#some of these have some rough moments but thats just because it went of of focus :

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SOME THOUGHTS JUST OCCURRED TO ME

Ranpo, Mushitaro, Kunikida, Akutagawa,(separate, also you can take some off if it’s too much)With ADA!reader who tried to make them a lil jealous but they ended up getting mad and fucked her all night long:,)

SOME THOUGHTS JUST OCCURRED TO ME

Ranpo, Mushitaro, Kunikida, Akutagawa,(separate, also you can take some off if it’s too much)With ADA!reader who tried to make them a lil jealous but they ended up getting mad and starting fucking her shooting load after load inside her all night long :,)

with praise kink(reader giving), breeding kink(pls no talk abt her stomach getting “big and swollen” lmao), rough sex(obviously), degradation(receiving), men moaning and being super vocal😳😩,reader being super sensitive to their touch😮‍💨, OK THATS IT IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM ASKING FOR TOO MUCH LMAO

ALSO!! I didn’t know yesterday was your birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY💖💖hope it was great!!

Hello sweetheart! I tried my best to do your request, I hope you will like it and enjoy! :)

And thank you so much honey!! My birthday was great really :)) <3 huge kiss for you!

Quick heads up, I focused certain things more in certain characters for instance - Kunikida more on breeding kink, Akutagawa more on degrading, Ranpo more on getting praise and Mushitaro I left out for now, I will most likely get back to it in some time, so I hope that's not an issue and I focused it like that so I don't make all fics in same manner :) Sorry this took a while but I couldn't make a short scenario given the kinks and story, so I had to make them longer :) I hope you enjoy regardless! <3

PS. I FIRST READ THAT AS YOU WANT FOR THEM TO SAY STOMACH GETTING BIG AND SWOLLEN OH MY GOD DJSJSJS I WAS REREADING IT AND THANK GOD I SAW IT, HELP ME

Characters: Akutagawa, Ranpo & Kunikida

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, jealousy, breeding kink, degradation, praise & reassurance before/during/after sex, rough/angry sex, hair pulling, fingering, spanking, creampies, they might be OOC, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || BSD characters x Reader

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Akutagawa and you were hanging out at a party with some people from Port Mafia and Detective Agency. It was a celebration due to well done job with whole Pushkin thing that went down. Akutagawa and you were seeing each other for some time now and as much as some people wanted to say thing or two about it given the fact you came from different organizations, none of them did and it didn't really matter since those close and important to you accepted it. However, you got a bit too close to Atsushi for Akutagawa's liking. You were laughing the whole time, gently slapping his shoulder in heat of the laughter and you would adjust his suit paying little to no attention to Akutagawa. He definitely wasn't fond of this as he could feel nothing but lowly burning anger growing inside him as he watched weretiger's dumb face light up at any moment you would speak or touch him. You noticed that and thought it would be fun to flirt with Atsushi just for sake of playfulness you were currently feeling. Looking back at it, it was a dumb idea, but at the moment it seemed fun so you decided to get really close to Atsushi's face as you faked he had a little eyelash on his cheek and made him blow in it as two of you made wishes. It took everything in Akutagawa not to stand up and drag you home immediately. You kept giving Atsushi dual attention, even he wasn't sure what manner were you behaving in but once Akutagawa saw how your hand took Atsushi's slowly bringing it to your chest as you spat out what seemed to Akutagawa like some nonsense about how much you appreciate him and other things, he quickly got up and grabbed your hand as he told you in firm tone how you have to go home because he isn't feeling well. You stuttered trying to tell him he can sleep over at Atsushi's place so you dob't have to leave immediately but he didn't want to hear it. Next thing you knew you were in a car, heavy tension building up between two of you. He didn't speak, you didn't ask. His aura and presence were so heavy and dark you could almost taste it on your tongue. You knew you kind of messed up, but you didn't really mean that. You finally arrived home and as you entered the apartment, both of you took your shoes off and you insecurely followed Akutagawa behind as if you weren't living here as well. You sat down on the couch as you watched Akutagawa pace around the living room, clearly stressed and upset.

"Am I not good enough for you?" he asked in his low, raspy voice but you could barely hear him.

"What? Can you repeat, I-" you started saying, your voice slightly shaky as he cut you off.

"Am I not good enough for you?" he asked more firmly as he finally stood over you, looking down and looking for an answer in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" you asked him as memories of you "jokingly flirting" with Atsushi came back.

"No, Aku, that's not it." you started shaking your head as you sighed out.

"I don't even know why I did it, at the moment it seemed like a joke.." you started explaining but he cut you off.

"A joke?" he said firmly in raspy voice as his lips curled into a smirk, not because he was amused, but rather offended.

"I thought it would be..funny..if I...made you jealous." you explained, awfully ashamed at this point as you looked down on your lap, not being able to face him. His gaze on you was firm, you could almost feel it and as you barely looked up you could see he was frowning which made you look down once again. However once Akutagawa saw desperation in your eyes that he knew too well from one thing only, he slowly lifted your chin up with his fingers.

"I didn't take you to be the person who likes making me jealous." he said in his usual tone as his gaze didn't stop observing your desperate expression. You kept looking at him and tried saying something but your throat felt dry. You felt bad because you knew he always had troubles with loving himself or thinking that people are genuine as well as always being second choice. You were right, what happened did sting badly and he was hurt, but in this moment he was more on an angry as well as slightly horny side after seeing your desperate face. You kept looking at him with same expression which made him lose his cool he already barely had.

"Don't give me that fucking look." he spat out as he swiftly pushed you down on the couch by your throat and towered over you. You looked at him, eyes wide and filled with confusion as his hands pulled down your skirt and dropped it on the floor and his teeth swiftly found their way on your neck, biting harshly which made you gasp out. He started sucking on the area he bit just second ago as he dragged his hand down your waist and swiftly moving it to his own pants, undoing the button and unzipping them. His other hand snaked around your throat, moving up to turn your jaw, giving him more space as his other hand messily pulled down his pants. You kept whimpering out from harsh sensations on your neck as Akutagawa's hand cupped your jaw tighter than before. He was pressing his whole body into yours and you could feel his hard cock rising and pressuring your clothed pussy. He pulled away from your neck, leaving purple mark behind as his lips brushed shell of your ear.

"If you want to behave like a whore then you will get treated like one." he said in raspy whisper as his hands started taking you shirt off, your body following naturally. He didn't bother taking your bra off as he just pushed you in the matress by your throat as his hands quickly dragged down your body and started pulling your panties down and dropped them on the floor. He took his shirt off over his head and threw it away, exposing his gently muscular pale body. His cold, slim fingers traced down your lower tummy, barely touching it, making you quiver. He moved them down on your inner lips, gently rubbing between them as your precum coated his fingers.

"Wet already, hah." he chuckled out, low and sinister smile curling on his face.

"You really are a whore, did you just got wet or was it when you were entertaining that weretiger?" he asked in spiteful tone which made you look away, still embarrassed and guilty.

"No.." you barely whispered out and he just pushed his two fingers inside you making you gasp out. He moved them slowly, stretching you out as he curled them up, pressing your sensitive spot inside making you moan lowly. He started moving his fingers in vigorous pace which made you bring your legs together but he quickly pushed your knee away as he extracted his fingers, string of your juices connecting them with your wet cunt. He swiftly pulled his boxers down and pumped his cock for a few seconds and positioned it in line of your entrance, slowly pushing it in, making both of you gasp out. His pelvis kissed your pussy as he went all the way in, stretching you out completely. His hands were on both sides of you and you gently grasped his wrists as he started slamming his cock inside you. He was laughing cunningly as you started whimpering out, your grip on his wrists becoming tighter as he kept unusual, vigorous pace inside you. His cock stimulated all your sweet spots inside as his tip kept pressuring your sweetest one, your g-spot and making you whimper out desperately. He was groaning out through small, malicious laughs.

"So, did you have fun with making me jealous?" he asked you through breathy groans as he slammed his cock deeply inside, making you gasp out and move your upper body near him from the intensity which he quickly stopped by pushing you down with his hand. He snaked it around your throat as he kept looking at you, frowning, but his lips curled on the side.

"Tell me, you fucking cunt, did you enjoy that?" he said weakly, but in firm tone as soft groan leaving his throat as he started moving his hips faster. You grabbed his wrist of a hand that was around your throat as you barely shook your head, muffled whimpers leaving your throat as your legs grew weaker from forceful thursts. His balls kept slamming on underside of your pussy, making wet, loud claps, slightly bruising your skin. He was deep inside you, relentlessly moving his hips back and forth, making you lightheaded as he kept pressuring your sensitive spot.

"Speak up, slut. You are barely being fucked." he spat out as he once again slammed his hips into you, his cock reaching the deepest spot, making your eyes roll back in your head as you let out sharp moan. He swiftly moved his hand off of your throat and moved it next to your head, balancing himself better as he started vigorously thursting inside you. Tears formed inside your eyes and slowly rolled down your cheeks as your hands looked for any type of support trying to switch your focus away from burning heat and mixture of pleasure and pain inside your wet, drooling cunt.

"N-no." you choked out through mixture of sharp moans and whimpers.

"Then why did you do it?" he asked in slightly broken voice, but sharp tone, making you forget everything for a second, looking at his eyes that didn't meet yours. He started moving in even faster, more forceful manner, making you buckle up as loud moans left your throat. He was groaning out in low tone, looking down at your chest with anger showing in every line of his face.

"I- I-.." you tried to choke out words.

"I-it was ju-just a.." you choked out through deep breaths as his cock kept constantly pressing your sensitive spot, making you desperate for release.

"I love yo-you." you barely gasped out through messy, loud whimpers.

"Hah, save that for someone else you fucking slut." he spat out through a groan, his eyes finally meeting yours, filled with mixture of anger and lust.

"Did you enjoy his attention? Do you wish he was fucking you right now?" he asked you in spiteful tone as his hips kept rocking inside you, he was close to his orgasm, but didn't plan on stopping regardless. Tears kept running down your face from intensity, your lower tummy filled with pleasurable pain as he kept stretching you out and overstimulating your g-spot. Your skin was deeply bruised from his balls at this point, making you whine out anytime they would smack on sensitive spot.

"N..no." you whimpered out and bit your lower lip as your pussy became sore and overstimulated.

"Whore and a fucking liar. You really have no shame, as expected from a common slut." his voice was breathy but still very spiteful, but it made your walls tighten around his cock as you looked away in embarrassment. He slowed down his movement for a brief while, not as rough as before, but still consistently pressing your sensitive spot. You were whimpering out as he swiftly grabbed your jaw with his hand.

"You have one minute to explain yourself before I ruin this desperate cunt of yours." he spat out, frowning as small drops of sweat rolled down his pale face. He slowed down his movement completely, making you sigh out.

"I thought it would be just a harmless joke." you said, looking away from him, eyes filled with embarrassment as your face grew hot.

"I didn't think it through. I don't have an explanation." you choked out as Akutagawa's frowned face didn't change.

"But I love you, I promise it meant nothing. You are all I need Aku." you said through a soft whisper as your hand gently cupped his cheek.

"You are the best." you smiled gently as his face softened. He closed his eyes as small smile curled on his face, slowly softening the grip around your throat as he moved his hand to the side, balancing himself. You waited for his response, slightly nervous.

"It doesn't change the fact you are a slut, so I will fuck you like one." he said as his eyes lowered, immediately picking up the vigorous pace with his hips, relentlessly thursting inside you, once again consistently pressuring your g-spot. You moaned out sharply as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in more. He groaned out at sensation of your wet, throbbing cunt as small amount on sweat dragged down his face, dropping on your cheek. His hand grabbed your thigh, squeezing it tightly as he slowly moved up, making you quiver and let out small whimpers. He swiftly unwrapped your legs, putting one on his shoulder, thursting deeper inside you. He was groaning as his balls kept slapping your underside of your pussy, his tip kissing your sensitive spot. You covered your mouth with one of your hands, barely muffling down your loud moans as your other hand gripped the edge of the couch trying to sustain intensity that was filling up your lower tummy as Akutagawa kept his relentless pace. He squeezed your leg tightly, leaving red mark behind as his other hand found its way on your lower tummy. He gently pressured it, his thumb immediately resting on your clit, making you whimper out in your hand.

"That weretiger will never get to experience and feel you like this, do you understand me?" he asked you through sharp groans, as his face frowned once again, pressuring your lower tummy more as he felt himself moving and thursting inside you on his palm. Your pussy clenched around his cock, making him twitch and moan out in return.

"No one will. Only me." he said in sharp tone as his hips started moving a bit faster, making you let out loud, breathy moan. He started moving his thumb around your clit making you quiver and clench yourself around his cock tightly, loud groan leaving his throat.

"On-only you-u." you said through breathy moans as his thumb kept moving in the same pace as well as his thursts, making heat build up inside you quickly as he kept stimulating all of your sweet spots.

"No one..no one else." you said weakly as his thurst kept relentless pace and his thumb kept stimulating your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm. He twitched inside you due to your words as load of his warm precum spilled inside you.

"Fuck. Not yet." he groaned out as he kept moving his hips, moans and groans mixing up and leaving his parted lips. You clenched around his cock tightly as your legs started shaking. You could feel your orgasm approaching and gripped edge of the couch tightly. Your moans and Akutagawa's groans filled up the room as he kept thursting inside you and his thumb still stimulating your clit in pace you loved the most. You could finally feel your sweet release, moaning loudly as your orgasm washed all over you as your leg tried to wrap around Akutagawa weakly as you reached peak of your orgasm. Loud, needy groans kept leaving Akutagawa's throat as your cum coated around his already overly sensitive cock as he was holding himself back from further release. Your pussy pulsated around him as you slowly started coming down off of your high. He moved his thumb away from your clit, pressuring your lower tummy with his whole hand.

"Fuck, let me fill you up like you deserve." he groaned out as he kept thursting inside you, breathing messily as his groans filled up the room, completely muffling down your whimpers due to how loud he was. You felt him twitching inside you as his thursts became messier and slower. You felt load of his warm cum filling you up inside as he started choking out his groans, his hands moving down your hips, grabbing them tightly as his fingernails digged in your sensitive skin. You bit your hand from sensations as he slowed down his thurts, part of his cum drooling out of your pussy, breathing quickly and loudly as he was riding out his orgasm. He thursted one more time, deeply inside you and you twitched, sharp moan leaving your now parted lips and he slowly pulled out, trying not to make a mess and laid next to you. You were both calming down your breathing and you slowly turned around to him, placing your hand on his chest.

"Are you still mad?" you whispered out, observing his face.

"No." he said quickly, looking at the ceiling.

"It doesn't seem like that." you said in concerned voice.

"Did you really mean what you said?" he asked in his usual voice, as his gaze moved towards you.

"Yes. I really did." you said in comforting tone as your hand moved away from his chest and cupped his cheek. He looked deeply in your eyes and nodded, closing his.

"I love you Aku. Only you." you whispered out and he turned his head, leaning in closer and placing a small kiss on top of your lips.

"I love you too." he choked out in softer whisper which made you giggle a bit. You pulled him closer as your arms and legs wrapped around him into a huge cuddle.

"Just a little while. Then we will take a bath." you whispered out softly and Akutagawa nodded as his arms wrapped around you, both of you closing your eyes and enjoying each other like this.

Ranpo Edogawa

Making Ranpo jealous wasn't exactly your brightest idea. You thought you were slick with flustering Poe left and right, praising his books, his outfit, the way he writes, how smart and intelligent he is. You truly thought all of this but in a friendly manner, however you added slightly flirtatious tone to it as three of you walked home. Ranpo didn't say anything, keeping his eyes closed the whole time as his hands picked on the fabric of his pockets, trying to ease up the annoyance he felt. It wasn't like Ranpo was jealous, he saw right through your foolish attempt however he couldn't help himself but feel abandoned and deprived of attention and praise. You were finally saying your goodbye to Poe as you parted ways, Ranpo and you entering your shared apartment. He was awfully silent which was very unusual for him and you could feel your tummy burning as uneasiness risen inside rather than funny, excited feeling to tell him this was just a little, meaningless joke. You couldn't even think of anything to say in order to break this tension. Ranpo went in the bathroom silently and left you alone with your racing thoughts. Ranpo wasn't jealous, no, he was just painfully annoyed that you even thought this would work on him. However, as he slowly opened his eyes and took a look in the mirror, he started questioning the situation. Could it really be that he wasn't good enough for you anymore? There is no way, he would know if something was happening, he always does, doesn't he? Frustration started rising inside him as his deduction kept failing him to make sense out of this situation. All knew was that he was frustrated, annoyed, hurt and maybe...just maybe slightly jealous. He was always the one to receive your praise. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 one to receive your praise. On the other hand, given the fact this is most likely a foolish joke, he was offended that you would even think you could play with him and his emotions like this. You were pacing around the room in the meantime, finally sitting on the couch, trying to calm down and think how to fix this. Ranpo came out of the bathroom and went directly to the kitchen. He went to grab something sweet, trying to relax himself and you couldn't help yourself, but walk over to him.

"What are you doing?" you asked shyly.

"Eating. Isn't it obvious?" he said in sharp tone as he took a bite of small chocolate. Fuck, he was mad.

"Can I get a bite?" you tried to cute your way into his heart, maybe that's how he will forgive you.

"Sure. Ask Poe to buy you some." he said as he finished his chocolate bar. You scoffed and opened the cabinet but he swiftly smacked it with his hand, closing it forcefully.

"Are you being for real right now?" you asked him slightly irritated at his behavior.

"You have Poe's number, don't you? Maybe message him to buy you some nice candy once he earns enough money from his delightful, intelligent works as you said." he was as sharp as before, at this moment his eyes opened, giving you an annoyed but firm look.

"Oh come on Ranpo, don't be a baby." you said in annoyed tone.

"Don't be a whore." he spat out as you opened your eyes widely, he was never this spiteful before towards you.

"Excuse me?" you said in slightly shocked voice, raising your eyebrows.

"You heard me." he kept his tone and he could feel that everything inside him was burning with anger.

"I can't believe you. Okay, yeah, it was stupid but you don't get to call me like that." you stepped closer to him, as your hand rested on top of kitchen counter, trying to stabilize yourself from all shakiness that was haunting your body in this very moment.

"I get to call you whatever I seem fitting." he said in firm tone as his face came closer to yours. You kept looking at each other for a few seconds and you could see right through his frowning expression and firm, green eyes. He was hurt deep inside and you felt awful about it. Ranpo wasn't thinking of his hurt right now, all his head was filled with was how hard he wanted to take anger out on something. Or someone. He looked at you as small smirk covered his face, leaving you confused. He closed his eyes for a split second and as he opened them, you could see lust lurking inside them. You swallowed loudly, still confused about what happened just now.

"You are right. Let me make it up to you darling." he said in slightly softer tone as his hand softly cupped your cheek, soft blush appearing on your face as he leaned in closer, his lips touching yours as he spoke.

"Take that pretty shirt off for me, will you?" he whispered in your lips as your hands followed, like they were hypnotized by his voice. You took it off over your head and dropped it on the kitchen floor.

"Good. Can you do the same with your bra?" he whispered in your lips once again, making you tremble. You could feel your core getting warm and leaking on your panties. Ranpo wasn't usually the type to take any initiative or rather to be demanding one. This was an interesting change and you loved every second of it. You undid your bra and slided it down your arms, letting it drop on the floor. He smirked devilishly as his next order set place.

"Be a darling and take off your pants as well." he ordered, this time his lips slightly away from yours as he observed your body. You took of your pants and as you got out of them, you kicked them to the side. Ranpo's green irises moved down, tracing every curve of yours. He stepped towards you, his hands gently grasping your hips as his lips moved on your nipple. He gave it a quick lick, making you quiver, and swiftly sucked it in between his teeth. He started sucking on it more rough than usual as he pulled you in by your hips. You could feel his cock slowly getting hard and pressing your lower tummy as his sucking of your sensitive nipple made you whimper. He moaned in it lowly, sending tingling vibrations through your body that made you whimper as he slowly pulled away, moving his attention to your other nipple. Your hands tangled in his hair, grasping it softly as he sucked on your sensitive areola. You whimpered out under his rough movement as his fingers traced under sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down. He slowly dragged them down your thighs as he pulled away from your nipple, making pop sound. Your panties dropped on the floor and he kneeled in front of you as moved his fingers between your thighs, softly brushing on one of them as he finally reached your wet cunt. He slowly rubbed between your inner lips, coating his fingers in your leaking precum. You whimpered out as your hands still grasped his dark locks. He slowly brought his wet fingers to his mouth, taking a quick, kitten lick. He moaned out due to the taste, making your core become warmer. He swiftly got up and rested his hands on your hips as he positioned you on the counter, your ass touching cold edge.

"Sit on it." he ordered in teasing voice as his low eyes looked at you seductively with no traces of anger anymore whatsoever. You obeyed and positioned yourself on the counter, placing your hands behind you and narrowing your hips and making your pussy nicely exposed for Ranpo's lustful gaze. He stood between your legs, parting them more by pushing your knees as he slowly moved one of them on your drooling cunt. He swiftly teased your entrance for a second and pushed two of his fingers inside, curling them up to pressure your sensitive spot. You moaned out and threw your head back as he started moving more them vigorously, his lips parted and eyes filled with desire.

"You are so wet." he whispered out as he slowly extracted his fingers and observing bright juices on them. His cock became even harder now, it was one of rare moments where Ranpo experienced an urge to destroy and ruin you. To punish you. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement, his cock growing bigger than you ever saw it before. His tip was messily coated in precum and Ranpo positioned himself with your entrance. He moved his tip up and down, coating himself more in your leaking juices, his mind growing hazy. He swiftly pushed his cock inside, making both of you moan out sharply. He grabbed your hips tightly as he started moving his hips in relentless pace. You whined out due to feeling of sudden stretching and his tip pressuring your sensitive spot. He whimpered out and bit his lip as he kept slamming his cock inside you. He leaned his head forward, his teeth biting into your collarbone as be tried to supress his whines. You gasped out at harsh sensation as one of your hands grabbed his clothed shoulder tightly. He whined into your skin, his soft and warm breath making you shiver as he kept relentlessly thursting inside you. You felt him on every sweet spot inside of you, making your eyes fill up with tiny tears as you felt him harhsly twitching inside you, making you quiver. You moaned out as he slowly pulled away from your bruised collarbone and brought his lips to your ear.

"Tell me." he whimpered out as he desperately thursted inside you in vigorous pace.

"Wha..what?" you whimpered out as tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot inside you.

"Tell me." he whined out in needy voice as he started moving faster, making your eyes roll back from pressure and stimulation, loud moans leaving your parted lips. His fingernails digged deeply inside of your hips as he tightened his grip. Kitchen was filled with your moans, his whines and fast, wet, clapping sounds. You couldn't think properly, Ranpo was never like this before. Ranpo also knew he was never like this before and that's why he needed to know.

"Tell me I'm good." he whimpered out as you felt knot of heat blossom inside your tummy from his words. He kept his vigorous pace and you could barely speak up.

"You..ah, are-" you whined out as you felt his cock twitch harsly inside you, pressing your g-spot. You dropped your head forward, your lips resting next to Ranpo's ear.

"Good. You are good." you said weakly as your legs started shaking so you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you making both of you groan out.

"More." he whined out as he kept his vigorous pace inside you, making your fingernails leave a deep mark in his shoulder as you moaned out.

"You are good. You are amazing, Ranpo." your voice was soft, breathy as whimpers kept leaving your throat. He moaned out, his hips still moving at relentless pace as his cock twitched inside you once again. You clenched around him making him bite into your neck harshly as he let out a whine muffled by your skin. You let out sharp moan as tip of his cock kept relentlessly pressing your g-spot.

"You are too good. You are the best." you whined your words out and you could feel Ranpo twitching inside you with each praise. He was still painfully frustrated with everything that has happened and swiftly moved away from your bruised neck.

"It didn't, ah-" he whined out as you clenched around his cock.

"Seem like you thought that when you were being a whore." he chocked out through whiny voice.

"I am sorry, it was stupid." you whispered out through a weak voice.

"It was." he whispered out as he started thursting inside you even faster and moved his upper body away, creating more space between two of you as his hand rested on your thigh. He swiftly moved his hand and placed it on your lower tummy, his thumb drawing messy circles on your clit. You gasped out as wave of heat spreaded in your lower tummy.

"Yeah, you are so good." you whined out as you threw your head back. His cock was relentlessly thursting inside you as his thumb stimulated your clit in perfect pace. He twitched again at your praise, his release coming closer.

"Keep going, you are such a good boy for me." you kept praising him through breathy moans making his cock pulsate inside you as he completely forgot about what was he even mad about, completely drunk by this moment. He kept twitching inside you, his hips still keeping up relentless pace, his tip kissing your g-spot as his thumb kept stimulating your clit. You felt heat build up inside your lower tummy as your orgasm approached.

"Don't stop." you whispered out as your head fell forward looking at his cock getting in and out of your throbbing cunt.

"I am so close, you are doing so well for me baby." you kept whispering out your praises and you could feel Ranpo twitch inside you as he kept his pace up. You wrapped your legs around his hips weakly as you, with few more seconds of his cock thursting inside you and pleasurable movement of his thumb, finally started reaching your orgasm. Ranpo was whining desperately as your hot, wet juices leaked on his sensitive cock. You kept whimpering out as your orgasm reached its peak, tightening grip on Ranpo's shoulder. He moved his hand off of your lower tummy and grabbed your hips harshly as he desperately fucked you. You were finally coming down your orgasm but everything inside you was sore making you overly sensitive. Your hand went into Ranpo's hair, harshly pulling his bangs as he whined out.

"Good boy, you were so good." you praised him weakly as you felt lightheaded from all sensations. Ranpo was close to his orgasm, desperately and relentlessly thursting inside as high pitched whines kept leaving his throat.

"I, ah-"

"I want to fill you up please."

"Let me..ah, let me do it. You are mine, I want this to be mine." he whined out his pleading sentences.

"It's yours. Do it baby, be a good boy for me." you whispered through broken moans as Ranpo started pulsating inside your sensitive cunt. His eyes filled up with little tears as he thursted roughly. He started whining out inconsistently, through small sharp breaths as he finally filled you up with load of cum. You twitched from pressure of being filled up by his warm cum as he kept whimpering out, slowing his pace down in messy thurts as his cum leaked out of you. He let out one last sharp whine as he started coming down off of his intense orgasm. He slowed down his movement completely and slowly pulled out, cum leaking everywhere as his head fell right onto your chest. He was breathing sharply and quickly as you stroked his hair, calming down as well.

"I am sorry once again, I promise it will never happen again my love." you said through a whisper as his arms wrapped around you. He closed his eyes.

"How can I be sure?" he asked in his usual tone as he finally calmed down.

"Hmm, how about we clean this mess up and I bake you brownies that you love so much as a promise I will never joke like this ever again?" you whispered as your hand kept stroking his messy hair.

"It was a stupid joke, but I accept it as a peace offer." he kept his usual voice and squeezed you tightly.

"I know it was and I am sorry." you whispered once again as your arms wrapped around him.

"Now let's clean this up, shall we?" you said softly.

"No, let's stay like this a bit longer, please love." he whispered and you smiled softly and nodded as two of you cuddled for a bit, spending rest of your day cleaning, taking care of each other and enjoying sweet brownies.

Kunikida Doppo

Kunikida and you had healthy relationship, he was always open and communicative about his needs and desires and expected from you to do same. You knew he was an idealist therefore he tried keeping those standards in his relationship as well. Jealousy wasn't really your thing, nor his on that matter, neither of you never really had a reason to be jealous because you deeply trusted each other. However, today you decided to see how can you push his buttons by flirting with Dazai. Three of you were only ones left in Agency office, finishing up work..and Dazai was being punished for making a mess so Kunikida was already stressed out. Dazai was a bit thrown away when you first started complimenting his brown hair and saying how brown is your favorite one, how you love little curls he has rather than fully straight hair. Kunikida looked up at you, his gaze slightly annoyed but he was focused on the work so he didn't say anything. Dazai quickly caught up on your little joke and started acting all flustered, complimenting you back and calling you 'his little belladonna'.

"I think you overworked yourself today Dazai, you should go home." Kunikida said firmly as eyes shot him an irritated look.

"But I was just getting started on how my belladonna has prettiest eyes, Kunikida~" he whined out in teasing tone and you giggled.

"I heard. I think she will be okay without that, we have a lot of work so I suggest you leave now." he ordered him firmly.

"Fine~, belladonna, think of me." Dazai sighed out and quickly brushed his fingers on your jaw as he stood up and slowly walked out of the office. He was satisfied since he could leave early, but even he could sense the tension created in the room behind him. You acted innocent, typing out reports on your laptop as Kunikida kept staring at you, his eyes low and sharp.

"Explain yourself Y/N." he said in slightly rougher tone than usual.

"I just like his hair, nothing to explain." you said quickly as you didn't even bother to look up at him. He stood up and walked up to your table and swiftly pushed down the screen of laptop, almost smacking your fingers in the process.

"What the hell are you doing?" you yelled at him as he stood tall in front of your table, his hand still firmly pressing closed laptop.

"I can ask the same." he said in sharp tone, shooting you a disapproving look. You looked down at your lap trying to think how to get out of this one, now realizing you went overboard.

"I have nothing to say." you whispered out, trying to keep up your facade. Kunikida walked around the table and stood next to you, his irritated presence feeling heavy on your body. You still haven't looked at him but his gaze was piercing through your entire being.

"Stand up." he ordered and you looked up at him swiftly, not even thinking about it. You were confused but you stood up slowly as you gave him questioning look.

"Look me in the eyes." he ordered in sharp tone and you did, feeling insanely uncomfortable now.

"Do I make you unhappy? What is this? Am I not doing something correctly?" he was still painfully irritated but also genuinely not understanding what happened between Dazai and you.

"No..it's not that." you said shyly as you looked away.

"Eyes on me Y/N." he ordered and you looked at him, soft blush spreading on your face.

"It's not that." you said once again, at this point embarrassed to admit as you felt bad abour what happened.

"Then what it is? Hm?" his tone was still sharp as he grew more irritated from having to pull words out of your mouth which he never had to do before. Your fingers nervously played with his thin red bow as you couldn't keep looking at him, trying to somehow get out of this situation. He brought his hands up, one lifting your chin up as his other one swiftly moved your fingers away from his bow. You blushed as soft heat built up inside you as you were looking at him. He was irritated, just wanting to let it all out, he was thinking how he should've let it out on Dazai but that's not possible now. He knew what was possible though.

"Fine. I know one way to make you speak up." he said sharply and before you could process it, his lips were on top of yours, his tongue swiftly finding yours as he kissed you roughly. You gasped lowly in his mouth as your hands wrapped around his neck, his own hands sliding down on your hips as both of you turned, your back pressing on the wall. His kiss was demanding, rough and you could feel his cock softly pressing on your body as it grew harder. He swiftly pulled away and looked down at your shirt, unbuttoning it in one quick movement as he started leaving messy bites all over your collarbones. Your hands wrapped around his cheeks as you let out small whimpers. He moved up to your neck, placing few fast kisses as he moved small portion of your skin between his teeth, sucking on it greedily. You let out a soft moan as he left a little mark behind, his lips now brushing on your earshell.

"Turn around." he ordered, his voice sharp but shaky and you obeyed, his hands swiftly pulling your hips towards him, making you arch your back slightly. He undid his pants, opening his button and pulling his zipper down as they fell down on his ankles. He followed with pulling his boxers down exposing his hard cock as his two fingers moved between your panties and wet pussy. He moved his fingers up and down, his cold fingernails stimulating you slightly and making you quiver. His other hand was stroking his hard cock as he pulled your panties aside, aligning himself with your wet folds. He slowly moved his tip up and down, his foot gently pushing your making you spread your legs more for him. Your hands were on the wall as you awaited his next move. He swiftly pushed himself inside, sudden fullness making you moan out sharply and clench your hands into fists. He gasped out in deeper tone as his hands grabbed your hips roughly and he started thursting inside you. His movement was medium paced making you whimper as he let out small groans.

"Tell me. What happened there?" he asked through a breathy voice.

"Noth-" you tried to say but loud moan left your parted lips as he fastened up his pace, intensely stimulating you. You tried your best to stabilize yourself by pressing your hands harder on the wall as he kept relentlessly thursting inside you, consistently pressuring your g-spot.

"Try again." he groaned out his words out in low tone as he slowed down his movement letting you speak properly.

"I already did." you said through shaky, breathy voice. He completely stopped his movement.

"Maybe you are truthful, sluts don't have explanation." he said in sharp tone making you turn your head towards him wanting to say something but he started thursting vigorously inside you, his balls slapping your clit making you quiver each time as loud moans left your throat.

"I-I am not..ah, a slut." you choked your words out through moans. Kunikida slowed his movement for a split second as he spoke.

"Oh yeah? Then why are being fucked like one?" he said sharply as his grip on your hips became tighter and he continued thursting inside you vigorously. Your loud moans and his low groans filled up the room as he kept his relentless pace and you kept clenching around him. He spanked your ass harshly leaving a red mark behind making you groan out. He pressed his fingernails deeply inside your skirt, grabbing all the skin of your hips as he started pulling them to meet his cock. Your hands were getting weak as his cock kept stimulating all sweet spots inside you.

"I-, I am sorry." you said weakly through broken whimpers.

"Speak up whore." he groaned out as his pace stayed the same. Tears formed inside your eyes as you looked down at the floor, biting your lip harshly.

"It was ah-, a joke." you cried out as he started twitching inside you, further stimulating your wet, sensitive cunt.

"I am sorry." you said weakly as your body started twitching and shaking from all sensations inside you. Kunikida stayed silent but kept his rough pace up.

"You are all I want." you kept crying out as soft tears rolled down your face from your sore cunt being in desperate need of release.

"You are all I need." you whispered out but it was loud enough for Kunikida to hear that as his cock started pulsating inside you. His grip on your hips softened as he slowed down his pace making you gasp out from sudden loss of friction.

"That was beyond stupid." he said in sharp voice as his balls kept gently hitting your clit as his tip kissed your g-spot.

"I know Kuni, I am really sorry." you whispered out as he sighed out. He closed his eyes for a second and he could feel annoyance still lingering in his chest and he swiftly picked up his previous, rough movement. You whined out at sudden friction as groans left Kunikida's throat.

"I will fill you up like a little whore you are." he said in less sharp tone.

"Would you like that? For me to fill you up like a little whore?" he groaned as you clenched tightly around him and nodded shamefully. He scoffed as one of his hands snaked around and went under your skirt from the front. He started making small circles on your clit with two of his fingers making you whimper out at sensation.

"I need you to cum for that first." he whispered as his torso rested on your back, pressuring you slightly further into the wall as he kept thursting vigorously inside you hitting all your sweetest spots as his fingers moved in the pace you loved the most. You clenched around his cock making him let out sharp, shaky groan in response. Office was filled with both of your moans, whimpers and claps of wet skin. His cock kept pressing your g-spot perfectly as his skilled fingers sent shivers through your body. You felt gentle heat build up inside you as your legs started shaking more, your orgasm slowly approaching. Kunikida was close himself and let out sharp groan as he kept twitching from your wet cunt leaking precum around his sensitive cock. Both of you were unable to think properly, at this point only desperately focused on approaching release. He kept his pace inside you and as he started moving slightly faster on your clit you went over the edge, your orgasm building up and with few more seconds you felt it finally bursting inside you. You let out desperate moans from your intense orgasm, your knees getting weaker. Kunikida was whimpering sharply behind you, his cock getting coated in your juices as you kept clenching and relaxing around him as you started coming down your high making him twitch hard inside you. You finally calmed down as he moved his fingers away from your clit, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling it harshly.

"I am going to fuck a baby into you, do you want that slut?" he spat out through heavy groans as he started moving even faster, his cock overstimulating you inside, making you whimper out. You barely nodded due to his harsh grip and he let go of your hair as his hand went back on your hips, keeping you in one place as he kept thursting and chasing his release.

"Fill me up, please." you pleaded as his cock pulsated at your words. He was so close to his release but kept his pace firm as his hands grabbed your hips tightly and loud groans left his parted lips. He thursted few more times and finally reached his release, load of his thick, warm cum filling you up inside making both of you whimper through sharp inconsistency. He slowed down his hips, pulling in and out of you slowly as he fucked his cum inside of you trying not to spill anything. You took a deep breath as he extracted his cock carefully and pulled your panties back to cover your pussy. You stood up and adjusted your skirt as Kunikida pulled you into a tight hug, making your eyes go wide as you got surprised but your arms quickly wrapping around him as you smiled softly.

"At least pull your pants up before hugging a lady." you giggled out as Kunikida let go of you, nervously pulling his boxers and pants up. He looked at you slightly embarrassed, earning more of your giggles. You hugged him tightly as one of his hands played with your hair.

"Don't do that again." he said in worried but soft tone.

"I won't, it's a promise." you whispered out and looked at him as he leaned to place soft kiss on your lips.

"How about we leave and go treat ourselves with a nice, long shower and movie marathon?" he asked you in his usual tone, his gaze filled with love and care.

"Oh? Kunikida Doppo wants to skip work after he had sex in the office? It's like I am describing Dazai." you giggled out as he shot you a sharp look.

"Don't compare me to that lazy and promiscuous man." he looked at you firmly as you giggled out.

"Sorry, sorry. When you said for me not to do that again, did you mean make jokes or make you jealous?" you asked as you looked him in the eyes, still hugging him.

"Both. You are not good at either my love." he teased you which was unusual for him but you kicked his thigh with your knee making him pull away from the hug as he smiled softly.

"Damn your reflexes. Can we go now?" you whined out playfully and Kunikida nodded, hi lips curling into a soft smile. He came next to you, his arm wrapping around your back as two of you left the office.

"I love you, you know?" you said as big smile covered your face.

"I do. I love you too, darling." Kunikida smiled softly as two of you went home, enjoying rest of the day together.

Thank you for your request and I hope you liked it and enjoyed!! :) <3

Huge thanks to everyone for all the support and kindess you showed me, as well as patience! :) <3 special thanks to my friends for motivating me and believing in me, i love you all beyond words <3

I truly do deeply appreciate it and huge kisses on the forehead for everyone hehehe <333

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[lynnielovestlou]

au where abby and reader try to break up :( emphasis on try because they just can’t stay away from each other :( they keep talking and updating each other on things until its too much :( and they get back together :)

(i put my whole back into this pls be nice)

꩜ cw: no smut! abby x reader , reader works at a plant nursery , use of pet names

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the breakup was rough, to say the least. abby was your first everything. your first kiss, your first girlfriend, your first time, and your first everything. letting go of that was the most heartbreaking thing either of you had gone through.

for the first couple of days post-breakup you could hardly eat and sleep. your bed felt so cold and so empty without her next to you. you even made a lame attempt to line some pillows up to make it seem like she was there. and for a moment, it worked. but her warmth wasn't there for you to wrap yourself in. her heartbeat wasn't there to listen to. and her arms weren't there to hold you.

despite the fact that you were no longer together, you still talked. but less than you usually did. so many messages went unsent, so many calls you hesitated calling.

the first time either of you said something to one another was when you texted her about the job you had been wanting for months. she knew how much you wanted to work at the plant nursery down the street from your apartment, even before you split up. so when you got the email after your interview saying that you got the job, your immediate instinct was to tell abby.

"i got the job!" you had texted her.

"thats so amazing, sweet girl." she responded so quickly that it made you think she was anticipating you to text her, "i'm proud of you."

and just like nothing had happened, you were smiling down at your phone, just like you were before you started dating.

but that butterfly feeling in your stomach didn't last long. it fizzled out when you remembered you were no longer with her.

over the course of a few days you chatted about little things. your first day at your new job. abby's dog, alice, catching a squirrel in her backyard. little, minuscule check-ins. nothing too serious.

until a week later.

"want to get coffee?" she texted you one day, while you were busy watering plants in your denim overalls.

it caught you by surprise, to say the least, but you knew it wasn't a date. just two friends getting together for a cup of joe. not romantic. strictly platonic.

no matter how much you wanted to run back into her muscular arms and re-familiarize yourself with her touch, you couldn't. you shouldn't.

"sure." you text her shortly, without the need to ask which coffee shop or what time. while you were dating, you went every week to the same coffee shop at the same time on the same day and ordered the same drinks.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟthat weekend ｡┈┈⋆

the second you walked through the doors of the coffee shop your nostrils were filled with the scent you missed so much. freshly brewed coffee grounds and warm pastries. the faint sound of chattering from the patrons enjoying their own treats.

and there she was.

sitting at a two-top table, two drinks in front of her. she was already looking at you, as if drinking in your image. even though you were devastated and still a little heartbroken from the previous events of your relationship, you did a good job at finding distractions. which is probably why you don't look quite as miserable as she does.

"hey." she greets you as you sit down across from her, "i um.. i ordered the drink you usually got."

she remembered.

the mug was still warm, so she couldn't have been here long.

"thank you." you nod your head once, "you didn't have to do that."

"its no big deal." she shrugs, taking a sip of her coffee. black coffee, to be exact. you never understood how she liked the bitter taste of it, "how have you been?"

"good." you answer quickly. so quick that she has a hard time believing you. in reality, you were good. but you weren't great. you would never admit to her how you would accidentally cook too much food, because you were used to cooking for two people. you would never admit how many times you've accidentally set the table with two plates instead of one. how you would say 'i'm home!' when you walk through the door, even when nobody was there to listen, "i'm uh.. how about you? how are you?"

"im alright." she says.

but not good. you tell yourself in your head.

for a little while the two of you just chit-chat back and forth, talking about nonsense for half an hour before you notice abby fidgeting. she can't sit still, and you have a gut feeling you know exactly what's wrong.

"sweetheart, i cant keep doing this." she finally breaks, interrupting your rant about how you hate one of your coworkers.

"wait, huh? did i say something wrong?"

she shakes her head, glancing around the coffee shop like she's afraid to make eye contact with you, "we shouldn't have broken up."

oh.

your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, "what?"

"i need you more than i thought i did. i miss you."

you stare at her, eyes wide and lips slightly agape. you wanted to hear these words, but you never thought that you ever would, "are you.. are you serious?"

she nods her head, looking back at you.

"abby, i... i dont know."

"baby." she breathes deeply, desperate for your forgiveness, "dont make me beg."

you exhale, your cheeks burning crimson. you had waited so long for one of you to finally say something about the breakup. you waited so long for one of you to speak up about the need for the other.

without another moment of hesitation, you lean across the table, boldly smashing your lips into hers.

she tastes sweet, just as she always had. she was wearing coffee and the mint chapstick you left at her house and she never returned it, because she liked being able to have your taste with her.

she smiles against your lips, baring all her teeth. when you both pull away you can see her little dimples on her cheeks, the skin underneath her freckles a light shade of pink.

"so.." she says, folding her hands together in her bulky lap, "is that a yes?"

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[charliesgoodboy]

♠︎tom kaulitz(2007-2008) x male reader(nsfw)

♠︎genre: smut/song based

♠︎song line: "if she can't handle that then i'll let her suck my dick, and her man is coming back so you better make it quick."

♠︎warning(s): domtop tom kaulitz, gagging, slight cum swallowing, tom is a little rough(but thats only because wait nvm im spoiling), blow jobs, cheating, tom does not like gf, and the gf probably does not like tom, OH tom is amazing at aftercare(i might just..)

♠︎a/n: YEA U KNOW WHO U R U PIECE OF SHIT YOUR GFS ALWAYS SUCKIN ON MY DICK LIKE A SLIM JIM STICK

this wasn't right and you knew it, you had a girlfriend who was in your own band! you loved her dearly yet sometimes others could be tempting. sometimes, others could fill in the hole that had never been filled.

which was tom kaulitz himself, it was all supposed to be a one night thing like toms usual hits, but to call you 'different' is an understanding. "no one has to know..not even that woman of yours." he was so persuasive, made you believe it would really just be once.

the both of you thought wrong, "just once." bullshit. yet here, for at least the fifteenth time you were put on your knees in front of him, his fingers curled into your hair keeping you almost to the base of his pelvis, making it difficult for you to breathe.

you had told him that you were still sore from about a week ago, apparently he was fucking his anger out on you but fuck the aftercare was almost everything you could ask for.

"through your nose," he moaned out, you were trying but god you barely could. at times you'd try to move your head back so you could breathe a little more, and taste him a little better.

his hips thrusted foward a little, the back of your throat feeling all the more cramped as you tapped his thigh, signalling he needed to let you go for a moment. "aw..but i'm almost there." he teased smirking down at you, the bastard. "fine,"

he gave in letting you go, more so pulling your head back on his own his fingers still tangled with your hair. "go on, take your breathes." he wasn't done with you, when he said he was almost there he meant it.

unfortunately, your girlfriend texted you. the front of your phone had her message sent, saying she'd be on her way back soon. well shit, this just made tom all the more excited.

"look," he laughed, moving his hand from your hair to your chin to make you look at him open the message, showing it to you. "your little girlfriends coming back." you tried to grab for your phone back exclaiming,

"tom! we have to stop this is–" he tossed your phone somewhere else, making you cringe hearing a small crack. "ah ah, i'm not finished yet remember?" he usually liked finishing what he started.

"back down," he watched as you went back down on your knees, a satisfied look on his face. "think," he forcefully put you back down on his length, enjoying the muffled yelp you let out your hands moving to his thighs again, squeezing them.

"she couldn't satisfy you like this huh?" he was right, and you knew it. to him, your girlfriend was just some chic you fake liked eating out, he knew you liked this better.

it was written all over your face even the first time. tom was the one controlling your pace, but still making sure you watched your teeth. spit had wallowed up at the back of your throat, having it spill at the side of your lips coating his dick as well. "yeah..i know."

he bit his lip, slipping his lip ring in and out as he was getting back to the moment before, cumming down your throat. but be had wanted to see something, it would be fine. he pulled you back off again, his head leaning back as he let out a loud groan finishing his load all over your face.

he looked back, loving the way he saw you swallow the bit in your mouth as the rest had been splattered across your features. the way some stuck to your eyelash making you half close that eye.

how the thick white liquid coated your cheeks as well, it almost felt as good as the other times. "fuck.." he mumbled still staring at you till your phone rang. again, you tried to get up and get it but tough luck for you.

"she can wait."

that poor girl yo💀 im sooo mf tired but ion wanna sleep😪 if there are any typos nu uh no there are not @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @secretivemessenger @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden @esthxio @vyloy @bloodyfennec @kitsune-yuhhh

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[blood-grove]

//body horror, monster! 141 + reader , death, gn!reader

other; c/n = callsign

a/n: idk how the military works neither do igaf much also this story was not planned this was just something i needed to get out of my system do nto expect it to be good

Shapeshifter!Reader whos always since they were a kid felt itch that there skin was ready to shed and peel like a snake, Who always felt like there body wasn't right had to be perfect flaws and all because that was human.

But they weren't human, weren't hybrid either.

The first time they had ever shifted they were eleven there Father in one of his moods again taking it out on there poor mother.

Something inside them itched at that moment hearing her cries there old dog bite injury felt like it was on fire now as they itched and scratched at it till the skin gave way giving the breathing room for transformation.

The next time they open there eyes they were being kicked there Mother sobbing as she screamed.

Father laid dead mauled beyond recognition.

Did you do that?

Why was she screaming at you?

You were kicked into the foster system the next day narrowly avoiding Juvenile detention your mother had given her last bit of gratitude by explaining to the police that you were defending her you thought she'd praise you after the police left.

You were packing your clothes that night.

You got a DNA test when you arrived due to your mothers alibi to the police.

Human.

They figured it too your mother being clearly traumatized and you sudden violent act of self defense could have made her see anything at moment.

Still didnt explain the injuries that only a dog could cause.

You were 15 when you had a good grasp on what you were.

By 18 you were barely you anymore picked pieces from other peoples faces and bodies till you felt like you looked normal.

By 19 your mother had passed the news reached you slow and the grief went slower.

By 21 you've already been in the military for a while now, If that means with a new face and body each time some higher up sticks there nose into your business then so be it.

Shifting from human to human was easy the more you practiced it.

More harder things like non-humans and animals were doable but animals were getting easier and easier.

You've tried been a K9 once didnt work out for long.

You've had a few nice call signs.

Few you quickly forgot.

[c/s]

Thats been nice to be called recently.

Oh.

Right.

You should focus your meeting your new task force.

Right.

We should focus.

Woof.

Heh.

Its been a few days and wow these guys were something.

Did you mention they were monsters?

Not in a negative way of course.

But getting to know them while they were around base was nice.

Gaz you felt was the easier to get to know the harpy felt open, Talked about how they've never had a human on the team before.

Nice.

Threw Gaz you got to know Soap, You felt like the man was holding back the calm energy around him felt forced at times as the days past both of them seemed to get to know you better and you got to know them better as well.

As for the Captain and Lieutenant you were honestly nervous,

Price had a welcoming aura to him his voice gruff and firm you warmed up to him soon enoug.

Ghost?

You tried.

And shuffled away every time he looked at you.

He noticed.

He noticed?.

You eventually did warm up to Ghost!

You realized he wasn't glaring at you for once and tried to talk to him it was..awkward to many silences but it was a conversation.

So you and him were okay.

Were you okay now weeks later slowly making your place into the team?

No.

You were itching beyond belief this wasn't a good sign—

Actually you didn't even know what kind of sign this was.

You had all just gotten back from a particular rough mission a few more injuries than you all would like you got a few stitches in your arm and every since you could just feel them moving.

Being shifted around stubbornly as if they were a dam in a river.

You couldn't do that here.

You were in the confines of your own room but what if one of them walked in?

Would they report you?

Get you kicked for the military?

Maybe if you could just shift slightly enough to easy the unease under your skin.

The sound of cracking bone was sure to grab attention.

But surely you could just pass it off as stretching?

You could not pass it off as stretching and you were currently hiding in the rafters near sobbing.

Gaz had came in to check on you and caught you half shifted you panicked and lunged at him or the door you couldn't remember you were pretty sure one of your bones were jutting out of your skin as it readjusted into place.

You didn't hurt him.

You were just hoping you could calm yourself enough to shift into something smaller and run away shift into a new person new age try again at childhood maybe?

Maybe you panicking too much?

There also monsters they'd understand?

You didn't mean to lie about what you were.

You just.

The fear of the unknown paralyzed you to afraid of what'll happen what people will think.

You know you could be a threat.

Someone able to take face and shape of anyone?

You could understand if you were saw that way.

But you didn't want to be seen that way.

Every since your mother stared you down in fear not admiration not even shock.

Fear.

You knew you could never let someone look at you that way again.

Not someone you cared about.

Maybe if you hid away long enough they'd forget.

Memories fade.

Faces fade from recognition.

But that's all what you wished what have happened.

Now you were in a awkward stare off with Gaz not to subtly watched your arm pop and snap back into place along with your head.

"I see I should have knocked.."

"Yeah you should have."

A voice of not your own replied.

You hated when your body was out of sync.

You were using the wrong voice again, rearranging your own brain and vocal cords was odd.

Odder when one of your new teammates watched.

"Are- Are you okay?-"

"No" Ghost's voice replied.

"Oh..I-..Er..Do you..need a medic I.."

"No" Your own voice replied finally.

"Can you please leave..My ribs are still not in place and I doubt you'd want to see how that works."

He left.

Probably to tell Price rather then not wanting to see you basically play with your own rib cage like tuning a piano.

a/n; idk where this was going i did not plan this out i just wrote it on a whim

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[luvrxbunny]

honey

Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You almost die, it makes Joel crave you. (It has nothing to do with honey he just calls you that a lot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, near-death, piv, unprotected sex, hair pulling, riding(idk if thats a warning?) (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.6k

A/N: This is much longer than intended and im not even sure its good. My apologies 

You and Joel are making your way back to Tommy’s community after scoping out some places for expansion. The town was getting a bit crowded and people were wondering about housing. You and Joel offered to scout some places because you guys knew the area better than most. It also wouldn’t hurt to have a little getaway with him. You love Ellie but you and Joel can’t be as affectionate as you wish because you’re both scared about how she’ll react to the relationship that’s been underway for about a year now. Relationships move much faster in this world, Joel had quickly and easily become everything to you and you to him as well, taking up the space left in his heart, making him full. 

The trip there was about as easy as you guys had expected, not coming across any infected, and no people, peaceful. 

The way back, however, was a little bit of an issue. You both had planned to be there and back by the end of the day. After looking through all the properties the sun had started its descent, which went against your plans to make it back in one day. You both agreed that it would be better to sleep than continue to walk around tired and in darkness. Luckily you guys are both smart enough to overpack for the trip so after picking a spot to set up camp you both tried to get some sleep, and Joel was successful. 

You toss and turn for hours, the ground is too hard to get comfortable, it’s so cold and the lamp you guys have won’t stop buzzing. All you can focus on is the sounds of the forest, the critters, the creepies, and the crawlies. You feel like you could suffocate in this tent. When you finally start to get comfortable enough to feel your heart rate slow, Joel groans himself awake. 

“Up already darlin’?” He asks with a rough voice that you at whine dramatically. “I didn’t fucking sleep.” He gasps at your profanity before chuckling. “Okay, honey. No need to get explicit. I’ll clean up camp while you sleep some more how ‘bout that?”.

Love blooms in your chest at his immediate help. You grumble a gentle “I love you” before falling into the darkness of sleep.

Joel chuckles softly and kisses you on the head gently before sliding out of your grip and out of the outrageously small tent. He breathes in the forest air, slightly damp from the morning dew. He admires the way the light casts through the trees beautifully, before getting to work. He cleans up everything non-essential while he cooks the eggs you guys brought and the only slice of ham. After packing up all the cooking utensils he looked around for more things to do. He packed up your water, even your bag before he woke you up. 

“Honey?” He speaks so softly that you almost don’t even hear him. He’s gently stroking your arm, trying not to startle you. He watches a soft smile grace your lips when he calls your name. 

You let out a high and raspy “Joel” before scrunching your face up and whining. “No, ‘m still tired”. You try to pull the blankets back up to your shoulders but Joel gently pulls them back down. 

“No honey, we have to get up now” He smiles adoringly at your frustrated whine “I made you eggs and ham” He whispers optimistically. 

Your eyes pry open. 

“There she is,” he says proudly. He pulls you up into a sitting position, hugging you softly for a few moments before rubbing your back and pulling away. “C’mon, let's get out.” 

After you both get out of the tent, Joel watches you shimmy your way over to your plate of food. He watches you inhale the steam and smile. You look around a bit and Joel grabs silverware for you. “Thanks but, where’s your food?” 

His chest warms at your care, your concern. “I’m sorry darlin’. I was hungry”

Truthfully, all he had was an egg, using the other two and the slice of ham for your breakfast. You needed the protein more than he did. You gasp at him “Can’t believe you! Shame on you Joel” He watches you fondly as you mutter out another little “Shame”, and dig in. Joel waits by your side for approval, feeling satisfied when you groan out and nod your head at him.

He takes down the tent and sits by your packs, waiting for you to finish eating. He goes to grab water only to find his canteen empty, you guys know the area, Joel knows where the river is. 

“Hey honey, you eat up, I’m gonna go an’ get some water from the stream” You nod at him a bit dismissively, as all your attention is focused on trying to cut your ham in half with a plastic fork. He nods toward you before grabbing the canteens, and his gun, then he sets off. 

He gets to the river quicker than expected and excitement shoots through him briefly at the thought of getting back to you sooner than expected. He shakes his head at the feeling as he opens up the first canteen. Twenty-two years ago he boarded up all emotion that could get him hurt. Then Joel met you and you tore them apart, releasing all the most dangerous ones, hope and excitement… 

love. 

He worries about you all the time, that’s evident in the way he lets you sleep in, and relax back at camp while his old knees cramp to bend down to the water. He chuckles at himself, the sacrifices he makes for the people he loves. He’s not worried about you currently, he’s thinking about what you look like, all bundled in your sleeping bag, nibbling your breakfast with sleepy eyes. 

He’s smiling, as he moves around in the stream, trying to find a nice cold spot of water to fill your canteen with. He knows how much you appreciate it, he wants to see that smile of excitement when you realize it's cold. He finally finds a freezing spot and happily fills up your canteen. 

He forgets that he positioned himself with purpose before. He forgets to do the same after re-arranging himself. 

His lousy ear is now towards you. 

He doesn’t hear the rustling. 

He hears your scream. 

It rips through him like a serrated blade, stabbing and tearing his skin. He’s running. He doesn’t know when he started but the forest blurs around him as he races in what he has to assume is your direction. He’s never run this fast.

He’s never heard you scream like that. 

His mind is racing at what he’s expecting to see; your crumpled body covered in blood, a disgusting infected looming over you. He thinks about how to kill it, he lives out a lifetime of possibilities before he arrives at camp.

He sees you frantically pushing an infected off of you. He raises his gun at it in a split second aiming to shoot, kill… to protect.

“JOEL” His gaze snaps to yours with the way you say his name. His gun was still pointed at the infected. His eyes analyze your figure, assessing your injuries, looking for a specific one. 

“Joel i-it’s already dead, I killed it” 

He notices your hands. They’re covered in blood and his heart all but stops. He falters, dropping his gun to hang off of him.

“Joel I’m okay” You speak cautiously, knowing how this must’ve rattled him. You’re in shock, still staring at the infected body on the ground, not even noticing the realization he’s come to.  

Joel watches your bloodied hands, shaking his head. His mind is racing, blaming himself. 

He shouldn’t have left you. You didn’t even ask for water and now you were going to pay the price of his selfishness. If only he had been faster, he could've gotten to you sooner. If only he had all of his hearing, he could've heard it coming. He could've protected you if only he had been smarter, younger. His self-hatred rages in his head. 

He grabs your wrists, and only then do you realize that you’re bleeding. You immediately know why.

“Joel, no,” You say firmly. “Joel, look at me. I’m fine” You try to assure him but his gaze refuses to leave your hand, focused on where your blood is pooling and spilling over. 

“Joel! Hey, you got water right?” He doesn't respond. You reach to grab his canteen but he refuses to let go of your hands. Your eyes are back on him. He’s lost in thought, his eyes are inspecting every inch of your hand. As if he’d somehow understand what happened if he looked hard enough. 

“I am so… sorry” The way he says it breaks you. His voice is weak yet it still breaks. It’s soft and breathless like all the air has been punched out of him. It’s sullen, distraught, and hollow. 

You rip your hands out of his and he’s left staring at the empty ground. You open the canteen and drench your offending hand in more water than necessary before shoving it in his face, tears welling in your eyes at the pain you caused him. You place the container on a stump before turning back to him.

“Joel, I’m okay.” You say it with as much assurance as possible. You want him to know you mean it, you’re not just comforting him but he refuses to look up. His mind is running wild again. He hears you call his name the second time, the emotion in your voice is painful. He looks up to see your clean hand. He grabs it quicker than you can process. He’s inspecting harder than he was before, refusing to believe his luck. 

You’re fine. It’s just a cut.

“I couldn’t cut the ham so I used my hunting knife… stupid I know. I just- I got scared when I heard the infected. I flinched.” Joel hasn’t looked up from your hand this whole time. You’re embarrassed that such a small mistake caused so much commotion, all the useless stress you caused Joel. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, not wanting to see how he is looking at you. Would he be upset? Angry? Annoyed? You go through all the possibilities while staring at your dirty laces.

You feel water hit your hand. You look up at Joel to see his eyes crushed painfully shut, tears falling from them despite it. You think, if your blood wasn't still rushing in your ears you’d both be able to hear your heart shatter.

Joel has never cried in front of you, not in the two years you’ve known him and not even when you guys became intimate. He didn’t cry when he told you about Sarah, he got close once he started to tell you about what transpired the day after but that was mainly because you were “silently” sobbing into his pillow the whole time.

One blink and you’re on him. You crush him as hard as you can in your arms as he tries to hold back his tears. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him as tightly as he can. You feel his stomach tense against you as he holds in his sobs. That’s what breaks you, tears blur your vision and you sob into his neck, apologizing over and over. His head comes up to stroke your hair as he shakes his head. “You did nothin’, honey. You’re okay, that's all that matters”

“I- I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I made you worry and I-” Joel pulls your face from his shoulders and presses his hands on both sides of your head firmly to calm you down. The silence making it easier for you to process your thoughts. 

Through Joel’s thick hands, you can hear his muffled voice talking, “Honey, calm down. I’m fine. You’re fine. You have nothin’ to worry about, ‘n neither do I. Everythin’ is okay.” 

You focus on his deep voice that you can feel in your bones, his rough, firm hands putting the perfect amount of pressure on your head to keep your feelings and thoughts together. 

You feel your breathing slow as you look into the brown depths of his eyes, studying the different hues in the sunlight. You notice how pretty they are even with tears still sitting on his ducts, waiting to fall. His adorable nose is all red and ruddy. You place your hands on his forearms and pull him in. Your lips press against his and you can taste the salt of his tears, it makes more run down your face. You pull away from Joel and his thumb immediately strokes over your lips. A shuddering breath leaves him as he pulls you in for another bone-shattering hug. 

You hear him take a deep breath before he whispers against your ear, “Thought I lost you darlin’. Don't know what I would’ve done. I can’t go on baby, can’t li-” You rip his head out from where it was pressed against your neck and look into his eyes fiercely. 

“Do not say that Joel,” He goes to try and bury himself again but you push him up again. “I’m so serious right now. You cannot let anything take you off this planet, especially when there is a little girl who still needs you.” You feel like he has dug a knife into your chest at the thought of him… doing that. 

“I know, honey. I do but… jus’ feel like nothing would be the same. I’d never be good again. You make life so… I dunno, I-” Joel searches and racks his brain for a way to express himself. He never was good at this. He never knew how to verbalize his feelings, and you know, you understand. 

You pull him in for another kiss before looking him in the eyes. “I know, life would be so dull if you ever left me,” You tell him sincerely, understanding how he feels, his brows furrow before he starts nodding at you while pulling you in for another kiss. You pull away to hug him again but he quickly grunts out “No” and pushes his lips against yours again. 

He just needs comfort and you’re leaking. Pervert.

He kisses you with everything he has, gripping your shoulders tightly against him. He pulls away confused, “I-”. You pant at him as he shakes his head and kisses you in again. A moan slips from him when he pulls away again, putting distance between the two of you this time. 

He’s tense, staring at the ground. You watch him closely, trying to figure out what he’s thinking. Then you see it, pressing up in his jeans, straining the fabric against his thigh. 

He’s so fucking hard.

You almost laugh out in shock. Unable to believe that Joel is feeling the same way you are. He’s perfect for you. You feel your underwear dampen uncomfortably as you shift your weight. You watch his jaw clench and almost whine out. 

“We should start headin’ back.” Joel growls out. 

He won’t look at you, he’s ashamed at how badly he wants you. He can’t help it, the adrenaline coursing through him, the thought of losing you has him craving you now. He cannot let you know how he’s feeling, you’d never understand, think that there’s something wrong with him. He can’t look at you, see that shocked, vulnerable look on your face.

You’ve been watching him, your eyes raking up and down his body. You watch his eyebrows twitch, and his eyelids flutter. You watch his muscles tense and his cock twitch within his pants. 

“Joel”. His eyes snap to yours, dark and passionate. He watches you intently, waiting for you to say something. He knows that tone, the way you said his name; he recognizes it. He’s doubtful, however, there’s no way you’re feeling how he is, it’s simply impossible. He tries to even out his breathing while acting calm and normal. Until you gently tuck your bottom lip under your teeth.

You watch recognition flash in his eyes as he slowly inhales before meeting your eyes. You have a mean smirk on your face, amused at his desperation. He huffs out a laugh at your expression, “C’mon, honey. Don’t make beg for it.” You laugh at him and close the distance. “I wanted you to ask but-” You cut yourself off by pushing your lips against his. 

You slide your hand down from behind his head and down his chest, taking your time feeling his body. His stomach tenses against your hand with a grunt when you get there, gripping his sides softly before unbuttoning his pants and pushing your hand inside. 

You hear him groan painfully when you stroke the outline of his cock in his briefs. “Baby- honey, I- fuck”. His head drops against yours, his hands on your hips. 

You can feel him panting against your forehead, with soft grunts flowing out of his lips as stroke his cock through his briefs. Then you slide your hand into his underwear. “Oh fuck, no honey- shit.” He moans into the kiss on your forehead before pulling your hand out of his pants and kissing your lips gently. He separates from you and takes a deep breath before moving his canteen off the stump and sitting down.

Joel unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out, the tip leaving a spot on his shirt where it slaps against him. He gasps softly when he starts stroking himself, looking dead at you. You’re captivated by the sight. The way his chest heaves and his face scrunches, “Come ride me, honey.”

You remove your pants as fast as possible before standing over his lap. You place one hand on his shoulder and pull your panties to the side beginning to lower yourself onto his leaking cock slowly, taking your time, but he can’t wait. Joel pulls you in, hugging your belly to his face and he yanks you down, shoving himself deep inside you. You guys moan out in unison and Joel buries his face in your chest while thrusting up into you, his hands gripping your hips violently. His hips are meeting yours faster than you expected, causing loud moans to tumble from your lips. You can feel him smirking against your boobs, his lips pressing on them lightly. Your hands come up to his hair and pull it roughly prompting a moan to rip out of his throat as he looks up at you. 

His eyes are hazy and clouded with lust, “Again, honey, please that felt so good.” His eyes are rolling up into his head and his hips are pressing up into yours. You keep your hands gripped in his gray and brown locks, watching his face contort in pleasure. Joel moves his hands from your hips, coming around so his thumb can press against your clit, the rough texture of his thumb creating perfect friction when you grind your hips against his. “Sweetheart, I gotta feel it”

You moan at his words, falling over him and burying his face in your chest and he begins to rub your clit. You continue moaning, sounds of his name slipping out every now and then, he groans into your chest hotly. You can feel his warm breath spreading as he moans for you. “I need- fuck me- to feel you cum on me, honey.” He feels your wetness dripping down his cock, sliding over his balls and he punches his tip into your cervix. 

“Fuck J- Joel, ow that- shit.”  Your voice devolves into a whine as he keeps pounding into you. He presses against you again and again, abusing that spot deep inside you. He’s grunting out praises as you moan, limp in his lap. “Can’t believe how wet this pussy is, honey,” He moans out when his hips stutter against you. “Can’t believe I almost-” 

You crush your lips to his before he can finish, turning his words into moans that release into your mouth. You grind your hips quicker, his thumb moving faster over your most sensitive spot. Your body tenses against him and your pussy sucks him in. “I love you Joel I-” a moan rips from your lips for a moment before Joel is covering your mouth and cumming. 

He presses his huge hand against your mouth, his thumb gently stroking over your chin as his eyes slam shut. He grunts out softly, his body convulsing, folding against yours. You’re in another plane, you hear him moaning your name distantly but all you can focus on is the pleasure exploding between your legs, on the hip where his hand pushes you down on him, even against your lips where his fingers reside. 

A sharp exhale leaves your mouth as your body basically collapses on him. He chuckles breathily against your ear before kissing your cheek gently. He pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your nose sweetly before moving to your lips. You pull away from his lips and smile at the light blush across his features. He looks at you with a soft grin while he catches his breath, his cock softening within you. You clench on him with a gasp when you feel his cum start to slide out of you. Joel laughs and kisses you on the forehead before pulling you off him and placing you on the stump where he had just gotten up from. 

He pulls on his pants while watching you stare up at him dreamily, worrying your lip between your teeth. He brings your pants over and puts them on for you, doing the same with your shoes and your pack. He knows you could’ve done it yourself but he loves that you indulge him and you love when he dotes on you. 

You guys stand and he kisses you softly, full of love and adoration. “Let’s head on home hon’.”

You smile up at him before taking his hand and following him, wherever he may go.

Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

A/N: This one switches perspective quite a bit! I'd really like to know if it's okay? Not confusing or anything?

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[ultra-raging-ghost]

Just saw your post about demon trio GAAAHH they are my Roman Empire. The moment when Mouse approached Bad when he was brain resetting in a little patch of flowers he placed down, how close they shifted to each other, it felt so ALIEN and and and cool and I’m so NORMALLL. And when Tina splashed herself with perfume and when she had that role play moment when (idk if it was canon or a character) she was SO OBSESSED with going to heaven, I think she was born a demon, and SOMEHOW acquired religious trauma along the line probably as a child. Born a demon left at an orphanage door idk and they made all the kids go to church or something and Tina was OBSESSED because it gave order and meaning to her life but she was a demon and-

Ok right questions. Sorry, gah I love demon trio. I need an arc where Mouse and Bad get together and try to help Tina. Love how Bad hides the fact he’s a demon not because he hates himself for it (maybe a little) but because he’s a recognizable wanted fucking criminal. Where was I going with this again?

Do you have any thoughts on them? ;v; (sorry for rambling in the ask D: )

AAAA I LOVE LONG ASKS LIKE THIS

okay i TOTALLY agree with you have so many thoughts, i was literally just thinking the same thing last night!!! The absolute difference in upbringing as far as the demons really shows in how they act and i have sooooo so many thoughts about it!!!

So first off, i dont really know how old mouse is in terms of her lore but as far as BBH is concerned hes fucking weird and is constantly alluding to his existence extended FAR before the universe even existed, hell even time and space, we dont actually know what the fuck his deal in full is actually!!! What we do know is he was summoned to Earth roughly eleven to fourteen thousand years ago!

Mouse gives us not as much age-wise from what ive heard but she has expressed that she considers two thousand year olds to be "baby" not quite baby but like VERY young! (I have a personal HC that bad's summoning let loose a new age of demons, maybe not all at once but very quickly so mouse would probably be over ten thousand years old)

Tina gives us absolutely NOTHING she doesnt like talking about her demon ancestry aside from hiding it (when bagi said mouse taught her how to smell demons tina quickly panicked and doused herself in perfume, etc etc. nothing super explicit from what ive seen but im relatively new to her lore). But i personally have a hc that shes roughly three thousand years old, coming into existence around the Middle Ages in 1000 CE. That might seem extremely young but honestly thats what im going for for her!!! super extremely young!!! and born around the time when Catholicism was popular!

In my mind, they all have very much different reasons for acting the way they do and im soooooo ill about it

As a BBH main i have the most information on him so ill be talking about the lore i know from him first before getting into the other two lovely ladies!! So what we've heard from BBH is that he prefers to "hide" his demonic features and "blend in" with humans as much as possible if he can, obviously he doesnt do very good at this but hes old as shit and very powerful so like who's gonna tell him??? From what we've heard of his lore, Bad is the cause of a LOT of minor and major disasters in history; Mt Vesuvius (who he named after a dead lover) exploding, the plague taking out most of europe (which he was a plague doctor for), and alongside other major things theres some minor events as well! Small wars he's been present in such as the HG war he was in with cellbit very recently, various other wars he eluded to that he recalled "blended together" because there were so many, that time he went to medical school for 15 minutes just to do brain surgery on that president on a boat.... he also knows a lot of major historical figures and hes been EVERYWHERE, we actually have a rough timeline of where he's been and when just based on who he knows. He knew not only the fucking guy who created the study of viruses, HIS ASS KNOWS ISAAC NEWTON..... and i think once he alluded to knowing goddamn adam and eve, maybe even being the snake in the goddamn garden. Considering its cannon to his lore that he was the angel locked beneath the euphrates river i wouldnt be surprised at that point.

All this to say: Bad has been present for and had an active hand in a LOT of major and minor disastrous historical events, and hes repeatedly talked about how people would chase him with torches and pitchforks - even referring to that activity as "therapy" and said thats the reason he doesnt believe in therapy, because it hurts and doesnt do anything for him except get him running.

Bad does not personally feel shame about his demonic features, he's used to hiding them (or at least intending to.... hes doing a bad job at it) for his own personal safety, because his role as >>>>A) a demon and B) the fucking ferryman of death<<<< brings him a LOT of negative attention. Negative attention that he's had to deal with ALONE for a majority of his existence, up until about fourteen thousand years ago.** (**A major event i feel caused a new era of Demons, we will talk about it more through the post)

Moving on to Mouse; i mention bad's role as a demon having an affect on negative things around him because i honestly think that applies to all or most demons. I don't know much about mouse's lore, but i do know shes proud of her heritage to some degree, is unashamed to tell people shes a demon, and will even actively teach people things about her species (Bringing back Bagi again - We know in cannon Demons smell like Sulfur, its been stated pomme and dapper and bad and mouse and tina all smell like it, and we can assume empanada also does or is starting to).

I, to some degree, think the beginning of her existence was much more accepting and inviting, while bad dealt with his negative experiences alone, and tina had her own upbringing we'll get into, Mouse came into existence during a "Dark" age, when bad was summoned to earth there was a wave of the newest generation of demons being spawned into this world(not in a "father of all demons" way but more in a "large expressions of magic often lead to a ripple affect of more magic" way). A lot of shit probably happened, im not insane like badboyhalo im not gonna research what happened but theres probably some kinda major event that happened. Demons born around that era probably had some kind of support system or way of existing that was underground enough for them to not be wiped out, but they had enough freedoms that mouse and others probably felt comfortable enough to express demonic traits.

I like to think this was the era of her life that had the most influence over her existence, that she was created with pride and will ALWAYS have that pride in her species, it may be dampened but it will never go away fully!*

*I like to think shes experienced maybe some shame over her species when it comes to minor historical events that shes contributed to by just being present, but it very rarely lasts longer than the event itself.

Tina, as far as im concerned, is the youngest of the demon trio aside from their kids. I kinda write her akin to Amethyst from SU, her existence was very recent and she was alone with very little or no initial support system, she was brought up thinking she was "wrong" in some way, her teeth and nails were too sharp, and she has horns and sometimes her skin has a purpleish hue to it that make other people think theres something wrong with her. She has a VERY obviously christian/catholic upbringing which was brought to light recently in one of her conversations with foolish. She's always felt shame about her species and she probably would have continued if it wasnt for mouse and bad, but ESPECIALLY if it wasnt for Empanada.

I have my own thoughts on the demon babies that we'll get into later, but after gaining her daughter who is very much going to be a demon (two demon parents, obvious demon child lol) i cant help but wonder how tina's planning on pushing aside her feelings of shame to make Empanada feel welcomed and loved regardless of her species?

Tina's very young, of course shes seen some major events in history but shes never been raised in community, she probably didnt even know thats just something that comes with the horns until very recently! I can imagine bad and mouse joking and giggling about that town that they stayed the night in that caught fire the next day that they got chased out of a couple hundred years ago, and i can imagine tina being confused as to why they found that amusing, is that normal? Tina's always had minor disasters follow her, her home town very likely burned down or got sick following or preceding a major milestone in her life, and thats probably continued to happen over the thousands of years shes been alive! Being a demon brought up in a very anti-demon environment, whos to say she even knew there were other demons out there really? She was a curse from god, she brought nothing but poor luck and sickness to her household (which i agree with you she was probably residing in an orphanage), she brought it everywhere she went. I cant help but ask myself "did she feel relief that it wasnt just her, or even more shame finding out this is a common occurrence for demons?"

Now thats most of what i have regarding the parents but i have a few notes on the demon kids. I think all the eggs have some sort of demonic features, obviously bads a huge influence on all of them and they care about him as their tia so i draw most of the babies with horns and tails of some kind, but i am particularly focusing on Dapper, Pomme and Empanada, the three demon babies whos actual official parents are the demons.

I dont have anything too specific for them, but i do believe they will grow up to have an attitude towards their species akin to how Mouse acts.

Unlike other demons or even their parents growing up, they have a support system and parents to explain to them things that will happen to them as they get older! They'll have someone to come back to, who will explain "Yes, that village got the plague because you walked through it and the sulfur you spread supernaturally brought illness and bad luck. No, its not your fault in particular. No, you shouldn't stop going into towns and villages, its the 21st century and if they cant stop the plague by now then they were gonna die anyway"

When they inevitably get shunned by humans for their species, they have someone to come back to to let them know that that wasnt right, but its a part of what happens to people like us. Maybe some day we wont have to experience that anymore, but right now the most important thing is to not get caught, and come home to your Mama so we can give you bandaids for your knees and treat your wounds.

I'm so very invested in how the demon babies will be brought up by their parents, i hope we get more demon lore in the future </3

This turned into an essay, hope thats alright njkbhjvgchfg i have so many thoughts on them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[eyesxxyou]

Hey hear me out

Barista loser hobie?

Barista loser hobie who sees you in the coffee shop he works at one day and you soon become one of his regulars. The two of yall are absolutely smitten with each other but the other doesnt know. But either way he is so sweet but so nervous and gets so jealous when other customers of his flirt with you. Or when his workers will jokingly flirt with you or not tell him your here just to mess with him a but, its all for jokes. Just them being playful about his silly crush on you, thats until one of them accidentally spill something hot on you and the worker apologizes but hobie gives you one of his shirts after making sure you wouldnt be burnt from the hot drink you had. Thats the moment when you told him you liked him and keep coming to see him because of how much you liked him. He still gets jealous even when yall are dating finally about other customers even if you shove them off stating your happy in your relationship. It makes him happy though, especially when you fuck him in the back after hes closed the shop claiming him as yours and making him realize that you arent living him as you milk his cock. You tease him asking if he wants to be your baby daddy as you get him to cum inside you in the back office (so not near the food or any supplies you use to cook.) basically showing him that you only want him as you fuck him after customers were flirting with you, but you also do it when his customers flirt with him. Hobie immediately gets repulsed by them flirting while you get possessive and make marks on him more visible no matter what it takes. You get more violent and rough when your jealous or possessive, loser hobie loved that. Absolutely adores it whenever your riding him and he cums inside you still trying to apologize and beg for more of you as yalls cum mix together both inside you and on his cock.

Dilf loser hobie?

He becomes smitten when you call him for a meeting for how good his kid is doing in your class, you talk with how shes so proud of his kid and how hed done a great job of raising her. Talking about how much you love her and how kind and helpful she is for others. As you and him have a conversation about his daughter and he loves it as a single dad. Its been hard on him and he doesnt always get praise like that and ut validates him. You validating him has made himw ant you so much more to where with anything with teachers that needed help from parents hed give it. Need volunteers for christmas parties and shit like that at school, and snacks? Fuck hes there he doesnt give a shit. He is always there and he helps you amazinging, he also volunteers to help on fieldtrips and even if he cant volunt he goes on the fieldtrips as parents are allowed to do it. You genuinely love talking to him and he has your number since he needs to be able to talk to you and ask you questions. Hes definitely took advantage of that and now you and him text more on a daily basis whenever he cant see you. He is so utterly obsessed with you and his kid together or when his kid talks about you. He thinks this could be it as you care for his daughter and it seems you care a lot for him. And he is just absolutely smittened with you, like it floors him how good and sweet you are. God even as a loser he knows how to do a lot of stuff. And at parties and other stuff when he sees you bend over at all or in the slightest way he wants to be inside you fucking you from behind. His daughter is at a sleepover and he has been masterbating to the thought of you thinking how dirty he is. He has photos of you, some you dont know he has as he snuckily got them but he still did. He cums and whimpers your name as he is gripping his own cock as his hips jerked up when he came. He has to take some deep breathes for a little bit. God do you plague his mind though, he decided to go out and he saw you. He immediately went to talk you! And you were happy and accepted the convo with full arms, though it wasnt about school or his daughter, but just about yourselves. You talk about each other and learn more about each other, he then reveals he likes you and it puzzles you. You just smile at him and say you like him too but would like to build a deeper commection. He is surprised, he believed you were way out of his league, plus youd dont have kids would you really want to date an old man with a kid? Like your gorgeous, model worthy so he is worried and scared. He even says that to you and you say you dont care about all that, you say you find him incredibly attractive, just you also wanna get to know him better to see if morals align and what you want align. You state you dont care much if someone has kids, you say your fine with kids and even fine with ever having some of your own (wether its adopting or well birthing.) Thats all you care for and it makes him melt to be honest, he thinks your incredibly to good for anyone. He and you soon date shortly after and youve been amazing, he feels as if he doesnt deserve you and he gets upset when the other staff at school flirt with you, especially in front of him. But you calm him down and tell him you already have someone you love, you are so overprotective of him as someone told you to leave him and that he isnt good enough and you shoved it to them basically going in a rant that probably destroyed that whole persons career. You just love hobie so much and youve realize that, you love his kid as well who also loves you. I mean hell the kids already calling you mama/papa, so the kid already adores you. It only warms your heart with such a family like that. Its a small family in its own way and yall all go view Christmas lights together and it makes you three all so happy to be able to do that. Dilf hobie is extremely protective of you and his daughter though. He saw how bad men are to anyone, so he has an arm around your waist protevtively while his daughter is on his shoulders. (Text maxed out i cant continue my rant😭)

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Didn't know I needed dilf Hobie until now

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[cloudycleric]

heyy dude i’m watching ur podcast video rn and i saw some of ur posts about it can you please go more into detail about ur thoughts on this charming man and byler cus i feel like i’ve been screaming into the void about the smiths LMAO. i didn’t really get it w this charming man but i wanna see what you think 🙏

okay so im guessing youre asking for an explanation on this charming man & dont worry i have also been screaming the smiths into the void lately. okay so my thing with this charming man is like, it doesnt fit entirely into the perspective of either will or mike but there are certain parts that i think are just so fucking byler. i think mainly the admiration that the speaker has for the charming man is what really sells it for me; it is very very clear in the song that the speaker has a real deep & passionate admiration for him (& maybe even a crush but i dont think morrissey is ready for that talk yet & also, as a jewish person, he can go to hell.)

we got the first verse & ough DOGGIE this one is real byler coded. "puncture bicycle on the hill side desolate" could be a lot of things but the specific bicycle imagery sticks out to me a lot for obvious reasons i'm sure, originally thinking i was going to talk about how the lyric could parallel the swing set meeting since mike too in a way was left stranded looking for help during that moment before he went up to will,

BUT, i think it fits in even better when you consider will's absence from hawkins. "punctured bicycle on the hill side desolate" could also be imagery of will's bike, because god knows where it is now, & mike is seeing it just in complete misery.

the next line "will nature make a man of me yet?" okay when i tell you i have an interpretation for this one i MEAN IT. nature, in this line pretty obviously, refers to forces beyond one's control, & i once again think this is coming from mike's perspective (thought it could be easily applied to will's). okay hold onto your horses because this one is the wildest in the west

"will nature make a man of me yet?" – mike wheeler's internalized homophobia makes him unable to view himself as a real "man." by the forces of nature taking will away from him, perhaps he views this as a way of the universe trying to make him "man up" or whatever. i know that one makes me giggle so much. it hits harder if you think about it in terms of mike's obliviousness because ough thats so good, but it also can apply to will in the same way now that he's been separated from mike. but im sorry from mikes perspective it hits so much harder

OKAY now we're moving to will's territory. the next line i want to talk about is "why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?" a big theme in this charming man is how the charming man is of a very higher class than the speaker, which can definitely be said about will & mike. so, this could be explaining will talking about how mike's situation is different than his, i have a deeper better explanation,

i think this line could refer to "why think about all the fucking shitty things ever when mike is so great." it's super implied in the show that mike & will always turn to each other when theyre going through a rough period, or that mike is always protective of will/wants to make sure that he's okay, so i think this may be will talking about why he should deal with the outside world, in terms of trauma or homophobia or whatever, when he can just chill out with mike & not have to worry about all that

okay, so. i don't want to talk about the "i would go out tonight" line because i don't really think it applies here & that's okay. but what i WILL go over next is the "this man said, 'it's gruesome, that someone so handsome should care,' " line because all i can think of when i see this scene is in s4 when mike & will are burying the body in the desert & will cant help himself but stare at mike. it's probably really "gruesome" (fucking AUGHHHH terrible) that someone as handsome as mike should care about him & his problems when he thinks that the probability of them getting together really sucks. even though his personality is great too, mike is a very good looking guy i will say myself & i have also thought this since i was a youngin. so the way that he is just so beautiful to will & also to anyone with eyes makes it even worse to be pining over him because god, he's just so fucking pretty?

"jumped up pantry boy, who never knew his place" once again talking about the difference in class between the speaker & the charming man. though i wouldn't go as far to describe will as a pantry boy. but guess what? will never knew his place until after he found mike.

okay finally the last two lines of the chorus but i analyze them out of order;

the "he knows so much about these things" is like OUGH that is VAN SCENE BEHAVIOR. i could 100000% see mike going "will knows so much about these problems i have & exactly how to fix them" or whatever, & in a metaphorical way you could make the argument that will is trying to communicate something along the lines of "return the ring" but trying to get a 1:1 match for that line is a bit tricky & a lot of a stretch since will is trying to convince mike to go for it, BUT what im trying to get at is that the line could parallel how will is giving love advice to mike in the same way that the charming man does to the speaker, & the speaker is as entranced with the charming man as mike is with will

I HOPE THIS ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION! i should really organize this into a manifesto or something

#byler #stranger things #will byers #asks #mike wheeler #byler theory #byler analysis

[sillyrabbit81]

Ohhhhh Any and all information on number 1, of course.

And then number 2 and 8, if you don't mind.

I read Sherlock and I was like 'yay'. Then I saw 'shy' and I went 'awwww'. Then I saw 'sex worker' and I almost fainted... So... jdfkjdfksldkfjsf

Okay so I'm going to just go straight under a cut and get into it.

The Brotherhood... Well its a damn saga... There are about 5 titles in my docs with some variation of TFWB Ch 18 because I have rewritten the start so many times. But I think I have finally settled on a beginning, I have an ending of the chapter written... just need to get the smut out but that is a where the real struggle begins.

Here's a sneak peek: (still rough and not completely edited)

Apparently, a handshake wasn’t enough for Sy and he drew Marshall into a tight hug, of which I was in the middle of. I had not expected to be in a Brother sandwich tonight. The idea struck me as both immensely funny and yet arousing. I bit my lip as I turned my head back into Sy’s chest and tried to focus on not laughing and not how fucking amazing it felt to be held by both men. My thoughts went back to the first night I had met the Brothers, to that dingy, cheap motel room and the shower with shitty water pressure. Back to my first sexual feelings about the Brothers. At the time, the thoughts were fantasy, I never actually thought that’s what I would ever want. But now…  All too quickly Marshall took a step back.  I didn’t like that. I didn’t want that. I reached blindly behind me and found Marshall’s arm, I gripped it tightly and wrapped it around my waist before I snaked a hand around both Brother’s backs.  For a moment both Brothers were frozen in place. I wanted so badly to know what they were thinking, but I couldn’t make myself lift my head and meet their eyes. So I just held them tight to me, Sy’s chest against my chest, Marshall’s chest pressed against my back. The silence dragged on, neither moved for what felt like forever, I don’t think either of them took a breath.

Number 2 is an ask from my milestone game from nearly a year ago... I have so many of those to do and I feel terrible about how long its taken me. It's also had a few iterations, and is really only in point form, but its about a woman who Sherlock met on a case and she made him pay her for her time. He keeps coming back to her with more questions and she starts to suspect that he doesn't actually need to know the answers to the questions and that he might to be too shy to admit he'd like to use her services... its not completely fleshed out yet.

Number 8 is basically the old trope of being caught breaking rules and being busted by August and he makes a bargain with you to keep his silence... Its also not very fleshed out on paper, only a few paragraphs and disjointed dialogue, but its a common fantasy in my head 🤣

I don't know if its what you expected, but yeah, thats what I've got.

❤️ Rabbit

#ask sillyrabbit81 #raccooneyedrebel #wip game

[twigs-sprigs]

the post seabound lloyd comic for the wip thing? 👀

okay. so this one is. i need to explain first before you read. i will say that the ninjago rewrite kai and me have in our heads is supposed to be a little more "mature" than the show. it contains some darker themes and some more realistic behaviors from certain characters. ( this post will contain themes of grief and addiction. trigger warning right here.) so, my friends and i have recently finished watching seabound (as one does!) and @shadesofvermillionvoid and i...well... we CANNOT stop having ideas about things that would happen in that year gap post seabound and pre-crystalized in our rewrite/headcanons i saw the first episode of crystalized, and i was like.. hm... i wonder why kai hasnt gone like.. full sad again like he went red shogun last time someone dear to him died.. like thats his sister.. whats up with that and i went to my friend kai, the one mentioned earlier in this post and i said... hey. what if... kai. actually got... therapy! what if, he had promised to himself. that he would NEVER go back to the pain that being the shogun had caused him. what he took a step back and looked at himself and said "i. i need help. this is too much and i need to talk to someone." so, kai does get therapy (good for him!) he gets a new job, that of training little kids, because kai loves taking care of kids! thats been apparent this whole time, so he takes up this job that makes him happy! and kai's.. getting better! he's handling nya's death as well as he can. he has his rough moments but he kept the promise he made to himself and to his family. meanwhile... lloyd... well. lloyd isnt getting better. at all. no, in fact, hes going downhill and he's going fast. he moves out of the monestary for the first time, he abandons his identity, that of the green ninja, he stops being a leader. he stops caring about the things he thinks define him. he stops caring about his family. he just...cleans windows now. he can't be responsible for anyone. ever. again.

so well, lloyd knows he needs help too. but hes a little bit more.. uh... sloppy. about getting said help. he starts taking anti-depressants, just. medicine. maybe... a little too much of it. and kai. doesnt know that yet. but he wants to be there for his little brother. they meet one day and he sees how disheveled lloyd looks. he sees how out of it he is and how different hes behaving. and... well, when kai says the words "Little brother" to this.. broken version of lloyd. Lloyd doesnt take it well. they have a fight, a fight that results in lloyd saying that he's not kai's "brother" but, kai still tries to be supportive he messages lloyd every day he tries so hard even if hes hurt he cant let lloyd destroy himself like he did one day he even gets an accidental call from lloyd, and helps him though panic before swiftly leaving the next morning. and he still texts lloyd every day hes still trying until...

well until lloyd stops seeing his texts. ------ FUN FACT! i actually made this to show kai the IDEA i had of it. because as you can see i am HORRID at explaining and i just go on and ramble!! so i didnt wanna do that and this is my only other way of expressing myself. its not a GOOD comic and it was never made to be good. it was just made to show kai what i had in mind BDWJKWDW with lloyd breaking his phone specifically

#ninjago #tw addiction #tw blood #tw injury #tw grief #digital art #art #drawing #twigs art #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #kai jiang #lloyd ninjago #kai ninjago

[hellcatinnc]

Brothers Conflict Fuuto Asahina Review

Includes Spoilers

So I wanted to do a review of Fuuto based off the game on PS Vita as well as the anime. I will eventually get around to do some of the other routes but I figured if I didn't post this I wouldn't get to it for awhile.

I started off hating this little shit from the anime however I will say in some of his close moments with Ema did bring a different vibe at times that I found myself somewhat attracted to him but still hated him. Not gonna lie sometimes I found his interactions like in the elevator on the ova pretty fuckin hot. I think it was a pain that a younger brother was more of a ass but after playing the game I realized he really is nothing more than a tsundere. Also the vampire scene was also pretty hot but I have a thing about vampires anyways.

Then I went to play the game and omg he started off as a ass again but damn he started doin sweet stuff and I couldn't help but start to love this guy. He would buy ema stuff without her asking and snuggle her why he watched his favorite movies with her. He would grab her hand and hold it when she didn't ask and tell her he wanted her to stay with him all night in his bedroom yet not sexually. Yes he still had his cheekiness to him with his sexual things but its funny as time goes on you really get to see why he doesn't let people in. He is so used to people wanting something from him all the time or wanting him to do stuff for them that he doesn't recognize when someone just wants to know him and expects nothing in return.

His story is sadder than you think because without getting close to him you never realize he works so much, has a weird schedule so doesn't see many people, and people want him to be something he really gets tired of being. He puts on a fake smile and persona for everyone but he is actually rather lonely. This is why he can be so bitter and even though sexually he likes to make comments I have come to learn its a coping mechanism for him I think he is so lonely that with even a sexual connection to someone he would gladly embrace. However you find that behind all his comments he will say he is joking but I think its more so you don't suspect of him just wanting to be close.

At times he tells Ema in sleepovers he just wants her to hold him all night. These are the moments you see the genuine side of Fuuto and how lonely he is. When he opens up to her about his wants of being a actor you can see such a happiness in him of sharing this with someone. Honestly at the end of of it all I really think I have grown to love Fuuto quiet alot used to be he was barely on my radar now he is in my top 3 guys now. Now I love tsundere's so maybe thats why I loved his character in the end but I also just wanted to understand where he was coming from.

He bought her gifts and took her to sweet romantic places where it was just the two of them. You really saw him falling in love with her and as he did he started not being so rough and rude with her. He had his moments like anyone else when he had little sleep or a bad day. This being said he got where he would come to her when he needed someone to talk to. He even goes out of his way to tell her that she is pretty even more so than the women he sees everyday.

The confession of love he gives is so cute even though he is right about needing to stay a secret due to her being family and his career but you can tell he still cuts corners sometimes and forgets or just doesn't care because he wants a bit of normalcy that others get. You can tell if he could though he would shout it to the world and not care. He even goes the extra mile of going to public school to be closer to her more often which is so cute and he is so hurt when Ema makes the statement to a friend that she thought he just did it on a whim and I really think she hurt him by saying that and him hearing which hurt my heart.

At Valentine's day in japan the women give to men and Ema did give him something but he came back and surprised her as well with a gift of expensive chocolates that he waited in line for just to get her that are normally sold out, like how sweet is that. His christmas gift is a song he sings to her right in the middle of a stadium he can't come out and say its his sister but he apologizes for practically being a little shit and that he wanted to give this to her.

For anyone who would normally pass up on dating Fuuto I would say if your into tsundere's you will love him how over if you like sweet boys he really is one you just got to get past his outer shell and who he has to be for everyone else. I'm glad I romanced him all the way through he gave me a love for him I don't think I would have ever gotten just from the anime.

#anime #shoujo #shoujo anime #brothers conflict #otome #gaming #fuuto asahina #reviews #review #ps vita #playstation vita #fuuto #tsundere

[alittlebitofloveliness]

3, 4, 7, 9 (outsiders asks)

EEEEE thanks for the ask anon!

3. Favourite character outside the main seven

Tim Shepard! I feel like Hinton threw mentions of him and Curly in there as a sort of foil to Darry and Ponyboy's dynamic but I have SOOOO many headcanons about him (and Curly and Angela too).

PS. The only reason I said Tim and not Angela is because she's not technically mentioned in the book. Angela is my favourite outsiders universe character ever and since theres not enough content for her I've decided I have to make my own lmao

4. Rank the main seven

OOF omg ok this was a hard one

First, Steve. Probably seems really random and unpopular but I feel like theres so much depth to his character that there just wasn't enough book to provide. We know he has a rough background and a soft spot for Sodapop and that Ponyboy's narration of him is biased since he thinks Steve doesn't like him. Tbh tho I think Steve really does care about Ponyboy in his own way, it's just hard for Ponyboy (and probably a lot of younger readers to see). My love of Steve was kind of an evolution but I can firmly say he's my favourite out of the gang atp.

Second, Darry. My man was a 20 y/o whose parent died who had to give up on his dreams to raise two younger brothers who he loved so much the feelings bled off the page. He NEVER should have hit ponyboy and it was such an out of character moment for him- AS IT WAS INTENDED TO BE. I have a LOT of thoughts about him but as someone who has grown that I'm almost the same age as him I cant IMAGINE having gone through what he went through and dealt with it as well as he did. My man needs more recognition.

Third, Ponyboy. He's such a dumbass and a weirdo but so reltable and sarcastic and profound. He's a main character who never gets in the way of other main characters and he's so quintessentially 13 that reading his story when I was that age fundamentally altered my brain chemistry and I haven't been the same since.

Fourth, Johnny. He was the gangs favourite for a reason and such a good friend to Ponyboy. I feel like the fandom infantilizes him sometimes, which is partially due to Ponyboy's narration, but the book makes it clear he's a really tough kid who looks like trouble but isn't. He's such a prime example of how the lottery of birth can fuck up someone's life. He is so tragic to me because he never had a chance.

Fifth, Sodapop. I know he's a fan favourite and I'm not saying I don't like him, but he's just kind of...boring? imo. Like, not much there, and not as much depth as some of the other characters. maybe its because we see a lot more of him in Ponyboy's thoughts but I'm not curious about him the way I am about some of the others.

Sixth, Dally. He's not likeable- but he is, as johnny said, gallant. I know it was by design that he's mysterious but I wish we got more backstory for him. I've just never connected to him the way I connected to other characters.

Seventh, Two-Bit. Again, probably unpopular and I know he's a fandom favourite but to me his issues have always jumped out more than his redeeming qualities. His alcoholism is a hallmark of his character, and i think at one point Ponyboy mentions he's a dead weight on his family's finances. He also has a little sister that's Ponyboy's age thats mentioned like once? I just feel like he's kind of a deadbeat for his family if that makes sense.

7. Favourite non romantic relationships. i could (and probably should atp, whoops this got long) make a whole other post about this but:

darry and ponyboy's relationship

johnny and ponyboy's friendship

steve and sodapop's frienship

johnny and dally's relationship

9. Favourite scene/moment from the book?

When Ponyboy runs directly into Darry's arms as soon as he sees him at the hospital. Gets me right in the feels every time.

Bonus: the moment when that guy tells Ponyboy he shoudn't smoke and he's all confused, like why? theres not a no smoking sign? and the dude is just like uh? but youre a kid? it's just such a stark reminder that while Ponyboy has grown up sheltered in some ways he has absolutely not been in others and his background is really rough and agh it gets me every time its such a clever scene.

ANYWAY this got longer than i meant it to, whoops. Thanks ever so much for the ask :)

#the outsiders #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #johnny cade #dallas winston #two bit mathews #angela shepard #tim shepard #curly shepard #the outsiders asks

[onndough]

Sanji x reader (gn)

Note: I wrote this a super long time ago so there might be some inconsistency. Besides all of that enjoy :)

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Sanji x reader (gender neutral)

Another mundane week had passed, you wake up everyday preparing yourself for work, paying bills, and serving your civil duties. When all of that wasn’t on the plate, then living out the rest of your time doing whatever could keep your mind occupied from the undying boredom and dread that came with such a stagnant lifestyle was something to think about; the repetitive routine started draining your motivation and it brought sadness, as well as something new that you hadn’t felt,

loneliness.  

Time skip a couple of weeks 

The evening had just come so that meant you were finally off the clock from your shitty job; certifying docuements wasn’t even as terrible as you made it out to be but the people take 10 years off your life yet you can’t leave or demand better because this routine and lifestyle has become too comfortable for anything to change, nothing could possibly interfere and turn your world around, then again would you even want change? 

The loud music across the street had been bashing against your ears whilst you strolled along the stone roads, the scene was something you lived through everyday but tonight was particularly tiring as you had to read reports on a bunch of criminals going into islands nearby and causing chaos whenever they went, some of the locals have been spreading rumors that the criminals are pirates who steal from stores and kill government officials… whatever any of that meant. 

As you passed the stores that lined the main square you decided to distress a bit in one of the cafes you frequented, you just got paid 2 days ago so might as well drown your sunken soul in some sugar. 

Entering the store felt like visiting someone as you were hit with the familiar scent of coffee beans and cleaning supplies, it’s just like your office except it’s slightly better since you get to spend money here, well maybe it’s the same. Ordering the usual made it feel like you were complying with your routine so being a bit adventurous with a drink is something you could change, you ordered a rainbow swirl sugar cookie drink that looked like it came out of a unicorns ass. As you pulled your wallet out to pay the stranger next to you made a sly comment: 

“Thats an interesting choice for a man like you to order, although, a certain reindeer I know would enjoy that drink so maybe it’s good.” 

A reindeer? This guy is friends with animals? Than again you have a cat who you speak to like your best friend so whatever. You decide in your lonely state to strike up a conversation: 

“Oh you have a pet as well? I’ve never heard of someone with a reindeer but it sounds like your friend is a lot of fun” 

The stranger grins at you and starts laughing, you may be dull when it comes to your habits but maybe you still know how to make someone laugh, at least that’s whatthis stranger made you think. While he was laughing himself to death over the pet comment you take the time to look at his features; he had an attractive face with nice eyebrows, his hair covered one of his eyes but that didn’t cover how beautiful his other eye was when he laughed, his stature was relaxed and he dressed fairly well although it seemed like he got roughed up a bit, perhaps he’s a troublemaker or he has some enemies who knows. 

You start to drift off and dream about what this man did in his free time, who was he to the people around him, is he sweet? Good at anything? Does he have anybody that’s waiting for him? What if he’s one of those criminals that’s going around stealing and killing people and now hes at this shop ready to kill everyone before running away with all their mo- well he is kind of attractive so maybe that’s oka– wait no what. 

It takes a few moments for you to compose yourself from your thoughts about this random man, you realise that everything you’ve conjured up in your mind is probably not true, you just met him and you don’t even know his name; although you didn’t know anything about him you still couldn’t shake the feeling of attraction away, deep in thought about a random shop goer was something so typical of you, maybe you were lonelier than you thought… 

“Hey so what would you recommend here? I’m new around here and I figured you were a local so anything good you like?”

You snapped out of it and whipped your head towards the man, he was looking at the menu but also looking at you, wow he is so hot. Giving him a short “let me think about it” you wanted to impress him so it took some time looking at him and over analysing to consider your options, he seemed like someone who would have an overcomplicated order but would enjoy something as simple as mineral water… maybe something fruity:

“Maybe the blueberry lemonade, it’s pretty warm outside so that might help with the heat, it’s also pretty good but what do you think?” 

The man gave you a soft smile and seemed to like your suggestion. He ordered it and even offered to pay for your drink which made your heart do a little jump but you refused, you glanced over at your usual spot and asked if he wanted to join you which he agreed to. You both sat down before the man started asking a few questions about you and began introductions. 

“By the way my name is Sanji, I realised I never told you that but I figured you seemed pretty nice” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Sanji, I’m _____. So are you visiting this island for anything in particular or just vacationing?” 

“Nothing much, just traveling with a few friends… or you could say crew mates” 

Crew mates..? What is he some traveling merchant? Or maybe a pirate.. There have been some rumors that pirates were spotted around the area. He looks too civil to be a pirate but you can never trust a book by its cover. 

“Well Sanji welcome to the island, I’m sure your friends are having a nice time, this place is kind of known for its vacationing spots. Have you gone—” 

Before you could finish your question you heard a loud BOOM outside

Both you and Sanji look out one of the windows near your seat and find a crowd had gathered near the entrance of the main square, it looked like they were surrouonding someone/a group of people; they seemed to be yelling at them. 

Sanji looks over at you and smiles before saying

“I guess thats my que to start leaving, my crewmates seem to be causing some problems” 

He places some money on the table and gives you a wink before swiftly exiting the building, but not before blowing you a kiss while pushing past the door. 

You felt your heart beat faster as you look down at your drink than over at his finished one, it was definitely an unforgettable experience but you didn’t know how to react. As you start to calm down a little you look at the money he left and realised there was a little note tucked between the bills, it read:

“If we ever meet again you should tell me more about what drinks you like, maybe I could make one for you,

Until next time- Sanji <3” 

You suddenly felt your heart jump out of your chest and you swore it flew to another island. 

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji fanfic

[namorkawaiiwife]

Nsf//w namora alphabet!⭐

Warning: C X Y Z are not here in so Sorry😭😭😭

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

depending on where you are, if you were a human and they had done it on the beach, she would try to take you to your house (let's imagine that you live near the beach ok) and she would try to take care of you very carefully, afraid of to have hurt you at some point, you would have to tell her that it's ok, because she doesn't know how the human body works, even if you are strong and healthy she would treat you as if you were something fragile and easy to break.

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

in my opinion, she likes her waistline, i don't have much opinion on what she likes about herself sorry.

but, what she likes in her partner is definitely her cheeks, breasts, and thighs.

she loves to grab your cheeks and pinch them when you're being naughty and not obeying her.

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

she already had scenarios in her head of how you would moan her name, how you would beg her to fuck you. how you would be tied to the bed asking for attention.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she is not a virgin. thats for sure but if you are human she would be a little scared the first time, she would be scared of hurting you, she would just be sure you want her to fuck you hard when you beg her

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes to be on top of you, and your hands are tied.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

well, it depends if you like to be fucked hard or gently.

but like we all are a bunch of bitches who love to be fucked by women and we love to be fucked hard.

she would leave marks all over your body, especially in the parts that would show when you went somewhere public.

she would tease you, talking like you and so desperate for her touch on your pussy.

how you moan desperately for any touch she gives you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

on the beach at night specifically.

she doesn't want anyone to see your body, only her.

and if they once catch you both.

she would kill the person for just looking at you with no clothes on.

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

what turns her on and if you start to look like a kitten wanting affection.

she would go crazy if you did that in public, calling her the names you can only call her in bed.

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

she likes to give. she loves to see how you moan desperately for more or how you move your thighs to get more attention

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both ofc.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

she doesn't like it very much, but if you ask nicely she will do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no, she hates to think that someone might see you without your clothes on. that's why she prefers to do it on the beach at night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't know if talokan has toys.

but, if you show her something like a vibrator, she would like the idea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she sure likes to see how you look when she stops touching you at some point, how you beg her to keep going.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she doesn't moan very loudly when she fucks you.

but when you offer to fuck her, she has to hold in the moans sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

imagine that you wake up one day and when you look out the window, at a small pile of folded clothes, you look and see that they are underwear.

already knowing whose it was you decide to try each one.

that day you would see the night.

so you chose one of the clothes that was green in color and that didn't hide even half of your boobs.

when you arrive at the beach and she is there, you were wearing a white dress and the outfit you chose underneath.

as she took off her dress, you could see how she blushed when she saw what you were wearing underneath.

"did you like it?"

you asked her, and she replied yes with a nod.

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor imagine #namor fluff #namor x original character #mabel cadena #namora #namora x fem!reader #ldodf

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oh yes before i forget. who wants some rough drafts and scraps from The Comic

so! fun fact!! the prologue was originally only going to be 2 pages long. but then i looked at the composition of the first page and went Damn This Is Fucking Boring and also did NOT have the lead up that i wanted (it was very important to me that this entire fight felt earned since im showing the tail end of a years long conflict)

+the original writing for this second page too. interesting to see what survived. there was also going to be something at the top that went something like “mikey’s back. it doesn’t feel like it though/he hasnt said a word.” 

very early concept after leo slashes through the bus (which was the first page for this that i drew)

first draft of mikey winding up to punch leo. its funny how here he still has some confidence vs the final where hes fighting for his fucking life LMAO. anyway very weak pose here. this dialogue feels cheap to me now (they both know deep down mikey isnt really going to kill him. i dont need to tell you that. but just for a moment leo (and the reader!) feels that fear of the “what if”, thats the most important part)

oh page 3.. poor page 3. everything was going so well but i just had too many problems with this argument memory. it felt too much like The Breaking Point when it isnt at all (donnies death is the breaking point). it was meant to show their brotherhood degrading, but i changed it in the final to really emphasize the time

first draft of page 13.. middle panels were way too cramped

first draft of pages 15 + 16

bottom left panel was mikeys eye, iirc i wanted him to be shocked that leo was still going. why, though, i have no idea. of course he would be its leo. also showing mikeys face (specifically his eyes) was something i very deliberately Did Not Do up until the end. because of the tears hes holding back. its not all just blind rage fueling him. theres a hurt and a loneliness and a “i want my big brother back” wish in there too

i still actually like these poses but i think the overall composition came out better in the final page. though i like the flick of mikeys wrist and then BOOM immediate upper hand to show off how unevenly matched they are

i have to end this post off by bringing back a classic

#LONG POST #my art #i like showing off drafts i love tearing back the curtain #VIEW HOW MY COMICS COME TO LIFE BOY

[sequinsmile-x]

Home - Chapter One

Revenge - (re·​venge: Noun.)

The action of hurting or harming someone in return for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands.

She'd been comfortable and safe for so long that she'd allowed herself how to forget how it felt to be afraid.

A sequel to The Way Home

-x-

Well, it took longer to get this out than I hoped, but better late than never! I love The Way Home and I am loving writing this version of them.

A quick shout out to @aubreyprc who, no matter how much she screams at me over the next several weeks for this fic, was involved in planting this very firmly in my head when we were in Blackpool for the weekend last year.

I do have some ideas for a series of one shots between The Way Home and this fic. Just a series of moments in the 16 years between them meeting in college and the start of this sequel. Let me know if you'd be interested!

Chapters will be posted every Friday.

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A full list of warnings can be found on the Series Master List.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Fall 2007 - Arlington, VA 

Emily wakes up to the feeling of small hands pressing into her cheeks and the comforting scent of her daughter's shampoo surrounding her.

“Daddy says it’s time to wake up, Mama,” Eleanor says, her attempts at whispering somehow louder than her usual voice. She opens her eyes and looks at her little girl, who smiles widely at her, “Morning!”

“Good morning, Ellie,” she replies, her voice rough with sleep, and she looks briefly at her husband's side of the bed and is unsurprised to find it empty, the sheets cold to the touch indicating that he’d been up for a while. He’d always been a morning person, even back when they were in college, and it was something he had passed on to their five-year-old who was already dressed and ready for school, her hair in perfect braids that Aaron had clearly paid close attention to. “You look pretty.” 

The little girl beams, her smile getting impossibly wider, “Like Mommy.” 

Emily chuckles, knowing that was absolutely not the case right now. That she likely had remnants of yesterday's mascara smudged under her eyes, never quite coming all the way off no matter how many steps there were in her skincare routine, and her hair would be a mess. 

“Thank you, sweet girl,” she says, sitting up just enough to pull Eleanor into her arms, something that the little girl needs no encouragement for. It had become part of their morning routine all the way back when Eleanor was a tiny dot of a thing, content to be in her mother’s embrace for a while before the day began. Emily knows thats why Aaron would always send their daughter up to wake her up just a few minutes before her alarm went off, so they could start the day in a way they both loved. 

It was strange to think that Eleanor was now the age Jack had been when Emily first met him. She hoped that the years would go slower this time around, that it wouldn’t feel like she blinked and then had a teenager going off to college, but time had always been a thief and she knew it always would be. The vague fear that Eleanor would be her only chance at motherhood always lingered in the back of her mind. The losses she’d had before she had her little girl were enough to make her anxious just at the prospect of getting pregnant again, but they were trying. Both she and Aaron keen to have one more child. 

She pulls her daughter closer just at the thought of it, excitement and anxiety bubbling in her stomach in equal measure, and she smiles as Eleanor wraps both of her hands around one of hers before she starts to trace one of her fingers up and down the scar on Emily’s forearm. The now thin silver line stretched from her wrist to halfway to her elbow. It was the only physical scar she had from that time, the only reminder etched onto her skin. She always found herself oddly grateful for it, a physical manifestation of the worst time of her life, because it was proof it happened.

Something she needed when the mental scars, which she knew would never fully heal, reared their ugly heads. She hated that every time her throat was sore she could feel Ian’s hand wrapped around it. That whenever the first sign of a cold would enter their home, Eleanor coughing as she came home from school, she knew it was only a matter of time until she’d feel the familiar scratchiness. The nightmares would follow shortly afterwards, they always did, and she’d wake up to Aaron talking her through it, knowing from experience that if he touched her before she was fully awake and aware of her surroundings he’d only add to the torture her subconscious had lined up for her. A grim showreel of things she wishes she could forget. 

The hardest thing to grabble with was that she couldn’t wish she had never met Ian, because without him she never would have moved and met Aaron. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a joke of sorts from the universe that had no punchline, that the very worst thing that had ever happened to her had led her to the best. 

The alarm on her nightstand rings out, and she reaches to turn it off before pressing a kiss to Eleanor’s forehead, “Ok honey, you go downstairs and tell Daddy I’ll be there in a minute.” 

Eleanor nods before she scrambles off the bed, talking over her shoulder as she goes, “Love you, Mommy.” 

“Love you too, Ellie,” she replies, smiling as she watches her daughter run down the hallway, her footsteps slowing as she reaches the stairs. Emily stretches her arms over her head as she climbs out of bed, sighing as she rubs at her eyes before she leaves the room, ready to go downstairs and join her family. 

She yawns as she walks into the kitchen, distracted by the thought of work and everything she needed to get done that day, and she almost walks straight into Aaron. He stops her just in time, his hands on her shoulders as he holds her in place, a wry smile on his face. 

“What is it with you and always walking into me?” He asks, his tired eyes sparkling with love for her as he leans down to kiss her cheek. 

She rolls her eyes at him but can’t help but smile as she remembers the first time they met. How she’d walked straight into him, distracted by moving to a new town and the things she’d never quite been able to escape. He always brought it up, exaggerating how they met for all of their friends, false claims that she’d literally knocked him over, the first impression so strong he’d had no choice but to fall in love with her. 

“Any excuse to get caught by you,” she quips, winking at him as he kisses her cheek before he lets her go, “Do you have a busy day today?” 

Ever since he’d successfully prosecuted George Foyet a year ago he’d become one of the Attorney General’s favourite prosecutors and was now often given the most high-profile cases in DC. It was everything he’d trained for, those long nights in law school when she’d switch between helping him study and distracting him to give him a well-earned break, paying off. There were rumours the Attorney General was training him up to eventually replace him. 

“No court, thankfully,” he replies, turning to the kitchen counter where Eleanor was sitting to finish pouring the milk into her cereal, “But a lot of casework to look over,” he puts their daughter’s cereal in front of her and then turns back to Emily, “You?”

“Just a lot of meetings,” she says, grimacing as she thinks of her day. There were times when she missed being more actively involved in social work, but mostly she was grateful for what she did now. Working closely with government officials to help create policies to protect the most vulnerable in society. It was a change she made when she had Eleanor, something that allowed her to spend more time with her family. “But I’ll be able to pick up this one from school,” she says, playing with one of Eleanor’s braids, “How about you sweet girl? Busy day at Kindergarten?” 

Eleanor shrugs and continues eating her cereal. Aaron chuckles and kisses his wife’s temple before moving past her to make coffee.

“You go get ready, sweetheart,” he says, smiling at his wife, “I’ll get your breakfast sorted.” She nods and turns to head back upstairs, ready for the day ahead of her. 

When she looked back on that morning in the coming weeks, she was grateful for it, for the last taste of normalcy before their lives were turned upside down.

___

“A spokesperson for Red Onion State Prison has confirmed that the riot is now under control-”

Emily switches the tv channel from the news, something Aaron liked to watch when he couldn’t sleep, to a cartoon for Eleanor.

“Right, sweet girl,” she says, kissing the top of her daughter's head as the little girl settles on the couch, “Mommy has to do a little bit more work, ok? And then when Daddy gets home we’ll have dinner.” 

Eleanor nods, her focus on the tv already and Emily kisses her head once more before she heads towards the dining room. She sits at the table, about to read over some paperwork, when she hears the doorbell ringing. She stands up and shakes her head at the thundering footsteps from her daughter, who seemed to always create a lot of noise despite being small, running down the hallway. She reaches the front door seconds before Eleanor and raises her eyebrow at her. 

“Eleanor Brooke Hotchner, what have we said about you answering the door?” She says, grateful that she’s able to hide her amusement at her daughter's enthusiasm. Eleanor was such a happy little girl, always excited to see the people she loves, and Emily couldn’t help but wonder what she herself could have been like if Elizabeth had been a little more like the mother Emily always strove to be. 

Eleanor looks up at her, her eyes wide in a way that Aaron always said she got from her, “Not to do it because it could be anybody.” 

“Exactly,” Emily says, squeezing her shoulder, “We’ve got to be safe, right?” 

“But Mommy it’s not just anybody it’s Aunt Haley, I saw her car,” Eleanor exclaims, almost bouncing back and forth on her feet with excitement at the prospect of seeing her favourite person outside of her direct family. 

Emily shakes her head, and smiles, “Well, I guess we’d better let her in then, huh?” She turns and opens the door, smiling at her friend as she comes into view, her arms loaded with Pyrex dishes, “Hi Haley, sorry about that.”

“It’s ok,” she chuckles, the sparkle in her eyes letting her know she’s heard their conversation from outside, she looks down at Eleanor who smiles and rushes to Haley, wrapping her arms tight around her, “Well hello to you too, El.” 

“Let Aunt Haley in the door at least, Ellie,” Emily says, reaching to take the food Haley had brought for them from her hands, “I’ll take these,” she says gratefully, “You know, you really don’t have to cook for us.” 

“Well someone has to,” Haley replies, wrapping her arms around Eleanor and guiding her into the house, closing the door behind her, “Neither you nor Aaron can cook anything apart from boxed Mac and Cheese,” she quips, following Emily into the kitchen, Eleanor still wrapped around her, “Besides, it took my mind off of things.” 

Emily pauses just before she puts the casseroles down and she turns to look at her friend. There was tension in her shoulders and a sense of sadness in her eyes, her smile a little tighter than usual, and Emily sighs. 

“Ellie,” she says, turning her attention to her daughter, “Why don’t you go play for a little bit and then find all those drawings you did at school for Aunt Haley? I know she’d love to see them.”

“You did drawings for me?” Haley says, looking down at Ellie, her voice full of enthusiasm that was only partially exaggerated, “I’m excited to see them.”

“Ok!” Eleanor says, dislodging herself from Haley and running out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. As soon as she is out of earshot, Emily leans against the kitchen counter and looks at Haley.

“Is this a glass of wine conversation or a coffee conversation?” She asks, and Haley chuckles humourlessly, sitting on one of the stools at the counter. 

“Rick moved out today.” 

Emily groans sympathetically, “Wine it is,” she says, placing her hand over her friends before she turns to the fridge, “What happened?” 

Haley had met Rick several years ago at a work conference, and they’d hit it off. At first, Aaron had been unsure about the relationship, worried about his son spending so much time with someone he barely knew, and Emily had been the one to point out he’d moved on to her. That Haley had accepted someone else in her son’s life even if the road to where they were now was rocky at the start. Their friendship was forged the day Haley saved her from Ian. A case of being in the right place at the right time that led to where they were now - Emily and Aaron’s daughter calling the woman he once would have married ‘aunt.’ 

More recently, especially since Jack had left for college the year before, Haley’s relationship with Rick had seemed to slowly unravel. Ever since Haley was twenty her entire life had been about her son and doing the best for him that she could, and all of a sudden she had time to do what she wanted. It’s when the differences between her and the man she’d been with for 6 years started to show. She wanted to get married, but he didn’t. He wanted a kid, and she didn’t want to start all over again. 

“We just…didn’t want the same things,” Haley says, smiling gratefully when Emily passes her a glass of wine, “He kept talking about kids and I’ve been so clear from the start that I didn’t want any more. I guess he thought I’d change my mind.” 

“I’m sorry Haley,” she says, sitting next to her, “I know you love him.”

“Yeah,” she chokes out, “I do,” she shakes her head at herself and has a sip of wine, “I’m sure he’ll move on. Find someone a bit younger to have a family with, I seem to be a good practise long term girlfriend” she looks at Emily, and clears her throat, “Sorry, no offence.” 

Emily smiles, “None taken.” 

It was easy to forget sometimes that Haley and Aaron had ever been together. She wondered if it was because she’d never seen it. She’d come into their lives after they had already broken up. There were no romantic feelings between the two of them, but Emily knew that Aaron loved Haley as a friend and the mother of his son. 

“Anyway, I came here to distract myself,” Haley says, “How are you?” 

Emily blows out a breath, “Ok, I guess,” she replies, shrugging, “Work is pretty steady at the moment. Aaron is doing really well with his work.” Haley smiles at her indulgently, her eyebrow raised, “Are you really asking me about the baby thing?” 

“Yes,” she answers immediately, her eyes sparkling, “I don’t want a baby of my own but I want to spoil another one of yours.” 

Emily shakes her head, “Well, we are trying,” she says, “And if…” she swallows thickly, a tight smile spreading over her face, “If it happens you will be the first to know. Apart from Aaron of course.” 

Haley reaches out and places her hand on Emily’s arm, “It will happen. I’m sure of it.”

Emily chuckles, “Well I’m glad someone is.” 

A door flys open upstairs, and the time Eleanor had allowed them as she played had clearly come to an end. 

“I found the drawings!” 

Emily and Haley exchange a soft smile and then Emily shouts towards the stairs, “Come and show us, sweetie.”

___

Aaron picks up his briefcase and rolls his neck as he prepares to leave his office, excited to get home to his wife and daughter. 

He’s barely made it into the hallway, still standing in the doorway of his office, when one of the assistant attorneys approaches him, a grim look on his face. 

“Grant,” Aaron groans, “Please don’t tell me it’s a new case. Surely it can wait until morning. I’d quite like to get home.” 

“No,” Grant says, shaking his head, “Nothing like that. Have you heard about what happened at Red Onion State?” 

Aaron nods, “Yes, there was a riot. It’s being reported that it’s all under control now.” 

“It is,” Grant replies, clearly choosing his words carefully, clearing his throat, “But…two prisoners escaped. Cell mates. The prison guards believe that the riot was started so they could get out.” 

Aaron feels a pit form in his stomach and his chest gets tighter, a sense of foreboding that he can’t describe washing over him. 

“Why are you telling me this? Is it someone I put away?” 

Grant nods, “It’s George Foyet.” 

Aaron sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking back at the other man, “He escaped custody before his trial, he knows what he’s doing,” he shakes his head, “I assume they’ve followed the usual procedures.” 

“State troopers are checking all vehicles in the surrounding area and every cop has an up-to-date photo of him, we’ll capture him.” 

“Ok, thank you,” Aaron says, “I appreciate the heads up, at least I can tell my wife before it ends up on the news.”

George Foyet had made some pretty distinct threats towards Aaron when they were in court, and had twice had to be removed from the courtroom by order of the judge. When he told Emily about it she’d worried. Concerned that on the off chance Foyet did get found not guilty, he’d come after Aaron. 

“Of course,” Grant says, and he turns to leave, but Aaron stops him. 

“Who was the other prisoner? His cellmate?” Aaron asks out of curiosity, sure that whoever it was wouldn’t compare to the danger that George Foyet would pose to the general public. 

“Oh,” Grant says, “Some guy who got put away for attempting to murder his ex-girlfriend,” he adds, shaking his head, “He tried to choke her to death in the middle of the street.” 

Aaron feels everything slow down around him, his throat going dry as he tries to swallow against the fear that climbs up it, the taste of it bitter against his tongue. 

He hoped he was wrong. That his instincts that were kicking in were incorrect. He couldn’t tell her this. Couldn’t tell his wife that the man who had caused her such pain, who still managed to sneak his way into her subconscious and haunt her in her dreams even after all this time, had escaped. It couldn’t be him. 

It couldn’t be him.

“What’s his name?” He demands, his fists tight by his side and his jaw tense. 

“Uh, I’d have to look again, he’s not-”

It couldn’t be him.

“His name, Anderson.” 

Grant flinches at the use of his surname, at the way Aaron spits it out like its poison, “It’s Irish. Donavon? No. Doyle. His name is Ian Doyle.” 

-x-

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