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bubble-tea-blossom · 1 year

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Strong as an Ox

Joel x f!reader, 2.6k wc,

18+ obvi, size kink galore, ♫ if its not rough it isn’t fun ♫

One of the reasons you’re drawn towards Joel is his stature. He’s big, and broad. Tall with wide shoulders rounded with muscle, and Jackson’s steady and varied food supply has allowed him to regain some of the weight he used to carry before the food shortages began.

You’ve watched him shove debris out of the way that other men couldn’t. You’ve watched him one-punch Runners and men on a number of occasions, and you’ve watched him snap others neck’s which takes way more force than the movies will have you believe.

When a patrol went south last year, and a hunter got the jump on Tommy and knocked him unconscious, the damage that was unleashed was nothing like you’d ever seen before. It was almost mesmerizing, it was almost like Joel killed with grace. It was animal like, in its ferocity, but not uncontrolled. It wasn’t an animal caught in a trap, going wild. No, it was like watching a wolf stalk and hunt.

You didn’t even have a chance that day to help dispatch any of the rest of the hunters, Joel took care of the lot of them. So you made yourself useful by checking on Tommy, and felt your gut untwist from fear at the feel of his steady pulse. Alive, but unconscious and most likely concussed. He’s gonna have one helluva headache when he wakes.

You see it in Joel’s eyes when he runs up to you once the others have been...dealt with. He demands answers with a snap of your name, his usually soft voice, hard and dangerous. The leftover fight lingering in him revealing itself in his tone. Then you watch it drain from his body once you reply, “Alive, just knocked out.” Joel then does his own vital check to confirm yours, before shoving his shotgun in your hands so he can pick up his brother. Tommy isn’t exactly dainty neither, but Joel picked him up with barely a grunt.

Even though the fight is over and everyone’s heart rate is lowering, you can tell Joel’s still pissed. The dregs of whatever came over him are still there, and you wonder if they ever completely leave. You wonder perhaps a little selfishly, since you find that side of Joel Miller almost as attractive as the soft, doting side you’ve grown to know and indulge in as often as you can these days now that you two have your...thing going. Whatever it is.

Anyways, sometimes a girl wants to get thrown around a little. Good thing you happen to be fucking someone who very easily could. Only thing is Joel has only ever touched you with tenderness, and adoration. Gosh, your life is so hard.

And then one day you work up the nerve to voice a certain fantasy you’d been having for awhile, before you and him even started fucking but you aren’t going to mention that.

Your confession is set to the backdrop of the forgotten movie playing behind you, while you grind yourself against his denim clad thigh, thick with tense muscle. You pull your lips from his so you can catch your breath and gather the courage, one hand resting on a wide shoulder, the other fiddling with the open button on his shirt.

You clear your throat, “Joel? Can I ask you something?” You find you’re speaking to his button rather than to him, but he immediately encourages you,

“Anything, sweetheart.” He reassures with a brush of hair behind your ear. The touch so soft it almost tickles.

“I was wondering, if you’re down, can you be...” your words falls off as your nerve wavers, but you’re a big girl that can ask for what she wants so you take a little breath and then blunder through it, “Can you be rough with me?”

Instead of answering, you feel Joel’s finger tip your chin up so you meet his eyes. They’re dark, the pupils blown wide, his hair sticks straight out on the side where you’d been grabbing it. He doesn’t look disgusted or judgmental, maybe you should start believing him when he says you can tell him anything.

“How rough?” Is all he says, his voice lower than normal, a tiny bit hoarse.

Staring into his eyes helps you keep your courage, feeling your brain spark with dopamine just looking at him.

“As rough as you can kinda thing. I want you to use me, and not stop even if I beg.”

You see his brows twitch up in surprise before settling into a slight frown, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says.

“Well what I mean is sometimes I get overwhelmed but in a good way, right? And I want you to keep going, but if it hurts we can have a safe word I’ll say and we stop.”

Joel’s eyes flick from yours as he thinks, and you start preparing yourself to hear him decline your request, which he has every right to, so you prep for looking not disappointed. Then he says, “What would the word be?”

You perk up in his lap and cast a glance around the room, settling on the guitar in the corner.

“What about string.”

You see his brow arch this time, and you say in supply, “And if I forget it, if I say some completely random word, that means stop for real, too.”

Joel thinks for another moment before giving you a quick kiss between the eyes, “Lemme think about it.”

You smile and nod, your smile growing when he kisses you again.

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That was a couple weeks ago, and you’ve had a few other conversations about the subject, which mostly looked like Joel quizzing you about the things you’re interested in. But the last time the subject was broached was an ever increasing amount of days ago, and to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’ve shoved the thought of it to the very back of your mind.

Then one night when you’re over at his place, enjoying each other’s company when the night is interrupted by urgent knocking at the door. You both sit up on the couch and you take your leave up the stairs before Joel opens the door to maintain privacy. Nobody really knows about you and Joel, and for the moment you’d prefer that.

Upstairs, in his room, you wait until he lets you know it’s good to come out, and you don’t have to wait long at all. You hear his footsteps jog up the stairs and then the door is being swung open, and he’s rushing to where he keeps his revolver, speaking quick words about needing to leave real quick, he’ll be back as soon as he can, there’s no need to worry. Then he’s gone.

You wait for hours, the longer the time wears on the more worried you grow despite your effort to squash it. Lucky for you, Joel has a very nice home, and you make yourself acquainted with his bookshelf. The afternoon wears into the evening, into night. You’re on your back along the length of his couch, reading when he finally opens the front door. You spring up and cross the threshold to him while he closes and locks the door behind him.

“Everything ok?” You ask, and your brain runs through all the different disaster scenarios its conjured up with over the last couple of hours.

Joel just nods, closing the gap between you, taking a hold of your shoulders so he can run his hands over you, drawing comfort in your touch. You clasp his arms in turn and lean your head against his chest, and bask in his attention and trust that he’ll speak when he needs to. You see no blood, bruising, and you smell no gunpowder, so things can take their time.

And then one hand of his travels up to cup your chin and gently tip it up so your eyes meet his. Then he speaks low, “Remember your special word?”

Your eyes widen, and you nod confidently, “String.” You feel your heart in your throat with a sudden rush of excitement, and you see a small smile flash across his lips. He keeps his hand on your jaw and slowly slide it down to rest wrapped around your throat. You feel your stomach buzz at the sensation, his thumb stroking up and down the soft skin of your throat. Then you feel your eyes cross briefly when he tightens his hold on you, just hard enough to feel pressure, feel the weight of his strength. It’s claiming hold, and the thought has you wetting your dry lips, you can see his eyes darken at the sign of your arousal.

The next thing you feel is his lips against yours, the two of you falling into a rhythm of short, frantic kisses. His hold travels your body, grasping yours hips to pull you against him, squeezing your ass and grabbing your hair to control your head.

You’ve never felt his touch so controlling before, hard and demanding. And you stand there, trying to keep up with kisses and relinquish control over, feeling a freeing safety net be cast over you. Your trust in Joel was exhilarating, you could give him complete control and not have to worry, you can just be loved on.

So when he says “Arms up” you do so, giddy smile on your face while he rucks up your shirt and bra, tossing them aside. You sigh in relief when he cups your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Feels good, doll?” He practically purrs, and you nod enthusiastically.

Then he brings one of your knees on his hip, and with you off balance he easily brings you down to the ground, keeping you literally caged beneath him, you’ve never felt so surrounded by him before. He hooks his fingers underneath the elastic band of your underwear and rolls them down your legs, your knees coming up automatically to help him. Underwear dropped aside, his big hands clamp down on your shins where you keep your cunt somewhat obstructed. With one move he pulls apart your legs, abruptly exposing you to the air and his eyes. He slots his body between your legs so you’re spread open for him and all you can do is watch.

With one hand, he cups you, slipping his fingers through your lips, teasing around your clit, while the other hand goes to his belt, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, so he can pull out his swelling cock.

“I can’t wait, sweetheart.” He says, notching his hips against yours, resting his heavy cock on top of your mound. He fucks himself against you, making you jump with every bump of his tip against your clit. You can feel yourself begin to coat his length in your wetness, which you’re thankful for, taking Joel is no small feat. He’s long, easily reaching the end of you, and he’s fucking thick. It feels like your pussy creates a vacuum from how wide he stretches you. He’s always been so careful not to hurt you before, usually licking and sucking your clit before even finger fucking you to open you up wide enough.

You don’t think he’s going to do that tonight, given that he’s notching his cock head with your hole. He takes you by surprise by spitting down on your mound, spreading the added wetness to your entrance.

Then he starts to push in. You can’t help it, you arch away at the sting, your knee drawing across his hips to give you space. You want to take him, you just need a moment to adjust. Joel just keeps pushing forward, readjusting to pin your knees to the side of you, while he continues to sheathe himself inside you completely.

He crowds even closer, his face hovering over yours - nose to nose. Once he’s hilted inside, you both moan simultaneously and you feel his lips swallow your moan of pain and turn it into one of pleasure.

He retracts so he can spit on the pads of his fingers and reach down to soothe where your lips are stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It does help the ache, especially when he circles the bud of your clit directly.

“God, I love this little pussy.” He groans, looking in fascination at the sight of his cock impaled in your cunt. He slowly draws back, before pushing forward, then repeating the motion, all the while massaging around your stuffed hole.

You barely even register the soft little whimpers you’re letting out, they’re all background noises to the sensations Joel is sending through you with every little back and forth of his hips.

You’ve become so wet from his penetration combined with his stroking fingers, you can feel how its coated his cock and balls, your inner wet inner thighs make obnoxious slaps when his hips rock into them. Harder and harder Joel fucks you, so hard all you can do is dig your nails into the muscles of his shoulder you can feel through his shirt.

Little groans and soft whimpers seem to be being pushed out of you with every stroke of his thick cock, you try to keep your composure, you feel self conscious with how loud you’re being already.

Only you can’t, as soon you clench your jaw shut to keep from gasping, tears start pricking your eyes. The pain has been pushed into the background as a not unpleasant ache, its the pleasure that’s overwhelming. The ecstasy of being surrounded the sight, feel, smell of Joel literally lying on top of you while he groans above you and plows your pussy harder than you’ve ever been fucked.

Then Joel grabs your clenched jaw in one hand, digging his fingers in.

“I wanna hear those sweet little noises you make, darling.” He urges, trailing his hand down to rest at the hallow of your throat, stroking his thumb up your neck.

You do as he asks and relax your jaw, which he must have been watching for because he times it with a particularly savage thrust that rips a squeal from your throat. You feel your cheeks warm even further at the sound but Joel sounds pleased, a low chuckle rumbling from him as he continues to pound gasp after whimper from you, and pretty soon you loose any self consciousness.

“You look so pretty like this.” Joel praises, stroking your cheek softly, and you feel your body go pliant, free for him to do with as he pleases.

Joel grins at your fucked-out expression, “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod your head, “Yes, Joel.” Are all the words you can manage.

You can hear him hum his approval. One of his hand drops down to your clit, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum once he touches you. Your walls rhythmically grip around his pistoning cock.

“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” Joel’s husky voice praising you prolongs your orgasm, til every muscle in your body is taut as a bow string. Finally the waves of shudders wracking through your body ebb away. You let out a huge breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and blink your eyes open to look up into Joel’s.

“That feel good?” He asks all innocent like he isn’t still buried balls deep inside you.

“Mmm hm.” You nod, face breaking into a smile as he presses kisses down your neck, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.

You squeak in surprise when he wraps his arms more firmly around you and effortlessly hoists you into the air.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

#joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #Joel X you #joel x reader #Joel Miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #my writing #joel thots

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 month

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Hear me out, in the 2007 version, Leo, Donnie and Mikey's S/O's are Nightwatcher's admirers but completely unaware that Raph is nighwatcher. Plus, if they've been saved by Nightwatcher(Raph) once.

A Fan of the Nightwatcher (Angst?)

2007!Donatello x reader x 2007!Raphael

A/N: I’ve changed it a bit, so it was easier to write. Reader is in a relationship with Donnie, but does very much admire the Nightwatcher💜❤️

Warnings: Cheating if you count this, very little stalking, mentions of guns and street fighting.

Things had been strange in the Hamato household, ever since Leonardo left for training in South America. With Leo gone, his brothers had not been able to train like they once did, forcing them to turn to other things, to pass the time with. Michelangelo had taken up party entertainment, dressing up as a cartoon like turtle in order to sing and dance for children. From what you had heard, it wasn’t worth the pay, at all, often ending with Mikey getting beaten up by wild children. Raphael had turned to sleeping all day, only coming out of his room at night to grunt a small hello in your direction, before either heading to the kitchen or to the surface, in order to hang out with Casey on the roof of April’s apartment. And your boyfriend, the genius turtle Donatello, had started up a phone tech service, helping people with their computer problems over the phone, spending many hours of the day in front of a screen, talking to strangers and clicking away on his keyboard.

All of this had left you more than a little bored. There was nothing to do, and nothing to see. You would hang out in the lair, waiting for Splinter to finish his own training or meditating, in order to drink tea with him, so you could wait further more, listening as Donnie talked to whatever dim person there was on the other end of the line. And to be honest, it was an absolute drap.

It was the same routine everyday. Finish work and make your way to the lair, where you would wait what felt like hours for your boyfriend to finish his own work, only to find that he was too tired to really do anything, asking if the two of you could just take a nap together. You had nothing against good naps with Donnie, but when it was the only thing you did every day, you started to grow quite bored of that as well.

But it wasn’t like you could just go out, and do something else. No, not without the turtles doing patrols in New York City, keeping an eye on the growing unrest between the Purple Dragons and the last remaining Foot Ninjas. The streets of New York had grown unsafe, leaving your apartment, your workplace and the lair as the safest places for you to stay at. And so, you continued this routine, until something happened one day.

You were walking to the lair from your workplace, moving through a crowd of people, going home after their night shifts. Or maybe even straight to work to start their shift for the night. You never know in the city that never sleeps.

But soon the crowd erupted into chaos, men and women screaming in fear, running all over the place for cover, as Purple Dragons took onto the street, screaming and yelling with guns ready in their hands. You felt fear rush through your body, yet you kept your head level, seeking cover like the others.

But then, through the chaos, you saw him. Rushing down from above, he knocked out a Purple Dragon with a punch, taking on another with ease. Dressed in all black leather, thick gloves and boots, with headlights on his helmet, blinding his opponents. You watched in awe as he took down the Purple Dragons single handed, with nothing but his bare hands and a pair of long thick chains. He knocked them out and dragged them to the middle of the road, before disappearing onto the roof tops before the police came. And that was how the people of New York City first heard of the Nightwatcher.

You hurried down to the lair, pretty much forcing Donnie to end his computer service that day, so you could tell him what had happened. And to be honest, Donnie did not know how to feel about it. Mainly, he was happy and relieved that you were safe and unharmed, but he did not like what he heard about this Nightwatcher guy. He sounded like he was doing what used to be his and his brothers’ job. And what he liked way less, was the way you talked about him, like you admired him. That struck Donnie in a not so nice way, and made him feel a little uneasy.

And so, you had finally found something to cure your boredom - the Nightwatcher. During your time in the lair, waiting for Donnie to get off work, you would watch the Nightwatcher on the news. He was out every night, fighting off both Purple Dragons, Foot ninjas, and small-time criminals. And each time he would vanish, just before the police would arrive, leaving the criminals bound and ready for them to take. And for weeks that was all you saw of the Nightwatcher. But that too would change before you knew it.

You were once again walking to the lair after a night shift, this time more excited than you had been in a long time. Today Donnie had decided to take the night off, so the two of you could spend it together, in a way that you hadn’t been able to in a long time.

As you continued down the street, with a happy skip in your walk, you did not notice the gloomy eyes following your every move, before the lanky figure the eyes belonged to, started following you down the street. As you passed by a narrow alleyway, the lanky figure took its chance, reaching out and grabbing a sudden hold on your arm, turning you with a yank. You spun in place, just managing to see the man that had turned you, before a sudden flash of black passed by you, pushing the man to the ground. You stared in shock at the Nightwatcher, as he took care of your would be attacker, beating him up before throwing him out the alleyway, and onto the street, causing nearby people to scream in fear before running away.

As the Nightwatcher was about to take off, you quickly grabbed him by the arm, making him turn to look at you, the glass of his helmet acting as a mirror you could see yourself in. Shocked yet awestruck.

“Thank you”, you said softly, not sure what else to say, yet wanting to show your gratitude in some way.

However, the Nightwatcher did not answer you. Instead he looked at you for a moment, before he carefully pulled his arm away from your hand. And then, just as silent as before, he turned to the fire escape, and quickly made his way up to the roof, leaving you back in the alleyway, staring up at him, your mouth slightly agape.

Once the vigilante was out of view, you quickly made your way out onto the street again, continuing your way to the lair with much faster steps than before. You just had to tell Donnie about this.

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kennysboxergf · 8 months

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can u do one about like being apart of the beta squad and how they treat u like a little sister or sum like that lol

Brothers ~ Beta Squad

This group had always felt like a family. These men who had been strangers a little over a year ago had grown to become your friends and then your brothers.

You knew your weren’t blood related but it never mattered because they were yours and you were theirs. You would always be together, even if Niko couldn’t stop irritating you for entertainment.

“Hurry up! Y/n!” Were the screams you heard at your door. You had a hair curler/straightener (whatever you use xx) to your hair and weren’t up for this.

He started knocking aggressively at your door and the sound echoed through your room. His screams were persistent enough to cause ringing in your ears which made them almost impossible to ignore.

“Open up! Open up!” He yelled not unlike a FBI agent. A FBI agent who never failed to get on your nerves.

You wielded your appliance like a weapon before going over to open the door. The noise rising as you got closer only sent your head pounding harder.

You opened the door to Niko’s face and his fist almost punching you as his reaction time didn’t match up with you opening the door.

His scream of “come outside” slowly quietened to a mumble.

You put one hand on your hip and pointed at him with the burning weapon/hair appliance in you hand.

“Niko, this better be really fucking important or I’m shoving this down your throat.”

His face split into a toothy grin.

“Chunkz wanted to ask what he should order you for dinner”

You slammed the door onto his face.

You knew they would always be on your side, especially Sharky.

“Shh, babes, it’s all right ok?” He whispers as soon as you walk through his door. You barely saw the shock on his face through the tears flowing down your face.

He walked up to you with open arms and you immediately took the chance and buried yourself in his chest.

“He’s a prick, a right bastard” he mumbled into your hair as you sobbed harder into his clothes.

You knew the thought of his clothes didn’t even cross his mind and he ran a comforting hand up and down your back.

He pulled you away from his torso as your sobs turned to hiccups. He gave you a gentle smile that pierced through the pain and filled your heart.

“Stop crying, come on” he whispered with a laugh. He pointed a playful finger at you, “if you don’t stop crying now I’m going to send Kenny to beat him up”

You laughed at his lame joke. He smiled bigger when he saw you. He led you gently to his bed and got you a few tissues to clean up.

“Your makeup is everywhere” he said with quiet laughs in between the words and you laughed along with him because that was never serious.

And even though Sharky joked about it, Kenny would always fight for you.

“Hey princess! Give us a smile!” Said the bald man with two teeth you passed on the street. You ignored the comment, being used to getting cat called on public by now.

Kenny however was not used to this. You felt his arm around you shoulder tense as he stopped walking. You weren’t up to see Kenny fight a drunken bastard today so you tried to pull him away.

“It not a big deal, Ken, come on” you said, pulling on his sleeve.

“Oooh is your big, bad boyfriend mad at me?” Continued the man, clearly too far out of it to care.

Kenny pulled his arm away from you. You grabbed his sleeve before he could go too far. “Leave him alone.” You said, managing your strictest voice.

“Come on, one light punch?” He said with a little smile on his face.

“I know you could beat him up any day, Kens, let’s just get home with minimal injuries.” You reason.

His face falls but he nods, swinging his arm back around you shoulders.

As the two of you begin to walk away you hear a loud “pussy!” Come from behind you.

Kenny immediately turns to you with a question written into his expression. You wouldn’t let the man go disrespected so you nod in answer and he detaches himself from you to approach the man. You don’t turn around, preferring not to see the interaction for deniability.

You hear the crack of Kenny’s fist meeting the other guy’s face and wince. The next thing you hear is Kenny yelling “run!” And his footsteps behind you.

He pushes you from behind and you pick up the pace as the two of you run home, laughing, hearts beating and you know were safe with him.

But whenever the other boys were too loud or too aggressive for you there was always Chunkz.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n? Back to Earth for Y/n?” Chunkz’s voice rang out.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up at him, realising you had been staring at a wall for the last however many minutes.

“You wanna get away from here?” He asked. You nodded, still not quite sure what you body was doing as you got up and he pulled you out with your sleeve.

“Yo Chunkz! Where you going?” AJ yelled from somewhere behind you.

“Mind your business, Danny Devito!” Chunkz yelled back from a little too close to you. You pulled into yourself at the noise and he apologised quietly.

The sound of the others laughter rang out behind you, muffled and unfocused. You kept your attention on trying to put one foot in front of the other.

As you turned out of the room you had been in, silence chilled your veins and you head came back to clarity.

“You alright? Seemed a lil out of it back there” Chunkz said, letting go of your sleeve now that you had gotten away.

“Yeah, just kinda tired I think.” You replied, looking at your surroundings to avoid looking at Chunkz being worried. “Wanna go home” you said, sounding not unlike a child.

“Ok baby, want me to drive you home?” He said with a laugh, you saw his hand move up to hit your shoulder but he hesitated and put it back down.

“I’m not a child, but yes please” you replied, Chunkz had already started walking in the direction of the parking lot.

“I’ll let you have the aux?” He said as he turned around to see your face.

You smiled at him and nodded, he sighed but smiled nonetheless and turned back around.

“Thank you.” You said halfway through the car ride home.

“Of course.” He replied.

And AJ always had everything you needed, and he never cared if he had to go out and get you anything.

“Sharky I swear to you if your body enter the vicinity of my body one more time I’m going to snip your tiny dick off” you snapped. The man next to you on the sofa kept coming over to lean on your or put his hands around your shoulder and what not and you were not having it. No matter how hard to pushed or how far you moved he always came back.

“Woahh, y/n, are you on your period or something?” AJ asked, laughing and looking around at the other guys for support.

“Yeah, I am, and I’m gonna go now.” You stated, getting up and leaving to go up to your bed.

You flopped yourself onto it, not willing to deal with the others right now. And of course, that’s when you heard a tentative knock on your door.

“Go away!” You yelled, and to your surprise you heard footsteps actually walk away. Whoever that was was smart enough to leave your alone.

You phone buzzed, you picked it up and saw one message from AJ.

“I’m sorry :(“ it read.

You smiled slightly.

“Np.” You fired back, wanting him to think you were still mad at him, ya know fuck with him a little.

“Stop that” He said

“Can I get you someone to make it better?” He added, the message came faster than your fingers could type and you were kinda taken aback.

“Tampons and Chocolate?” you said, curious to far he would go for you.

“Sure what brand of both?”

You smiled in shock and a sense of being loved, firing back the brands you wanted as to not keep him waiting you turned around if the bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about how loved you were.

You didn’t know how long after it was your phone buzzed again.

“Can I come in?” Was the massage this time. You threw your bed further up the bed and yelled a “yes!” At the man.

He walked in with a small plastic bag which he handed to you.

“Can’t believe you actually did it” you said as you sat up and looked into the bag.

“Anything for you” he replied, a hand messing up your hair at the same time.

“Fucking bitch.” You mumbled under you breath, he took that as a sign to run out of your door, leaving it wide open.

Fuck.

Now you knew no matter how annoying, overprotective, overwhelming or dumb the other could be they were, are and will always be your brothers.

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sorry for not posting y’all, I’ll try and keep up more from now

#beta squad #niko omilana #sharky #king kenny #aj shabeel #chunkz #cute

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circe69 · 1 year

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You're Welcome

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

summary: reader helps ghost with injury!

genre: fluff!

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, fights, maybe a tiny bit suggestive but very sfw!

ps: hey! very first fic I've ever written, enjoyyy

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You walked into the cafeteria. Your troop was allowed only 1 hour to eat, and you were starving.

It’s freezing, you think. You had just woken up a few minutes ago, and it was always colder in the morning. Plus, the outfits they offer weren’t always the warmest. Not for the women, at least. You were given a thin long sleeved shirt that hugged your body, along with a pair of jean shorts that didn’t cover nearly enough of your legs.

Unfortunately, you were one of maybe 10 women in the whole troop, which was terrifying enough. Being surrounded by men isn’t really your ideal situation, but you knew that this was where you were supposed to be.

As you sat down to eat by yourself, you notice a large group of guys yelling at each other from across the dining hall.

So embarrassing. They’re grown men.

You go back to eating the disgusting slop on your tray, not wanting to even acknowledge them. Punches were being thrown left and right, guns were being chucked out at random, and a man who goes by the name of Ghost was right in the middle of everything

You liked Ghost. A lot actually. He was a big man who never showed his face, and although you’ve never really had a conversation with him, you started to smile down at your lap as you heard his booming british voice scream over every other man standing around him.

Suddenly, you hear a gun cock, and a loud thud, followed by gasps.

Ghost had been hit right in the jaw with someone’s rifle. You jumped up, trying to see what was happening. He was on his knees, one hand holding his cheek, the other trying to steady himself on the cold concrete. You hear him screaming curses from across the room, and blood is dripping down his skull-face balaclava. He stood up, shakily, and walked slowly to the nearby janitor's closet.

You quickly grabbed some bandages and rubbing alcohol from your denim bag, the closet would probably already have some but you needed to be sure. You didn’t know why, but you felt inclined to help him.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him walk away from a fight before. I’ve definitely never seen him injured.

You walked briskly to the closet down the hall, your boots clanking on the floor. You paused before entering, not sure whether you should knock or yell or what. You raised your fist up to the door and knocked twice, quietly. You could hear his groaning and heavy breathing from outside the door. No answer.

“Ghost?” You said.

“What?” He growled. “What do you want?”

“Can I come in? Please?”

He winced in pain, you heard him shift around.

“Fine.”

You opened the door, it creaked open. Ghost was sitting on the floor, his shirt removed. The only light source was coming from a burned out lightbulb hanging a few inches above your head. You shut the door behind you, and just looked at him for a few seconds too long. You scanned his whole body, neck, down to his chest, then torso. If he would’ve asked, you would’ve said you were only looking to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere else, but that would’ve been a lie.

“What are you staring at? What are you even doing here, y/n?”, he spoke in a voice as smooth as liquor.

How does he know my name?

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You whispered. “Can I check your jaw?”

You took a few steps closer to him before kneeling before him, in between his legs.

He breathed out, “Fine.”

You weren’t even sure if the light was good enough to see the wound. You didn’t care though, you just wanted to feel him.

You scooched a little bit more towards him, feeling awkward in the position you two were in. You were about to move completely until he grabbed you by the waist and swiftly put you on his lap.

You gasped at his abrupt movement. You were completely straddling his bare torso, and he seemed fine with it.

“Thought this would be more comfortable. Is it okay?” He asks quietly, almost like he was nervous to even open his mouth.

You hummed, nodded your head. If you had opened your mouth then, you might’ve said something you would regret.

His forearms were still resting on your hips, hands just floating off the edge of your backside.

Trying to ignore it, you slowly raised your hands to his neck. Your fingertips just grazing his skin seemed to be painful, but you tried to be careful. As you tried to get closer to inspect, your nose was a few centimeters away from his jaw. He smelled amazing, unfortunately. You almost hated how addicting he smelled. Almost like a bonfire, something dark but still happy.

You whispered, “You smell good.”, into his neck. You didn’t even mean to let that slip out, but it was kinda worth it, watching his breathing falter a little bit. All he did was hum in response.

You dragged your fingers up his neck, and started lifting up his mask to look closer at his jaw. He grabbed your wrist and said, “What are you doing?”

You faintly smiled, “I need to look at your jaw. I won’t take it off all the way.”

His hand dropped, back down to where it was resting before, only this time, his thumb went through one of your belt loops.

Your muscles tensed in shock, but then quickly relaxed. You felt like you were just melting over him.

Your fingers pushed up his mask, inch by inch, until the whole lower half of his face was exposed.

His lips are gorgeous. You thought. He had a scar on his left cheek that you accidentally ran your fingers over, but then quickly got back to what you were supposed to be doing.

You grabbed some gauze and alcohol, and started dabbing the wound with it. He inhaled through his teeth in pain, and grabbed your hips roughly.

“Y/n, could you hurry up? This hurts more than I’d like to admit.”

You scoffed, and finished cleaning the wound before putting a large bandaid on it, stroking his face as you laid it on the cut.

“Done.” You whispered.

“Thank yo-”

You cut him off mid sentence by putting your mouth on his. Your hands moved to his neck, then to his hair as your lips intertwined with his. You broke from the kiss, sighing, his hands resting back on your waist, drawing circles carefully underneath your shirt.

“You're welcome.”

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blake-pastelle · 9 months

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“Another one of Blake’s Blokes is waiting for you.”

Ashley, another bartender at the Tap House, smirked devilishly as she snuck past me to get to the ice bin. “He specifically asked for you. Better get to it.”

Internally I groaned, but put a smile on that resonated charm and excitement. The ongoing joke at the Tap House is that the men who always ask for me are “Blake’s Blokes.” As mortifying as it is, I need the hefty tips they leave me.

“Todd!” I gushed, hurrying to where he sat at the bar. Todd was a nice, clean cut guy who worked in real estate. I leaned over to ensure my low cut corset pushed my tits towards his face. “What can I get you?”

“Blake,” Todd replied, his nondescript, pale face lighting up with a smile. “I want you to meet my friend Joey. We just met at the real estate convention at Caesar’s.”

I turned my head to my right to see a man draped over the bar. He lifted his head to reveal a shockingly sharp jaw and handsome features. “Blake,” he slurred, “I lost all of my money at the slots today and need a pick-me-up.”

I laughed and shook my head. “This town runs on fools like you.” I stood up straight to reach for two glasses. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?”

Todd cleared his throat and looked at Joey before leaning closer to whisper, “I actually was thinking that maybe… um, for the right amount… you’d…”

“We’ll pay you five grand each for a night with you. All of us together.” Joey smirked lazily, his drunken eyes dead and barely open.

I was stunned into silence for only a moment. “Todd, come closer.” I murmured seductively, reaching for his tie as he leaned over the bar in anticipation. With a swift tug, I slammed his face into the bar before pulling it back up just to deliver a punch that made the grown man weep.

“Woah, you bitch!” Joey shouted, trying to wobble away from the bar but his drunken state had left him defenseless. As Todd nursed his bloody nose, I leapt over the bar to push Joey until he could no longer stand in his inebriated state. I pressed the heel of my boot into his chest to ensure he couldn’t sit up.

“I’d no sooner fuck you with his dick!” I screamed, ensuring my furious face was the last thing Joey saw before I knocked his lights out.

#( blake 002 )

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 11 months

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The Greed of Men Part 5

Warnings: canon typical shit, Katya being a feisty little shit

Word count: 1600ish

The next morning you are shown to your rooms. They aren’t as opulent as Alina’s, but you prefer them this way. The bed is still too soft, the sheets too smooth, the pillows too plump, but you force yourself to use them anyway. The wardrobe is stocked with functional clothing and 2 black coats that feel suspiciously like corecloth. You’d like to complain about the color, or at least about the assumption in making most of your clothing black, but it really does suit you, so you hold your tongue.

The next few days are relatively monotonous. Alina trains and you follow her around as often as you can. Usually watching from a distance so she doesn’t feel you hovering. She knows you’re there, though, and will wave when she catches your eye. The change in her hasn’t ceased to amaze you. It’s been so long since she seemed truly healthy and now, all of the sudden, she’s grown and strong and powerful in ways you had only ever been able to dream of for her.

Alina’s confidence is yet another thing you are happy to see improve. She is more sure of herself, of her place in the world, more comfortable in her own skin. You’ll never admit it, but you are grateful to the Darkling for keeping her safe and helping her grow. Arguably much of that change has come from Botkin and Baghra, but you catch the General checking in on her every now and then. Offering words of support, constructive criticism, and even praise.

You still think he should at the very least be stabbed for this flirtation he has with your sister. She’s far too young for him. For now, you have decided to let the fragile peace remain between the 3 of you. You’ll save the stabbing for another day. So long as he keeps his hands to himself, you will allow him to keep his hands.

Today, you are observing Alina spar with a particularly skilled squaller, one you’ve noticed scowling in Alina’s direction frequently. You’re nearby this time, making small conversation with Botkin.

“Do you fight?”

“Often,” you reply with a grin. He gestures to the training field and you shake your head. “I couldn’t impose on you like that.”

“You are afraid.” Botkin states and you have the feeling he’s mocking you.

“It wouldn’t be fair for your students.”

“You would deny them the chance to learn?”

You watch the squaller knock your sister on her ass for the 3rd time today and shrug. “When you put it that way, I guess I have to do it now.”

“Who do you choose?”

“Who’s your best?”

“Zoya.” The squaller sparring with Alina looks up at his words.

“Perfect,” you say sincerely.

The two of you enter the circle drawn in the dirt.

“Kick her ass, Kat,” Alina says in your ear as you pass her. You smirk. This should be fun. Saints know you need some stress relief.

“I do have a few years on you, squaller. I’ll go easy on you.” You can’t resist the urge to taunt Zoya.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re a no-name street rat. I don’t expect it to be much of a fight.”

You smile thinly, but you aren’t bothered by her words, and strike first. It’s more of a warning shot than anything, you are unsurprised when she dodges it. Zoya swings a fist towards your jaw and you block it with your left forearm, throwing a punch with your right fist. This one lands and she grimaces, recovering quickly, stepping closer to you and hooking a leg around your own in an attempt to throw you. You let her, but use the momentum of the move to continue rolling the two of you until you land atop her, hand resting on her throat.

“Good match,” you offer your hand out once the two of you are standing.

Zoya ignores it and hisses,” Beginner’s luck.”

“If you wanted a rematch, you only had to ask,” you quip with a shrug.

“Ms. Starkov,” The General calls from Botkin’s side. You and Alina both look towards him. “The elder Ms. Starkov.”

“Saved by your General, princess. Next time I won’t go so easy on you.” The look Zoya gives you might be strong enough to kill a lesser woman.

You join the General and ask, “What do you need? Sir.” You add the ‘sir’ for the sake of appearances and because you know the Darkling will hear its sarcasm.

“Come take a walk with me, Ms. Starkov.”

You wait until the 2 of you are a safe distance away to begin your usual banter. “Are we going to have another one of our ‘chats’ where you ‘don’t’ try to kill me?”

“Baghra is aware of your ability,” the Darkling said, ignoring you.

“You mean you told her,” you say pointedly.

“Yes. She would like to meet you.”

“Oh, excellent,” you say with glee.

The Darkling turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “That is not the reaction I was expecting.”

“I heard she hits students with her cane, swarms them with bees, and other various tortures. I can’t wait to see what she tries with me.” There’s a skip in your step as you turn yourself around so you walk backwards as you speak with the General. “When does she want to meet me?”

“Now,” the Darkling says.

“Today is turning out great!” You exclaim, clapping your hands. “Oh come on, why are you looking at me like that? I like fucking with bullies. It’s one of my favorite, mostly legal, pastimes.”

“I look forward to hearing how it goes, Ms. Starkov,” he says and you swear he’s trying not to smile.

“You aren’t coming with?” You ask as you arrive by Baghra’s hut.

“Your… conversation with Baghra will likely be more productive without my presence. She and I do not see eye to eye on most things.”

“Really? You don’t get along with someone? That’s super surprising.”

“Very amusing, Ms. Starkov,” the General says dryly.

“I try,” you grin and give him a wink before stepping into the hut and closing the door behind you.

The woman in front of you is both ancient and ageless. Her skin is mostly smooth, but her hair is graying, and her eyes have a depth to them that only time can give.

“Have a seat, girl.”

“You wanted to talk with me,” you prompt as you sit across from her.

“Have some tea,” Baghra orders more than offers.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Hm. So you are the woman who claims to be the Sun Summoner’s sister. I must admit, I fail to see the resemblance.”

“We aren’t related by blood, but we are family.”

“I see. You’ve known her for 10 or so years now, and you’ve never told her about your summoning. It sounds like you don’t trust her very much, for family.”

“So this is your angle then?” You roll your eyes. “Trying to drive a wedge between me and Alina, getting into my head. Very original. Do you have any family, Baghra?”

“This conversation is not about me, girl.”

“My name is Katarina, not girl, and this conversation is very much about you. What is it about you that is so broken you want to break everyone else?”

“How dare you?” Baghra spits out sternly.

“Quite easily. If this little chat doesn’t have a real purpose, then I am going to leave.”

Baghra’s posture relaxes slightly. “You aren’t what I expected.”

“Good.”

“The General tells me you are an adequate shadow summoner.”

“Does he really? High praise coming from him.”

“He also tells me you claim to be self taught.”

“I am self taught, unless you know any other shadow summoners besides the Darkling running around Ravka, I didn’t really have any other option.”

“You taught yourself the Cut.”

“Yes.”

“Shadow-walking?”

“Yes.”

“Simultaneous, multi-limbed movement?”

“Yes.”

“Shields, walls, and barriers?”

“I’m still working on those,” you admit.

“Intriguing. I will teach you from now on.”

“No you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like you and I think you are a duplicitous snake,” you respond cheerfully. While Alina may not have picked up on the depths of Baghra’s manipulative nature, you can tell this woman has about a thousand personal agendas just by looking at her. Much like the General, though you find Baghra to be more off putting.

“You don’t know me, girl.”

“I trust my instincts.”

“Do you truly believe the Darkling to be a superior instructor? That he does not have any ulterior motives for everything he says and does?”

“Oh I’m certain he does.”

“Very well. I will not force you to stay.”

“Good, I don’t do very well with being forced into things.” With that, you get up and leave. You’re surprised to see the General still waiting for you on the other side of the door.

“You’re still here.”

“That was quicker than I expected.”

“Were you expecting me to drink the drugged tea?”

The Darkling looks surprised. “I was not aware you knew about her tea drugging habits.”

“Alina told me. Don’t you think allowing her to beat, terrorize, and drug your soldiers is a bit much?”

“I admit some of her methods may be extreme at times, but they are effective.”

“If you have to harm a child to teach them, then maybe you aren’t a good teacher.”

“The world my Grisha grow up in is not good or fair, Ms. Starkov. They are in danger from the moment their abilities manifest. Sometimes cruel and extreme measures are needed to prepare them for that reality.”

“It shouldn’t be that way. Grishenka are training to be soldiers from the moment they arrive. No one should have to be concerned about war that young.”

“No, they shouldn’t,” the Darkling agrees, solemnly. “One day, Grisha will no longer need to fear the world around them. They will no longer live to be soldiers.”

“I hope I live to see that day,” you say earnestly.

“You will, Ms. Starkov.”

**********

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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Could you write a fic where Sam and Tara seem finally happy, they’ve just finished up their meal at a pizza place that is just a lil bit too cheap to not raise an eyebrow and are now walking home to their apartment before they get bombarded by conspiracy theorists. They go to hassle Sam aggressively shoving her and interrogating her before Tara charges at the theorist, knocking them over and pummelling their face with punches. This protection doesn’t come free,though as the theorists grab Tara and beat her up while same is unable to help. Sam’s guilt would drive her crazy after this

“Loomis”-

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“You know, for someplace that only had two stars on Yelp, that hit!”

Sam threw her head back and laughed, pulling her sister in for a side hug. The pair had just finished eating at Guido’s Pizzeria, a family restaurant down the block from their new place. Tara had begged to try it, even though the Yelp reviews were dismal. So they did.

Kissing the side of Tara's head, Sam sighed. “You know, it wasn’t half-bad. The tomato sauce was a little sweet for my taste, but I’d try it again,”.

Tara hummed. “The garlic bread was good. I love garlic bread,”.

“I know you do, my love. I know you do,”.

Sam was so busy fussing with Tara's jacket that she didn’t notice the crowd of men approaching them.

That was her first mistake.

“Oh boys, look what we have here. The killer of Woodsboro!” crowed the ringleader, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Sam moved Tara behind her, eyeing the men forming a circle around her. The two sisters both had tasers and knives on them, but six full-grown men were surrounding them. They would have to be smart about this.

“I think you’ve heard wrong. I’m no such thing,” she carefully said, watching as one of the men started cracking his knuckles.

The ringleader laughed again, a cold, calculated laugh. Tara gripped her wrist harder, her hands shaking. Sam stood straighter, one hand in her coat pocket, grasping the knife hiding there.

He quickly got up in Sam’s face, grinning wider at how both sisters flinched. “No, I think I’m right. You’re the bitch who murdered all those people. And enjoyed it. You’re bold to walk around this city, Sam, the murderer,”.

She bristled, eyes darkening. “I’m not my father. But if you ask nicely, I’m sure I can do a good impersonation of his work. Now back up before I make you,” she growled.

Grinning, he got nose-to-nose with Sam. “I’d like to see you try, Loomis,.”

Her second mistake was not punching him first.

Instead, chaos erupted. Within a blink of an eye, Tara jumped on the guy, screaming that she was not like her father, and pummeled him with a barrage of punches. The other guys, along with Sam, were frozen in shock, watching the man get beat up by a five-foot girl.

Her third mistake was not reacting first.

As she reached down to pull Tara off the guy, the other boys regained their confidence quicker. Two guys yanked Sam up, forcing her to her knees, her arms behind her back. The other three easily plucked Tara off their ringleader, holding her up in the air by her armpits.

The ringleader got up, wiping blood off his nose. He pointed at Sam, and she smiled at the damage Tara had done, despite the fear running through her.

“I’m surprised you let your sister hit first. Maybe you’re not your father's daughter,”.

Tara squirmed in their grip, trying to get free. The ringleader smiled a cold, bone-chilling smile. Before he spoke, Sam connected the dots on what would go down.

“But somebody has to pay for the deaths in Woodsboro. And your sister will be our penance,”.

With that, he advanced on Tara, despite Sam’s pleas and Tara's squirming. Reaching into Tara's jacket pocket, he pulled out the pocketknife.

He waved the knife in Tara's face, smirking at her eyes widened with fear. “Aw. You were gonna use this on me, weren’t you? I wish you did. It would’ve made what would happen next more fun,”.

And with that, he punched Tara in the gut, and Sam let out a scream she never knew she could make.

She doesn’t remember much after that. For every two punches they threw at Tara, one was thrown at Sam. Eventually, she lost track, and Tara stopped crying out.

They gave up after a while, throwing down Sam and letting Tara's limp body hit the ground.

Fighting the urge to black out, Sam reached out for her baby sister. Tara was covered in blood, bruising blossoming over her closed eyes. She wasn’t moving, yet Sam could tell she was still faintly breathing.

The whole image of her sister tore Sam apart. It was yet again another bloodbath she could’ve stopped.

But what made Sam’s breath catch in her throat were the words that were scratched onto her sister’s arm.

Sam Loomis

—-

Sam doesn’t remember getting to the hospital. It was all so sudden.

Flashing lights, questions, and people strapping her down into a gurney.

“I need to see my sister. I need to be by her,” she gasped, wincing as the paramedic stuck a needle in her arm.

The paramedic gently pushed her down again, silencing her. “She’s in the other vehicle. I need you to lay down, Ms. Loomis,”.

She jerked back up, crying out at the pain in her ribs. “It’s not fucking Loomis. I’m Sam, Sam Carpenter!” she spat out.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Ms. Carpenter. My mistake. It was just written on your sister’s arm, that’s all,”.

Laying back, Sam felt woozy. The medication was hitting. Was that a sedative? She hasn’t been sedated in so long. Where was Tara? She should be here.

“Loomis,” she mumbled, drifting off into a drugged sleep for the rest of the ride.

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“Listen, if you don’t let me see my fucking sister right now, I’ll add more bodies to my list. I swear to god!”

The nurse pushed Sam back down into the bed. “I told you, I’m not afraid to restrain you. Your sister is in the ICU recovering from surgery. No guests right now. Now sit!” she said crossly.

Sam threw her hands back in exasperation. “I’m already stuck in this fucking bed. I want to see her, please!”

She wasn’t above begging anymore. She was stuck in a hospital with her ribs wrapped in gauze and stitches above her eye- and heavily medicated. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere else besides her sister’s side.

“No, Sam. I’m sorry. Maybe later,” the nurse sympathetically said, closing the door softly behind her.

Groaning, Sam laid her head back against the bed. She fucked up. She fucked up tremendously. Once again, due to her lack of awareness, she had gotten the sisters into a perilous situation.

And once again, Tara was hospitalized.

It was as if Sam was incapable of being a protector. She is incapable of taking care of someone that depended on her.

Sam knew deep down that those men were right. She was a killer. She took after her father. She knew all that, and she knew it well.

But she always took pride in how much she loved Tara. How Sam could anticipate her needs, calm her fears, and make Tara feel loved. She knew she could provide that stable love and home Tara craved and deserved.

Yet again, Sam repeatedly proves to the world that she’s a complete and total fuck-up. Unable to take care of the one person who truly matters. She was a failure in all accounts of the world.

She kept her eyes closed and breathed slowly. Deep down, she knew that if she looked into her reflection, she would see Billy.

And he would smile back at her, thanking her for following in his footsteps.

Sam Loomis.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #this one was specific but fun #ao3 author #my writing tag #sorry! an attempt to be happy was made!#AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

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asmutwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 1)

What can I say other then please can Joseph Quinn respectively punch me in the face (no I am not sorry for that)

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2750

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: cheating, swearing, making out, I don’t know what else there is to be honest

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

THURSDAY

You sit in the canteen. You boyfriend Chris has an arm looped over your shoulder. You fingers intertwined with his. You started dating in 1980. 4 years ago on Sunday. You’ve planned to stay round his on Saturday so that you have the whole of Sunday with him. Jessica comes and sits next to you both. “Have you seen the freaks today?”

“No. Why?”

“They were talking about some weird game. God it’s pathetic. Fully grown men playing a fantasy game” as if on cue ‘the freaks’ walked in. You and your friends watch them as the go and sit on their table. You boyfriend speaks up

“Oh look the freak show is in town” they all look over at your table. One of them standing on his chair, lifting his middle finger up at you all before hopping back down and sitting. You stay quiet as Chris and Jessica laugh. You know lunch has finished when the bell rings. Chris kisses you, deeply before moving away. You smile at him.

“You still ok for me to come round this weekend?”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to it my love. I won’t be in tomorrow, I’ve got more important stuff to be doing but I’ll see you on Saturday” he kisses your forehead before going off to his class. You and Jessica wave at him as you go to your science class. The next few lessons go past quickly. So quickly that the end of the school day creeps up on you as you walk home.

Now you sit with your mum, dad and brother at the dinner table. Just as you all start your food your mum speaks up. “Your father and I have a business thing to attend to this weekend. We will likely be back on Monday or Tuesday. Will you two be ok on your own?” you both nod

“Can I invite the guys round to stay? We will only play DnD and not have any massive party I promise” you parents look at each other. Before you can state your opinion your mum answers

“I don’t see why not. Just make sure the house is tidy for when we get back” he smiles and eats again

“I’m so glad I’m staying with Chris this weekend. I don’t think I’d be able to cope with all the geekiness”

FRIDAY

The next day goes past quickly. You pack your bags for your time with Chris. Going downstairs you see your bother in the living room. “I thought they were coming this weekend?”

“We figured they might as well come round tonight. Then we can play for longer” you nod

“I’ll pack and go to Chris’s tonight then instead of tomorrow. Makes the most sense”

“Are you sure?” you nod and smile at him

“I’ll be fine. He knows I’m going round tomorrow anyway. What is one more night going to effect” he nods and goes back to setting up his game. You bite your lip slightly “I’m sorry about him”

“Who?”

“Chris. He was mean to you and your friends” he shrugs

“Next year I’ll be out of that hell hole where he can’t bother me” he looks at you and smiles “Just don’t be offended when I don’t invite him to the family dinners” you laugh and go over and hug him

“I love you dude”

“I love you too sis” You pull away from the hug and ruffle his hair

“Best big brother I have”

“I’m your only brother” you blow kisses at him as he swears at you. You go to your room and grab your bag for the weekend. You walk out the house, saying goodbye to Michael as you go.

Chris lives about a 30 minute walk from you. It always seems to take you forever to get there but also the time goes by so quickly. You come up to the front gate. Going up to the front door you go to knock when you see two people in the window. You look confused as you go and take a closer look. You hold back a choked sob as you see your boyfriend railing another woman. “Oh shit baby” you hear. Not in your boyfriends voice, but still it sounds so familiar. You cover your mouth as a way to muffle you cry as you see your best friend underneath him. You shake your head. Sadness washing over you. So this is why he said he wanted to meet you tomorrow and not tonight. He was too busy screwing your best friend. You turn and let the tears fall down your cheeks as you angrily walk back home. Using the back of your hand to wipe your tears.

You open the front door to your house, leaning against the frame as you wipe the dried tears from your cheeks. “Liz?” you look in the mirror by the door as your bothers head pokes round the living room door. You smile at him “Liz are you ok? I thought you were going out” you nod and go over to him, not caring who might see you. You hug him tightly. His hand goes up and strokes your hair as you continue to hug him. You then hear a cough. You pull away from your hug and cover your mouth

“Oh shit. Sorry. Fuck I forget you were doing your nerd thing”

“Dungeons and dragons”

“Yeah whatever. Sorry guys”

“Wait I know you...” one of the boys speaks. You look, a guy with dark curly hair and dark eyes watches you. You smile slightly and do a small wave “I’m Elizabeth”

“Michael” the long haired boy queries “Are you friends with our enemy?”

“No. More like related to the enemy” all the boys start kicking up a fuss. You try and hold back a laugh. Covering your mouth as your brother nudges you slightly

“Don’t laugh” he mutters to you

“Yeah... no” he looks hurt and fakes being wounded.

“Can we get back to our game now?” the long haired boy asks. Your brother looks at you and you smile slightly and nod. He goes and sits down.

“Could I... Can I sit and watch?” they all look at each other, then back at you, then each other again. Michael speaks

“I have no complaints” the guys roll their eyes as you sit down. You wipe your eyes again as you feel fresh tears start to spike them. You try not to think about what happened earlier and instead focus on the campaign happening before you. It fascinated you. The vast world these boys had created. The characters and the gameplay. You watched in awe as they all got into character. The long haired boy who you believe to be called Eddie was leading the game. Helping the others to progress the story.

You start to feel tired about 1am, saying goodnight and heading to bed. You hadn’t realised how much being with them had put your mind to rest as you spent most of the time tossing and turning in your bed. You let out an annoyed huff as you wake up. Looking at the watch by your bed it says 4:37am. You could almost cry again. You figure you might sleep better if you have something to eat and drink so you stand up and go to the kitchen. Grabbing yourself some water and a biscuit you go to walk back upstairs when you walk into someone. “Oh fuck sorry” you hear a chuckle

“Don’t worry about it. My fault for not turning the bathroom light on” if it was any of your brothers other friends you don’t think you’d be able to recognise their voices but because you had just been listening to him speaking for about 6 hours straight you recognised Munson’s voice.

“Come into the kitchen. Let me help dry you a bit” you start to walk, feeling for the light as you hear his soft footsteps follow you. Turning the light on you grab a dry cloth. You hand it to him, seeing the white of his shirt gone slightly see through as he tries his best to dry himself. “It might be better to air your shirt. Here, let me hang it up for you” you hold your hand out. He raises an eyebrow at you. Clearly seeing the innocence behind your eyes he shrugs and takes his shirt off. You take it from him and hang it over the door. “It should be dry by morning” you smile at him as he hands you the cloth. You take that from him too, noticing his arm tattoos. “Oh nice tats dude”

“Thanks. I did them myself”

“Really?” you go over to him, looking at his handy work. You see the one near his collarbone. Smiling you turn to look at him. Noticing you are very close to him at this point you take a small step back, placing the cloth on the side. You turn to face him again. “I am going to show you something. If you tell my brother I will kill you” he nods and chuckles slightly, but his eyes grow wide as you pull the side of your pyjama shorts down. Just below your waist band a small butterfly. “What do you think?”

“It’s good” he walks over to you. Again, sensing the innocence in your actions he comes to inspect it closer.

“Do you really think so?” he nods

“Who did it for you?”

“I did it myself. I got bored one evening so I had a stab at it. No pun intended” he laughs and stands up straight again as you place the waistband back over your tattoo. “Tell my brother and I will murder you though” he laughs as you smile at him. He breaks eye contact with you and rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“I thought you’d be a lot meaner”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re one of the popular people. Everyone loves you” you laugh

“I wouldn’t say everyone. Just a large majority of them” now it’s his turn to laugh.

“I mean I don’t blame them. You have a lot of friends, everyone knows who you are and you have the perfect boyfriend who never has a hair out of place” you shrug, sadness coming over you again. He doesn’t seem to notice the change in your demeanour and continues talking “I mean, everyone either wants to be you or be with you” this catches your attention as you look at him, a small smile on your lips

“Which one do you want?” he chokes slightly, caught off guard by your words. You tilt your head “You said everyone. Which one do you want?” he shakes his head and looks down. You playfully hit his shoulder “I’m only teasing you” he chuckles, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. You smile at him before covering your mouth as you yawn. He chuckles more genuinely this time.

“You should get to bed” you shake your head as you rub your eyes

“I’m not really tired “he raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and look down “I can’t sleep very well tonight” he nods

“Because of earlier? I only noticed you seemed sad” you shrug

“Might be something to do with that”

“Anything I can do to help?” you shake your head, giving him a half smile. He smiles back at you. You can smell the cigarette smoke on his breath. That’s when you realise how close you are to him. You look at him, the smile on his face fading as he sees you look more serious. Your eyes flutter to look at his mouth, then look back at his eyes. You can tell he’s trying not to smile.

“What?” he shakes his head “tell me!” you playfully hit his chest. He chuckles

“If you weren’t so innocent in all your actions I would think that you were flirting with me” you feel your cheeks turn pink

“I-” he shakes his head and puts his hands up in a defensive matter. “I’m not purposefully flirting with you” he laughs

“Good. I don’t think you boyfriend would appreciate you talking to the freak of the town” you shake your head

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore” he furrows his brows at you

“But I saw you two yesterday. Or I guess more 2 days ago now. You seemed pretty happy then”

“That was before I found him fucking my best friend” you look at him, his eyes grow wide

“Jesus Christ” you nod

“Not a fun thing to see. Especially as we would’ve been dating for 4 years on Sunday”

“I’m sorry Elizabeth” you shake your head

“He was a waste of space anyway” you look down as you feel tears form in your eyes. His hand goes up instinctively to wipe them away, tilting your head up to look at him

“Hey, you are so much better than he is. You don’t need him. He’s an absolute dick head”

“You would’ve said the same thing about me yesterday though” you whisper out. He tilts his head as he looks at you, his hands still gently holding your chin, the other resting on your cheek wiping away any fallen tears.

“I have heard enough about you both to know that you deserve better” you nod. The genuine talk making you do something you never thought you’d do. You slowly stand on your tiptoes, testing to see if he’d move away or not as you gently place your lips to his. You feel him tense up slightly but he soon relaxes as you feel his hands fall from your face to find your waist, placing them there as your arms wrap around his neck. You can taste beer on his tongue as you tangle one of your hands into his hair. Pulling him closer as you back into the counter, you pull away slightly to check if he’s ok. He looks at you, his dark eyes filled suddenly filled with lust. You smile as you crash your lips with his again. He lifts you up onto the counter, slotting his body between your legs. You feel his hands move from your hips, one goes by your side and the other sits on your lower back. You’ve only ever kissed a few people before. Although you and Chris had kissed each other several times and had several make out sessions this moment with Eddie was different. It seemed so much more intimate, so much more tasteful. His tongue explored yours as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel his dick grow slightly, the angle you both being in making it easy to feel him. You smile into his mouth, rutting your hips against him in a teasing manner. He lets out a moan, pulling you closer to him as a means to keep you still. He is the first to pull away, allowing you both to breath. “Holy shit” he says as he moves away from you. He looks at you. It catches up to you of what you had just been doing. More so, where and who you were doing it with. You cover your mouth, scared one of his friends or worse yet, your brother, had seen you. Almost like he can read your mind he turns to see if anyone is down the hallway. He turns to you and shakes his head, his eyes filled with relief as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I’m sorry about that. I umm... I don’t know why I did it” he shakes his head, looking at you sideways through his hair

“I’m not complaining” you nod and move off of the counter

“I liked our chat. Thank you” he smiles at you

“You should go to bed m’lady. It’s getting late” you look out the window to see the sun starting to rise

“Actually I think it’s getting early” he looks out and laughs. You go to the bottom of the stairs, he stops you by placing a hand over yours as yours rests on the bannister.

“I’d be careful. If you aren’t you might become a freak like me” you smile at him, a hand going up to caress his cheek

“That isn’t a bad thing Eddie. You are amazing” you move your hand from his face “goodnight”

“Goodnight” he whispers as you head upstairs “I’ll see you tomorrow”

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ink3dinich0r · 11 months

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NSFW A-Z Headcanons for Sports Maxx

I decided to do this after @papersirens did an absolutely amazing one for Donatello Versus. It's been a good exercise while taking a small break from projects before I jump into new ones! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you to my friends who've contributed some ideas for a few of these prompts!

The original prompt can be found here!

(TW: Some mentions of blood & drug usage.)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He likes to lay there for a second and bask in the afterglow.

He’ll smoke a cigarette in bed, asking if you’re ‘alright’ after the act.

He knows he can go a little hard and heavy so, even for short flings, he wants to make sure they leave as satisfied as him.

If he’s not that satisfied, or just completely unpleased, he’ll just get right up and send them off, either calling someone who can finish the job or doing it himself.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him: his entire body. He’s a workout junkie, often hitting the gym at least once a day, so he’s proud of how sculpted & strong he is. He’s been able to knock out grown men with one punch or a kick, and he'll be sure to boast about it too.

For his partners: the eyes, especially with well-done eye-shadow and liner. Bonus points if they have a unique eye color like gray or amber.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves the feeling of licking up cum from a used pussy.

It could be theirs, or his; he’ll love it either way.

During a threesome, he might be tempted to do it with the other guy’s cum, but only if he knows him well.

Loves to cum on his partner’s faces, backs, and along their ass/pussy.

It really gets him going if you finger yourself with the mess he leaves on you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Definitely always down to fuck a woman while she's menstruating.

Loves the feeling against his cock; It's warm, wetter, and more lubricating than usual sex, which drives him crazy how easily he slides in and out.

Not afraid to eat you out either; if anything he might really prefer that.

He's into blood play and this is the easiest method to live out those fantasies.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced, with both sexes.

He’s more experienced with women than men, just because men are harder to find.

He'll try to hint at it, but after two times and still no reciprocation, he’ll just drop it and move onto a woman.

It usually takes him one or two tries to find your most sensitive spot, and once he has it, he’ll play with it until you’re breaking underneath him.

He’s extremely good with his hands; it's how he learns best. :)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggystyle, holding you by the hair if you’re willing.

Loves the visual of seeing you bounce off his cock from behind, watching the way your ass moves each time his hips thrust into you.

Also the best position to hold you down in; if he puts his arms around your hips and into the bed while thrusting into you, it locks you in place to where you can't move.

He might have some dub-con fantasies he plays out in his head while giving you a good pounding.

In this position, he'll whisper the nastiest shit you've ever heard in your ear while you moan into the pillows, unable to even speak clearly anymore from how good and deep he manages to get in you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Can be goofy with a partner, but always serious with flings.

He doesn't want to run the risk of one-night-stands or friends with benefits getting the wrong idea; he saves all the mushy stuff for his partner, if he has one.

He was a little too friendly with a fling once, and it ended pretty badly after explaining that they were, in fact, not dating.

His seriousness isn't unappealing though; he's got a very manicured charm and suave dialogue that he uses in the bedroom, even for quickies.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Doesn’t grow a lot of hair.

His chest and pubes are thin, fair hairs that he can easily trim and keep maintained.

Any hair he does grow on his face gets shaved off.

He likes a clean look, and has a sharp jawline for it.

Definitely tries to keep the “sharp businessman” look as perfect as possible. Better looks = better money, and he's all about the money.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Romantic in a pleasing and charming way.

Keeps any excessive closeness talk of "fuck, I want you to have my baby" or "I want to fucking marry you, god..." out of the bedroom, even if it's "just a turn on", unless he's actually committed to said person.

One miscommunication in a fling was bad enough for him. He doesn't want a repeat of that.

He will, however, talk about how beautiful they are underneath him, and how well they take his cock.

Or how pretty their lips look while sucking him off.

Lots and praise and compliments to encourage you to keep going.

He’s a good mentor, showing you how to treat him right in a smooth and sensual manner that makes you feel adored.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really have solo sex often and much prefers to have partners.

When he does have to jack it and doesn’t have connections for the night, he definitely closes his eyes to use his imagination.

Porn doesn't work well for him at all; almost all of it is unappealing or "unrealistic", which is why he prefers partners.

He makes sure he’s comfortable, alone, in his bedroom, and everything’s perfect. It’s hard for him to get off by himself so conditions have to be perfect.

He’ll stick to stroking his cock and playing with his chest, just switching positions in bed to make it feel better.

Again, not a lot of solo sex so he rarely has toys.

He might have one or two; if there’s an anal plug or a vibrating cock ring he’s got on hand, he’ll use it to make the process easier.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Impact Play: spanking, hard, when his partner is being a brat, or lightly slapping their face when they’re misbehaving in bed. He likes a bit of resistance that he can ‘correct’ if he needs to. He'll even make you count how many hits you get, and if you mess up, you start from 0.

Biting/Hickies: Loves sinking his teeth into and sucking your skin, marking you as his. Not enough to draw blood, unless you’re alright with it, in which then, yes, he won't hold back. He'll bite you everywhere; the shoulders, thighs, ass, and neck are his favorite spots.

Cunnilingus/Anilingus: Loves sucking, licking, and tonguing his partner's most sensitive holes. He's insanely good at it, since it's his favorite thing to do. It gets him hard in seconds, seeing the way his partners legs open up for him and shake at every movement from his tongue.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his car; he loves being ridden in the backseat while sucking and licking on your titties. He can get a good grip of your ass too so he can just slide you up and down on him as much as he wants.

He's got dark, tinted windows so no one can see all the nasty shit you both do while driving by the general public. It's a nice car too, with velvet and leather, and every inch of the interior feels plush and like it was made for you to be fucked on.

He'll make a joke that it was, if you both are close enough.

As much as it costs him to clean, he loves it when his partners make a mess in the seats.

He'll lay you back on the bench seat and eat you until you cream all over the leather, making you lick up your own mess.

You get a kiss if you clean it up real good.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Loves having sex to music, especially slow R&B. At a nice volume, playing in the background.

Plus, it's kind of nice to match the pace of the song for a good rhythm.

Also very attracted to a partner with red hair.

Doesn’t really know where the attraction stems from, but he’s always had a keen eye for unique color.

Can be dark cherry red, bright red, or variations of pink–he falls head over heels for it.

Sex while high on drugs is another extra enjoyment of his.

Depending on what kind, he's either more sensitive or can last longer. Different substances have different benefits.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Been in the sewer enough to know he’s not into bodily fluid play.

Piss is alright; he likes a squirter. It's clean and sterile.

He’s a top, so while he loves some resistance, too much resistance and he’ll just send you off instead of pursuing a good time.

Too much crying; he thinks it's hot when you sob out a moan, but do it too long and it does make him wonder if he’s actually hurting you.

He’ll be inclined to stop and check-in, if he cares enough to, or just tell you to shut the fuck up or you can leave.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Absolutely loves it, he might have an oral fixation he’s unaware of.

He loves pretty, glossy lips sucking on his cock, and loves it even more if it leaves lipstick stains.

He absolutely loves eating, licking, and sucking pussy, ass, and mouth. Something about getting his lips messy with cum and saliva gets him rock hard in seconds.

He absolutely loves receiving all the same; maybe not too often with rimming unless he knows you super well.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and rough.

Teases you with a very slow start; Just the head to stretch you out first, and then inch by inch, slowly making sure you feel filled up.

He speeds up only to keep up the tease, but makes you cum when he hits it slow, feeling the whole length drag back and forth against your walls.

He'll make sure to keep you cumming longer by holding his pace well.

The slower he goes, the more time and ability he has to give you attention to any other part that needs it: fondling your breasts, kissing your neck, etc.

He doesn’t like fucking fast and prefers to take his time; too fast and it just feels numb for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are common for him.

Not really nightly but definitely when he has time.

He’s got a high sex drive so it might be at least once a week.

Mostly stops by VIP clubs and scouts for partners that look like they’ve got enough energy to last a couple of rounds for the night.

Would never get a partner from a bar or off the street, though. Bars are low-standard, and the streetwalkers are his employees.

If he's desperate, though...maybe.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It depends, really.

If you’re asking to do any kind of topping him and he doesn’t know you all that well, the answer is a flat no.

If you do know him, then yeah, he’ll open up to more suggestions.

“Try everything once” kind of guy, so long as he can trust you.

Which is almost never, realistically.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lots of stamina and strength; can last for about two to three rounds.

Four would definitely be pushing it for him, but he could do it if you needed him to.

He might pass out on you though afterwards.

If you're both high off of something, though, then he can go as long as he’d like but you’ll both be sore as hell in the morning.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Spends more time with people than by himself so there is a noticeable lack of toys for him.

He may have one anal plug and a few cock rings, but that's it.

He's not against them; he'll use whatever you have on hand if that's what you like.

He might get a bit jealous if he sees it's making you more pleased than just his mouth, hand, or cock does, though.

Too much use of the toy and he thinks "why am I here, then?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Favorite thing to do; he loves teasing and making you beg for it.

He’ll finger you until you’re shaking underneath him, making a mess all on his hand, but never fast or well enough to actually cum.

Just enough to feel the burn and want more of it.

He thrusts slow and paced enough to hear you mewl and whine, but not to where you’ll cum yet.

Whispering in your ear about how you need to be good enough to earn it.

If you climax, it’s on his terms only.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's pretty vocal in the bedroom, but no yelling or loud moaning.

Just lots of pillow talk, nasty wordplay, and low groaning into your neck, chest, or ear.

He’ll compliment you and encourage you on your beauty and sex appeal, and the way your body is perfect for taking him and his seed, just to keep you going and make you blush.

He'll even say what he’s going to do to you next, just to see the anticipation in your eyes when he changes positions and pleases almost every inch and curve of your body.

He’s sociable in general so it’s normal for him to be just as talkative in the bedroom.

He practices what he preaches though, which is great!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Has definitely fucked in his gym's shower more than once.

Probably one of the most tame places he's ever had hook-ups.

He'll pay the lobby guy to put an "out of order" sign on the door to the showers so he can have his privacy for as long as he needs.

And it's in the shower, so easy clean up.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average size and girth, not too overpowering and he knows how to use it.

Had piercings but doesn’t wear them much anymore.

However, he's super sensitive now, so hey, it was a blessing in disguise.

Especially right underneath his head, at its base; that's his sweet spot.

He’s got nicely trimmed pubes; tried shaving all the way once and it was so uncomfortable that he never did it again. Besides, he likes hair, on both him and his partners.

Uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, but contained.

He’s got ways of dealing with it, and lots of nightly connections to indulge with. Friends with benefits that he’s kept around for years with just the same intention as him.

If he’s with someone romantically though, it gets tougher. Especially if they’re separated.

Yearning for too long makes him a little rougher once he sees them again.

Forget the bed, he’ll bend them over the nearest surface.

Condoms always on hand for those moments.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what time of day.

If it’s at night: it’s always done before he goes to sleep anyway, so pretty much immediately afterwards.

He’s physically affectionate, so cuddling happens pretty often if you're close enough; just helps him go to sleep faster if he has something to hold.

(If he ever sleeps alone, yeah, once or twice he holds a pillow to go to sleep.)

If it’s during the day: he only intends for it to be quick so he can get back to work.

You can try to ease him into a midday nap afterwards, but he’ll probably read a book or watch something if you doze off.

You might feel a hand run through your hair or down your back while you sleep; it's his silent way of showing you that he appreciates the good time well spent.

#jjba #sports maxx #stone ocean #writing

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jedimaesteryoda · 2 months

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tw://violence, sexual violence

Knowing who I'm about to talk about, that trigger warning is earned. Among all the (many) villains in Berserk, the one that always freaked me out the most was Wyald, the second apostle Guts met in the Golden Age arc.

Wyald's the kind of guy you can tell there's something not quite right with just by looking at him with a simian appearance and an unsettling smile. His apostle form is giant ape-like being with his upper torso on top, and an eye in the middle and one on each shoulder. And you know it's bad when his apostle form has a spiked phallus that makes me shudder to think of the women he may have used it on.

On a side not, it was so satisfying to see Guts emasculate him with his sword.

In terms of stats, he is superhumanly strong being able to punch a boulder to pieces, crush a guy's skull with two fingers and knock down a tree. Though in terms of weight class, he's not the most powerful apostle compared to the likes of Zodd and Grunbeld who could easily kick his ass (proven when Zodd dispatches him) with their more powerful apostle forms. And, let's be honest, even if Wyald was in his demon form and they in their human forms, they would still kick his ass given they're talented warriors in their own right having honed their skills whereas Wyald movements are noted to be sloppy with no technique. He is a classic brute who's all power and no skill. It's seen in the way his weapon of choice is a log, and his men easily being routed by the Band of the Hawk. Hence, why a pre-Dragonslayer Guts was able to defeat Wyald using his intelligence and outsmarting him.

He's also quite arrogant to the point that he recklessly charges straight ahead for the Hawk in spite of the clear risk. That may by due to the fact that he knows he is immortal and can heal from almost any wound as well as use his superhuman strength. His overconfidence proves to be his undoing.

He is the leader of the Black Dog knights, Midland's army made up of criminals who garnered the worst reputation. Under his leadership, they had a long list of war crimes, deliberately targeting civilians. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't uncommon in the Middle Ages as well as in Berserk's setting for armies to target the local populace, but Wyald takes it to another level of brutality as shown with the village where they raped and murdered the women, killed the men and threw kids into a fire and used their dismembered body parts as standards.

If you haven't already guessed by now, what really made him scary is that while not as strong as the aforementioned Nosferatu Zodd or Grunbeld, they at least have standards and you know the worst they'll give you is a quick death. Wyald on the other hand, might mutilate and/or rape you. Wyald is exactly what you'd fear most from an apostle: a sadistic, raping, brutish and heartless psychopath who is a monster in every sense of the term. He has zero restraint to the point he even kills his own men for routing or even advising caution. He even tries to rape Casca in his apostle form in the middle of a fight.

"That's the problem with grown-ups." *Crushes subordinate commander's skull with two fingers* "If you start talking about living or dying, you end up wasting your life away."

He approaches war with a libertine attitude with the motto "to enjoy and excite" or basically YOLO which sounds fun until you learn his idea of enjoyment and excitement is rape and slaughter. He even approaches it with a casual attitude, referring to people who exercise caution as "grown-ups" as if he is a kid complaining. He is over a century old, and he is at the same time both old and child-like. His words end up making more sense when you see his actual human form when he dies:

By the time his behelit activated, he was already an old man who had lived an insignificant life and for much of it, played it safe. Likely plenty of people as they get older, he was filled with regrets and wished he could be young again, and do the things he wished he had done. He got his wish in the form of a behelit and became an apostle. Being forever young with superhuman strength and healing, he could finally ingratiate his id without fear of any consequences.

But eventually karma caught up with him. He died a gruesome death at the hands of another apostle as a result of his actions stemming from being hypocritically worried about dying. As he told Zodd, he was told "Do as thou wilt" to which Zodd replied "Then, I shall do as I will," and dispatched him. For the first and final time, he faced the consequences of his actions and paid for it.

Wyald died not even being a climactic villain but a fake climax of the Golden Age arc. He didn't even deserve the top tier. He served to satisfy readers only with his justly deserved death.

#guts berserk #berserk #apostle #anime and manga

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lucakairomi · 8 months

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Lawrence and Luca- Part 2

Part 2 complete! No warnings except light violence. Lawrence belongs to @montammil and Luca belongs to me!

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Being accosted in the street by a man with a knife isn't as uncommon for Luca Montoya as it probably should be.

She senses his intent before she sees him- a niggling feeling of wrongness mixed with a general vibe of "I want to kill someone". The next sign comes fast- in the form of a guy coming up from behind her and literally trying to stab her in the back.

She feints to the side and throws a punch. The man sidesteps, draws a switchblade from his sleeve, and slashes. Luca grabs his wrist just before the blade can sink into her shoulder. He drops it, only to grab it out of the air with his free hand and slash at her again. She leaps backwards, out of range- and two other men box her in from the sides.

She grins sheepishly. "Okay, look, fellas... you don't wanna do this. Right? I'm sure you're all upstanding citizens of-" She ducks as a crowbar narrowly swooshes over her head courtesy of one of the two new guys. "Or not. Okay-"

She crouches, focusing, and stretches her fingers, cupping her hands like she's trying to hold water. Any passing onlookers would see nothing unusual- the men in front of her, however, can clearly see her irisis changing from brown to a bright blue. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

She raises her arms, curls them into tight fists, and then slams them into the closest goon's stomach. The man buckles, almost folded in half, before flying back nearly twenty feet and landing in a nearby dumpster. The other goons turn to look and then back again to stare at her.

Luca raises her fists again- and someone else's fist slams into the next goon's face.

"Lawrence?!" Luca gasps, equally surprised by the sudden appearance of the well-dressed man as the hard right hook he had just delivered. Luca quickly follows up, kicking the man in the gut and knocking him flat. "What are you doing here? I thought you were only in the city on business!"

"My trip was unexpectedly extended," Lawrence says, looking slightly chagrined. "I'm actually applying for a teaching job at the university a couple blocks from here. I'm staying in a hotel..." He looks around, seemingly once again confused by the city's streets and various alleyways. "Well, I thought it was around here somewhere."

Luca swiftly knees the other goon in the crotch and shoves him face-first into the wall. "Oh- I know that place! It's right near my agency actually."

"Really? What a coincidence!" Lawrence smiles.

Luca glances down at the two now unconscious men. "I'd give you directions, but I'm kinda in the middle of something right now."

"Why were those men attacking you?" Lawrence looks concerned.

Luca crouches and checks the man's pulse, then pockets his knife. "I dunno. I've made a lot of enemies over the years. Probably some gang or something." She straightens back up and starts typing on her phone. "The cops should be around to pick them up eventually."

Lawrence's expression is carefully balancing between horror and concern. "Does this happen- often?"

Luca looks up at him, noticing his expression. "Uh- I mean, not that often. Besides-" She jerks her chin towards the two, still slumped on the ground in dreamland. "I can handle myself."

Lawrence nods slowly. "I'm sure you can... but what was that fancy trick you had? With the- uh-" He moves his hands in an approximate copy of what Luca had done to send the first goon flying... inhumanly far. Luca visibly pales. "Uh-"

Her facial expression has rapidly shifted from confident to nervous, and Lawrence lowers his voice. "Anything you tell me is safe with me, kiddo." He crosses his heart. "Trust me."

Luca gazes up at him, her eyes wide, and she's shocked to find that... she does. She does trust this guy she's only met twice for a total of about an hour, and who had just seen her beat the shit out of three grown men. She blinks, surprised with herself. His aura is just as clear as always, devoid of anything except for concern, worry- and compassion.

She looks around. "We... shouldn't talk here." She pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles down an address. She hands it to him. "Meet me here in two hours, okay?"

Lawrence takes it from her, nodding. "Are you-"

Luca's already running off, leaving Lawrence standing there bemused. She calls out behind her. "Don't be late!"

Lawrence stares after her until she's out of sight before he takes another look at the paper. It's the address for a bar- near where they had first met. He chuckles to himself before folding and pocketing it. "I won't."

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Exactly two hours later, Lawrence steps into the bar Luca had indicated. The bartender- a slight blond man- indicates towards the back, where Luca sits in a booth, twiddling her thumbs. She looks up as she hears the door open and waves him over. "Over here!"

Luca glances around as Lawrence takes a seat across from her, checking to make sure the place is empty. "Oh- order whatever you want." She beckons to the bartender. "Sam- I'll have a rum and coke."

Lawrence gives her a strange look. She shrugs. "What?"

"Aren't you a little young for alcohol?"

"I'm 22- and it's soda." Luca sips the drink. "I just leave out the rum part."

Lawrence looks a bit confused, but just orders a water. He waits until she's finished half her soda before he folds his hands and brings up the elephant in the room. "So- what did you want to talk to me about, kiddo?"

Luca nods and looks him dead in the eye. "Why didn't you tell me about your record?"

Lawrence looks at her blankly. Luca pulls out her phone. "I mean, drug possession is pretty typical at that age, but assault and battery? And recent?" She whistles. "Does your new teaching job know about all this?"

Lawrence blinks slowly. "Are you... trying to blackmail me?"

Luca shrugs. "I mean... I'm just saying..."

Lawrence looks at her, his expression unreadable. "Look, kiddo, I won't try and make excuses for my actions. After Nadia passed, I... went through a hard time. But I'm past that now." He gives her a serious look. "You can tell the university, if you want to."

Luca looks down at her drink, tapping her fingers anxiously. "I mean- I don't... it's just..." She looks up at him, lowering her voice. "You have to swear not to tell anyone about what you saw. What I... did."

Lawrence nods, understanding, but Luca looks up at him, her eyebrows knit in worry and her eyes serious. "I mean it! Promise me you won't!"

Lawrence nods. "I promise, Luca." He mimes crossing his heart. "Cross my heart. No blackmail needed."

Luca raises an eyebrow. "Okay. It's a binding pact. So if you break it I'm definitely blackmailing you."

Lawrence looks confused, then concerned. Luca snickers. "Just joking. But you'd better not!" She sips her soda before setting the glass aside and looking at him seriously. "Uh... so, have you ever seen Spider-Man 2?"

Before Lawrence can answer, she shakes her head. "No, wait, uh- so, you know about the concept of auras, right?

Lawrence nods slowly. "You mean chakras, mystical energy... that kind of thing?"

Luca shakes her head a bit. "It's uh, etheric manipulation, uh, bioenergy, sort of. Like uh- metaphysical..." She gives a long sigh. "I get stronger when I'm angry or... have other strong feelings. It's how I was able to... punch that guy really far."

Lawrence says nothing for a moment- probably digesting this new information- before he takes a long sip of his water. He puts the glass down, folds his hands together, and looks back at her. "I don't mean to sound rude, kiddo, but..."

Luca gives him a flat look. "You don't believe me."

Lawrence puts his hands up defensively. "I didn't say that-"

Luca crosses her arms. "How else would I have done all that earlier, huh?"

"It's just a little... out there."

Wrong choice of words- Luca folds her arms and looks away, annoyed. "Well if you don't even believe me, then-"

Lawrence backpeadels, quickly shaking his head. "I didn't say that, Luca. I do believe you, of course I do. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

Luca sniffs, but seems placated enough. "I can tell how people are feeling, too. What's going on inside." She gestures towards her chest. "Like you... are wishing you would have ordered a drink, but you wanted to set a good example." She wrinkles her nose. "You could have, you know. I don't even like alcohol."

Lawrence stares at her in shock for a moment before he bursts out laughing. "That's- that's right, kiddo! That's incredible!"

Luca flushes. "I mean, it's not a big deal..."

"Of course it is! It's amazing! What else can you do?" Lawrence leans forward, forgetting his water in his excitement. "I'd love to hear more about it."

Luca laughs sheepishly. "Well- if you really wanna know-"

"Of course I do," Lawrence insists. "Tell me everything!"

He leans back against the booth as Luca animatedly starts discussing her abilities, even pulling out a pen to doodle a diagram on a napkin. "...but if I use it too much I get really tired, and it's sorta useless if I get knocked out, but other than that I'd say..."

Lawrence nods along as she talks, keeping mental notes on what she's saying, smiling all the while. Luca talks and talks until she exhausts herself, draining her soda in a few large gulps. She puts the glasses down and glares at him half-seriously. "And remember, you can't tell anyone. Okay?"

Lawrence nods, reaching across the table to shake her outstretched hand. "Of course, kiddo. I promise..."

"...your secret's safe with me."

#whump #whump writing #my writing #luca oc #lawrence oc #cce crossover #tw: violence #case file: lawrence and luca

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"Just her." Haikyuu x Demon reader.

Description: Abby Kamado, the sister of Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado, gets teleported to a world without Demons when fighting a demon, having no way of future world technology. But what happens when a bunch of handsome men help her get used to the world while falling in love with her as well?

Warnings: I do not own Haikyuu, demon slayer or the Pictures in this book, they belong to the rightful owners. Blood, Violence, Demons, and slight cursing will be in this book, but nothing out of the ordinary. You are two years younger than Hinata, as you are the youngest in the story. Fighting scenes in this book may be terrible, so bare with me. I hope you all Enjoy my new book, and Enjoy the prologue chapter everyone as this is a remake of my old Wattpad book, her.

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*SWOOOSH!!!*

Dodging the oncoming ball in your direction, you grabbed out your Katana as you're body slid to the ground, barely dodging the demon's fist swinging your way. You felt your back hit the floor as the Demon's sharp nails grazed your nose, causing a little blood to spill. 4

Using the katana in your hand, you sliced its legs, hearing the screech of pain from its mouth.

Nezuko kicked the ball with full force, launching it toward the demon, but it kicked back with much more power than she did.

It went back and forth, the ball either going to Nezuko or launching back to the demon.

Nezuko was supposed to be a distraction, to let you have a good hit on it.

But, the Demon was smarter than it looked.

As you jumped to your feet, the bamboo in your mouth cut off a little from the Demon's sudden growing nails, them soon forming oversized Katana's

Tanjiro's eyes widened, not believing what he was seeing. He was hurt really bad, too much to continue in the battle. His leg broke from that ball, making him unable to fight but watch with fear in the pit of his stomach.

His eyes landed on you cutting the demon's finger nails, but you not seeing the oncoming fist from her other hand.

He was about to stand an warn you, but the fist already made impact with your side, making you launch pretty far back.

With one final blow, Nezuku kicked the colorful ball back, making the demon move it's head to the side, barely missing as the ball slammed into the tree behind.

You're body slammed into the boulder, your ears hearing a cracking sound from your back as you let out a tiny, yet quiet groan.

"(Y/n)-Chan!!!!!" A familiar cry sounded, your eyes soon shooting back open as the pain didn't matter to you.

(Author: If your confused on why you responded to Tanjiro's call, you can feel the vibrations of their voices from far away, also you recognizing the different patterns, to know who's talking to you. Alright, back to the story!)4

Landing back onto the ground, your back felt sliding on the hard, smooth rock, your feet then feeling snow under them.

Glaring back up, you saw Nezuko and the Demon dodging each other, a hit or die at this point.

Calming yourself down, you cleaned off the ankle blood from earlier, reading yourself as your feet slid slightly onto the snow.

Readying yourself, you jumped forward, causing the grown and snow under you to explode, giving you some extra boost.

Nezuko kicked the demon's legs but couldn't knock it down; instead, the creature grabbed Zuko's throat, making your sister whimper slightly.

"NEZUKO!!!" Tanjiro yelled, about to get up and attack. But instead, he threw his katana towards the Demon, making the handle hit it's head.

Screaming, the demon dropped Nezuko who easily landed back onto her feet.

Stumbling back a bit, Nezuko saw the Demon's eyes growing a certain color, a green glow.

Thinking that glow could be dangerous, Nezuko punched the demon, making it launch back as it tumbled across the snow.

Before it could get far, you caught the Demon's face with your tiny hands, slamming the Demon onto it's back.

Its eyes widened, and the sudden green glow shined Upon you.

"(Y/n)! Don't look at its eyes-" But Tanjiro forgot you were deaf as he saw your (E/c) eyes look straight into the Demon's eyes.

Soon the glow started to grow, moving crazily as it began to go around you.

'Shit, it's a teleporting demon!' Tanjiro thought, instantly getting up to help, ignoring the Pain in his leg.

The light started to get dustier, getting closer to your form as you looked around, your eyes getting worried.

Nezuko tried to get to you, but the demon knocked her back with its leg, making her stumble.

On the other hand, you couldn't go anywhere; all you could do was just stand there and let the light engulf you.

Tanjiro charged towards the demon, thinking that he would chop its head off, but instead, he got punched in the face, making the poor boy get knocked out to the ground.

Your eyes widened, your vision only seeing your knocked-out brother, his body engulfed in the snow.

Nezuko ran towards him, leaning down to his level as she took him in his arms.

Her eyes landed on your scared ones, seeing there was no way to get you out of the situation.

A single tear escaped your eye, looking at your sister as she was about to sign something to you.

Letting Tanjiro rest on her shoulder, she brought her hands up.

'Don't be scared (Y/n), we'll get you back, I promise." And with that, more tears trickled down your face as the final green glow fully engulfed you, leaving your eyes heavier.

Your eyelids saw the green no more, bringing your sight to nothing...

Nothing but darkness.

.....

......

*GASP!*

Shooting straight up, your body flung the covers off as the coldness of the air hit your skin, sweat dripping off your forehead.

Panting heavily, the bamboo from your mouth was no longer there. Your voiceless pants quietly sounded throughout the broken-up, nonclean room.

What a nightmare!

Your torn-up clothes were drenched with sweat, your body shaking with fear, the wind making it worse through the broken windows.

The bed was uncomfortable, the mattress having holes with bugs crawling out, as the only place you could lay was in the middle, which had a huge dent from you.

You didn't know where you were or where the demon you fought took you, but all you know is that this place looks far different from your home and way more advanced in technology.

This place could have demons, so you needed to be careful as you kept your guard up ever since you'd arrived, which was three or two weeks ago.

Not knowing peak information, you thought the buildings and stuff in this land were pretty cool. Different types of houses, metal moving boxes, and odd clothing. Even the food was other here, as it smelled absolutely divine, as many people didn't have to hunt here, which was interesting.

The weather was even amazing! It wasn't snowing all the time, it was nice and cool, and it even rained! it never rains where you are from.

But, the two or three week's you've been here, it's been hard for you.��

Especially finding the food you want.

Money here in this land is hard to achieve, as humans here take money seriously.

All the humans shunned you or told you to get money from each other, shocking you as you didn't expect anyone to be so rude.

Point aside, that dream hit you hard as you decided to get some fresh air away from this dumpy place.

Lazily, your body tiredly moved off the torn-up bed, your bare feet landing on the beaten-up, old hardwood floors.

Already have the fate of blisters lining the bottom of your feet, you learned to ignore the pain, as you adjusted your messy hair.

Feeling the creeks from the wood, your hands grabbed onto the window in front of you, suddenly pushing it open.

Gusts of wind startled you as it blew hard onto your face, causing you to cringe from how cold it was.

Even though it didn't snow, it was colder without proper clothing.

But, you were used to it by now.

It wasn't too late in the night, your (E/c) eyes landing on the clock beside, motioning that it was 8:00 in the evening.

You don't do much but survive, trying to get by each day as you wait for your siblings to bring you back home.

Still today, you're scared that something might happen, and this world is more terrible than you think.

These humans could be demons, working for Muzan and ready to pounce on you any second.

Hopping onto the metal floor of your balcony, your Kamono blowed with the strong wind behind, showing your thighs as your body shivered in the cold.

Jumping slightly, your right foot kicked off the railing, bringing your body up more as your hand grabbed the roof's edge above. The length of your hair tickled your back/neck, making you itchy.

Using all your arm strength, you pushed your body up to the roof, your legs cutely kicking the air for extra oomph.

Making it, your legs crawled closer to the middle, the pain hitting you from the rough surface.

Crawling around, your face looked towards the moon, you but sitting down as your arms held both legs closer, your eyes glancing upwards.

The moon shined upon your form, making you not look like a demon but a beautiful young woman.

You had never seen the moon this close before, as it always seemed far away, and you had never gotten to see it as other demons crawled out at night.

But, right now, it was peaceful, and refreshing, as you just enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Your old kimono showed some of your curves, the ripped parts overexposing a little, but you can't even fix it if you try.

The wind continued to blow through your long/short locks, like it's dancing to a beautiful song.

Even though you can't hear anything, you could definitely tell that the trees here are going to sound beautiful if you weren't deaf.

oh,right.

Deaf.

And Voiceless.

I just remembered that part.

Being born deaf and Voiceless and then abandoned by your mother is not a good combo.

Once your parents also found out you were a demon, they had to take you away.

It bothered you why they did that? You wouldn't hurt anyone. When people see or hear about demons, they think of the cold-blooded assassins and man-eating things that kill humans just for fun.

But, you and Nezuko weren't like that.

Instead, you two were the most sweetest things on the planet, even good looking too.

God, you missed Nezu-chan so much.

She's older than you and treats you like you are her child, which is very cute.

Both of you give Tanjiro head pats every day, play games, and go on amazing adventures, but now that you're gone, you'd never get to do that anymore...

Your eyes sadden, eyebrows furrowing as the sad memorie of the dream kept replaying in your head.

If you'd hadn't been stupid and gotten surrounded by the green light, you've never would've ended up here in the first place.

This world was very strange, and very scary...

Human's in this world were very mean, shutting you out when you were looking for shelter.

Some nights, you had to take advantage of shelter outside, meaning you had to sleep on the cold, wet, floor.

It didn't help that the human's looked at you, disgusted of the way your living.

But it was never your fault.

All you've ever done was scavenge for food in the trash cans, since no one will give you food.

Sometimes, the human from the convenience store will give you some buns, but it's better than starving to death back in your world. 1

You're eyes continued to look up at the moon, yourself calming down as your body didn't shake anymore.

The nightmare has completely left your mind, the single tear dripping off of your cheek, and onto your lap.

Moving your hand, it landed on the now wet spot onto your skin, making your fragile, cold fingers rup the tear drop onto your skin .

So focused on the moon, you ignored the pain you were feeling from Sitting for a long time.

But your focus was soon interrupted when you felt Vibrations throughout your ears.

It confused you, it wasn't anything you've recognised before.

Not sounding like an object, you became cautious of the new sound because it could be dangerous, as you listened closely once more.

To your knowledge and close listening, it turned out that It wasn't even a something, but someone.

A person.

But not just any person.

A new human.

You're eyes then closed, focusing on the vibrations as you could sense who this person was.

And what his name is.

Seeming to hear another vibration, the device held against his ear was the cause, as another voice came out of it, which freaked him out. But, you've seen those things before; a bunch of humans has them as if the object was popular here.

The vibrations of both of their voices didn't seem to be loud or rough, but it was a soft beet for both, which means...

They must be nice humans, and not demons.

Though, It made you curious, wanting to know who these humans are.

And it especially made you curious on how a human can fit into the tiny box with other tiny boxes.

So, thinking to ease your curiosity, you decided to get a closer look, as your legs stoop up, walking closer to the edge of the roof.

Not knowing if the human was down on the street, your eyes landed on him again, getting a better look as his silver hair shined in the moonlight.

Your head tilted, but somehow your eyes sparkled as his face suddenly came into view, making you able to see his handsome features more clearly.

A tiny blush hinted your cheeks, as you couldn't help but stare and watch his lips move.

Not knowing what he was saying, you could still feel his vibrations through your body and ears, making it easier to tell that it was the human.

His smell notified you he wasn't a demon either, as it relieved you in so many ways, but you couldn't smell the human in the box thing.

He seemed to be by himself, his wholesome self shining in the moonlight as he scratched the back of his neck, smiling brighter than the moon itself.

You wanted to get a closer look at him, he seemed like a nice human to talk to that won't shoo you off.

So that's exactly what you decided to do.

Taking action, you quietly ran for it while he was facing away, giving you the opportunity to jump off the roof.

The silhouette of your body shined in the moonlight behind him, your eyes shining as the silvered hair boy had sparkles around him.

You're cheeks rose to high temperatures, your heart beating crazy as you could see his laughing face.

Gosh he was perfect, he didn't even look dangerous at all.

Even if he might be working for that demon, you'd had to see it to believe it.

As you're feet landed on the concrete below, you tried your best to quietly run closer to him, trying your best not to get caught.

Hell, you can't hear, so you don't know if your being quiet or not, but you tried your best.

You're eyes landing on a strange, blocky barrier. A perfect hiding spot to watch the weird yet perfect human.

Luckily, you were quick as a cheetah, so getting to the wall wasn't a big problem.

But, again you couldn't hear, so you don't know how loud you were being.

The closer you got, the more his Vibrations increased more, letting you finally feel the conversation he was in.

"I know, Daichi. I'm just scared they won't get along-"

'Don't worry Suga, they will. I have a feeling. Besides, it looked like they were getting the hang of the partner thing outside the gym today."

The human chuckled, his body turning around as you hid more behind the wall, not wanting him to spot you.

His uniform fit him well, every fabric of the clothing hugged his body, showing off his handsome features.

You're cheeks turned a hint of pink, but not much as you've never felt this feeling before. It was weird the way your heart was beating faster, while feeling his voice vibrations the same time. Even though you can't hear, you could tell his voice was sweet from the softness of the Vibrations.

"Yeah, I even saw them practicing outside during lunch. It surprised me how better they are, and improving. Maybe locking them out wasn't so bad Daichi."

"This is why you should trust me instead of scolding me suga."

"Hey, I didn't scold, that's your Job now."

The human heard his laugh, both of them staying silent for a while.

He could hear Daichi on the other line, entering somewhere, probable at his house. Once those familiar voices of his family rang though Suga's ears, he probably thought it was best to let him go.

"Sounds like your home Daichi, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sounds good, Goodnight."

Suga smiled, his eyes looking at the empty street in front of him.

"Goodnight Daichi." Moving the phone away from his ear, he hanged up while his hand shoved the weird device in his pocket.

You're eyes still stared at him, sparkled hinted your pupils as you were so mesmerized by him.

Feeling the sudden cramp in your left leg, you moved it slightly, but to only have your foot land on a branch below you.

Not knowing it's their, the feeling of something breaking hit your foot, making your eyes then widened.

Suga heard something break, which made him jump a bit as his body moved into the direction you were in.

But, as he looked that way, he didn't see anyone behind him. "H-hello?!" He asked, wanting and not wanting a response, as he got his answer, silence.

Confused, his head tilted a bit. "Huh...weird..." He mumbled, still looking at the wall you were behind.

He still had a weird feeling in his gut, a feeling that he might not be alone on this street.

Nervous, he gulped as his feet began to walk, wanting to check behind the wall.

Your back hit against it, your eyes shut as you were scared, yourself not feeling his vibrations anymore.

Did he hear you?

What if he's not nice, but instead really dangerous?

Is he a demon? Wait, he's not, you forgot.

Besides, he's to handsome for that.

Maybe you should take another peak-

*SLAM!**

Yep.

Your body forcefully rammed straight into him, causing you and the person in front of you fall to the ground.

Feeling some familiar vibrations through your ears, you and the stranger slammed to the ground, you landing on something soft and squishy.

You could feel the person grain from the impact, you both not expecting that fall.

Sugawara's back hurt so bad, the concrete causing so much pain from that fall.

He didn't mean to startle you, nore did he knew you were behind there. It's always when he investigates things, he gets himself and other people in trouble, which makes him not want to open his eyes.

Not really wanting to see who ran into him, his eyes stayed closed shut, scared to do anything.

But, he has to see who ran into him, to see if their okay at least.

It's just the kindness in him.

Slowly, his eyes began to open, the View of a blurred silhouette came into his View.

Okay.

Now he was confused.

The stranger had (H/L), (H/S) hair, which looked like hair belonging to a girl.

Shaking his head, his eyes fully opened now, your entire view entering his gaze.

His eyes began to widened, his cheeks turning pink while looking at your form...

ON TOP OF HIM!?!?

He started to freak out, you beautiful (E/c) eyes sweetly looking into his sole, your outfit exposing a little too much for his liking.

You're (H/c) (H/l) hair fell across your neck/back/shoulders, his eyes noticing it blowing with the wind.

The moon shined brightly upon you, making Suga's heart suddenly beat faster, his mind thinking that you are a legit goddess.

Great, now he's turning into Tanaka and Noya...

But, Suga's mouth was so wide, it caused your head to tilt slightly.

Why does this human look so weird? Has he never seen a demon before?

Looking around, your eyes looked to your outfit below, then it hit you.

Oh.

He doesn't seem to fond of your outfit.

But you wore this everyday, and Tanjiro and Nezuko didn't look angry at all.

Yes, it was a little revealing, but every women in your world wore this kind of kimono-

Oh, no you see the problem.

OHHHHH!

Your face flushed, as you began to cover your slight exposed chest area.

You're thighs were sitting right on top of his 'area', as your leg's were wrapped around his waist.

The way you're sitting on his legs made him even more embarrassed and nervous, as if a person where to see, they would get the wrong idea immediately.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, as you were basically glowing, your curves, your skin showing through your ripped dress, the way you were straddling him-SHIT!

This time, smoke began to shoot out of his ears, making you jump slightly as some of it hit your cheeks.

His head turned completely red, himself looking like a tea kettle right off the fire. Sitting up, he was inches away from your face, as he began to freak out.

"A-ARE YOU OKAY! I"M SORRY I RAN INTO YOU PRETTY- I MEAN MA'AM!! A-ARE YOU H-HURT O-OH GOSH I MADE YOUR DRESS RIP! Blah Blah blah." (Our adorable cute shy boy! UwU)

You could feel his Vibrations beating faster and harder, notifying that he is freaking out by the look if his head moving in all directions, his hand's rapidly waving in front of him.

It was quite cute, his action's making you let out a muffled, gruff giggle.

The human froze, his eyes slowly looked up to you holding your slightly exposed stomach.

Where you....laughing?

Seeing your hand uncover your face, you're smile came into view as his ears heard the very quiet laugh.

He thought it was quite cute, the quietness of it made him think you were quite shy.

You reminded him of Asahi for some reason, the way you didn't just snapped at him made suga believe you were super kind.

But, he didn't want to provoke you getting angry.

Hell, he didn't even know he was staring until your pointer finger suddenly poked his cheek.

You're eyes sparkled, amazed by how soft and squishy the humans cheeks were.

Giggling more, both of your hands grabbed a hold of his cheeks, making him instantly freeze and go red again.

"T-Those are my cheeks! Y-You seem to be fond of them, huh?" He asked, his voice sounding more calmer than before.

But, of course you can't hear him as your head suddenly tilted.

It made the setter confused, did he say something wrong? OH GOSH WAS HE BEING TOO MUCH OF A PERV AND HE DIDN'T KNOW IT?!

As your hands let go of his soft, squishy cheeks, you sat up as your but fully sat on top of him, the clothing on becoming looser than before.

It showed a lot of your chest, the sleeves hanging loosely off of your shoulders.

He also noticed that you looked quite dirty, some scratches caught his eyes as some blood dripped from your beaten up shoulders and stomach, as blood was left on his white shirt.

Lifting up your hands, you pointed to both of your ears, then made an X with your arms, notifying him that you can't hear.

Somehow, you saw that he understood when his eyes widened.

'She can't hear me...?' he thought, now seeing your hand moved from an X, the right hand pointing to your mouth.

Looking carefully, he saw you make the x again, notifying that you can speak also.

His eyebrows furrowed, feeling deeply bad for you as you just blankly looked at him, seeing how sad he turned.

Was he disappointed?

Did he not like the idea of you being deaf?

And voiceless?

Somehow, your eyes began to water, your eyes not going off of him as Suga looked the other way.

But, his eyes met yours again when he felt a drop of water hit his pants.

Then, he saw your tears.

His heart breaking as your eyes became puffy, your cute, yet sad face looked away.

You're hands whipped the pool of tears down your face, ashamed of yourself that you even went to this human.

The quiet sounds of your gruff, ugly sobbs ran through his ears, it broke his heart.

Did he do something wrong?! Shit! He should've kept his mouth shut!

Luckily, Kurasuno taught a sign language class, which pays off that he finally get's to use it.

He didn't want to see you cry, but only too see your pretty smile again.

Lifting up his hand, you felt the warmth of the human's fingers under your chin, them moving your head to look at the Silver human again.

He smiled at you, causing you're crying to come a hold as his thumbs whipped your falling tears.

Lifting up his other hand, he started to sign to you.

'Don't cry, it doesn't suit your pretty face.' He told you, suddenly making your eyes widened.

He could see the sparkles in your eyes as excitement ran through your blood, your heart beating faster.

Smiling, your left hand touched his face.

'I thought you'd hate me...' You confessed, you're right hand falling to your side, causing the boys eyes to widened.

'Why would I hate you? You're so nice!' He replied, you're blush rising more from his very nice comment.

'All the other human's here are super mean, besides I'm Deaf and Voiceless. Wouldn't that scare you?'

Suga laughed, causing your head to tilt in confusion.

'Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong-'

'No! No! Not at all, it's just, it's cute that you think that way. Why would I be scared of you? I think everyone is made the same, deaf, Voiceless, blind. Everyone is unique in their own way. So no, you don't scare me." He explained, suddenly making your eyes wider.

You're heart was warm, you're body suddenly feeling comfortable with the presence with his human.

His kind words made your heart beat, making you just want to hug him there and then.

But, Instead, you got up as you moved your hand out towards him, lending it to help the human up.

Looking at it, he smiled is his suddenly warm, yet soft hands intertwined with yours.

Pulling him up to his feet, suga grabbed his satchel from the floor, slinging it back over his shoulder.

Before he could sign anything to you, he felt your arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling him closer to your offering warm hug.

His eyes widened from your action's, but soon he cave in as his muscular arms started to snake around your waist.

He could feel you wincing from your wounds, hsi heartbreaking that he knows your in pain.

When he had the chance to look around, he didn't see any of your family members or anyone around you.

But, his mind couldn't stop thinking of the word you said earlier.

Human's.

It's odd, because he never heard a person call people that before.

Human's? That's so informal.

It sounded like you weren't form here, or anywhere at that.

But, he probable was hallucinating from how tired and droopy he was from practice.

So, he decided to put that thought and he'll ask you about it later.

As both of you let go of eachother, suga grabbed a hold of your hands, his mouth forming that o-so sweet smile.

'I'm Sugawara Koshi, what's your name?' He asked, you're eyes sparkling form how cute his name is.

Suga....

It suits him.

He's basically like a walking cake.

A delicious, cute looking cake.

Smiling at him again, you backed away from the human, suddenly lifting up your hands.

'My name is (Y/n) Kamado, I'm a silent Demon from another world...Nice to meet you Sugawara Senpai'

Wait....

Sugawara froze from your words, his eyes instantly looking at you up and down.

He was very confused on what you just said, his mind processing that same sentence.

Y-You weren't from this world? So other worlds do exist?!

How is that even possible??

Yet, how in the world did you get here?

It made since that he's never seen your relatives or friends around...

But, those cut's...did you arrive with them?

It also surprised that you told him y-you where a-a....

......

.....

......

'DEMON?!?'

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bagsybaggins · 2 years

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CHAPTER 4: CHOOSING THE PATH

Isabella's breath came out rushed as she was knocked down to the ground again, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't bother opening her eyes when she heard the familiar giant footsteps making their way onto the open floor, towards her with the sound of regulated breathing being enhanced with his mask.

"You did well little one." Bane crouched beside her, "Take this moment to rest and reflect. What mistakes did you make?"

Isabella exhaled heavily, opened her eyes, and looked at the blurry wooded ceiling. "I rushed to end it. I was impatient."

She could see Bane nod beside her. "That was your first mistake, and what other mistakes did you make?"

She inhaled before sitting up, her eyes moving down to the floor in between her legs. She swallowed before turning to look at him. "I got caught up in my mind and was distracted by my thoughts. And I let myself get sucker-punched in the stomach."

Bane looked down at her before nodding his head. "That you did do, but you failed to evaluate your opponent. Not only that, but you attacked first."

She looked down at the ground in front of her and nodded her head slowly. Bane studied her but then stood up, his hand reached down towards her waiting for her to take it. Her eyes glanced at the hand, before looking up at his blurred face and taking his hand. He held it securely as he turned around and led her out of the room, her brown eyes glanced around at the blurred figures that were standing guard. Hesitantly she looked away, turning back to Bane.

"Where are we going?" She asked, walking slightly faster to catch up with his normal pace. Bane turned his head ever so slightly to look at her before looking ahead again.

"I am going to show you something that I think you will enjoy." That was all that he said as he turned to his left, where there was one single door at the end of the hall.

Isabella blinked in confusion, her vision only seeing a dark hallway. She turned to look over her left shoulder, no longer able to hear the wind or any voices out of her left ear since the incident. Only loud, clear voices and loud sounds could she hear out of her left ear, so she mostly relied on her right ear. But her eyesight was the main problem that she couldn’t do anything about, her glasses that Tony and Harley had made were special. More than they just had an AI, but that she wouldn't have to change her glasses to see clearly, they would just auto-adjust to make her vision clear again.

It had been almost a month and a half since she had arrived in this alternate universe. And while she had yet to tell Bane or anyone where she was from exactly, or what her past was, she felt so alone. Surrounded by people, assassins, that she didn't know. Sure, it made it less lonely, but she was still so alone. She only talked to two people, Bane and Nickolas, Nickolas being the old man doctor who she would eat her lunch with.

Izzy gasped as the door in front of them opened, and she could see hues of orange, red, and white.

"There are trees whose leaves are turning orange and red from the cold." Bane began telling her what she was seeing, pointing to different areas in front of her. "And over there you can see the Kandalosh Mountain covered in snow."

Izzy's gaze stayed on the view in front of her, her mouth parted as she stared in awe. "Why are you showing me this?" She asked slowly, her eyes drifting towards him.

He looked down at her, and through her blurry vision she could see that his eyes had narrowed or grown smaller, he was smiling behind his mask.

"You haven't had a moment to adjust to being here, at least not truly. I have noticed that you have been pushing yourself too hard during your training, something that I have noticed in other men who wish to forget or to ignore something." He crossed his arms, pausing for a moment to breathe. "I wished to know what you were wishing to forget, little one."

Izzy gaped at him, her thoughts turning over her options of what she could say. Then she sighed, turning back to look off the balcony, her eyes slowly slipping closed. However, Bane's silence spoke volumes of his unwavering will, he wouldn't leave until she told him something.

[Isabella's POV]

"I lost my family," I whispered, and I heard Bane's breathing change just slightly to my right. "It was January, a week and a half before our birthday, my sister Liz and I. We learned that our Papá, who had left when we were six, had come to visit our Mom."

I inhale sharply as the memories of that night start creeping into my mind, flashing the grotesque film of what we had seen. "He was with bad people, or something along those lines, because when Liz and I got home." I fell silent as my eyes flutter open to look at the mountain in the distance. "Our Mom and Step-Dad were dead, and the killers had left a message for him. Saying, 'You shouldn't have come back here.' Written with my Mom's blood."

Pausing for a moment, taking in a deep breath as my heart races beneath my ribcage. "And in April, the day I got here- moments before I got here. Liz had gotten shot, and I tried to call the police and keep pressure on the wound. But then, I think I died. My body became dust within seconds, and I have no idea if she's alive or not."

I turn to Bane, who was looking at me, no doubt with a look of pity or sadness in his eyes.

"So that is what you wish to forget little one? Your wishing to forget your past and the people you've lost?" Bane asked, his voice modulator altering slightly at his soft tone.

Considering his questions, I fall silent, my eyes turning towards the mountainside again.

Did I want to forget them? Did I want to forget my family, my friends? Did I want my past to disappear like a shadow under the sun with nothing to hide it from its shine? Hesitantly I shake my head and answer his questions.

"I don't want to forget them, even though I may never see her again, or any of them again." I noticed the questioning look on his masked face. "I wish, not to forget them, but to remember them. My memories are all that I have of them, if I forget them, I have nothing."

Bane's laughter startles me as it sends an echo into the deep valley far below our feet.

"You won't be left with nothing little one, you'll have me and my men to rely on." He steps closer to me, his hand reaching out and covering my entire shoulder. "If you wish to remember them, keep the joyful memories for when you are at peace. But use the sorrowful memories as fuel to the fire within your heart, use them as your will to fight. The sadness and the rage, use them to push yourself forward after you have been broken."

I stare up at him, feelings of relief flooding my heart, and I lean towards him and hug him. "Thank you, Bane," I whisper.

"You don't need to thank me little one, I will make adjustments to your training regiments. You'll have to fight harder than before, but make sure to use your emotions to push yourself further than before. Don't let their deaths hold you back."

[Three Months Later]

The grin was wide on my face as the adrenaline was pumping through my body, dodging another punch thrown by the assassin named Xander. He had been the latest assassin that I'd been fighting with for this past week, Bane insisting that it be changed every week so I would adjust to different fighting techniques. Xander was quick to fight, and he mostly used his fists, rarely kicking at me. He used knives, possibly swords when actually fighting, instead of training.

I let out a 'ha', as I managed to kick his leg, causing him to drop to his knees. Before he could stand again, I grabbed his arm and kicked his back, and he fell onto his chest. Twisting his arm, I sit firmly on his back, turning his arm up until he let out a hiss of pain.

"Surrender," I order, and after a moment, and another pull of his arm, he nodded his head.

I grin widely, letting out a gleeful laugh as I jump up. I turn around when I hear slow loud clapping, seeing Bane standing by the door.

"After four months of training, you managed to take down one of my men." I cross my arms and raise a brow at him, and a laugh resonates from his mask. "That is something you should be proud of little one, it would have taken others many more moons before they would make one of my men surrender to anyone. You have done well."

Slowly I nod and smile again. "Thanks, Bane."

He nods his head. "I may have given a hand in training you little one, but that was all of your hard work that caused this accomplishment." And with that, he nodded to another assassin who still hasn't told me their name, so I call him Dave, and then Bane walks out the door again.

I turn to Dave who walks towards me, and I send a glance to Xander, who was now standing behind me.

A sudden dreaded realization settles into my stomach, "Ah, I see what's going on. I don't suppose we could do this in an hour or two. Maybe tomorrow even?"

"No Miss Lockley, you're training has only just begun." I hear Xander say before Dave and Xander run at me.

[Later That Night]

Isabella sighed as she closed her eyes and rested her head on her arms on the balcony. Her right eye was swollen and she could tell that her ribs were bruised as well. The door creaked open behind her, but she kept resting her head and her eyes. The cold air of December should've made her shiver, but her blood was still warm from the fight.

"I heard that you didn't win the second fight." Bane said from behind her.

She sighed heavily before standing up straight and turning to look at him. "No, I didn't win."

Bane stayed silent, studying her before walking closer, his figure towering over her. His index finger barely brushed against her swollen skin, before his eyes narrowed. "And how did this happen?"

Isabella raised a brow, "Not everyone can escape a fight without a scratch." At his own raised brow, she sighed. "I might have tripped over Xander and fallen into Dave's elbow. It was my own fault, really."

Bane's breathing through the modulator filled the silence, apart from the wind howling deep within the valley.

"You tripped and fell into his elbow, you say?" He says slowly.

She nodded her head. "Yep, rather clumsy, even for me."

Bane exhales heavily before asking, "And who is Dave?"

Isabella blinks before shrugging, "He never actually told me his name, so I just started calling him Dave."

Bane chuckles deeply whilst shaking his head in disbelief, and Isabella smiles despite the aches and pains in her body.

[Three Months Later - Isabella's POV]

I have been in this universe, and place for seven months now. My training with Bane has gotten smoother, well not smoother actually, definitely not easier either. My training has gotten more difficult, but I've gotten stronger. I could take down five men by myself, almost six now, and I've started to use knives and was taught how to use a gun. So to say my life has changed drastically, would be an understatement. Nickolas has started pulling me from training to meditate, to help 'increase' my 'senses', which to me seems alright. Being both partially deaf in my left ear, and unable to see anything clearly after 3 feet, does put a disadvantage on well, everything. But Nickolas's meditation training isn't bad, in fact, I do enjoy it. It helps me calm down, and just take a moment to breathe. And to think, even if he tells me to clear my mind.

I can't tell if the meditation has helped with my vision or hearing, but it has helped me to think a little faster while fighting. Not saying that when I'm fighting things start to go in slow motion so I can dodge things, although that would be useful. It helps me react faster, and almost predict moves from people I haven't fought before. I no longer fight Xander or Dave whose real name is actually Alverez, I thought he said Alcatraz but I guess that's just me not listening.

"My dear, clear your mind," Nickolas says, somehow knowing that I'm thinking. Maybe he's a mind reader, it would make sense if he was.

Nodding my head, I inhaled and exhale deeply, keeping my eyes closed. But they immediately open when the doors swing open, Bane's footsteps clumping in, so I know he's wearing the boots today. When he wears his boots, that means he's going out, which I assume for a mission, but he did surprise me when he came back with a cinnamon bagel I had told him about.

"Little one! There you are, I thought you were training but you weren't there."

Smiling I stand up, while Nickolas stays sitting, meditating the day away until someone gets hurt. "Well, someone needed to keep Old Nicky some company. That and we meditate together, training our minds." I explain, and Bane nods.

"There is a mission, small and simple. I believe that you are ready now, but only if you are willing to go." Bane says, his eyes softening at their narrowed gaze.

I frown, "What's the mission entail?"

Bane glances at Nickolas before turning back to me. "A simple means of reclaiming what has been stolen from us a long time ago. Should the mission go well, no blood will be drawn. However if not, would you be willing to take a life?"

A lump forms in my throat as I stare up at him, the thought of killing someone sending a cold sensation of fear through my body. But then I remember Liz, and how she could possibly be dead.

"These people," I start, swallowing the fear down. "Are they innocent?"

Bane shakes his head firmly. "It is not in my will or in my men's will to kill innocents. They are criminals and low-life scum. Should they need to die, the world will have no tears to shed on their graves."

Intaking his words, my mind drifts back to words from Edgar Allan Poe. "But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy, sorrow is born," I repeat aloud, and I see him nod.

"Very true."

I smile and nod. "It's by Edgar Allan Poe. But, if it comes down to taking a life, Bane." I pause, looking at him with a concentrated gaze. "If it comes down to fighting, I will fight. And if it's to the death, I will do my best to survive and be the one left standing."

Bane slowly nods his head. "Alright, little one. You can handle yourself, however, try your best to not stray too far."

Tension filled every muscle in my body as I walked beside Bane, following him through the stony alleyways. Past buildings that I wanted to call ancient, their designs and brickwork looking like it was from another time. I smiled softly as Bane had to bend down to avoid hitting the clothes that were hanging from the clotheslines. I noticed Xander and Alverez ahead of us, standing beside a door. They nodded their heads at us as we approached, before opening the door for us. I followed behind Bane as he walked in first. I narrow my eyes at the dark room, with only two windows to light up the room, but the sun wasn't shining too brightly behind the clouds.

But it did, almost dramatically, shine down directly on top of an almost throne-like chair, carved out of stone. The man sitting on top of it had the look and body language of someone who was bored, with his head resting on his hand and his leg crossed over his knee. I mentally did a recount of how many knives I had, and where I put them. As I stand beside Bane, I mimic him to lessen my own nerves that were bussing beneath my skin. So I cross my arms and keep my face natural as I stare at the man, who was rather blurry considering that he was over 4 feet away. Probably about 8 feet away maybe.

The man in question huffed, "Is this supposed to intimidate me? You and your men dressed in dark articles of clothing, glaring at me. Ha, I'm shaking."

I feel my brow twitch at his sarcasm, resisting the urge to point out that he did in fact look scared. And then he turned to look at me, looking me up and down.

"And who's she supposed to be? Your secret daughter? Or perhaps a whore? I have to say she looks rather young, but then again-"

I feel a little better when Bane, who took a step or two, put his hand around the man's throat and silenced him within an instant. The man, who now looked scared shitless, snapped his fingers. I felt the vibration through the floor as someone dropped down behind me, and before I could turn, a gun was pointed at the left side of my head. Flashes of the alleyway with Liz sped past my vision.

"Let him go, and she won't die." A voice says from behind me, a man who doesn't sound familiar to the gunner in the alleyway breaks me from my memories.

Bane looks over his right shoulder at me, his eyes darting between the gun, the man, and me. When he looks back at me, I slowly shake my head at him, barely moving my head. My arms were still crossed, which didn't exactly help much, but I could make it work. I close my eyes as I inhale and exhale, before opening them and grabbing the gun in my left and throwing my right arm back into their ribs. As I pushed the gun up, and my elbow hit the man, the gun went off. I clench my teeth, hissing as a sharp ringing ensues in my left ear. But I push through it, turning around, my hand still on the gun, and I kick the man's leg. As his knees hit the ground, I twist the gun out of his hand and kick him down onto his chest, my foot being pressed on his back to stop him from moving.

"Try anything, and I'll shoot you." I hiss as I point the gun at him, causing his struggle to cease.

I hear Bane laugh shortly, and I resist the urge to look, not wanting to risk the guy getting the nerve to try and escape.

"She is like a daughter to me, but she is not my blood," Bane says simply, and I laugh softly.

I hear Bane hum and in the corner of my peripherals, I see him look at me.

"We have come to take back what is ours, and you have tried to harm someone I care for. I believe the fate you have is much worse than death, and no one will set you free as long as I live. You should pray that the gods have pity for you." Bane lifted the man up from his seat with only his hand around the man's neck.

Xander and Alverez walk in, Xander grabbing the man from under my foot, and Alverez taking the man from Bane. I watched them walk out the door, before walking out after them, taking in deep breaths.

"Your ear is bleeding." I hear Bane say from behind me, and I raise my hand to my left ear and feel the blood dripping down my neck.

I curse softly as I see the blood, and Bane moves in front of me and grabs a sheet from one of the clotheslines that littered the alleyway. He presses it against my ear and I chuckle.

"I'm not sure the person who owns this will be too happy about the blood," I explain at his questioning look.

I see his eyes narrow as he laughs, "I'm sure they won't mind if they knew the cause of such injury."

Scoffing, I take the sheet from him and shake my head with a smile. "Injury caused by taking down a lazy gang monarch-type guy right? That's the gist of what I thought was happening anyways."

Bane laughed again and nodded his head as we walk down the alleyway, me wiping the blood away before holding the cloth to my ear when I realize it was still bleeding. "That is the simple version of what happened, yes. He was stealing the people's money, making himself rich while leaving his neighbors poor. Amongst other things that have already been dealt with."

Glancing back at where we came from, I scoff in disbelief. "If that's the guy at his richest, he is obviously unwise in the way that he spends his money."

Bane turns to me, his brows furrowed. "You didn't see the gold and jewels laying on the table?"

I frown. "There was a table?" At his blank stare, I look away. "You know I need glasses to see clearly, not to mention that it was dark in there."

Bane exhaled and nodded his head. "Your sight had slipped my mind, I apologize."

Waving my hand in dismissal, I shrug. "It's alright, I forget sometimes too."

Bane falls silent and out of curiosity, I turn to him.

"Bane, are you alright?" I ask and hear him hum in reply. "Whatcha thinking about? You've got your thinking wrinkles on your face."

"Why did you laugh? When I had said that I thought of you like a daughter?" He turned to me.

Blinking rapidly at his question I think back to that moment. I smile as I remember what had popped into my mind.

"Oh, well it wasn't that part that made me laugh, not that I thought what you said was funny! It's just when you said something about not being related by blood, it made me remember something from where I come from." He raised a brow, staying silent and waiting patiently for me to continue and clarify why I had laughed. "It's a quote from a show I love, 'Family don't end with blood, but it doesn't start there either.'"

Bane looks ahead of us, bending slightly to avoid touching the sheets.

"Are you alright with being considered my daughter?" He asks softly.

I pause, faltering in my step and he turns to me. I notice the look of worry in his eyes, and I smile. "I don't mind Bane. Even if we've only known each other for a little over seven months, you've been nothing but helpful and caring. You've taught me so much, and I'm grateful for having been found by you." I take a step closer and hug him, his arms shortly wrapping around me. "I would be happy to be called your daughter."

I feel him place his head on top of my head, no doubt craning his neck due to his huge stature.

"I believe I like that quote, 'Family don't end with blood.'" He repeated causing me to smile. "What is it from? This show, what is it called?"

We part, mostly due to my excitement to tell him all about Supernatural. Avidly telling him about how Bobby had originally said it, and how he was my favorite character besides Dean. And as we returned to our home, I don't think I shut up about it. But he didn't ask me to shut up either, so I think it was okay.

[Seven Months Later]

I cross my arms as I stare down at the note Bane had sent me, the note that I threw into the fire, that was now being burned. Just like that, it was gone, along with his words.

He had left almost a month and a half ago when the leaves on the tree were starting to fall. But now it was October, and the leaves were almost gone. He had left for a mission in a place across the world. But his note said he had been captured, and that his chances of escaping were slim to none, having been locked up in an Asylum. He told me that he cared for me, and wanted me to be safe and that I could leave and go anywhere I wanted. To not risk coming to him, for the whole shtick of protecting me. That if he ever escaped, he would find me.

I sighed heavily as I turned to look out the balcony window, but only saw my reflection in the glass, the night sky having been clouded over to cover the bright stars. I looked different. Different than when I had gotten here, a year ago. Actually a year and three months almost. I wasn't the 16-year-old who had just died and been revived in an alternate universe dimension/reality anymore. My face wasn't as round as it was, and I had sloppily cut my hair a few months ago, but it was now reaching just below my shoulders when I had it down. I had a few more scars to add to my tiny scar that I had gotten when I was 4 when I had worn metal-wired glass and tripped, which ended up putting a scratch on my nose that was now a faded scar. Also, I had much more muscle mass than before, like, I wasn't as built as Bane. But I did have muscles, cause I defiantly didn't have those before, other than being able to carry a lot of books.

But now, I was the 17-year-old who has a kind assassin, built like a tank father figure. With two assassin Uncle figures and a medical Grandpa figure, Xander, Alverez, and Nickolas. I had the option of choosing what to do with my life and to be honest, I haven't a clue what to do.

With another sigh, I turn towards the table I had on the wall next to the fireplace, looking down at the map I had borrowed and rolled out. I squint my eyes as I try to read the words, but evidently, my vision has gotten a little worse.

"Does that say Got-Ham?" I mutter as I move closer to read it.

"It's pronounced Gotham, Isabella." I hear Nickolas say from behind me as he walks into my room slowly, being followed by Xander and Alverez.

I sigh and turn around. "Yeah, well, it's still Got-Ham. I mean, it's spelled like it." Crossing my arms, I lean against the table. "So, I'm assuming you all know about Bane?"

At their nods, I narrow my eyes at them. "Did he tell you all to try and get me to go do my own thing?"

"Yes, he did," Alvarez stated, his hands behind his back.

I turn and look over my shoulder at the map before sighing again. "Will you be coming with me?" I ask softly.

At the silence, I turn back to them, Nickolas was the only one to look at me. He closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

"You will have to take this journey by yourself, my dear. We can provide you with the money and a few supplies perhaps, but nothing more than that I'm afraid." Nickolas explains softly.

Closing my eyes, I sigh and nod hesitantly. "Alright, I guess. Will I see you again?"

Xander smiles, walking over to me and placing his hand on my shoulder. "Of course, we will. Like Bane says, 'Family don't end with blood.' We're family, so we'll see each other again."

I wouldn't bother trying to explain why I started laughing after that, not wanting to explain that Bane had heard it from me. And that night, I packed my duffle bag with my clothes, a few knives, and maybe one gun. And I gently placed my broken glasses in the bag's side pocket, before zipping it up. Nickolas gave me some medical supplies, along with a chakra bracelet, saying that it'll help keep my spirit and energy balanced. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't believe in that, but I guess if the Norse Gods can exist, why can't Chakra? Xander and Alverez didn't give me anything, other than a book by Edgar Allan Poe, who existed here apparently, and the plane ticket to get there. Oh, and money.

So with all of that in my bag, I left the place I called home. And headed towards Got-ham, sorry, Gotham.

#marvel #marc spector #jake lockley #jason todd #jason todd x oc #dc batman #bad at tags #bane #dc bane #steven grant #original character #gotham #dc universe #marvel mcu

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spicywhumper · 2 years

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Whumpees forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of the whumpers

War Dog

tw: blood, violence, it/its pronouns for a person, implied child abuse, death.

I'm doubling it as a bingo fill | whump bingo: muzzled

Joan smiles as she watches the fight below.

She had her trained dog in the fighting ring. The girl - sometimes she forget it is a girl, just a little younger than her own daughter - is taller and stronger than her oponent. It's always quite satisfying to see how it could tower over a grown ass man. It had two good inches on his height, body that was all hard muscles and precision motions. It was a perfect weapon, a well-trained dog that had its leash firmly in Joan's hand.

If she was a pervert, Joan knows she'd use the dog for other forms of entertainment.

But she'd rather see it beating the shit out of men that dared to comment on her obedient puppy.

This one is a little different. The man had tried to summon a sex demon, which is forbidden unless you plan to try and have a hybrid. These, when they survive long enough, can become some of the strongest wizards of the coven. However, this man isn't the kind that can be bred, so all of them knew it was a summoning for fun.

You can't summon a demon just to have your fun with them.

So she decided to have her own sadistic fun with him. Ring fights aren't that uncommon, people have agressiveness and violence running in their veins, they needed a safe place to unleash that so they don't hurt other people. The dog is her champion, if she wants to teach you a lesson, she unleashes it upon you.

The pervert man is put in the middle of the ring, he's wearing only tight boxers, half-humiliation and half so it's obvious if he's the kind that gets aroused by violence like this. He shivers and trembles, bruises covers his body, Joan didn't stop them from hurting the man. All she ordered was for him to still be in shape to put on a fight.

He trembles even more when the Dog enters the ring. Unlike him, its body is fully covered. Heavy combat boots, tac-pants, modified straitjacket and a muzzle. All black, shaved head and empty eyes. Ready to do whatever Joan tells it to do.

The man lunged first, she made sure he'd been told that he had to kill the Dog to have a chance of being freed.

It's a beautiful fight if you ask Joan. The man does have some hand-to-hand combat training, basica and brute, terrible form and all he has is his strength. Her dog, on the other side, has the training and the strength and the grace. It has fluid motions as it ducks punches, blocks kicks, and even let some hits land.

Joan can't help a large smile when the man tries to reach a little too low, too below the waist, and all he gets is a forearm broken in two spot. His nose is squashed by a punch and his left knee explodes under a kick. It's such a good show to watch.

He was told to kill the dog, the Dog was told to kill him. Honestly? This is almost like a predator playing with the prey.

It's almost funny to see the pervert laying on his back, breathing hard and bleeding from his nose and mouth after a few teeth has been knocked out. The Dog looks up at her, Joan simply nods. She can feel the excitement from the man beside her, the guy that found the soon-to-be-dead man trying to fuck a demon.

All of them, in the end of the day, are excitable sadists.

As it was trained, the Dog makes sure it steps onto his crotch, he howls like a pathetic little animal. It falls heavily in one knee, the howls of pain is squeezed out of him as the Dog's weight takes away his breath. She knows her puppy is heavier than it seems, even when you know that all you can see is muscles and power. It stays just like that for a few seconds, watching as the man struggles to breath and make pain sounds at the same time.

Then it shifts so its straddling his waist. The man tried to push it off of him, but the Dog is better than this and grabs his wrists, pinning above his head with one hand. Not everyone knows who's behind the muzzle, who's the human persona of her War Dog, but when they look this close, they can see that there's a human buried somewhere there.

It makes everything worse and Joan loves it.

The man begs, pleads. Please and don't and other gasped words that mean nothing to the killed on top of him. Each punch is calculated, hard and precise. The Dog doesn't break eye contact, just like it was trained to do. Not stopping when his face turns into something beyond recognition, not stopping until the man isn't moving nor breathing.

It gets up, left hand dripping blood. Joan thinks some of this blood belongs to the Dog, she doesn't care. All she care is how her puppy is obedient and didn't even hesitate at killing the man it was told to kill.

The Dog looks up at her again. There's a bruise on its left temple, the punch that landed was hard enough that her left eyes was bloodshot and there was a little cut on her temple. Other than that, and the blood-covered hand, there's no hint of violence on her. Just the compliant empty-eyed soldier Joan has been training for years. Joan nods, the Dog turns and leaves the ring throught the same entrance it entered in the first place.

Joan can't help being proud of what she has accomplished with this project.

#ask box fic #whump #whump community #whump blog #lady whump #sort of the Dog is a whumpee after all #it/its pronouns tw #blood tw #violence tw #whumper's POV

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the stag, the dog, and the sheep:

time for a top tier episode!!

BORING BORING DRIVER HES A BOORING BOORING DRIVER

“come onn dylan! barry will have fallen into the sea by the time we get there!” “good joke” “thank you” “then again i suppose i’ve got to laugh haven’t i in case you punch me in the face again” max and ethan are laughing about it but cal’s looking moody in the back and he flicks ethan in the head because he’s being a “bully”😬

STOOP THE BUS HE NEEDS A WEEE WEEEE

and here is ethan’s “i once chased a sheep through a field with charlie fairhead” from his game of two truths and a lie with fenisha sjdkfkgk

dylan and dervla just sat watching them “this is how far mankind has evolved. fully grown men who’ve worked their entire lives to become invaluable members of a progressive society, in the blink of an eye reduced to chasing a woolly ruminant” SJDKFKG

lol cal trips ethan and claims it was an accident even though it very clearly wasn’t and ethan’s like “cheers! i hope you’re not going to be like this the whole trip. we’re here for charlie remember.”

now his glasses are broken

ethan waking up with the sheep in his face skdkfkk he also seems to have lost his stag t-shirt? “oh shhh…eep”

dylan lmaoooo

“where’s charlie?” “who’s charlie?” “the groom. the reason we’re all here.”

david’s got a white suit for the wedding SJDKFKGK he says he swears he hired a dark one

ethan’s reaally struggling with that maths there sjskdkf i say that but tbh i would struggle to do 3 hours - 45 minutes in my head like that even when NOT horrendously hung over

noel’s forgotten his name and max tells him it’s leslie😭😭

DERVLA AND THE SHEEP IN THE WINDOW OF THE B&B SKDKFKGKG otp

dylan and josh check the police station. even josh doesn't remember what happened asdhjjkdh

poor elle. she’s been summoned for a hearing

ethan’s limping and says his leg really hurts and cal calls him a wuss and then he discovers the ‘be more cal’ tattoo. i mean that’s by no means the worst tattoo he could’ve gotten so in a way he was lucky

“i’ve got a tattoo! no! that’s the kind of thing you’d do!” “you pretty much are me now” yes indeed cal, you are mad at him for doing something you would’ve done to him without a second thought

david's being unusually chipper... the effect of him reducing the dose of his medication?

duffy's worried because charlie isn't answering her calls and she thinks he's run away and doesn't want to marry her anymore

the woman in the tattoo place says that ethan's screaming was the loudest she's ever heard and cal goes "sounds about right" sjsjdfjfjgfj

"you brought a stethoscope to a stag do?" "yeah! it's a comfort thing..." DHJKAHHJSD OH ETHAN I LOVE YOUUU I MISS YOUUU

ethan trying to distract the tattoo lady from them looking into the briefcase by asking to look at more designs "i'm thinking of a... caterpillar?"

"OO OO DONT BE SHY LADIES THERES A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE" "are you sure that's your brother?" "funny, i've been asking myself that a lot recently" SJAJKSJ why is ethan SO much more drunk than the others😭😭 i guess he's not as used to drinking so much. plus i think he'd drunk more than the others by the time they'd even set off bc they showed him opening another beer

lmaoo ethan asking cal whether he should put kisses in a text to alicia saying everything's okay and cal's like "what."💀

“there’s a dancer called candy. we think charlie might be with her. … no, no, not in the biblical sense” SJDKKFKGK

cal and ethan start arguing yet again lol ethan has no idea what it is cal's actually mad about😬

ethan lauching himself at the pimp guy and knocking him out to save cal YEAHH THATS MY BOY!!! he goes “nobody touches my brother” and cal goes “be more cal, eh?”🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

aww they’re doing a sort of a hen night (well, day) for duffy and david comes in and goes “oh great you’ve got her distracted!” 💀💀

“i remember faces. all of yours are imprinted in my brain. i’ll see you again.” “yeah, well this isn’t actually my face so um. i hired it!” skdkfkgkg i love him

the police officer asks dylan’s name and then he’s like “dylan keogh? are you sure sir?” because charlie was arrested but gave dylan’s name lmaooo

“you gave them my name, why did you do that?!” “imagine if duffy found out about this” “i’ve got a criminal record now apparently!” “drunkenness, resisting arrest, it’s nothing really” “yeah and impersonating a doctor i’m sure that’s an offence isn’t it! you know all of these things go on record, the next time there’s trouble, it’s muggins they’ll come looking for first!” SKDKFKGKG ohh dylan i love you

charlie has a tattoo that says ‘candy’ in a heart lmaoooo

dylan spinning the minibus and then he stops and they all rush to put their seatbelts on SJDFKKGKG come on guys you literally work in an emergency department💀

noel still thinks he’s called leslie sjdkfkkfkf

“i was thinking, maybe i should get a tattoo. be more ethan.” “ha” “you were seriously impressive back there” “yeah, we’ll, then i’d have to get one that said ‘be even more cal’, you’d have to get one that said ‘be even more ethan’, i’d have to get…” “just. stop talking. come ere” and cal puts his arm round ethan and kisses his head and hugs him I MISS GHEM SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh is that lexy? is that her name?

“well given that i’ve got at least 12 points on my license and a fresh criminal record, i’d say it’s been a pretty staggeringly unsuccessful stag from my point of view” oh dylan skdkfkgk

duffy saying in the vows “no sickness, because we’re nurses” :((((

damn david is tearing up the dance floor! meanwhile robyn looks worried

lmaoo alicia goes up to ethan at the reception and goes “i missed the main event so you’re gonna have to make up for it by taking your trousers off” and he’s like “i beg your pardon?” and she goes “i wanna see it!” and he realises she’s talking about the tattoo💀💀 and cal sees them talking and immediately goes and kisses some random woman who conveniently happens to be walking past at that moment so alicia sees and breaks up with him

shut up connie leave elle alone🙄

lmaoo duffy notices charlie’s arm hurts but he doesn’t tell her about the tattoo. i think charlie’s drunken tattoo is considerably worse than ethan’s lmao

“why would you do that to alicia?” “yknow, sometimes you can’t help yourself” cal actually looks really sad :( and ethan just looks confused. “so what you’re saying you don’t wanna be more like me now? because tattoo removal really hurts” lmaooo

“that’s the thing. whatever you do, however insane, i still look at you and think yeah that’s my brother” “and you’ve got me for life nibbles” THAT IS SO FUCKING CRUEL I HATE THE WRITERS I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 there’s no way in hell they weren’t already planning to kill cal off at this point because it’s less than 3 months away now and don’t they start planning storylines like 9 months in advance :/ and when richard winsor decided to leave he agreed to extend his contract an extra 4 months i think so they could give cal a good (“good”) exit storyline

i absolutely love how they’ve both decided to put their relationship over their relationships with alicia. i miss when casualty didn’t prioritise romantic relationships over everything else. i feel like that started to change in s32. man i miss the oliver kent and erika hossington era it really was superior

i think they should do a comedy episode like this again! although the show barely has any lighthearted moments like it used to be so maybe it would feel more jarring but on the other hand it would probably help bring back some light heartedness and fun!

#classic casualty #the stag the dog and the sheep

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