#no wonder the lad is fucked up

[eirxair]

no bc i love my granda so so much, he's literally the epitome of what teenage boys and young men should idolise, instead of andrew tate and all that bullshit.

he loves and geniunely cares about animals and children, he geniunely tried to raise his children the best he could, even after 50 or so years of marriage he still looks at my granny like she's hung him the stars and moon, he compliments her every chance he gets, his eyes geniunely light up when he talks about his grandchidren, children, wife, and dogs.

he's never once raised a hand to my granny, and even after all the time they've been together he's still at her beck and call and he always walks on the side of the footpath closest to the road.

he's not afraid to act stupid when he's playing with his grandchildren, wearing tiaras and cowboy hats and putting on horrible american accents. he used to be a teacher in a low income part of his city and didn't give up on those children, he never taught the boys or girls differently, he would take my ma and my auntie and uncles to get a poke every friday after school. (the vanilla kind that you get in the wee metal things in ice cream shops, so proper good ones)

he always listens to what me and my sister and my cousins have to say and he doesnt look down on us and isnt condescending at all just because we're young. he treats me like an academic almost when we discuss theology and history together. the man lives and breathes respect.

the only time i've ever seen him ever lose his temper was when the topic of pedos and people harming children came up. the only time i've ever been scared of him is when i was like 6 and he dressed up as santa and came to our house, (i didnt realise he was santa at first and thought some strange man with a strange voice broke into our house)

he's insanely smart and gave me tips on how to slack off in classes and still get good marks (it was at that conversation i realised thats where i got it from)

idek, just, my granda is soft spoken, he treats service workers with respect, he always always always treats my granny like she deserves the world and more, in all my years i have never ever heard about or seen the man making a joke or demeaning comment towards her, the only thing close to it would be teasing where they both go back and forth.

not to mention how much i love my granny, she could make everything out of nothing and still stretch it. she's resourceful and soso witty. i'm always told i look like her and remind people of how she acted when she was younger, and i hope thats true. she takes no shit from anyone, and battled breast cancer (and won) like it was no ones business, my granda supported her 110% of the way. her ma and da were scottish and she likes to cling onto that heritage, making shortbreads and all. back when my granny and granda used to race greyhounds (ages ago before i was even born) she always had a knack for picking out good ones.

i know this was supposed to be about my granda but theyre a package deal, they come in a pair. and my granny's fecking amazing and its a sin to not sing her praises.

tbh, my granny and granda are some of my most respected ever role models. and he and my granny are the reason i believe that true love can exist and that it can prevail. idek why but they give me hope.

in terms of incels or whatver the fuck, he's what a "high-quaility man" should be. not some wifebeater who objectifies and harms women.

#this is personal so sorry for the personal kind of rant lads #my granny says i have [her maiden name] eyes and it makes me so happy that i have something tying me to her on my person at all times ykwim #in terms of incels or whatver the fuck;he's what a “high-quality man” should be. not some wifebeater who laughs about harming women. #this man grew up and raised his children while he lived somewhere surrounded in violence. he had a shitty traumatising childhood #but he still loved and found love in everything and had a wonderful life. he never took anything for granted; especially not his wife. #idk how to explain it but just; he had every reason to be violent and hateful but he wasnt and isnt. thats what we should idolise. #not blood. not gore. not violence or dominance. idolise healing and caring and morality

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Very late to this but I’d be interested in the plex history ask game

Not late at all! The post has a few likes too so I'll maybe set it up once I have everything written down and organised. May be a little bit due to hopefully a very swiftly approaching change of meds (and Helldays also known as Christmas/Boxing day) but yeah!!! Soon!!!

I have another game to set up too that'll be pretty fun to fuck around with! That's an art one though so who knows when that's happening :( Soon though!!! Everything's soon!!! I have given up on exactly nothing just you wait till I figure out whadda hell I'm doing!!! You're all getting SWARMED and it'll be all over for you guys!!!! The ultimate question of if I was nerfed enough at birth will come the moment I settle on some helpful meds lmao

#thank you for your interest lads i will work on the history and workshop the game for us to play!! #the history one will currently exclude some guys... which sucks but they'll be the focus of the art game so it balances out! #i should... make a checklist like i did for the submechanophobia wiki project for the history doc... #that might help my brain do it... #hm #ALSO APPARENTLY AMFEXA MEDS USE UP A LOT OF FUCKING NUTRIENTS AND SHIT #BRO NO WONDER I'VE BEEN FEELING SO CHRONICALLY FUCKED UP #so long as the prescription goes through I'm switching off those real soon though #so I'm optimistic things will get better! #and of course #easier!! #as is the intention with meds but hey ho silver these ones are no go #anyway I'm so fucking tired so goodnight!!! #i will be adding this to the list of stuff i wanna do!! #glad people are interested in this stuff!!! #pop rox talks

[curlyhairedprince]

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#genuinely wondering what happend in between last year and this year #2022 was louis‘ year #no fucking doubt about that #and right now it looks like he‘s driving it all up against a wall #all for the laddy lad lads lads bro mates image #????

[uraandri]

you can find hungarian folk tales on youtube in full but for the love of god do not open the comments unless you want to have an aneurysm

#so the moral of the story is that you have to trust your hallucinations hurr durr look at me i have no sense of the wonders of this world #and i'm a cynical piece of shit and fairytales are stupid and creepy and have no real value what so ever am i right lads #SHUT THE FUCK UP #ura.txt

[carbonateddelusion]

MA THERE'S A WEIRD FUCKIN' CAT OUT HERE

IT LOOKS LIKE GRANDMA, THE FUCKIN' THING

#isaac when they stumble upon him during a patrol #noah when he butts into him on his way to their equivalent of the moonpool #silverheart's basically wondering around clan territory slowly being driven insane by a rogue (chuck) that follows him everywhere #and the spirits of chuck's victims who keep showing up in his dreams and in the moonlit nights #he's a Lorge Lad. so when gleamfur and flutterspark find the remnants of his kills they're like #the fuck is this. is this a bear. a fox. a badger. what the fuck #and freak tf out #but no it's just one skrungky-ass tomcat and the dead children that trail behind him like ducklings #rox talks warriors

[leatherbookmark]

ahhh i see both brothers are in different genres and chay’s is teenage slice of life (so far). that i skipped. sorry boy you’re cute but

#kim... wik... little brother please you're ALSO cute but :''') #and WHAT is that autograph supposed to be #liveshrimping #but also re: kim/chay i can't stop thinking about those tags i found under one post that were like. #imagine your shawol friend suddenly lost interest completely and then taemin showed up at your favourite bar with a steel chair #this sentence is stuck in my brain forever #i don't care for teenage slice of life but i CAN'T WAIT for the taemin to whip out the chair #and it seems the cogs in his head are TURNINGGGG #wonderful. go on lad go on #OH THEY'RE SAYING PLACE! CLEAR! so cool so cool #idk if it's the shading but porsche's sporting a barely noticeable wee moustache situation and it's SO cute #PORSCHE LOOKING LIKE AN OPPA...... #they didn't even Try to make the glass not look fucking dirty... fond sigh #oh the plot is thickening the plot is thickeningggg #aw :( he didn't have time to leave a lil message for kinn :( #not 2 be myself but w/ the way vegas seems very into ruining kinn's day... they're just cousins but. still :)

[shoeshineyboy]

‘;pisuaydoujkl;vvvvdfissssssssssxu8 0af

#i miss my friend lads #i was meant to go see him abroad but now i can't because i live in this shithole hell country that i can't afford to leave #so it's like!!!! i had something to look forward to while we're not rlly able to talk!!! and now i do Not have that!!! #i have a week off that i really wanna cancel instead!!! #yelling into the void that i am terrified things are gonna be irreparable because even though Nothing Bad Happened #i am unfortunately fucking insane and am catastrophising #the good news is i think i can fit botox in with my travel budget #and yes. it is a running theme with me that i consider cosmetic surgery when i'm emotionally distressed #this is insane. i am aware. i also remembered that i need to text my therapist back #ultimately. the issue is. i wasn't born rich. like 100% #i have had to work for everything i've got and that's basically nothing #maybe i am fucking sick of working for everything while other people get everything handed to them #i never watched gravity falls but that 'cheating at life' quote i saw on here earlier. yeah #sometimes i wonder why the fuck i work at all. i'm not working to get good things for myself i'm working to stay alive #and lads i am pretty fucking neutral with regards to that right now so WHAT is the point #shitting fuck #to clarify: that is related to living here right now #it's nearly half a tank of fuel to get to my parents' house #i have to fill up once a week that's almost £400 per MONTH #i fucking hate this country i hate how expensive everything is i hate how no one gives enough of a shit to act #i would LOVE to protest. but you can get arrested for that. and if i don't work i can't pay rent. i need my job #and rich people don't give a shit. we're just NPCs to them #and yes to clarify i live somewhere where peaceful protest is basically illegal :) #they passed that a few months back. police and fucking whatever bill

[feline-evil]

Thinking about Kaz. Again.

Thinking about Pre (and during the early moments of) Peacewalker Kaz as a man with no home, nowhere to belong, nobody left to know him and the kind of void that leaves a man with; and thinking about Kaz's promiscuity in the 70's and layering both thoughts over themselves and nodding and going Yeah. Yeah. That could be something. Boy did it feel like it could fill that black hole inside you for just a moment when skin touched skin, hot and sweaty, endorphins flooding your brain. Did it feel like you could belong by someones side for a while if you lay beside them in bed after, gasping for air back in your lungs. Did nails digging in to your back and teeth on your neck make you feel wanted for once, did it make you feel like you were something solid, flesh and blood not just mist to slip through the worlds fingers and drift on to somewhere new. Did you lie there each time as you came down from it wishing you could say the feeling lingered but knowing it didn't, that yet again you felt alone even with another body beside you, that yet again you had to go. you had to leave. Keep moving, find another moment, another flash in a pan another spark in a cold dead night to feel it again, to connect mouth to mouth body to body just so you could stave off feeling that freezing emptiness for just thirty minutes more. And then you met a man who hit like a truck, fists and body and mouth like nothing else; just as angry and hurt as you, arm round your neck, constricting like a boa, wanting you as his so bad he wouldn't give in until he had you. And i bet that was just the perfect storm to really make you sink your teeth in and hold on for dear life because finally you have SOMETHING; and you don't even know that it's the very thing that's signing the final note in the inescapable tragedy that is your life. You think him and all you'll do together is a light at the end of the tunnel but baby boy that's a freight train's headlights barreling your way, and you're too infatuated in your own little fucked up way to even care.

#jay talkin #oh yeah i shld give a warning in the tags I TALK ABOUT SEX IN THIS POST LADS. in abstract but. yknow. whatevs <3 #HHHHHHHHGH i love my fucked up favourite man im rotating him in my head and going WOWWWW YR FUCKED BABY #I JUST. BITING HIM. BITING HIM #i love hypothesising on thought processes and emotional feelings that are like. we wld never get any knowlege of this in canon rlly #but i love hypothesising i love wondering i love when it HURTS MY HEART SOOOO BAD <3 #idk if this is character analysis if ppl wanna nitpick me or tell me im wrong thats ok im ok w being wrong i dont have 2 be right #i genuinely just like hypothesising about the blank voids we donot get to know about #the holes in information that exists between games between the lines internally in characters in places that we were not granted to see #striding a line between fanfic and anaylisis bc its fun and makes me lose my mind a little bit

[shotmrmiller]

marriage of convenience but only because johnny's family would never accept simon as his boyfriend due to archaic beliefs so johnny finds you on like OF or something.

he's got an incredibly healthy bank account too, so he asks(begs) you to take his last name and in turn he pays you for it. monthly pension, he's got you covered for school too-- whatever you want, just be his wife so he can finally fuck simon in peace.

except his family wants to meet you and now he's obligated to take you over. and then his mom starts hounding about grandchildren.

we just got married, ma.

ah expect at least 6 bairns, ye hear?

and then his intrusive sister suddenly brings up why the both of y'all aren't have any sex.

the walls are thin, lad. we'd hear ye whether we want to or nae.

he gets tense, stuffs his clammy hands in his pockets as he warbles that you're on your menses, it's improper.

fer two weeks?

now he's got you under him fully clothed that same night with your legs cradling his trim hips wondering why his cock is half-mast even though he only likes men and loves simon.

or maybe he is fully into men, but simon (apparently) isn't and his eyes keep straying to you, his loyal, dutiful wife, as you paint your toes a pretty color in the sunroom.

#call of duty #ghoap #ghoap x reader

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

#yandere yakuza #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yakuza x reader #mafia x reader #yandere mafia #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere smut #yandere fic #male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #oc x reader #yandere original character #original work #smut

[skylordhorus]

Oof

#*deep space noises* #intense counselling session today lads #i have many feelings and im crying from all of them atm #gotta stop looking at hindsight as a ‘ugh i wish id done this i shouldve done that back then’ #because i COULDNT. i was too ill. i was recovering however i could which seemed to be my entire system #just slowing the fuck down #and instead looking at it as a ‘wow! its wonderful that i feel more up to trying these things now! im clearly doing better’ #i think something that probs muddles it more is that back then there were less physical barriers #my friends hadnt moved away and mum wasnt bedridden and there wasnt a global pandemic #but i cant beat myself up for that #i desperately want to go to tintagel w my parents /now/ but i couldnt back then. thats not a personal failing on my part #i was essentially convalescing as my therapist suggested #which can make a lot of sense for why depression could come about #your body needs to slow down and rest and that might be how it communicates that and kinda makes you almost #like its not a good state by any means but an understandable one

[ceilidho]

ghost asking price to fuck you because price was older and had more experience. wanted price to show him how to make you feel the best, what to do. :3

and now. i am going. to shriek. slight twist on this because I don't necessarily envision a threesome here, but I think Ghost would enjoy Price taking a look at you and guiding him.

Ghost bringing you to Price for his approval and then locking the door behind the two of you when you step into his office. Then leaning down to whisper into your ear that Price is a good man, that there's no one Ghost trusts more than him, that he trusts him with his life, every single day, without question.

He sits you on his lap and spreads your legs over his, flipping your skirt up and just nudging your panties to the side. You let him even though you can't help the way you grip Ghost's legs, nails digging deep into his thighs, even through the material of his pants.

You had a mind to bolt, to freak out. To yell at Ghost that you're not some plaything and stomp out of the room. But it doesn't come out. You sit there, lost for words and breathing in too little oxygen, quick little hitches that betray your anxiety.

Price leans against the desk to watch the two of you, eyes calm in spite of the show being put on for him. Like this happens every day.

You think Ghost's been with women before so you almost wonder if they've done this before, but somehow it feels different. It feels reverent. You feel it more so when you peek over your shoulder and catch Ghost staring up at his captain's face, eyes intense. Searching for his approval. Looking at him like he's brought something home and needs to be reassured that he did good.

"She lets me put it in twice a day," he says, matter of factly more than a boast. The lightning zap of shameful pleasure nearly bowls you over, but he keeps you pressed to him, back to chest. Holds you steady in place. Anticipates how much of a shock his words would come to you.

"You make her come every time?" Price asks, voice gravelly and you hate, hate, hate that it makes you clench up. It shouldn't. He's your boyfriend's boss, his captain - a man you've (up to now) looked at with nothing but respect and cool distance. His voice shouldn't make you wet.

You jolt when Ghost's rough fingers pass over your clit. "Every time. Sometimes more."

"Good lad."

You choke on a whimper when Ghost's hips bump up into you, hard cock pressing against your ass. The grunt that spills out of him is visceral, barbed like wire. Like Price's words affect him just as much as you.

#i literally blacked out and woke up to this sorry #ceil writing #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod simon riley #ghost/reader #ghost cod #captain john price

[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

[ghosts-bandwagon]

the boys reaction to the reader sending them lewd photos (with consent!)

Oof fuck yeah 😎

tw: slight NSFW/suggestive themes

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Oh sweetheart, you fucked up (in the best way obviously)

He got the text that said “for your eyes only ;)” with an image following after the text, he knew better than to open it around others so he waited. Even when he was alone waited.

And then when he finally decided to open it, hands shaking just a little bit, he was in awe

You were sat in front of a mirror, legs spread and on your knees, back curved to get that flattering angle he loved so much, wearing nothing but his balaclava, your hair poking out from under the edges, doe eyes feigning innocence, your free hand disappearing between your legs

He calls you immediately, white knuckling his phone while he’s adjusting his jeans, suddenly tight, uncomfortable, and far too warm

“You have any idea what you’ve done?”

“No clue what you’re talking about, could use a hint though.” He heard the shit eating grin over the receiver and could practically see you biting your lower lip, eye lashes fluttering in feigned ignorance

“Better find you on your knees when I get home.”

“Or what?” He heard the breathlessness in your voice, knew how much you loved it when he gave you orders. Still he had to at least hand it to you for trying to keep up the coquettish act,

“Careful, pet, choices have consequences.”

(On GOD that line makes me WEAK)

After that interaction, he went silent until you woke up to a text a few days later that reads ‘Home in 5’ the text was sent five minutes ago and you heard the lock clicking at the front door

Consequences, love

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

The least restraint out of all of them tbh

He gets your text and sees that there’s an attachment and he calmly dismissed himself from the group, they’re at a pub, celebrating a job well done and you decided to hang back and let John have his night with his mates team

As soon as he’s alone and he opens the picture, his hand is running over his face and his baby blues are like saucers

You’re on your back, legs closed and turned to the side to show off the curve of your hips that drives him feral, you’re wearing nothing but his dog tags, with one of them between your plush lips and the other resting at the center of your chest

“Sorry, lads, gotta run.” He’s back at the table, grabbing his coat and his keys

“Already? We just got here.” Gaz shouted after him as he practically sprinted out of the building

“Shame. Be seein’ ya!”

He’s well over the speed limit and fighting his keys to get them in the lock, in a matter of seconds he’s got you in his arms, kissing the breath out of you

By the end of the night, and well into the morning, there won’t be a single inch of you that hasn’t been lavished

John Price:

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Da-

John is a patient man, he can bide his time well, knowing what it does to you

So when he sees the text and the attachment that followed, it wasn’t any different. He could wait. He knew what it was. He’s a patient man. So, just like Ghost, he waited. Except even when he was alone he didn’t open it. He’d text you as if he never saw the message and it had you wondering if it had any effect on him at all.

Sweetheart, of course it did. He could feel his phone burning a hole through his pocket despite being cool to the touch. But he wanted to wait until he knew for sure he was going home and when.

He was on the way home when he finally decided to open the picture and thank god he waited

You were sat in his favorite chair, legs crossed over the armrest, back arched over the other, wearing nothing but his hat, with one of his cigars lit between your fingers, you had captioned it with ‘what can I say? I miss my man’

If he’d seen the picture when you’d sent it, he wouldn’t be thinking straight for the rest of his time over seas. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bending you over one of the armrests and biting down on your shoulder as you’re crying out his name.

And that’s exactly what he did when he saw you.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

Oh honey, even though your text said ‘your eyes only’ he shrugged and figured no one was around to see so he opened it and his face went hot so fast, he barely had a chance to take a good look before he locked the phone and put it in his pocket.

He backed out of his chair rather clumsily and practically tripped over his feet trying to get to the bathroom

The lock had barely clicked when he dug his phone out of his pocket to get a better look and my god you looked delectable

You were wearing his cap and his jacket, which you left open, with nothing else. You were sitting on the bed in front of the mirror, legs spread, biting your lip, tweaking your nipple with you free hand

‘Wish my man would serve me instead instead.’

He didn’t even bother going back to meet up with everyone else, he just went straight home, he scooped you up in his arms, kissing you for all you’re worth, before placing you on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.

And serve you he did.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mctavish x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #cod headcanons

[blitzgamev]

Happy four hundred and ninety-two months in limbo ghostbur :D

#big old forty-one years now for the ghost #its gonna be the final one i count wether merge is real or not #fun fact: thisll be going out at the time he died :d #i queued this 3 hours before the time #and with fun fact i mean im so fucking sad #i am shaking to my core about it ending todat #this is it. the final ghstbur count. #he (and i) made it to 41 years or 492 days or 16 ish months or a year and a quarter #its actually a third i just cant math in the sheer AAAAA im feeling rn #also a happy two yeard to pog2020 winner of my heart o7 #you will not believe how emotional i am about finally seeing the (good Prayge) ending of the blockman ive thought about nonstop for 2 years #i teared up at the second tag thats how bad it is #i will be sobbing whatever happens but i hope for future me and everyone else its Good (and Long) #i am so anxious right now feels like its nov 16th again in a good way but also i wanna Pace and not have it be today #it has been wonderful and a pleasure and all that good sappy stuff #goodbye to the live version of my lil lad the beloved cwilb #blitz the counter is out o7 #<- it feels so cringy to say all of this but i am in my feels and free #dsmp #shut up blitz

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 24] || [Chapter 26]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: not smut but a bit of sexual tension Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ahem ahem ahem ahem

thanks to @lyralein for helping solve a problem I was having during this chapter

and also @st-el-la-luna for THIS brilliance that although I didn't copy or anything, still got stuck in the back of my head and made me giggle and inspired me a little!

Chapter 25: Soap............?

you: simon. you: save me pls. Simon: Location. you: that felt ominous as fuck. Simon: You texted me to help you. Simon: Location. you: oh gosh no simon its not urgent. you: its not even like you: a panic thing you: no danger Simon: Don’t ever text me to save you when it isn’t an actual emergency. you: i’m sorry!!!!!! you: did i scare you that much??? Simon: Yes. Simon: You had me ready to steal a HUMVEE to get to you. you: I’M SORRY! you: i’m just out with my friends for brunch and kyle and johnny came and they’re embarrassing me and i need help Simon: So that’s where they went. Simon: You’ve got this. you: SIMON, THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT OUR SEX LIVES! you: DON’T LEAVE ME TO DEAL WITH THIS ALONE. you: HELP? Simon: Darling you’re dating them, you’re gonna have to get used to this sooner or later. you: I KNOW BUT STILL you: SIMON PLEASE Simon: I’m in a meeting, darling. Simon: You’ve got this. Simon: 🖤 you: SIMON?! you: awwww you sent me an emoji! you: BUT SIMON?!?!?!??! you: don’t leave me like this!!! you: how dare youuuu

He stopped responding so you sighed dramatically and put your phone away, your eyes flittering over the table.

In just 15 minutes, Johnny and Kyle had gone from bickering to regaling your friends with sexcapade stories to talking about your dates, about each other, about the rest of the guys, about work. 

Your friends are, of course, eating it up, how could they not? The lads are charming, funny, interesting, hot…

You want to pay attention to the stories Johnny is regaling your friends about, as well as Kyle, with the retelling of his helicopter upside-down cruise, but… you can’t. You’re still mortified, long after they moved away from the sex talk… 

And it doesn’t help that Kyle has taken your chair and made you sit on his lap while the five of you talk.

Sure, you’ve graduated to regular talk, but that doesn’t solve the fact that Kyle’s cock is hard, straining against the fly of his grey jeans, and slotted right between your ass cheeks, his hands gripping you around the hip to keep you sat still.

Thank God for the existence of Simon Motherfucking Riley (memo to self: ask him and the rest of the lads what their middle names are)...

The door opens after what felt like a torturous amount of time and in strolls a 6ft4 mountain of a man in all black, as usual.

“L.T.!” Johnny shouts and waves him over, as if somehow Johnny’s raucous laugh was missable and Simon might not know where he, and the group, is.

Your friends, of course, immediately look over, their jaws proceeding to drop in unison at the sight of Simon.

His sexy little black leather jacket, black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots… No mask in sight… And, for once, his hair is lying flat over his forehead, loose blond strands just barely reaching his thick eyebrows.

He has to have done it on purpose.

“Hi…” You greeted Simon softly, your face warming up a bit at the sight of him. He nods at you and cocks an eyebrow, the left corner of his mouth rising in a smirk.

Just as you’re wondering where he came from, how he knew where you were, and wasn’t he in a meeting…

“Finally. Texted ye the address like 30 minutes ago.” Johnny quips next to you.

“Piss off.” Simon replies as he keeps looking at you. He doesn’t even bother to introduce himself to Leah and Mia.

“Hear you’ve been embarrassing our partner.” Simon says, his brown eyes slowly sliding up to Johnny then to Kyle behind you.

“Ye did?” Johnny asks and turns to look at you. “Ye told on me?!” He asks dramatically, as if it was the biggest betrayal.

“Don’t look at ‘em, look at me.” Simon quips as he leans forward and rests his hand on the back of Kyle and your chair, glaring right at Johnny.

“Oh, please, L.T., it’s all good-natured.” Johnny says dismissively with a playful smile on his lips.

“Is it?” Simon retorts.

“Why’s it feel like I’m watching a big brother confront a school bully?” Kyle quips.

“Don’t start too, Garrick, you’ll get your dose soon.” Simon adds.

“Si��� Please…” You remark and laugh nervously as you look around, your face already burning hotter and hotter. “We’re making a scene.”

“You asked me to save ya, darlin’, that’s what I’m doin’, hm?” Simon tells you before leaning close and planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth, his eyes still glued to Johnny. “So, how about it, Johnny?”

“How about what, L.T.?” Johnny asks, though, you don’t miss the way his eyes are shining at the sight of Simon’s protectiveness… or the way Kyle’s breath hitches right behind your ear, his cock throbbing against your ass.

“If you’re so keen on embarrassing people by revealing private matters… How about we tell everyone about the reason your callsign’s Soap?” Simon quips. Then, he turns his head and, staring right at your friends, he continues.

“A callsign is like an alias we use over the radio.” He explains. “And Johnny’s here is ‘Soap’... wanna guess why? I’ll tell you…” He turns his head and looks right at Johnny again.

“It’s because he’s dropped his in the shower more often than one can stand to bloody count, if you catch my drift.” He remarks, then, he shoots you a little wink.

“That’s nae- You know it’s- You-” For the first time in what must be his whole life, Johnny was left a blubbering mess, stuttering over himself…

“Damn… didn’t know friendly fire was turned on…” You quip, trying to clear the air a bit. It seems to work, because all three of the men around you chuckle at it.

Your eyes then lock with Simon’s, then Johnny’s… and meanwhile, Simon’s also looking at Kyle behind you. The sexual tension is almost palpable…

“I think we should go home, so we avoid any more embarrassment, hm?” Simon suggests and pulls you up to your feet by the forearm, causing you to squeak in surprise at the suddenness of it. 

“I agree.” Kyle says as he stands up too. 

“Well said, L.T.” Johnny adds.

Simon pulls out his wallet and drops a few bills on the table. “For the check.” He tells Leah and Mia. “Nice to meet you.” Then, he drags you out of the bistro.

“It was very nice to meet you!” Kyle tells the girls, making no attempts to cover the bulge in his pants as he rushes after you and Simon.

“Sorry, duty calls. But we need to do this again.” Johnny adds as he scoots across the gap in the chairs and winks at the girls before setting off after the three that have already left. “I’ll make sure to tell you all the hot gossip next time!” He adds loudly before leaving out the door.

Leah and Mia are left sitting there flabbergasted, eyes blinking slowly, before exchanging a look with one another.

“The candle worked too well.” Mia states blankly.

“It did.” Leah agrees. “Do you… have another one?”

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