated drawing it #mikos design is already perfect i just added some rips in her tights and shorts #jack is... um... there...#hes sooo boring im sorry i love him but hes BORING. i dirtied his jeans & shoes cus he likes to go off roading w arcee #(idk if her alt mode is capable of that but i dont care)#and i added some pimples cus why not #we need more pimple representation in media #pimple pride 2024 #tfp #transformers prime #transformers #jack darby #rafael esquivel #miko nakadai #maccadams #maccadam #art by rico

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oraclekleins · 23 days

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hello hello!! i discovered you a few hours ago and LOVE your content<3

could i request a joost klein x gn!reader where the reader is also competing in eurovision, representing {readers country} and basically they are already dating and joost kind of gets jealous because readers new make up artist got a little TOO touchy.. once they get back to their shared hotel room he expresses that jealousy by getting a bit more clingy?

when reader tried to ask about whats wrong he just kisses them or brushes it off as not important :3

thank you if you accept my request and have a great day <3

ill be 🩵anon if that’s okay!

Hii! Thanks for being so sweet, nonnie! Hope this is up to your liking. 💙 I changed the prompt a little iiif that's alright, so here's kind of an aftermath of that. ^^ I love any feedback.

You're Overcomplicating Things . . -> Jealous!Joost Klein x Reader

The buzzing of Joost's phone wakes him with a start.

His head turns a bit to the side, slowed from exhaustion. Joost's vision is still catching up with him, the living room gauzed in a radial blur; he feels like he’s wading through quicksand — dragging himself to sit up, before his arm catches another body. You're curled onto the left side of the bed, unmoving — the pillow your arm was wrapped around having ended up on the floor. There’s a spot of drool on your hoodie, plush lips tugged along the bold Eurovision logo of your sleeve.

“Morning,” Joost mumbles, patting the cushions for his phone. His voice is groggy, scratched dry from the shitty beers you two had downed the night before. He grimaces at the spit webbed on the top of his mouth, flicks at it with his tip of tongue in disgust. He moves to gently push at your leg; it’s hot, too hot for you to lounge this close; there’s a pool of sweat sinking into the crook of his chest — he feels gross, sticky, uncomfortable. There's a heavy silence in the air. It feels like you did something wrong, but you can't place your finger on it. You stir in response, a whine of annoyance rumbling from your throat. You blink over to see what Joost's all worked up about, who’s grabbing his phone from the nightstand, pinching at his forehead.

"Good morning — what's wrong?" You're still waking up, clearing the spit from your throat. Biting back a cough, you manage to sit up, pressing on the wrinkles from your shirt.

Joost offers you a tired smile, moving to kiss your forehead. "Long day ahead, right? Hop to it." A bit of enthusiasm pokes out of his voice as the words die out, his lips trailing to your jaw, pressing into it. It feels like he's hiding from you, even when he's slotted into your side like a puzzle piece, lazily tracing his fingers against your hip.

He's sulking, the boy-shape trying to disappear into your skin, upset and loathing.

Your fingers find his curls, gently raking your nails across his scalp. He makes a noise of satisfaction, face nestling closer to your collarbone.

You would know his envious touches through death. There were small, red marks around your waist where he had been pressing into it, marking you, yet.. gentle. Apologetically, he rubbed his thumb over them, turning his face from you.

"Joost," you sigh, "you think it's stupid," he perks up. "Right? That's why you won't tell me."

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. "Your makeup, it looked good yesterday. The new artist. Good." Joost fixates on the blanket under you both, looking anywhere but at you. "Good connection."

"Good connection?" He's already kissing the words from your mouth, stealing them from you. If he took them, then he wouldn't have to hear you say them. Listen to you accuse him — be disappointed. "Joost, let me," you're tired of this game already, and he's holding you like he can't get enough, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. You can feel the tense of panic in him, cold throughout his veins, a tremble to his grip.

You're prying his fingers away — careful, soft, not like a punishment. A warning. "You need to talk to me."

Joost is quiet for a minute. He's thinking. His uncomfortable grin is full of teeth, ones that graze on your irritability, biting into you like a peach. He doesn’t wipe the juice from his mouth — instead lets it dry on his chin, picking at the stain. A rash of his own, festering nerves.

He sits up. Joost's tank hugs his figure. His hair is coiffed into loose, blonde strands of fray, kissing the back of his neck — bouncing when he tilts his head. He frowns. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, keeping him afloat.

"You do not rehearse today, yes?" Joost asks after a bit. You want to make a remark about how you have his schedule memorized, everything written down on your phones, laid out for him — it's a little mean. He doesn't need it right now.

Swinging your legs to the side of his bed, you nod. "Not today, yeah. You want me to come hang out with you?"

Joost nods, a little too fast.

You kiss the side of his head, pulling him back into your chest. "You need to tell me when you're upset. Even if you think I'm gonna get mad, or, I don't know — weirded out."

"I love you." You hum into shoulder. You're ghosting the pad of your thumb against his cheekbone. He looks satisfied, curling back into you.

Joost tangles your fingers. You know how this goes.

"I love you too."

Thanks for reading!

#my writing #joost klein x you #joost klein imagines #joost klein x reader #anon 🩵#this is so short im sorry

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bunnyreaper · 8 months

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kinktober 8 - breeding

simon riley x reader

(18+/mdni, breeding kink ofc hehe, just a little thing today <3)

for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley sure has a breeding kink. simon swears on his life he doesn't want kids. not now, maybe not ever, a stance you've never had a major issue with. but considering his firm line in the sand, he always tries to knock you up anyway.

the first time you fucked had been a whirlwind of post mission adrenaline and raging lust, and you hadn't even stopped to consider the consequences--neither had simon. he was pushing in his girthy cock and fucking you deep before you could even think to ask for a condom, and he fucked you so good you didn't stop to care when his cock kissed your cervix and painted your insides.

after that, he didn't even bother offering to wear a condom, after the contraception and disease talk. why lose out on cumming inside? he just had to stuff you full.

sometimes he'd fuck you until you're a babbling mess, cumming hard and deep inside and then continuing to fuck his cum back in you, not letting a single drop escape. on one lucky occasion, he even came again, cock covered in his own essence as he filled you to the brim with his sticky cum.

his desires had escaped him mid session once, lost in your silky depths as he started to babble about how he needed to breed tha' pretty lil cunt and how he wasn't letting you go until he made you leak him down your fuckin' thighs.

and then it became an obsession, despite the low risk and the lack of desire, he seemed almost determined to fuck a baby into you--like he was testing your birth control, filling you up whenever he could. keeping track of your cycle so he could remind you, balls deep in mating press and eyes glued to yours, that it was your most fertile part of your cycle and that your body was just begging for his cum.

sometimes he'd even lose it just a little, chastising you for anything anything that might affect your fertility, anything that could ruin your chances of bearing his child. for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley took breeding you very seriously.

#i love how kinktober for me is just a short series of rambles #with the occasional fic thrown in #but today isnt one of those days IM SORRY <3 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #kinktober

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