#and you really need to get your knees replaced because you used to jump into combat zones with a 70lb ruck & 10lb sr-25

[lace-coffin]

hello! Could you do something about Asa after he spends like, a good your looking for his newest member of the collection, and when he finds them, their just, surrounded by diff bugs?

Theres like, crickets in their hair, moths and butterfly all over their arms a few spiders crawling around their legs and their holding a praying mantis in their hands and staring at in awe. Their also babying talking it and cooing at it, when they look up and realize Asa is staring at them, they raise their cupped hands a show him the giant mantis resting their, saying with a cherry yet soft voice and smile "I named her Apple!"

I would appreciate it very much if you wrote something about this :)

But you don't have to, for any reason really.

Have a lovely night/day! Be sure to drink water and eat 💕

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs?

Asa Emory/gn!Reader

Tw for bugs and power dynamics

Requests are open!

Asa moved through the halls of the hotel with efficiency, he knew them like the back of his hand, however that apparently wasn’t helping since he’d managed to...misplace his new pet.

You were supposed to be in your room, you were lucky you had even been granted the luxury of not just being crumpled into one of the boxes, but here Asa is, speeding down the halls and jumping/swerving around his traps like some kind of sick ballet in order to find you. You absolutely won’t be getting out of this without some serious punishment.

Asa curses at himself under his breath for making his place of operations so huge, it seemed like a good idea when he set up here and it was but damn if it wasn’t his Achilles heel in this situation.

Fifteen minutes of searching later his heart is picking up in an unfamiliar way, usually he’s not one to care about others or a stray victim but something in him can’t help but worry about loosing his newest subject already. Whether it’s because he cares for you or because he hates not being in control is anyone’s guess. (He’s soft for you and won’t admit it)

Finally as he’s cracking open a door at the end of the hallway he hears a sweet laugh echoing from further along. Bingo. You’re so dead when he finds you. As he’s about to slam the door open he realises this is infact where he keeps his enclosures for his specimens, he sighs and opts to open the door slowly and quietly as not to startle the bugs.

You don’t even notice Asa enter the room, currently too enthralled in cooing sweet words to the giant mantis in your hands.

Before Asa can demand to know where you’ve been and why, his breath hitches in his throat. There you are, sat on your knees next to the enclosure cases, covered from head to toe in his beloved bugs. The calm careful way you handle them and talk to them like they can understand tugs at his heart, his face softens at the sight, anger long forgotten and replaced by a feeling of fondness, the same one he felt when he was originally scouting you to join his collection.

The crickets cling to your stands of hair, a little messy since you had left your room before Asa got to around to brushing it but he’ll fix that later, sitting contently like they’d never been disturbed in the first place.

Moths and butterflies tap their tiny feet along your arms, fluttering their delicate wings, taking off and landing back with you when they please.

Asa takes in the scene breathlessly, if he hadn’t already been weak for you then he definitely is now. As he approaches by a few steps some thick hairy legs come into view, creeping slowly over your thighs and onto your lap. Tarantulas, two of them, using you as a lap cushion without a care in the world. You really are something special. In the back of his mind Asa makes another note to keep approaching slowly, despite you needing a punishment he’s not exactly wanting his eight legged pets to kick hairs at you in fright.

After a few minutes of blissfully observing one of the tarantulas unhurriedly totters off your leg and begins to move across the room. “Oh, where are you off to little guy? I need you over here with me, I’m already probably in big trouble with sir” you sigh. “I don’t want to loose you and make it worse, besides, I don’t think I could forgive myself if something happened to you under my watch”

In a strange way you suppose you understood Asa’s need to keep you under wraps right now, not wanting this beautiful specimen to disappear from your sight, much like Asa with you.

You swivel on your knees to coax the spider back into your palms, nudging its abdomen for encouragement and letting it waddle back into your hands. From your new position you catch a glimpse of heavy black boots in your peripheral. Oh.

You turn your attention fully to the man above you, heart racing at the idea of what’s about to come, however as you reach his eyes they aren’t filled with the rage or disappointment you were expecting. The black orbs are filled with softness, fondness, almost something sweet you can’t decipher.

Without thinking you present the giant mantis to Asa, still on your knees. “I named her apple!” A beat passes and an array of emotions flutter through Asa’s steely heart, his blank face still giving nothing away. After what feels like an eternity he crouches down in front of you, cupping his hands under your own, assisting in holding the mantis. “A fine name for her, pet. Do you know what species Apple is by chance?” He says in his firm but calm, leading voice, slipping into the tone he uses when teaching his lectures without even realising it.

“Uh-no, no I don’t sir…tell me?” You say, wincing a little at the stumble at the beginning, hoping asking him to tell you didn’t come off as rude or undermining his authority. Asa smiles, not letting anything on.

“She is a Giant Asian Mantis, or Hierodula membranacea, If you want to get technical. These are the most commonly kept mantis as house pets and come in an array of colours, but as you can see, apple is mostly light green. I think your name fits her nicely.” Asa explains matter of factly, hands still cupped under yours for Apple to totter onto.

“Woah” you say without thinking, watching Apple move to Asa’s palms and taking in the information. Asa exhales from his nose in a small chuckle. “Woah indeed, however I think it’s time we get you and Apple back to your respective rooms” Asa says with a quirked eyebrow, giving away that your not going to get away with this unpunished just because he finds you endearing.

Asa helps you round up the specimens and places them back in their individual tanks. After making sure you both wash your hands thoroughly he takes your now clean hand and walks you back to your room, letting you ask him more bug questions as you walk.

Despite how lovely this has been you’ll still be given a stern talking to once you return, Asa can’t bring himself to punish you for your little adventure and entomology lesson but isn’t one to let you off the hook without some kind of consequence, after all he expects your complete submission and obedience and won’t settle for any less. But for now that convocation can wait, and Asa can get you comfy on your knees infront of him, manoeuvring your head via the ring on your collar and finally working the comb through the snags in your hair with care.

I hope you enjoy this! Your rq was super fun to do and the idea was really cool! Thank you so much and feel free to send me more < 3

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #the collector #the collector x reader #writing #my writing

[taylormarieee]

Day 2: BlowJob

Kinktober

Summary: You decided to give Shane a taste of his own medicine after leaving you all hot and bothered at Alexandria's Famous Cookout.

Word Count:920

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dick sucking aka Blowjob, Sub!Shane, Dom!reader, reader getting revenge, shane being a slight dick, whimpering, pet names, Public sex a lil, almost getting caught, MDNI 18+ONLY.

Shane was always a tease and there's no denying that. So when this morning you woke up excited to get ready for a cookout and wore your pretty little sundress, what you didn't expect was for Shane to give you head right on the bathroom counter.

He is such a tease to the point where he didn't allow you to cum. You whined and begged him the whole walk tot he cookout but he just chuckled and ignored you.

When you guys arrive at the cookout and you have to remove the attitude from your face as Rick walks up to the both of you.

"Hey! Glad you could make it. Ahbraham and Daryl have already started on the grill, and Me and a couple others are playing cards, wanna join?" Rick asks.

You politely decline walking away to go look for Maggie and Shane agrees and walks to the table.

"Hey darlin! How are you hun!" Maggie greets with a warm smile.

You frown. "Not so good, Shane is being a dick again." You say glaring daggers at the man in front of you.

Maggie's eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. She puts a hand on your shoulder and whispers in your ear, "Go make him pay tiger." She says winking at you as she walks away.

You smirk, coming up with a mischievous idea. You were going to give Shane a taste of your own medicine.

You walk over to an extra empty table that Rick set up because Shane broke the table in anger from losing. That man really needed to control his temper.

You got on your knees under the table and hid behind the cloth waiting for everyone to sit down.

You looked for Shane's boots and once your target was aquired, you went straight to him.

You ran your hands up his leg causing him to jump. He soon looks down and realizes it's you with a devious smirk on your face. You go for his belt buckle and he whispers something to you.

"What are ya doin hun?!" He whispers and yells. You just smile and reach for his boxers to pull out his achingly hard cock.

Your mouth starts to water at the sight. You start stroking and twisting your hands in ways that you know will make him groan and moan.

He covers his moans by coughing and replacing them for 'hiccups' to fool anyone who noticed.

Maggie stands off in the corner noticing his weird behaviour and she chuckles to herself saying, "That's my girl." She smiles.

You kiss the tip, precum staining your pretty lips. You give him slow but sweet kitten licks and Shane fights the urge not to groan and shoot his head back.

He instead throws his hand on the table causing a loud boom sound. Everyone stops to look at Shane.

"Sorry, bad cards!" He says trying to laugh it off. "Oh come on man, you're ruining the game for yourself!" Glenn says laughing.

"Oh trust me, I've seen Shane play, sometimes this is his tactic. To make you think he's losing but he's not." Rick says chuckling.

"Tha's true, he dun beat me a couple times back in Atlanta." Daryl says with a smirk.

They boys continue. in their conversation, drinking their beers as you swallow all of him. He stifles out a moan at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.

He thrusts his hips up whining and begging for more in a whispered tone.

"Please baby, please lemme cum. I'm sorry for this mornin but please!" He whisper-yells.

You shake your head as an approval to let him cum down your throat. You bob your head up and down faster, using your hands for whatever you can't fit inside your mouth.

He grips your hair tighter than before. You gag on his cock and he groans at the feeling of your throat contracting around him.

Rik goes down to itch his foot and Shane's eyes widen. He tries to hurry up and tell you to get off of him but you only suck harder causing him to moan just a tad bit too loud. Luckily not grabbing anyone's attention.

You fondle and play with his balls. He grips your scalp harder, the feeling burning your scalp but you don't care. You want him to be close to cumming but leave him all sweaty, hot and bothered like you were.

You slide off of him with a 'pop' and squeeze his tip. His tip is hot and red and oozing with precum. While your enjoying the view down there, Shane is enjoying the pleasure right there.

You decide to have mercy and let him cum. You suck him again and hollow your cheeks. He lets out one last final groan before thrusting up into your mouth shoving your head all the way to his pelvis as he cums down your throat.

He shoots his load down your throat, the feeling of his hot sperm sliding down your throat makes your eyes roll back. You moan around him and he twitches inside you at the sensitivity.

You swallow all his cum and kiss his tip. He is breathing heavily and you stuff his length back in his pants and zip up his jeans. You try and sneak from under the table and go towards Maggie licking your lips.

You turn and give one last look to Shane knowing he's going to fuck you so hard later and that's exactly what you want.

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#the walking dead #shane walsh #shane walsh smut #Sahne Walsh x reader #twd fanfiction

[st4rr-girrl]

Replaced

The gang

Summary; everyone in the gang has gotten girlfriends, and now none of them have time for you. And it hurts your feelings, but you go out anyways. That results in you getting jumped, and then the gang feels guilty. But you blow up at them.

Side note; y’all y/n isn’t a pick-me I swear, she doesn’t get enough love at home so the gang is her only hope 😭😭

Warnings; , small angst, hurt & comfort, cussing, Fem reader.

“Hey Johnny, Ponyboy!” You smiled happily at your best friends.

“Hey Y/n.” They both said in sync, nonchalantly.

Your smile faded, before you forced yourself to smile again. “I’m heading down to the nightly double tonight. Any of y’all wanna tag along?” You asked, looking at the whole gang.

They all looked at you. “Sorry, Y/n. me and Johnny are going on a double date with our girls.” Ponyboy smirked proudly, punching Johnny’s shoulder lightly making him smirk as well.

“Us as well.” Soda said, pointing to himself, dally, two-bit, and Steve.

“Darry?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“I’ve got a broad too, Y/n. I’ll be busy.” He furrowed his brows.

“Y’all go off and get yourselves girls and then suddenly don’t got time for me??” You frowned. “We’re family, man. That just ain’t fair.”

“We’re sorry Y/n but our girls are important” soda started.

“And I’m not??” Tears welled up. “Whatever. I’m outta here. Let me know when I’m suddenly important to y’all again.” A tear fell, and you ran out of the house.

“She’s alright Ponyboy, Johnny, leave it alone. She’s just being dramatic.” Was the last thing you heard from Dally, making more tears fall.

You ran to the park. It was your comfort place.

You sat on the ground, next to the fountain. You wrapped your arms around your legs and sobbed into your knees.

This has been going on for weeks. Do they just not care about me anymore??

You sat at the fountain crying for hours. Then you realized it was getting dark.

Oh shit the movies gonna start soon.

You got up and wiped your tears. You started walking to the nightly double.

It was cold, so you were shivering.

Once you arrived at the nightly double, you hopped over the fence.

Oh god I really am a greaser.

You picked an empty chair, and sat in it to watch the movie.

You felt eyes on you, so your looked around. You caught a few socs staring at you, and you shifted uncomfortably.

I shouldn’tve come here alone.

You focused back on the movie, still on edge. You decided to keep your guard up just in case.

A little later, and the movie was about to end. You thought of just sneaking off early, and decided to do it.

You started off by walking, corner eyeing the group of drunk socs that kept eyeing you.

Once you hopped over the fence, you started running as fast as you could to the Curtis house, only going faster when you heard the socs running after you.

“Grease!!” You heard, before you were pushed against the wall of a near by building.

Fucking great. Because I really needed this right now.

One blonde soc pulled out a blade, whilst the others held you against the wall.

“Get off of me!!” You yelled, trying to wiggle out of there grip.

“No mercy for greasers, especially when they’re alone.” The blonde soc smirked.

Your eyes welled up with tears, not just because you were sad but because you were angry. Angry at the gang for letting you go out by yourself and replacing you.

“Please…” you whispered, as tears fell.

You started screaming as loud as you could, in hopes for someone to hear you.

“Shut her the fuck up!” The blonde soc whisper yelled.

A brunette soc shoved a cloth in your mouth.

The blonde soc lifted up your shirt so the side of your stomach was out.

He placed a blade against it, the cold contact making you shiver.

“Greasers deserve to be hurt. Greasers don’t even deserve to be alive.” The blonde soc widened his eyes, making him look insane as he slashed the side of your stomach. Blood immediately started pouring out of it.

You screamed into the cloth as loud as you can.

He pulled your shirt down, making you cry out from the uncomfortable injury being irritated.

He put the blade against your neck, accidentally slicing it in the process. He pulled it back, so it wasn’t in contact of your skin, and mimicked the motion you’d use to slit someone’s throat.

You shook your head furiously, trying to get everyone away from you.

The blonde soc nodded at the others, and they threw you to the ground.

They all took turns, kicking you.

You curled up into yourself and blocked your head for safety.

One last kick— it was definitely the hardest.

You sobbed out, and held that spot. There would be bruises all over you, but this one would definitely be the biggest. You’re probably gonna be so sore tomorrow.

The socs scattered once they were done with you, and you got up.

You were so weak that you could hardly stand, but you managed to start walk— limping to the Curtis house.

As soon as you saw the familiar fence, you tried to go faster. You realized your nose was leaking, and quickly figured out it was blood.

Probably from when they threw me across the fucking ground.

You opened the fence door and walked up to the front door, quickly realized the gang just got back home.

You opened the door, and invited yourself in. You took a deep breath and wiped the blood off your face, most of it just smudging.

“Hey guys.” You smiled, the smile not reaching your eyes.

“Y/n… what the fuck happened??” Dally asked, anger clear in his tone.

“I dunno. Ask the socs that beat my ass. Oh wait. I’m probably just being dramatic, right?” You shrugged, sarcasm present in your sentence as you hinted at the earlier conversation. Dally’s eyes widened in realization.

Tears welled up in your eyes, as you clutched your side. The one where you got sliced with a blade. It was still bleeding, and you were getting lightheaded.

You pulled your hands back, and they were now coated with crimson red.

You looked at the gang, and they all looked serious.

“Yknow what?” You said, about to pass out, “This is all your fault. If you weren’t all so occupied with excluding me in everything, I never would’ve went out by myself. And you can’t say I should’ve asked you to come with, because I did! This is all your guys’ fault!!” You started crying, collapsing on the floor in embarrassment. You felt so defeated.

“Y/n…” Johnny started. “We’re really really sorry.” He frowned.

“It’s fine, Johnny. I guess I’m just being sensitive. I get you guys have girls and I appreciate you treating them well. I guess I just felt a little replaced, because nobody even wanted to hang out with me anymore. And you wouldn’t even bring me along when you were all going out.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“No, Y/n. You’re our girl. We’re family, and we’d never wanna purposefully make you feel upset.” Dally frowned. “And I’m sorry ‘bout what I said. I didn’t think you’d hear it.”

“Oh it’s alright, Dally I know you didn’t mean it.” You wiped your tears, and took a deep breath. You got up slowly, groaning and bending over when you felt a sharp pain in your side.

“Y/n? Are you alright??” Johnny asked, concern plastered on his features.

“I-I don’t know…” you got light headed.

You felt your wound become wet, and realized it started bleeding again.

You touched it, and pulled you hand back. It was covered in blood.

“Did they pull a blade out on ya’, y/n?” Soda asked. You nodded gingerly, slowly lifting up your shirt to show the gash located on your side.

The gangs eyes widened. “That’s really bad, Y/n. Let’s treat it.” Ponyboy frowned, while soda lead you to the bathroom, the rest of the gang following to watch, or hand out outside of the bathroom waiting for you.

You sat on the counter, wincing while soda cleaned your wound.

“Hey, y/n?” Johnny spoke up.

“Yes, Johnny?” You looked at him.

“Im really sorry. Im sorry for not going with you. This wouldn’t have happened if I went with you..” Johnny looked at the floor.

“Johnny, it’s alright. I forgive you all. It’s not your fault anyways, I was being stupid. I shoulda just waited till’ you all got back.” You shrugged, smiling at all the boys. They smiled back.

“I love you guys.”

“We love you too, y/n”

#the outsiders dally #dally winston #the outsiders #the outsiders ponyboy #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #two bit #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #johnny x reader #dally x reader #sodapop x reader #two bit x reader #steve randle x reader #darry x reader

[fandom-madness69]

can you make a scenario where gojo accidentally makes his s/o cry? like I wanna know what he does and how he reacts like girlllll I NEED TO KNOW😭😭😭(btw ignore my name💀)

It's Tumblr the names are wild everywhere

Yeah I'll see what I can do

Contents: playful bullying, playful insulting, Satoru makes his gf cry, Fem reader, yn x Satoru, Satoru fucks his apology into you, Daddy honorifics used

Word count: 1,040

“Yeah well at least I’m not a cocky know it all,” you yelled back at Satoru from the kitchen where you were making dinner. You two had been playfully insulting each other for the last twenty minutes now. Satoru really loved it when you reciprocated his playful bullying.

“I might be cocky and a know it all but at least I’m not built like a match stick,” he called back his voice echoing off the walls a little bit. He had been sitting in the living room watching TV while you prepped dinner. He would have helped you but last time he tried you got angry because he kept getting right in your way seconds before you’d need to be in that space.

“Oh, you love how tiny I am and you know it,” you retorted back as you started putting everything into the pots and pans, they needed to be in to cook. You were having a hard time thinking of a comeback, which usually happened.

“Oh, is that all you’ve got? That wasn’t even an insult, you dumbass are you even trying?” he yelled from his place on the couch. For some reason this comment hit harder than you thought it would. You felt tears brimming in your eyes and tried to wipe them away. More immediately replaced those and spilled down your cheeks without permission. It wasn’t like he meant it. Right? The tears dropped off your chin and you sniffled a little bit.

“Hey are you crying?” Satoru asked his voice much closer and quieter. You jumped a little bit and turned to see him sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“What? No,” you said hastily wiping your face as you stared at the food cooking on the stove.

“Y/N don’t fucking lie to me. Did I make you cry?” his voice was a little bit more stern than usual.

“Yes, okay you did. I don’t know why that comment got to me but it did,” you wiped your face again and stirred the food that needed to be stirred. Arms wrapped around your waist as Satoru pressed himself against you in a tight hug from behind.

“I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to get carried away like that,” he cooed in your ear.

“It’s alright Satoru, we were both insulting each other so it’s not like I didn’t sign up for this,” you squeezed one of his arms around your waist affectionately.

“You didn’t though. You didn’t sign up for tears, you signed up for playful bullying and I took it too far. I’m an asshole and I’m sorry,” he insisted as he nuzzled into your neck, “let me make it up to you baby please.” You sighed as you tried to stay focused on dinner.

“If you insist but let me finish cooking first before you do anything too dramatic and crazy,” you said since you knew he tended to go over the top sometimes. He giggled and kissed your ear.

“Then you better hurry up so I can make sure you know just how sorry I really am,” he purred in your ear and your knees went weak. You turned around to tell him off but he was already gone and back in the living room.

“Stupid teleporting sorcerer,” you muttered as you kept cooking dinner

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“I’m v… Mmmm very sorry little one,” Satoru grunted out in your ear as his fingers tightened on your thighs as he pounded into you from behind. His cock was ramming against your cervix relentlessly. He knew this was the only way you’d accept his apology.

“Yeah? Are you really though Daddy?” you teased as the tension in your abs built tighter. He whined a bit at your words since this was the tenth time, you’d said this. He had promised when you started, he wouldn’t cum until you forgave him.

“Fff fuck yes b… Baby girl I’m very ssorry. Can Daaadddyyyyy please ffucking cum now?” his hips were starting to lose rhythm as his desperation made you cum again your tight warm hole restricting around him more.

“Fine Daddy, I forgive you,” you panted out. He practically yelled in relief as he pushed your head into the bed and fucked you faster. His hips stuttered to a stop as rope after rope of his cum shot into you. His cock twitching made you cum again and scratch at the bed deeply underneath you.

“Mmmmmm I can tell that was your finishing one babe,” Satoru said as he slid his softening cock from your clenching hole. He watched as his cum started to leak from your hole. He gently spread your lips with his thumbs ignoring your sharp inhale as he watched more of his seed spill out.

“I know you need time to recover but I really want to eat this out of your pussy,” he said sliding one thumb down your slit to collect some of the fluids. You looked at him over your shoulder as he sucked it off his thumb.

“That sounds really really hot Satoru, go ahead,” you said softly as you were just starting to get your breathing back to normal. His tongue quickly dove into your hole which was still clenching around nothing. You practically mewled in pleasure as his lips and tongue sucked and fucked your hole. You writhed at the overstimulation but Satoru’s fingers only dug into your hips deeper.

“Shit Satoru it can’t be that much,” you hissed from the painful pleasure.

“It’s not I just wanted to feel your writhe beneath me some more,” he teased as he pulled away from your tender cunt. He smacked you’re ass once before pulling you to sit in his lap with your chest against his back. You felt his half hard cock twitching behind you.

“So now that you’ve accepted my apology that means I can use this little body of yours to my liking right,” he asked as his kissed your ear. You shuddered and grabbed his arms that were around you tightly.

“Let me recover and let us eat dinner and then we will talk,” you said.

“Hmmmmm fine,” he said as he turned your face and kissed you softly on the lips.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

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[mypoisonedvine]

pls give me Eddie with a whip and a fuck machine :)

sure thing anon!!

warnings: smut (18+ of course), oral m receiving, hard kink/bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, "master" title, some degradation but a lot more praise kink, hair pulling, come eating, spit kink, impact play and use of a fucking machine (obviously? read the ask lol), a bit of aftercare but not a ton cause she falls asleep lmaooo

see those warnings up there? read them, it's why they're there :)

He tilted his head slightly at you, raising an eyebrow. "You're sure you can handle this?"

You glanced at it again: it wasn't what you thought it would look like. Well, not like you'd spent hours in your room at night pondering the inner workings of a-- for lack of a better term-- fuck machine. But you had thought about it before. A lot, actually, ever since your friend pranked you by replacing one of your favorite movies with a hardcore BDSM tape.

Well, joke's on her. It awakened some things in you. Oops.

That was before you started dating Eddie, but when you first met him, he still thought you were the innocent girl you did your best to appear to be. Eventually, you let him on to how wrong he was; but you tried to start small, little things. Spanking, light choking, you know... easy stuff. For you, at least. You had been afraid that if you told him all of your kinks at once, he would call you everything that you were afraid you'd become-- wrong, filthy, freak-- and not in a sexy degradation kink sort of way.

Over time, you got more comfortable with him, and not just by accident. He'd been supportive and understanding as you started to open up about your kinks and ideas, and perhaps most importantly, he'd been incredibly prepared. Apparently, he wasn't as new to all of this as you were. But, his experience certain had limits, and this was one of them.

He told you not to ask how he got it, so you didn't, but you were curious. There aren't... stores, that sell machines with dildos on the end for this purpose, right? Certainly not in Hawkins... probably still not in Indianapolis. It looked a lot more professional than you would expect if he somehow put it together, but then again, you didn't really know his mechanical abilities. He fixed your car for you once, is fixing a car similar to building a fuck machine?

And then there was the whip. That was actually his idea. He'd spanked you plenty with his hand and a paddle, but the whip was a step up. It wasn't, like, real, it was made for this... it had several leather strips on it, all black of course, and he said that it would sting a lot but not leave too many marks. You didn't mind the marks, but you figured he'd give you plenty of his own tomorrow night.

"Yeah," you finally answered, "I can handle it."

"If you can't, you know the safeword," he reminded you.

"Paladin," you smiled, because of course his safeword was a D&D reference.

"You're gonna need another way to signal me when your mouth is full," he decided, and you were already warm between your legs because oh, my mouth's gonna be full?

"Okay," you nodded.

"Just pinch me on the thigh," he decided, "really hard-- don't be afraid to hurt me or anything. M'pretty tough."

He had you strip down to nothing and kneel on the bed, hands and knees with your legs spread, and you felt quite vulnerable-- in a good way-- with him getting everything set up behind you. You giggled a little when he grabbed your hips and moved you to where he wanted you; he could've just told you to move, of course, but he probably figured out you'd like the manhandling more.

The only thing you liked more than being told what to do was being made to do things. Forced, even; though with Eddie, you were damn near always willing.

"Lean back a bit," he mumbled as he pulled your hips closer to the machine, and you jumped slightly when you felt the tip of the dildo press against you. You were so used to Eddie, and this was nothing like that. It wasn't warm like him-- not cold, thank god, but not hot-- nor as thick, and the foreign-ness was somehow titillating... you knew this machine wouldn't have any mercy on you, because it couldn't. Sure, Eddie didn't always slow down when you asked him to because without the safeword it was just a suggestion, but this was different. Eddie was responsive and, for as dominant as he was, quite gentle in many ways.

This was going to be a much more unforgiving experience, if all went right.

He didn't warn you that he was about to flip it on... he just did, and you nearly jumped before you forced yourself to stay still so the machine could do its job and, well, fuck you. It was slow at first, though still more sudden than you expected, and you shuddered as the dildo pressed into you and then pulled back slowly; the rhythm was steady and easy, and you started breathing deeply as you adjusted to it.

"Does it go any faster?" you asked, and your cheeks warmed as you heard Eddie laugh.

"Yes," he promised, "you're gonna see how fast it goes by the end of the night, I assure you. Just be good and patient for me now, baby."

"Yes, master," you breathed, and you heard his little satisfied hum. That title had been your idea first, a reference to his Dungeon Master status, and for how hesitant he'd been at first, he really got into it when you used it in context for the first time.

You didn't notice that you were starting to lean forward until his hand landed on your shoulder, rings cool on your skin as he held you still. "Gotta let it do its job, sweetheart."

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious-- just because you knew that normally, when you were getting fucked like this, he couldn't see your face or get a very good look at you. But now, he was free to circle the bed slowly with a slight smile, admiring how you looked being fucked this way. You met his gaze for a split second before glancing down, and he laughed again.

"Not gonna be shy now, are you, baby? You asked for this," he reminded you. "How does it feel?"

"Feels good, master," you sighed. "Not as good as you..."

He smiled at you gently, standing before you as he lifted your chin with two fingers. Your eyes lingered on the whip in his other hand. "I know, baby," he cooed, "you're so sweet. It's not going to be as good as being fucked by your master... but that's not the point."

You blinked at him, waiting for an explanation, but instead he walked back to stand by your side; you shivered as he lightly dragged the whip up your back, tickling you with the leather. "F-fuck, that feels nice..." you whispered.

"Yeah? How does this feel?"

He struck you hard on the rear with the whip, and you cried out. It was a sharp pain that faded quickly but still left a lingering sting for a moment, an ache already blooming across your skin. "Fuck, master, it feels good!"

"You like that?" he taunted, not even waiting for you to nod before he hit you two more times. "You're so dirty, sweetheart. I can see how wet you're getting from this, you're soaking that dildo, aren't you?"

You nodded as you whimpered. "Y-yes, master."

You didn't see him reach for the machine, but you felt it speed up and heard the slight whirring raise in pitch and volume. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you, and the dildo seemed to be going a little deeper now. Just when you were starting to attempt to adjust to the new pace, Eddie struck you with the whip again-- and as he continued, the hits started to move higher up your back. He even hit you once on your arm, which shocked you enough that you lost your balance and dropped your face down into the mattress.

He growled as he pulled you back up by your hair, making you yelp and scramble to try to support your own weight. Of course, that stopped when he kneeled right in front of your face-- instantly, your hands reached for his thighs instead, sliding up to start trying to open his belt quickly.

"So fucking needy," he smiled, though he suddenly got very serious again. "Dirty slut."

Biting your lip to suppress your whine, you kept working on his button and fly until you were able to start weakly tugging his jeans and boxers down. "Can I suck your cock, master, please?" you begged.

"Of course," he cooed, as if he'd never denied you before, but he certainly had. He thought it was amusing to watch you beg for something you couldn't even derive inherent pleasure from... and really, you didn't mind begging. Especially not when the reward was that beautiful cock on your tongue and down your throat.

He was already hard when you gripped his shaft, and you pulled it down a bit to bring the tip right up to your open mouth. You licked up the bead of precum first, hearing him sigh as he loosened his grip on your hair (now that you were balanced on his thighs) and gently rested that hand on the back of your head instead.

"Look up at me, baby, you know the rules," he reminded you, and you quickly blinked up towards him to see his tilted, smiling face. "Good girl."

He pushed your head down, sliding himself further until his tip poked at your throat. You swallowed through the beginning of your gag response, eyes watering as you dutifully took him as deep as you could go. This was much more difficult when you were being distracted by the dildo driving into you; your thighs were clenching and your whole body was starting to shake a bit, plus there were these involuntarily moans coming out... you usually moaned a bit while sucking him off, after all you really enjoyed it, but this was different. Not to mention each thrust kept knocking you forward, keeping you from setting your own rhythm and pushing his cock deeper.

"I always wanted to know how you would suck cock while getting fucked," he admitted, "but I just couldn't let anybody else touch you, sweetheart, my poor heart couldn't take it."

Your own heart twisted to imagine him being just that right amount of possessive. As much fun as it was to imagine, hypothetically, being taken by two men at once, you agreed; you could never let another man have you the way your master does.

"Now, I get to see my baby getting fucked hard like this without having to share," he smiled. "I can tell you like it, sweetheart. Now, be careful-- I'm gonna whip you some more, but I don't wanna feel any teeth on my dick, alright? Keep that mouth wide open for me, baby."

He struck you on the shoulder-- a convenient location for him, and not too sensitive for you-- and you whined around him but managed to keep your mouth open like he said.

"Fuck, so good for me," he grunted, hitting you again on your upper back. You shut your eyes for a second, but kept bobbing your head as you started to taste more of that faint saltiness of his precum at the back of your throat.

The next impact, right on your side, was enough to make you shudder and nearly lose your balance again. You didn't realize how sensitive you were there, nor how much you would enjoy it, but your eyes rolled back in your head and he must've seen it because he laughed quietly.

"I bet you're giving that machine a nice tight squeeze, aren't you, sweetheart?" he purred. "I know how your pussy likes to give me little hugs when I hit you... 'cause you like it so much, huh?"

He pulled out of your mouth suddenly, freeing you to nod and pant with your open mouth. "Y-yes, master, I love it."

"I know," he cooed, bending down to kiss your forehead. You whined when he stood up and walked away, but that was the least of your concerns when he leaned past you and turned the machine up one more time. You immediately assumed this was the highest setting, considering how brutal it was; you were wrong, and proven so immediately when he turned it up again.

"Fuck!" you screamed, face dropping down into the mattress. "M-master... oh!"

You couldn't say much more than that, toes curling as the machine ruthlessly drove into you. Your limp body so much wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but he grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still, taking the dildo to the hilt with every rapid thrust.

"Hurts!" you managed to choke out into the sheets. "Fuck, hurts, master..."

"Yeah, I bet it does," he sneered, "gonna hurt more when I start whipping you, too."

You sobbed, but nodded-- amazingly, you still wanted it. The first strike nearly made your whole body give out, legs fighting weakly to push you forward so you'd pull off of the dildo. But he still kept you there, hitting you on the ass two more times as you weakly cried through his title a few more times.

"I want you to come so hard for me," he ordered, "can you do that? Can you come even though it's just a fake dick?"

You nodded into the sheets again, gripping them tighter as the whip hit your sore ass, your thighs, your side again. He only stopped when he decided he needed to be in your mouth again. With both of you so close to the brink, Eddie was just as ruthless with your throat as the machine was with your pussy so, needless to say, it didn't take you long to reach your peak.

Your orgasm was just as sudden and fleeting as the pain from the whip; it hit you all at once and then petered out as you choked on your moan-- and his dick. "Good fucking girl, fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair and forcing himself so deep that your nose was buried in his happy trail.

You wanted to scream; the machine was still fucking you mercilessly even though you'd already come, and it was sending you over the edge into oblivion. Of course, you couldn't scream. Your mouth was full.

"Feels so good, sweetheart-- I know you're used to telling me when you're coming, is that what you're trying to do now? I can-- ah, fuck-- I can feel your throat moving on me..."

He pulled out of your mouth quickly, and you fell forward onto the bed as you finally got off of the dildo and gave your aching body a break. You were still shaking a bit as he rolled you onto your back.

"Open your mouth, baby," he whispered, and though your eyes were so heavy that you couldn't even open them, you (of course) obeyed. You didn't need to know what he was going to do to your open mouth, you just knew that it was what your master wanted.

As your mouth fell slack, he spit into it, and you swallowed quickly. "Thank you, master," you hummed.

"Keep it open, m'not done yet," he groaned, and when you opened it again, you felt him gently tilt your face towards him. He moved his hips and dropped them over your face, mumbling his instruction: "suck on my balls, sweetheart."

You wrapped your lips around the flesh and gently suckled, having to open your mouth wide to fit just one; once Eddie had figured out you had a slight fetish for those heavy, hairy balls in your mouth, he never missed an opportunity to make you lick and taste them. It was just the right amount of degrading and dirty for you, plus you loved those low groans he made when you laved them with your tongue or delicately licked that seam between the two of them.

He was jerking off just above where your mouth explored the loose skin, stammering out little praises as he neared his own impending orgasm. You were almost disappointed when he lifted his hips away and left your mouth empty, until a moment later when you felt the head of his cock brush against your lips, though not pushing in any further (as the angle would make that quite tricky anyways). "Hhng, fuck, such a pretty mouth my baby's got," he grunted.

You realized that he was jerking off straight into your mouth, and something about it was just so sexy; you writhed your hips slightly, sticking your tongue out to flick over his head. That earned you a light slap to the cheek, and you smiled dreamily. "Sorry, master..." you mumbled instinctively.

"Not a punishment, baby," he grunted, "fuck, you're so cute-- gonna fill your mouth, don't swallow it all right away."

You kept your mouth open wide, the yes, master implied as he jerked off faster above your face. He panted louder and louder, and finally you felt come shoot onto the inside of your cheek and run down to the back of your throat. You pushed your tongue back to keep from choking on it, finding the energy to blink your eyes open so you could see the look on his face as he came into your waiting mouth.

"Hi," he smiled at you, come still pouring onto your tongue, and you smiled back as best you could without shutting your mouth at all. He squeezed his cock with a sigh, pushing the last few drops out for you, and you wanted to moan but you were too afraid it would make the come slip down your throat and you figured he didn't want his own come coughed all over him.

He relaxed and pulled his cock away from your face, one ringed hand gently holding your jaw so he could slightly tilt your head one way and then the other-- so he could admire your come-filled mouth more appropriately.

"You can swallow it all now, baby," he offered, and you eagerly opened your throat for the warm substance.

"There you go," he grinned, "tastes good?"

"Yes, master," you nodded once you'd gotten it down.

He gave you a shockingly chaste kiss to the lips, slow and soft, and then took a quick moment to shut the machine off-- still uselessly fucking into the air, poor thing-- before he laid down next to you. "So," he breathed as he pulled you close to him, "was that sort of what you were hoping for?"

"So much better," you mumbled sleepily, nestling your face into his shoulder, breathing in his comforting smell-- cigarettes, cheap cologne, and fresh-cut grass.

"That's what I like to hear," he smiled as he pressed a kiss on your temple. "Are you gonna fall asleep, sweetheart?"

But you were already out like a light, and he laughed silently to himself as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

"A little rest, then we're getting you cleaned up," he whispered.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie munson x reader

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Still Here

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam leaves for college, and Dean and reader find comfort in each other.

“Sam?”

Sam stopped his frantic packing long enough to glance at you in the doorway, before he resumed stuffing clothes into a backpack.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

You stepped further into Sam’s room.

“Where are you going?”

He sighed, still not slowing down.

“You know where, honey.”

“Don’t go,” you abandoned your stand-off approach, rushing to your brother’s side and tugging on his arm. He finally stopped, turning to look down at you.

“Don’t do that,” he begged, clearing his throat. “Please, don’t ask me to stay. I have to go.”

“Why?” You demanded. “I know you hate hunting, but-but can’t you stay for us? Me and Dean and-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to mention John’s name. John and Sam had been going at each other for weeks, years really. Lately they couldn’t get through a single conversation without fighting. You hated listening to them yell, but it was better than Sam being gone.

“I’m sorry,” Sam sighed. “I need to get out. I don’t want this life.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Be good for Dean, ok?”

And that was it. He left his room, and you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, you heard the second that Sam stepped into the living room, because John started to yell.

“Where do you think you’re going? Do you really think-“

You retreated to sit on Sam’s bed, wrapping yourself in his blanket. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to replace the sound and mental picture of Sam and John fighting with a more pleasant image. It was a memory that you always went to when they were fighting.

It had been a long, long day of driving. Everyone was tired, and everyone was cranky. You were about an hour from the motel when it happened.

“Guys,” you whispered, as if speaking too loudly would make it go away.

“What’s up?” Sam mumbled from his half-asleep position in the passengers seat.

“It’s snowing.”

Sam blinked his eyes open, and Dean glanced around.

“Oh yeah,” Dean nodded, shooting you a smile. “First of the year.”

“Do you think it’ll stick?”

“I don’t know, it’s kinda war-“

“Of course it’ll stick,” Dean interrupted Sam when he saw your face start to drop. “I bet we’ll have a whole foot when we get home.”

Well, it wasn’t a foot, but there was several inches on the ground by the time you guys reached the motel.

The boys didn’t speak as they grabbed their bags and headed for the door, but you weren’t about to let this opportunity go to waste.

You scooped up a couple handfuls of snow and ran to Sam, yanking on the back of his jacket and shoving the handfuls down the back of his shirt.

He yelped, dropping his bag and jumping around, trying to shake the snow out.

Dean doubled over laughing, also dropping his bag. He was laughing so hard that he didn’t notice you grabbing more snow until a giant sphere of it smashed right into his face, knocking him backwards into a pile of snow.

By this time Sam had gotten most of the snow out of his shirt, and he stopped long enough to laugh at Dean’s misfortune before he gathered up his own handful of snow.

Uh oh.

“You think you can just get away with that?” He asked you, advancing slowly on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you grinned innocently.

“Oh yeah?” Sam got closer, and you were just realizing how big that snowball he held was.

“No, no, Sam!” You squealed and turned to run, but it was no use. Sam took to huge steps and he was on you, shoving the snow into your face before pushing you down so you were laying snow-angel style on the ground.

You reached up and grabbed the back of his knee, knocking him down so he was almost on top of you, face planting in the snow. He lifted his head up and the two of you broke into laughter.

That is, until Dean finally pulled himself out of the snow and came for revenge.

The three of you chased each other around in the snow for a full ten minutes before the motel door opened.

“What are you three-“ John Winchester came out at exactly the wrong time, and a stray snowball found its way right into his face.

There was dead silence for about four and a half seconds, and then-

When John burst out laughing, the rest of you followed suit.

That is, until he reached down to gather up a snowball.

You guys were in trouble.

You snapped out of your memory when you heard Sam’s bedroom door close. Dean had come in, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he spoke quietly as he joined you on Sam’s bed.

“Did you talk to him? Is he gonna stay?” You looked up at Dean, and the defeat in his eyes was your answer.

“Nothing’s gonna make him stay, baby.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but a loud crash from the kitchen made you snap it shut as you flinched, tightening Sam’s blanket around you.

Dean sighed, pulling the blanket off your shoulders and opening his arms.

You hesitated for a second before you heard the front door slam, and Sam’s car start up.

You leaned towards Dean, pressing your forehead against his chest. He pulled you into his arms, his hand coming up to cradle your head.

“Why did he have to go?”

Dean sighed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I don’t know, kiddo. But we’re gonna be fine, ok?”

“How do you know?”

Dean rocked back and forth, and you weren’t sure if it was to comfort you or himself.

“Because we’ve still got each other, got it? You’re still here, and I’m still here, and dad’s still here. And that’ll have to be ok.”

A series of crashes from the kitchen had you burrowing further into Dean’s embrace as he pulled you even tighter to him.

“Shh shh, it’s ok,” he soothed.

“Dad‘s angry,” it went without saying, but you said it anyway.

“He’ll be alright,” Dean assured you. “We all will.”

You two spent that night wrapped in each others arms, holding on tightly, trying to stay close to the family that was still here.

And always would be.

#dean x you #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester #sam and dean #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x sister #supernatural dean #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #dean Winchester x sister #sam winchester x reader #sam x sister!reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #supernatural sam #sam winchester x y/n #spn sam winchester #sam winchester x sister!reader #winchester x reader #john winchester #the winchesters #the winchester brothers #winchester #winchesters x sister #winchesters x reader #winchester x sister!reader

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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 18

Crosshair: Are you okay? Omega, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions Crosshair: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Omega?

Tech: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die. Wrecker: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call. Hunter: It’s called connotations. Crosshair: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty.” Echo: Great news! Language is now banned!

Hunter: You know, you were right.  Tech: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

Tech: How do I ask someone out? Echo: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Tech: No. Wrecker: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Tech: Stop. Crosshair: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Tech: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory. 

Wrecker: Hey, Crosshair, where are you going?  Crosshair: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.  Crosshair: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Hunter: What the hell is wrong with you?  Crosshair: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.

Crosshair: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held. Hemlock: Are you okay.

Crosshair: Get on my level! Tech: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes.

Hunter: What do you do for a living? Echo: I exist against my will.

Tech: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box. Wrecker: That’s a trash can.

Tech: I am the most responsible person in the group. Crosshair: …You just set the kitchen on fire. Tech: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

*Tech falls through the ceiling, landing near Wrecker* Tech: Hey, Wrecker! Wrecker: Hey, Tech! Tech:  …that hurt.

Wrecker: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.  Tech: Please never become a surgeon.

*The Squad using an Ouija board* Wrecker: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house? Spirit, through the board: YES. Echo: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month. Omega: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out. Spirit: WAIT, WHAT—

Omega: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F... Omega: ...How did I fail being born?

Omega: Hey, you wanna know a secret? Crosshair: No. Omega: Ok. Crosshair: Crosshair: Do you smell smoke? Omega: The secret is that the house is on fire.

Echo: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? Hunter: Anchovies and pineapple. Wrecker: I like beets! Tech: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? Echo: I’m disowning all of you.

Hunter: There is no i in happyness… Echo: There is if you fucking spell it right.

Hunter: Wow you and Wrecker are home early from the movies. What happened? Omega: We got kicked out because Wrecker wouldn't stop yelling diving scores as people jumped off the titanic. Wrecker: That last guy had a solid 8, I'm telling you!

Crosshair: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.

Wrecker: You’re insane! Crosshair: Sure I am, what’s your point?

Crosshair: My bad, It’s a knee jerk response. Tech, holding Hunter's unconscious body: WHOSE KNEE JERK RESPONSE IS TO START THROWING THINGS AT SOMEONE???

Crosshair: it’s illegal to look better than me. Echo: I guess we’re all going to jail then.

*after discussing a plan* Tech: Does anyone have any questions? Hunter: Is this legal? Tech: Does anyone have any relevant questions?

Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? Crosshair: No.

Crosshair: I don’t need any more friends. I already have three. Wrecker: Don’t you mean four? Crosshair: *looks directly at Tech* Crosshair: No, I’m pretty sure I meant to say three.

Wrecker: Why are we friends? Crosshair: Poor decisions on your part.

Hunter: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver. Hunter: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.

Crosshair: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room. Tech: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.

Wrecker: Do you always have to attack me with your words? Crosshair: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

Echo: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

Omega: What’s up with you? Crosshair: What do you mean? Omega: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?

Hunter: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

*during a group project* Tech: *does 99% of the work* Hunter: *has no idea what’s going on* Wrecker: *says he's gonna help but does not* Crosshair: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

Hunter: We'll talk about this later. Crosshair: Fine, I won’t be listening.

Wrecker: This is a judgement free zone. *Pulls out a knife the size of his forearm* Wrecker: And I mean it.

Hunter: Team A will consist of myself, Crosshair, Tech and Wrecker.  Hunter: Team B will consist of Echo.

Crosshair: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Hunter: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

Wrecker: Now, Tech, all of us are doing this because we care about you, okay? Crosshair: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face.

Hunter: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help.  Wrecker: I went to the park today.  Hunter: There you go! I hope you got something from that.  Wrecker: *opening his coat* This duck.

Wrecker, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need- Echo: A better life.  Crosshair: Mental stability.  Omega: *clueless* Bagels?

Omega: Basic is CRAZY. Oregano is both a spaghetti leaf topping and a form of paper art! Tech: What is this "paper art" you speak of? Omega: That stuff where you make cranes and stuff out of folded paper! Tech: ... Omega.

Hunter: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Hunter: TECH IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Hunter: GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T !

Crosshair: I have lots of friends! Tech: Name one. Crosshair: Well, there’s- Tech: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at. Crosshair: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

Wrecker: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird, but emotionally? Imagine the toll!

Hunter: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Wrecker, he's perfect.  Wrecker: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon.

Crosshair: Hey, Hunter? Hunter: Yeah? Crosshair: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Hunter: Hunter: Where’s Tech?

Judge: Does the defendant have any special requests? Crosshair: Death penalty. Tech, from the gallery: Crosshair, it’s just a parking ticket. Crosshair, whispering into the mic: Please kill me.

Hunter: Seriously, all you do is bitch.  Crosshair: I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation.

Tech: I hate to disagree with you, but- Hunter: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

Tech: I don’t know, she just doesn't seem interested... Echo: Did you try talking to her? Tech: Tech: Try what?

#star wars #incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #tbb incorrect quotes #the bad batch #tbb

[axailslink]

Are You Ready?

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: you find yourself falling in love with the princess I mean how could you not? She's gorgeous and smart. The princess thinks you're bullshitting and has been pushing away her feelings in avoidance of getting hurt. She's afraid you'll run in fear of commitment.

Shuri stands in front of you looking at your wrapped sprained knee you could see the way she wanted to say so many things but she stays to herself. "I'm being careful" you spit out to cut the tension currently suffocating you in the room. "Careful would mean you wouldn't be in my lab you are the most clumsy Dora milaje member I know" you smile so big as if you were taking a family picture but she didn't return it causing you to groan. "Oh c'mon it's nothing but a sprang" you shrug Shuri has such a big heart she cares for everyone but it squeezes your heart knowing she cares for you just a bit more. "What if it's not just a sprang next time what if next time you're bleeding out on my table?" You jump down from the lab table and look up at her.

"Shuri I need you to stop caring so much you know it hurts knowing it's not in the way that I want" she sighs and rolls her eyes "this again?" Shuri looks frantically between both of your eyes trying to read the truth as if it's written on a book in your beautiful alluring eyes but this only causes your breath to falter as you look at her eyes in return. The space between you two continuously grows small you want to pull away but it seems so alluring as if magnets were pulling you two together. "Shuri I cannot handle another rejection from you" she lets out a deep breath that fans against your lips "then you should pull away" you grab her shoulders and at this moment you wish you would stop but you can't help yourself it was everything about her you just want her to feel as loved as you do.

Your hands climb their way up to her face and she looks as if she's on the verge of tears eyes glassed over and squinted trying to keep them at bay. "If you want me to stop I will" she says nothing because in truth she knows she deserves this she deserves to be loved to be happy especially after everything she's been through but she can't help but punish herself but while doing so she's also punishing you for loving her. "God damnit Shuri just say you want this too please your silence is deafening" Her body noticeably tenses when you say those words you lean up quickly peck her lips expecting this to be the last time. You couldn't keep doing this you refused to keep hurting yourself until she was ready for you. "Thanks for nothing" you grab your spear and leave the lab leaving Shuri alone she hits the glass table next to herself with more force than intended and winces as she waves her hand.

You meet with Okoye as you leave the lab and you immediately straighten up you couldn't have her thinking you're distracted even though you are very much distracted. "I'll be gone on a mission today you'll be sparring with Shuri as replacement" you almost visibly groan no matter how subtle your change in body language was she noticed "is that a problem?" You look at her with pleading eyes. "Yes... Maybe... Sort of? Me and Shuri aren't on good terms right now I'm pretty sure she doesn't even want me sparring because of my leg" Okoye that little evil smirk of hers "hm I don't think so she requested you and I mean right now you should stay here anyways wouldn't want a weakling to slow us down" you furrow your brows completing passing the main part of of her words and going straight to "weakling." "Weakling? I'm one of the only ones who can beat Shuri in fist fighting" Okoye nods "indeed you are but you're also reckless and distracted you always lose footing around her it's like you enjoy being under her foot." Damn you really were way more than down bad for her you were in love. "General...? Why didn't anyone tell me I was in love with Shuri?" Okoye grabs her spear and stays silent "you two are young. People shouldn't interfere in what they know nothing of" she palms your shoulder and makes her leave with the others.

You knew you took a liking to her but you didn't think you loved her you just stand still for a moment letting it all wash over you. What was your next move? You can't go see her with this realization you can't your mind will be everywhere except training.

You eventually decide not to go and embarrass yourself more you can't handle a lot of emotions right now you need to stay level headed for when you heal and can start your missions again.

The shower feels amazing on your back after such a confusing day it's like the cup of ice that makes it cool down just for a bit.

An abrupt banging causes you to jump out of the shower grab your towel and spear "the day just keeps getting longer" you wrap yourself in the towel and open the door just ajar and peek through the visitor pushes past you so fast your eyes can't make them out only until you hear her voice "you don't show up to training suddenly!?" You plop your back against the door and cross your arms over your chest. "Who the fuck you think you yelling at? This is my private space." She's taken back by your change in tone you're always so soft spoken with her even when you're upset.

Shuri sighs into her hands"I didn't mean to yell I just feel like I need to get my point across" "you can do that without yelling at me Shuri the queen of Wakanda when... when are you going to have time for a queen of your own? Hm I've showed time and time again just how much I love you just how much I'd give for you yet you do not reciprocate if I am not what you want just say it please because you are not the only woman in line." Shuri entraps you in the door of both of her hands beside your head "you are what I want but are you ready for what comes after sleeping with me?" She says letting one of her hands drop and loosen up your towel "I uhm" you swallow thickly as her hand travels under the loose towel now running up your thigh "are you ready to be my queen? My love my everything?" You choke on your words before you can even get them out "if not tell me now because being mine takes a lot of commitment" she says snatching the towel from around you and letting it pool to the floor "after four years of pinning of course." You gently pull her closer to you by her shirt and peck her lips "just don't run because I will find you" she smiles and glances at your spear "I know you will because you're one of the only women who can beat me in a fist fight" you groan embarrassed from what you told Okoye earlier "For her to be such a great general she talks a lot." Shuri laughs and agrees.

#shuri angst #shuri imagine #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #mcu shuri #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x f!reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #black reader #shuri fluff #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #black panther fics #black panther fic #black panther imagine #black panther x reader #Azail is bored #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright shuri #Shuri my love

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could do reader breaking their ankle at Volleyball practice with the Msby four?? You don't have to!! Just a random thing bc I broke my ankle doing a set wrong lol. Love ur Blog!!

-👹

I will be referring to you as Demon Senpai, because of the emoji you used and i adore Yaku.

I didn’t know if you wanted platonic, or something like my WWE fic, but I did this and I hope it’s okay, but I can do another one too.

The sickening crack echoed through the gym, most of the other MSBY players having cleared out by now. Sakusa’s head snapped over from where he stood at the bleachers chugging his water bottle down, praying to every god he’d ever heard of that it was Atsumu.

But the lack of whining replaced by a string of apologies being shouted in the familiar accent, followed by the two most hyper players screaming like someone had been murdered, told him what he already knew in his chest. His feet thudded the floor as he sprinted back to where you were curled up on yourself, clutching your calf in your hands as you looked horrified at your own ankle. He shoved Atsumu out of the way when the setter seemed determined to figure out the issue himself, Sakusa knelt at your side, “Y/N,” your eyes shot over to his, trying and failing to stifle the tears that built up, “I’m going to pick you up, okay, love? I need to carry you to the medic.” The pain you were in kept either of you from registering the pet name.

“No, Kiyoomi, I’m all sweaty. You just showered, you’ll hate getting sweat all over you again.” His heart clenched. He could see how much pain you were in, your ankle already swelling and turning an ugly purple color, but you were worried about his discomfort. It was why he loved you.

Without a word, he shifted his arms under your knees and around your torso, hoisting you into his chest, “Don’t worry about me, idiot. Let’s get you to a doctor.”

Atsumu felt like absolute garbage, ending his extra practice as soon as you’d gotten hurt. You were his friend, and he knew Sakusa- he shuddered. He didn’t want to think about whatever Sakusa was going to do to him in retaliation for hurting his “not-a-crush-because-I’m-an-adult” crush. The faux blonde paled when Hinata ran back in the room, announcing that your ankle was casted. He was debating on hiding when Bokuto followed Hinata into the gym, telling him that Sakusa was helping you back.

The gym was absolute chaos when you entered, arm hooked around Sakusa’s shoulders at his insistence when he realized you were determined to hop on one foot to get your stuff. Not because he wanted you to hold onto him, no you shook that thought from your head right away, no sense in getting your hopes up.

Sakusa helped you onto the bench, making you promise to stay put as he moved to the locker room to collect your gym bag. Atsumu almost felt like he could die on the spot when Sakusa glared at him as he passed- the blonde was pretty sure the spiker was who people had in mind when they said ‘if looks could kill’.

You barely had time to register there was someone in front of you before Bokuto and Hinata were jumping around, careful in a way they usually weren’t so they didn’t jostle your leg, “Guys, guys, I’m okay. Really. Just a minor break. I’ll be back on the court before you know it.”

“You absolutely will not.” You looked up at Sakusa’s glare, cringing a little to yourself. “The doctor told you at least three weeks with the cast, and another three of working the ankle before you set foot on the court again.”

You pouted, looking down at the mentioned cast and missing the way his eyes softened with sympathy and worry, “Can you guys at least sign this stupid thing? I hate it already. Looks so plain.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He stepped over to his own bag, pulling out a marker and handing it to Hinata first, who wrote his name larger than nicer with a doodle of a sun, and then Bokuto who drew an owl instead of writing his name at all. Sakusa signed next, writing a short message in his neat scrawl, ‘Just remember to smile.’ before signing his name.

“Atsumu!” You called to the blonde that hadn’t stepped foot near you since you got back, “Aren’t you going to sign it?” Sakusa made a noise of protest, not only because it was Atsumu’s need for extra practice that got you hurt, but because he hated witnessing how close the two of you were sometimes. The setter made his way over in a silence that wasn’t familiar with him, glancing at Sakusa after reading his message, before grabbing the marker with a smirk.

You felt your skin blaze when you saw what he’d written. ‘Just ask him out already’ with an arrow pointing to Sakusa’s name. You glared at your best friend, “You asshole. You said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“And I didn’t. Not a word left ma lips.”

“Say anything about what?” You closed your eyes, not wanting to face Sakusa and the rejection and loss of friendship you expected to follow.

“Ya can’t be that dumb with how much ya yell at me fer bein’ stupid, Omi-Omi. Y/N likes ya.” The setter smirked at you, “There, now I said something.”

You lunged at him, almost toppling to the floor when you only had one leg of support. The only thing that stopped you was the spiker’s hands catching your waist. “Do you?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nodded, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t see it, but Sakusa rolled his eyes with a fond smile hidden behind his mask, “The only thing you should be sorry for is worrying me, idiot.” He helped you position your crutches as you stared at him dumbfounded, grabbing your bag with his and gesturing you toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

He glanced at you as the other players watched in shock, “Getting take out, then heading to my place for a movie. Ordinarily I’d take you out for our first date, but we’ll save that for after you heal.” You felt like your heart was going to explode when he winked, scrambling to catch up on your crutches.

Masterlist

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x male reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

A Job Unfinished

Ship: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x fem!reader

Summary: It's been days since you last saw Santiago, days after he promised he'd be back. One last (very illegal) mission in Colombia, and then he'd be yours forever. But Santiago is five days late.

Word Count:

Warnings: language, back-breaking relationship fluff, the plot of the movie is basically explained, Santiago has emotional baggage, plot-related angst

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

Christ, I'm tired.

Santiago could think of nothing but his tiredness, an exhaustion that lingered so heavily he didn't think he'd ever be able to sleep again. He'd been awake too long, he'd discovered that he could push himself this far and still stay awake—he'd not even slept on the plane home.

Home was a place Santiago hadn't been in three years. His mother's country was as close as he could get to a physical home, but the woman he'd left behind in Florida with their golden retriever was true home.

It was three in the morning before he reached the apartment. He had fully expected you to be asleep, but the little light you kept on the side table was still on, and the light of the TV was glowing on the back wall, visible through the shades.

I'll have to replace those for something a little more private, he thought distantly as he unlocked the door.

You looked up immediately, at first alarmed, and then realization crossed your face.

"Santi, oh my God—"

Before you could even move off the couch, the golden—who Santiago had dubbed Lion on their first meeting—gave an excited bark and threw herself at him.

She pawed at him, placing her front paws on his shoulders.

Groaning, Santiago sank down on his sore knees, wrapping his arms around her torso and scratching.

"Hey, girl, hiya. Hi, oh, thank you," he said as she licked his face. "Ahhh, come on, Lion, relax. It's okay, I'm home now."

You had thrown off your blanket and had come to stand close by, waiting for their moment to end. Santiago struggled to push the dog off his lap and get to his feet. You took his hands helped him up, burying your face in his chest the instant he was on his feet again.

Santiago kissed the top of your head gently, cupping the back of your head with one hand. You hugged in silence, squeezing each other tightly, breathing in each other's scents.

You pushed away from him far too soon. He leaned closer, chasing your touch. You cupped his face in both your hands, smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks, wet with tears he hadn't realized had fallen.

"Oh, God, Santi," you whisper. "I thought I lost you. It was an illegal mission and I thought I lost you and I'd never get confirmation because the government wasn't backing you this time and they'd never know what happened and—" You took a deep breath. "I thought I lost you for good."

"I know, baby, I know, I'm so sorry," he whispered. He kissed your forehead. You whined, the sound barely more than a whisper, your tears falling down your cheeks in the next blink.

"Five days," you said. "It took five days more than you thought. What happened?"

Santiago hesitated. He wanted to tell you everything, wanted to just lay in your arms and tell the whole story and not care when he inevitably started to cry. But it was late. Would you really want to deal with all that?

"Santiago," you said, voice gentle. "Come on. Get out of your head. Tell us what happened." You looked down at Lion and scratched her head and she weaseled her way between you and Santiago, twisting herself between your legs. "That's what we're here for."

He shook his head. "You're not my therapist, querida, you're more than that."

"We got Lion for this reason, sweetheart. C'mon. Talk to me. I know you need to."

You guided him to the couch, sitting him down and pulling him close to your side. You pull the blanket over the both of you. It takes Lion only a second to jump back up and settle herself across both your laps.

"I remember when she could stretch all the way out and she'd still only fit in one of our laps," Santiago said softly, rubbing Lion's head. She responded with a heavy sigh. "What've you got to sigh about, not-so-little little one?"

You kissed Santi's cheek, turning his head toward you with just a light touch of your fingers to the side of his face. "It's been four, five years since we got her. She got big."

"I missed three of those years," he said, his usual frown already coming back to his face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his face. Eventually, he pressed his mouth to yours, pulling you into a long, satisfied kiss. You sighed softly into him as his tongue caresses yours. He tasted of coffee and alcohol, a pleasant mix you'd come to associate with Santiago. You always knew when the mission had been difficult when he tasted like that.

Santiago huffed when you pulled away from his mouth. You ran your thumb over his lips for a moment.

"What happened out there?"

He sat back against the couch. "Too much," he said, at last. You waited, giving him all the time he needed to talk. Sure, it was nearing four in the morning, but you didn't care about your lost sleep. Your boyfriend had come home at last, and something in him had very clearly broken.

Santiago leaned close once again, placing kisses along your neck that started out gentle but soon left marks you knew would be a deep shade of purple when you woke up. You threaded your fingers through his curls, relaxing against the touch of his mouth.

"It went wrong...almost immediately," he began, after several minutes of his kisses. "We had to...take unnecessary lives. Lives we thought we could spare. Lorea's guards."

"Ah." You knew enough about the mission from Santiago's quick explanation when he'd showed up to explain what his last job would entail.

"Then we couldn't find Lorea. Or the money, at first. It was in the walls. The whole damn house. And T...Tom wanted all of it, as much as we could take. I'll admit, I wanted it all, too. I just kept thinking...we'd finally be able to afford a bigger apartment in a better part of town, I could fix your car, we'd be set for...for a long time, at least. We missed the hard out."

You startled beside him. You'd heard stories of Delta Force from before you'd met them all, before you'd started dating Santiago—back when the only ones you knew were Benny and William, your neighbors from across the street when you were kids. And you knew they never missed a hard out.

"Why?"

"The money. Greed. We just wanted more." He rubbed his forehead, grimacing. You knew he was still in his head, knew he was hating himself for every decision he'd made in the past week and a half. "We burned what we couldn't take, and drove out of there with more than we planned to take. Killed more guards on the way because we'd missed the hard out and still didn't get out before Lorea's family got back from church."

You stilled. "Santi, please tell me you didn't—"

"The family's fine. We didn't do anything to them. That was one rule I wouldn't break."

You kissed his hair. "Oh, thank God."

He nodded. "We stole too much. The helicopter couldn't take it. Went down as we reached the mountain ranges. A bunch of villagers got ahold of the money and... Tom, he..." Santiago squeezed his eyes shut. There was pain buried deep there, you could tell. Twice now he'd stumbled over Tom's name. An ominous feeling settled in your chest. "He got angry. Possessive of it. We killed a couple of the villagers, him and Frankie and me." He sniffled. "We paid for their deaths and the mules we borrowed from the village. Made as much of the trek as we could with the mules, then cut 'em lose and strung all the bags together to carry it ourselves. Over a hundred bags, carried by five men." He chuckled, the sound full of self-loathing. "God, I was a fucking idiot."

You kissed his temple. "Hey. I hate it when you say that, you know that."

"You haven't heard the worst of it yet."

"Then tell me."

"We didn't notice we were being followed for days. I don't know how none of us knew, but we didn't know until it was too late, until T..." He paused, clenching his jaw tightly. You knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Until Tom was shot."

It felt like all the air had been sucked out of you. Tom had never been your favorite guy on the spec ops team, but he was the one with a family.

"He's gone. Tom's gone. Instant. Benny and Ironhead got into this huge fight about it, and I...I kinda lost my head after that. Couldn't think straight. We lugged the money and his body as far as we could, but then...we knew we couldn't get it all home with us, so..." He sighed. "We left it in a fucking valley. Left it there to rot and get covered in snow and never be seen again." He laughed, the sound painful and mirthless, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes as he did. "And Benny took the coordinates. I didn't know at the time, but they're sitting in my pocket now, and it's practically burning a hole through my pants."

You cradled him in your arms. "We'll worry about that later. Not now, not tonight. Not until you've had some proper rest and have a clear head. Why don't we get you—"

"I'm not done yet," he whispered.

You nodded. "Okay."

"We only took money that could fit in our packs and then we took Tom home. Five days late, because we had to walk the whole thing." He covered his eyes with one hand. "We walked through the fucking Andes. We're insane. God, we're insane." He rubbed his face. "And then we left all the money to Tom. To his family." Finally, he looked at you for the first time since he'd told his story. "I can't even face his girls. Molly'd kill me. His daughters would kill me. But at least they can pay to go to college."

You thumbed away the tears in his eyes. "Santi, I want you to listen to me, okay?"

He nodded.

"It's not your fault."

"I offered them the job, I brought them down there, I—"

"Santiago. Listen."

He quieted.

"You know how jobs like these go. There are things you can control, and things you can't. The guy who followed you? That wasn't something you could control. I know for sure you did your best to keep everyone safe. I also know how Delta Force can be. You're all headstrong and full of yourselves and you get so angry with each other so easily, especially when money's involved. Especially when it's something so near to you." You took his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "This mattered to you. The boys knew that. It's why they agreed to it. It didn't go the way it was supposed to, but you've all worked similar jobs before. You all knew the risks, even if this time was a little...riskier."

Santiago buried his head in your shoulder. "What you were worried about. Losing me in an illegal mission. It's what Molly's going through right now. That's on me."

You hugged him tight to your chest. Lion whined as she was squished between your bodies, shoving her nose between you and up to lick Santiago's chin. Through his tears, he let out a small laugh.

"Hi, girl. I know, I know I'm upset. I know you just wanna help."

She wriggled, her dog-smile appearing at the playful tone in Santiago's voice that contrasted his words, the voice he always used to speak to her.

Lion flopped against his chest, rubbing against him and urging him to pet her.

"See? She says it's not your fault. She says death isn't something you can control, Santiago."

"She's a good therapy dog, but I don't think she's saying that," he said, fixing you with his sad stare. "I'm pretty sure it's just you."

You kissed his temple again. "One day, you'll realize I'm right. You'll admit one day that you can't control everything, try as you might."

"I got him killed," Santiago whispered.

"You didn't pull the trigger." He gave you a look. "Come on, Santi, let's get you to bed. You've been through a lot, and you need a clear head to deal with it all."

You stood and pulled him off the couch with you. Lion followed you down the hallway and waited outside the bathroom while you pulled Santiago's clothes off, the same ones he'd been wearing for days as he and the boys trekked through the Andes, and got him into a quick shower. You waited with Lion while he showered and dried himself off.

You tugged him into bed and curled up in his arms. Lion jumped up and curled up at your feet.

"Feel any better?" you whispered, tracing your fingers across his face.

"A bit," he admitted. He tightened his hold on your torso. "I've missed this. Holding you. Actually being in the same bed."

You hummed your agreement. "Don't you ever go away for three years again."

He brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear and kissed you softly. "I told you—that was my last job. I'm never leaving again."

"I hope to God you're right." You snuggled closer, kissing him one last time. "Get some sleep, Santi. You need it."

"I know," he whispered.

But his thoughts turned, again, to the paper William had shoved in his hand, still sitting in the pocket of the pants on his bathroom floor, and he knew he wasn't completely done.

Delta Force never missed a hard out. And they also never left a job unfinished.

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Triple Frontier // Santiago "Pope" Garcia

☞ ❊ ☜

Translation: (I don't speak Spanish, I hope this is right.)

Querida = darling

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #triple frontier #fem!reader #santiago garcia x you #oscar isaac #santiago garcia fluff #triple frontier fluff #triple frontier spoilers #post movie

[maehemthemisfit]

Did someone say KMG!Mikey hc's? Cause I got a few:

He uses the cup that you drink coffee/tea/any drink in when you're not around, no matter how funky or stupid it is. He'll gladly carry it around to meetings since it comforts him to have something of yours with him while you're away

You introduced him to a lot more different foods, that resulting in him having more than 1 or 2 comfort foods.

Randomly gets emotional behind closed doors when you do the littlest things, he's just so great-full to still have someone after everything that has happened to him is kinda overwhelming :(

LITTLE TOUCHES OUT IN PUBLIC OML like his hand on your lower back guiding you, holding your hand under a table, letting you play with his hands ect.

Death grip on you at night. If you're someone that gets up in the middle of the night, you'll just have to start wearing diapers /j

Both of you share jewelry. Sometimes you'll see him wearing a ring that was originally yours, or he might see you wearing a necklace or bracelet that was originally his.

He loves to read to you until you fall asleep after a long day. Tbh he loves anytime he gets to spend time with you.

Please constantly reassure him that you will always love and take care of him when he asks. He doesn't think he deserves someone as good as you so he try's to get better for you :(

I love soft broken Kanto Mikey. Every bit of this is just 😔👌🏾

but on a real note

KMG!Mikey who comes home from a really tiring day, and nearly breaks down from everything crashing down on him again, like violent waves ready to take him underneath with no hope of coming back up.

He hasn't seen you all day which mostly contributed to his sour mood. The darkness was already creeping in, suffocating him until he was surrounded by it and nothing else.

He couldn't sleep like this.

KMG!Mikey who drives to your place in the middle of a storm, ungodly hour and all just because he needs to see you, hear your heartbeat, feel your small breaths of life to ease his racing mind. He didn't want to feel empty. Even with exhaustion weighing him down, he couldn't go to sleep without seeing you once.

KMG!Mikey who has a spare key that he always keeps close to him, sometimes holding onto it whenever he's feeling stressed and you're not in his sight.

KMG!Mikey who enters your apartment, drenched in rain, and shoulders slouched, not expecting you to be asleep on the couch, towel off to the side of you and two cups of tea on the table, cold but still filled.

The thought of you staying up and waiting for him almost brings him down to his knees, wondering what he did right to have an angel like you in his life. And if anything were to happen to you...

"M-Mikey..?"

KMG!Mikey who nearly jumps at the sound of your sleepy voice and his mind goes blank upon seeing your soft smile. That suffocating feeling gone without a trace and his burdens seemingly nonexistent in this moment with you.

The way you wrap your arms around him, a whisper leaving your lips of how you missed him, eyes closed and uncaring of the water that latched onto you. And like the clingy kitten he was on the inside, that little boy who had everything and nothing, crumbled in your embrace, face buried in the depths of your neck- as if he was lost treasure waiting to be found. No matter how many times he was lost, he hoped you would always be there to find him again and uncover him from his dreadful solitude.

The grip he had around you threatened to squeeze to air out of your lungs, but you knew he had no ill intentions. He would never hurt you. He never did.

Delicate fingers ran through his golden locks, and he purred from your touch, bringing you even closer than you thought possible, lips trembling though you couldn't see. His harbored breaths told you everything you needed to know as you soothed him, rubbing soft circles on his back in hopes of calming him.

Nothing but the two of you existed in this moment as all the bubbling anger and sadness evaporated, now replaced by you and only you. His savior, his love, and safe haven all in one.

The world would see ashes the day something harms you... but for now, he'll snuggle in your warm embrace he'd often compared to wings, shielded from all the violence and misfortunes of the world that dared to consume him whole. For he was no longer the invincible Mikey, or the monster people painted him to be.

He was Sano Manjiro, vulnerable and soft in your arms. And most importantly, he was yours to love.

He'll try his best. If not for himself, then he'll give everything and more if it meant you were happy and safe in his arms.

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[ciramaris]

What would get the Bad Batch in trouble?

Inspired by this @dragon-pups

⚠️Warnings⚠️ mention of Injury 🩹, canon typical violence ⚔,

... Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something ...

...Tech...

... Because of his strategies, calculations and the need to inform everyone else about them, easily get him in Trouble ...

The tall Zabrack crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. ,,Really? You think, you and your 4 Laserbrains could outsmart me? Cid thinks too high of you."

Tech righted his glaces while he typed on his Datapad ,,Actually, according to my calculations, outsmarting you would not even be that difficult. I took a brainscan of you- and yours is not fully developed. Indicating, you are not as smart as you presume yourself to be. With this information and with the security Recording Cid provided us with, we can easily brake into your Vault and bring Cid her share. Or you could give us her share and ours now, without the need to replace certain expensive Components of your Vault and House." Tech glanced at the three Guards the Zabrack had, that stood behind him. ,,And without the need of further bloodshed, on your side."

The Zabrack scowled at Tech. ,,And if I don't want to give Cid her share?"

Tech shrugged nonchalant and stated Matter of Fact. ,,Then we are obliged to use deadly force to retrieve said Share."

...Hunter...

... He once again took the biggest Risk out of them all ...

He didn’t want to listen to Tech's Odds and how many hundreds to 1 he was outnumbered. He hoped for the best and he failed.

While he fell down to the river below, he regretted not listening to Tech and sighed inwardly. After he returned, Tech would surely lecture him.

When he submerged in the icy cold glacier stream, he was pulled along with the current.

Hunter tried to stay afloat, but the Mining Guild Members did not take kindly to thiefs.

Especially not, when they just stole something extremely valuable.

He held on tight to his backpack, where he had the refined coaxium.

He took the next opportunity and reached for a wooden branch. He got himself out of the water and run back to the Marauder, while he was still chased by the Mining Guild.

The other four waited by the Marauder, Tech kept the Marauder ready. Echo was the Copilot. Wrecker and Omega had their Weapons, Wrecker stood outside the Ship, Omega stood in the ship- her energy Bow ready to shoot.

Hunter felt more than he heard the Pyro Denton activate and being thrown towards him.

He run faster, the Explosion still rattled him and threw him off balance, but at least further to the Marauder, he fell, rolled, got up and resumed running.

When he saw the Marauder he activated his Comm. ,,Tech- almost there!"

Wrecker and Omega went inside.

Tech lifted off of the ground and hovered there.

Hunter run and then jumped on the ladder. ,,Go!"

Tech flew upwards.

Hunter was glad Wrecker had taken a hold of him, otherwise he would have slipped off of the ladder, because of how wet he was.

,,Do you have it?"

Hunter panted and nodded. ,,In my Backpack."

Omega took out the Med-kit. ,,Hunter? Are you okay?"

He frowned. ,,Yes, why?"

Wrecker looked at his Brother and hissed. ,,Your cheek. It bleeds. Here, hold still."

...Omega...

... Omega's sense of Justice ...

She cocked her head and starred at the Scene before her in shock.

A young Twiilek, around the Age of Hera, was slapped across her face. One of the five Men laughed and clapped the one, who had slapped her, on his shoulder.

Omegas heart clenched painfully at the sight. She looked closer and saw the Girl had her Wrists bound with Binders and Binder arounnd her Neck, said Collar electrocuted her and the Girls knees gave out, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Omega had enough. She crawled ontop of the Next crate and shot the one who had slapped the Twiilek, with her Energy Bow.

The others were immediately on high alert and fired on her.

Omega ducked behind the crate, then she looked up again and fired three fast shoots, killing three out of the four remaining.

The last one grabbed the Twiilek by her Neck and held her in front of him. He trained his Blaster on the Twiilek’s head. ,,My Syndicate is already on the way! No one attacks us and leaves unharmed!"

Omega rolled her eyes. Did he really think she cared what he had to say? Well, obviously... but she didn’t.

She shot behind him, he turned.

In the distance she heard a faint ,Omega!' From Wrecker.

That is it. She thought and activated her Comm. ,,Wrecker I need you. Somone wants to kill a Twiilek, she almost looks like Hera."

Wrecker sighed. ,,I'll be right there."

She waited a few more minutes and surely Wrecker appeared in the other alleyway.

He frowned. ,,Hey Kid. DUCK!" He shouted.

The Twiilek understood he meant her and tried to duck as good as she could, with the Man still holding her up.

Wrecker took an empty Fuel Container and threw it at her.

Just before the Container connected with her, a shot was fired and an ascension cable swung around her legs, then she was pulled away from the Attacker just beofre he was knocked out by the Container.

The Girl looked up and saw a Man with a half Tattooed Face, he smile kindly down at her.

Wrecker laughed. ,,The Cavalry has arrived!"

Hunter helped the Twiilek up after he removed the cable from around her legs.

When Omega joined them, Hunter sighed tiredly. ,,Omega. I understand you wanted to help. But could you please not do these kind of things alone?"

She nodded sheepishly. ,,Alright Hunter. Sorry."

Tech, who had waited for Wrecker to finish the Rescue frowned. ,,Omega? Are you aware you just stole a Slave from the Blacksun Crime Syndicate and killed 5 of their Men?"

Omega shrugged. ,,No, why? What is so special about a black Sun?"

Hunter sighed. He loved his Sister, dearly. But sometimes...

,Am I getting too old for this Crap?' He briefly wondered.

...Wrecker...

... Wrecker's Love for Explosives ...

He was thrilled, the Warehouse Cid told them about was awesome. He had so many explosives surrounding him.

He laughed and hugged a Thermal Detonator to his scarred Cheek.

Omega eyed him mildly worried.

,,Oh you're comming home with me!" He laughed and loaded then im Omegas Backpack.

Omega grin. ,,Wrecker, don't load too much in it. I won't be able to lift it."

He looked Omega up and down. ,,Come here and put it on."

She did as her Brother told her. Soon she thought it was more than enough weight. ,,Wrecker, no more."

He sighed but accepted it.

Outside were Blasters fired.

Echo run inside. ,,We got company! What are you doing? We don’t have much time! Load it and leave!" He said while he fired Stunn Bolts from his DC.

Omega glanced at Echo worried and hurried to the Marauder.

Soon Tech and Echo followed her and entered the Ship.

,,Hunter? Where is Wrecker?" She asked worried.

Her Brother sighed, frustrated. ,,Probably still inside. Tech? Start the Engine and hover, I'll get Wrecker."

Tech did that while Echo huffed annoyed and shook his head.

Hunter found his Brother pinned to a Corner, surrounded by 20 Reg's.

Hunter sighed and shot Stunn Bolts at them.

Wrecker took a Crate of Pyro Dentons and a Crate of Thermal Detonators and run to the Marauder. He loaded it and run back inside, while Hunters frustration grew. ,,What are you doing?! We need to go!"

Wrecker grin. ,,I'll be right there. I just need something else."

Wrecker run inside and grabbed a crate or Ammunition and anpther crate of Magnetic Thermal detonators, he run t the Marauder amd just as he pushed the Ammunition inside, he was shot in his right leg.

He hissed, grabbed a Thermal Detonator, activated it and when Tech lifted off, he threw it at the Warehouse. He looked through the Gunnersmount as it Exploded. He grin. ,,BOOM!"

...Echo...

... Echo's helpfulness for others (Esp. Clones) ...

He frowned. ,,Hunter? Why can't we go after them? They are our Brothers- they left the Empire and need help. Now."

Hunter sighed. ,,Because we need to maintain a low profile. Echo, I understand your need to help them. But we can't help them at the moment."

Echo shook his head. ,,Then, let me go alone."

Hunter frowned. ,,No. Not alone."

Echo got up. ,,I will not stand by and watch my Brothers get killed. Not again!"

Hunter shook his head. ,,You heard me."

Echo shook his head frustrated, he stormed off the Ship. He sat outside and told Tech and Wrecker about it, they in turn qgreed with him.

Hunter had a feeling this would happen, when Echo with His Brothers stood in front of him and informed him, they would go ater the MIA and AWOL, if he wanted to come with them, that would be appreciated-if not, ue could wait at Cid's.

Hunter sighed but agreed to go with them.

What they didn’t know yet was, Crosshair would be there too. Waiting for somone to pick up the AWOL's.

Admiral Rampart knew where they gathered and ordered him under the Command of CC-1226 to take them and the helpers out.

...Crosshair...

... Crosshair's way with Reg's ...

He glared at Wooley.

Wooley smirked. ,,What? See something you like? Want to be like me? Look normal?"

Crosshair's glare intensified. ,,No. I am unique. You look like every one else. Nothing special."

Wooley glared at him. ,,Watch it, Toothpick! I will not get decommissioned for being defective."

Crosshair flicked his Toothpick at him. ,,No, you will. I was meant to be like this. You are not. So, do us both a favor and go follow Orders to the point of stupidety and play Cacon Fodder."

Wooley was just about to lunge at Crosshai, when he was lifted on his Chestplate by Wrecker.

Hunter sighed ans mildly glared at the Reg. ,,Please, let him be or I will have to inform Cody."

Wooley still dangled. ,,It’s Commander Cody to you!"

Hunter sighed. ,,Let him down, Wrecker. Go away- it is best for all of us."

Wooley glared at them, disgusted and left.

Hunter sighed. Why did Crosshair need to rile the Regs up all the time?

#hunter #tech #echo #omega #wrecker #crosshair #the bad batch #clone wars #starwars imagine #hunter x you #hunter x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #crosshair x you #echo x you #wrecker x you #tech x you #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader

[wildlife4life]

Full moon bond or once upon a buddie intrigue me for wip asks if you’d like to share anything 😊

Because I admire you and your work so much, I will gladly share snippets from both!

Full moon bond is very popular today and I've answered a few more about it here. Here is another snippet:

Maddie and Chimney were the last to arrive, strolling up to the camp site looking slightly haggard and very tired. Jee was apparently going through another sleep regression period and lately super attached to both her parents. Technically they didn't need to shift during the full moon due to being lynx shifters instead of wolves, but Chimney says that he's been joining full moon gatherings for so long now that he swears he can feel the pull of the moon just like a wolf. Maddie, having taken Chimney's bite, says she feels the same. Plus they're pack and the bond would be very inconvenient to ignore when they can feel the others had shifted and the thoughts that are being shared. Maddie makes a beeline for Eddie the moment she notices him and Eddie braces himself. He knows exactly what she is going to speak to him about. Its the same conversation every full moon since her turning. Brown eyes misty with concern, the female lynx plants herself in front of her brother's partner. Her gaze flickers away for a second, taking note of the magical markings around the campground. A deep breath in and Eddie suspects she's trying to catch a whiff of Buck's scent. Maddie recognizes the witch's work and she was probably hoping at the sight of it, that Buck had joined the shifters this full moon. She becomes further disheartened when that is not the case and her saddened eyes return to Eddie. "He told me he was going to think about." She says softly. Buck has been telling his sister that before every full moon since she took Chimney's bite. It was lie every time and only to have one less person pester the witch about joining the pack. Slowly, Maddie reaches out and lets her fingers hover over Eddie's bare chest, glowing gold orbs tracing the geometric brand that marked him as Buck's mate in replacement for a bite. "I thought when you two mated, when he took you as his anchor Evan would..." Evan would finally join the pack and be one with them all during the full moon. Yea, Eddie thought so too.

Once Upon a Buddie is much beloved and the first fic I actually created for buddie and I really hope to get back to it.

Hot deputy whipped his full attention towards the jailed man, causing Buck to take in sharp breath. The entire force of the deputy’s anger and attractiveness were slightly overwhelming and made him a little weak in the knees. “Oh, you’re not?” Hot deputy growled and shivers went down Buck’s spine, imagining that same tone used in another less civilized situation. “Then what are you? Huh? Cus what I see is a stranger, an outsider from a big city driving my son around and feeding into his out-of-control imagination.  Letting him believe that you are some sort of Prince!” Buck jumped to his feet, “Hey man all I did was listen.  I didn’t confirm or deny anything.  And I drove him to a hospital, a safe haven where he told me his mother works!”  He was getting tired of the being accused as some sort of child perv.  “Christopher ran away on his own accord.” “My son has no reason to run away!” the Deputy yelled. “No one would listen to him! And when someone finally did, he was told he was crazy, making everything up.  He felt alone, so he ran to find someone who would listen, who would maybe understand!” The Deputy took several steps forward, fist clinching tight at his side, “Don’t act like you know my son!” “Diaz that is enough!” Sheriff Grant jerked the Deputy back at the collar of his jacket before turning back to Buck, “You too Buckley.” Buck threw his hands up in surrender and dropped back on the bed, “I’m done answering questions. Give me my phone call and corroborate my story.  I want out of this town.”

WIP tag game

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[moonlightdreamzz]

9:00AM — the couch you currently laid on was more comfortable than you could’ve ever imagined. you can recall yourself begging for him to replace the leather one that he had previously, claiming that it just wasn’t fit for the constant jumping, playfighting, and love making you were constantly doing on it’s ripped seats. leather also made you get extremely hot way too quickly, and late night cuddles under his gigantic blankets always turned into the two of you sitting bare and away from eachother as the sweat always poured profusely from the heat of the couch and your bodies combined.

you don’t know how you remember the previous night so well considering how drunk you were when you arrived to his doorstep. it was all so cliche, wasn’t it? one can’t handle the break-up they initiated, so they decide to get piss drunk even when they know they can barely handle the burning of one shot. now they need someone. they need someone who they know will keep them safe for the night. someone who will give them a place to rest that’s not their now painfully silent home.

mark insisted that you sleep in his bed after forcing you to brush your teeth because you completely let it rip in his toilet. i mean, the two of you did buy it together. he didn’t have to say this outloud for you to know that it was what little mark—your chosen name for the devil on his shoulder, believed. even now as you stare up at his bubbled ceiling you can still feel his burning stare seeping into your flesh from last night as you denied his request.

“no, mark.” you began in the most frail tone he had ever heard you speak. and he had seen you in quite a bit of situations. even in your most tearful moments you weren’t this quiet and broken. “i—i refuse to interrupt your peace like that. i know you don’t want to see me and you have every right to feel that way. i’m sorry i just—i didn’t know where else to go.”

“there’s no where else i would want you to be, y/n. lay down.”

his chubby pointer finger was shooting to your side of the bed, and those two simple words brought back so many memories. this was a painful command as it made you think of everytime he laid you down and had his way with you. it was always so beautiful, and made even the diesel universe choke up because that’s what you and mark’s love was. it was illustrious.

you followed his instructions, but only because you saw the look in his eyes. he wasn’t asking you to do what he requested. he was telling you to do it. if you decided to disagree with him again, he would just do something to convince you even more. maybe offer to cook you a spontaneous midnight breakfast knowing you’d fall asleep before he even finished his poor excuse for eggs, and then he’d proceed to carry you to his king sized bed. he always had his ways, so was there really a point of fighting it?

as if you were doing the walk of shame, your feet dragged across his icicle-like floors and you went knee first into the thick mattress. when you first arrived here, you could see he was about to head into a deep slumber. it was the way his eyes layed low and his vision was seemingly foggy. he had on some shorts, but everything else was bare. he was right behind you and for second you believed you’d feel the familiar pleasure of his strong arms wrapping around your frame. for the first time in a long time would you be able to experience his warm breath on your ear—something that disgusted you when it was anybody else. but he didn’t. he simply turned the opposite way; your backs facing and touching.

“goodnight.” are his final words. you know mark. and you know when he’s pretending to be asleep, and when he’s genuinely un-awakable. was that a word? no. but regardless, when you heard his light snores erupting from his thick and meaty chest that you used to adore resting your head in during the night, you knew you could sneak into the living room. you filled in your absence with his white sheets, and you were certain he’d still be asleep when you woke up. at that point you could leave and pretend none of this ever happened. you knew it would break his heart even more than you already had, but you also knew he was a strong boy. he would be okay. maybe you’d be on his mind for the rest of the day, but at the same time, he would began to hate you, and maybe that’s what you wanted.

you didn’t deserve mark. everyone would disagree with you when they found out about your ended relationship, but it never swayed you. even in his imperfections was he perfect, and he loved you so much. never in your lifetime did you think you’d genuinely know that someone loved you, but he proved you wrong. you actually don’t know where things went south. all you can remember is the calls started coming less and less, and then eventually the two of you just stopped speaking.

he was so busy all the time, but even so that didn’t matter to you. the love you had for him was so powerful and dangerous that it didn’t matter what he did to you, you truly believed you would never leave him.

you should leave now, right? as you rise slowly, feeling yourself getting dizzy still, you observe your surroundings. it had been awhile since you had been here. nothing much has changed, but that didn’t surprise you because all of this was your work.

“do whatever you want, baby. it’s yours.”

the sound of his voice, even in a memory was making you feel extremely queasy. or maybe it was because you had a hangover. and seeing his body resting on the couch across from you made it all the more intense. your hand is clutching your chest and the guilt is rushing in like a waterfall that was guaranteed to drown you.

you had over stayed your welcome. even when you didn’t deserve it, mark still wanted to watch over you. anybody else would’ve stayed in the comfort of their own bed, but here he was. he was probably worried sick.

the clothes that were on your body were the exact same from last night, which was good. that meant he didn’t care that much. you creep over to where his light sound effects are making the gray and square pillow vibrate ever so slightly, and you lean over to press the most gentle kiss ever felt in this world on his tender cheekbones.

“thank you for always taking care of me, mark lee.” you breathe out. seeing the way his back rises brings you a deep sense of comfort. to witness him in such a relaxed state was definitely the last memory you wanted of him. you were out of his life, and he was okay. “i love you.” it’s all too bittersweet. you’re quick to place your shoes on and leave his apartment—locking and shutting the wooden door with care.

“no problem, angel.” he whispers, “awakening” from his fictional slumber. he hadn’t slept all night in fear that you would start throwing up again, or regret your decision to not sleep beside him. “and I love you too. i always will.” his heart feels incredibly sore and snapped when he thinks about everything that happened between you two. it was so stupid when you truly thought about it, but it happened, and shit happens. he could admit that he thought y/n and mark was a forever thing, but it wasn’t, and that was okay. he was okay.

#nct mark #kpop black reader #nct x black reader #nct scenario #nct imagines #nct x poc #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct angst #mark lee #mark nct #kpop poc

[jedi-lothwolf]

Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Gunshot Wound

Fandom: Spider-verse

Summary: After a late night villain attack, Jefferson and Miles meets unexpectedly in the building.

  Miles looked at the time, 1am. "Why can't villains attack the city at more convenient times?" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his suit he slipped his PJs off. Ganke stirred as Miles opened the window.

    "Off to save the city? We have a test tomorrow." He mumbled

    "You know it. I'm sure it'll be fine."

    "Good luck."

    "Thanks." Miles crawled out the window and attached a web to a nearby building. He pushed his feet against the wall and was off.

    The fight against the villain wasn't long. Miles webber her up and got ready to go back to the dorms.

    Though it might not have been a long fight it wasn't without property damage. No fight was really a fight without a form of property damage. It was one of the reasons Spider-Man was a controversial person. That and the baby powder.

    As he walked towards a window so he could get out of there he heard a familiar voice behind him, "freeze, Spider-Man."

    Oh great. "Mr. Morales" Miles replied turning around. He was pointing a gun at him. "Woah" Miles jumped back startled, "isn't that reserved for the bad guys?"

    "You killed an innocent."

    "Where did you hear that?" Miles's heart raced. He most certainly did not kill anyone.

    "My brother, Aaron Davis. For the past year and a half I can't stop thinking about it. You were there."

    "No you must be mistaken. I've never killed anyone. Mr. Davis was a good man-" Miles's fake accent began to slip. It had been so long now and they had been working together for just about the whole time he had been Spider-Man.

    "Put your hands up."

    Miles complied. "There's no need for the gun."

    "I'm bringing you in for the murder of my brother."

    Spider sense. Miles turned his head to see that the villain from earlier had escaped. He turned quickly to take care of her. The quick movement gave Jefferson a reason to shoot.

    Miles hadn't thought about it when he moved. When he heard the gun go off he assumed that his dad had shot at the villain. No. He didn't know until he watched the villain leave.

    Warm liquid ran down his leg. "What?" He whispered to himself. Looking down he realized what had happened. His father had shot him. The pain hit like the bullet that had just ripped through his side. 

    Spider-Man collapsed to the ground. He pressed his right hand against the wound while the other pulled his mask off. He used it as a form of cloth to help with the blood. "Did you really think I killed uncle Aaron?! I was there! It was Kingpin!"

    Jefferson started at his son, now on the ground. He'd shot him. "oh God." He ran over to him and fell to his knees to help.

    "Don't fucking touch me!" Miles screamed.

Jefferson jumped back before speaking, "don't talk to me like that." He realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth.

    "You shot me!" The teen tried to move back but couldn't.

    "I'm sorry! Miles, just let me help you!"

    Miles thought back to everything that had happened in the last month. Everything Miguel had put him though just because he wanted to save his father. For a brief second he wished he hadn't. That thought was quickly replaced by a wave of hatred for his own mind.

    "Stay away." Miles voice was weaker this time. He didn't yell. The betrayal that laced every word, every movement made Jefferson feel as if he had been shot himself.

    "10-52 Spider-Man has been shot " Jefferson radioed in.

    "Stay with me Miles." He reached to hold pressure on the wound and this time Miles accepted the help.

    "My identity." Miles tried to move out from where he was.

    "It'll be okay."

    "What's that location Sir?"

    Miles listens as Mr. Morales states the information to the operater. He reached for his gizmo. Miguel had given him one once he realized his mistake. Miles took it because he might not like Miguel but he wanted to help and he wanted to see his friends. He and Miguel were getting to a point where they both understood what had happened and why and realized it was better to forgive rather then to hold it against each other.

    "Hobie?" He turned the watch on, "i've been shot, where's Spidey Doc?"

    Hobie responded quickly. "Let me get in contact with him, where are you?" He asked frantically.

    "Who's that?" Jefferson asked.

    "A friend" Miles whispered. He sent his coordinates to Hobie and before he could say anything else Hobie was there.

    "I'm here" he walked over quickly, "Spidey Doc should be on the way."

    Jefferson looked up at Hobie before he was shoved by him. Hobie took his place and put pressure on Miles's side. Stunned he didn't do anything

    Everything moved too quickly for Jefferson to keep up. Another portal opened and now there was another spider person in the room?

    The hero was dressed in a similar fashion to his son but in light blue and light green. Hobie stood quickly and the hero took his place. Jefferson tried to get to Miles but was stopped by Hobie. "you're his dad right?" He asked.

    "Yes and who are you punk!?" Mr. Morales yelled.

    "I'm Miles's friend Hobie" he spoke calmly, "that's Spidey Doc, he'll take care of Miles."

    "I need to take him back to HQ."

    "Okay."

    "Is that okay with you Miles?" The doctor asked.

    Miles nodded.

    Before Jefferson could say anything the doctor had picked up his son and started to walk towards a portal. "Wait where are you taking him?!"

    Hobie grabbed Jefferson and stopped him from moving forward. "He'll take good care of him."

    "Wait! Miles!" Jefferson tried to get away from Hobie.

    As the portal closed Hobie released the chef. "What happened?"

    "You don't need to know!"

    "Miles is my friend! What happened to him."

    When Jefferson didn't answer Hobie knew. "Good job. He'll be fine, just hope you don't lose him after this."

    Jefferson just stared at Hobie. "What now?" He asked.

    "You hope he forgives you. He probably will, he's very forgiving. After that you hope that you didn't just mess up one of the sweetest kids I know. But above all else you admit what you did was wrong and give him time."

    "Okay." And that's what he did. He waited and talked to Miles, apologizing over and over again. Miles could never hate his father. The two's relationship grew stronger, no longer being built on lies.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

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[daidonzo]

Chapter 9 - I only get carried away by your smile and the beauty spot near your eyes [Chishiya x Reader]

You were completely over your non-break-up break-up.

You still looked for Chishiya in crowds, but it was normal, wasn't it? Like stalking on social media the girl your ex-boyfriend cheated with four years ago and being completely invested in her life. Okay, probably not very normal, but still not a toxic coping mechanism. Right?

You had been hanging out basically every day with Kuina and had found a new friend named Tatta. You were placed together in a game and got along really well, and he seemed carefree and easy-going, which was exactly what you needed at this particular moment.

Also, you were avoiding Niragi like the plague. You tried meeting him at other parties (now sober) and getting some information out of him about the safe Chishiya mentioned, but it hadn't been useful. You were also sleeping at Kuina's room now since once, returning to yours, you had saw him waiting by the door, big gun on his shoulder.

You also attempted a couple of times to get a conversation going with Aguni but he was even worse and, to be completely honest, he scared you to death.

Getting close to the Hatter wasn't really an option. You had no doubt you could join his own little personal harem, but if you had to be honest, you found it absolutely disgusting and the girls he had at his side probably lasted two or three days before being replaced by new ones.

So you had put the mission you were assigned on hold. You agreed the system at The Beach was more of a dictatorship than this utopia of happiness everyone seemed to believe in, but you were not about to start a demonstration to topple an oppressing government. After all, they had all the guns.

Your days consisted on enjoying yourself, sunbathing, hanging out with Tatta, Kuina and their friends. You also bathed in the pool once or twice but then remembered what they said about pools in Las Vegas and thought it could probably apply to the ones at The Beach as well, so you didn't do it anymore.

You also played games whenever you had to, but you chose to only cross that bridge when you got to it.

All in all, you were doing well. So an occasional look at a large group of people to see if you would see a blonde man in a white hoodie was not too bad, or so you told yourself.

Purposefully going where you knew he would be was another thing, though. But having a crush (was it just that?) on Chishiya was like being addicted to drugs - the dose needed to be reduced little by little so that you wouldn't get sick in the process.

Nothing could have prepared you for having to be in the same game as him, after going no-contact since you kicked him out of your room.

There were five of you, two militants, a young boy, Chishiya, and you. The militants were sitting in the front of the car that took you to the game area. In the back, Chishiya sat in the right seat, the young boy in the middle, and you in the left seat. You had to avoid looking at his direction every few seconds, because every time you would look, you found him staring back at you.

The game - spades, low number - went fine. It was a simple game of tag, weapons were allowed, and the militants took care of the taggers very quickly. You, of course, had fallen while running and scratched your knees, but other than that you were okay. Just glad to be able to survive for a few more days.

And glad Chishiya would as well.

You arrived back at The Beach, the militants, serious, the young boy, static, Chishiya, still quiet. You were tense, but this was a test and you had passed it with flying colours. Not once had you tried to speak to him or psychoanalyze his expression when he looked at you.

Abruptly, you found him at your side, which almost made you jump.

"Don't scare me!" You screamed, and your first instinct was to hit him in the arm with the back of your hand. Touching him again would have sent you on a downward spiral, if it weren't because him appearing when you least expected it actually agitated you.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Can I talk to you?"

No. You thought. "Yes." Was what came out of your lips.

And so you followed him into his room, wondering if he was going to ask you to play Detective Conan a little longer. Or reprimand you, because you actually were not playing it anymore.

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing he said when you had both seated down. You, on the floor, by the closed-but-not-locked door, keeping your distance. Turns out you actually reminded yourself of a cat, keeping the exit close to you to be able to disappear if (or when) things got ugly.

You were so shocked you didn't even know what to say, so you waited for him to continue. He didn't.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, confusion replacing any other emotion.

"About the role I asked you to play when I told you we were going to steal the Hatter's cards."

Oh.

That was it, then.

You knew you were not going to get anything more from him, but you wanted more. You deserved more.

"Why are you sorry?"

He arched his brows. You were trying not to smile. You probably were both thinking that this conversation resembled a mother teaching his toddler a lesson too much. Whatever it looked like, it felt good.

"I didn't take into account how you felt."

"And?"

"That was it."

Okay, it was still Chishiya. You couldn't push it much further.

"I forgive you."

You almost laughed when you saw the look of surprise on his face, because it probably wouldn't be of any help in this situation.

"That easy?"

"Yeah, I just needed you to say sorry." You shrugged, smiling. You had never been a person to hold grudges and sorry was already a hard enough word to say to torture the other person.

"Still. I don't feel it's enough."

"You can make it up to me."

"How?"

"Let me stay the night?" Your cheeks turned deep red just from asking. But you really, really, wanted to sleep with him without being influenced by any substance.

He smiled, and nodded. "Was going to ask you to either way. Por Kuina deserves a night on her own."

You stuck your tongue at him and climbed to his bed, laying down. "By the power vested in me I declare this my new secret hiding place."

He lied down next to you. "Still surprises me how quickly your mood changes."

"I have always been like this. Like a rollercoaster."

He didn't say anything else. But his hand looked for and found yours. He squeezed it, softly. And you squeezed back.

"I did mean it when I said you looked beautiful the other day."

"Of course I did, did you know how many hours I spent getting ready?"

"It was not about that. You looked beautiful when you were dancing on your own."

You moved closer to him, changing your posture slightly so you could look at him without letting go of his hand.

"So I look beautiful when I'm happy?"

"You do."

Then you must have looked radiant at that moment, because this was the happiest you had ever felt in the Borderlands.

He lifted his free hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb, the rest of his fingers getting lost in your hair.

And just like that, Chishiya and you were together again.

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