#it’s not fucking cute it’s not fucking funny and i wish pain and death on u

[favroitecrime]

i hope every single person under that dahmer series sound that are bragging about being unfazed watching him kill people die horrible deaths but i wish special agony on that one bitch wearing dahmer earrings and saying she wished it was more gruesome

#how many fucking times does it need to be said #that no matter how many times u try to twist these movies/shows into ‘learning expereinces’ #PEOPLE ARE NOT WATCHING TO LEARN #all the fucking jokes and the ‘unfazed’ comments and people simping for him #PEOPLE EXTENDING SYMPATHY TO HIM?? #genuinely wishing death on all of you but especially to the bitch who suggested the show be made in the first place #tag: i speakth #tw jeffrey dahmer #adding to this list people making jokes and calling gen z sensitive for calling them out #it’s not fucking cute it’s not fucking funny and i wish pain and death on u

[indulgentdaydream]

Can you write something where the reader is badly injured in some way and jason rushes her to the manor for help and everybody is confused on who she is bc they didnt even know he was in a relationship (despite them being together for awhile) but they see how soft and cute he is with her. (I’ve never made a request so sorry if it got kinda rambley)

anon you’ve got me TEEMING with ideas I LOVE the trope of nobody knowing jason has a girlfriend and they find out but it is NOT by Jason’s choice nor reader’s.

Also omg? Your first ask is to lil ol me?? That means this is a special occassion. And you’re doing great I’ve def sent worse asks.

Out of the Bag

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Hurt and Comfort.

Word Count: 1,862

Warnings: Injuries, swearing, near death experience, blood, knife mention, stabbing, canon-typical violence, use of pet names (princess, baby), drug (pain med) use

You were sat in an alleyway, vision going in and out.

“Tell me something, princess. Anything.” Jason’s voice rang out in your ear.

That’s right. In your right hand, you held your phone, to your ear. Your other hand was pressing the fabric of your coat to the side of your stomach. The blood had soaked through, becoming sticking on your palm and fingers.

You should’ve listened to Jason. You shouldn’t have walked home alone, at night. Luckily your phone had been in your pocket and not your purse, which had been stolen from you by the same guy who decided to stab you.

“Princess,” he sounded panicked.

Right. “Wish I had kicked him harder.”

You heard a sigh of relief leave him, “That’s my girl.”

The phone slipped from your grip a little as your head swam. The sight of blood coming from your own abdomen made no help in quelling your nausea.

You fixed the phone. You had called Jason the second the guy ran off, leaving you to bleed out. He was driving, you think. Tracking your phone to try and get to you. “How far?”

He said something you didn’t hear. Your vision was swimming, your side was aching, and you couldn’t help but keep this funny understanding out of your mind that you were dying.

That this is something Jason had come back to your apartment with a few times, claiming it was nothing. It was something.

You heard him call your name, “What’s around you?”

“I’m tired,” you mumbled.

It seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. Jason was trying to tell you to stay awake, to look at the alley around you. To look out towards the street and tell him what you saw. Then he was there, standing in front of you, his helmet hiding his face.

“I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He cupped your face, tapping your cheek to get you to open up your eyes. He crouched down, pulling your hand from your side to assess the damage.

You smiled lazily and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

Jason muttered a slew of swears as he pressed something soft yet hard against your agonizing wound. You let out a yelp before Jason was picking you up, placing you on his bike.

He’s talking fast, “Fuck. Okay, listen to me. We’re going to go somewhere new, okay? There’s nowhere around here except there for me to get you safe.”

You passed out nearly as soon as he started the bike.

Jason’s freaking. He had tried to keep you safe from anything like this. From everything less than this. And here you were, bleeding out in his arms as he carried you through the batcave. He beelined for the cots and the medical supplies off to the side. He knows his motorcycle couldn’t have been the smoothest of rides for someone in your condition, but it’s all he had in such a short time span.

He’ll apologize when you wake up.

When. He repeats. When she wakes up and when we can get the hell out of this place again and when I can remind her I love her.

No one was back from patrol yet. He set you down on the cot before tearing off his helmet. He tossed it aside, pulling out a med bag and ripping it open. He pushed up your shirt, examining your side and where he had placed the military-grade gauze pad. He curses at the amount of blood.

His hands are shaking. Jason’s hands don’t shake, but you’ve proven to him a lot of things you could make him do that he hadn’t known he was capable of in the last year and (almost) a half of your relationship.

Jason nearly drops the suture thread before another hand is reaching out from just behind him. It catches the thread and Jason looks back over his shoulder. Alfred’s there, moving up to you.

“Allow me. You keep checking her vitals.”

Jason hadn’t even heard him come up. He’s nodding, stepping back to let Alfred take over the stitching. He moves to the other side of the bed.

That’s when he catches sight of the dark figure moving closer from behind Alfred. Jason immediately fixes him with a deadly glare, pointing at Bruce, “Do not come closer!”

Bruce stills. He’s in his bat suit, his cowl hanging behind his head, exposing his face. He looks down to your body, “Who is she?”

Jason doesn’t want him here. Rather, he doesn’t want to be here. You should’ve been home by now. Getting ready for bed and sending him a goodnight text. He turns his gaze back to you.

There’s some hair across your face that he hadn’t noticed. He moves it out of your way without a second thought, “My girlfriend.”

“Finally feel some remorse for sending someone to their grave, Todd?” Damian’s voice spoke up, walking up and stopping beside Bruce, “He’s probably trying to just reverse what he did.”

Jason ignores him. He wants to yell, scream, and maybe shoot the little bastard, but he was right. In a way, this was his fault. He didn’t look after you. He should’ve offered you a ride. Called you a taxi. An uber. Anything.

Jason grips your hand into his. It’s a way to count your heartbeat, and another way to ground himself. To reassure that you’ll be okay. His other hand stays on your cheek. His thumb gently moves back and forth, stroking your skin.

He barely registers Bruce telling Damian to go wash up. When the brat is gone, Bruce speaks up again, “What happened?”

Jason doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “She was walking home from her friend’s. A mugger got her purse, she fought back. He stabbed her.” Jason takes a deep breath, “She still had her phone. She called me. I brought her here because it was closest.”

A beat of silence. Still stitching you up, Alfred speaks, “How come we’ve never been introduced?”

Jason shakes his head, “I didn’t want her near any of this. She’s bad off enough sticking with me.”

Once you stabilize, Jason brings you up to his room in the manor. He walks past Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph without looking at them. They sit around the batcomputer, watching Jason gently carry you out ot the cave.

He changes you out of your dirty clothes once he makes a run back to your apartment to grab you some of your own spare clothes.

Asides from that, he doesn’t leave your side.

He lets you have the bed to yourself. He pulls up a chair beside it, waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t want you to be alone when you did, in a strange place after a traumatic event. It was a recipe for disaster.

The sun’s been up for a long while and Jason hasn’t budged. He sits there, your hand gripped in both of his, held up and pressed against his mouth. His lips brush over your knuckles whenever he speaks up. Uttering a “I’m sorry.” every now and then.

There’s a light knock at the door before it’s cracking open. Jason turns his head to find Dick poking his head in. Jason glares at him.

Dick steps further in, presenting the tray he was holding. There were two glasses of water, some solid foods, and lighter ones, probably for you. Jason looked back down at you, letting his older brother enter.

“Just… figured since you’ve been cooped up in here all day,” Dick begins, setting the tray down on the beside table beside Jason.

Dick moves back around. He stands at the end of the bed, leaning against the tall bed post that was meant to hold up a canopy. “I heard…” he trails off, before nodding and your body in the bed, still unconscious, “Who is she?”

Jason looks up at his brother, not letting go of your hand, “So you haven’t heard.”

Dick rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Jason raises his brows a little. He looks back down at you. His hand reaches out to brush along your forehead, moving away imaginary stray hairs, “My girl.”

Dick nods in understanding, “How long you two been together.”

Jason pauses in thought, “Over a year. Our anniversary was in December.”

A small, choked sound comes from outside the door, in the hallway. “A year?”

Jason looks up at Dick, who makes a face that shows he’s knows he’s been caught.

“Are they seriously listening right now?”

Steph poked her head in first, an apologetic smile on her face, “We wanted to know!”

Duke pokes his head in next, just above Steph’s, “And we wanted to meet her.”

Tim’s head in next, above Duke’s, “You can’t carry a random bleeding woman into the cave and expect the family of detectives to not be curious.”

Cass’ head appears below Steph’s. She nods in agreement.

Jason let’s one hand go of yours to wave his hand through the air, “What the fuck? She’s not even awake!”

“Well that’s why we sent Dick as bait.”

“For the record,” Dick held up a finger, “They built off of my original, innocent idea of bringing you snacks.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jason stands up, taking a few steps forward. He points them all back towards the door as they start to filter into the room, “Get—“

“What’s going on…?”

Jason’s whole body whipped back around at the sound of your groggy, rough voice. The others watch as he’s back at your side in a millisecond, his whole demeanour changed. “Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s okay. Remember how I said we were going somewhere new? You thirsty, baby? Here, I got you some water.”

“Oh, you certainly did not get the water,” Dick piped up.

Jason glared back over his shoulder as he held the glass of water for you, keeping the straw Dick had added placed in your mouth.

You stopped drinking, your eyes now on the other people in the room. You turned your head, propped up against pillows Jason had put there for you. You weakly raised your left hand to wave, “Hi… oh?” your gaze turned down to your hand. A heart monitor clip sitting on your finger grabbed your attention. You gave a confused pout at it, “I feel funny.”

Jason set the water aside again. His glare was gone. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, “You’re hopped up on pain meds. That’s why, princess.”

“Damn,” Steph spoke up, “I wish I got the literal princess treatment.”

Jason turned back around, pointing out the door, “Get. Out. Leave my girlfriend alone until she’s better.”

You looked at the strangers, pointing at Jason with your left hand, “I’m his girlfriend.” Your head tilted back against the pillows as you stared up at Jason, pursing your lips, "I’m tired.”

“I know,” Jason said softly. The others began to filter out of the room as he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, this time on the lips.

From the exit, a collective, “Awwww,” sounded out.

“Out!”

Your drugged up voice came after his, once they were all back in the hall, “Nice to meet you!”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd fic #red hood #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #ask missy #cw injury #cw blood #cw knife mention #cw knife #tw knife mention #cw near death experience #tw near death experience #dc fic #dc #red hood x reader #dc x reader #missy writes

[sonnyaavce]

DP x DC prompt # 6

There’s a kid crying, a blue skinned white headed kid that was just sitting there crying his eyes out in a panic as he was covered in a very large and dark cloak that was dwarfing him… that was cute to see but, the thing wouldn’t be an issue if there weren’t for the clusterfuck of dead cultist surrounding a green ominous portal under him while the poor kiddo shed luminescent tears nonstop.

“Why is there a kid?” ‘dumb question to ask Captain but sure let’s go with that yeah?’ scoffed annoyed Constantine after eyeing the magic champion while some of the members of the Justice League finished some of the goons that were still alive and resisting, Constantine just watched in dumbfounded stupor the crying baby eldritch abomination still wailing over there.

“I’ll go check on him first” said Wonder Woman, being the first to react after finishing her part, slowly walking forward with gentle steps and humming tunes to make the small baby calm down a bit and refocus on her. Dianna never went too closer to grab the small kid, but she slowly crouched in front of him, palms out and leveling her face in a calm expression, so the kid wouldn’t freak out while she still hummed songs and cooed calming words.

The poor kid wails gradually subsided and ‘oh my god, why are those eyes way too green!’ His eyes were completely black except his irises being a bright neon green shine, his small body trembled when only small hiccups stayed, in his small crying fit the lad had ended up sucking his thumb in a desperate attempt to calm down while looking for any non-frightening competent adult and after only seeing Dianna in front of him he tried to raise his small arms towards her but immediately cried as his arms wouldn’t move at all.

“I think the little boy is injured…” said Wonder Woman, breaking the silence once all suspects were aprehended and tied down “explain what you can see Wonder Woman” chastised Batman as he tried to walk towards her to check on the small boy only to be stopped by Superman, who had his eyes shinning red as he looked at the kid “For what I can see, the small child seems to have some broken bones and some internal bleeding… also there’s seems to be a sphere in the middle of his chest?”

“The demon baby is hurt?” Constantine blurted out incredulous, Zatanna wacked him furiously for that comment “if you haven’t heard what Superman said, he said he saw a sphere so it’s not a demon John! it’s a tuttelagé you idiot!”

“How the fuck would you know that isn’t a démonos, Z?!” cussed the magician as he moved a bit back while Zatanna then moved towards Wonder Woman, with spells already healing the poor baby body “tuttelagés are known to be protective spirits of kids that died wishing to protect their loved ones, their wish is then concentrated in their chest as a sphere so to see a young one hurt like this…” Wonder Woman looks grimm at the implications while Zatanna finish healing the young spirit and allows Dianna to pick him up once he’s done healing and calmed down bit.

“Someone must have hurt his protegué so bad that his body is getting affected by it” sentenced Batman as he glared with concern at the small baby who now is now resting his head in Wonder Woman arms and falling asleep.

MEANWHILE

Danny is soo scared and hurt all around his tiny body, the wounds he had while being subjected to the examine table makes him tear up in pain while also making his chest feels funny once the weird forced summoning spell stops pulling his being into existing; green stops flooding his vision only to be meet by a dark and open space full of dead people dressed in weird costumes, so the only answer he has to this is to wail.

Because thats all he can do now, cry. He cries and cries after all what had occurred to him; he cries for his parents betrayal and rejection of his being, he cries for the cruelty they subjected him into, the torture he had to endure and almost making his core break, he cries for his friends deaths when they tried to free him from all his pain but failed.

He cries and cries until the pain into his core is unbearable because he just lost his fright, his connection to the living, his reason of being here. He’s still crying when his senses tenses the moment something changed in his surroundings, he hears fighting and grunting and something falling down and he cries harder; because he’s scared and tired and he just wants Jazz to carry him and…

There’s someone humming, nice humming, calm humming, steps coming closer and then he looks up, scared and hurt and just tired only to find a beautiful black headed and blue eyes woman dressed in a nice outfit crouching in front of him, she’s humming something to him and just looking at him with calm and such gentleness that it makes him croon at her because he feels his core sing ‘she’s nice and pretty and safeSAFEsafeSAFE’ he tries to reach out to her but his arms fell numb and ouchie and he looks up to her, in a silent plea for her so she would carry him but she’s not moving, just looking at him gently.

Until he sees another woman coming closer to them and he tenses up again, afraid and cautious, still a bit frightened by her aura but her hands are starting to glow and he immediately feels his body swaying and feeling a lot better, so he relaxes his body and let’s the pretty woman carry him so he can rest his head and nuzzle asleep.

His core sings pleased ‘I’m safe… she’s nice and safeSAFEsafeSAFE’

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc writing prompt #justice league #danny fenton #baby Danny

[suguruplsr]

idk if ur requests are open but ok toji x reader based off of this song: I LOVE YOU HOE by Odetari/9lives it just gives me major toji vibes idk how 2 explain it but i heard and just KNEW cuz yk toji a lil toxic BUT ITS OKAYY

toxic toji w/ head cannons!

✰ ✰ ✰ sweet girl. so naive and gullible. he might have to hunt you down once you get too smart.. so just play along.

જ⁀➴ my brain wrote and made this. i love that song!

,, fem!reader , toxic toji , dark content , manipulation (emotionally n’ all of that) , yandere ? , smut , brief angst n fluff , mentions of baby megumi , toji killed someone in front of you , random person hits on reader , other kinda f’ed up stuff idk how to word , not proofread.

toji who nearly got scared for the first time when you said you wanted a break. a break from him. but admittedly, he was more surprised than scared, you were seriously going to leave him? he stopped spending all of his money on betting and started saving just so he could provide more just for you. he even decided on keeping megumi because you liked the baby so much. maybe because his heart also warmed whenever he’d hear you sweetly talking to the babbling thing in the next room, sitting beside his crib and sticking a finger or two between the wooden walls for megumi to grip onto loosely. a sight he enjoys seeing every morning.

now, toji doesn’t consider himself a desperate man, but after finding out that, within your little two week break, you ended up talking to another man. which you weren’t, in that context, the kind guy just wanted your number, to which you quickly declined. and he got a bit.. pushy, too much for toji’s liking. and you appreciate it but maybe not enough? you didn’t immediately cling back to him again, and you only talked to him to see the cute baby that was usually attached to his hip, and to occasionally check up on him.

so can you really blame toji when he decided to remind you that you were the only person who knows of his job? that you were the only person who knew of the blood he spilled, of the capabilities he had that could end your life. not that he ever would. him killing someone in front of you was enough. it was enough to have you back in his house, back by his side, back to him. and to think toji almost thought of taking a step further when you weren’t as shook as he, just about, wishes you were. however, your initial reaction before knowing it was him made his dick twitch, it’s so funny, how you tried to just act more so.. bothered by the blood, and not questioning his excuse of, “right time, wrong place.”

and as an apology, toji makes sure you get fucked thoroughly that night. in his bed. he didn’t mean to paint your front door in blood. poor girl.

“didn’t mean ta make you see such a thing pretty.” toji groans, hands clutching your waist as he guides you down on his cock, watching the way you bit your wet lip in anticipation, nail’s digging into his shoulder as he lets you go and you fall onto his lap with a loud sound of the slap of your flesh meeting, taking in his girth in your pussy with ease. the pain was brief, and you felt so full, legs shaking over his thighs as you try to say something, only able to think about how he stretched you out. why did you ever leave him?

“s’okayyyy, i— fuck. i don’t mind.. just promise to clean it up tomorrow, ngh, please?” you’re so cute, trying to only think of the gruesome view earlier as a normal thing. but toji had seen it, the fear that had flashed through your eyes at first, fear that even stayed with your eyes that lingered on him after realizing who was the reason of the sorcerers death. just thinking about it makes him want to spurt a fat load into your pussy, holding you tightly as he slowly helps you ride his cock. “mmm yea? of course i will, gotta take care my princess right?” and you think he meant that literally, considering he fucked you so good you were hella cock drunk in the morning, getting mad when he tried to leave early. but he had to clean up his mess right? so don’t get too worried. he’s filled with excitement after realizing he’s got you back.

toxic toji! who just needs to go to some extra measures after someone’s shamelessly hitting on you at the store. does the poor guy really not see him behind you, trying, to read the contents of food before picking it out? something he never does. he’s just thinking about the 563 ways he could kill that man, wait! he just thought of another!

so he wraps his larger arm around your waist, giving a small peck on your cheek as he whispers something about “getting home before megumi wakes up” but toji’s staring dead into the guys eyes, maybe he should find out if hes on someone’s hit list. of course he’d gladly kill him without getting paid but if he does get some cash in his pocket, then at least he’d have a reason to not gain your look of disappointment..

toxic toji! who always keeps you stable. he never asked for you stay with him but there’s so many signs of you within his house. from another toothbrush to new fluffy blankets. or the extra cups on counters, or the freshly baked cookies that wait to be eaten by you, him, and little gumi. he buys you new clothes that stay in his closet, which he never minded. it was kinda endearing watching you rearrange his closet after asking, perfectly sectioning each others clothes. he loves walking in and seeing the contrasting colors.

but as adorable as it is, toji doesn’t mind making it a mission to remind you that he’s the one keeping you together whenever you get out of hand too much. the only thing he wouldn’t bring up, is anything relating to trauma you’ve experienced. he’s not that bad of a guy. but whenever you try stepping out the car, angry and upset, he doesn’t hesitate to list out every reason why you should get back in, driving nice and slow beside you. toji starts from the most basic things, “it’s late.” or “a pretty woman like you needs protection.” to “i’m the one driving. get in or else no ones finding ya.” or “y’know gumi’s gonna be sad without his mommy.. don’t want to do that to the kid, right?” because no one has the amount of patience to put up with you like he does. so just ignore the way his lips curl in amusement and how comfortable his hand feels on your thigh when you get back in. good girl.

toxic toji! who swears to himself it’s wrong to use his son as a gateway to your heart but it just makes the process so easy. he even convinces himself that it’s okay, children come first right? and he would hate for his child to lose his mother figure. and toji would hate to lose the woman he loves. so he’s bringing up megumi in everything, slowly changing the conversation to his favor so he can slide in the fact that, “the kid’s sleepin’. just get in bed and we’ll talk in the morning.” and you don’t talk it out, never. it weighs in your heart two hours tops before baby megumi is in your arms and you’re feeding him small little fruits. taking small glances at toji who looks at you two warmly and it makes your heart burn in affection because he’s not usually like this.

with the help of a few friends you talk it out with, and who have suddenly stopped talking to you after a while. sometimes the blaring signs of his actions are just so apparent you try to tell yourself that you’re simply staying for megumi. but you’ve only fallen deeper into toji’s words. he’s the one who’s made you think that way, so even if everything else fails, there’s always megumi. the child you both love. whose sadly a weapon that’s always on toji’s tongue. but even when you think it’s only megumi you’re thinking about, you find yourself reluctantly cutting carrots for toji because even with his job, the fruit looks so fucking uneven when he cuts it. yea, it’s just bothering you is all. just like how he puts the wrong settings for his washer, can he really complain about his sweaters when he didn’t set it to delicate? but you’re just so pissed at his inability to do simple things that you don’t realize how whipped he is. a smile tugging his lips when you gently take the knife out his hands. or force him out of his sweater to put it in your next load of clothes. no, he never did any of that on purpose. he just didn’t have his daily dose of you, to hear in his head how you’d scold him on certain things.

it’s a shame, you don’t realize what you’re getting into the second he’s on his knees with a box open on the palm of his hand. you don’t realize what you’ve done to that man..

#jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x you #toji x you #toji smut #jjk toji #dilf toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #dark content #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen smut #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro

[weirdplutoprince]

Cat now you have to share your favorite vilainess isekais the people need to know

GOD ok hmmmmm. In no particular order but here are my favourites and its strongest qualities:

Beware of the villainess

Pros: Very funny, sympathetic to original female lead and villainess alike. Very self aware and critical of common tropes of the genre, specially regarding shitty male leads. Rare example of non subservient maid as well. Can't miss it with this one.

Cons: Male lead is boring and a bit annoyingly protective. I wish it was yuri. At least he's pathetic so there is that. Only character of colour is an agressive werewolf iirc so not great.

2. Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess

Pros: Condemns shitty male leads, very sympathetic to the original villainess. Very cathartic in the 'shaming your abusive family' way. Good kind of pain and suffering. I find it very satisfying.

Cons: I don't like any of the male leads. Theres a yandere-esque guy, which is game ending for me but maybe not for you so, eh.

3. Milady just wants to relax

Pros: Very satisfying and pleasant to read. She's fairly self sufficient at the start, and it avoids having the guys constantly rescue her. It's been a while so I dont rememeber details, but I gave it a high grade. Male leads have very fun furry designs.

Cons: Male leads have very lame human designs. They start doing annoying things like picking her up randomly later on. I dont know how it ends.

4. The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

Pros: Great revenge story. Main character is actually a villainess and gets to do shady, fucked up things. I don't hate the male lead. I personally find her very cute and I like inherent tragedy of her relationship with her evil ass sister.

Cons: I dont have a problem with that personally but her revenge has basically no bad consequences for her so dont expect this kind of depth. Still think its cool.

5. I Became the Stepmother of An Irrevocable Dark Family

Pros: This one is kinda mid actually and I only read the novel BUT it has my favourite mother and child relationship in these. I found the kid genuinely very cute and endearing.

Cons: The guy is a fucking idiot and it has one of the most convoluted, stupid isekai reasons I have ever seen to justify that.

6. I want to be you, Just for a day

Pros: Focused on the female lead and villainess and their deeply complicated relationship. Sympathetic to both of them and actually bothers with their feelings and struggles inherent to their positions. Revenge story. Very intense but cool.

Cons: Really dark in terms of abuse, violence etc. I don't know if the shitty male lead guy is end game or not so beware.

I like some others but they're not villainesses or at more mid so. There you go.

#asks #falando #isekai posting #shoujo posting #recs

[mavrintarou]

[12:32 P M] - Haitani Ran

I'm sorry for ghosting you all, I have been having the hardest time trying to break out of my writers block for the two on-going stories. So, here's what has been occupying in my head rent free - Haitani Ran.

Warning: 18+ mentions of gunshot wound; Ran being Ran; soft Ran; smut; protected to unprotected sex(oops); mentions of pregnancy; mentions of Shinichiro's death Note: nothing edited. I've been caught up in some Ran stories and couldn't get this off. I promise I have not abandoned the other two stories!

Second part

Haitani Ran knew he was in love with Y/l Y/n the moment she hovered over him, pressing her small hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding.

He got shot; he fucken got shot at.

Having experienced gunshot wounds in the past, he had encountered moments of peril. Yet, as he glanced up and beheld an angelic figure hovering above him, a profound sense of certainty gripped him. Ran thought this was it; his sins had finally caught up to him, and this beautiful angel was here to take him away; if she were the one taking him to hell, he would gladly go.

Or was she taking him to heaven?

Especially when she ripped off her shirt, only wearing her black tank top, and used the material to press down on his shoulder. The pain he felt earlier is gone as his eyes gaze at her cleavage exposed to him.

Would she grant him one last wish? To allow him to smush his face against her tits?

Ran had a smile on his face, his mind floating away in his imagination. Amid the moment, he feels his blood rushing down south.

“Hey.” The angel speaks, or was it the grim reaper? She hovers over him, her lengthy hair hanging, making her look even more exquisite. “Stay with me.”

His eyes slowly droop, “you’re so beautiful…” and he reaches a hand to touch her face. His blood accidentally smeared against her cheek, and he drops his hand, “sorry, love….”

“You’re fine… just stay with me here… I’ll get you fixed up, and you’ll be good as new again… what’s your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” he grins at her cute and confused look, “but you can call me… daddy.” He lets out a chuckle when her lips curve into a smile. Did she like that?

Hell, if he hasn’t already accepted death, he would gladly welcome death in exchange if she called him daddy.

She smiled, shaking her head at his delirious nonsense, “you’re funny even as you’re bleeding to death, aren’t you? I think we will be great friends.”

She looked away before he could reply, his mouth lagging with this stupid, careless gunshot wound. He wanted badly to grab her chin, to keep her eyes only on him. Only on him, but he couldn’t feel his hands anymore; they were so heavy. She asked someone nearby what his name was.

“Ran,” her angelic voice calls his sweet and heavenly name. Would it still sound the same when he’s buried deep inside her, filling her up?

Goodness, he wanted to fuck her right here, have her ride him to his death.

He wanted to cum so badly – cum inside of her.

She looks like she would be a perfect mom for his baby. He could knock her up and leave his heir behind…

Leave his legacy behind.

He’d accept that.

“Ran, what’s your favorite color?”

He closes his eyes and hums, “lilac….”

“How old are you?”

“However old you want me to be….” He had a gut feeling she was older than him. She was too perfect to be his age or younger.

She looks so mature… so ripe… so beautiful.

Since puberty, Ran has known and has always been attracted to older women. They were just better… they were his cup of tea.

She mumbled something he couldn’t hear or understand. He was getting tired, eyes slowly drooping closed.

“Is he all right?” He heard a male voice ask.

Mikey?

“Yeah, he’ll be all right.” His angel answered.

Sleep was slowly taking over, and he didn’t want her to disappear the next time he opened his eyes.

With every ounce of energy he had left, his hands reached up and cupped her breasts, filling his large palms and giving them a handful squeeze.

Satisfaction and happiness were written all over his face.

“Ran,” Mikey’s voice is dangerously low, “I don’t care that you’re hurt… get your fucken hands off my sister-in-law right now. ”

The last of his juice power depleted at the three words, sister-in-law?

. .

Ran hasn’t felt embarrassed in a long time.

When he made his recovery and remembered what happened…

He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to dig up a hole and hide in it.

Especially when the angel he remembers was staring at him with a smile that made his cock hard as a rock the moment he woke up.

Mikey introduced her to the team a few days later. The annoyance on his face was clear as day as everyone gawked at her.

It was rare to see a woman on the team.

Y/n is dangerously beautiful.

He was one of the many gawking at her from the side.

He was still flabbergasted that she saved his life.

He owed her his now.

With that, Mikey made it very clear that she was off limit, shooting a silent glare at Ran specifically.

Mikey announced, “she is someone important to me. That means she is someone important to Bonten. Protect her with your life.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo might be number two, but Y/n was number one-and-a-half.

She was the fiancée of his late brother, Sano Shinichiro. They had planned to wed a month from the day he died precisely. Y/n remained part of the Sano family regardless, and Mikey was not going to discard her, and he had no intention to when she was the only remaining family member left after Emma’s death.

She was the older sister he never had.

Ran knew nothing of her existence.

Sure enough, the reason for that was that she had been overseas working as a medical doctor and had only returned at Mikey’s request.

She will be the doctor for the executive members.

Ran wanted to have a physical examination at this moment.

. .

If Ran couldn’t have her…

Well… he had no choice but to keep himself distracted from her.

But he couldn’t.

He only came to the main house for executive meetings. Every executive member had their own room, but no one wanted to stay there since it was hidden in the mountains, away from their work or territory. Like most other executive members, Ran had his own condo and sanctuary when he needed a mental, physical, and emotional break from reality.

But lately, he’s been finding himself at the main house.

Because that’s where Y/n was staying.

He had only discovered she was staying there alone after a last-minute visit to the main house. It was either the Gods testing him or on his side. He was on that side of town, and it was late; he figured he would crash for the night and return to work in the morning.

He honestly had no idea she was staying at the main house until he walked in, and the smell of delicious food hit his nostrils.

Y/n had her back towards him, humming at the stove, and for a second there, his life flashed…

Ran imagined how coming home to a wife making dinner would be.

Loud music was blasting, and she had not heard or felt his presence until her instincts kicked in and she turned around; her eyes widened when she found someone standing behind her, only to smile immediately when it was just him.

She greeted him with a smile, making his cock twitch. “Just in time, come eat.”

Ran learned that she spent her day caring for the house and contemplated picking up a part-time job, but there was nothing nearby that she could work at. She also needed a position where she could immediately step away to tend to a situation.

“Mikey won’t let me leave unless I have a bodyguard.” She chugged her beer, something he found extremely sexy.

“You can come to stay with me? I have extra rooms.” He leaned back against his chair only because his pants were getting too tight. He would have to sit for a bit longer until his cock settled down. He sees the lightbulb in her head go off; she is considering it.

Was it a good idea?

That meant he would have a more challenging time controlling himself. That also meant he would have to be quieter and not moan her name loudly when jerking himself off in the shower.

“I might have to consider that,” she smiles, “but I don’t want to bother you. I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to be able to get a place under my name since I gave up my Japanese citizenship.”

“You can stay with me however long you want.”

He came practically every night, having dinner with her.

Just the two of them.

Every night.

It was hard to leave, especially when he discovered that her room was right next to his; they were the only two on the left wing of the house.

They would say goodnight and good morning to each other.

Ran was finding himself falling harder each day and night.

She would cook and clean, keeping herself occupied, and he swears by the Gods above that her face lights up when he enters the house.

Of course, it was only short-lived until everyone started returning because it meant a home cook meal from Y/n. It became a routine that every Sunday, it was a fucken family-executive dinner.

Y/n was the mother hen of the house, cooking and cleaning and taking care of everyone, and it was pissing Ran off that everyone intruded on his private time with her.

The conversation of her moving in with him was swept under the rug; he didn’t know if it would happen anymore.

He walks out of the shower, wraps a towel around his hips, and leaves the bathroom when another body collides with him.

His arms instantly wrapped around the small body, steadying them; instantly, he knew it was Y/n. She was the only other person on this side of the house.

Ran indulged himself, even if it was two seconds – he got to hold her, and she felt wonderful in his arms.

She was small, a head shorter than him, and he wanted to devour her.

She gasped, and he looked down at her, confused, and that’s when he realized his towel had slipped, pooling at his ankles.

His cock was still hard even after he’s jerked off. “Fuck…”

Y/n looks up at him, cheeks pinkish, “Ran….”

Ran cups her face, no longer caring. “Please Y/n… let me kiss you…” he never felt so desperate before.

His eyes widen when she cups his face, pulling him down to meet her halfway; her lips press against him in a soft kiss before she pulls away slightly.

“Satisfied?”

He blinks, dumbfounded. “Again – do it again… I wasn’t – ready.”

She pushes herself onto the tip of her toes and kisses him again, this time deeply.

His hands drop from her face, and he holds her waist, pulling her against his body. He takes the invitation when her mouth opens and slips his tongue to dance with hers.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, mouth moving hungrily over his.

“Ran,” she breathes, breaking the kiss, but he shifts his mouth to her jaw, nipping and kissing down to her throat. “We…”

He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. Or tell him this was a mistake; he’ll do anything to convince her that this is right and worth it.

“Bed – bedroom…” she utters when he nips the spot along her neck, where he feels her pulse beating fast like his.

Abandoning the towel, he lifts her easily, making her wrap her legs around his torso as he carries her across the hall to his room.

He sets her back on her feet; his forehead pressed against hers. He finally catches his breath, “you… sure this is what you want?” One hand touches her cheek, thumb rubbing her lower lip.

Her eyes are wavering, and he panics – if she had second thoughts, he would let her go.

It’ll kill him, but he’ll let her go.

She tilted her head towards him until the tip of their nose touched, and she closed her eyes, whispering softly, “Ran… I haven’t – I haven’t done this since Shin… I haven’t wanted anyone but him, but… God help me… I want you so fucken bad.” Her eyes open, looking at him straight in the eyes, “I want you, Ran, or so tell me to leave now….”

His lips curve into a smile; he reaches behind him and twists the lock on the doorknob. “You’re fucken crazy if you think I’ll tell you to leave; I was going to tell you to tell me to leave.”

He backs her towards his bed, grabbing the ends of her shirt and pulling it off.

“But this is your room.”

She was moving back when he stopped, seeing her naked underneath her shirt. She smirked at him and proceeded to push her shorts down her legs.

Y/n stood completely naked six feet away from him, waiting for him. “I hope you weren’t expecting a supermodel body….”

Two strides and Ran closed the distance between them; his mouth met hers to kiss her stupid – for thinking and assuming the worst of herself.

He pushes her down onto his bed, pushing her legs so he can settle in between. “I’ll show you,” he says between kisses, “your body here is what I’ve been dying to taste… to have… and,” he nips her lower lip, earning a whimper from her. His cock jolted; he couldn’t wait to hear her whimper when he finally fucks her. “I never expected you to have a supermodel body.”

Ran pushes himself onto his knees, admiring her glorious naked body that will be beneath him shortly.

But first, he palms her tits, groaning at the feeling of skin-to-skin.

At last, doing what he wanted to do the first time he met her, he smoother his face against her chest.

Her soft giggles were new to his ears, and he loved it.

“I wanted to do this the first time I met you,” he says, pressing both mounds against his face before taking a puckered nipple into his mouth. He teased the sensitive nipple before releasing it and doing the same for the other side.

“Ran,” Y/n moans, “enough… I want you.”

He would have to wait a bit to pay ultimate attention to her tits later; now, he needed to be inside of her.

“Condom…” he mumbled out loud. He really didn’t want to leave between her legs but rolled away to the draw by his bed, blindly fumbling around until he found one. He frowns when she moves from where he left her to find her in the middle of his bed. Crawling towards her, he used his teeth to tear the packet, pulling the condom out to roll it on his aching cock.

He resettles himself between her legs. “I’ll try… to go easy.”

He watched her hands rub along her slit and circle her clit. “I’m not fragile, Ran.”

He groans, “don’t – don’t say that. I don’t want to scare you away…” he rubs the tip of his cock against her slits, “if you can’t tell, Y/n, this isn’t going to be a one-time thing… I probably should have told you that but too late now. No turning back.” He slips the bulbous head past her folds, feeling the tightness. “Relax, baby…”

Ran didn’t know if she liked those endearing names, but he didn’t just say it to anyone.

He kept his eyes on her; this was about her. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenching down on her lower lip. He was about to stop pushing, not even making past the entrance of her divine walls, when she widened her legs, pushing her pelvis towards him.

Ran fell onto one elbow when the tip of his cock came in contact with her soft, warm walls. He was going to nut into the condom any second now before he could even fit his whole cock in.

“More,” she whispers, “more, Ran.”

He sheaths his entire length inside her until he can go no further. Her chest arches off the bed, and he takes this moment to allow her to adjust.

There are many things Ran takes pride in; one of them is the size of his cock. He knows he’s big. Large. Top of the line.

And he knew how to use it well too.

He rolls his hips slowly, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

Her legs shift alongside his torso, accepting him deeper. “Ran… Ran, you feel so good….”

His pace quickens, and he drops his weight onto her, caging her in and beneath him.

Forever, if he had it his way.

Fuck, he wasn’t ever going to have enough.

Y/n cups his face, bringing his mouth to hers in a soft kiss.

His hips pounded into her, lewd skin-on-skin slapping echo his room with their noise.

Ran has never had such an intimate kind of sex before. It was always a fuck. Just sex.

He sounded crazy and knows he’s crazy… but this was more than just sex.

“Fuck… this is so good… so fucken good…”

Y/n nods her head, a moan echoing off her lips. “Ran… I’m so close….”

“Me too, baby….” One hand reaches between their bodies, and he rubs her sensitive nub, bringing her to the peak. “Cum, Y/n, cum for me baby…”

Her nails dig into his biceps, body shuddering in bliss. “Ran!”

Ran snaps his hips hard twice before stilling, shaking in his release. He groans her name hotly into her ear, squishing her to the mattress.

Her breath fans his ear, and he quivers again when he feels her hands feathering down his back.

Immediately, he lifts his weight off her so he’s not squishing her. “Sorry…” he shifts onto one elbow, running a hand through his hair.

He’s at a loss for words.

Usually, he leaves for the bathroom and cleans up, which is the cue for the woman to leave.

But he doesn’t want her to leave, let alone he doesn’t want to pull out yet.

Ran blushes at her gaze on him, “I hope… you’re okay.”

Her finger traces the Bonten insignia tattoo on his neck, then the tattoo on his shoulder and chest. “It was phenomenal, Ran.”

His heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Ran,” she pulls him back, “I… I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” he sits back and then gets distracted by seeing them intimately connected.

And he feels his cock twitch.

He didn’t want to pull out.

“I promise… I’ll come back.” She assures with a smile.

How was she so perfect?

“Sorry…” he mutters, slowly withdrawing. He groans when he pulls out completely, instantly missing the tightness of her walls.

“Oh,” Y/n whispered, shifting herself onto her elbows, distracted.

They were both looking at the mess they made.

A real mess.

The condom… broke… torn as the tip of his cock was fully exposed.

His eyes shift to her wet pussy, and he swallows the lump in his throat at the sight of his cum oozing out.

Internally, a wave of panic surged through him. It wasn’t solely due to the intimate connection they had just shared but rather his apprehension about how she would respond. However, her laughter abruptly snapped him out of his daze; he found himself gazing at her, a perplexed expression adorning his face.

“Don’t worry; I’ll get the pill later.” She sits up and wraps a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant, though?”

. . .

Tag: I know this isn't your usual Haikyuu... but I'm going to tag you anyways cause I miss ya'll.

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[hauntedfoxhut]

Insomniac!Miles Morales x streamer!F!reader

Pronouns: She/her

You as a simple streamer meet the cutest boy in Brooklyn, Miles Morales son of Rio Morales and Jeff Davis, you had meet a couple of times, randomly bumping on the street, neighborhood parties and once time in particular when you found him with a black eye and a bloody nose, so you helped him, after that you became great friends, but you started to fall for him.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any writing mistake, hope you enjoy this one shot🫶🏻

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood citation, curse words and mention of death

The rest is pure romance

Dialogue colors

Y/N-blue

Miles-red

NY City, Brooklin, Y/N apartment, 02:30am

The live was doing great, I decided to play the sims, a simple challenge, now I just got 4 more subscribers, that really helps a lot, they literally pay my bills, I was planning to cook the dinner but I just decide to buy some sushi, I drank a dr. Pepper, totally healthy.

“ Well guys, thank you for your time, today we ended a bit late but I hope you all enjoyed the live, I’ll cut and post on YouTube for those who missed some parts, bye bye see you next live” I send a kiss to the webcam, and then… it’s over, I needed to stop that live, staying awake till late it’s not good, drinking monster all day, eating junk food, when was the last time that I felt the sunlight, I’m living a bat…

*knock…knock…*

“What the fuck??” I spin the gamer chair to the window, I saw Miles, i get up and open the window for him, the cold wind from the winter entered your bedroom giving you chills.

“Hey mami how you doing?” He hugs you tight, lifting you up and taking your feet off the ground, he simply ignored the cold wind coming from the outside, “Mileees the window!!” “Sorry Y/N” he instantly let your feet reach the ground again and turned back to close that window closing the curtains too, when you focused on his face his nose was bleeding and his right cheek was red almost purple, and he realized that you noticed, he just hide his face under his hands.

“Again Miles? Really? How? What’s the story for today?” “I… got into a fight, with a jock but I…” “I got punched and I fell downstairs, same story from last week so don’t lie to me” “can we just ignore this” he points to his face “ I came here just to forget about all that stuff”

He just lay on my bed, taking deep breaths, he’s been passing through a hard time after loosing his father, getting into fights in school, moving to Harlem now all we got is a couple of hours together once or twice a week, I seat near to him, putting my hand on his head, I start to caress his hair, which was very short making he looks so cute. “You know that you can always count with me right? I’m here for you, ever since the day that we bumped near to the Central Park because I was running to get that dog” “I remember that you started crying because the dog stole your bracelet, was funny” he chuckles “No it wasn’t! I was so sad that day and that dog just made it worse” “I miss you, a lot, all that shit that’s been happening is making me mad, I’m sorry for leaving you, I just couldn’t leave my mom alone”

His eyes, are just like a window to his soul in pain, pure sorrow, I lay on his side holding him to cuddle, my heart beating faster, being near to him like this is good but it still make me blush, “I wish I could have you near me, now I’m feeling lonely at Harlem, you can spend a week there, my mom wouldn’t mind” “Miles i would love it… but…” “but ?” “ never mind haha, I’m free next week, I would love to spend the week with you”

He hug me back and now we’re laying face to face, I only can stare at his lips and same for Miles he just been staring my lips for almost 2 minutes straight, his hand holding my cheek, he looks so hypnotizing, I’m lost in his face, I can only feel his hand is on my cheek, now he’s approaching, so close, so so close, he kiss me, a soft and simple kiss but very meaningful, I just kiss him back, the butterflies on my stomach, “can I stay? It’s too late and I miss you so much” his puppy eyes, staring at me, I can’t resist, “of course you can” “can I sleep with you?” That question caught me off guard, now im the one who hide the face under my hands but his hand that’s on my cheeks try to take my hands off, “c’mon it’s not the first time that we slept together, why are you so awkward about it?” When your face is not covered anymore you can see a slight blush in his cheeks, “I just… like you, that’s why I came here, I was planning to text you but that would be so dishonest, I needed to do it face to face” “Miles just shut up” I instantly kiss him, softly holding his cheeks that are a bit warm, at first he got shocked but one second later he just kiss me back.

We stopped the kiss because we needed to breath, now his hands are around my hips, making imaginary circles with the fingers, “so mister Morales, may you please let me get up so I can get a blanket for us?” “Of course you can my pretty girlfriend” “girlfriend?” I can’t hide that little smile in my face, I’m feeling so happy right now, but I still tired needing to sleep, so yeah, I just loved the idea of sleeping with him. “Yup, girlfriend, or do you want a nickname like, mi vida, cariño, Hermosa, honey, you can choose.” I yawned feeling my eyes getting heavier, “can I choose one later I just want to sleep right now…. Get the blanket please” I can badly keep my eyes open, he kiss my forehead and leave the bed to get the huge blanket in the closet, he come back to the bed and when he realized you’re sleeping, a little shrunk because of the cold, but tight on sight he covered you with warm blanket and sneaking to sleep with you.

That night you sleep so well after almost a week of bad sleep, he made me relax, holding my body with his big hands and long arms, making me fell safe, now that I’m dating him I already have everything that I need, but now I’ll have to move to the Harlem to live near to him.

Translations

Mi vida- my life

Cariño- dear

Hermosa -beautiful

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[laurencher]

Dosia 3, 6, 7 (as in, other children younger than him), 9, 12, 17, 18, 26, 28, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34, 42, 44, 49 teeheeee

Thanks for the asks @dullard, here you are!

3. Dosia is a very optimistic young man who always tries to look at the world in a positive way and not to give up. He keeps repeating the same thought: "I have no right to say that my life is terrible. I have a roof over my head, loved ones who care about me and goals for the future. Why should I be unhappy. Life is beautiful!" However, Dosia is unable to express his emotions normally. He is used to hiding all his insecurities, fears and pain behind a wide smile, he finds it hard to openly express his emotions even in the presence of his own owl mom/big sister. It's easier for him to accumulate it all inside until his guts are shattered.

6. His...huge... EARS. Sometimes he wishes he could get rid of them. He hates it when someone pulls on his ears, it's a very sensitive body part.

7. To be honest... Dosia is very afraid of children. He doesn't have hatred for them, but he feels like a fish out of water around them. But he would never hurt a child.

9. Fear of death

12. When people judge him by his looks.

He is a small fluffy cute harmless ecaflip, yes yes yes yes, but don't be surprised if he abruptly claws at your neck or strikes you with all his mighty hind legs

15. He chews on his paw when he sleeps...and he is a sleepwalker. Ro (his owl guardian) has gotten used to what he sometimes does in this state. Sometimes it's very funny and sometimes it's pretty scary. But it has become a kind of habitual action.

17. I think it is his unbreakable optimism and hope for a bright future, despite all the hardships and problems

18. His owl guardian (mom, big sister) Fukuro. They keep each other alive.  They love each other very much, even though they are always bully each other (it's their thing, only the person who loves you the most can lovingly tell you: "Dosia, you're an ecaflip asshole" or "Ro, if you stay up all night again, I'll pull your feathers out and make earrings out of them GO TO SLEEP FOR FUCK'S SAKE").

26. Cheerfulness, goal-orientedness and cyclothymic disorder.

28. Anger. He is incapable of experiencing anger in the usual sense. Every time he encounters it, instead of irritation and aggression, he starts crying...and he hates to cry, but he can't do it any other way.

29. Ro, their new shared home (their small village and its inhabitants) and his book collection (he dreams of learning to write one day too)

30. His anxiety, insecurities and many fears. And also that he slept together with Ro in the same bed even after he stopped being a little bow meow

32. He doesn't want to think about it too much, it's painful memories for him (the death of his parents, wandering around the world looking for a new home). And it's never going to happen again anyway, right? Why think about it...

33. Friendliness, sociability, empathy

34. He constantly puts up with everything and tries to hide his problems (this brings discomfort not only to him, but also to his loved ones who worry about him). Dosia also gets jealous of his owl mom quite often and worries that others might hurt her. And...he has problems with personal hygiene (if he had a cat mom he could teach it properly, but his foster mom is an owl).

42. His looks, his high baby voice...and the fact that in his opinion he has become an disabling burden for Ro (he hates himself for it, seriously)

44. Fear... Fear of losing Ro. Fear that HIS life will end abruptly and Ro will have to live with it. Long story short, fear of death in any form.

49. He is proud that he is old enough to make his own life, to take care of himself and to be able to help Ro with whatever he can. Ro is the village chief and Dosia is happy to be her right-hand man.

*it's me after the end of writing this post*

#wakfu #waven #wakfu oc #my ocs

[maliciouslove]

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, aged up characters (21+)

pairing // ghost!Baji Keisuke x medium!reader x Chifuyu Matsuno

summary // after his death Baji finds himself stuck in the realm of the living. he’s firmly decided to cockblock his best friend Chifuyu, that is until he decides to seek the help of a medium to figure out what the heck is happening.

alternatively: a threesome with a ghost????

word count // 7k 

tags // supernatural, inaccurate representation of a medium, light swearing, angst?, questionably happy ending?, threesome, oral (both m! and f! receiving), spitroasting, anal, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, spit, praise, multiple pet names (princess, kitten, good girl, pretty girl, etc.), not choking but gentle throat holding (idk), throat fucking, there is some baji x fuyu action, feelings

AN // hello people of the internet, I'm finally reposting my fics! hence why, if this fic seems familiar—do not be alarmed, it was first posted on my old blog :] posting this one first because it is the first one that I was actually really proud of, and because I'm still feral for baji. you can also find it here on ao3. cute mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

What’s a spirit stuck in the realm of the living to do with all their free time? 

Take care of their friends, obviously. 

Baji Keisuke left the world of the living far too young. He wasn’t ready to leave, nor was he ready for the realization that he never really left. One moment there was darkness, and the next… he could see his own body, pale and bloodied, cradled by a crying Chifuyu. 

Dying was painful, but seeing this hurt more. 

Baji’s never been one to dwell too long on things; he kind of just accepted his new reality—he was a ghost. Stuck with his appearance as a 19 year old, he existed outside of everybody’s field of perception. Outside of anyone’s knowledge. 

So the best that he could do was to at least stay close to the ones he loved. To watch them from afar despite the fact that he was sitting right next to them. 

He’d watch over his mom: observe as she always left his favorite food by the altar each night. Watch as she flipped through old albums, smiling at his baby pictures. He’d listen to her talk to herself, sometimes even to him. He always found that rather funny, that she’d just randomly start talking to him, telling him all about her day, and finish off with a little “you’re not even here, are you?” as she smiles fondly at another old picture. 

He wished he could tell her, let her know. Hey mom, I’m right here! He’s tried many times, and each attempt ended with failure as his hands simply passed through her. 

Aside from keeping an eye out for his mother, he also took the time to check in on his friends. While his mother was more active during the day, his friends were more lively at night. He always felt relieved that, while a lot of things changed after his death, at least they didn’t spiral out of control. At least nobody left. At least nobody else got hurt. 

The two people he’d check on the most were Mikey, the leader of Toman and his childhood friend, and Chifuyu, his ex vice-captain and best friend. 

He followed Mikey around for a year, concerned about his mental state and the people he surrounded himself with, but luckily the rest of the gang were still there to take care of it. It was kind of nice to see Mikey finally admit he needs help, to admit he isn’t as invincible as everybody believed he was. So on that end, Baji was satisfied—he no longer felt the need to follow his every move. Mikey was in safe hands. And so were the rest of the gang—they’d all stick together through thick and thin and he loved that about them. 

But then there was the issue of Chifuyu. While his mental state was a tad more stable than Mikey’s (even though he did cry his eyes out for three months straight) and his physical strength and fighting ability were reassuring, Fuyu was always a little… lost. 

Having never been able to read people well, except for maybe Baji, Chifuyu was sometimes taken advantage of. While he may act tough, Baji knew he was kind and helpful, always giving too much of himself to others.

It was about 2 years after Baji’s death that Fuyu got into dating again, if you could even call it that. The green eyed boy was no longer blonde—instead his hair was now black (like Baji’s) and slicked back. He was a little taller, a little more muscle than before. He looked like a child no more, yet he still acted like a child sometimes, so how could Keisuke not worry about him?

The first girl Chifuyu ever decided to go out with was bad news, and Baji knew it at first glance. A stuck up, shallow, arrogant little girl that lived off of daddy’s money. Baji never wrapped his head around why she was interested in Fuyu, nor why he gave her the time of day, but the fact of the matter was that Baji didn’t like it. 

Oh, he hated her with a burning passion. Every time Chifuyu's phone would light up with her name on the caller ID, Baji would get so pissed that the room temperature would drop by five degrees. Every time she wraps her hands around Chifuyu’s neck Baji would glare at her so hard it would make the lights in the room flicker. 

His dissatisfaction with this girl grew more and more over time, and with each passing day he could notice the little things his anger caused. So he experimented with it, he focused his anger on objects, rather than dispersing it all around him, and it worked! He could move objects, little by little, and he could fuck with the lights and heating if he wanted to. 

So at some point, Baji became obsessed with chasing off girls he didn’t approve of. Under the pretense that his friend deserves better of course. He later dropped that pretense and faced the hard cold truth—if I can’t get my dick wet, neither can Fuyu. 

He’d scare off girl after girl by making objects rattle every time his best friend has his arm draped around a girl’s shoulder, swinging doors open left and right if they’re about to kiss, turning the lights on and off whenever things get spicier. It was all fun and games for the bored ghost boy, but Chifuyu was getting desperate. 

It’d been too long since he’d had a nice warm cunt wrapped around his cock. Too fucking long. And what the fuck was up with his house? He’d never been one to believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, but the weird shit was starting to get to him. 

So, incredibly desperate now, Chifuyu decided to seek help. What kind of help he wasn’t really sure, but he was angrily typing away at his laptop, trying to find exorcists or mediums or anyone who could fucking explain what the hell was happening under his roof.

The first two he had invited over were complete fakes: telling him they sensed a presence of some sort, chanting shit in a different language that Chifuyu could only presume to be Latin. They both said his house was “cleansed” now, but alas not even a week later when he had another girl ever in his apartment, the exact same things happened. 

He was losing hope until he got a ping on his phone, a reply from someone under one of his posts asking for help.

“Hey, I saw your post online that you’re experiencing some... Supernatural occurrences at home. I was wondering if I could maybe take a look myself? Free of charge if I find nothing and am unable to help you, of course.” 

He stared at his phone long and hard. Most people who answered his plea for help online started their conversation with their payment rate first, explicitly saying “no refunds,” but this person was offering help free of charge provided they are unable to help? That was new. Refreshing. Plus the idea of not paying was very appealing to him so he had nothing to lose—he immediately typed up a response, making an appointment with this medium and giving them his home address. 

And without a doubt, the following day at 6pm there’s a timid knock on his front door. He saunters over and opens the door to be greeted by the most blinding smile he’s ever laid eyes upon. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N, we spoke over text about your problem with possible supernatural activity in your home.” 

You extend your hand to him, and, nervously, he slots his hand in yours, shaking it lightly while introducing himself. He invites you in and awkwardly offers to take your coat. He wasn’t expecting a cute girl around his age, but he wasn’t complaining. 

Leading you down the hall into the living room, Chifuyu rambles on and on about the weird stuff that’s been happening, explaining how he’s already called multiple maintenance people to examine his pipes, heating, electrical wiring and so on and found absolutely nothing. 

Continuing his little rant, the green-eyed man didn't even notice that you had stopped by the door frame, staring right at the empty space on his couch. Well, to Chifuyu it looked empty, to you… it looked occupied by a slightly younger yet taller man with long dark hair and golden eyes that seemed to pierce through you. 

Without a doubt, there were all the telltale signs that he was, in fact, an apparition. He looked pale, almost translucent in the afternoon light flowing through the window behind him, a faint glow to him that made him look like a fallen angel. You could feel his aura all around you, too—the same skin prickling feeling you always had when in contact with a spirit. 

The long-haired man lazily yawns and scratches his butt, looking particularly bored as if this happens on a daily basis. He shifts on the couch, folding his hands in front of his chest and looking you up and down, as if evaluating you and deciding what course of action to take. 

“Hey, are you okay?” the Chifuyu’s voice brings you back to reality, and you tear your gaze away from the apparition across from you. 

“Um, hey, so… did you know anyone with, um, long, dark hair and bright yellow eyes? Kinda mean looking?” 

At this, Baji makes a face, half surprised she described him so well, half offended at the last part of her statement. 

Chifuyu’s eyes turn comically large. 

“How... How did you..?” 

He can’t even fully form the sentence, quickly glancing around the room to see if there are any pictures of his dead friend laying around. She can’t know about him, she’s a stranger, and he’s been gone for a few years now. So how? 

“Well, uh, he’s kind of chilling on your couch right now? Right, okay, I know this is weird, and you probably don’t believe me, I don’t blame you, most people don’t.” Your voice goes a little quieter at the end, a kind of sadness looming over you, but you shake it off quickly. “I’ve been able to see spirits since I was a child, I know, bonkers, I can’t explain how or why, but I do, and this guy is currently looking as surprised as you are.”

Chifuyu looks at the couch again, eyes glistening and full of longing, hands balled into fists at his side. But he couldn’t, so then why is he so intent on believing? Why is he so hopeful?

You don’t miss the little glint of wistfulness in his eyes, the desperation clinging onto his lips as he struggles to choose his next words. 

“Can you… talk to spirits?” 

“Yeah.. I can, provided they want to talk to me too.” 

You look at the man across from you again and smile weakly. You can’t always know if they’re malicious spirits or not; sometimes they could get real bad, but this one, despite looking feral, didn’t give off the impression he was malicious. 

“S’what, ya can see me? Hear me?” Baji spoke and the gruffness in his voice almost made you forget how to breathe. 

You don’t meet good-looking spirits often. You meet the ghosts of elderly men and women who want to look after their children and grandchildren a little longer, you meet young, fragile kids, still confused and not understanding what happened to them. But never before had you met a handsome young ghost that smirked at you as if he knew all your secrets. 

“Yea, I can see and hear you.” You smile at him, big and bright, and he feels blinded by it. Yet also so drawn to it, like some sort of heavenly light, a beacon calling him home. “Can I ask you for your name?”

“Why? Does my name give you, like, powers over me? Are ya gonna exorcise me or some shit?” 

He grins and stalks forward, closing the distance between you by simply walking through whatever objects stand in his way. Unconsciously you take a step back, not even noticing the bewildered look on Chifuyu’s face. 

“I can’t exorcise you, I’m not ordained. I can just… perceive you and talk to you.” 

You gulp and your visible nervousness makes something in Baji shift. He grins down at you, his larger frame towering over your much smaller one, and you feel so exposed under his gaze. Chifuyu’s voice is what drags you back down to Earth again.

“Wait, are you for real right now? What is happening?” He’s confused and concerned and so, so hopeful. You look at him and smile reassuringly. 

“Yeah, he just got a little closer than I expected, but I can hear and see him, hasn’t told me his name yet though. Kinda rude.” 

You arch a brow in the direction of the pale ghost again, and he fucking laughs. A whole-hearted, loud roar of a laugh, as if this is the most amusing thing that has happened to him in years. It probably is. 

“Baji Keisuke, what’s yer name sweetheart?” 

You repeat his name slowly, liking the way it rolls off your tongue and you give him your name. Meanwhile, Chifuyu is going crazy next to you, barely containing himself. 

“Baji? Did you say… Baji? Oh God, please tell me you’re not fucking with me, I swear to God..” 

You cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder. You ask him to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and he obeys. He looks shaken: arms stiffly sitting by his sides. There’s a visible tremble in his hands, and you notice he’s not even daring to take a breath. 

The sight of him like this tugs at your heart, and your chest feels impossibly tight. Your fingers itch to touch him, to hold him close and soothe him, but the rational side of you tells you otherwise. Whatever his relationship to the other man is, he really, really misses him. The least you could do is try and give him a little glimpse. As tiring as it may be to maintain. 

You take a firm hold of his hand which feels icy compared to yours and you give him a light squeeze as you tell him to open his eyes again. And when he does… tears brim at the corner of his eyes at the sigh of his best friend. 

“Baji…” 

It’s a half whisper, half sob, and you have to hold his hand tighter so he doesn’t leap forward in an attempt to hug the spirit. 

“Can he… see me?” The spirit looks equally as hopeful as his friend, and you nod in confirmation, reveling in the fact that you were able to bring this small happiness to them.

“He should be able to hear you too.” 

And before you know it, they’re both crying. Sadness, relief, bewilderment or pure nostalgia—you don’t know, but you’re determined to give them all the time you can to catch up. 

They talk happily for hours, Baji goes on and on about how he just can’t seem to leave. Chifuyu just apologizes over and over about being too weak and unable to save him. The long-haired man just shrugs it off and offers a big fanged smile in return. They talk about so many things, and finally Chifuyu asks the question that actually led to this situation unfurling. 

“So… all the lights flickering and the noises were all… from you? Why?”

“Ah.. heh, okay don’t be mad.” 

Baji speaks in between little chuckles, amused with himself and happy that as a ghost he can’t be touched. His eyes crinkle into little crescent moons as he chirps away his clumsy explanation, elaborating that at some point he just got pissy and decided that if he can’t fuck, his friend can’t eiether. 

“You’re… joking right?” 

Chifuyu looks like he’s about to rampage and yell, but he notices your head wobbling, eyes lidded and tired. You looked exhausted and pale so he shook you a little, worry painted on his face. 

“Hey? Are you okay?” 

“Yeah it’s just.. A little tiring. It’s fine though, please continue!” 

Baji shakes his head and speaks before Chifuyu can. “Ya need to rest, dollface. Breaks m’heart seeing you like this. It’ll be fine, I got to talk to my friend today, maybe this is what helps me cross over to the other side or whatever.” 

His smile is reassuring, but a part of you wants to give them more time. Unfortunately, your body disagrees with your heart, and you start feeling very faint. 

“Hey, why don’t you lay down for a bit, I don’t want to send you off like this. It’s fine, just rest your head a little until you feel better.” 

Chifuyu had let go of your hand, losing the ability to see his friend, and gently nudged you down on the couch, placing a soft pillow under your head. You shouldn’t be falling asleep like this at a stranger’s house, but your body gives out before you could argue with yourself. 

You stir and slowly blink the tiredness from your eyes. Rising a little, you take in the room and in pieces it all comes back to you. The job, the green-eyed cutie, his hot ghost friend: the entire ordeal. 

“Finally awake, princess?” 

Baji’s voice comes right behind you, and you almost fall off the couch in surprise. In absolute reflex Baji reaches over to grab you by the waist and prevent you from toppling over and it takes him a minute to realize.

He is, in fact, holding you right now. He squeezes at your waist a little, and you look equally as dumbfounded. 

“Am I?”

“You are.”

“Holy shit.” Chifuyu’s voice gets you both out of your daze as he stares wide-eyed at the both of you. Suddenly, he can see. Without even having to hold your hand.

After some thinking, you explain to them that this has never happened before, but it’s most likely some sort of side effect for keeping them able to see and talk to each other for so long, combined with the intensity of the feelings they all shared. You have no idea how long this will last, but you’re willing to stay over for the entire duration of it. 

It’s been established that Baji can touch you and you can feel him, the question is does the same apply to his friend? They both look nervous as they approach each other, holding out a single finger and they gasp when they feel the pads of their fingers collide. 

Before you know it, Chifuyu is being hurled into a tight bear hug and nearly spun around in the room. It’s cute to see how much they still care for each other. You spend the rest of the evening asking about their friendship, learning how they became friends, how they were both in a gang, how close they used to be. How devastating it was to lose each other. 

All the while you notice you’re not getting tired at all. Which is an unusual yet welcomed change. You really like these two, you like that they’re probably some of the first people to genuinely believe you when you say you can see ghosts and not just kick you to the curb because of it. You like how cheerful they are. You enjoy their refreshing energy, and you better not be lying to yourself by saying you don’t enjoy the little pet names Baji seems so intent on giving you. 

When two o’clock rolls around, the effect is still in full force, but Chifuyu feels awful for making you stay, so he offers to drive you home instead. You try to argue that you can drive yourself, but he insists. Quite frankly, he’s just hoping you have a reason to come by again, even if it’s just to pick up your car. But you exchange numbers and promise to talk again and hang out soon. 

“Hopefully Baji won’t chase me away like all the other girls.”

“Mm, don’t ya worry about it angel, I’ve taken quite the liking to you.” 

He smiles from the back seat of the car, and you all laugh. 

As you lay in bed that night, you really hope you could spend more time with them. 

As if your prayers have been heard, you do get to spend more time with them. Surprisingly and with no explanation at all, the side effects are still in full force, and you’re both still able to see and touch the handsome spirit. 

The longer the effects are in place, the closer the three of you seem to get. Seductive jokes are thrown around, and Chifuyu picks up his friend's habit of referring to you with cute little names. He’s particularly fond of kitten, and you’re particularly fond of the butterflies the title gives you. 

With all this flirting and teasing, it’s no surprise really when you end up on Chifuyu’s lap with your back pressed to his chest, Baji towering over you, his voice a few octaves lower than it usually is when he speaks to you.

“Aw, are we makin’ ya flustered, princess?” 

His index finger traces your jaw as his eyes are practically glued to your lips and the idea alone makes your thighs press together. Chifuyu’s hands boldly roam your lower half, one hand sliding on the inner side of your thigh.

“You know, all you have to do is say stop and we will.” 

Chifuyu’s breath ghosts over the side of your neck and honestly, you don’t want them to stop. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about this, imagined how their hands would feel on your skin while laying in bed late at night. Burying your fingers in your pussy until your thighs are shaking, wishing it was their cocks instead. 

So, when you feel Chifuyu’s hands softly squeeze your breasts and glide up to gently wrap around your throat, not squeezing but just holding you there, you can’t help the little whimper that escapes. 

All Baji can manage in response is a feral growl, and he’s sinking to his knees between your legs spread over his best friend’s. Chifuyu’s hand never leaves your throat, but his other free hand takes your chin ever so gently, turning you to face him. He’s looking at you with those big green eyes, silently asking permission to kiss you, but you’re impatient. You crash your lips onto his in a messy kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when he doesn’t give you access to his mouth fast enough. Eventually, though, he obliges, tongue meeting yours in a battle for dominance that you’re currently winning. That is, until you feel Baji lifting your skirt and pressing two fingers to your clothed slit, and you lose all your composure, moaning into Chifuyu’s mouth. 

Baji is holding your legs open, his icy hands gripping your plush thighs as he feasts at the sight of your panties dampening from his ministrations. All the while Chifuyu is holding your arms in place, kissing you like you’re all the oxygen he needs, like you’re life-saving water to a man lost in an endless desert. Stuck between these two men, any other thoughts have long since left you. All you know is you want more. 

Your neediness seeps out in the form of moans and your hips wiggling against Baji’s every touch, so he happily obliges and gives you exactly what you want. Hooking a finger over your panties, he rips them off of you in one swift motion, reveling in the beauty of the little squeal you give him in response. And your pussy is as pretty as he imagined it, all puffy and pink, so wet and needy for his touch. He licks his lips and gives you another look, waiting for permission to have his way with you and all you can manage is a weak nod. 

Wasting no more time he delves in, mouth latching on your sensitive clit, tongue flicking over it in a well practiced motion. Every lick sends a shiver down your spine and coaxes wanton moans out of you. Chifiyu doesn’t stay behind either, his much warmed hands sliding under your shirt and groping at your breasts, toying with the supple flesh, tweaking and tugging on your pert nipples. His mouth was now busy sucking purple bruises into the soft skin on your neck, and every little motion from the boys was driving you mad. 

The dedication and effort they give you, the affectionate praises they shower you in, combined with the pleasure they’re giving you it drives you closer and closer to your high. And they know. The way your body tenses, the uneven heave of your breasts, and your wimpers getting louder and louder: you’re so close. 

One of Chifuyu’s hands is wrapped around your throat, gently applying the tiniest of pressure, while his other hand slides down your stomach to rub thigh circles over your clit while Baji finally replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. He pushes them past your entrance, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull in ecstasy as he pumps them in and out of your cunt. Building faster and faster, your orgasm takes you by surprise when it finally comes. It washes over you in tidal waves, drowning you in pleasure and the two men in complete madness. In the need to have you. 

You don’t have time to come down from your high as you’re being placed on all fours, Chifuyu taking his place behind you, and Baji to your front tangling his hands in your hair. There’s no need for him to tell you what he wants; you’re already running your shaky hands over his hard length, gently squeezing through the fabric. You briefly struggle with the buttons on his pants, but finally you manage to pull the jeans down and free his cock. God, his dick is gorgeous. Thick and veiny, his tip now angry red from neglect with pearly beads of precum sliding down the shaft. 

Behind you Chifuyu is sliding his cock up and down your slit, taking his sweet time before slotting himself where you really need him. His cock is not as thick, but it’s long and slightly curved, pretty pink and eager to feel your walls clenching around it. Baji’s grip on your hair thightens when he notices you’re paying attention only to his friend. A little jealous and possessive, he taps the head of his cock against your plump lips. 

“Don’t forget m’here too angel, or I’ll assume the effects wore off, and I can’t have that now that I’ve had a taste of you.” 

You look up at him, begging him to stuff your mouth full with your eyes alone. You stick out your tongue for him, as if to show you haven’t forgotten about him at all. Simultaneously, Chifuyu finally sheathes his cock in you—all the way to the hilt, hips flush against your ass—and you moan, eyes crossing from the pleasure. You look obscene, and Baji takes the opportunity to fill your pretty mouth with his cock. 

Oh, and you can’t take all of him in, he’s so thick and heavy against your tongue. You moan around his length, and drool dribbles down your chin. They take you like that, Chifuyu thrusting his hips into your heat, marveling at the warmth and tightness of your cunt, praise dripping from his lips like honey. So good for me baby, just like that. God you take me so well, fuck. 

Baji lets you pick your pace on his length, and you make a mental note of the way his cock twitches every time you take him in deeper, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat. You enjoy the way he looks like he’s about to crumble under the pleasure, so you do it again and again, taking him down your throat, the walls constricting around his length. Baji’s head falls back, eyes shut in pleasure as you coax him to the edge. 

“Fuck, princess you better fucking swallow, don’t let a drop fall out of your pretty lips, ‘kay?” 

He looks down at you almost lovingly: his pale near-translucent skin slightly flushed, cheeks dusted with pink, his pretty golden eyes now darkened by the lust clouding his mind. You want to confirm you understand him, but his large hands cup the back of your head and you’re no longer in control of the pace. Now he’s fucking into your pliant mouth, every thrust making you gag a little around his girth, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. It hurts, but it also feels so fucking good—the pleasant sting causing pleasure to course through your veins like a drug. And you’re addicted to the feeling. 

Then you feel him twitch against your tongue, his eyes closing and muscles going rigid as he finally reaches his climax. Thick ropes of sticky sweet cum slide down your throat and you do your best to swallow it all. You don’t even bother thinking about how this is possible considering he’s a ghost, you don’t question it, you just greedily take everything he has to give you. His hand caresses your cheek and he whispers a quiet that’s my good girl before slumping down on the couch in front of you, simply observing as his friend rams his cock into you. 

Chifuyu had gone a little slower while Baji was fucking your throat but now that you mouth was free, he was hoping to hear your pretty little moans again. Now his hands cradle through your hair, and he pulls you up, angling you impossibly close to him, pistoning his hips just the right way so his long cock hits that spot that makes you see white. 

His pace picks up and the praise is replaced with curses. He’s so lost in the feeling of you he almost doesn't notice Baji closing the distance between them and slotting his lips against his. His hips falter for a second, his brain processing what’s happening but his lips respond before his brain can. One hand is holding your hip, as his hips slow down their movement, his other hand cupping his friend's cheek as he kisses him back with so much love, so many unsaid words finally making their way to Baji. 

You can’t see them, but you can hear Chifuyu moan into the taller man’s mouth. It’s shaky, and breathy, almost as if he’s tearing up. Baji’s name is like a mantra on his lips, a plea, a promise. You crave to turn your head and catch even just a glimpse, but you decide against it, not wanting to intrude on the raw and intimate moment between them. 

“Baji...”

“I know. Me too.” 

That’s all the response Keisuke gives as he steals another kiss from his friend and gently nudges his hips in a hint to keep fucking you. So he does, hips gaining back their speed in no time, and you mewl under him, completely dazed from the pleasure. Warm hands sneak down your sides, and his deft fingers find your clit to once more rub tight circles against the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure over you. 

“Fuck I can’t move if you clamp around my dick like that, kitten, f-fuck… are you gonna cream all over my cock?” 

He’s bent forward, whispering in your ear each word punctuated with a grunt or a pant. He’s also close but he needs to make you cum first. He needs to feel you cream on him even if it’s the last thing he does. So he staves off his own orgasm in favor of yours, nibbling on your earlobe and whispering filth into your ear, practically begging you to let him feel you come undone for him. 

It doesn’t take long for the coil in your stomach to finally snap, a second orgasm crashing over you and bringing you to high heaven. He doesn’t stop moving, fucking you through your high and the sheer tightness of your cunt as your walls spasm around him is what pushed him over the finish line. With a loud groan his hips lose their rhythm and he paints your insides white with his hot seed, staying sheathed deep inside you in order to keep all of his cum in you. 

Fuck, you feel like you’re on cloud nine, basking in the glory of your orgasm but not for long. As soon as Chifuyu pulls out of you, Baji’s mouth is on your pussy again, lapping away at your folds. You squirm but he holds you tightly in place, dragging the cum from your pussy to your ass, tongue teasingly circling around your puckered hole. 

“B-Baji, no.. you can’t, not the—” 

You’re cut off by Chifuyu crouching down next to the couch and kissing you again. You don’t have time to protest, honestly maybe you don’t even want to protest because Baji’s tongue feels sinfully good against your ass. The green-eyed man barely gives you time to breathe, lips moving hungrily against yours. It’s sloppy, a mess of teeth clashing and tongues moving against each other. He swallows every sweet moan you have to offer while his fingers tweak and twist your nipples. Baji on the other hand is slowly working your ass open, first only with his tongue, the slick muscle pushing past the thigh hole, coating you with spit and cum mixed together. 

His tongue is now replaced by two thick fingers slowly pumping in and out of your ass, making your toes curl and your head spin. You can barely remember how to breathe but you manage to beg for more. To beg for him to go faster, to add more fingers. And he is fascinated by how wicked you are, how pliant and needy, how can he refuse you? He gives you more until you’re sufficiently prepped. 

With a slap to your ass Baji announces his work is done, and they once again switch with the other man. Chifuyu pulls you onto his lap, your back flush against his chest, and his cock, once again hard and ready for you, is prodding at your ass. Baji runs a finger through your folds, gathering your slick and cum and using it to lube Fuyu’s cock, stroking his length slowly, teasingly. Suddenly he spits into your cunt, and the obscenity of it all makes you clench around nothing. You want them, you want them so bad. 

His spit dribbles down your ass, and Fuyu spreads it against your tighter hole, slowly pushing past the muscle. All the prep you received wasn’t enough though, the stretch is burning and bringing tears to your eyes but you know it’ll feel good, you know they’ll make you feel so good, so you bear with it. Baji takes pity on you and bends down to give soft kitten licks to your puffy clit, teasing you and coaxing you to relax, and you do. 

Soon Chifuyu is fully sheathed inside your ass, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips from the tight grip he has on you. Now it was Baji’s turn and you already feel so full you have no idea how you’re going to fit Baji’s thick cock inside you too. As if he can read your mind, he speaks to you softly. 

“Don’t you worry pretty girl, you can take us both, I know you can.” 

He kisses you so fucking gently as his thick cockhead pushes past your entrance, you could just cry. His soft kisses distract you from the burn of the stretch, Chifuyu’s gentle voice in your ear reminding you how good you’re doing, how well you’re taking them.

Finally, finally they’re both inside you and you feel complete. They give you a little time to properly adjust before they both move in and out of you, somehow completely synchronized and in rhythm. God, it feels so fucking good. Your whole body is on fire and you can’t stop the loud moans coming from you, mixing in with theirs. Every time they move inside of you they can feel their cocks rub against each other between your fluttering walls. 

You’re spread open and speared down on both their cocks, now moving fast and hard out of you, and you feel like you’ll explode. Your orgasm approaches, but it feels different, more powerful. You barely have time to warn them, but they keep drilling their hips inside you, battering your insides and hitting all those good spots that make you forget your own name. It builds so fast inside you, the feeling consuming you, and you don’t remember how to breathe. 

Then it hits you. You cum so hard, spasming around their hard cocks and there’s liquid squirting out of your pretty cunt. They’re both stunned, the sight rendering them speechless and motionless. When the initial shock is over it turns them fucking feral. Both are now brutally fucking you, Baji’s practically fucking into your cervix, narrowing down on that spot that makes your eyes roll back, and Chifuyu is biting and marking you again, cock sliding in and out of your ass with no resistance. 

They both know what they want, they want to make you come undone like that one more fucking time. You’re so fucked out; if they weren’t holding you so tightly you would topple over them. You babble incoherently against their skin, begging without knowing what for, but they don’t disappoint, they give you everything. 

The two men kiss once again, hips not faltering once as they bring you to yet another Earth-shattering orgasm, and you squirt again. 

They both know you’re at your limit, so they chase their own orgasms, both cumming almost simultaneously and filling your holes with their seeds. When they pull out, a  copious amount of cum leaks out of your abused holes. Their eyes rake over your body, as if memorizing every curve and dip of your body, the way their cum is leaking down your thighs and soiling the cushions on the couch. 

You’re so spent and tired, you don’t even realize they’ve picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. You vaguely hear water running and assume they’re running a warm bath for you. You’re still in a daze when they wash you, gentle hands caressing your skin and massaging the sore muscles. You just let them take care of you, it’s not like you have the strength to protest anyway. 

They wrap you in blankets and kiss you every chance they get, on your cheeks, nose, lips, temples, everywhere. Someone’s hands are on you at all times, even as they struggle to get you dressed in some warm soft clothes, clumsily pulling the oversized sweater over your head. Then you’re carried back to the bed, where you find yourself between the two of them, tightly wrapped in a warm embrace and you finally allow yourself to really sleep as they quietly watch over you.

3:33AM

You stir in your sleep and feel a hand stroking your cheek. You blink slowly at Baji, who is slightly hunched over you, smiling lovingly. 

“Hey, what’s up? Where are you going?” you whisper.

“I think I’m ready…” 

The sentence knocks the air out of your lungs and suddenly you feel cold. You look up at him, pleading even though you know you don’t have the right to. 

“But, Ba-”

“Keisuke. Call me Keisuke. Plus, I already said my goodbye to him.” He looks over at Chifuyu’s sleeping frame and smiles, but there is a tinge of sadness behind his smile. “Take good care of him for me, yea? I trust you.” 

You’re graced by another one of his fanged smiles, but that doesn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. His gentle voice doesn’t help with the feeling that’s piercing your chest, sitting in your heart like broken glass. 

“I can’t say goodbye to him again. So, I’m burdening you to tell him. Tell him I’ll be thinking of him wherever I end up. I’ll be thinking of you, too.” 

Another peck to your lips. Another tear rolling down your cheeks. 

You should be happy for him, that he’s able to go on. That he doesn’t have to be stuck here anymore, being nothing more than an observer as life passes by and his friends grow old. 

“Don’t cry sweetheart… You gave me such a precious gift, allowing me to say goodbye, to hug him one more time. To feel you, taste you. I’m the luckiest man alive... Or, wait. Luckiest ghost stuck in this plane of existence?” 

His little joke makes you give a watery laugh. You don’t dare speak because your voice will give out. 

“Don’t cry angel, no point in spilling tears over the dead.” 

As he speaks you notice he’s starting to fade away. You reach up to him, but you can’t touch him anymore, and the realization brings even more tears to your eyes. Your lips tremble, but no words come out as he reaches for you. 

All your life you’ve been in contact with lost spirits, and each time they passed through you it would feel devastatingly cold. But now it feels warm. 

The last thing you see is his smile.

Your crying is enough to wake Chifuyu. His arms quickly wrap around you and pull you close. You can hear the worry in his voice as he asks what happened, but you can’t reply. 

You can’t speak the words.

But he knows. He sighs deeply and kisses your temple, reassuring you that it’s okay. That he knew this was coming.

“He loves you.”

“I know.” 

He holds you close, fingers intertwined with yours. You listen to his heartbeat. He pets your hair and places butterfly kisses down your shoulder. 

“I’m glad I met you. I hope you’ll stay.” 

Every ending is a new beginning. 

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[siriuslysatorusimping]

So, quick trigger warning, going through some shit.

Hospice has informed me that my grandpa is likely going to pass within the next few hours to day or so- pancreatic cancer. So I was wondering if you had any head cannons within Physical Paradox for how Gojo might comfort Rinko during down times- nothing super angsty. Just in dire need of fluffy comfort stuff with these two. Maybe it's when she's got the flu or feeling down when pregnant or something, idk, but if you have the time and energy I'd love to know your thoughts <3

First of all, fuck cancer.

I am so sorry to hear about your grandpa. We lost my grandmother to uterine cancer fifteen years ago, so I can only begin to imagine what you're going through. There aren't really words that can be said to express how I feel for you, but I hope that you're doing as well as you can be 🩷

As for how Gojo would comfort Rinko when she's down? Funny enough, I wrote a piece last week that's set after Gojo and Rinko started dating, while they were living in different cities for their grad degrees.

Rinko had a rough week, and she just really missed him, but she didn't want to admit it because she didn't want to get in the way of his weekend plans (that he didn't have but she still felt guilty). So what did our boy do? Hopped on a flight from Osaka to Tokyo and showed up outside her apartment in the middle of the night in the middle of winter to check on her because he is just literally the best.

He then proceeded to give her snuggles and cuddles because that was really just what she needed 🥹

So, I have provided a lil sneak peek of the cute and silly fluffy installment below the cut!

“Go back,” Rinko cried, wiping her eyes. “I don’t wanna ruin your weekend.”

“Baby, you could never ruin my weekend-”

 “Please just go,” she whispered, and he sighed. “I already ruined your weekend enough-”

“Then open the door, baby. Help me make it better by getting to see you.”

“You don’t wanna see me. Not right now,” she mumbled.

“I always wanna see you.” Gojo was quiet for a moment. “Rinko-chan, I’ll sit outside your door as long as it takes for you to open it. You know that I will.”

“You’ll freeze to death-”

“Guess you’ll have to open the door before that happens, then,” he called. “Please open the door, baby.”

She just sniffled again, wiping her eyes angrily as she tried to get the tears to stop falling.

Gojo let out a loud sigh, his voice louder when he spoke again.

“It’s really cold,” he called dramatically. He shivered loudly, letting his teeth chatter audibly as well. “Already freezing to death. Can already feel the frostbite setting in. Dunno if I’ll make it another minute.”

His voice was still getting louder, leaning against the wall beside her door heavily while he pretended to wail.

“Guess this is it for me,” he lamented, moaning in pain. “Sure wish I coulda seen my super smart, pretty girlfriend before I died-”

Blinking through her tears, she fought the smile tugging at her lips as she slowly pulled the door open just a fraction.

“You’re dumb,” she informed him quietly. “And really loud. My neighbors probably hate you right now.”

“You’re really pretty,” he said, pouting as he leaned closer. “Baby, let me inside, please? Wanna hold you.”

---

If you haven't already, you can read Physical Paradox on AO3 💕

#sweet asks #physical paradox ask #physical paradox #gojo and rinko ask #gojo and rinko au #rinko and gojo fluff #gojo satoru x original female character #physical paradox sneak peek #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff

[derangederensimp]

Attack on Titan One Shot Kinktober

#8 Praising Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader

CW: Slight Mean Dom Levi, Prasing, Tongue kisses, Teasing, hair pulling, ass slapping, oral male receiving, unprotected sex, breeding kink, possessiveness, Creampie.

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“You like when I praise you huh Brat? How about you do something that deserves praising” Levi said, crossing his arms, staring down at you on your knees.

“He’s such an asshole for a short man. Pent up anger for sure” you said aloud, your comrades eyes opened wide as you kept talking, you finally caught on when you looking up to see them gawking at you.

“Fuck, he’s behind me isn’t he?” You said, gritting your teeth before looking back.

“Get off your ass, come to my office. We’ll discuss your punishment for talking shit about your commander. Brat” Levi said. His eyes boring into your skull as you stood up. Following behind him a few steps as you often made the mistake of stepping on the back of his boots.

To Levi it made no sense for you to talk about shortness when you were shorter than him. He begged Erwin to not put you with him but Erwin knew the two of you would eventually get along despite how much the two of you butt heads. To him your constant bickering made it seem like you two were just a married couple.

Levi was 9 years older than you and yet you still called him an old man every chance you got. Even though he was 31 and you 22 you’d act like he was a crotchety old man.

Once getting to his office you plopped yourself onto the chair while he sat at his desk. He stared at you till you finally got uncomfortable “is my punishment you boring me to death” you said. “I like you better when you don’t talk” he responded. “But no, that's not your punishment. I'm just trying to think of what I could do to make you stop disobeying me.” Another moment of painful silence you had enough, standing up and turning your back to him to walk away but before you could grab the doorknob he clutched your wrist “did I say you were free to go?” Furrowing your brows you raised your arms to surrender, taking a seat once again.

Once he sat back down he chuckled to himself which you didn’t find amusing “what is so funny commander shithead” spat. “Oh nothing, just a rumor I heard from another brat. It’s quite funny, you act so cold but really you wish to have your commander's attention and my full attention is on you right now. And yet your still acting like a brat” he watched your eyes widen and cheeks turn pink.

“I see it’s not a rumor then. How cute needing someone else’s praise” Levi said, sitting up more in his chair resting his elbows on his desk.

The next thing you knew you were on your knees before him. “You like when I praise you huh Brat? How about you do something that deserves praising” Levi said, crossing his arms, staring down at you on your knees. The feeling between your legs growing unbearable.

You worked at taking his pants off as he ran his finger through your hair “working so fast you must really want to impress me huh y/n” Levi said. His cock springing from his pants hitting his lower stomach. You giggled to yourself thinking that maybe his height went to his dick instead. He scolded you for laughing but let you continue stroking his cock. Lolling out your tongue you slapped the tip against it and swirled your tongue around it. Levi hissing and grabbing a fistful of your hair “Don’t tease me, brat”

Taking him into your mouth you fit as much as you could inside while You stroked at the rest of him “Your mouth feels amazing f-fuck” Levi groaned. He helped guide your head along his cock. “Come on, you can do better than that” he clicked his tongue.

Hallowing out your cheeks you took him deeper into your mouth humming on his cock before you started to gag. “Good girl” he moaned, sucking him faster drool spilled from the corner of your mouth “you make such a mess, brat” he watched as you you squeezed your thighs and he knew just what that meant but he wasn’t going to give in so easy.

“Get off your knees” he pulled his cock from your mouth. He put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss, he waited for your mouth to part before he stuck his tongue in your mouth. Once he pulled away only a string of saliva stuck to your lips before he turned you and softly nudged you towards his desk making you bend over it “ganna stuff you my cock, maybe then you’ll learn to obey me” Levi said.

He yanked down your pants and panties swiping his finger between your slit and rubbing it onto his cock “your so wet and I haven’t even touched you. Did you get turned in sucking me off brat? Let’s just see how loud you moan on my dick”

Aligning himself with your entrance he put the tip in teasing you with it before he thrusted in and out. He would’ve stayed still and let your body adjust but you moved your ass back on him letting him know to keep going. “F-fuck brat you feel so good” he moaned. “L-levi harder” you cried, he did as you asked for your reward for sucking him so good. He didn’t care how loud your moans got, he was only focused on making you cum now.

He slapped your ass before gripping your hips and slamming you down onto him. “You like my cock?” He asked, all you could do was moan out yes over and over again. He slowed down just a bit so he wouldn’t cum too fast. Both of your moans filled the room with the sound of your bodies slapping against each other. Your cunt squeezed his cock making him hiss at the feeling “you wanna cum? Cum on my dick” He said in between breaths. Your body doing as he demanded, your cunt pulsating on his cock squeezing him so tightly.

His own release soon approaching “Let me fill you up, make everyone know your mine” he cooed into your ear. “H-huh?” You managed to get out, “don’t huh me, use that big brain of yours. What do you think I mean?” Levi said, it finally hitting you what he meant.

“P-please” you said, his pace picking back up, you felt your second orgasm creeping up with his time his cock hit your g spot. All it took was one more thrust for each of you, you came all over his cock while he filled you up fucking his cum into you a white ring forming around the base.

“Good girl” he said pulling out, and pulling your panties back up. “Will you finally listen” he asked. You nodded your head quickly as you got dressed. Once the both of you were dressed he gave a peck on your lips putting his hands on your cheeks and holding your head still. “You’re mine now”

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Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @yellooaaa , @immindingmyown , @dovas-world , @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn , @ilovestevelacy2228 , @nothisispatrick300 , @chrrybl0ss0m

#levi ackerman smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #Levi x reader #Levi Ackerman x Reader smut #Levi Ackerman is daddy #Levi Ackerman x Reader #kinktober #derangederensimp #Levi Ackerman 18+

[ketchappu]

wwww your lil gecko is so cute!!!!! got any tips u wish you'd known before getting a gecko/things you've learned?? :O

[ID: A photo of Bowser, a yellow leopard gecko with a few spots on his head, half in a hide in his enclosure, staring right at the camera. His pupils are slits in his grey eyes. A little fake leaf is seen above his head. End ID.]

YES! I do have stuff to say about getting a leo for the first time.

First of all, they all have distinct personalities and tastes, far more than what the general public expects from a reptile. They have tastes that can change during their lives, and many moods. You can prepare all you want but you will have to adapt to your gecko's wants and needs! Mine hates the texture of moss so I had to change my plans for his humid hide, he hates worms so I had to get roaches (you get used to it and mealworms are actually a lot less healthy anyway). I made a whole ass castle in polystyrene so he could have "Bowser's castle" as a hide in the terrarium, except I didn't account for his little claws scratching against it and making noise... He fucking hated it and the castle had to GO day one as well. Bowser's castle is now a coconut hide he loves to death.

In the same vein, do NOT make unmovable parts in your terrarium. I made some hides out of expanding foam and they are stuck to the sides and a pain in the ass, now. You want something that can be taken apart easily, especially when you never know which part of the terrarium your geck will elect as their toilets.

Second, their health: wild types are the sturdiest because they have the less inbreeding. You want to handle your gecko semi regularly at the very least, you don't have to get him out everyday for 2 hours but do handle him enough so you can do check ups and spot any issues demanding a vet's attention. Monitoring them frequently is super important because geckos, as most reptiles, only really show signs of illness when it's already pretty advanced. So tracking their weight, their skin color and looseness, any weird spots or tiny wound/scab, is very important.

Knowing the basics about common health issues, the nutrients they need, and what constitues a good alimentation for them, is super important but often overlooked. It's not because it's a pretty hardy and indeoendant reptile that you can just do whatever. Be informed and most importantly attentive to your geck.

I'm not listing all the little (positive) surprises i got while living with him because I think discovering them by yourself is a great joy! But geckos yawn in the cutest way, they also rip ass and you wouldn't believe how something so tiny created a fart so toxic, they can chirp and have small armpits, their little hands are pink on the bottom, they have 100 minuscule teeth that tou will never see and express a lot with their tails, they are so awesome and funny to have around. I love mine to death!

#leopard gecko #my dumb gecko son #personal #answer #eeeeeeee this is very long sorry

[sendoshutoskitten]

At what cost? - shuto sendou.

*might be ooc

．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．．

"This is bullshit!"

Ubers' number 18 slammed himself to the lockers out of frustration. After having one last match; chance, to prove he was worthy, all the wasted effort led him and his team losing.

'I blocked one goal... But at what cost...?'

He thought, letting himself plop onto the ground. Sendou's foot started to be accompanied by sharp, intense pain along with the muscle feeling knotted from all the running.

"f-fuck..."

Moaning desperately of the mental and physical pain, taking a deep breath trying to cope with his stress. But starting his cope with going on the internet was a horrible idea.

No one except his team cared or even impressed of him for blocking Hiori's goal; everyone was solely paying their attention to the spotlights.

Perhaps, maybe, definetly, Sendou did receive threats again. It was always like this for him. They had always put high expectations on him ever since 2018's Japan U20.

Some were using Sendou's own insecurities, his weaknesses and finally death threats as cruel as you can imagine just to attack him.

Sendou never made it into the starting 11 in the new U20. He was one of the reserves ranked in the same place as Hiori. He went from the top striker to a lowly substitute.

The poor boy was all alone in the lockers; all the other teammates went ahead to shower while he was crying his eyes out. He wipes the tears with his towel, wishing that someone could wipe it with their own hands instead.

But sendou didn't want his team to see his true colors. They had seen Sendou as a tough, confident person. He didn't want them to know he was a crybaby. Spoiled for compliments. Because that isn't how a man acts.

Sendou was already 19 years old, but he was still acting as if he never went through puberty. Yet he just wanted to be happy. He missed the feeling of being showered with praises back then when everyone didn't get used to his goals.

Sendou was the star striker of the Japan U20. People found him cute. Funny. Until Sae and Shido came to steal his spotlight. Sendou thought at that time, he would still do a good job even if he wasn't the star.

Nah.

Sendou was just pushed back to the sidelines. And even if he tried his hardest to catch the viewers' attention, they had their eyes on the older Itoshi from the Real Madrid. It was just so unfair for him.

And there was Shidou too; their first meeting didn't go so well. Sendou had to cooperate with him so he wouldn't be dead meat. He felt under so much pressure. And that wasn't it; it was when the badmouthing started.

Sendou didn't talk to anyone else after that match, just snatching his bag away and walking straight home without a single word. He was disappointed in himself, and he still is. Sulking in the lockers, not knowing how to make up to his 'mistakes' as people said.

'If... If I can score at least one goal... Perhaps I can finally receive some appreciation, right? Everyone will give me the attention I deserve... Then the hate will stop...'

He starts to cry even harder, Sendou's sounds slowly growing louder. He tries to shush himself into the quietest he can, he covers his face and struggles to hide the redness in his eyes.

Sendou could neither go out of nor stay in the lockers if he didn't want his teammates to see him crying. He could only hope that they weren't going to walk into his situation.

He continues to sweat not of heat, but of his stressing. Sendou didn't have the urge to even wipe it off with his towel anymore. He was tired. He wanted to rest.

The time was already 9pm. The time where all the members were supposed to be in their bedrooms by then. Surely, one of them was gonna check up on him if he was gonna keep isolating himself in the lockers.

His hyperventilating grew worse, as Sendou continued to break down into tears and kick his feet in frustration, accidentally throwing his sports shoes off of his feet and flying it in the air. He was aware that he was crying like a child but he didn't care. He was holding all of it in until Sendou could have his alone time.

A queasy feeling occurs, Sendou felt like he was gonna throw up from crying so much. He had been agonizingly crying for the past 2 hours; yet not a single worry from his teammates.

After a while, Sendou's tears dried up. Almost ten in the evening. Still hugging his knees, as the time passed by. He didn't feel like doing anything but just stare mindlessly. He was just relaxing, that's all.

Sendou suddenly dropped himself, letting himself collapse on the floor as the his bottle spills the remaining water. His body went numb, the atmosphere becoming thin.

He just took a quick nap, then he went back to the dorms.

No he didn't.

#sendou shuto #blue lock #sendo shuto #shuto sendou #oneshot #light angst #out of character.

[yoongyuplace]

Get us together

pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington

just couldnt sleep so i wrote some silly little things going around my brain. theres some s4 spoilers and probably some spelling mistakes cause its 3am and im sleepy

The demobats finally got Eddie. There are bites and blood all over him, he is agonizing in so much pain. The last thing he can do is say I love you to his best friend.

"Eddie, you're dead." Will pronounced.

"No fucking shit! You're kidding me, right, kid?" Eddie pointed at him, getting up from his chair. Not fucking fair. He looked around the room wanting to see everyone's reaction.

Dustin weakly sighs, trying to stop the tears from falling through his cheeks. He really got into that character. "Shit, that was tough."

Eddie was walking around his seat, fingers passing through his hair while he tried to calm himself down. That was his biggest character, that was his moment. Everyone in the table was holding their breaths —everyone in pain. The most loved persona in that campaign just died in front of their eyes. Eddie just died laying in his best friend's arms. Dustin's arms. And that shit did hurt. He just gave up, sitting back on his chair and watching everyone trying to get back to the game —he could see Steve hiding some tears. Cute.

"While on the other side, Max, you're levitating in the air. Vecna's got you. You can feel all your bones almost breaking inside your body, although, you can't see anything anymore." Will narrates, pronouncing every word slowly, "You know that's how your story ends. What's going on through your mind?" he asks, looking right into Max's eyes.

She sobs quietly, "Fuck, I'm-, I can still hear Lucas yelling my name. I can feel his pain and that makes my heart hurt almost as much as my bones breaking through my skin. I try to remember those good memories from the past years. Hanging around with our group, shopping with El, the snow ball with Lucas and our first kiss. Now I just feel like crying, not just cause my bones are breaking in pieces, but mostly cause I am not ready to go." Max finishes. A single tear falling from her eyes.

"You're right. You're not ready to go." Will says in a low tone, pausing for a second. "Everything stops. You're falling to the ground."

—

The campaign ends and Vecna is gone.

Well, that's what they all wish. Their story ends on a big cliffhanger and everyone loses their minds.

Will announces he is currently writing their last adventure for this campaign and, even though some of them are still crying, they all congratulate him for the story they've been playing for two years.

Eddie can see little Wheeler going into Byers’ direction, hugging him and kissing his cheeks after congratulating him. He can't help but find it adorable —he would never admit it.

Not too far from him there's Steve and Robin talking about something he can't really hear; until he starts walking to them.

"Oh, he's coming." Robin tries to whisper; a smirk crosses her face. "Yeah, yeah! Almost forgot about that- uh, that thing I need to do now! Bye, Steve!" she hurries herself out of the room, a few little giggles left behind. Oh, that's kinda funny, Eddie thought. Just the way Robin leaves, so do the rest of the group —and Eddie loves the idea of being alone with Steve Harrington.

"So, Harrington," he approached "never thought I'd see you crying over my death." a little smirk lingering his lips.

"No, no, no. That's not what happened, Munson" Steve crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "I just got emotional because of Dustin, don't get too much into your head." He tried to hide a little smile.

Adorable.

"Sure, pretty boy. But see," he got closer to the boy who had big beautiful eyes —as Eddie would think. "you won't have the chance to flirt with my character anymore."

"Oh, yeah?" Steve moved his hands to Eddie's waist, pulling him closer. "But I don't need a character to do that, do I?" There it is, the prettiest smile.

"Mmhm, you're right." so he just leaned for a kiss; it always feels like the first time and he absolutely loves it. He could feel Steve squeezing his waist while deepening the kiss. "I'm not going anywhere, you know?" Eddie says between some pecks. "Or are you just hungry?" he'd smirk while Harrington's got that pretty pink tone spreading along his cheeks. Eddie loves making him flustered —and that's so easy to him.

"You know what? I actually am." he picked his backpack that was laying on the ground beside him. "Let's get dinner, hm? My place."

"Sure, big boy." he left one last kiss on his lips. They walked to the parking lot; it was already empty. "Also," he sat on the passenger seat. "don't you think it's time to tell Robin we're dating?"

Steve laughs, starting the car. "No, it's fun to watch her trying to get us together."

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steddie fic

[pancake-breakfast]

Time to finish of Volume 5. Let's see if we can't get some more crazies on the playing board.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 5, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Death Deal

Everyone's screaming.... Blood is everywhere.... Picking up right where we left off, I see....

Holy fuck, was running over his face with the bike necessary, Legato??? Geez, man.

Creechur Vash is displeased.

CREECHUR VASH IS DISPLEASED!!!

...I'm sorry, but Legato feeling legitimately ill and being moved to tears of sadness that Midvalley would turn a gun on him and "betray Master Knives" is freaking hilarious and I absolutely LOL'ed. Gods, this man is such a mess.

I do feel bad for Midvalley, though. I feel like, in another life, on another world, maybe he could have just played beautiful music.

Dude is just staring and Wolfwood and crying. I'm telling ya, he's SUPER jealous. He wishes Knives trusted him as much as Knives is trusting Wolfwood right now, which is funny 'cause it's Wolfwood.

This look, though.... Find you a man who stares down your enemies the way Wolfwood stares down Legato. Even though he might not actually be able to see very well right now.

Got rid of them...? As in... Vash and Meryl? Vash and... Wolf... wood?? What did Zazie do?

Butterflies?

Ohhhhhhhhhh

Wait, I never *did* figure out why they were trying to get rid of Zazie. Glad Zazie's having fun with bodies, though.

It was because they didn't want Zazie to report back to Legato, huh?

Is... Gauntlet resisting Legato??

YES HE IS!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!

Meanwhile, Creechur Vash is just waiting for all of this to die down, I guess?

Ohhhhh. Yeah, keeping Crechur Vash contained is gonna be a task for anyone.

Gotta have a good ol' Mexican Standoff.

Ahhh, I know there's so much going on here and it's all bad, but he really is kinda cute like this.

MERYL TO THE RESCUE!!!

Gods, she's screaming, she's crying, she's severely outgunned and/or outmatched by every player on the field.... She may be small, but her power is adequate.

AND SHE AIMS RIGHT FOR LEGATO!!! GET 'IM, GIRL!!!

It's enough for Gauntlet to pull the trigger on his gun....

...aaaand all hell breaks loose.

I like how even though Zazie's new form is more feminine, it's still like, "What is gender? I don't care. My gender is worms."

Legato appears to still be alive. Human skulls are more durable than we give them credit for.

Ohhhh, Stampede referenced this little speech of Legato's.

WTH happened to his face? Like, I know he just got shot, but I'm having trouble figuring out how he went from this...

...to this....

...in the space of a panel.

Ah, that's gotta be Midvalley's corpse. Meryl's right to scream. There's no coming back from seeing that.

I like the little stringy lines implying Legato's power.

Of course that bastard would be like, "Oh, you created a friend? Gotta make sure you pay for that by your friend's hand." He's a very sick fuck.

Creechur Vash is still displeased.

The only one here who hasn't quite seen this yet is Meryl, and she's already freaking out. Even Legato looks terrified. Glad his face is back to normal, though.

Ohhhhh, shit. The Nail is here.

Chapter 6: Let Us Walk The Path To Redemption

Ohhh, Vashie, babygirl....

Legato's little monster-puppet handler can feel pain??

Oop, something going on here is bringing Vash back out of creechur mode.

She has a point. People with a strong enough death wish can cause quite a mess seeking their own destruction.

Nevermind, Vash has turned into a lightning bug with too many wings.

Ohhhh, baby Vash....

I do love the use of white space here, though. This happens a lot when we fall into Vash's memories, and it really emphasizes his loneliness.

That's too many bullets. The image of bullets falling like tears....

Aaaand Legato is ruining the moment with his madness. Gods, this wet cat is gonna punish himself even harder now because of all this, and other people might actually have to watch that.

I like how they have yet to actually show her face.

Goshdarn, someone wrap Vash in a weighted blanket and feed him something nice and give him all the hugs.

YOU CAN DO IT, VASH!!!

Eyyyyy, body horror....

I love that he's focusing on the kindness of those in the past to pull himself through. He has no idea what the future holds... for himself, for mankind, for the companions who, after this, might not want anything to do with him ever again. But he's doing what he can to focus on people's kindness....

And... he's protecting Gauntlet, isn't he? Of course he is. Gauntlet, who's so tired from everything that's happened tonight, he probably wants to die. He was expecting to die. He lost his only friend by his own hand because of Legato. And now the man he came here to kill is protecting him.

OUT OF BULLETS, YA BASTARD!!! (The sound effect here is "ga-chi, ga-chi, ga-chi" over and over again. Def not a gun firing sound.)

Awww, man! Creepy weird guy carrying around Legato has a knife arm.... Whyyyyyy.

Look at his stupid face, though. He's enjoying this.

Ok, that's too many teeth. Please return some to wherever you got them from.

Did... Airship Lady shoot him through the head?

Yeah, she did.

Hahahahaha, the first time we see her fully revealed, and she's just being a baby after falling in the sand.

LOL, Meryl....

You know what? Legato deserves to be talked down to like this. He really, really does.

"Secret Number 13!" But that doesn't add up. Literally. In chapter 5 of the last volume, Wolfwood said they only had three left: Zazie, Midvalley, and Hoppered. They'd only been through six in the previous chapters, and adding Wolfwood to that mix only makes 10. Unless he's counting Legato and Knives, but in the last volume didn't think they wouldn't actually come out to fight??? Or was trying to mislead Vash on their numbers, since he said that one out loud but this one's in his head??? Very confused. Fix your math, Nightow.

Ah, that's... that's a lot of nails....

"You've really been losing it lately." You know it's bad when even the other bad guys are like, "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhh, sorry about our buddy over here. He's... he's a little crazy. We're just gonna take him home so he doesn't do anything else stupid today. We'll resume tormenting you later."

Mannnn, if Bluesummers could hear Knives say this right now, he'd start crying all over again for a completely different reason...

I'm honestly not sure what happened in this explosion here.

Even Legato's little pet monster-thing is looking not so good. One's spine really should stay inside their body.

Looks like Vash is getting ahold of himself ok over there.

Meryl is soooo brave here. She's terrified to the point of tears, but she grits her teeth and readies herself.

Vash looks spent.

Nothing gets Vash's attention quite like someone in dire need.

Dude. Gauntlet. Why you gotta be like that to Vash!? You know and you're still like, "Eh, I even know it's wrong of me to do so, but I'm smiling about it."

And yet Vash STILL holds his hand so Gauntlet doesn't have to die alone.

Wolfwood and Meryl running to Vash's side now that it's safe. Meryl immediately inquiring after Vash's health. <3 <3 <3

BRB, finding a way to give hugs to a fictional character.

Hahahahaha, Milly. She's sooooo enthusiastic. I love her.

Is that... Zazie in the crutches??

LOL, yeah. But how did Zazie get ahold of a black wig? What a weirdo.

Heh. In spite of everything, here's Vash dragging Wolfwood to a makeshift funeral for the makeshift graves for two people who adamantly tried to kill them.

...No comment. I'm just gonna put this here. Yeah.

LOL, Vash is calling Wolfwood on his bullshit again.

This panel is a good panel. I'm going to put it here, too.

"You break it, you fix it." The path to redemption, indeed. Onward with the manual labor!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Volume 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 3 DT

#gods these chapters were beefy bois #they were long and SO MUCH HAPPENED #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 5 #pancake thoughts

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Alright, another character breakdown! Keep in mind that as long as this list is, this definitely is not all of the major players in the book. Because there are just sooooooo many characters, I’m choosing to highlight the ones I remember and care about the most (SPOILERS AHEAD for character deaths):

Xiao Fangxu: great dad, damn his death hurt me

Xiao Jiming: still cannot believe he guessed his brother had a crush based on his BLINKING PATTERNS LMAOOOOOO

Gu Jin: hope he got that girl he got ratted out about, cause after all this, he deserves the rest

Ding Tao: baby boy 🥺

Chen Yang: glad he got it together and stopped with the petty shit

Tantai Hu: there were a few moments I thought he was gonna fall from grace, but a true testament to the idea that honesty pays

Li Xiong: BABY 🥺🥺🥺

Qi Huilian (Grand Mentor Qi): did not realize how important he would become and when I did, did not realize that he’d be KILLED; honestly, a completely unexpected death for me

Ji Gang: man’s been through so much but STILL is dedicated to fathering all these orphaned sons. Best dad award right here

Fei Sheng: finally got a life and sense of self-worth, but at what cost?

Qiao Tianya: never thought being told you could be a monk could be considered a threat

Yao Wenyu: i hate the emotions he’s made me (and Qiao Tianya) feel, knowing he’s already come to terms with death and ain’t feeling the shit himself

Kong Ling: you worked so hard not to be the personal advisor of a conquerer just to end up the personal advisor of an emperor LOL

Yin Chang: genius af, funny as hell, how you a grown man afraid of baths??? His death hurt

Qi Zhuyin: BIG QUEER ENERGY

Hua Xiangyi (Third Missy/Hua the Third): surprise high femme queen sneak attack!

Lu Guangbai: reminds me of the pets from Homeward Bound, never doubted him for a second

Lei Jingzhe: he really had me there for a second; epic death

Hasen: alright, we get it! The bad guys have families too! They’re also human! Stop beating me with it—! (another painful death even as I knew it was inevitable)

Duo’erlan: ok coming in clutch at the last second to steal a spot as one of the most badass characters! Was praying HARD they didn’t kill her…

Xue Xiuzhuo: good longterm adversary, i wish him a very fuck you, asshole

Fengquan: massive security oversight: man worked under a man who plotted the emperor’s assassination, his “sister” assassinated the succeeding emperor, and y’all bring him back AGAIN to work under the third emperor??? But you’re surprised he’s the hidden assassin????

Ling Ting/Li Jianting: poor girl

Jiran: cute last minute baby addition!

Xiao Chiye: best soldier, best uncle, best brother, best son, best partner, best—

Shen Zechuan: nobody deserves the throne more than him, fucking fight me Xue Xiuzhou

Xiao Chiye x Shen Zechuan: fan-fucking-tastic power couple, round of applause for their resounding success and the fantastic sex!

Overall a great book if you love political intrigue mixed with a little bit of war action. Violence isn’t too gratuitous, and there are trigger warnings for the worst of it. The characters are characters, and there is never a dull moment in this book. I did find it weird, though, that everything was trigger warned for except the two moments of noncon and dubcon between the major couples, but that may have been a translator thing? Either way, I’d watch any drama adaptation of this.

#human reads qiang jin jiu #qiang jin jiu #this is all i can think of at the moment #the list of folks is exhaustive actually