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therealcocoshady · 2 months

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: Marshall/ em x fem reader

Y/N and Marshall have a baby girl together (Lilly around 4 or 5 ) and when there around the dinner table she happens to mention that she wants a new sibling so her parents (Y/N and Marshall) talk her into an animal in substitution of a child . But that brings on the topic of having another baby between Marshall and Y/N

Sorry this is really bad . Never done this before

If you don’t do it it’s fine lol

I still love u

One last baby ? - One Shot

Eminem x FemReader

Author’s not : thanks for the request ❤️. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy it. I added a little twist of my own, I hope you don’t’ mind. 👀

Words : 4027

Tags : Fluff

You sighed as you rummaged through the pile of clothes that you needed to donate to Goodwill. Your daughter had grown up so much in the past few months that she almost needed a new wardrobe. It wasn’t an issue in and of itself, but you had a hard time parting ways with the clothes that no longer fit her. Your baby girl was growing up and even though it was amazing to see her blossom, it broke your heart. It seemed like yesterday, you were bringing her home from the hospital, starting your journey as a mom. And now, she was about to turn five. She was no longer your little baby : she was becoming more and more independent, she didn’t need you to do everything for her anymore. Soon, she would no longer need you to hold your hand or cut her food. If you’d known how fast time would go by, you would have cherished these moments even more than you had.

Your little Lily was a dream come true : you had spent so many nights wishing for a baby, praying that you would be a mom someday, waiting for the right man to come along. But after you had turned thirty-five, you had grown tired of waiting for Prince Charming and you had taken matters into your own hands. Thanks to science, you didn’t need to be in a relationship to have a baby, and you’d rather have one on your own and be a single mom than settle for anyone, just for the sake of starting a family. You had been told countless times that your standards were too high and that you were selfish for wanting to have a baby on your own, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was the right time to be a mom so you decided to become one. It wasn’t easy, but with the help of a fertility clinic and after two rounds of IVF and nine months of sickness, you had welcomed your beautiful baby girl. She was your biggest blessing and you were incredibly happy that you hadn’t decided to wait for Mister Right.

Ironically, you had ended up meeting him merely four months after you had Lily. You had moved from New York to Michigan after being hired by Paul Rosenberg. You were already involved in the music industry, working in A&R, but you were looking for a higher position and a better salary, and you had been told there was an opportunity at Shady Records. You had always thought you wanted to work for a bigger, more prestigious label, but as soon as you had been told about the job, you knew you had to apply : everything in the job description was right up your alley, the money was good and it offered you enough flexibility to be able to raise your daughter as a single mother. Applying turned out to be one of your best decisions, right after deciding to have your daughter : you loved your job and, through it, you met Marshall. At first, your relationship was strictly professional, but you quickly became friends. Technically speaking, he was your boss, but even though the job could be demanding, he was extremely understanding and supportive of your role as a single mom. Whenever Lily was sick or there was a problem at daycare, you were allowed to leave early, work from home or even have your baby with you. It probably helped that your daughter was adorable and that the whole team had fallen in love with her. She had also fallen in love with them, especially Marshall, who had a way with children. She had quickly become obsessed with him, which was not really surprising, since he was always making faces at her, tickling her and playing with her. She loved sitting on his lap and playing with him. Especially when he let her push the buttons on the mixing desk. She loved being at the studio, and every time you took her, she was having a blast. At first, you didn’t want to take her too often, as you were here to work and that little kids could be a nuisance, but Marshall assured you it was fine. At some point, you ended up taking Lily to work a bit more. He was working on a new album and you had to put in more hours, which you didn’t mind, the only issue being that daycare closed too early. However, Marshall had come through and set up a small space for Lily with a crib, some toys and a playpen, so that you could have her with you and still work. Small gestures like this were what led you to fall for him in the first place. He was the kindest man you had ever met. Still, at first, you were a bit reluctant to accept when he asked you on a date. He was your boss and your daughter was your absolute priority. Nonetheless, he managed to win you over after months of flirting. In the beginning, you didn’t think it was going to be too serious and you weren’t too sure about letting a man into your and your daughter’s life, but your relationship ended up moving pretty quickly. From the start, he let you know that he was serious about your relationship and that he wanted to include Lily in your plans. Being a father himself, he understood that she was your priority. So he became a staple in your life and Lily’s and they formed a bond of their own. He became one of her favorite people and she even graced him with her first steps, one late night in the studio. She wanted to go and hug him and you expected her to crawl as usual, but she walked from the couch to his chair. You were jealous, but also really happy that she loved him so much. The feeling was mutual. In fact, the day he proposed to you, he also proposed to her ! You had been dating for over a year at this point and were practically living together.

I don’t remember you telling me about Lily’s full name, he said one night at dinner. Does she have a middle name ?

No, you said. I wanted to keep it simple.

And she was born in New York, right ? He asked.

Yes, you confirmed with a smile. Why ?

Nothing, he said. My lawyer just wanted the information.

Your lawyer ? You asked confused.

Yeah, I was considering updating my will, he said casually. To include Lily, you know ?

You stared at him in shock.

Wait… Why would you do that ? You asked.

Just in case something happens to me, he explained. I want her to be taken care of. I would also like to set up a small trust for her. That way, she can pay for college, that kind of thing.

You don’t have to do that, you said. I’ll pay for her studies myself. She’s my daughter, my responsibility, not yours.

What if we changed that ? He asked with a smile. What if she was our daughter ?

You want to… adopt her ? You asked in shock. You don’t have to -

I know I don’t have to, he chuckled. But I want to. I love her as much as I love my daughters. I change her diapers, I read to her, I tuck her in… I do all of that Dad stuff already, and I love it. I want to care for her as much as I can.

You were moved, seeing how much he cared about her. They had a great bond and he was right, he was already a father figure to her. He was there everyday and took care of her as if she was his. Still, you were nervous. It was a big step and you didn’t want him to regret his decision.

What if we break up ? You asked nervously. Have you thought about it ?

I have, he smiled. And it wouldn’t change anything to how I feel about Lily.

Ok, you said emotionally. I guess we could do that.

He got up and took you in his arms before kissing both of your hands. Then, he took Lily from her high chair and gave her a kiss, making her giggle. She leaned and rested her head against his.

What do you say, princess ? Do you want me to be your Daddy? He asked softly.

She cooed and brought her little hand to his face. She wasn’t too talkative yet. She was very active, but when it came to talking, she didn’t seem too keen. It didn’t matter much, because she was very good at making sure everyone understood her. He kissed her again before putting her back so she could keep on eating her finger food. He kissed you tenderly and stroked your cheek.

Before we make it official, I do have something to tell you, though, he said.

Yes ? You asked nervously.

I didn’t actually take Lily to the park today, he confessed with a smile.

Where were you then? You asked confused. You were gone all afternoon.

Running errands, he said with a smile. I needed Lily’s help to pick up something.

You stared at him and waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t say more. Instead, he reached in his pocket and took out a small box. Understanding where this was going, you covered your hand with your mouth, tears starting to well in your eyes as he got down on one knee.

You had been married for almost three years now and you couldn’t ask for more. You were about to turn forty and you felt incredibly lucky : you had an amazing husband, with whom you had a beautiful blended, tight-knit family. Even if Lily was not his biological child, she took a lot after Marshall. They had the same way of pursing their lips when they were frustrated and you could swear she was his when she gave a side-eye whenever she found something annoying. The looks were all yours, but the sassiness was all his. You loved that she took a bit after him. In hindsight, it wasn’t too surprising : he had been in her life for so long, she didn’t have any memory of life without him. She knew he wasn’t her biological dad, but it didn’t matter. She was definitely a Daddy’s girl. You had a special bond of your own with Lily, but she had him wrapped around her finger. It was the sweetest thing ever, although you sometimes worried that if he kept on indulging her in everything, she would turn into a brat. Although, whenever you touched on the subject, he shrugged it off. Still, you were afraid that if she asked for a pony, you would end up with one in the living room. Or worse, with Marshall actually purchasing stables and turning into a farmer. When it came to his princess, your husband seemed virtually unable to say no. He often used the excuse that his other kids were grown up and that Lily wouldn’t be his baby for too long.

You heard the front door as Marshall brought Lily home from preschool. You left your pile of clothing and went to greet the loves of your life. She was on his shoulders as you walked down the stairs.

Look Mommy, I’m tall, she giggled.

I see that, baby, you chuckled. Didn’t we say that you had to walk on your own and that Daddy had to stop carrying you on his shoulders all the time, though ?

It’s fine, he said. I only carried her for half of the way.

See ? Your daughter asked. Daddy says it’s ok.

You rolled your eyes and stared at your husband who was beaming. He gently let her down and she went to play in the living room.

You’re turning her into a lazy person, you chuckled.

Come on, let me enjoy this, he said with a smile. She’s starting elementary school next year and I’m not ready yet. I can’t believe my baby is turning five…

We still have to see what we’re getting her, you reminded him.

How about a puppy ?

You stared at him in disbelief. She had been talking about getting a puppy for ages but you weren’t so sure. A puppy was a lot of work and she was still too young to help around with it. Plus, Marshall would soon go on tour and you would be busy enough.

We’re not getting her a puppy, you said. No way.

She’s been talking about it for a while, he pointed out. And you see how crazy she is about the neighbor's corgi.

Well she can keep on playing with him, you chuckled. But my hands will already be full while you’re on tour, with Lily, the house, work… I don’t need a puppy on top of that.

We’ll see, he said.

He seemed pretty sure that you would change your mind, but there was no way. At dinner, you decided to quiz your daughter about what she would like for her birthday. Hopefully, she had her eye set on a Barbie.

Tell me, baby, what do you want for your birthday ? You asked.

A sister ! She said giddily.

You already have three sisters, you reminded her. You have Lainey, Hailie and Stevie.

I want a little sister ! She corrected.

You and Marshall stared at each other for a second. That was new. Lily was surrounded by adults and had never shown too much interest in other children.

A little sister ? Marshall asked. Where does that come from ?

My friend Emma is going to have a little sister, she said. I want one too. And I can play with her all the time.

You were about to turn forty and you had never really thought about having another baby after Lily. With Marshall having three daughters of his own, your family felt complete. Plus, you didn’t keep a fond memory of your pregnancy. The successive rounds of IVF had been testing, so had been the next nine months.

You know what would be great to play with ? You asked nervously.

What ? She asked with a huge smile.

A puppy, you said.

Marshall looked at you with a shit-eating grin. Your daughter shrieked in excitement.

Can we get one like Elton ? She asked, referring to the neighbor’s dog.

Of course, baby, Marshall said with a huge smile.

And then, the baby can play with it too !

You looked sheepishly at Marshall who shrugged. You figured that it was best not to say anything and focus on the puppy. After all, it was probably her age. All kids wanted younger siblings, right ? When Lily was finally in bed, you went to your bedroom with your husband.

So… You agreed to the dog, he grinned.

I deflected, you admitted. It was either that or a baby, so…

It’ll be great, he reassured you. Plus, when I’m on tour, she won’t miss me as much if she has a dog to come home to.

You’re right, you said. I must say I’m a bit anxious though. She’ll miss you a lot.

I will miss her too, he said. I will miss both of you, actually. The offer for you to come still stands, you know ?

I have work and she has school, you reminded him.

Preschool, he chuckled.

That’s important, you said.

Nothing we can’t teach her on our own, he said. I would love to have you with me. And Lily could see the world a little bit. That’s just as important as school.

How about work ? You mused.

Let me check with your boss… Oh wait, that's me, he chuckled. He says it’s fine. Plus, you can get work done from anywhere.

What about the dog ?

One of the girls can take care of it, he shrugged. I mean, Stevie has three big dogs, so I doubt a small one would be a problem.

We’ll see, you said.

You started getting ready for bed. The pile of Lily’s clothes you were sorting earlier was still on the bed.

What’s that ? Marshall asked as he rummaged through them.

Some of Lily’s old clothes, for Goodwill, you said. I’d keep them, but there’s no room in her closet.

You’re getting rid of all of that ? he asked sheepishly.

You knew him well enough to know he would get sentimental. Getting rid of your daughter’s baby clothes was emotional for you too, but on a practical level, it didn’t make much sense to hoard them.

Come on, Y/N, he said. You can’t get rid of this dress. Or those PJs. She was so cute in them.

She outgrew them long ago, you pointed out. It would be better if someone had a use for them, don’t you think ?

We could have a use for them, he said before kissing you seductively.

Oh really ? You asked as you raised an eyebrow.

He nodded with a grin and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back as he pushed you on the bed, attempting to undress you.

Wait, seriously ? You asked confused. You’d like another child ?

I mean… I’m not against the idea, he said with a smile.

At our age ? I mean, you just turned fifty and I’m turning forty soon. Isn’t that a little late ?

You know, I didn’t expect to have another child in my forties, he said referring to Lily, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And when I see Lily, I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind having another one just like her. It helps that you seem to make beautiful babies, too. I’d enjoy having one last baby with you. Maybe have a boy ?

He was smiling, staring lovingly at you. You had never talked about having another child together. As he had told you in the past, after his divorce, he had been pretty adamant about being done with the whole marriage and baby-making thing. Obviously, he hadn’t planned on you and Lily walking into his life but still, knowing how views, you never tried to push anything on him. To be fair, you had never even considered the possibility of having a child together. He definitely took you by surprise, but you weren’t fully against the idea either. He was an amazing father to all four kids and you knew a fifth one wouldn’t be an exception.

What do you think, beautiful ? He asked as he stroked your cheek.

I don’t know, you admitted. That’s a little tempting, I must admit. But I never saw us trying for a baby. Like, do we want to be that couple, planning intercourse, counting cycles and everything ? Also, what if it doesn’t work ? I don’t want to do IVF again. That shit is trying. And pregnancy is no picnic either. For Lily, I struggled a lot, I was sick all the time.

First of all, if we decide to do this, I’ll be here every step of the way, he reassured you. You were on your own when you had her, but this time, it would be different. And if it doesn’t work… Well, it doesn’t. We already have four amazing kids, I’ll survive without a fifth one. I don’t want to put pressure on it. Let’s put it this way : if we had an unplanned pregnancy, I’d welcome it with open arms. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. If you don’t want to, that’s cool. But if you’re up for it, so am I.

Ok, you said softly. One last baby.

He beamed at you and kissed you. He seemed truly overjoyed by the possibility of welcoming another baby. One last one.

I’ve never tried for a baby, he chuckled. This is going to be fun.

Cut the BS, Mathers, you giggled. You’re the most experienced man I know, when it comes to babymaking.

No I’m serious, he explained. I’ve never had one on purpose. They all came my way. Hailie was definitely a surprise, obviously we didn’t plan on taking Alaina in, I definitely wasn’t expecting Kim to be pregnant with Steve when I got back with her, same with Lily… I’ve never actively tried for a baby.

Still, by the looks of it, I’d say it was fate, you said. You ended up with four daughters.

And maybe fate has another one in store for me, he chuckled. Regardless, I think I will have a lot of fun trying for baby number five.

I still have to get off birth control, you giggled.

Good thing you’re taking the pill and you can just skip it, he grinned as he playfully grabbed your ass.

So we’re really doing this ? You beamed.

We are, he said as he kissed you. And now you have no choice but to come on tour with me. For the sake of trying. You know I don’t half-ass it.

What if I get pregnant before then ? You asked playfully, although you knew it was unlikely.

All the more reason, he said. That way I can take care of you. That would be awesome, actually. How great would it be if you were pregnant by Lily’s birthday ? She’d be overjoyed.

You chuckled and stared at him. Lily’s birthday was just around the corner and there was no way you’d be pregnant by then, or at least not far along enough for you to announce it.

Are you trying to convince me to have a child just because she wants a sibling ? You joked with a falsely offended face.

I’m not, he chuckled. But what Lily wants, she gets, I guess ?

What’s next then ? You wondered as you rolled your eyes. A pony ?

I’m saving the idea for Christmas, actually, he said in a serious voice although you seriously hope he was joking.

Shut up and put a baby in me, you ordered him.

He pushed you on the bed again and wasted no time before undressing you. That night, the lovemaking was even better than usual. He was right : trying for that baby would be a lot of fun indeed, whether or not it ended up working.

Epilogue

The two of you tried for a few months, without bothering to plan intercourse or doing impossible math to try and figure out when you were ovulating and, eventually, you became pregnant for the second time. Marshall was over the moon when you told him and, as promised, he was here every step of the way. He was ecstatic when the two of you went for your first ultrasound appointment.

I get to see my son, he said with a smile.

It’s too early to know the gender, Marshall, you giggled.

I know it’s a boy, he said. Fate, remember ? It’s all part of the plan, I’m telling you.

Right. Because that’s usually how it works out for you and children, you joked.

You were pretty sure you were having a girl. You didn’t really care about the gender, but it was just a gut feeling that you had. As long as the baby was healthy, it didn’t matter anyway.

Here it is, the doctor said as she pointed at the screen. Your baby.

Oh my God, Marshall said as he held your hand, visibly overcome with emotion.

Is everything alright ? You asked.

From the looks of it, yes, she said with a smile as she moved the probe on your belly. Wait…

You felt your heart strain and Marshall held your hand a little tighter as both of you tensed up. You were silently praying, hoping that your baby was healthy. After a minute, the doctor turned to you.

Congratulations, she said. You’re expecting twins. And they’re perfectly healthy.

Marshall almost fell off his chair. If the pregnancy was no surprise, that turn of event was unexpected. As far as you knew, neither of you had twins in the family. You were a little shocked but really happy.

So even when it’s planned, it’s really not, your husband chuckled as he kissed your hand.

I think you're doomed for surprises, my love.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons

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elvensorceress · 3 months

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sentences on sunday tagged throughout the week by @eddiebabygirldiaz @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley @monsterrae1 @kitteneddiediaz @spotsandsocks @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @eddiescowboy @buddierights @wh0re-behavi0r I love you all and thank you and go read all of their lovely snippets! 💕 tagging (if you are so inclined) @spaceprincessem @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @911onabc @heartshapedvows @astronaut-karenwilson 💕

More Unless finale 😘

He has to stop thinking of Buck as his husband. They’re not really that. Not yet? This is only their first date. Even if it is Buck and it’s different from any other first date.

Still doesn’t mean Buck is ready to tie knots and buy rings and commit to forever.

They haven’t committed to forever. Technically. Not exactly? It’s hard to say when they are so in love and it’s so newly confessed, but they are also attached to each other for life in so many other ways. Of course they’re committed to each other and to being together, and it could never be a testing the waters situation with them. They’re already all the way in.

That leaves them… where? Partners, like always. But not exactly like before. More than before. Boyfriends for simplicity’s sake and because they haven’t even been on their date yet. But far more than boyfriends because they live together, they have a child together. And Eddie knows this is it for him.

But what normal person would agree to marriage right off the bat? Not that Buck is particularly normal. He’s extraordinary. And Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever want to get married again. Not after how badly he fucked up the first time. What makes him think he’d be good enough, changed enough for a second try?

What makes him think he won’t fuck this up somehow? He’s sure he has it in him to ruin one of the best things that’s ever happened to him.

“Was she the first person you came out to?” Buck asks, glancing at him while driving. And also reaching over to offer his hand again for Eddie to take now that there’s no teenager in the car who will be judgmental and embarrassed over his dads holding hands.

“I guess so. Wasn’t intentional. I was still working through everything.” But Buck had come to his rescue and taken over childcare while Eddie was fucked up and falling apart. He stayed for weeks, took time off work, looked out for him, slept next to him, cooked for all three of them, and helped clean and patch up the broken destruction of Eddie’s whole life.

And it was really hard not to imagine what it would be like to have Buck as his husband.

With someone else, anyone else, it probably would have freaked Eddie out. But he already wanted Buck for the rest of his life. Imagining that their whole lives could be exactly like those few weeks, even with as awful as they were inside Eddie’s own head, it was comforting. It relieved so much stress and turmoil. He loves having Buck around. And Chris does, too. Chris attached himself to Buck any moment he could, and Eddie wished he could do the same. He wanted Buck to be his husband. He wanted him with them forever.

Not that it was Eddie’s queer revelation. It wasn’t. There had been thoughts percolating in his head for a very long time. It wasn’t even the first inkling of how he truly felt about and wanted Buck. But it was a vivid dream come true, suddenly brought to life that Eddie couldn’t ignore any longer.

And then he had all those conversations with May about figuring out who you want to be and reconciling what you had wanted for yourself with how your life turned out, and how to finally be your real, true, honest self so that you could have a life that was as happy as possible. A life that feels like it fits who you are when you’re not lost and hiding.

Eddie still had to keep it under wraps and push it to the side for much longer than he would have preferred. But living the life he wanted, feeling it, almost but not quite having it made everything far more real. He could see it, he could almost touch it. Buck is a perfect partner and parent, as perfect as anyone can be, more than perfect for Eddie and Chris.

In fact, every day Chris gushed to him about how he loved having Buck around all the time for homework and pancake making and video game tournaments and movie watching.

And Eddie remembered waking up unable to breathe until Buck put a hand on his chest. He remembered silent tears that would just pour out of him nonstop and nothing he did or tried to tell himself could make them stop. But Buck would brush them away. Buck would even hold him, though it was nowhere near close enough. There would still be his arms around Eddie. That more than anything made the tears let up.

Even though it was one of the lowest points of Eddie’s life and the mere idea of being alive was not compatible with what he actually wanted or even thought he deserved, having Buck there still made him feel like he could survive in spite of everything.

#buddie #buddie wip #jenwyn wip #seven sentence sunday #we can't do math here it's okay #911 #fic: unless you ask me to

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alice-after-dark · 20 days

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So...the falling out (ft. why Vox is in Hell)

(Getting this out of the way, I have VERY mixed feelings about Valentino. On one hand, he is a great character. On the other had, he is an absolutely horrible person and I just can't bring myself to like him the way I love Vox and Velvette. I am very interested in seeing what the show does with him and how he is handled, considering the concept is all about redemption and the dude has done some pretty heinous shit)

But ultimately this post is about Alastor and Vox and their falling out and what - or rather who - caused it.

TW for implied sexual abuse, abusive relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, and other canon-typical triggers. Also gonna put homophobia with the disclaimer that Alastor doesn't actually mean it that way, but that's how Vox hears it. Perceived homophobia is more accurate. This also technically contains StaticMoth but I'm not tagging it because it's not exactly in favor of the relationship and I don't want to dump it into the tag of people who enjoy the ship.

See, while Alastor may be a serial killer, we see that he has his own twisted moral compass, so someone like Valentino rubs him in all the wrong ways. He greatly dislikes the moth and detests the idea of any association with him.

Vox on the other hand, well, scumbags are a dime a dozen in his industry. From his perspective, it's just something that comes with the territory, a necessary evil. You want to succeed in this industry? You put up with some nasty behavior. So when he sees Valentino rising to power and creating his own empire, he only sees the business potential. His industry has already well trained him to turn a blind eye to things like Valentino's unsavory nature for the sake of progress and his own success. How he feels about things on a personal level doesn't matter. The industry doesn't care about your sensitive little morals (will probably expand on this further in a different post, but I do believe that Vox learned the hard way that no one cares and you have to do what you have to do to get ahead).

So when Vox initially proposes an official partnership, Alastor is actually down...until he learns Valentino will be a part of the package. This leads to them arguing, Alastor basically telling Vox he has to choose between them, the first time Alastor calls Vox a "pathetic sell out," and the Radio Demon flat out accusing him of whoring himself out to Valentino for a business deal (this one particularly hurts because, again, the idea of sleeping with someone to get a better deal is just par the course for Vox. He's learned to push down those feeling of self-disgust and now here Alastor is dragging them out into the spotlight and shaming him for it). Alastor utterly refuses to be associated with Valentino and is disgusted that Vox would even entertain the thought and this ultimately ends with a fight and them parting ways, both feeling self-righteous, betrayed, and offended by the other.

And Valentino, having witnessed the entire thing and ever one to take advantage of a situation, gets his claws deep into a VERY insecure and hurt Vox by just reinforcing that Alastor never cared about him and was just using him for entertainment.

"But don't worry, Voxxy. I care about you..."

And now Vox, who has spent his entire human life hiding that his attraction extended to men as well as women and is desperately looking for comfort after losing someone he allowed himself to care very deeply about, falls right into the moth's trap, ironically getting himself into one of those situations he always turned a blind eye to (it is Hell after all and what is Hell without ironic suffering?).

Meanwhile Alastor has lost one of the few demons he viewed as a true ally and friend and to make it sting all the more he lost them to someone like Valentino. The very idea that Vox picked a disgusting creature like Valentino over him is crushing. He feels used, discarded, and worthless (which is a state ripe for some bad deal making, wouldn't you say?).

Tis all for now. Would love to hear people's thoughts on this!

#radiostatic #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #valentino hazbin hotel

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runninriot · 2 months

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Inspired by the prompt Love is just a four-letter word by @sal-si-puedes for @steddielovemonth day 27

the definition of love

wc: 944 | rated: t | tags: Established Relationship, Sappy Steddie, Dustin and Eddie friendship, Dustin and Steve friendship, Dustin is going through a bit of heartbreak

“This is so stupid! What even is love?”

It’s not a question Eddie thought he’d ever get asked by Dustin. But he gets it, knows how much it hurts to have your heart broken for the very first time. Especially as a teenager, when it feels like it’s literally the end of the world.

Eddie thinks about it, let’s the question sink in.

What is love?

Well, technically speaking, love is just a four-letter word. But it’s also so much more than that.

Love is a variety of expressions and emotions. Love is big gestures and little things that go unnoticed in the day to day life.

To Eddie, it’s the fear of losing Steve. It’s saying ‘Drive safe’ like a little prayer every day when Steve leaves for work in the mornings because Eddie couldn’t bear if anything ever happened to him.

Love is adoration, telling Steve ‘You look so hot in those jeans’ or ‘My pretty boy’ just to see him blush, just to let him know how beautiful he is.

Love is pride. To be rightfully self-appreciating of the things they’ve accomplished as a couple – overcoming insecurities, sticking together even through tough times, making plans for a future together.

Love is never wanting to be apart from Steve.

Love is a three-word sentence, a confession of the heart Eddie makes every night before they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Sometimes it’s saying ‘I’m sorry’ after a fight. It’s saying ‘I cooked your favourite meal’ or ‘Let’s watch that movie you like’.

Love is saying ‘Thank you’ and ‘Pleaaase, baby’.

Other times it’s not saying anything at all, when Eddie just lets his lips pour all his feelings into a kiss or when he lets his fingers worship Steve’s body, caressing each scar, each blemish, every perfect imperfection that makes him unique.

It’s the flittering butterfly wings he feels in his stomach when Steve smiles at him and the prickling on his skin he feels whenever they touch.

Love is holding each other. Having your favourite person’s arms wrapped around you for comfort, when you’re cold, or just for the sake being close.

Sometimes, love isn’t gentle. It’s rough and wild. Sometimes it hurts, runs through your veins like a raging fire, smouldering in your soul.

It’s passion and longing.

Love is taking each other apart, becoming one in heated moments. It’s the urge to bite and suck and lick, to savour the taste of sweat drenched skin and spit slick holes.

It’s the rhythm of their bodies moving in sync, grinding, and gliding, and sinking in.

It’s falling together and landing on clouds.

Love is the delightful sound Steve makes when he laughs loudly at one of Eddie’s stupid jokes and the soft, whispered words they share in the dark of the night.

It’s a melody Eddie absently plays on his guitar while his mind is filled with thoughts about Steve.

Love is a four-letter word but sometimes it’s five – because it’s Liebe in German, and Amour in French, and to Eddie it’s Steve.

Love is everything, and if it’s true then it’s forever.

Love is what makes Eddie’s life complete.

“You’ll know once you find it,” Eddie finally says, placing a comforting arm on Dustin’s shoulders to pull him into a brotherly hug.

It might not be the most satisfying answer but it’s the best he can give. And he knows one day Dustin will understand, when he finds the person holding the other half to his heart in their chest.

Eddie never expected to find his other half in Steve of all people but now that he knows what it’s like to love him and to be loved by him, he never wants to be without again.

“You just gotta be patient,” he adds, can see Dustin rolling his eyes without seeing his face, huffing and sniffling into his shirt.

There’s a gentle knock and when he looks up, Eddie finds Steve’s worried face peeking through the half-open door.

‘Is everything okay?’ Steve mouths, pointing at Dustin who still hasn’t let go of Eddie.

Eddie smiles and nods at his boyfriend, forming a silent ‘I love you’ with his lips, just because.

Steve turns around and tries to make his way back into the hallway.

“I know you’re there, Steve. Just get your ass in here,” Dustin mumbles into Eddie’s embrace, waving a hand in the general direction of Steve.

He only looks up once he can feel Steve’s hand on his back.

“Suzie broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. That sucks.”

Dustin wipes his eyes with his sleeve, shrugs his shoulders, and sighs defeated.

“Love is bullshit.”

Steve and Eddie share a look, soft and doting.

“Yeah it is,” Steve smiles, “but it’s also the best goddamn thing in the world.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, takes Steve’s hand in his and kisses the back of it.

“Ugh, you guys are the worst. I knew I should’ve gone to Robin instead. At least she knows what it’s like to be hopeless.”

With that being said, Dustin makes his way out of the room, ready to wallow alone in his heartbreak.

But before he exists through the door, he turns around one more time, finds Steve and Eddie still holding hands, looking at each other in a way that makes him want to barf and melt at the same time.

Because no matter how much he hates to admit – whatever they have, theirs is the true definition of love.

Maybe, Dustin thinks, feels something like hope blooming in his chest despite the lingering sadness, one day, I’ll find something just as perfect and wonderful.

#steddielovemonth #love is...#day 27 #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #definition of love

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Happy SatoShoko couples day/mid-birthday! Here's a ficlet on the house.

Fluff. Rated T.

Confront enough supernatural horrors beyond human comprehension and you developed an immunity to fear—at least, Satoru assumed that to be the case, right up until he found himself face to face with the front gates of the Ieiri estate. Estate, not home, which looked to be in the full swing of preparations for a huge celebration. Everywhere Satoru looked, people were setting up things, or cleaning things, or offloading trucks loaded with things. Children—and holy shit are there a lot of them, Satoru thought—darted in and out of the chaos in a game of tag, oblivious to the scoldings and pleas to play somewhere less hazardous.

A boy paused in his chasing just to stick his tongue at him.

Satoru crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue back. The boy squealed and scampered behind the closest adult, who had been in the middle of sweeping leaves off the pathway leading from the front gate. The woman laughed and Satoru was relieved to find he recognised it.

Shoko glanced over her shoulder where the boy was pointing and smiled. She left her broom with the boy and walked over. Behind Shoko, the boy was now brandishing the broom like a sword, engaged with an invisible enemy.

“Should’ve known you’d find the biggest kid here and try to take his spot,” Shoko said, arriving in front of him. She took his carry-on in one hand and his hand in the other and started tugging both down the path.

“It’s about making a statement,” Satoru replied. “‘Quiet dinner with the family’ my foot. What’s all this for? You expecting the Emperor himself to show up?”

Shoko rolled her eyes. “We’d have brought out the expensive sake if that were the case. No, this is for you, loser. Take it in.”

“Feel like I’m missing a few steps here.”

“I’ve never brought anyone home before.”

“Oh?”

Shoko smiled self-deprecatingly. “My great-grandmother, she’s got this… I suppose you can call it intuition. She’s never been wrong. She said the person I bring home would be my one and only.” Shoko briefly let go of his hand to put air quotes around the words.

“‘One and only,’” Satoru snorted. “I take it this is an engagement party then?”

She nodded. “My great-grandmother’s got a petty streak. For years I’ve been telling her I’ve joined a convent. Technically true. Sorry for getting you mixed up in this, but I’ve got an idea to get back at her and I think it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face when she realises she’s wrong for once in her life. I mean, she's not wrong, but I want her to wallow in being wrong for a bit.”

Satoru only took a few seconds to catch what she was tossing out there.

“A public breakup party?” he guessed. He scratched his neck. “Man I dunno about that. What if she has a stroke?"

“My family will respect you if you go along with it, trust me. And if she has a stroke it’s fine; I’ll heal her.”

Sometimes the apple fell not too far from the tree, and other times the apple never fell at all, Satoru thought. “Would they really respect me though?” he said dubiously, because already so few people did. Somehow it stung a tiny bit more when it was non-sorcerers.

Shoko shrugged like that settled the matter and continued down the path. The boy paused in his sword fight to stick his tongue out at Satoru as they passed and Satoru, naturally, stuck his out in reply. Shoko chuckled and simply ruffled the boy's hair.

“Still… kinda feel like I should leave a good impression,” Satoru said.

Shoko waved it off. “Don’t worry; we can get ‘caught’ making out in a broom cupboard after, promise. I just wanna fuck her up for a little a bit. Plus if you do this for me I’ll let you…” she stood up on tiptoe and whispered the rest, and Satoru’s ears were on the verge of melting right off his head by the end of it.

Satoru did not need further convincing after that. In fact, it was he who led them down the rest of the path, a spring in his step.

Any and all fears neutralised.

#satoshoko #my fic

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theneighborhoodwatch · 1 year

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ramble about wally & home's codependent swag. do it. you know you want to /lh

sorry for sitting so long on this one, anon. it's good to let thoughts Ferment sometimes. anyway - [pulls up a chair to sit down on it backwards, facing you]

so, the way i see it: it all comes back to home, yeah? home is not just the house - home is also the name of the town, it is very likely the town itself, and that town may be (as far as we know) the entire world. the very Concept of the home been discussed by clown as a central theme of welcome home a few times on his blog. when i say that home is everything, i do mean everything, and i don't think there's anyone for whom that rings more true than wally.

i know i link back to my older posts a lot, but i swear this one is relevant bc i wanna elaborate on a point that i make in the first half of it: the way i see it (as of the time of this writing) home, in all senses of the word, is wally's top priority. which is not to say that his devotion towards home supersedes everything else, but that everything else sort of feeds back into it by design. the neighbors? they are there to inhabit home. we, the audience? we are there to perceive home and round out its population. the WHRP*? they said it themselves - they're there to make that fucking house a home. home is everything, and in turn, everything is for the sake of preserving home. wally cares for his neighbors, and he cares for Us, but would either of those still be the case if there was no home to preserve? i'm not sure.

there is a catch to this, though. of course there is. wally's identity already seems tied pretty heavily to other people; he learns from his neighbors, and he does so on the audience's behalf. given everything i've written in the above paragraph, this can arguably be an extension of his devotion to home, however genuine those relationships may be in their own right. in other words, home (more specifically the restoration/preservation of home) is not only wally's chief motivation, but as far as he's concerned, the reason he exists at all. i think a lot about these tags that @pretty-in-possible (hope you don't mind the tag) left on a post of mine describing their image of wally:

and i had something very similar in mind. if wally's goal truly is the restoration/preservation of home - in this context, his raison d'être, the basis for his entire sense of self - then i can imagine why he would be willing to follow his original role as closely as he could even 50 years after the end of the original show. i can imagine that outgrowing that role in any capacity would feel like a sin. i can imagine that watching his friends outgrow theirs, or at least express a desire to do so, would seem extremely reckless to him, if not an outright betrayal.

("wait," you might say. "doesn't tampering with the site technically count as him adapting/evolving past his original role as audience surrogate?" "yes 8]" i would say. i would not elaborate, and then we would move on.)

i've mostly been talking about wally's side of things, and the reason for that is mostly that wally is just easier to speculate about. home is such a mystery that some people aren't even sure if they're the same being that was on the original show; i've seen people posit that whatever home is now, it is Not what they were originally, either that they're undead or that they've since become a husk for Something Else to inhabit, or some third thing i'm forgetting. either way, i think it's interesting that as attached as wally is to home, even he doesn't seem to be able to assess whatever their needs are with 100% accuracy - if the duet audio is to be believed, there's at least Some guesswork involved. who's to say that wally isn't just hearing what he wants to hear, at least some of the time?

i wonder - how does home feel about being an Embodiment, not of just the town, but of the very word "home?" are they frustrated with the fact that even wally, their own inhabitant, can never fully understand them, and has become resentful? do they appreciate the effort regardless, but feel a growing impatience gnawing at them day by day? are they apathetic at best towards wally, but need him to fulfill some goal or another, since they're an inanimate building? either way, i can't help but feel that home also relies on wally in some way; perhaps not as heavily as he relies on them, perhaps not in the same way or for the same reasons. but there is something Mutual there, i think.

tl;dr: these two are hurtling towards disaster and i, for one, cannot wait to see every last bit of it. here are two songs that remind me of them every time i hear them, the realization of which is often accompanied by guttural wailing.

* wally doesn't seem to have any strong feelings towards the WHRP team outside of maybe sharing the same motivation as them (i.e. restoration) but this may be because he's either hiding from them and also doesn't seem like the kind of guy to Express negative emotions, or he because he is the WHRP team - we'll see how things shake out.

#anonymous #ask #welcome home #wh speculation #wally darling #home #finally. it's been a while since i've been publicly unwell on this blog

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fangbangerghoul · 3 months

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It's WIP Wednesday!

Tagging: @atonalginger, @eridanidreams, @silurisanguine, @therealgchu, @staticpallour, @a-cosmic-elf, @lisa-and-shadow @bearlytolerant (no obligation and feel free to still tag me!)

I am still working on chapter 9 of Fleeting Pleasures but I did release some chapters for Ghoul Files to hold you over as you wait!

Below is a wip that might be a part of Ghoul Files at some point!

The ship had flown into orbit of Volii Alpha and Ghoul was still awaiting the all clear to land in Neon. The ship’s ID markings were not legal ones but as long as Jazz pulled through on her end the planet’s security system wouldn't be none the wiser to it. Ghoul’s fingers impatiently tapped on the side of the captain’s chair and she was trying everything in her might to think of anything other than the reoccurring name that repeated in the back of her mind. Masako Imada. The one person she always hoped to avoid the attention of whenever she revisited Neon City. Her wanted bounty was technically paid for thanks to the once wonderful Constellation members but Ghoul was not quick to forget her 'mother’s' true nature.

“You’re cleared for landing.” A voice came through on the comms allowing Ghoul to finally initiate the landing sequence. She was starting to regret her lack of thought when it came to her wardrobe this morning. The green sweater and cargo pants fit her well and comfortably. Those were important considering she acknowledged how often she found herself in impromptu combat, but she knew very well that if it was raining, she would soon be soaked to the bone. The ship used it’s autopiloting features to land itself into the designated landing pad the security team had sent to her ship. It was convenient as fuck and it made Ghoul’s life that much easier, which she enjoyed. Just like she enjoyed the face Delgado gave her right before she got into her ship to leave. Stern on the exterior but his eyes spoke a different language that only she could decipher.

Ghoul got up from the chair in the cockpit and untied her hair to fix it for the moment. It was very disheveled and it was hard to decide how she wanted it. The final decision ended with half of her hair and bangs tied out of her face while she let the rest of the green curls rest on the back of her neck. She was well aware she still looked like she had just gotten out of bed but appearances were the least of her worries. This had to go well, for Del’s sake. He was stressed enough as it was and having a face the whole Settled System’s could recognize in a heartbeat had to be frustrating. There was a part of her that was worried how recognizable she still was on this planet but she pushed the thought to the side thinking perhaps it had been long enough. Her knives were in the captain's locker and she equipped the blades throughout places on her body. They were of various sizes for their appropriate places and each had etchings of different symbols that mattered to her. It was one of the few gifts she ever accepted from Del and it was one of the first gifts that represented their unspoken union.

At the entrance of the ship she hopped onto the ladder then exited from the main hull and her boots clanked loudly against the metal. It was the only sound she heard till the landing bay hatch opened to dark gray skies and suddenly there were overwhelming sounds of crashing waves in the distance, thunder, and ships that flew in and out of the space port of Neon City. She was hesitant at first but after a deep breath Ghoul let herself exit the ship fully. The wind and rain caused a bit of a distraction at first but she quickly adjusted herself and ignored the pelts she felt on her from the raindrops falling so viciously.

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #ghoul vibes only #fang writes #its an au of an au #auception #neon city

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nothorses · 18 days

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Hi, it's me who said riding a horse is just being on a horse. I wrote it based on my own experience of riding over a dozen different horses throughout my life. I've never felt like it was a skill; it was something that felt natural. But I see I was mistaken and ended up deleting my revlog. Sorry for sounding ignorant

oh hey no it's all good, please don't feel bad about it! I think there's a lot of room for interpretation in the question itself, and honestly my assumption is just that people are mostly interpreting the difference between "can't ride a bike" and "can't ride a horse" to be that the former means you can't be on a bike while it is moving, end of. whereas theoretically, under very ideal conditions, someone with no experience or instruction could sit on a horse while it walks without falling off. which technically is true, and that's fine. lol.

I'm poking fun at the tags and stuff with extremely lighthearted intentions. I've taught a lot of young kids through their first ever time on a horse, and a lot of them have the same idea about it in a much more real way than that. it's funny to me, but I get where it comes from, and I know that anyone with that mentality who is placed in a real situation will not hold onto it for long. it's not even really a dangerous way to think on it's own (given most people aren't super committed to it), and as long as folks aren't dicks to anyone else about it, it's not hurting anyone 🤷‍♂️

I think some people are getting carried away in the notes of my post & I'm not a fan of where some people are going with it- I've seen some "I'm gonna put you in an extremely dangerous situation on purpose!! see how easy it is then!" comments that I think are really missing the spirit of the post, but that's on me for leaning into humor over compassion. just to say that it's meant to be in good fun, and I'm not faultless for keeping it that way either.

Editing to add, for the sake of clarity: there's no way of knowing what someone means when they say something as vague as "riding a horse is just being on a horse", and while I used that as an example of an extreme version of a mentality I wanted to poke fun at, I personally am also doing that with the knowledge that I'm very likely misinterpreting it, and I'm making like that choice entirely because I can do it without putting the person who actually said the thing on blast. I know that can still suck to see, though, and I'm sorry- if I'd guessed it would have been recognizable enough to make you feel insecure if you came across my post, I wouldn't have included it. I'm sorry about that.

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wannabe-cartoonist-blog · 5 months

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Making OCs Out of the KNB Cast's Canon Family Members Part 1

For those who don't know, we were actually given the GoM's canon family members from the creator via a Q + A. However, we didn't get any names or designs, so for years I've wanted to come up with some of my own. Well I finally started and to kick it off, we have the Kuroko family!

Family Tree + detailed profiles below cut! If you have any ideas for names, professions, personalities, etc... for the other characters family members (linked above), please let me know in the replies, tags, ask box, etc! There's so many....

Canon Facts:

The immediate family consists of Tetsuya, his mother, father, and grandmother. They 4 live together in a small home.

Tetsuya inherited his looks and invisibility from his mother and personality traits from his father.

“Tetsuya” is one of the few names in the series written in katakana, not kanji.

My Headcanons:

For the GoM, I like to imagine the colored hair is a paternal trait since the color is in the family name inherited from the father (Aka, Mido, Murasaki, Ki, Ao, etc). This would mean the colored hair is a dominant trait also (in this fantasy world lol). Kuroko is a fun exception here, as “Kuro” means “black” and we know canonically he resembles his mother in appearance. So, I imagine his mother was the one with some nod to the color “light blue” in her maiden name.

I imagine Kuroko’s mother’s side writes their given names in katakana not kanji, just as he does.

We don’t know which grandmother he lives with, paternal or maternal, so for here, I decided to go with maternal, so she’s technically not a “Kuroko”. I originally came up with his paternal grandmother first, but after some thought, I feel like his father’s side would be a lot more traditional and such, so the maternal grandmother would fit more in terms of the household living situation. Basically, Grandma Kuroko’s a lot more picky than Grandma Mizumoto. However, I still came up with the paternal grandma and kinda loved her whole vibe, so I decided to make a design for her too.

Kuroko Nobutaka (黒子信考) -

Tetsuya’s father, whom he refers to as “Otou-san” (equivalent of saying “father”). His given name means “faith/belief” + “consider/ponder”. A thoughtful and kind man, though hard for others to read. He can be a bit of an airhead and often gets lost in his own thoughts. He works as a professor of philosophy + ancient literature at a local university. Has a lot of published papers and often goes away to conferences and such. Is inept at cooking, so resorts to take-out when he and his son are left to fend for themselves (much to his mother-in-law and wife’s displeasure). Despite his bookish appearance + line of work, he’s quite into sports (particularly baseball, though basketball and golf come as close seconds). His wife has the ability to bring him out of his shell + also seemingly read his thoughts, which is why he fell for/noticed her to begin with when they met in college.

Kuroko Terumi 黒子テルミ (nee Mizumoto 水本) -

Tetsuya’s mother, whom he refers to as “Okaa-san” (equivalent of saying “mother”). Like her son, writes her given name in katakana, but in hiragana it’s written as 光海 and means “light” + “sea”. A cheerful, yet oddly invisible woman, she passed down her low presence to her only son. She and Nobutaka met when she moved across the country for university. She works for a publishing firm. She used to be very shy growing up which didn’t help with her invisibility, so ever since high school, she tries to make up for her low presence by being more expressive and out-going than the other members of her family, to rather moderate success. She’s well respected and rather high ranking at her job, which makes her busier than she would like to be for her son’s sake.

Mizumoto Yuuka (水本ユウカ) -

Tetsuya’s maternal grandmother and Terumi’s mother. Writes given name in katakana but in kanji its 佑寡 meaning “assistance” + “widow”. “Mizumoto” means “water” + “true”. Shortly after her husband died and sometime before her grandson was born, she came to live with her daughter and son-in-law to help around the house and has been with them ever since. She's an extroverted, affable woman and often has social gatherings with friends. Is a very good cook and makes meals for the whole family. Very self-sufficient and while not gone as frequently as her daughter and son-in-law, she's often taking trips with her friends. When she’s away, Tetsuya lives off of boiled eggs and MajiBurger, much to her displeasure, so she tries to plan meals in advance. Surprisingly tech savvy, so records all of Tetsuya’s broadcasted matches and keeps track of Seirin’s stats for the rest of the family when they can’t make it to a match (which is frequently since their jobs keep them so busy). Loves her grandson and has referred to him as Tsu-chan since birth.

Kuroko Tetsuya (黒子テツヤ) -

An only child. He inherited his looks and lack of presence from his mother and learned his calm nature from his father. His parents are very loving (with many family photo-filled scrapbooks lining their shelves and constant communication through text) but are workaholics and his grandmother is quite lively and social for her age, so he’s been fairly independent since early on. Though he doesn’t see them often, he gets along well with his paternal grandparents, despite them being startled by him often because of his lack of presence.

Kuroko Tsukimi (黒子月美) (nee Kokuyōseki 黒曜石) -

Tetsuya’s paternal grandmother, Tetsuya refers to her as “Obaa-san” (equivalent of saying “grandmother”). Her given name means “moon” + “beauty”. Her maiden name Kokuyōseki means “obsidian” (black stone). (a dark gemstone to represent her dark hair and formal upbringing/personality). She’s rather no-nonsense and holds tight to traditional values. Slightly estranged from her son and his family, but they keep in contact as frequently as they can through writing. She and her grandson get along when in each other’s company as she admires his good manners (which she helped instill in his early childhood, when she and her son’s family were closer). Lives in the countryside with her husband. Insists on writing her grandson’s name in kanji.

Kuroko Yoshiki (黒子吉城) -

Tetsuya’s paternal grandfather. His given name means “fortune” + “fortress”. A stoic, stern-faced man. He used to work for one of the oldest book printers in the country, but has since retired. The Kuroko family is known for their dark black hair that doesn’t fade, even in old age (though Tetsuya is the first to not inherit this trait, taking after his mother). Always watching some kind of documentary on a variety of random topics, which his grandson doesn’t mind joining in on when he comes to visit. Has a bad leg. Lives in the countryside with his wife. Wears the thickest lenses you've ever seen and often causes Tetsuya to worry about his own eyesight.

Mizumoto Tetsuhide (水本テツヒデ) -

A kind man who worked as a fisherman. Passed away shortly before his grandson was born. He liked to do magic tricks, something his widowed wife in-turn taught to their grandson. Given name in kanji is 哲偉 and means “philosophy” + “distinguished”. His grandson was named in honor of him. His daughter and grandson inherited his strange lack of presence.

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya #wannabeartw0w #knb fam

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dejwrites · 2 years

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DEBT, CHAPTER 10

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, smut is included in this chapter ➣ chapter summary: an engagement dinner party ends in a quite interesting way that leads to something new between toji and y/n.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @hellavile @protectpancakes @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrll @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + you can aslo read it on ao3 ]

YOU KNEW THAT YOU COULDN’T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BEST OF YOU TONIGHT. With the news that Asahi told you, you just wanted to curl into a ball. You were trying to tell yourself that your father wasn’t that much of a low life to do that, but when you met with Asahi he had that one look on his face. Even though you haven’t seen him in a while, you could still tell he wasn’t lying to you. He wasn’t the type of person to come up with a lie as huge as what he told you. You just couldn’t stop thinking about that last moment when your father called you that day. Was that moments before he was about to die? Maybe he was calling you to say his final goodbye.

As you were walking around the restaurant making sure everything was okay before people arrived, you felt like you were so out of it. You even tried calming your nerves with glasses of champagne while you placed name cards near everyone’s seat, but that didn’t help. So instead, you buried yourself into tasks you technically hired people for. The thoughts still were swirling around in your head constantly and you were afraid that fancy cooked meals and expensive alcohol were not going to tug this feeling away.

You sat down at the table in a popular ramen restaurant. You remember Asahi used to always bring you here after work because it was the only thing that would be open after your dreadful shifts. The both of you enjoyed ramen while he gracefully massaged your swollen feet under the table. You picked this location for a lot of reasons. For one, the two of you were familiar with this location. Then on top of that, it was in a district he controlled.

You glanced up seeing him walk into the restaurant. He saw you and waltzed over after saying hello to its owners. He also had a folder with him. He sat at the table with a sly grin on his face, “So much for going down memory lane huh?” He said with a chuckle as he picked up the menu.

“Cut the bullshit Asahi, you know what I’m here for.” You said as you looked at him.

“Fine.” He said with a sigh.

“So, start from the beginning. How the hell do you know my father?”

“Before I begin, do you want to order a bottle of sake or something?” Asahi asked. “What I’m about to tell you, you probably won’t believe it, but I have evidence to back it up.”

“Just get on with it, Asahi. I have an event to go to and I have to prepare for that.”

“Fine, suit yourself cupcake.” Asahi flipped open the folder and he started to pull out everything. “Your father was in debt, lots of it! I never really understood because he had a pretty decent factory job, but everyone has their own temptations you know. Mine is cars and pretty women. Your father’s temptation was sadly gambling. He went around different districts collecting money from these yakuza and loan sharks for his temptations and it went down from there. He even paid off some debt with loans from different yakuza gangs. Which was extremely dumb, but it’s whatever. You’re probably thinking, well Asahi you must have finally caught up with my dad and put him out of his misery.”

You rolled your eyes at the way he was telling the story.

“Well, that is semi-true. But, your father went to one last person to try to see if they could help with his debt and it wasn’t me.” Asahi explained as he pushed the photo towards you.

You leaned forward and saw a picture of the councilmen that Asahi mentioned to you at the charity ball. “I’m confused.”

“Your father was a very loyal worker to the councilman's son when he worked in that factory. Like very loyal, practically a fuckin’ lap dog. Not a good one though considering that they backstabbed him at the end, but they are key members of what I’m trying to explain.”

“But aren’t you associated with that councilman? Why should I trust you? You could just be a lap dog just as much as my father was,” You eyed him suspiciously before Asahi let out a loud laugh.

“I’m doing that to figure out where my twin sister is, silly.”

“Twin sister? You have never mentioned a twin sister to me like ever. Now that I remember, you hardly spoke about your family at all other than your mom.” You leaned back into your seat.

“We came here to talk about your father, not cut down the branches on my family tree.” Asahi sighed. “Now back to what I was saying. Y/N, everyone is crooked in Japan. No matter who controls what? What job occupation they have, just know they are crooked and the politicians are the most crooked ones.”

A bottle of sake was placed on the table along with some glasses. You watched as Asahi pulled some in the glasses and slid a glass towards you. “Take a shot because you’re going to need it.”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing the glass and drowning the alcohol. “Now continue because I don’t have all night.”

“Y/N, this councilman and his son are in charge of prostitution rings in Japan. They pay some gangs to keep the girls and guys in check, but they’re the puppeteer of it all. You may ask, where does your dad come in on this scandal? But your father was providing a large number of foreigners for them in exchange for them to pay off his debt with multiple yakuzas.”

You felt your heart drop in your chest and the most hideous knot form in your stomach. You grabbed the bottle of sake and pulled another drink of it, this time not being afraid to fill the glass up a little more than what Asahi first gave you. You took a long sip from the glass before placing it down. “What the fuck?” You asked out loud. “I just…he could have come to me. I would have fuckin’ helped him get out of this. Why would he stoop so low..”You felt your heartbeat quicken and your breathing grow uneasy.

“Woah there darling, take some deep breaths. I can stop talking about it if it’s too much.” Asahi stared at you with worry in his eyes.

“No! I need to know what else happened.” You said. You could feel your eyes burning with your tears of frustration.

“I managed to get to him before any other yakuza boss snatched him up off the streets. I didn’t know he was your father until he started blabbering about the prostitution shit,” Asahi explained. “He kept talking about how he was almost done with his quota for the councilman. Mind you, he was explaining this as he was scared shitless.”

Although you knew how this story was going to end—you still were anticipating how your father’s story came to a close.

“So as he’s rambling on with tears in his eyes and snot coming down his nose. He’s describing how he only had to give the councilman son personally— one more girl, one more foreigner and that that girl was you. The only reason I knew that was because he showed me a picture of you in his wallet pleading that if I take you to the councilman—I’ll get my money plus some. I just saw red and couldn’t stop Y/N.” Asahi took another shot and leaned back into his seat.

“Granted, we did drift apart and I stopped showing up leaving you into the dark with a lot of shit in my life. However, I couldn’t continue to visit you in the club knowing that I knew why your father was in debt, how he was about to clear all that debt away, and how I was the one who watched him take his last breath.” Asahi admitted. “That’s why I disappeared.”

“But he called me? He called me and he sounded frantic as if he was in danger.” You said.

“Well, he couldn’t have called you when he was with me. When I found him the only thing he had on him was his wallet. Maybe he called you before we found him 'cause he knew the one man who he thought he could trust threw him to the wolves,” Asahi shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t feel bad about killing him. He was going to sell you to clear his debt, how fuckin’ horrible do you have to be to force your daughter into something she doesn’t want to do.”

“Where is my father’s body?” You asked.

Frankly, with what you were hearing, your father didn’t even deserve the grave spot you reserved that was right next to your mother’s. He was better off where ever Asahi had thrown his body.

“It’s buried where no one can find it and that’s all you need to know. I’m sorry for hiding this away from you and I don’t want the burden of your father’s debt to be on you. So I went ahead and cleared his debt from my organization and paid off his debt with other yakuza branches that I have connections with.” Asahi explained.

“Asahi…”

“No, it’s okay. If you need help with the other debt your dad owes—let me know.” Asahi answered.

Just like that, Asahi collected his photos and such and left you at the table after paying for the bottle of sake you guys drank. You were stuck with the thoughts that your father was dead, some of his debt was paid off due to his cruddy crimes, and Asahi paid a good portion of it off.

Soon guests were arriving and you had to push everything you knew about your father to the back of your mind. You were going to try your hardest to mask your emotions for tonight. Even though you spent precious hours letting out soft sobs on your pillow trying to cope with what your father’s true intentions were. He was planning on selling you to a crooked politician to clear his debt. How selfish could he have been? You wanted to ask Asahi where he buried your father’s remains, just so you can spit on his grave out of anger. But tonight, as you said to yourself, was about a lovely couple that was celebrating such an amazing thing.

As more guests started to arrive and crowd up the restaurant, you were making sure that everything was picture-perfect. You glanced at yourself in a luxury restaurant mirror that was near the bathrooms rubbing your red lipstick-covered lips together. Despite the last-minute dress change, you looked very beautiful tonight. The nude-colored Versace strapless dress hugged your figure perfectly. You had many men that were in attendance heads turning to glance when you walked by them, but soon their eyes would avert elsewhere when they knew who you were.

“That’s Toji’s.” One would say.

“Yeah, he’s one lucky guy.” Another would add.

You didn’t even have the energy to correct them. You weren’t Toji’s. However, from the outside—it sure looked like you were his. When you walked into the meeting room where a lot of Toji’s business was handled, a lot of men graced you with respect. You weren’t sure if it was because Toji made it known that you should be respected, but you weren’t going to complain. You appreciate them for looking after you even though they most likely viewed you in the manner where Toji met you at. On a pole and in the skimpiest outfits that left little to the imagination.

“I just got word that the couple is on their way,” A person approached you and said.

“Okay, is everything ready? Has the chef started prepping for the appetizers? I need everything to be perfect.” You said.

“Yes, you can relax and have fun now. You did a wonderful job planning this for them.” One of the workers said with a smile.

When you mentioned the idea of the engagement party to Toji, from your knowledge you told him to let you handle everything. Toji being Toji just gave you his card and stated, ‘anything for Kento and Farahi’. You were never shy to collect Toji’s card, he usually insisted you did. You manage to book out the restaurant where Nanami and Farahi’s first fancy date was at. It had an open bar, an open dessert bar, and the best of the best with made-to-order food from an exclusive menu that Nanami helped create. You didn’t notice how tense you were until the worker urged you to relax. You let out a deep sigh before thanking the worker and eventually letting your body let loose. Finally, push the thought of your father out of your mind for tonight and focus on the party for Fahari and Kento.

Your YSL heels clicked against the freshly waxed floors as you saw a familiar duo you haven’t seen in a while. It didn’t shock you to find one of them at the dessert table. When you approached them, you would cross your arms over your chest. “Did you even eat dinner yet, Satoru?”

“Uhh—totally. Two glasses of champagne are enough.” Gojo joked as he smiled at you. His crystal blue eyes peeking at you through the shades that hang on the bridge of his nose.

Geto was sipping on some liquor as he was eyeing people around the room, “Can’t believe he’s getting married. Love is really in the air,” he sighs happily.

“Yeah, that means you two are next.” You nudged both of them since you wiggled your way in between them.

“I’m predicting it’s you,” Gojo says as he looked at you. His eyes stare at you then ahead.

“You think so?” You questioned. “I don’t see wedding bells in my future.”

“You also didn’t see any of this in your future either, so..” Geto’s voice trails off before he goes to sip at his liquor once again.

“That is true,” You sighed out now thinking about the fact that your life changed drastically. “How were the missions you guys were sent off to do? I missed you two so much. You guys missed it, Toji cooked for me.”

You watched Geto and Gojo stare at you most confusingly. Gojo finished the cake pop he was nibbling on and grabbed another glass of champagne to wash it down with, “Toji…cooked?” Gojo asked. “That’s hard to believe.”

“Yes.” You repeated.

“He hasn’t cooked in the kitchen since Megumi’s mother passed,” Geto uttered as he looked at you. Now it was his turn to nudge you, “You got our boss being all soft and shit,” He chuckles.

You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at Geto’s comment. You just felt that Toji’s feelings about you were going to change as soon as you get the courage to tell him about Asahi. You knew that Naoya most likely told him about your relationship with the leader of the Endo gang. This morning before you left to run errands and meet with Asahi, Toji was as quiet as ever while moving around the house. He didn’t even offer to drive you to your destination, just told you to pick up a set of car keys and take one of his cars. Was he disappointed in you for keeping something like this from him? Perhaps you hurt his feelings because he knew deep down why you would know Asahi. It wasn’t rocket science to piece the pieces together. You had to talk to him as soon as he arrived, but for now, you wanted to catch up with Gojo and Geto.

“How was the mission?” You nudge both of their sides trying to get some information out of them.

“Fuckin’ wonderful. You should have seen me, Y/N. I was a complete superstar in that meeting with this dude from a cartel in Brazil.” Gojo gloated. “Plus, I didn’t think my Portuguese was that good. But, good thing I paid attention being home-schooled.”

You grinned up at Gojo as you hugged his side, “I’m so proud of you. I’m sure all of this is going to pay off and your parents are going to be excited to hear that.” You said.

“I hope so, those guys down there surely can drink,” Gojo said as he remembered the faint memory of Geto and himself going out with some of the members.

“So, where do we sit?” Geto answered.

“Well, we’re at that table right there.” You pointed to the table that was closest to the tables where Fahari and Kento would be, alongside their families. “It’s you two, myself, Toji, a woman named Shoko, and Naoya.”

“You invited that piss-colored-haired idiot?” Gojo asked.

“He kinda invited himself and I told Kento I could just give him a different address and you know how he is….he just said it’s okay. As long as I keep my dog on the leash.” You said throwing your hands up. “He’s an okay guy, may say some questionable things, but he’s tolerable.”

Gojo and Geto stared at you as if you’d grown an extra pair of arms and a head. “I’m not sitting next to him.” Gojo quickly waltzed over to the table to switch the name cards around.

With you and Geto not far behind him, you started to speak once more. “He is the reason I finally got the closure I have on the situation with my dad. While you two were gone, we found out who's the head of the Endo gang.”

“Is your father dead? Are they responsible for his death? Let us know now and we’ll go get it back in—” Geto’s words were interrupted by you.

“It’s okay. I think I should tell everyone another time.” You said out loud. “Faharai and Kento don’t deserve their night ruined for something like this.” You forced a comforting smile on your face that you knew both the two men in front of you knew that smile as fake as ever.

They didn’t argue against your words, but they sat at their assigned seats after switching the cards around. Now you were sitting in between Naoya and Toji at the circular table. You sat down at the table to rest your feet, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing any slides to put on when the night would die down. “Have you guys talked to Toji? I left out before him to make sure this place was ready?”

“Yeah, he said he was on his way. Megumi puked on his shirt.” Geto answered. “But that was about fifteen minutes ago when I spoke to him.”

Your lips parted to speak, but when the couple of the evening arrived all eyes were on them. Rightfully so because Fahari and Kento complimented each other very well. You could feel how much they cared for each other just by the way their eyes twinkled brighter than the ring that was on Fahari’s finger when they looked at each other. The couple decided on color coordinating a dark red color, similar to an expensive bittersweet bottle of red wine. The couple walked into the restaurant with a huge smile on their face as the guests of the party started greeting them.

“They work so well together, you know?” Geto spoke up as he was fiddling with the fork that was on the table.

“They do, remember how nervous he was before their first date.” Gojo chuckled.

“So nervous he brought four different bouquets.” Geto snickered. “He was a nervous wreck.”

As Geto and Gojo were talking, you saw Toji arrived not too long after Faharai and Kento. You have to remind yourself to congratulate them once more, being engaged is something that should be celebrated. Especially in a cruel world that seems like it lacks love in the first place. Toji spotted you near the table and slowly started making his way through the crowd of people, a car seat in one hand and a diaper bag hanging from his shoulder. He finally approached the table with a slight smile. “Sorry, we’re late. He puked on my shirt.” He admitted as his head motioned down to little Megumi.

Your eyes traveled down at Megumi in the car seat gleefully kicking his legs and reaching out his arms for you to pick him up. You couldn’t help but smile, noticing that the Fushiguro boys were matching. Megumi even had a baby bow tie also. Toji had placed the car seat on one of the chairs and began to unstrap Megumi, who was gaining the attention of passing guests. Many of them were cooing at how adorable he looked in his attire tonight.

“Have you spoken to Naoya any time today? I can’t get in contact with him for some reason.” Toji said as he finally picked Megumi up from his car seat. The dark-haired baby now was admiring his newest environment while his father was holding him.

“I texted him asking him what time was he coming, but I didn’t get a response from him.” You admitted.

Was Naoya still upset over you knowing Asahi? It had to be that, but then again he would not just leave you in the dark. He’ll give you some half ass response as a text or even leave you on read before not responding to you at all.

“That’s odd, he told me what happened at the ball,” Toji admitted. His piercing green eyes watched as your expression changed.

“Toji, I can explain—“ Your words were cut off when you heard the squeal of Megumi's name.

Fahari had joined you two and she instantly could tell she had cut in a very odd time. She gave a smile at Toji and then at you and soon just scooped Megumi out of Toji’s off. You could tell Megumi was very familiar with her with the way his laughter was so loud when Fahari was blowing raspberry kisses on his cheek. “I’m stealing these two away, Toji. We’ll be back.” She says before smiling at him.

“Uh, okay. Just make sure he doesn’t get drool on his shirt,” Toji searched through the diaper bag and grabbed a bib to give to Fahari.

“We won’t be gone for long, I just need to get to know your friend some more. You know, a friend of yours is a friend of mine.” Fahari motioned for you to follow her as the two of you traveled further to the back of the restaurant that was meant for lounging.

You sat down on the soft chair letting out a sigh. You were grateful that Fahari interjected. You didn’t even have a clue about how you were going to tell Toji about your relations with Asahi. Frankly, you were going to wait until after the dinner party—but he had just had to bring it up at a moment like this.

“I just had to get you away from them guys.” Fahari chuckles. “That’s kinda the lifestyle when you’re with someone like Toji. It’s pretty nice to have another girl around here,” Fahari says as she was bouncing Megumi on her lap. “I don’t think we properly met yet, but I know so much about you. I’m Fahari.”

“I’m Y/N,” You said as you looked at her.

Why did it feel like you were being interrogated?

“I know who you are,” Fahari said in a stern and demanding voice causing you to swallow the nervous pit that formed in your throat.

Soon the woman burst into laughter, “Oh gosh, I’m joking with you, Y/N. I do know who you are, you’re the one who planned all of this.”

“No, your fiancé did.” You tried to lie but Fahari only chuckled.

“I know you did.” Fahari glances over at Nanami who was talking to Gojo and Geto. “If he did, he wouldn’t have looked so relaxed right now. He would be so worried that everything is perfect for me that he’ll look like he hasn't slept for days.” She chuckles. “Thank you. With what they do, we never actually have time for shit like this.”

“You’re welcome,” You smiled at her. “Someone has to be the example of a happy couple around here.” You joked.

“Oh, so you and Toji aren’t a thing? The way Nanami described it, you would think you two are fucking..” Fahari’s voice trails off before she looks at you.

You caught her drift immediately, “No, we’re not. Oh my god! No! I’m just helping him with some stuff.” You soon realized how crazy that sounded also.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Fahari chuckles. “As I said, any friend of Toji’s is a friend of mine. However, if you do anything that puts him and this little one in danger—I can’t guarantee that I’ll be as nice as I am right now.”

Your eyes met with Fahari’s and you would only nod. “I would never put them in harm's way. So, you don’t have to worry about anything. Frankly, after I’m done with what Toji wants me to—it’s best if I disconnect with them anyway.”

Fahari chuckles, “I said something similar when I found out about Ken’s occupation. A fuckin’ first lieutenant in a yakuza gang thought he was a literature professor or something. But, I just couldn’t leave him, you know?” Fahari shrugs. “Fuckin’ gangstas and their soft side, huh?”

Now it was you that was chuckling, with every dangerous man that had stepped into your life—they all showed a side to you that you were sure their enemies never saw. Perhaps, it was time for you to admit that you weren’t going anywhere. Although you were sure that the debt was slowly decreasing—you highly doubt Toji would even let you out of his sight once you tell him what your father's plan was. You were attached and hardly put up a fight to detach yourself.

“We should get back since I’m pretty sure they’re beginning to serve food.” Fahari would stand up leading the way back to the dining area of the restaurant. She returned Megumi to Toji so she could speak with her other guests, but before parting ways she says. “Be sure to get my number before you leave, I be needing some girl time around here.”

You smiled at her. “Same, do you know how awkward it is third wheeling with those two?” Your head motioned to Geto and Gojo and Fahari chuckled.

“I have picked drunken them up from a karaoke bar before so yes,” She chuckles before giving you a sly wave and going to the table that was meant for her and Kento.

When you took your seat, all of the guys turned to look at you. “What?” You questioned as you sipped at the glass of champagne that the waiter placed in front of you.

“Did you guys talk about Toji?” Gojo’s fork pointed at you.

“No, we talked about you.” You sarcastically said.

“Satoru, please give the woman some space. Plus, it’s none of your business.” A brunette woman sat down at the table.

Gojo rolled his eyes before he’s motioning between both you and this woman. “Y/N, this is Shoko. Shoko, this is Y/N.”

Shoko would give you a sly grin, “The gang’s neighborhood doctor, sadly.” She forces a fake smile before grabbing Geto’s glass of champagne and chugging it.

“You could have got your own!” Geto spoke up.

“Doctor? So, you also work in a hospital?” You asked.

“Occasionally, I do travel and work in hospitals. But for now, I have my own private practice,” Shoko says. “You know, for people at this table.” She adds.

“Shoko has stitched me up too many times,” Toji nudges you lightly with a grin.

“And I’m so glad since you had Megumi that you have toned down getting hurt. You’re already pushing retirement home age, don’t need you to get there any quicker by getting stabbed again.” Shoko says as she glanced at the menu for dinner tonight.

“Stabbed!” You exclaimed as you looked at Toji.

“It’s a very long story,” Toji says. “I’ll tell you the story and even show you the scar another time.” He had placed Megumi’s pacifier in his mouth.

“I remember that night, he didn’t even know he had the damn knife in his back,” Gojo says.

“That was because of the adrenaline,” Shoko adds.

Time went on and dinner was served to the guests. Nanami and Fahari stopped at the table countless times to talk to you guys, but they always were tugged away to accept gifts from their family and friends. You found yourself talking to Shoko more while the guys were socializing. Of course, Megumi soaked up a lot of the attention from the guest—especially when Gojo had the baby with mashed potato stains on his face after he ate. The more Shoko talked, the more you learned about the many stories of different gang members coming to her all banged up or cut up. She even told you about how she had to remove a bullet from one of Toji’s men while they were speeding down the freeway towards her private practice.

The sound of tapping on a glass gained everyone’s attention. All heads turned to look at the main table where Fahari and Kento’s family were at. There the two stood holding hands with huge smiles on their faces. You were hoping each gang member in the room was soaking up this moment—it was rare having Nanami smile around the gang. He always had that serious look that meant he was here for business and no games. Fahari held the mic one of the workers gave to her

“We would like to announce that we’re expecting our first child together,” Fahari said in the mic with a smirk that lit up the room. “I’m excited for this new journey in our lives and I can’t wait to meet our little bundle of joy,” She says before placing the mic down.

The room erupted in cheers and clapping as Nanami tugged Fahari in for a long loving kiss that caused everyone to cheer even louder. Soon a crowd gathered around them to congratulate them on the soon-to-be journey of being parents.

“Wow,” You said out loud. You knew Fahari was pregnant already, but you just loved seeing everyone happy for the couple.

But it was something that Shoko said that caused you to raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

“I wonder if this means, Kento has a way out,” Shoko said as she was twirling around her box of cigarettes on the table.

“A way out?” You asked.

“Yeah, once you have a kid—Toji gives you the option to step down and leave the gang.” Shoko would sigh. “I’m going to go smoke if the others ask.”

AS THE NIGHT WENT ON OF WATCHING FAHARI AND KENTO’S LOVE, you sat at the table just looking around at everyone. You were grateful for the new people that you have met within these weeks. You had a bond with Geto and Gojo. You saw Kento in a new light now that you’ve discovered he was such a lover boy. You met Shoko who was more behind the scenes and only was needed when a member got hurt and she was perfectly okay with it. Naoya didn’t even show up, which you were disappointed with considering the pleading you did on his behalf. Now that you thought about it, Naoya hasn’t texted or called you to do his daily flirting. Which wasn’t like him at all. Hopefully, he had just partied a little too much the previous night and was sleeping off his hangover.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you could feel someone’s presence next to you. While you push around pieces of the half-eaten chocolate-covered strawberries you were nibbling on, soon when you got a whiff of that familiar Dior cologne—you knew who was sitting next to you. Toji took the seat next to you as the night was winding down in the restaurant. His black tie was undone as he was doing the same thing as you, observing and taking in everyone's demeanor.

It was the first time he saw his gang relax. He watched as Kento was holding Megumi while Farahi was causing Megumi to shriek with the most adorable laughs. The woman used a napkin to collect any drool that was coming out of Megumi’s mouth to prevent his outfit from getting wet. “They’re going to make wonderful parents.” You said out loud as you watched the couple.

“Of course, they are,” Toji says as he looks at you and then back at the engaged couple.

You could feel that he had his arm around the back of your chair. You glanced over at him letting your head rest on your hand, “Did you have fun tonight?” You asked.

Toji looked at you pushing his chair further towards you and closer to the table, “I did actually. I think everyone deserved a night like tonight. Especially considering what’s to come,” Toji says bluntly.

“I know.” You sighed as you thought about Asahi once more. Your skin heated up instantly out of anger about the situation once again.

“But just know I won’t let him hurt you,” Toji adds. “I’m not sure what’s the relationship between you two and frankly I don’t give a damn. It’s in the past for a reason and we’re keeping it that way.” He found himself rambling on. It could have been the little bit of liquor he sipped on finally hitting his larger frame.

“I got you, Y/N,” Toji adds.

Although you were aware that Asahi would never hurt you. He killed your father to protect you, after all. You couldn’t help but smile at Toji. “You got me?”

“Mhm,” Toji hummed as his eyes looked at you. He was so busy with making sure Megumi was okay that he didn’t even get to gawk at how beautiful you looked tonight. From the way, the sheer dress hugged your features to the way the red lipstick you had on went well with your complexion. You were driving him crazy tonight. Or was it because of the alcohol?

“Hm, I’m starting to think you’re getting attached here, Mr. Fushiguro.” You responded before taking the strawberry on your plate and finally taking a bite of it.

Toji inched a little closer this time the scent of him had you trapped. “You haven’t complained yet about it. I know I said it’s not smart for us to get attached but I have noticed something.” He looks into your eyes.

“And that thing is?” You asked.

“You’re single. Naoya is single and obviously interested in you, but you shut him down every time. Then it’s your not-so-mysterious relationship with Asahi.” Toji explained. “Starting to think you’re just as attached as me.” Toji leaned over letting the pad of his thumb rub the chocolate from the chocolate-covered strawberry you were eating off the corner of your lip. He soon placed the same thumb in his mouth lapping up the smudge of chocolate that was once on your lip.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of his words or his actions. The feeling of being hot with rage due to thinking about Asahi was now replaced with being hot for Toji. Frankly, what he said was true. You were as attached to Toji as he was to you.

You had finished your glass of champagne before pushing yourself from the table. You tugged your dress down before walking in the direction of the bathroom. You turn around to meet Toji’s eyes and you watch his face glow a bright red before he’s finishing off his drink also. You smirk before going into the bathroom. Even the bathroom in this restaurant reeked of richness. You pushed each stall door open, being sure that no one was in there because you were positive that Toji followed behind you.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You weren’t sure if it was alcohol you consumed, your feelings for Toji, or if you just wanted this moment to make you forget what your father did. Just wait until Farahi hears about this, your talk from earlier—the woman already suspected some hidden feelings between yourself and Toji. You would let the cold water run over your hands as you thought that maybe you were dreaming. However, when you saw Toji sliding into the bathroom door and being sure to lock it—you knew you weren’t dreaming. You would grab a paper towel to dry your hands quickly before you’re looking at him, your lips parting to speak but soon his lips crash upon yours in a flash. The taste of the liquor he was drinking lingered on his lips causing you to be even more intoxicated by his kisses. You could feel your back pressed against the edge of the row of sinks in the bathroom and Toji didn’t waste any time lifting you to place you on the sink. He took comfort in the space in between your thighs and the kiss didn’t break just yet.

You could feel his hands lingering up the dress you were wearing causing it to rise just a bit more. He even inched closer just so you could feel his clothed bulge upon your folds in your panties. “Let’s just do it already.” You moaned out when you felt Toji’s lips trailing kisses down your neck.

Red lipstick staining his plump lips, Toji did what he was told. He undid his pants and soon could feel how loose they were around his waist. He’s digging into his Calvin Klein briefs to tug out his member and he chuckled seeing your reaction.

“Jeez, I see how Megumi was created,” You uttered, your eyes glancing down at the dick that stood hard and ready to feel you clutching around him.

“Don’t let the size scare you, you’re a big girl and you’re going to take this dick, right?” Toji uttered as he inches his face closer to yours.

His words and tone of lust were a complete panty soaker. He would tug your panties to the side and he let his fingers glide across your pussy lips. The feeling of your sleek staining his fingertips caused him to go feral. He grabbed ahold of his cock and let his tip tease you as he brushed it against your drooling entrance. “Look at that, I barely touched you and you’re so wet for me doll,” Toji says.

“Toji.” You whined as your hips bucked for some form of friction. “Stop the teasin’.”

“Why? Isn’t that what you've been doing all along?” Toji asked.

He didn’t even give you time to answer before he’s trapping you with a lust-filled kiss once again. But this time you were forced to moan into his mouth as you felt Toji fill you up with his cock bit by bit. The pornographic wet sound that was heard when he finally bottoms down fully inside you caused you to break apart the kiss to let out a moan.

“I told you—you fit so perfectly around me,” Toji emitted. The intense feeling of you clutching around him was causing him to go insane and soon he’s grasping at your thighs to move his hips further towards yours.

Your head fell back to be met with the glass mirror and that didn’t stop Toji from his brash thrusts that were tugging you closer to the edge. The grip he had upon your thigh was so tight that you knew it was going to leave a bruise, but you didn’t care. You were so into the moment that Toji could leave as many marks on you as possible and you wouldn’t care. You weren’t sure what possessed you to cross this line with Toji, especially the running thought of not wanting to get attached to him. However, with the chilling thoughts of what your father was doing—you wanted to drown your sorrows away. No matter if it was with liquor and just sex, you didn’t want to think about your father, his horrible actions, and his death.

Within the minutes of Toji being in between your legs mushing his hips forward to feel the wonderful feeling of your pussy clenching around him. You weren’t even sure how many times you had cum. Your thighs quivered as soon as he removed his dick covered in your essence. Desperation lingered on your face as you ached for more, such eagerness for Toji to fill you up again that your hands went in between your thighs to put back in. You heard Toji chuckle before he’s pinning your hands above your head. You could feel the coolness of the mirror on the back of your hand.

“Stop rushing, I want you to savor the moment.” Toji hummed as he used his free hand to prompt your leg upon his shoulder.

You were completely vulnerable to what was to come. He soon used his hand to guide his cock back towards your drooling entrance. His fat mushroom-shaped tip brushed against your pussy and Toji felt your body tense up. “Just relax, you took me so well the first time.”

Toji was shoving himself back inside you bit by bit and slowly just to push you further to the edge of your orgasm you had lost count of.

“Look how well you’re taking me, like the pretty girl you are.” Toji groaned through the lewd sound of your skin slapping against each other.

You were curious to look in between the gap in your bodies. You felt lightheaded seeing the way Toji’s cock looked inside you. It was a beautiful sight considering how thick Toji’s dick was, but also terrifying due to how girthy his cock was to even be able to fit inside of you.

“I’m so close,” Toji spoke while rocking his hips at a rhythmic pace.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to moan out such words. But it just stuttered out like a broken record that kept repeating itself. Your walls fluttered around his cock while exhaustion finally hit your body. You could tell that Toji was feeling the same way. His eyebrows furrowed together and his face was as red as a tomato, he was about to cum.

“Cum in me.” You moaned out. “Let it all out Toji.” You said through moans.

Toji didn’t argue against your wishes. He gladly let it all out. Thick warm ropes of cum shot inside you you just in time for Toji to trap your loud moan of his name. His tongue forced its way down your throat wanting to taste you through his mind-blowing high of being inside you. You were too addicting to Toji and he loved to admit that he hadn’t felt this way in a while. His strokes were slow and hesitant before he finally pulled out. His skin felt so hot as he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair.

It took a couple of seconds for you to finally gain your composure. You hopped down from the sink to clean yourself up although you could feel Toji’s cum inside of you. Toji was also cleaning himself up collecting his thoughts just like you.

“We should make a stop at a convenience store before we go home.” You admitted as you turned to him. You started to fix his clothes for him, slowly tucking in his button-down shirt in his pants and soon buckling his pants.

“It was the bliss of the moment,” Toji sighed happily as his hands found their way to your waist.

“This changes everything, you know?” You questioned as your eyes glanced up to meet with Toji’s.

“Are you saying this because of your former relations with him or?” Toji asked. His question trailed off as he waited for your answer.

“Are you asking this question because you think I’m going to go back to Asahi?” You questioned.

Toji kissed his teeth at your question. He hated to admit that Asahi’s name leaving your lips after such an intense moment made him feel jealous. “Are you?” His hands dropped from your waist in disappointment.

“You asking me this after we just had sex is insane.” You snickered. “I’m not interested in Asahi, I can’t say the same for him. But like you said, I’m just attached to you as you are to me.”

“I have to compete with him and Naoya? You’re killing me, Y/N.”

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Rules of the Game- Chapter 19

A little of everything this chapter- fluff, angst and smut! Hopefully you find something you came for 😅

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Chapter 19- A Gentle Touch

You and Al both laid silently on the mattress together for a while after the reconciliation. It still felt a little strange, both a little hesitant after being detached for so long. And, of course, the elephant in the room- you were still technically a prisoner in this house, Al’s secret possession he was keeping from the outside world.

As the minutes ticked by, though, your bodies thawed, the glacial barrier that had formed between you both beginning to fissure. Your bodies melted into each other, entwining into one. His strong, protective body curled around your back. His arm draped softly over your waist, rubbing soft lines against your tingling stomach. His winsome, maskless face buried comfortingly in your neck, lightly kissing at your skin. Your grieving tears had all but dried, and springing from you both now was a warm understanding of your reinstated relationship.

The only thing dampening the bliss of this renewed connection was the ugly thought of the knife hidden menacingly below you (you'd made sure to recline on that side of the mattress, lest Al feel the tangible weapon of your deceit). You always had an inclination you'd pick the path of acceptance, and it was only your own stubbornness that had prolonged your icy detachment for longer than necessary. But still, you had needed a backup plan, in case you had chosen to try and fight or escape your captor. And now look what you had to show for it. The knife that beckoned to be taken from the kitchen now taunted you from its hiding place underneath your pillow. A blade of selfish betrayal that felt like a stab in the gut without even being wielded. You wondered what would be damaged more by its discovery- Al’s trust in you or your own skin- he would inevitably use the knife on you if he ever found out. He can’t find out- for both of your sakes.

Pushing these tainted recollections away, you allowed your hazy thoughts to drift back to Al. His reaction was not so surprising- he’d been trying for days and days to win back your affections. But the removal of his mask, the reveal of his unconcealed face- now that had stunned you. He had laid himself bare for you, but you had sensed it was a painful decision; he had looked so… vulnerable when he had unclasped the false visage and shown his true countenance to you in full.

The masks were not simply a way for him to play the part of that monster that he was trying to tame. He’d worn them every day, obfuscating his face during both his good moods and his bad. You figured his shame ran deep in his veins, even though not every part of him was infected by that beast. Your stomach twinged from the pity you felt for him. Did he want to hide from you forever? You, who knew him better than anyone else on this Earth? Even now, he’d shielded his visage from you, nestling into your neck and hair, holding you from behind- was that to avoid your intrusive glares? You expected him to don the masks again. Perhaps someday, he would abandon them entirely. But it would certainly take time for him to relinquish them, feel comfortable in his own skin.

You were correct in your assumptions. He’d started to shift behind you, giving you a soft kiss on the temple before you felt him turn away, hearing him buckling the mask into place and rising from your shared bed. You lingered on your side a little longer, allowing him privacy during this solitary moment. By the time you’d turned and sat up on the mattress, the mouthless lower half was in place and the devilled horns had returned to their usual spot. You hoped your smile would convey understanding of his need to wear them still.

“Sorry I have to go so soon.” You saw how mournful his eyes looked, wishing he could stay with you. Regretful that your reunion had to be cut short. “I’m already gonna be late for work, but we have time to talk later, ok dove?” The return of that affectionate nickname scintillated inside your chest.

“That’s ok. I have the books you gave me,” here you rose to stand beside him “See you tonight Al.” You stretched on tip-toes, planting a quick kiss against the smooth, expressionless mask, unsolicited but clearly not unwelcome. As if the touch of your lips might melt away the plastic, leaving his skin, his lips, free for you to brush against your own. It didn’t feel the most natural thing (certainly not as instinctive as kissing his real cheek), but if you were going to try and make this work you knew you’d have to push through the foreignness of your restored intimacy. Al clearly appreciated your efforts. His palm moved to your face, his thumb caressing the white scar on your cheekbone- that old familiar gesture so warm and reassuring now, his atonement paid for inflicting the scar a lifetime ago.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, Y/N.” With those sweet words still echoing in your ears, he tore himself reluctantly away and left, closing the door softly. You watched it lock with that familiar thud and click.

The basement cell you once thought of as claustrophobic, suffocating, suddenly felt all too large and empty in your isolation. Turning back into the room, your thoughts and your gaze directed themselves to that execrable knife. You stormed over to the wall where the broken black phone was bolstered, planting yourself down to fish out the knife from the top corner of the mattress. As you extracted the blade from the mattress’ stuffing like a rotten tooth, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. What the hell were you thinking? It wasn’t needed; you’d recanted your choice to fight Al, instead choosing the road that veered in the opposite direction. You had to get rid of it.

The only place you could think to hide it effectively was in the toilet tank. Wielding the knife in your furiously clenched fist, you stomped round to the bathroom area. Resting the knife on the toilet seat, you heaved the heavy lid from the tank with some difficulty, placing it onto the floor with a loud, echoing clang. About to drown the blade in the murky water, a small, sudden voice within you forced your hand to stay resolutely clamped shut. What if you needed it? You faltered. Looking down at the knife, its serrated edges, its sharp point, you understood the potential need for its continued existence in your precarious situation.

It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility to imagine Al flipping out, rampaging and foaming at the mouth due to some misbehavior on your part. And you thought it entirely possible that you might erupt in a similar fashion in retaliation to his crazed outbursts. You’d evidenced it before, and though you weren’t innately manic like Al could be, you’d been through enough trauma to know you could devolve into a wild animal just like him. In that (hopefully only theoretical) scenario, the knife could prove useful. It scared you, but it was a truth you might have to face.

You replaced the tank lid, huffing with exertion by the time you returned to the mattress. You forced the knife even further into the mattress’ innards, deep at the bottom. Testing out its new position, you found you were unable to feel it even sat atop where it lay. Al wouldn't be able to feel it, and he wouldn’t search, right? Although this room was a prison cell in nature, Al had no suspicions of hidden contraband within the walls of the basement.

It used to be your confusion and your turbulent emotions came from Al- his violent tendencies, his cryptic mind games. His seesawing personalities that kept you second guessing his every move, veering between silly and sinister in the same jagged breath. Now, your torment came from emotions you’d wrought yourself. Without the dark allurement of the knife on your mind, you thought about how truly easy it could be to slip into the rose-tinted world of your captor.

You knew you could forget things if you tried hard enough. You’d forced yourself to forget about the darkest side of Al- twice, in fact. And those things were more terrible than the secret you were harboring under your bed. You could forget the existence of the blade, forget your transgression of stealing it, forget the guilt caused by tricking him. Forget that slender temptation to one day use it…

If thoughts of the surreptitious blade fogged rain clouds in your mind, at least they were alleviated by sunny thoughts of Al. You were almost sure you’d made the right choice- look at the trust you’d built so quickly! He’d taken his mask off (if only for a fleeting moment). He had held you, and you had silently forgiven each others’ misdeeds, the pains you’d inflicted on the other (yes, you truly did feel bad about the emotional turmoil you’d subjected him to). There were some things best forgotten, locked up entirely, a closed vault in the back of your mind. It was up to a higher power to judge the sins of Albert Shaw, you had decided.

With this strategy in mind, you barricaded those thoughts from the forefront of your mind, allowing yourself to focus on only the pleasant parts of him, and you whiled away your lonesome day thinking about him. Every part of him you’d decided to embrace. You don’t know how you would’ve explained to anyone (Al included) if they’d opened the basement door to you touching yourself, thinking about your captor in the most shamefully lascivious way possible. How else might the lonely hours have passed otherwise?

When your next blissful orgasm came, it was from Al’s touch.

He visited you that evening after work, apologizing for leaving you for so long as he sat across from you at the bottom of the mattress. Clearly, he was elated that you’d given yourself back over to him, bringing you takeout pizza for dinner alongside the usual soda. He had worn the mask with the wide grin, obviously still guarded as to how much of himself he would present to you. But he hadn’t displayed that false smile in so long, it felt like a welcome reprieve from the unreadable blank slate he’d worn during your estrangement.

You could sense how nervous Al was as you ate, eyeing those little movements you’d come to recognize in him through your prolonged exposure to all manner of emotions inside his troubled self. Aside from not eating with you, his crossed legs bounced almost imperceptibly, but his hands gave him away- his thumbs rubbing up and down his fingers repeatedly as if strumming an invisible melody into thin air. Though you noticed, you pretended not to: instead you ate in silence, giving him small, encouraging smiles between bites.

Once you’d pushed away the box of crusts and crumbs, you looked expectantly towards Al. This would be it, right? The ultimate proof of your reconciliation. He gazed back at you, but looked hesitant. Did he think you didn’t want this? And did that thought make him question taking you in such a way? The idea that he had shown restraint was endearing, but felt foreign. That’s not who Al was. You felt a strange sense of pity that he hadn’t asked, or even taken what he saw as his. You would give yourself over to every part of him, each impulse and urge that ignited and burned within him. You’d just have to light the spark yourself.

You moved to a kneel and crawled forward on the mattress, stopping in front of Al’s sitting form. He didn’t move. Steeling yourself to stop your hands from trembling, you undid each button on your shirt before slipping it off your frame, exposing yourself fully to him. He remained still, though you saw his broad chest undulating underneath his own shirt, his quickening breath a signal that you were making the right choice, for both of you. Gripping his twitching hand in yours, you led it to the mark that bore his name, and his hand finally moved of its own accord, fingering the raised scar that read ‘Al’. Feeling that mark that symbolized your belonging to him, urging him to take anything he wished from you.

“I told you, Al. I’m yours.” Your breath caught in your throat, his touch sending currents of static from the scar’s surface to the rest of your yearning body.

The retraction of his hand fizzled out those sparks, until you realized he was moving to unclasp his mask- only the bottom half this time. Placing it on the floor beside him, he faced you again, the corners of his mouth only hinting at a smile. You both sat motionless for a moment, until he pounced. With an animalistic roar, he pushed your back onto the mattress, holding your wrists on either side of your head. But the growl he’d emitted, the hold he had on your wrists- it wasn’t dangerous, it was that playful side of him freeing itself from his initial hesitancy. His crooked smile gleamed down on you, and you laughed from deep within your stomach. You were his, and he was going to enjoy what came next. As were you.

He kissed your mouth first, hungry after so long away from you. You welcomed him, your tongues entwining and your amorous moans lost in the echo of the other’s. Wet kisses continued down your neck and chest as Al shifted down, his hands still securing yours, even though you wanted to touch him- his exposed face, his powerful chest, his hardening manhood you felt against your thigh.

He finally had to release your hands as he swiftly jerked down your sweatpants and panties, leaving your entire naked form exposed below him. As he lurched back up to kiss your mouth again, your free hands moved to unbutton his shirt instinctively, and he allowed you to fumble as he peppered kisses on your mouth, cheeks and neck. With the last button undone, he shrugged out of the shirt, freeing his huge torso and bulky arms. You were practically drooling at Al’s pendulous body hanging over your own.

His adept fingers slid into your wetness easily, and you jerked forward at the heavenly sensation of him, pressing yourself into his solid chest, hands clamoring and clawing at his back as he coaxed out your blissful orgasm. His fingers curled and pumped, his thick digits inside of you just like the first time he’d touched you there and made you feel that thrill that no-one else had gifted you before.

It hardly seemed fair that you’d had you fill (literally) and Al hadn’t, and your hand moved to free his cock, but he softly pushed you back onto the mattress.

“Not tonight, dove. It’s all for you.”

White dots danced in your vision and you allowed yourself to fall back into your pillow. His tone was deep and rich, sweet as candy and you feasted on his words, savored their deliciousness as you discerned the sound of his zipper- you were craving the same sweetness in your own core now. He slid in, and you once again melted at his touch, the pressure inside you joining the sweet caresses and magic touches he applied to your body- seemingly everywhere all at once. Too much but never enough. Your arms moved between his muscular arms and shoulders, needing every part of him, and your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you. It was slow and delicious like honey, both of you reaching your peaks in a lucious, shared moan.

He pulled out slowly, his nectar seeping shamelessly from your core. He rolled to your side and you both lay there together in your syrupy afterglow, chests heaving. Al made his usual gesture to thumb the scar below your eye, your cheeks candy-apple red at his touch. He kissed your forehead tenderly and you nodded your head into his chest. With scarcely a word between you, the reconnection felt truly complete, and you floated into sleep on a cotton candy cloud of satisfaction.

You awoke some time in the small hours, Al having already left after wrapping you in the blanket. You located your discarded shirt and panties and re-dressed (though Al had taken your sweatpants- obviously he saw them as too great an obstacle). It was good again, between you and Al. But a strange feeling clawed at you, like something was wrong. It wasn’t the knife- so what was this curious sensation that laced the sweetness of the night with a slightly bitter aftertaste? You pondered this a short while, although thoughts of Al helped lull you back to your candy-coated dreamstate.

The next few days breezed by in a pastel cloud of gentle euphoria. If felt like each spare moment Al had to spend with you, he did. The only exception was at night, where he’d lay with you until you drifted to sleep, melting into a starlit reverie in his arms. You’d wake alone, aware that he had kept himself awake to slip out only once you were in a deep, tranquil slumber. You wondered how long he’d watched your deep breaths and low moans as you lay in his arms. How many soft touches on your skin he’d allowed without your knowledge.

Being led upstairs more often was a welcome change compared to the old routine. You felt so invigorated being able to wash your body and change clothes more frequently- though it had become an unspoken rule that Al washed and brushed your hair during your bathroom rendezvous. He hadn’t shared the tub with you (yet), though it didn’t mean he forgot about pleasuring his little thing, the sight of your naked body too tempting to leave untouched. His hands swam through the water to your heat, the stimulation of your bundle of nerves at his fingertips was as thrilling and gratifying as ever. The sight of your writhing body, slick with water usually resulted in you being scooped out of the tub, Al easily slipping himself into your core as he licked your breasts and kissed your collarbone, thrusting up into you against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall.

The week or so after you’d decided to accept Al instead of fighting back was the nicest he’d been to you (and you to him) since you’d first arrived here- perhaps months ago now. So then, why did that gnawing sensation continue to pervade your thoughts? Why did something feel inexplicably…off?

Your relationship felt almost like before when things had been good, although there was a marked difference. Or, literally, an unmarked one. During your most recent intimacies, Al had been careful not to be rough. Not that you hadn’t adored his soft touches, how he reverently coaxed pleasure after pleasure from your body. But you had found yourself wanting. You pictured his nails raking down your stomach, his teeth digging into your delicate flesh, his big hands harshly gripping your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly. Where you once cringed at the marks he would inflict, there came a realization that you wanted Al to wreak havoc on your unbroken skin, for your body to play host to all manner of bruises and cuts and marks. Your mind flashed to that paradoxical alliance of pain and pleasure, two sides of the same coin. You craved, no- needed both, and so did Al. The clarity hit you all at once: you felt as you did about Al because of his dark, sadistic passions, not despite them.

But he hadn’t initiated that sinful game. You presumed he didn’t want to hurt you so soon after reconciling. After all, it was his frenzied rage, his untethered violence that had formed so much of the rift between you. But pain had always been a part of the game, and you’d agreed to play by his rules. It was how it worked, plain and simple. And you had followed the rules so far. If he played the game, took charge, it gave the illusion that the choice wasn’t your own at all: you were merely his thing, his pet that he could treat as he saw fit. You could kid yourself that you were a blameless participant of the game and slip into it guiltlessly. Your logic was becoming as flawed as Al’s, but you found yourself melting into acceptance like a candle yielding to a flame.

Your acceptance of these dark appetites had been a literal lifeline. Al had kept you because you satisfied his perversions. When your own gratification later came from those same perversions, he had promised to keep you safe, forever. You’d suffered enough that you deserved this hedonistic existence, didn’t you?

You were allowing yourself to block out any shame that accompanied these feelings, and it felt so tantalizing. If your thoughts of his painfully beautiful machinations were so electrifying, it would pale in comparison to the real thing. Your stomach twisted into knots that only his touch could untangle. Like before, when you had initiated the game, you would have to show him you were ready, willing to play Naughty Girl once more.

Al readied himself to leave you the following evening, having watched you eat and stayed a while to talk. It was mainly about you- as it usually was. He was particularly interested in your favorite things- books; movies; music. It felt nice to talk to plainly, reminisce about things you enjoyed- maybe Al was planning more gifts? In your enthusiasm to talk, you’d almost forgotten your plan. But as he gathered up the plate and cutlery and glass bottle on the tray and began to turn towards the exit, you jumped up, standing to attention. If Al was confused by your action, tilting his body to see what you were up to, his bewilderment was increased when you snatched the empty soda bottle from the tray.

His eyes flicked up to yours, the tell-tale pivot of the mask indicating his continued puzzlement. Without tearing away your gaze, you threw the bottle purposefully to the stone floor, unblinking and as expressionless as Al’s blank mask as the glass shattered into thousands of pieces at your feet. Like a petulant child throwing their toys from their stroller- though it would end more than just a light spanking. Al looked dazed for just a second after your insolent act before you perceived that black hunger obscuring his azure eyes, his pupils dilating widely in lustful awareness of your performance. He nodded curtly, adopting that low, guttural growl as he spoke:

“So, my naughty girl is back and wants to play, hmm?”

You stayed resolutely silent, your eyes boring into his, just as dark and wanton as Al’s. For the longest time, you pictured yourself as a foil to him, his dark nature contrasting with your innate goodness. That might still be true, but in this moment, you were his mirror image, a copy, his eyes reflected exactly in yours. You were more alike than you’d ever realized.

Al left swiftly, closing the metal door with the familiar thud. It was not followed by the usual click of the lock. He had accepted your devotion to the game’s continuation. You were his once more, completely at the mercy of him, to do with as he pleased. You’d never felt more alive.

She’d asked. Again. Al was overjoyed the first time she’d asked to play willingly, but after the shattering of the trust they had built before, he really was stunned.

He had been holding back, being purposefully gentle to ease Y/N back into the intimacy after such a sudden and prolonged disruption. If keeping her happy meant never playing Naughty Girl, he would have done it, or at least have tried to hold out for as long as possible. He hadn’t been reduced to begging, or (God forbid) him being forced to take it from her, willingly or otherwise. He hated this fact- that he might have played the game regardless. He’d had no need to control those urges before she came. It was who he was- The Grabber. He grabbed. Kidnapped. Killed. He wasn’t well versed in controlling his passions, until she came along. Tantalizing as she was, he would have been patient, imprisoning his own compulsions in order to satisfy the sweet prisoner in his basement.

He had adored the hours spent with Y/N since they’d kissed and made up, and some of his release had been allowed- he could hold her, fuck her, claim her as his. But it had fallen short, as if some vital ingredient was missing. He knew it. Even if she was satisfied, he hadn’t quite reached that peak. He hoped she wasn’t playing Naughty Girl for his sake only, placating him to keep him happy. Al suspected this wasn’t the case, that she wanted to fulfill her own dark little fantasies too. The wicked acts that she’d grown to crave by his hand- his lecherous little thing, his sweet Naughty Girl.

It all felt strangely familiar, sitting there in the kitchen. The déjà vu of her deliberate misbehavior, him waiting for her to ascend the stairs to her deserved punishment. Though he’d not coaxed it out of her this time. He’d let her lead- he never thought he would allow such a transgression- but if she’s willing to play, he doesn’t see the harm of her having a little control. With a purposeful disobedience: a broken bottle, a cheeky remark- she’ll give the signal to play, then she’s at the mercy of his command. That dark lust within him would always be ready to play, just as it was now. Al had missed the feel of the taut leather in his hand, fantasizing about all the ways he would service his dove, what pains and pleasures he would wreak on her body.

#the black phone #black phone fanfic #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #the grabber #albert shaw x you #albert shaw x reader #slasher fandom

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The Goddess tied our fate (2/2)

Chapter 2 : At Last We're Finally Together

Author Note : I want Arthur and Ammit to wreck my ass at the same time so there you go Ammit fucking you using Arthurs body and somehow lowkey forced you both into an intercourse. Also Post-asylum Harrow

Summary : Your Internship has ended, adding a worth experience note in your work cv. Despite all the treatment you gave to Arthur, including fulfilling his lust almost every night, his goddess wasn't still satisfied.

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Ammit/Reader/Arthur Harrow

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Ammit, You (reader)

Tags and Warning : Dubcon, Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man/Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, hair pulling, using threats, trespassing, yandere coded, possessive, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Words : 4045

Available on Ao3 as well

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You packed your stuff in your room, one of the few last things to do here. Your internship was over and the hospital was satisfied with your work. Especially in handling Arthur and had calmed his episodes of misery, they praised you for your hard job. The fact that they have no idea how you do that was a miracle. He was declared to be legally sane, though you doubted that. Somehow you wondered if they manipulated his data to cover up the true suffering he had deep inside. He was still sick, but he was good at masking it. He may look fine but the reality was the contrary. He was still far from being okay.

However, considering at least half of the hospital staff were his followers, judging from them having similar sigil on their wrist, maybe they would handle him even if he was away from the hospital. You decided to let them do their job, it would make your head dizzy thinking how complex it could be. Besides they must need their goddess inside him. Just for both her and his sake they took them away from the public world.

No fund was needed in his treatment, as two men were generous enough to pay. In fact, it was them who put him in this hospital for his well-being. Although strangely, you only saw one man despite him filling in two names. Perhaps for his friend that was shy to show up ? You wished you could know these generous men better.

The farewell was not big, but the staff were kind enough to give you a small farewell gift. A necklace with golden scarab pendant, lapis lazuli sphere decorating the center of it. Too fancy for a little gift. Must be from their beloved leader that was for sure.

But you can't resist the beauty of it. It fitted perfectly on you like it was meant to be

You took a last glance at the hospital before driving home, and the next thing you need to know is finding a real job to fill your stomach and pay the bills.

Oh to think it must be nice living in Harrow's cult. You called it a cult, he called it a community. But technically it was still a cult, even if it was too nice to be called as such. They didn't need much money in their wallet as almost everything was produced in their own village. Vegetables, meat, some of them even able to build their own energy source. No need to work from 9 to 5 for a minimum wage, just living happily and helpful.

The road was busy with the sunlight temperature being mild. Not as cold as fall, not as hot as summer. A perfect temperature. People minding their own business, their jobs. Parents walking down the street with their children, couples hugging each other after long time no see. A thought of your mind picturing Arthur sitting on the passenger’s seat striked you.

You shook your head, you doubted that your feelings were involved. Yes you had done countless sexual activity for him but that was for his sake to be given mercy by whatever creature inside him. Your farewell with him wasn't filled with teary eyes anyway. Just casually bidding a bye as he was picked up by his followers.

Although one stranger did ask his whereabouts, a man with a similar face with the one that funded his treatment. He drove a limousine, like picking up a world-level celebrity. The hospital staff were suspicious about him, lies were emitted hoping it would save their leader from that man, whoever he might be. He glanced at you for a while before going inside his limo and left without any words.

And just like that, the only thing left in front of you was the gust of wind dancing with the fallen leaves.

After what you felt like a long journey on the road filled with busy humans, you finally reached your house. It was not big, but enough to put your head under the roof sheltering you from snow or rain. Series of clicking unlocked the door, and a poorly lit room greeted you with a little bit of sunlight as its main light source.

You inhaled, air coming inside your lung filling the emptiness inside of you. You would definitely miss the crowd of the asylum.

And you were not the only one missing something right now.

You freezed like a cold cobblestone statue in the winter, looking at the sight served in front of you.

A man that is no other than Arthur Harrow himself, sitting on a small sofa. Book of your personal journal opened in his hand, the witness of whatever he did in your house.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His blue eyes felt like speaking as well.

“I- we just couldn’t. We couldn’t just let you leave like that.” He slowly stood up, putting your journal on the coffee table.

“And what does that mean by all this? What are you doing in my house?” Your hands snaked to your pocket, looking for your card knife.

“No no, wait, please, I don't mean to hurt you.” He marched towards you and wrapped around your body with his hands, hugging you tight as your card knife dropped from your hold.

“I’m sorry I have to come like this but I promise you, we meant no harm.”

“Arthur Harrow, you just trespassed someone’s house ! Tell me a reason why i shouldn’t call the police for you action-”

“BECAUSE IF YOU DO, HE WILL BE THE ONE SUFFERED ! ” Thundering voice shocked you to the point your body met the surface of the floor.

Your breath was shaky, eyes widened with what you saw. A fury on his eyes, hands opened acting like a claw. And you thought she was calmed after all you did for her human.

Within a second, his expression changed. Anger turned into worry, fuming reddening face has faded with a drop of tear fallen.

“Are- are you alright ? I’m sorry, I'm terribly sorry.” Arthur helped you to get up, making you sit on the sofa comfortably.

Your legs felt like jelly, you even needed to hold on the table to stand before. Mouth even too weak to say something for a moment.

“Listen, I know you won’t forgive me for this, for trespassing your house, I know and I understand. But I need you to know that I can't just leave you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, it would be sweet if there was no demon inside him.

“You’re not healed yet, Arthur. How could you even declared as legally sane was still beyond my understanding.”

“Because she was not an illness. She is a goddess. My goddess. She was truly trapped inside my body. Please, listen and believe me.” He pleaded, voice cracked as he was about to cry.

“Then prove it. Last time you told me she couldn’t show up fully because the world could no longer know her whereabouts, nor her existence. Now, there’s just the two of us.” You gave him a sharp, serious gaze. You really meant it and demanded proof.

Arthur looked down for a moment, sighed then looked upon your eyes.

“Please be gentle with her.”

He was not talking to you.

He steadied his breath, stroking your hair softly. Only for a few seconds later the soft gentle strokes turned into a rough, hard grasp tugging at your hair.

“After these times, you still doubted me, mortal ? If I wasn't trapped in this disgusting flesh prison, I'd show my fangs close enough for you to see that I am , in fact, real.” The Goddess inside Arthur tugged your hair hard enough, forcing you to face the ceiling above.

“Oh I hope this was proof for you because I do not wish to punish your fragile human body. But justice still needs to be served and I need to know your fates as well your sins before I can officially declare you as a good person.” She chuckled in a sinister way. Letting go of your hurted scalp from the tug, she grabbed both of your hands and put both on Arthur’s.

Both of you looked at the swinging scales on Arthur’s wrist, scaling your fates, your sins, as well your good deeds.The more you struggled to let go, the tighter she held your hands.

Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, finally the scales have decided.

A deep, dark green hue shown on the scale. The color of good deeds. The color of balance.

“Well deserved, even though you doubted me before.” She smirked widely, then let Arthur take control of his body again.

The way he looked, reminding you of a sad, lost puppy in the middle of rain. He looked at his scales, still in green hue.

“I know you are a good person. I never judged you before, because I just know from my deepest heart you never meant any harm especially to us.” He smiled at you, a hint of sadness behind the curve. You were still in shock, not knowing what to do nor to say. Perhaps you shouldn't take the internship program in that damned asylum. Maybe if you never knew him, you would never be dragged into this kind of shit show.

“Don’t leave us. Please.” Arthur held both of your hands tightly.

“Not with my life being threatened, Arthur.”

“I know, I promise that was the last time. Please, I'm begging you.”

“Please. Please, I'm begging you. Please, stay with me.” He bowed his head down to your hands.

“I’m sorry. Please, I'm begging you right now.” His voice was shaking, as you felt your hands getting a bit wet.

You sighed, giving time for your mind to decide. It was not like you couldn’t take care of him. It was what inside him that worried you.

“Do you truly have a heart to refuse his beg? This man right now genuinely enjoins you, mortal.” Wrists were painful as she took control of him for a moment, grasping you mercilessly.

“Very well. I will. I will stay just for you.” You leaned in, kissing Arthur’s hair softly. His hair was softer now, although it didn't smell like fragrant shampoo nor smell bad. Just smell like him. The scent that you were familiar with.

Arthur brought his head up to see you. Pitiful red eyes with his cheek turned into a river stream of his tears. You furrowed your brows as well pressing your lips together, hoping you won’t regret this life-time commitment.

“Thank you. Thank you, I owe you everything.” He stood up a bit to hug you so tight that you struggled to breathe a bit.

He was once ambitious, some even called him a ruthless man. Now he was completely broken. Living as a live prison for a damned goddess. He sat next to you, calming his weep. You stroked his back, trying your best to comfort him. Never in your life have you seen this man so emotional. So fragile. Fragile like a thin porcelain that was broken, now forced to hold itself with just a drop of glue.

He leaned on you, head resting on your shoulder. There was silence for a few minutes, a space for your both minds. It was far from awkward silence, yet you couldn’t say this is a comforting one as well. Just silence.

“I hope you liked the gift from me.” He glanced at your golden shining necklace.

“I do. I really love it. Thanks, Arthur.”

He smiled softly.

“The necklace was found in 334 BC. It belonged to a high priestess in that era. Forged by the best blacksmith and given to her as a gift that she has helped Ammit gathered hundreds of her followers. Wise and charismatic, the necklace was the witness of her kindness.”

“And now, it was bestowed by you.” he lifted his head to face you fully.

“We want you to have it. Your soul truly reminded us of her.”

He pulled his face closer to you, an inch away from your mouth.

“Stay with us, and we shall guarantee you will be treated much even better than how the high priestess treated in royalty. With this necklace as a symbol that you belong to us only. Be at our side. Be with us forever.” Arthur then put your hands together and kissed your knuckles gently.

“And I swear to Ammit your stomach will always be full, your head will be sheltered from rain, and your body will always be covered in excellent garments. What do you say?” Oh how could you say no with him then calling your name, whispering it like a magical chant.

“My answer remains the same. I will stay with you.” The space between you two was getting smaller.

“Forever?”

“Whatever you wished, Arthur.”

Felt like you were hypnotized answering it.

“Then so be it.” He leaned in, forehead touching each other. You closed your eyes as well with him, trying to learn that now you have to love him.

And suddenly, Arthur striked your lips with his. Hands on your cheek, forcing you into a deep, passionate kiss. You struggled to breathe with the sudden kiss.You tried to pull out from his kiss, only to hear an animalistic heavy growl from him.

“What the fuck are you doing Arthur ?!” You slapped him, then rubbed the spit he left on your lips with your sleeve.

“That- that wasn’t me.” He stood up, trembling with fear.

“I would never force you to do that.” His expression was too genuine to be faked.

“That was me, coward.” His body stiffen with veins showing on his neck. eyes shone purple for a second.

“You have laid with her many times yet you were scared even just to kiss her right now. I did not let you live just so you couldn’t initiate to achieve your dream. It was always me who made the first move. Might as well take her as my lover if you keep being this coward, Harrow.”

You were practically cornered in your own sofa, body sinking like hoping you could escape into nothingness.

“You were a coward, but I shall be generous enough to let you speak and see it by yourself.” And just by that, Arthur gained his consciousness once again. Except all his limbs and his body were lost from his control.

“My goddess, please don’t hurt her.” He pleaded as his body moved against his will.

Ammit didn’t answer as she kept holding the wheel steer of his body. His hand involuntarily cornering you more, trapping you in your very own house. All of what Arthur did to you was never truly out of his control despite it being his body. In another word, you were about to be fucked by two person at the same time in one body.

He then bit your neck, putting you in a choke hold both metaphorically and literally. Your neck being devoured would surely leave a deep red mark, with his hand now creeping under your shirt. You tried to push his hand away yet his bite only got harder.

“Stay still.” His voice was mixed with a godly lady heavy and hoarse voice.

“ I’m sorry.” Now his voice was what you usually hear from him. His real voice.

It was easy to tell apart who was who speaking to you.

His hand creeped inside, finding the bra you were wearing. He unclasped it on your back, lifting it inside your shirt and started playing with your breast.

“Arthur-” You almost choked on your own spit as you felt your nipples hardened.

“Forgive me. I truly didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh you’re lucky to be controlled by me. I know how to please her more than you thought.” She let out a deep, velvety animalistic chuckle. Like how you would imagine a crocodile laughing.

She continuously rubbed your nipple slowly, letting it pop on each stroke of Arthur’s thumb.

Still in Ammit's control, Arthur kept assaulting your neck with his mouth. He could not deny that he enjoyed it, but not the way that you were threatened. Yet what can he do anyway? The fact she let him get his full consciousness was more than generous enough.

After what felt like hours, he let go of your reddening, almost in purple hue hickies. His drool streaming down to your collarbone. Arthur started to unbutton your shirt, so eagerly like the goddess inside him couldn’t wait any longer. He tossed your shirt as well your bra to the floor, leaving your chest bare and hanging as a view. Despite the number you have been doing with him, he never ceases to be amazed with your body. It always felt like the first time.

Like a hungry crocodile hatchling, he clinged his mouth to your breast, with his hands supporting his weight and the other paying with your other breast. His growls matched your pant, trying to endure the sensation. He sucked on your breast like always been yearning for it.

Lips pressed firmly against your sensitive nipples as he sucked and licked them. His tongue sliding along your hard nipple until you screamed loudly as his teeth sank on it, biting you slightly. A loud moan escaped your lips, causing him to suck harder, and then he bit you deeper.

"There's no need to resist you two mortals. None of you could lie to my face." Involuntarily, Arthur grabbed your throat and choked you.

The strength of his arm muscle mixed with the force of Ammit made your head get lighter. He then kissed you again, having no choice but to succumb and let her enjoy your mouth using his body. You gave up, limping as Arthur devoured your lips. Tongue dancing to each other as he kept eating you.

After it was satisfying for the goddess inside of him, Arthur pulled out the kiss. String of saliva connected both of your tongues, showing how you have mixed your mouth fluid with his. You inhaled deeply, exhaling with relief that you could breathe.

Arthur reached your pants eagerly, with you stopping him.

"Ammit, I need to talk to you." You looked at Arthur's eye sharply.

"Do you truly wish to resist furthermore, human?" She spoke.

"Do we really need to do this? I have done enough for Arthur and the promise was you to let him live in peace. Is this what you call peace?" Just after you finished your words, she laughed loudly and tilted Arthur's head.

"Oh dear, are you really thinking I'm doing this solely because of my wish? Tell her, Harrow. Tell her the truth. Tell her why you couldn't stop thinking about her so that you came here." His expression dropped as she gave him control again.

He closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips.

"I'm sorry. What Ammit said was true. It was my wish to make love with you again." Arthur softly stroked your cheek.

"But I didn't wish to end up like this. Do I really have the choice to disobey? She has my body and now I can't even move my own limbs. Please, tell her if you wish to stop. I'd deal with the consequences just for you to be safe, you don't have to worry about me." His eyes began to tear.

"I will be fine." Sometimes the whisper of gossip that he was manipulative was true or not.

You did not answer for a moment. Rather, you took off your pants completely, spreading your legs for him to see your vagina bare and whole.

"You could've told me from the beginning, Arthur." You gestured to him as an invitation.

Arthur truly couldn't lie to his lust. He swallowed his spit looking at your pussy, wet and slick with the juice dripping. Like knowing as he rubbed it with his thumb, his fingers gently caressing your outer lips. You mewled as he began pumping you with two of his digits, deep against your inner canal. But he saved it for his mouth.

You saw Arthur closing his eyes as he placed his tongue on your opening. He sucked, moving his mouth, now tongue dancing with your clit.

"Arthur- Fuck !" How do you tell Ammit that she does really know how to please you using his body?

He kissed, ate, and licked your pussy. Your lubricated vagina was mixed with his spit. His whole tongue covering your lower lips, licking it whole. Oh it was just the beginning and he was drunk like you were an alcohol for him. He put his tongue inside you again, licking you clean insides while his finger continued to rub your clit mercilessly.

This is exactly how he wished to do after last night's wet dream he got. He did not have the courage to ask, but Ammit did not care about his doubts.

He kept sucking your pussy as his tongue went inside you, teasing you. At the end you wanted more and more. So much more than just his tongue. You moaned so loud, feeling the pleasure of your orgasm coming up, ready to burst.

And when he felt it, he pulled out of you. He carried you from the sofa, putting you on the large coffee table causing mess and everything fell from the surface.

Arthur looked at you, in a form of mix between sad, lust, and eagerness. he pulled his pants down, letting his cock revealed in full glory. Throbbing and veiny, ready to meet your entranceHe lifted your knees, positioning you at the entrance. He put one leg over his shoulder as the other being held, guiding himself to your hole. He let go both of your elevated thighs, placing both of his palms on top of your hips, pushing you deeper into him.

Both of his arms holding your waist as he pushed himself into you, your hands forming a fist enduring his girth. Your breathing became more shallow, and your heart beating faster.

He leaned closer, supporting himself. He looked at your face, reddening cheek with tears falling down. He swore to Ammit that this intercourse felt like the first time.

“Oh my goddess-” His chest puffed and collapsed as he tried to adjust his breath with his lust.

As he rocked in and out of you, his hips thrusting in a fast pace. You panted and moaned loudly, some of them were half emitted curses Some of them were pleas. All of them were filled with ecstasy. The fact that you were being fucked mercilessly on your coffee table was the least thing you expected today. The sight of your tits bouncing from the pace only to make both Arthur and Ammit eager to fuck you harder and rougher than before.

"Arthur" You tried to speak between your breaths.

"Slow down, i'm gonna-" You couldn't speak a whole sentence fully.

Instead, he held your waists and fastened his pace. He was destroying your pussy, head thrown back with mewl turned into short screams.

Finally, you let yourself out. Shaking and trying to gain your full consciousness after being wrecked by him. You were caught off-guard with him suddenly rocking you again, for Arthur to reach his climax. He snaked his arms behind your back for support, hugging you as he let himself out filling you inside. He caught his breath, feeling how his seeds were spilling from your hole. He pulled away, releasing his grip around you.

You limped on the table, energy drained by the intercourse. You probably needed assistance to walk properly for a few hours.

Arthur fell on the floor, gaining his full control once again. He looked at his hands, then looked at you.

“What have I done..” He pulled some tissue that the box fell on the floor, rubbed you clean from his own seeds.

He carried you, letting you lay on his lap. You were really tired, exhausted that you couldn't say anything.

As you looked at Arthur, you heard the familiar whisper.

“You belong to us forever, mortal.”

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