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toji-girl · 2 months

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come back to me - 2 | pro-hero! k. bakugo

tags: fem reader + you two are divorced and parents + angst + repost

part one | part three | part four

You sat across from your children and ex-husband, who couldn't stop staring at you any time you smiled and laughed. His heart twisted in his chest, knowing his ring was still in his nightstand.

It felt right to have you here back in your shared home with them. Watching your children giggle and play around, everything fell into place, even though they were shards of broken glass.

Aya and Kouki were quick to eat, wanting to spend time with their mom and dad. It was a rare occasion that you two stayed in the same room long enough, too many painful memories shared.

They both helped you wash dishes idily chatting about Katsuki's new girlfriend. However, your children reminded you that they love you to the moon and back and that you're their mom and no one else is.

All the while, Katsuki hung out in the background for a moment before he stepped out of the kitchen. "I'm glad you two are happy, my babies." You gushed giving them both big hugs when the dishes were done.

"I'm not a baby!" Aya replied with a stern look reminding you so much of her father, down to the very same crease between the eyebrows.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and ushered them upstairs when he came back into the kitchen. "Don't get an attitude with your mother, wash up and change. We'll be upstairs to read you a story." He told them while you watched them disappear.

A moment later, you stood face to face with your ex-husband. The tension so thick, covering you two like a blanket. "It won't be long. I think I have some of your clothes if you want to change." It was he who broke the ice first, his voice gruff as he looked back at you.

Now it was up to you to continue chipping at it, ask for his shirt perhaps, but you declined politely and quickly scurried upstairs wondering why he still had your clothes and which ones.

The idea of another woman taking care of him and wearing his shirts made you want to crawl out of your skin, and you knew you royally messed up by divorcing him, but the pain was far too great to repair.

Always you had supported him during every obstacle he had to face in his career, always accepted that you'd come second in a way.

And with your children that was unacceptable, but you understood how important his job was to him and never held that against him, his job was a huge one being the number two pro-hero in the country.

It all boiled down to him not spending enough time with the three of you when he came home and it felt like you were a single but married mom and it weighed too much on you like a heavy wet blanket.

But you could still feel the passion and the pull toward him, the undeniable chemistry sizzled, however, you pushed the thought away and focused on taking care of your children and going to sleep.

"You sleep well, ok? Me and your daddy love you very much." You told Aya with a gentle tone as you tucked her in with a kiss on the head.

Her red eyes bounced between you and Katsuki. "Can you please move back in? I hate having two homes." Her voice wavered as she fought back tears staring at you.

Your heart cracked even more as you listened to her tiny pleas. "We can be a happy family again." This time it was Kouki who spoke from beside you as he sat on his sister's mattress with his on the top bunk.

Even though there were plenty of rooms Aya and Kouki wanted to share one so he could protect his little sister if needed.

"We are still a happy family, I promise maybe we can sort something out. I know you two love it here, so how about this? I move closer while you two can stay here with your dad." You murmured looking at them.

The idea of leaving your children behind made you feel even lower than you already were, hitting rock bottom is no fun. "Hinata is really nice but she's not our you, our mom," Aya said out loud with a pout.

Katsuki sighed heavily from the doorway that he leaned against unsure how to approach the topic because if you even suggest you coming back he'd call his girlfriend right now to end things.

You looked back at him hoping for some help as you took hold of Aya's hand. "I know baby girl, you have the best mom ever and we'll get something sorted out." He assured her in a soft tone.

After multiple snuggles and kisses you and Katsuki left the room in silence. "I'll grab some blankets and a pillow then I'll take the couch."

While you spoke you couldn't look at him and you didn't waste any time going back downstairs to do so and settle on your bed.

Thoughts of talking to him about fixing the marriage crossed your mind every second you lay on the soft cushions, but he's in a relationship and you aren't a homewrecker.

It was obvious after an hour Katsuki had finally moved on seeing that he didn't come downstairs as you listened to the rain patter outside but sleep wasn't coming tonight.

How could it? Your chest caved in and tears ran down your face. The physical pain manifested in your chest before blooming into your belly leaving an open wound bleeding and raw.

You sniffled and sat up, keeping the blanket tucked into your chest. Maybe taking the couch was a bad idea, you should've driven home anyway nowhere in the house was safe from memories.

Another sob racked your body, everything poured from your eyes and nose until you heard a soft grunt and felt the cushion dip. "I could hear you all the way upstairs." Katsuki murmured and sat down.

He handed you some tissues, unsure what to do. This was new territory. You two aren't married anymore so it felt strange to say and he wasn't sure if you wanted his comfort, but he wanted to offer it.

From going to knowing each other for so long, dating, being each others first for everything, marriage and two kids, now it crumbled.

"Thanks, I'm sorry. This is why I wanted to go home, the kids - we can't give them that. We tried and now you've moved on." You sighed.

It was like word vomit that spewed from your mouth, a rushed sentence tangled together. All that made sound was your heavy breathing and the soft rainfall hushed by the roof.

Katsuki leaned his head back and looked at you. "We can give them that, move in with us." He told you seriously, his red eyes glazed over.

You couldn't help but burst out into laughter, making him watch you harder wondering if you cracked. "That would be confusing and what about Hinata?" You asked unable to hide the jealousy in the undertone of your voice.

Katsuki couldn't help the soft smug grin that tugged his lips back hearing you. "Jealous of her? And the kids will be happy to have their parents back under the same roof, the back and forth is no good."

You still didn't look at him, not that you really could. "Not back together...but I think we can arrange that, I'll take the guest room."

"You didn't answer my question." His gaze held the weight of the world and the burn of the world's largest fire pit as you shook your head.

He cackled and threw his head back. "You are. Why? You wanted this." He mentioned the space between you two with his free hand.

You rolled your eyes, feeling irritation set in now. "Yes, because I was a single mom with a ring on my finger. I took care of everything while you lived your dream." You shot back.

"Here we go," He huffed and put his hands on his knees, standing up. "I'm going to bed. We can tell the kids in the morning about it all."

Katsuki disappeared upstairs, and you wanted nothing more than to pull him down and kiss him senseless and maybe headbutt him.

The feelings you felt in the moment were confusing but one thing you knew for certain, you still and always will love him no matter what.

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daddyhausen · 4 months

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — after submitting yourself to the house malakai offers for you to submit your body to him

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], bad dutch [ forgive me 😫 ], sex cult, cultleader!malakai, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, restrainst, submissive x dominant, dom!malakai, sub!reader, minor religion kink, oral sex [ male + female receiving ], rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 2.2k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x malakai black

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

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you could not help but stare at the sight before you

the woman that was once seated beside you in the pew

her modesty once shielded by a simple cotton shift, body now bare as she kneeled before your leader

malakai’s body glistening under dim candlelight, slick with perspiration dripping down his slender yet toned form

his breath still recovering from the three women he’d previously inducted to the house

the three cast off to a quite corner of the alters engaging in pleasures that would make a non-believer curse them as heretics

as they touched, sucked, licked, fucked to the same sight unfolding before you

the woman, still on her knees for your leader, her burgundy hair cascaded down her breasts, hardened nipples bust peeking from behind the locks

her blushed skin glowed under soft candlelight, the golden flecks of her irises bared nothing but loyalty towards your inked saviour

she muttered something unbeknownst to you

seemingly a response to a question conjured by malakai

although you did not pay attention, rather focusing on the way malakai’s impressive size stiffened in response to her answer

the way his inked digits wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself idily

before entering her parted mouth with haste

his cock stuffed down her throat, buried deep in the back as she choked and gagged around his substantial size

you could not help but clench your thighs together instinctively, your cunt throbbing with such desires unknown to man

each thrust he gave made you shudder with delight

you wonder how he could go for such a long period of time, his stamina was unmatched

even after going three rounds, a forth at the moment, then yourself, and then two after you

the woman beside you watched on eagerly

they were no more older than twenty five you suspected

the blonde closest to you, admired your leader, groping her perky breasts through the same cotton dress all of the women adorned

her nipples perked up beneath the sheer fabric

and to her left, a redhead, she was the younger of the two you’d overheard her mention in a previous conversation before the initiation ceramony

the skirt of her shift hiked up to her waist, hand positioned between her thighs, fingering and fucking herself with ravenous whimpers and pleas for her leader

you could not help but blush at the sight, feeling rather self conscious given the circumstances

it’s not that you were inexperienced, far from it, you admired their confidence to expose and pleasure themselves so freely

you turned your head back to malakai, he cock now free from the woman’s throat as she stared up gleefully at him

her face painted in his hot seed

you licked your lips with anticipation, knowing that you were next

a young blonde, you’d caught her name previously, julia.

she helped the newest initiate stand, guiding her to the group of inductees to join in on their pleasures

juila glanced in your direction, beckoning you to stand and make you way to the altar, gesturing with her hand towards malakai

he was a polarising figure, how his mismatched eyes drew you towards him, you weren’t even aware as you stared slowly pacing towards him, never breaking eye contact

you now stood before him, baring your soul into his.

his eyes scanned you ravenously, a mixture of intereague and lust flooded him.

getting lost in your gaze for a second before commanding you to strip

his tone was stern yet not at all forceful

letting you, in your own time, peel the cotton shield from your skin, exposing yourself to his gaze.

the blonde and redhead beside you from earlier giggled in excitement as they get to witness the scene unfold one more before it was their respective turns

“kneel” he repeated that same commanding tone, a hand on your shoulder for extra persuasion

you did as told, completely enthralled with him and he hadn’t even begun

his cock still twitching from his previous orgasm

mere centimetres from you lips

“do you pledge you loyalty to the house?” he questioned, holding his cock idly in his palm, gently stroking his base

“i do” you answered without hesitation, much to your surprise

he smirked softly

“do you swear to pledge your body and soul to me? allowing me free reign over you whenever i see fit?”

he seemed fairly eager for you to answer this time round, his tip leaking with warm precum

you hesitated for a moment, although the prospect of being a free use doll for your leader was tempting to say the least

“i do” you repeated. he offered a small yet smug smile

parting your lips with the tip of his swollen cock

his size stretching your mouth, lips wrapping around his thick shaft with the slightest amount of resistance

thrusting forward until your nose met the shaved base of his cock

he could feel you choking and sputtering around him

much as his other initiates had done

but you felt different

it wasn’t a matter of resistance or need for air

you welcomed the feeling

how your breath was slowly being pulled from your lungs with each thrust he gave

how your eyelids would flutter shut and would let the pleasure take over

he pulled his cock back momentarily, not wanting to fully asphyxiate you but leave you breathless enough to keep wanting more

you peered up at him teary eyed and desperate, wanting to taste the fruits of his loins more so than ever

you craved him, physically, emotionally despite him only using your body for pleasure

“brave maid. neem het allemaal” [ good girl. take it all ]

he muttered under his breath in a language unknown to you, it sounded germanic, dutch was the closest you could think of

his breath grew more frantic, thrust grew shorter yet rougher as he held your head close to his hips

his cock stuffed in the back of your throat, so needy for release

“fuck…” he grunted, releasing his warmth down your throat

his hot seed coatin your tongue, a euphoric warmth filling your belly

he pulled out of you, breathless

beckoning and awaiting julia to his side

he pulled her close, whispering something in her ear followed by a small nod on her part

he gave you a soft parting glancing as you swallowed his warmth, still in desperate need of more

julia gingerly grabbed you by the wrist, ushering you away.

however you detoured past the group of woman, still engaging in their frantic primal play as the blonde took her place, kneeling between malakai’s thighs

repeating the same questions to her as he’d done to you

you could not help but feel a pang of shame in your stomach, allowing yourself to get so freely used and tossed aside

“where are we going?” you questioned julia, the petite blonde smiled sweetly before answering

“malakai’s room” she simply started leading you down a short corridor, lined with lit, gothic-style candelabras and intricate medieveil oil paintings

finally reaching the end of the corridor, she reached into her pocket, prying out a gilded key

unlocking the door to malakai’s room

“w-what does he want with me…in here?”

he offered you a smirk, the look almost demeaning at your dumbfounded question

“he’s…curious.” he began, although her words were hollow and void of any clues you could decipher

she shut the door before you had a chance to rebut, now standing naked and alone in the centre of your leader’s chambers

your eyes scanned around the room

it was dark, in colour and in feeling, leaving a sense of unnerve in your belly

the walls painted a steely grey, almost black, furniture to boot

the darkness intersected with splotches of wine fabric throughout

what caught your eye was a table in the far left corner, the circular piece a dark mahogohny

straps and buckles lined in an “x” formation acting as some form of spreader

you sat alone for what seemed like twenty minutes before the door opened once more

malakai entered, tattooed body glistening with sweat

he bypassed you for a moment, noticing your presence but refusing to acknowledge you for the moment

making his way to the basin inside the bathroom, the two rooms separated by an archway instead of a door

the basin already filled with cold water by julia

malaki cleaned himself up

letting the frozen droplets run down his heated body

your watched how his back arched as it met his skin

a soft yet tired groan left his lips

one that made you cunt pulse with arousal

you watched how the muscles in his back contracted than relaxed

deforming the shapes of his tattoos in the process

he joined you back in the bedroom, all the while you remained stoic

it took all your might to not stare at his size the way you’d done previously

“i assume julia informed you”

his tone rather casual given the circumstance

your eyes shot up to meet his, he was standing before you, mismatched eyes fixated on you awaiting a response

“umm yes…” you replied sheepishly

he took cautious step towards you until your bodies could no longer be parted

he hooked his fingers under your chin

hiding your face u to meet his own

“you intregue me, mijn engel” [ my angel ]

he smoothed over your bottom lip with his thumb, his taste still faint against your tongue

you cocked your head to the side, confused

“the way you gave yourself to me, so easily. it was…mesmerising…” he began, tracing small shapes against your bottom lip

“i want to explore you more, feel very dip and crevice of that perfect body of yours”

his eyes fell to your breasts, trailing down your waist and hips before ettling on your glistening cunt

“i want to let go of any shame, to submit to me wholeheartedly, fell that pretty little cunt drip around my cock…can you do that for me kleintje? [ little one ]

you nodded without hesitance, allowing him to control your movements, dragging you by the wrists to the aforementioned table

he motioned for you to lay down. you did as commanded, your movements felt forced rather than your own volition

he strapped your wrists in firsts, tightening the buckles so escape was not an option

he did the same with your ankles

“zo nat…je druppelt voor mij, schatje” [ so wet…you’re dripping for me, sweetheart ]

he knelt before you, peppering soft kisses to your inner thighs, peering up every so often to gauge your reaction

smiling softly into your skin each time you let out a whimper

his tongue teased your clit, drawing shapes into the sensitive bud

“you taste so good my love, zo lief” [ …so sweet ]

his words would switch between english and dutch, the latter more so, still wanting to keep the intregue and mystery behind his words

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at the sensitive pearl, while you whined and writes against his tongue

“squirming will only make them tighter, little one” his words muffled into your cunt

you remained silent, letting the soft whimpers and moans that spile from your lips give him all the context he needs to continue his pleasure

your cunt clenched around his tongue, a pulse throbbed low in your belly, begging for release

“kom voor mij. kom rond mijn tong” [ cum for me. cum round my tongue ]

you walls clenched around air as he pulled away, juices dripping onto the mahogany wood below

“good girl” he hummed, licking his lips, tasting you

“please sir…” you whined, cunt throbbing with a dull pulse

“please what?” he smirked, leaning over you the tip of his cock teasing your soaked folds

“fuck me” you whispered, breathlessly, feeling his tip enter your void, holding himself there

“zo’n strak kutje” [ such a tiny little cunt ]

he pushed himself in to the hilt

“je ziet er zo mooi unit, gevuld met mijn pik” [ you look so beautiful stuffed with my cock ]

his hips began their rapid assault, slamming deep into you all the while you were helpless to the fact

he felt so good, his cock stretched you out so effortlessly

your walls tughtening around him with each stroke

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, his cock meeting your cervix with rough thrusts

“feel that good huh?” he mocked

your back arched with pleasure, his cock sinking deep into your cunt, the shape of him evident in your belly

you were in heaven, arousal coursed through you, feeling like putty in his hands

his cock swelled inside of you, nearing his own end

“geef jezelf aan mij. wees even braaf meisje an aanbid mijn pik” [ give yourself to me. be a good girl and worship this cock ]

you could not hold on much longer

the pleasure burning inside you about to burst

malakai place his hand on your lower belly, pushing down slightly

feeling the bludge of his cock pulse through your skin

giving an exhilarated grunt as you drained him

milking his cock of his hot seed

so good…such a good girl milking my cock like this, you wanted my seed that bad huh?”

you could only nod in response

cunt gripping his shaft tightly as you dripped around him

he pulled out swiftly, cock still leaking with cum, the remnants coating the top of your mound

“mijn lieverd…” [ my darling ]

he breathed words tight in his chest

“i hope you get used to me. because we’re going to be spending a lot of time together”

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—tangy

SUMMARY | this was supposed to be a simple, relaxing mission. all of that had been thrown out the train window as soon as you saw idiot one and idiot two

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | spoilers for bullet train, hit men, mentions of murder, guns, ect

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTE | fell in love with tangerine while watching bullet train. what more is there to it

🍊 MASTERLIST 🍊 NAVIGATION 🍊 RULES 🍊

Confined spaces certainly makes the job easier for you.

You were able to observe everyone simultaneously. Being everywhere all at once. Sitting idily in a corner inconspicuously, sipping on a drink while pretending to read a newspaper. All the while watching as people fidgit with their fingers and mingle amongst nearby passengers. Keeping tabs on who leaves and who enters and how many times they do it.

In fact that's all you had been planning on doing for the next twenty four hours. Enjoying the ambiance of the lovely modern train as you waited for your mark. Probably opting on getting up to lure the target into a bathroom stall, slitting their throat once the lock had been clicked. An easy job by definition, especially for you. Practically a vacation handed to you on a silver platter.

That's why you almost choked on your fizzy drink when they walked in.

You'd never forgot a face. Not once. That's part of the reason you made for such a good hit man. Show you someone's high school picture once, and you'd be able to pick them out in a crowd forty years after it had been taken. And when I say pick them out, I mean with a gun. Preferably from a rooftop. Probably from a rooftop.

So you recognized the leather jacket and blue suit almost immediately. After all how could you forget. Your annoyance for them had been all but solidified in concrete the moment the loud one had shot your leg in Russia, his twin just watching. That cast was a bitch to lug around for half a year, and everytime it thumped against the staricase in your house you cursed the both of them.

Suppressing a groan, your eyes cautiously watched from behind the pages of a comically large larg magazine as Lemon and Tangerine walked down the isle of the train compartment together, facing each other while bickering quite loudly. Or at least doing what you assumed was to be bickering. Knowing them, they probably just used that many curse words in a casual conversation anyway.

"I've told you a thousan' times, bruv." You listed to Lemon slur his words with that thick accent of his, practically spitting fire at his twin. "It's Thomas The Tank Engine. Not Thomas the Train. Get that in ya thick skull."

"Oh well, ex-fucking-scuze me. I didn' know I'd be gettin schooled on a fuckin kids show today, twat." Tangerines eyeroll was all but audible in response. He ignored as fellow passengers swapped offended looks with each other at their language. You'd imagine he'd be flipping them off if he wasn't so busy basically biting his brothers head off.

They were nearly past your booth now and out of the train car, your fingers tightening around the reading material in front of you in anticipation. For a moment you thanked whoever had given the both of them such long legs and speedy strides, happy as long as they were out of sight. Didn't matter that they would still be on the train. As long as they didn't see you, all was well.

So of course they would choose that moment to stop right in front of your fucking seat. The urge to stand up and kick them both in their asses was only increasing. Not that it wasn't already high up there in the first place.

"I don't give a bloody damn when ya smart ass people half the time you bastard. Here me complanin? Nope." Lemon popped the p at the last word, pointing a finger at his companions chest. "But no one, and I mean no one ya cheeky fuck, bad mouths Thomas in front of me."

"Right. And what you gonna do about it, fruit boy. Stick a diesel sticker on me when I ain't lookin?"

"I just might. An don't call me fruit boy. You're the one who came up with those names in the first place 'member?"

Your muscled tensed up in preparation when Tangerine suddenly whipped around to you, dragging Lemons attention along with him. The cool metal of your gun brushed against your fingertips as you slowly reached under the trains table for where it was hidden. Maybe this time you'd have an excuse to shoot them in the legs. Send them a hallmark card in the hospital afterwards. Something cheep and tacky. You were petty like that.

"Hey, mate, mind reminding my buddy here tha' grown ass adults don't watch the cartoon channel and he's due for a visit to the loony bin?"

You just glared at him and his stupid fucking 90's porn stache, frown deepening as you watched recognization well up in his eyes.

"Hang on." Your hand twitched with the urge to rip his tounge out of his mouth as it ran across his bottom lip. "I know you—"

"Oh for fucks sake."

You hopped up, abandoning your cozy little corner in turn for dragging him by the lapel of his now wrinkled suit into the connecting cabin of the train cars. You imagined that if they hadn't been so surprised by an innocent looking samaritan dragging their asses along, you would be sporting two new holes in the side of your head.

"One job! I had one job and the two of you had to muck it all up!" Words hissed out of your mouth like steam from a gas can as you dropped your grip on Tangerine and turned away from him, revealing your own gun nonchalantly. They were both quick to draw their own, stances stiff and confused in contrast to your loose but annoyed one.

"Ay I recognize you now." Lemon looked over at Tangerine, gesturing his gun to you loosely. "Russia. A broken leg. James the train, 'member?"

"Would you stop it with the Thomas the train shit for one fffuckin moment?" He hissed back. "Yeah I remember 'em. But that dosent explain what the hell their doin on this train now does it?"

"Nothing that concerns you." You saved them the trouble of yet another fighting match. "And wait, James the train?"

"Yeah." Lemons eyes brightened slightly while looking at you. As if happy someone was asking him about his interest in the train show without attempting to shit on it. "A James. Impatient but gets shit done. Kinda determined too."

You blinked.

"Okay now I like him." You turned your gun over to Tangerine completely now, the man's eyes widening as he sputtered slightly.

"What?!"

You shrugged with an unbothered and downward turn of your lips. "He complimented me. Plus he wasn't the one who shot me in the leg."

"Come-fucken-on that was not a fucken compliment!!"

"I dunno bruv." Lemon shrugged, mirroring your earlier action. "It kinda was."

"Yeah, alright I definitely like you now."

"Oh come off it you bitch! Help me out here or I'll fuckin kill you before they shoot me!" Tangerine spat. You listened as Lemon snickered.

"Hey. I'm good at readin people wha' can I say. And they certainly aren't lookin to shoot any of us right now. That's not a very Jamss thing of them ta do." You sent Lemon a kind thank you—to which he returned it with a your welcome. Tangerine was left alone to seethe in anger.

"Stop that before you blow a gasket." You made a face, referring to the way Tangerines jaw clenched as if he were attempting to chew glass. "Your brother here, Lemon, is right. I don't really feel like carrying your lifeless body across this train right now. I just want to get my damn job done and then go see a cherry tree grove or something."

He grumbled whilst Lemon preened at your recognization of his correct assumption.

"Besides. I'd hate to shoot you in the face and ruin your best asset. Would really ruin my day more than it already has been." A loose sigh made it past your lips. "Fucking up shit is more your style anyways."

You could tell Tangerine was struggling with being of the receiving end of such a blatant compliment and insult on the same time—practically picking through his brain for a measurable response. Either way he was about to run his mouth, and you'd wasted enough time on the job already.

"If I see either of you pass by through my train car again, it better just be that: passing through. Anything else and I am not afraid to end up leaving a few people with ringing ears. Capishe?" The gun in your hands was nodded at strictly, the not so hidden threat being left out in the open for all to interpret.

"Loud and clear mate." Lemon grinned.

"Good. Now scram."

"Hold on love—"

"Call me love again, and I rip that mustache off and shove it straight up that ass of yours. Now ta-ra, or whatever pricks like you say." You were already leaving, so sadly you didn't get to see the look on Tangerines face as you walked off, really just wanting to finish that drink you'd left behind now. Although you wouldn't complain if you were to find something a bit stronger than soda. Especially after that.

The twins waited until you were out of the connecting room before either of them went to speak.

"You know." Lemon clamped a hand down on Tangerines arm with a toothy grin. "If I didn' know any better bruv, I would say tha' you have a thing for them. Not everyday you get a compliment on your ugly mug."

"Must have hit your head boarding. And get ya fucken greasy bitch ass hand off me." He snarled, swatting his brothers hand off his shoulder. "They just threatened to kill me for fucks sake. And I them!"

"I dunno. They seemed like they're a little partial to oranges themself."

"It's tangerines idiot! Tangerines!"

"Whatever. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

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mahiiimahiiii · 3 months

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Ok hear me out: once the crew gets to bauldurs gate they have mini funerals ala good place.

(part 1)

I'll give you a taster (+ my beautiful redeemed bhaalspawn):

Gale:

Gales "funeral" would be at a library. He would pile books together as a makeshift coffin and wear a bright pink night robe with fuzzy slippers and curlers in his hair, as well as a dusty pink eye mask. Everyone would be wearing some sort of robe, his flowers of choice for the event would be lilly of the valley.

"gale died doing what he loved, learning."

"some might say this would be the ultimate fate for gale"

He would interject, eating the cucumber on his eye, "I do not think the best outcome for me would be turning into an ilithid. But I must admit- it is fitting."

Later events would be a wine tasting and going shopping for new books.

Shadowheart:

I feel like hers would be a moonlight bonfire, lots of ring dancing and setting her old sharran armor on fire.

"I think-" karlach would start up "a lot of us would be dead if we didn't have our cleric. So shadowheart has earned her props.. not only is she reliable- she is resilient, she is strong."

"despite our quarrels, I am glad to fight with you. I have watched you bloom into a magnificent warrior, for what force? We will see soon enough. May your death be glorious." La'zel quipped.

Her flowers of choice would be night orchids. she would then insist on learning how to swim and manage a doggie paddle.

Karlach:

I feel like hers would be on the beach with a fruity drink in hand as she floats around in the water. The fish around her have probably boiled, which is more incentive for a fish fry.

Everyone gets like a back breaking hug. Lots of physical activities party games wise, be drunk and merry. Most likely people get a bit sunburnt and burnt burnt.

There is no speeches as Karlach is too busy expressing her gratitude about everyone else.

She gets withers to do limbo with her

Her choice of flower is sunflowers.

La'zel:

She would like to opt out of this. a simple "thank you la'zel, may you die horribly in battle. May your wounds bleed out and may you suffer immensely" will suffice.

(her choice of flower is snap dragons)

Jaheria:

Hers would be a touristy walk of bauldurs gate.

She talks about her life, a sense of oral history to pass onto others. The night ends with root veggies chips and cheese, and a generous donation to animal sanctuaries within the cities from the Harpers.

Her idea of fun is bastardizing the ballads that volo wrote via mad libs. Which immature humor ensues.

The mighty _____ o' noble _____ (noun *x2)

Found ___ and sent them back to ____ and ____ (noun, adj*x2)

She would rest in a fainting couch in a puddle of sun in the wildshape form of a big cat, tail swishing idily as people read off their bastardized poems.

Her choice of flowers are jasmine blooms.

Wyll:

His would be a picnic in the park, as people read their speeches to him in comfortable sun dresses and loose cotton clothing, he would hold a little bouquet of daisies resting on a soft gingham sheet with a crown of flowers.

He would insist of going to his favorite pastry shops in the city. Sweet wine, tarts and small cakes. A day of sweets to remember the sweetest person in the camp.

His whole funeral was about allowing everyone to experience the childhood he knew, which wasn't much, but was something he knew they needed.

The look of pure joy in everyone's faces was enough to sustain him for the rest of his days.

The goals were, teach karlach hopscotch, double dutch with Wynne, climb a tree with astarion, and show la'zel some human dances. The older people in the group were less inclined to indulge, taking the roll of the gossiping parents to the 20 something aged other members in the band.

The night ended with dances and fiddle music.

His choice of flowers are thistle blooms

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a-writers-blurbs · 7 months

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Drabble 2

Sesshomaru watched as his Ward and the young fox kit basked in the attention bestowed on them by the Miko. Blankets were laid out, and dishes from dinner put up as the two children prepared for bed.

He watched as she tucked them in tenderly, a kiss placed on each of their foreheads. With a soft hum and a sad smile, the Miko turned his way.

Idily, he wondered why she smiled when it was so very clear she was anything but happy. Then he wondered why he cared. She was a human. His half-brother's discarded Miko.

Why was she here again?

Oh yes, his ward refused to leave the Miko behind. He didn't understand how allowing the Miko and her kit to follow him, in the midst of what he assumed was a lovers' spat, was a good idea at all.

Why had he allowed it again? His musing came to an abrupt hault as the sad, discarded Miko sat down - rather ungracefully - next to him.

"Sesshomaru-sama, I have a request."

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retrosimp · 1 year

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Guilty Mornings

Just a drabble I had in my notes so there you go.

Mild NSFW ahead be warned.

Female reader x Ran

‘ It happend again.’

The thought strikes you as you stir to the rustling tunes of the wind chime from what you know is the balcony door.

The room and the sheets carry the scent of weed and sex interlaced with Rans signature parfume.

Eyes drifting you realise there is no breathing noise beside you, glacing over your shoulder you see the bed is empty.

Contemplations about a runner are usually not your thing but you consider it for a moment. Usually Ran is not someone to come back to bed before his morning routine which involves a smoke and an espresso on his balcony.

If this were the one night stand you pretend it to be you would not know these quirks.

You should not know.

You don't want to either. It's not as if you'd care.

Exactly.

You decide to book it sitting up halfway to angle for your clothes. The café bathroom will have to do.

A squeaking of a door being shut interruptes your plans and you hear a signature padding of swift feet moving across the flat and towards the room. A moment later the door creaks open lightly the moment you bury yourself back in the pillows.

You don't allow your eyes to peal open or move an inch as you feel the bedside dipping beneath you and a warm body presses itself against your back.

‘Just dont react pretend to sleep.’

You inwardly chant to yourself, repeating the thought a little sterner as you feel Rans soft mouth pressing a kiss into you hair making its trail down to suck a kiss into the shell of your ear.

“g' morning”

His voice is still a little raspy and you imagine the reason being the cigarette scent laced in his colonge.

You feel Ran frown as you keep your expression painfully neutral heart racing as his lips begin to add more pressure to your sensitive skin before suddenly Ran darts out his tongue giving the hickey behind your ear a swift flick.

Barley able to suppress a squeak your hands wind themselves into the sheets.

Inwadly you beg him to just leave.

Your thoughts are still racing as you hear the click of Rans tongue.

If the older Haitani was ever a fan of silent treatment it's clearly not the case if directed at him.

But then his eyes narrow on your clenched expression and prompting his lips to trail kisses down your throat instead. The pulse flutters.

Alright. It seems you want to play Ran muses. If you want to play so you shall.

Faking innocence he hums into your skin momentary using the distraction to let his hand climb up your thighs hidden beneath the blankets.

While you feel Ran resuming his attack on your skin purposely in the process of another hickey you miss his hand only to feel something rubbing against your folds before parting them and stroking your bud. Electricity makes you pant and break from the stoic trance. “Fuck!”

Ran grins at the hiss leaving your throat and shifts his hands so that they are momentarily removed from your cunt only to grab you by the hips and use your distraction to pull you below him with force. Immediately his left hand resumes position while he grabs you hip with the other. Finally opening your eyes you see glee and lust in his lavender orbs. The long lashes bend as his eyes drip using the momentarily stupor to graze his lips against your mouth.

“Just go away” you try wiggling from his hold frustrated and aroused. Idily Ran only hums watching you with lidded eyes as his slender fingers fuck you at a lazy pace and yet deep enough to shorten your breaths into gasps. “Nah we are not done playing yet”

“What the - Ah - f fuck Ran.” Your complaints drown in a moan as he inserts a third long digit into your core harshly the right hand pinching the tender flesh on the insides of your thighs.

“Sorry what ?” The smile on the elder Haitani is angelic and demonic all the same.

“I-i am done -fa-ah- playing!” You huff using all your willpower to suppress another moan as one of Rans digits hits your most sensitive spot only to have your body betray you as your cunt clenches painfully.

Unimpressed a pale eye brow quirks in cold amusement.

His voice no more than a silken purr Ran grins csnnies flashing “But I want to play with you ”

Before you can huff another protest in response his mouth roughly captures your own and the way his fingers curl in your heat lets you know that leaving the bed won't be an option any time soon.

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