#also what are those blue guns. I'm not familiar

[i-am-a-hegemony-officer]

Do you like my Cruiser it's custom tooled to ruin the diktats day :)

Interesting ship! I'm not terribly familiar with this class (I believe that's a Throne?) but it looks ready to fight the good fight all the same.

#also what are those blue guns. I'm not familiar #starsector #ic post #shipposting

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #may allah protect them #may almighty allah see our pain #hopefully she'll message me tomorrow

[rboooks]

DC X DP fic: Legal Compensation

Bruce Wayne doesn't know what sick monster would think it is funny to ruin Jason's grave, but when an alert arrives at the cave, he's flying towards the cemetery intending to find out.

And teach them some respect.

Of course, he knows Jason's not in there- not after his son returned with more hate and rage than a person- but it was still his last resting place.

He barely acknowledges Tim and Damian pulling up beside the Batmobile, each on their own bike while Dick, Steph, and Cass fly above him. They all got the alert. None of them are happy.

When they arrive, it's to see a teenager happily whistling as he shovels away layers of dirt. The stranger is in a white and black hoodie, a neon green ghost crossing from the front to the back, and his white hair with glowing green eyes lets them know it's not a human.

Or if it is, then not an average human. Meta, based on how he picks up way more dirt than he should be able to lift with his glowing green shovel.

They also see Jason get there first, his eyes glowing in Pit Rage and .points a gun to the back of the teenager's head. Bruce opens his mouth to shout, Damian manages to throw a ninja star, but they are far too late.

Jason pulls the trigger. A large bang is heard across the cemetery. The teenager drops into the deep hole he is making.

The family can only watch as the Pit Rage disappears from Jason's mind, and horror creeps onto his face as he realizes what he has done. It's too late now, though. The child is dead.

Bruce feels sick to his stomach- and then The teenager stands up, his head reforming in terrible familiar green liquid. The family forms a protective circle around a frozen Jason as the teenager turns around to look at them with Lazarus' green eyes and smiles.

Smiles at Jason with far too bright eyes. "I found you! I didn't realize you already left your grave, but that makes things easier. Jason Peter Todd, yes?"

"Who are you?" Bruce demands, stepping before his second oldest.

The white hair boy's smile becomes wider- if that's possible. "I'm Phantom. I'm working on behalf of the Ghost King."

Damian hisses, "What does the most powerful being in the multiverse want with Todd?"

"Baby Bat?" Dick asks without really asking.

"The Ghost King is the ruler of the Infinite Realms. The place where grandfather harvests the Lazarus Pit."

That's not good.

The teenager laughs. "The very same. He wants me to offer Legal Compensation to Mr. Todd."

"Legal Compensation? For what?" Tim asks this time.

"The glitch. See, Mr.Todd wasn't supposed to die- he was supposed to break the door and crawl to safety while the bomb jammed. At the same time, the Master of Time was preoccupied with another dimension saving the lives of six very important people to the Ghost King from a junk food explosion. Because of that, he was not there to control time correctly, creating a glitch in this universe's time flow. It speeded up certain areas, in your case, the location of the bomb's jam, making it explode earlier than it should have. He corrected it by bringing you back, but you were in a grave by that point. The Master of Time realized the grave injustice this was, so he sent me as legal Compensation."

That.... was a lot.

"How are you legal compensation?" Jason growls.

"Well, those people were just as important to me as the Ghost King. Since you lost your life due to the incident, I will give you my natural life here as a human for you to use." The teenager's form shifts after an ample bright light, and suddenly they are looking at a perfectly black hair blue eye average looking human who smiles happily at them. "Ta-da! So what do you want me to do first, Master Todd?"

"No." Jason hisses, looking angrier than he's ever looked before. Bruce can't say he doesn't feel the same way. "No, the Master of Time does not get to kill me. Go oopsie-daisy and then send me a fucking slave as an apology!"

"Not a slave- more of a- ugh Bulter!" The teenager argues, trying to crawl out of the hole and falling down, into a heap as he oversteps. "Wow, being a full human is going to get some getting use to."

"No!" Jason yells, turns around, and walks away.

"Wait! Wait! Master Todd, wait for me!" The teenager calls desperately, but Jason disappears into the shadows of Gotham without a backward glance. The boy slides into the mudd, voice muffled as he screams.

Steph takes pity on him offering her hand to help him out of the hole. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Phantom." The teenager says with a grateful smile taking the hand and climbing out. He gives the rest of the family an awkward smile "Danny Phantom"

Bruce ends up with another son by the following day. Jason ends up with a restless wanna-be butler who follows him everywhere, trying to serve him. The fact he cure his Pit Madness didn't seem to even register with him.

Jason wants Danny to leave him alone and quit the "I must spend the rest of my human life providing for your every whim". It's getting creepy.

#dc x dp crossover #Legal Compensation #Part 1 #Clockwork stepping in for Danny messed up other timelines #The glitch that brought Jason todd was that #Danny is now a full human meant to serve Jason as a sorry #Or is he????

[thegnomelord]

Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

#cod mw2 #Gnome's prompt game #x reader #gnome correspondence #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #sub john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x male reader #I am slowly dying with how many of ya'll are playing this game O_O #But seriously ya'll are wonderful #and I love and cherish every member of the gnome army

[ghostswoman]

Jealous!König who is seething at the sight of you getting hit on by a fellow teammate. Fists clenched, stomping his way over to you, his broad figure towering over you, scaring away whoever was trying to get your attention. (I'm foaming at the mouth rn pls)

You’re desires were heard rather late but here it is!

König x fem!Reader

After the meeting you had with the other fellow Korrtac members your mind was completely scrambled and all over the place. All that you could think of was getting some good work-out done that’ll maybe wake you up a bit especially because the last mission rather drained you of everything you honestly wanted to do on base. On the way there you grabbed a lose t-shirt and a freshly washed towel.

While you were holding the towel and shirt you didn’t noticed one of the newbie soldiers gawking at your ass like he always did when you were simply walking past his person or while standing in the cafeteria hall where you were normally talking with some fellow soldiers you worked with over the time. But one big thing the dude nerve noticed was the rather big and imposing shadow you have with you all the time even when you didn’t noticed it. This shadow was already plotting everything he could do with that toothpick of soldier when he would get the chance of training him the next day.

Putting your stuff down onto the floor as you softly took of your military boots while taking off those you let out a satisfied sigh because now you could finally pull your socks up again because the boots always kind of liked to pull them down with the hard leather that they are made with. Softly pulling your camouflage shirt over your head as you were just standing in the rather empty gym with just your black bra on as you quickly grabbed your the shirt you brought and pulled it over your head.

But what you didn’t noticed is that the newbie was now not just gawking no,he was on his way towards you with a rather disgustingly confident smirk painted on his lips. “Such a delicate little lady in the military is quite a sight for sore eyes don’t you think?” you just thought you were dreaming here such dumb nonsense leave the dudes lips while you were completely uncomfortable and shocked of what he just said.

A rather big hand no rather a big paw of such called hands were now softly resting on your shoulder as you felt the familiar big shadow that was now casted over the crown of your head. Smelling the similar smell of gunpowder,gun oil and a soft hint of mint enter your nose,you already knew that your colonel König also known as your shadow around base was standing right behind you. “Everything alright Engel?” You heard the voice say with his typical and iconic Austrian accent but there was so much annoyance and disgust in his voice that was usually not there when the big men spoke with you when he was on his way for his maybe 20th black coffee that day.

Your eyes softly crawled up the big burly chest of König as you finally met his ice blue eyes that were so stone cold like they usually were on battlefield when your group was getting ready for an attack. But today this coldness was only casted in his eyes because the newbie obviously didn’t knew that you are Königs kleine Maus. “I’m alright Kö..” you wouldn’t even believe your own self with how your usually confident voice was now as silent as a little mouse pushed into a corner.

His blue eyes narrow as the ice cold stare was lifted from your body up to the face of the newbie soldier. “Did you flirt with my Engel?” as you could hear Königs voice get more towards his commanding tone that he usually used when someone messed up big time or if some soldiers didn’t do what they were assigned to do. The newbie swallowed down a big lump as he just quickly shook his head as if someone was holding him at gun point,well making König angry was even worse then being held at gun point that was known since the big man joined Kortac. “And I should really buy that? Do you think I’m stupid!”

As your eyes widened while you saw that König was rather close of beating up a new soldiers for making such a dumb comment on you and your body. Quickly reaching out your hands as you softly grabbed Königs tactical vest as you softly patted his shoulder trying to get his focus switched back to you. “It’s okay Kö let’s just…calm down okay?” When his eyes switched down to meet your still shocked eyes his eyes completely changed towards warmth and love in milliseconds,that what you always found a bit disturbing about how easily König feelings could control him sometimes. “Okay Maus.”

One final time he looked up to the newbie again with his commanding voice he spoke “you can be rather happy I didn’t make you an example of how I will act when you talk with someone that’s clearly mine.”

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod community #cod fanfic #cod men #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod #konig call of duty #könig call of duty #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #kortac #konig x y/n #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x you #cod konig #konig x reader #könig modern warfare #könig fanfiction #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig #themoonsrequests

[garfunklefield]

Red Wine and Macarons

Fem!reader/Kento Nanami Warnings: drinking, fluff, humor, Nanami is angy, Kento Nanami also wears glasses in this :P, kissing in the moonlight Word count: 1870 words DESC: You have the nerve to ask Nanami to split the bill at a fancy restaurant

This is completely inspired by Trintheweirdo's TikTok video!! I'm just taking this now it's mine :3 Check my pinned masterlist for more!

“Please, help yourself to whatever you’d like from the menu. It’s on me,” a voice you had grown familiar with rang in your ear, as the blonde man motioned to the fancy menu before you. 

Kento was dressed practically like a god, with his golden hair slicked back with some gel, and his suit perfectly pressed. It was different than the tan and blue one he always opted to wear. Instead, it was all black, no tie, and the undershirt was slightly unbuttoned down to reveal some of his neck. 

You weren’t anything to sneeze at either. He had insisted on you wearing a dress he had bought you a week earlier, a teal color with a lower neckline. The style was something you always enjoyed and he knew that, probably the reason for buying it. 

And while you loved all of it, the fancy restaurants and the expensive clothing… you felt bad. I mean, Kento, an amazing guy, spending a lot of money every time you spend time together? You felt like you should uphold your end and pay for something. But every time you tried, the taller man would swoop in and pay for it himself.

Did he feel bad? Did he feel like you could not pay for anything yourself? You two met at a publishing convention for either of your companies before they merged. If Kento asked you would tell him exactly what your position was, but he never did and he never revealed his position. However, doing some digging on your own, you found he was lower down in the company than you. You!! The one he was willing to pay for every single date made more than him!

That made you feel bad. So as you got dressed and did your hair in the mirror you told yourself you were going to split the bill this time, then when he wasn’t looking you’d fully pay for it and surprise him! From all the shock his head would be swimming and it would be the perfect romantic moment! Then maybe… you’d lean in and kiss him. 

This would mark your sixth date and you haven’t even held hands! So you were jumping the gun a bit and going in to kiss. But you had it all planned out! Nothing could go wrong! Nothing!!

You smiled at Kento’s words and picked up your menu, “Kento, I was thinking…” You trailed off, eyeing the menu. God those sweets looked delectable… oh but you had to eat real food first. 

“Hm?” He looked up, pushing his aviators forward on the bridge of his nose. When Kento was interested in what you had to say his brows would furrow together and his lips drew into a line. He wanted to be completely present for you and it made your stomach spin.

“Why don’t we split the bill?” Then when he wasn’t looking you’d pay for the whole thing and surprise him! You couldn’t wait to see him nod and… and…

Then Kento’s face hardened. It was the exact opposite of what you expected. His eyes narrowed and he looked away for a moment, seething with … rage? Whu-oh. Your expression fell a little bit as you tried to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Was he offended? Was he upset because you insinuated you could pay for yourself and you didn’t need him?

You weren’t trying to be rude! Well, you hoped you weren’t being rude at least. 

“Do you think that low of me that I wouldn’t want to spoil a woman such as yourself?” Kento finally spoke, taking off his glasses by gripping the part in the middle. Then he folded them neatly and set them on the white tablecloth.

“I… just thought it would make it a little easier on you. You know, always paying for the both of us,” you attempted to plead your case, but, god, you sort of wished you never opened your mouth to begin with. 

He blinked a few times, “If I want to date a pretty girl, I am going to pay for her to have a luxurious experience.” he paused and reached for his glass filled with red wine and took a long sip- all the while maintaining eye contact, “I would never make someone like you lift a finger if it were up to me. In a perfect world, I would keep you in a high tower to ensure you’d never get hurt. I would…” And my god did he keep going. 

You had no idea Kento had any … real … feelings at all. Sure he held the door open for you and complimented your hair that one time, but he was never very affectionate. Only going on six dates you thought maybe you would get some romance organically, definitely not in a rage-induced love rant. 

You had never seen him this mad before, even going as far as to motion his hands in the air to visualize his frustration at the fact that he could not pay for you. He never expressed himself explicitly. Was… was that his way of showing how he cared? Was that Kento’s way of showing he did like you? Every time he insisted on paying, picking you up, or buying you a dress, was that how he said … I like you?

Without saying anything, you found yourself getting up and grabbing your jacket. The blonde hadn’t seemed to notice, still in his rant about how if life was different he would have servants catering to your every whim. Which, cute, but not what you needed to focus on at the moment. 

“Kento,” you walked around the side of the table and put a hand over the top of his own, causing him to blink a few times. He looked up at you, with anger dissipating, “C’mon.”

You tugged at his hand a few times and he narrowed his eyes, “But my reservation…” He trailed off, looking down at his empty plate then back to you, “Fine,” with that he stood up and grabbed his glasses, placing them back on his head. 

This was the first time you two had interlocked hands. At first, it was to get his attention, but Kento realized you weren’t letting go. He switched his hand to grasp your fingers with his own, interlocking them and such. A warm feeling spread in your chest and made your heart thump even more than it was. Then he let you lead him outside of the restaurant. It was a miracle he was even obliged to leave and cancel this reservation at the last minute. 

He must’ve realized that you had something in mind. Maybe he saw that his rant touched your heart and you wanted to talk to him privately about it. Well, that was half true. You wanted to talk but you had something else in mind. 

“Where exactly are we going?” He asked after a moment of walking in silence on the sidewalk, past a busy road. The time of night was perfect for a walk, with the way the wind blew past the two of you and how the stars illuminated the walkway. It was … romantic. 

“I really like that you want to buy things for me,” you gave him a cheeky glance, “but I want to buy things for you. If there was a perfect world, I’d want to hide you up in a tower and make sure servants waited on you hand and foot too, silly,” you explained, giving his hand a bit of a squeeze. 

You did hope that Kento didn’t think you liked him because of the fancy stuff. If you two just went to sit and get coffee, you wouldn’t mind. You’d love it. Just the chance to see him in a casual environment would be nice, but realistically seeing him anytime was great. You wanted to show Kento you wanted to give him the same treatment he gave you, as a surprise or even just… plainly. You wanted him to feel as appreciated as you did, because now you knew just how much he appreciated you.

The blonde man slowed his walking pace down until he was completely stopped, staring at you with an unwavering expression. It was hard to tell if he was overjoyed or getting ready to break up with you. It was strange how he looked at you. Was it full of passion? Or was it full of… something else?

“Kento…?” You began with an unsure tone, returning his eye contact warily. 

He didn’t speak but he did break the distance between you two, pulling you into … a tight embrace. It wasn’t exactly what you expected but you couldn’t complain. His warmth and his scent drove you in and made you melt into his arms. You didn’t even know he had it in him to be this intimate, especially in public. 

“You… can buy me a macaron and we’ll be even,” he murmured into your ear. 

With that, you pulled back and frowned, “Just a macaron? Why can’t I buy you a suit? Or-or like a fancy meal?” You raised a curious eyebrow. 

Kento looked down at your face, placing one hand on your left cheek to brush away some hair with his finger, “What if I want you to buy me a macaron? I don’t need things from you to know you enjoy my company, but I want to spoil you so you have undeniable proof I … like you.”

You were going to speak, to pour your heart out, but something else overtook you. You didn’t know if this would be the last time you’d be this close to him, or under the stars like this. So without any more hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips delicately onto his. Kento made a faint and startled noise before quickly reciprocating, pulling you closer to his body. His arms wrapped firmly and tightly around your frame until you were sure you’d burst. 

The kiss was G-rated, nothing crazy, but god was it amazing. It felt as if your mouths were made for each other. With each crevice and gap molding together to form one person. 

His logic was a bit flawed and you both knew it. But you didn’t care. If all he needed to be even with you was a French pastry then you would go out and find all the French pastries you could. Just to show you cared about him as much as he did for you, even though you came to find out he already knew that. And you knew now that he didn’t feel pressured to buy you things or spend his money on you. He wanted to. 

Kento Nanami wanted to spend every dime he had on you, and of course, you wouldn’t let him, but you were flattered nonetheless. 

After a few moments of passionate kissing and embracing, you pulled back again to stare up at him, “I can get you that… um…” Your cheeks reddened as you looked him in the eyes, with his own stare being unwavering and intense.

“Macaron?” He tilted his head to the side. 

“Yeah. And we’ll be even.”

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[lollipopliccer]

𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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#geto suguru #geto x reader #suguru smut #jujitsu kaisen #black reader #jjk smut #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fic #jjk #jjk geto #geto smut #suguru geto smut #geto suguru smut #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #masochist sub #soft sadist #tattoo artist suguru #daddy geto #jjk angst #angst with a happy ending #light angst #geto #daddy k!nk

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Iceberg Siren pt 2

**I know, I know, it's fast, but I finished writing it and I'm super happy with how it turned out soooooo y'all have to deal with it.There is a mention of nightmares near the end, and a small bit of harassment at the beginning, but nothing happens and it's not graphic, so. Let me know if I need to tag those things, though! again, I'm not going to start a tag list, but the link for the AO3 version will be in a reblog, and you're welcome to follow that.**

Jason cursed himself for not getting Danny Nightingale’s number, days later when the bats were having a conference about why the Joker had been so quiet lately. B was chastising Steph for being flippant, and Jason was tired and ready to go home. He was also considering trying to find Danny and asking him out.

Something about the young man had seemed familiar- something in the way he moved, the way Jason’s heart thundered loudly in his ears when looking at his wide blue eyes.

“-son. Jason!”

He looked up- the entire batclan was looking at him. It was Dick who had spoken, who had stepped forward with his hand held out towards Jason.

“What?”

“How are you- uh- doing, with the Joker so quiet?”

Jason waited for the familiar green rising in his vision, but instead, he only saw Danny’s eyes, looking at him with understanding as he reeled from the death of the man who killed him.

“Fine. Can I go now? I’ve got some leads to follow up on.”

B grunted from his place at the batcomputer, and Jason took that as an affirmative, slamming his hood down onto his head and mounting his bike.

Roaring out of the cave, Jason headed toward Crime Alley. His recent partnership with Penguin had curtailed some more of the drug trade in his territory, but he still needed to keep an eye out.

As he rode, he felt a stirring in his gut, leading him to take a sharp turn and drive the wrong direction. He slid to a stop in an alley behind The Iceberg, and what he saw there made green boil up in his vision.

The new singer, Siren, was being crowded up against the dingy back wall of the club.

“I said no, sir.”

“C’mon, Siren, I know you were looking at me tonight.”

“Sir, do not put your hands on me.”

“If you weren’t such a whore, you-“

Jason cocked his gun.

“You’d better leave the Siren alone, asshole.”

The asshole turned, and Jason recognized him as a frequenter of one of the brothels in his territory.

“This isn’t your turf, Hood.”

Siren slipped out from under asshole’s arm, silky smooth and seemingly unencumbered by the tight dress he wore.

“He and boss have an arrangement.”

The asshole scowled, but as Jason dismounted his bike and stood straight, he ran away, shooting one last poisonous look at Siren before the darkness of Gotham swallowed him.

“Thank you. I didn’t want him to know I’m a meta.”

Jason turned to Siren, who was looking up at him with khol-lined eyes. Blue eyes.

“Danny?”

Danny winked.

“Hi, Mr. Hood.”

The door to the Iceberg backstage opened with a slam, and a man in a black uniform stormed out.

“Siren! You- Is this man bothering you?”

“Hey Matt.” Danny stuck out a hip, placing a hand on it. “You think anyone could truly mess with me around here?”

Matt glared suspiciously at Jason.

“If you wanted them to, maybe.”

Danny laughed and then headed towards the door.

“Thanks for your help, Hood! I’ll catch you later.”

He threw a wink over his shoulder, patting Matt’s arm as he passed.

“Let’s go in, Mattie, I’ve got to ask Boss about getting better security set up back here.”

The door to the club closed behind them, and Jason meandered back to his bike, a little dazed from the interaction. If he hadn’t already come to grips with his bisexuality, he was sure he’d be having trouble coming to terms with how good Danny looked all dressed up.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed Siren the first time- it’s just he had better things to think about, and pretty boys with even prettier voices were not one of those things.

But now- now that he’d met Danny, had seen vengeance for his own death paid in full, well.

Getting a date with the singer was number one on his list.

~~

Penguin had Matt give Danny ‘the talk’. No, not about sex. About fraternizing with bats and birds.

“Red Hood’s the best of them,’ Matt said. ‘But he’s still got a bat splayed on his chest.”

Danny- well. Danny wasn’t really bothered. He had enough money saved up from his gig as the Siren, he could probably bounce from the Iceberg and find a place to live in comfort. Red Hood was hot, Danny was not blind, and he deserved a personal life.

There was also the matter of Red Hood’s half-formed core.

“Consider this though, Matt- I don’t care.”

Matt sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

Danny leaned back on the couch in his dressing room, glitter still clinging to his neck and arms even after a shower.

“I just want you to stay safe, Danny. The boss and I both. You’re the best attraction we’ve got, and you’re a good kid too.”

Danny sat up, schooling his face into the picture of innocence.

“Thank you, Mattie, I really appreciate it.”

“You’re not going to stop seeing Hood, are you.”

With a shrug, Danny stood to pull his hoodie on and head out for the night.

“I’ll see who I want to see, Matt. Penguin doesn’t pay me to be lonely.”

Matt sighed, and Danny slipped out the door, pulling his hood over his head.

It was raining out in Gotham, so Danny took the long route back to his little apartment, deliberately jumping in puddles when there was no one looking. He was slowly coming to love the city, even though it might never truly become his haunt, his home.

The gargoyles and grotesques throughout the city made him ache for Sam, and the technology available in this world reminded him that Tucker was probably still using his old, souped up PDA.

He wondered what Tucker would do with a top-of-the-line WayneTech device. Probably marry it.

It was fine, though. He was safe, and they were safe without him. Jazz was happy in college, and Dani was content to roam the infinite realms while she stabilized.

Everything would be fine.

~~

Ibrahim Yinsen didn’t particularly like living so near Crime Alley, but this complex was fairly nice for where it was, and his upstairs and only neighbor was nice enough. The young man worked for some club, probably as a busboy, but he worked hard from what Yinsen could tell, and he always had a smile and an inquiry about Yinsen’s cat.

Even this evening, when he ran into him at the mailboxes, his neighbor soaking wet, the boy didn’t hesitate to ask after Misha. They exchanged pleasantries, and the sopping young man handed Yinsen a cat treat before he headed up the stairs.

Ibrahim didn’t ask about the screaming during the night, even if he wanted to. He had his own nightmares, and he wouldn’t begrudge a traumatized kid. The first few nights, it had startled him awake, but after he realized what it was that his neighbor was screaming?

He got up and made cookies to leave at the young man’s door.

No one should cry out for their parents to stop- no one should try so desperately to convince their parents that they were alive, that they were really their child.

The Meta protection laws were supposed to help kids in that situation.

Unfortunately, Yinsen was with the rest of them knowing that not every case could be caught, not every child could be saved.

Danny Nightingale was one of the luckier ones.

#dp x batman #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dead on main #Arctic Siren AU #OC #Jason Todd #danny phantom

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yandere webttore x fem reader smut pls? I wont him....... so badly....

Synopsis: You were just a simple baker in Snezhnaya that was being harassed by a local gang. Lucky for you one of your regulars just so happens to be the 2nd Harbinger of the Fatui. All he wants in return is a favor.

Webttore is a segment of actual Dottore, Reader is wearing a dress,

Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, DUB-CON, AFAB Reader, slight Stockholm Syndrome, P with plot, Yandere, human body parts, grinding, fingering, orgasm denial, rough s*x, Not Beta read

A/N: Inspired by that one Mafia!Bucky x Reader series here on tumblr. I can't find it and i'm sad cause i really liked reading it. This is also my first time writing a Yandere character so I hope I did a good enough job

Words: 3.5K

There’s a small bakery in a quiet street on the outskirts of the Capital of Snezhnaya. Many of the Fatui Skirmishers come to visit before heading out. They claim it’s good luck. You are always happy to do business with the Fatui, as that rakes in revenue for you. But recently you were having a slight problem. A local gang has been trying to pry money out of you, “for protection” they claim, but you do know that it's bogus. You tried to tell them no but they seem to not take that answer well. They come in almost everyday to harass you about it. At this point it’s part of your routine. You wake up, get the bakery ready, and get harassed by the gang. They normally harass you about money, always coming in disrupting business or graffiti rude and cruel messages on your windows. But you never gave in, you just sighed and fixed everything. There’s no need to cry over spilt milk, that’s what your mother would always tell you. It was one of those days where you were being harassed again by this local gang.

“Just give us the money, then your debt will be paid.” One of the gang members spatted, his temper clearly waning by the minute. 

“Why would I? And what debt would I incur during this time period?” You questioned, cleaning a glass cup. You were not amused by this, it’s the third time this week and you are quite getting used to your new routine. 

“For protection obviously!” Another one spat slamming his fist on your counter. You rolled your eyes at their foolish behavior.

“Oh, protection? But I do believe that the Fatui Harbingers and their men have it all covered. No?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. The gang member stuttered for a bit before another one, a much bigger one, slammed his gun on your counter.

“Listen here, you’re going to give us the money or else-”

“Or else what?” A new voice spoke up, one that you’re not familiar with. Looking over you spot a tall man with icy blue hair sitting idly in the booths stacks of paper scattered around the table. 

“And who are you?” One of the members asked, storming up to the man. You quickly walked around the bar putting you between the gang and the icy haired man. 

“Leave him out of this. You can threaten me all you want but the minute you threaten a customer it’s over.” You glared at them, but a small chuckle was heard behind you. You heard some shuffling before you felt a presence behind you. You looked up seeing the icy blue hair man behind you. 

“See, I really like this place. It gives me time to get away from them and now… it’s ruined. By you lot.” His tone was cold as he slowly approached the gang. But they didn’t move. 

“Oh yeah, and who are you, a high ranking Fatui Harbinger?” One asked, pointing a gun right to his face. You couldn’t see what the strange man did next as he gestured to something on him. But whatever it was it clearly scared the gang away. Their faces were pale as they exited the store. One muttered that they’ll be back, but the other didn’t say anything. Now it was just the two of you.

“Ha, sorry for dragging you into this mess.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. The man gave out a chaotic cackle before whipping around to see you. You finally get a good view of him. He had striking red eyes, the already described icy blue hair, and his outfit was strange. A white dress shirt with an overexaggerated collar, paired with a black vest. Strange clothing for the middle of winter in Snezhnaya. Let’s not mention the blue earring he wore that has some sort of liquid in it. 

“Hmm,” The man hummed as he circled around you like a predator eyeing their prey. He stopped right behind you, you felt his hands run through your hair playing with it a bit.

“You have nice hair, and very healthy organs.” He chuckled a bit.

“Thanks?” you tried to smile, but this is totally weird. Was he trying to compliment you, or something? You gave a weary look as you watched him slide back into his booth and continue looking around his stack of paper. You sighed as you walked around the counter, you have to repay him with something right? An idea popped in your head as you smiled to yourself. As you prepare your little surprise for the stranger, everytime you glance in his direction he always seems to be looking at you at the same time. Strange, but this man is already strange already. 

After a couple of minutes you approached the strange man again. As you approached him, he seemed to sense your presence and watched you set a plate down. 

“This… is a little thanks for helping me with those nut jobs.” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze. But he didn’t say a word as he took a bite out of the warm pastry. 

“Thanks.” He said muffled by the pastry that was in his mouth.

“No, thank you.” You smile as you walk away, going back to cleaning the mess the gang left behind. It seems that you have a new routine, you wake up, get the bakery ready, get harassed again, but now you have your new regular. The strange ice blue haired man comes in everyday it seems to work? You don’t really know, you never really pry into it. He always comes in and gets the same thing. A pure black iced coffee with a nice warm pastry. You're always confused when he asks for ice coffee as it’s Snezhnaya, the temperatures are always in the negatives. But he seems to enjoy his order. You can’t complain, he seems to help out when the gang comes in to harass you.

But for the past few weeks he hasn’t shown up.You were concerned and asked around but no one seemed to know what or who you were talking about. But something strange started to happen. Dead bodies have started showing up around your bakery. Either in your front door, in your alley way, or in the back door, wherever there is a spot a body was found. And every single time the body belonged to the gang that was harassing you. And every single time there was a message written in their blood confessing their crimes of harassing you. You were freaked out about it, thinking there was a serial killer on the loose and you reported it to the nearest Fatui station. The Fatui seemed to care for about a week but then stopped. They dropped the case saying that the 2nd Fatui Harbinger Il Dottore dropped the case. Which is strange because Lord Pucinella is in charge of the capital’s police so why is the Doctor dropping the case? You were lowkey freaked out about everything, but everytime you were scared to leave the strange man always seemed to appear. Always willing to walk you home, and if anytime you ask about his whereabouts he would just dismiss the question. Although a little freak out you didn’t question why he was here. It was nice to have someone watching over you especially when it seems that someone is clearly doing a revenge for you. 

On one fateful night, a quiet night you were alone in your bakery cleaning some dishes when you heard a high pitch scream. Your head shot up as you gently placed down the cup. The screams died out, and the silence after was deafening. Did you just hear the last moments of someone's life? You hesitated to leave the backroom before you heard a little ding, it rang around the quiet bakery, you were frozen not knowing what to do.

“Darling are you there?” A familiar voice spoke up, it was that man. You quickly walked out of the room already babbling about what just happened. But you were stopped in your tracks, your eyes went wide, and face went pale. There he stood covered in blood, his face like a maniac as he held a little box with a pretty bow on top. 

“W-what happened to you?” You stuttered as you slowly approached the man who gave a crazed smile holding out a box.

“I got you a present.” Completely ignoring the question he set the present in your hands. The blood smeared all over your hand. 

“What is it?” You hesitatingly asked. 

“Open it,” 

You slowly pulled the little ribbon on the top, the ribbon fell gracefully on your blood stained hands. Slowly taking the top off you only caught a glimpse of the inside before dropping it. Falling out of the gift box was a human heart, the blood oozing out of the heart pooling on your recently cleaned floor. You scrambled back, your back hitting against the wall harshly. 

“W-what is this?” You exclaimed looking over at him, all he had was a small smile as he walked around the counter getting closer to you. 

“A profession of my love, darling.” His small smile turned into a smile.You were still scrambling away to the back room.

“With a human heart! What is wrong with you?” You yelled, all he did was start to laugh, a laugh that soon turned into a cackle.

“What is wrong with me? With me? Oh darling, everything.” He made eye contact with you, his eyes blown wide with lust as he continued his approach. 

“Those little gang members won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered as he encaptured you between his arms against the wall. Inches away from his face as he gave a manic smile. 

“You did this, killed all those gang members?” Your voice wobbled as you tried to grasp the situation. 

“Oh yes, I did, made sure they won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered, his face inches away from you. You were shaking uncontrollably, you didn’t know how to react.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whispered your voice quivering with every word. The man just cackled as he rested his head against your shoulder. 

“Hurt you… haha… I can never hurt. Not you, never.” 

“I… don’t even know your name.” He stared straight into your eyes, his ruby red ones shining in the light, piercing through yours. 

“I go by many names, but I prefer you call me Zandik.” Zandik reached out to your face, creasing it, the smell of metal filled your senses as he spread the blood all across your face. He leaned in his lips inches away from yours, you can feel his breath against your face.

“I would kill the whole world for you, I want you so badly. Please…” He pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I…I…” 

“Please…” You looked away for a second before Zandik let out a sound of frustration before slamming his lips against yours. It was rough, he had your arms pinned, you can’t move an inch. When he pulled away he smiled as he stroked your cheek. You’re pretty sure that the majority of your face is covered in blood. 

“I want you.” He murmured against your skin as his hands trailed back untying your apron.

“Do you want me?” He asked looking straight into your eyes, you just nodded. He started to laugh, the mood completely shifting for both of you. For him he was ecstatic, but for you… you have no idea. You were scared, afraid, but also calm? Like sure this Zandik man killed a bunch of men, but he did it in your honor. He has no ill intention on harming you, and he is clearly doing it out of love. But do you love him? All these thoughts stirred in your head as you felt Zandik’s hands trailed down your dress till it was underneath the frills. 

“Haa, do that again? Make that sound again, you sound so cute.” He breathed as he started to hike up your dress. The dress crumpled up to your waist as you obliged his request by whimpering again as you felt the cold wind of Snezhnaya brush against your legs. Zandik pulled back admiring how you looked. He chuckled as he leaned in towards your ear.

“You look beautiful with all this blood. So beautiful…” He whispered as he worked his way towards your panties. But was stopped your sudden grip on his wrist. He looked shocked at your audacity to stop his advancement. 

“C-could you at least wash the blood off your hands.” You mumbled as you looked away, “I don’t really want someone’s blood inside me.” It clicked in Zandik’s head and he rushed over to the sink, scrubbing his hands clean of all the blood. You stood there in shock on what’s happening. Everything is settling on you like a ton of bricks. This man who you're about to have sex with just killed a bunch of people these past months, and just professes his love to you with a human heart. How… strange. You listened to him mutter to himself something about, “not wanting other guys dna inside you.” that “you belong to him and him alone.” or “I’ll never let anyone hurt her again.” You weren’t going to lie, it was lowkey hot to see him like this. He patted his hands down on his pants before latching himself back onto you. His lips were back onto yours devouring you lips like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as he started to slowly grind against you. You could feel how hard he was against your cloth vagina. 

“I can’t help myself dear, you are so perfect.” He murmured against your skin, you felt his gloved hands trail down playing with the edge of your underwear. You felt him smile against your skin as he pulled your underwear to the side and plunge two fingers into your soaking wet clit. You heard him groan as he worked your way through your vagina. 

“You’re already so wet for me dear. So perfect, taking in my fingers like this.” He moaned as he fastened his pace. The moans couldn’t stop as you closed your eyes. The feeling was so overwhelming, the foreign feeling of his leather gloves pistoning in and out of you felt strange yet pleasurable. Zandik was biting against your skin, his shark-like teeth biting down on your exposed neck, you felt your blood trickle down your neck. His pace fastened with each thrust, you couldn’t hold back your moans. Whimpering his name every now and then, which seemed to get a reaction out of him. 

“Ha, I’m close.” You breathed out, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. But the minute you said that you felt Zandik’s fingers ripping out of your inside. You whined at the sudden loss of his fingers. 

“I know darling, but I promise you. I’ll make you feel so so much better. I swear.” He cackled as he fiddled with his pants. You intently watched as he pulled his now hard cock out. He slapped it against your clit, earning a moan. You eyed at the sheer size of his cock. It was huge. You don’t think it would fit inside you.

“It’s not going to fit.” You exclaimed, panicking looking up to Zandik’s glaring red eyes.

“Too big? Haha, don’t worry darling, I’ll make it fit.” Zandik smiled as he lined up his cock with your vagina. 

“It’s not going to fit-” You were cut off as Zandik shoved his girthy cock all the way in one go. You yelled in pain and pleasure by the stretch. You tried to tell him to slow down but your cries fell on deaf ears as Zandik set a rough pace. He seemed to lose his own pleasure to listen to your pleas. You felt tears start to flow down your cheeks by the stretch of Zandik’s dick. Zandik started to laugh like a mad man looking down on you, his eyes wide like a crazed man.

“You look so beautiful like this darling, so beautiful when you cry.” He laughed, slamming his lips against yours, kissing your pain away. 

“Please, I want to cum.” You cried pulling away from him, the pain turning into pleasure as Zandik continued his rough pace.

“Ha, so obedient, so perfect. You were made for me,” He moaned as he gently cupped your face.

“Look at you, you were worried about my dick fitting yet look,” He tilted your head to see his dick disappear inside your vagina with each rough thrust, “your pussy was made for me, molded just me, and me only.” Your walls flutter against his dick with his words, which causes Zandik to groan.

“And now, you’re sucking me in with every thrust. Greedy greedy girl.” He chuckled as he captured your lips again. When he pulled away, a thin string of spit kept you connected.

“I’ve been aching for you for weeks now,” He started his confession, “every night, I would imagine how perfect you would be around my cock. And-ha, just look. It’s perfect, you're perfect, just for me. You’re mine, got it?” His words fell out of his mouth in pure pleasure as he started to draw dizzy circles around your clit. That sent your nerves into overdrive, moans kept falling out of your mouth. Your senses were sent into overdrive, every touch from Zandik made you clamp down around his dick. You couldn’t help it, the pure bliss that you were feeling was out of this world. 

“C-close.” You were able to get out, Zandik just chuckled before quickening his already fast pace. 

“Gods please, I want your vagina to suck me dry. Please, let me cum inside you.” Zandik moaned, “I want you to bear my children. Gods please.” All you could do is nod as you felt that coil tighten again in your stomach. 

“Please Zandik, I want to cum.” You moaned, the mere mention of his name made him go into overdrive. Circling his fingers around your clit faster, and faster. Every sense went into overdrive and you couldn’t hold it in longer. Clamping down on his cock you shook violently as you screamed out of his name. Zandik continue his rough pace fucking you through your high.When you came down from your high, you felt Zandik pull out of your overstimulated hole. You whine from the empty feeling, as Zandik let you fall to your knees, exhausted from everything. But Zandik wasn’t done, he stroked his dick faster and faster aiming it straight to your face. He cupped your chin making you look up at him with your fucked out face.

“So beautiful, so perfect. Just for me, tell me you want me.” Zandik breathed, he continued to stroke his dick before you stop his action. Confused, he watched as you replaced his hands with yours as you started to stroke him from base to tip. Zandik eyes blown wide from your actions he couldn’t help but start to thrust into your hands.

“I’m yours.” You muttered as you gave kitten licks on his tips. Zandik groaned as his dick twitched in your hands. The white warm semen painted your face, he had so much cum in him that by the time he finished you are probably sure your face is covered full of cum and blood. Zandik was breathing heavily as he gave a cackle. He smeared the cum and blood across your face, giving a small smile. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum painted all over your face.” You didn’t respond, only your heavy breathing was heard in the quiet bakery. You two stood in silence before Zandik noticed something outside the bakery, stuff his cock back into his slacks.

“Stay down there darling.” He smiled before turning towards the bakery door. You didn’t peak up but you heard the bakery bell ring indicating someone walked inside. 

“Lord Dottore! We’ve been looking all over for you.” Someone said, Lord Dottore? You mean the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? You looked up at “Zandik” who was annoyed by the disruption. 

“What is it?” He sounded annoyed. 

“We’ve located the gang that was harassing the bakery owner.” One of them stated, you watched as “Zandik” snatched the paper out of the person's hands.

“Very well, get to it then. I want any survivors sent to the lab. Have Prime deal with it.” He sounded a mix of boredom and anger as he dismissed the people who entered the bakery.

“Yes lord Harbinger.” They both said, before you hear them walking out of the bakery. Zandik turned back to you, giving you a wicked smile.

“Y-you’re the 2nd harbinger?” You whispered trying to scoot away.

“Oh are you scared now that you know my identity? Aw, you hurt me dear.” “Zandik” smiled, kneeling down to your level. He reached out for you stroking the cum and blood across your face.

“I promise you no one will hurt you again right?” You nodded at his statement, “Good. Now that I marked you I will always protect you… from anyone.”

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin smut #dottore x female reader #genshin x reader smut #il dottore #webttore #webttore x reader

[random-mizu-fan]

FEAR IN YOUR BLOODSTAINED EMERALDS

A blue eye samurai fanfiction by yours truly

TW: Violence!! 

(kinda slightly Mizu x Fowler but not necessarily,, js read to find out 😭) 

(Set in England, where Fowler helps Mizu track down the 2 remaining white men - Skeffington and Routley)

(PS. I'm not familiar with sparring, combat fighting, war, history, weapons or any of the sort so I apologize in advance if this is OOC, or not aligned to the actual show! And this was kindda rushed)

"Let's see what ya got, little miss." Fowler says, in a dangerously low voice. His lips curved in a taunting smile as his emerald orbs stared intensely into Mizu's sapphire ones. Mizu grits her teeth in irritation, glaring at the man with hatred. "Oh my, I can see your eyes filled with hatred.." he rasps, voice filled with venom. "I like that, you better not hold back.." he pauses before he clicks his tongue. "Little miss." 

Mizu growls, charging right towards Fowler, but right before they were too close, she draws her sword, dragging the blade across the earth then pushing it deep before shifting her body weight to the weapon, then jumping in the air, drawing out a dagger knife as she slashes it towards Fowler who managed to dodge but with a scratch. "Hm, not bad." He comments, watching the cut the dagger knife left on his shoulder. But just before he could get more than a few seconds to catch his breath, Mizu attacked again, trying to hit him relentlessly but Fowler kept dodging, his grin growing wider with each attempt. He laughs, shaking his head. “You'll have to try harder.. Little miss.” He says, charging towards Mizu, falling on top of her. There was a sadistic glint in his eyes as he pulled out a gun, aiming it at Mizu. But luckily for Mizu, she was quick on her feet and managed to kick Fowler in the groin, pushing him off and making him growl in pain.

“I thought we weren't using a gun.” She scowls at the sight of the weapon. “Now whoever said I would agree to those conditions?” He spits out, before palming his nether region as he eyed the samurai before he points the gun at her direction yet again. 

That was when he pulled the trigger. 

Fortunately for Mizu, she was quick to dodge the bullet, slipping into the ground and sliding towards Fowler, grabbing her sword and kicking his feet making the white man lose his balance and fall into the ground with the gun in his hand. She stomps her feet onto the gun, preventing Fowler from using it as she presses her blade against his neck. She grits her teeth, the blade drawing blood from his neck. She glares at him, their faces so close. “You're crazy.” He whispers, staring into her blue orbs. “Yet your eyes are so pretty.” He rasps, voice edging with venom but there was a tiny drop of sincerity in it. Mizu scowls, grabbing the gun in Fowler's hand and throwing it away. “Don't try to flatter your way out of this.” She whispers as she gets off of him, fixing her clothes. 

“I mean it, little miss.”

—-------------

She watched as they restrained him, while also being restrained by the white men surrounding her. Fear flashed in her eyes of the impending doom about to be bestowed upon Fowler. "ABIJAH!!!" She screams as for the first time, she sees genuine fear in the man's eyes. Fear, pain, which she thought was impossible to see from a man like him. He was a brute, an absolute devil who traded guns, opium and flesh. A man who you can tell has tasted flesh raw. A sadist who you could tell is very familiar with the iron taste of blood. Who has killed and sold hundreds - if not, thousands of innocent people. But yet.. Here he was, his emerald eyes shining in fear, looking at Mizu with hurt. “Mizu.. ” He tries to scream back, fighting against his restraints. "Mizu..!!"

"ABIJAH!!!" She screams again, trying to escape the white men. She didn't even notice the shogun that was there, Taigen, Akemi, Takayoshi.. They were there. But all Mizu could see was Fowler, in his restraints.

Mizu yelled and growled, watching as the men tried to put a clothed bag over Fowler's eyes while he tried to escape. And he did, for a moment. He was able to free one of his hands, reaching out to Mizu desperately. 

Mizu furrowed her brows, eyes wide as she tried to reach out for Fowler's hand as well, but was unable to with the distance that separated them. Mizu watched as the white men laughed, dragging a knife against Fowler's neck while the other pointed a gun to his head. “Why do you care so much? Didn't you want to kill him anyways?” the man pointing a gun to Fowler questions. “And yet you're here, screaming for him.”

“Pathetic..”

Mizu growls, watching the men smile at both of them with pure evil before they turn to Fowler who was on his knees, restrained. "You deserve this, Fowler. You traitor." Routely grumbles to him. Skeffington only laughs, pressing the blade against Fowler's neck, making the man grit his teeth. "Goodbye." He said, just before pulling the trigger.

It was all black, and time in slow motion as Mizu watched the man being executed for being a traitor. For giving illegal information to Mizu, and for trying to help her find Skeffington and Routley.

Mizu's eyes were filled with horror, hurt, anger, anguish, as her heart dropped. Everyone was quiet except for the two that were now beside the bleeding Fowler. “Farewell.. Little miss." He said in a low, soft voice, his lips curving into a small soft smile. "I… hope you manage to.. kill.. them."

That was when Mizu could feel herself change. There was something more than what she felt.. Something was brewing in her, something was coming out of her. She growled loudly, screaming as she recklessly fought against her restraints, biting off the flesh of the ones who held her captive so she could be free. She screamed with all of her might, as she charged towards Routley and Scaffington who were in shock. She drew out a gun. A European pistol. One Fowler gave to her. She screams as she smacks Routely’s face repeatedly with the pistol before grabbing his hair and kicking his face over and over again in full rafe. Skeffington glared, about to stab her with the dagger but Mizu was quick to shoot him with the gun she held. The army around her saw this and was ready to aim fire at Mizu but they immediately fell to the ground, blood pooling out from their bodies. But Mizu didn't even notice it. After Scaffington had been shot, she was still kicking Routley over and over again until there was a big pool of blood surrounding her. That was when she continued to hear the slashes of swords against the flesh, slicing them into two and the sound of gunshots but she was too lost to fully notice it. The sound of death and slaughter around her was a barely audible sound. She could only focus on one thing and that was kicking Routely’s face over and over and over again. It went on for how long until she let go of Routely who was now bleeding profusely. She gasps for air, taking in the oxygen, panting as she falls to her knees in front of Fowler who was now dead. Her eyes filled with hurt, her chest feeling like it had been stabbed multiple times as she brought his upper torso to her lap. She grits her teeth, looking at his bleeding dead body. 

That was when she heard footsteps approaching her, she looked up, pointing the gun towards whomever dared came close to her. That was when her sapphire blue eyes met the brown eyes of her people. The Shogun. Taigen. Akemi. 

“You… You did this.” She growls, still pointing the gun towards them. “Now, now Mizu, calm down.” They put their weapons down as they came close to Mizu. “You did amazing..!” Taigen says a bit proudly. “You saved us. You saved us all.” The elder son of the Shogun says, smiling. “You're a hero to Japan. Without you we could have been doomed.”. 

“Perhaps you will be appointed as a new lord! Wouldn't you like that? “

“You.. Fuckers.. A hero?! A lord?!” She snaps, glaring at them. “You were here the entire time! You watched!! You all watched as they killed Fowler!!” She screams, her voice faltering the more she talked as she glanced at the man. Everyone looked at her in complete confusion. “Didn't you want to kill him? You wanted him dead. You let yourself on the brink of death just to kill him.”

“And now you're upset that he's dead..?”

Mizu widens her eyes as she looks at them. She took a look around everyone and then at Fowler. Indeed.. She did want him dead. And the other two as well. But why..? Why is she so hurt about it now? It was like an internal dilemma boiling inside her. She felt so conflicted. It was stupid.

“You were so eager to kill them.”

Indeed she was. But it.. Hurt. 

—--------

Nobody showed up except her. Nobody but the half Japanese half white woman dressed in all black with a hat and yellow tinted glasses. She was holding a bouquet of blood red chrysanthemums. They looked, gorgeous. And pretty. She sighed, gulping in the lump in her throat. “I did.. I killed them.” She then raises her sleeves, revealing her cross tattoo that had dots on each side except for one side. 

“I killed the men I was sworn to kill. For my revenge.” She says, looking at the name that was engraved into the gravestone. “I killed them, except for one that I failed to kill.” Her voice goes lower, and softee. “I failed to kill you..” She whispers. “You didn't die by my blade or hand.” She sniffles to what seemed to be a sob. But you couldn't really tell. She places the bouquet gently on his grave. “They killed you.” She whispers. 

“Maybe because I couldn't..“

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen blue eye samurai #abijah fowler

[littlefanficprincess]

I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

~~~~~~~~

How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

[phone]

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

[haunted-xander]

Chiaki hasn't seen the two girls since she helped them deal with the Monokuma hoard. The only notable people she's met are a few of the captives scattered about, all wearing an armband with the Monokuma eye symbol on it. The girl Fukawa-san was with was wearing one too... She must've been a captive. She has Fukawa-san and a hacking gun though, so she's probably fine... I think.

There was also a pure white Monokuma covered in bandages that tried to talk to her, telling her about a 'secret hideout' he'd been bringing surviving adults to. Chiaki didn't trust a word of what he said, so she left him alone, vaugely taking notes of the bear's description of the supposed hideout. Just in case. Even if he acts friendly, I can't trust him. His claims of an advanced AI only makes him more suspicious. If this was a video game, I bet there'd be a twist reveal at the end that the hideout was a trap all along and Monokumas would swarm the place and kill all the adults. That 'Shirokuma' is bad news.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a blue-haired kid run away from the nearby shrine. That kid... he's part of the 'Warriors of Hope', right? What's he running from? ...Maybe Fukawa-san and that girl are over there... I should check it out. Having made her decision, Chiaki cautiously walked up the stairs.

By the time she had walked all the way up, Toko was laying on the ground talking with the girl. The girl sounded like she was crying. Unexpectedly, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind them. Chiaki was still too far away to make any words out, but there was no mistaking it. Komaeda-kun...? What's he doing here? This can't be good...

She got as close as she dared, making sure to be quiet all the way. Now able to see Nagito clearly, she noted that he had a single mitten on his left hand, a metal chain collar around his neck, and... face paint? Crudely scribbled all over his face. He briefly glanced her way, and she quickly ducked behind the torii gate's pillar. It'd be bad if I got spotted... I could end up putting those two in danger. And... I don't want them to know my relation to Komaeda-kun... As she could now hear them, she started paying attention to the scene.

"Well, personally... It's for the sake of the game. Byakuya Togami is important to you, is he not?" Togami-kun? Did Komaeda-kun... "Then allow me to lend a hand. See, you'll still make it if you go now." What's he talking about? Did he make a deal with Fukawa-san? Nagito opened the lid of the small container and poured pepper over Toko's face, who covered her nose and tried not to sneeze. "Toko!" The unfamiliar girl made to move towards her, "Don't come near me! You, you...! Run!"

Right after she said her warning, Toko sneezed and promptly jumped up, twirled in the air and masterfully landed on her feet. "TA-DAAAA! Don't get your blood on my glasses~ I'm the Cinderella of the slaughter flower garden~ AHAHAHAAHHAHAAHA!" Her voice and body language was completely different, now resembling more how she was when Chiaki met her holding back the Monokumas. "Please... Please stop!" The girl tried to plead with her friend, but to no avail.

With her scissors ready for attack, 'Toko' dashed forward in between Nagito and the girl at a speed Chiaki could barely process. She swore she saw the scissors making an 'X' in the air from the slash. Clearly expecting to be the one hurt, the unfamiliar girl's face shifted into shock as Nagito's thighs started bleeding as his knees wobbled and he fell down.

Standing up, 'Toko' started making mocking blabbing noises, "SHUT the hell up, you lanky wavy-haired bastard!" By now she had turned around to face him. Chiaki guessed she was scowling at him, though she couldn't see 'Toko's' face to confirm it.

"Ah, oh right. Even though you two share knowledge, you don't share memories, correct?" Nagito's reply was calm, completely unbothered by his wounds. "So then, you have no idea who the real enemy is. An honest mistake I suppo-"

"You IDIOT, it's no mistake." 'Toko' started walking closer. "What I share with her isn't just knowledge. She and I also share... emotions." 'She'? "If we didn't, there's no way we'd both love Master." Pointing her scissors at his face, she continued, "And my emotions are telling me this: To kill you and let Dekomaru escape." 'Dekomaru'? I get the feeling that's a nickname... "And you're something of a pretty boy yourself, so I can kill you as I like, no remorse~" Why would it matter if he's pretty? ...Ah! Could it be...?

"Haa, I see. So you've stopped trying to take advantage of Komaru Naegi. Is that friendship?" 'Komaru Naegi'... So that's the other girl's name. 'Naegi'... She's probably related to Naegi-kun. Sister, maybe? He has mentioned having one...

"HUH?"

"To travel the harsher path for the sake of protecting your friend... Such beautiful friendship... I truly think it's a... splendid thing." ...Well, Komaeda-kun's being his usual self at least. "But, aren't you a serial killer? A person who has no problem taking lives to satiate your own lusts." Oh, so I was right. She is Genocider Syo. Guess that explains some things. "For someone like that... saying things like 'friendship' or 'friends'... Do you not find it strange? Or even shameful?"

As Nagito finished talking, Syo retreated the scissors and statted clutching her stomach. "MhmhmhahaHAHAAHAHAHAHAAA-HAAH I CAN'T BREATHE! 'Friendship'? 'Friends'? HahaahaHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!" The moment she finished laughing, she grabbed him by the hair and lowered her face to be eye-level with him. "Obviously freaking not." She lifted herself back up and threw her scissors back preparing to stab. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING MY FRIEND!?"

"No! You're my friend!" Komaru rushed and grabbed Syo's arm with her entire body, hugging it close to restrain it. Annoyed, Syo grunted out, "Uggghhh what are you doing... Let go!"

"No, I won't! I mean, you made a promise with Togami-kun, right? You said... you wouldn't kill anymore. If you keep your promise, you can be an official member of Future Foundation." She's not one already? ...I guess they'd be wary of recruiting a serial killer... "That's why you... you just can't!" Komaru voice cracked, clearly keeping back tears, but Chiaki could still make out the corner of a smile. "I...never thought of you or Toko as abnormal. You're just a little strange, that's all. But even so, you're important to me! No matter what, you're a precious friend and I won't let you do this!" Her voice cracked as she finished speaking.

"You know... You're probably wasting your time." Komaru's attention shifted to Nagito. "After all... She knows she needs to kill me. Togami-kun's life is in danger as long as I am alive. If she breaks the promise we made and let's you escape..." She looked back to Syo, and made a decision. "...I'll stay. If that's how it is. If I stay in this city and go with her, then it's fine, right?"

"That's right-"

"HEY" Syo broke out of Komaru's hold and released Nagito. "Do you know what the hell you're talking about!? You were crying and whining about escaping earlier, remember!? Now what, you changed your mind?"

"I still want to escape! I'm still scared, even now! But you feel the same way, don't you? You're still scared, but you tried to help me escape. You hid how scare you were inside, didn't you? There's no way I can run now, leaving you behind!" Syo lowered her head at Komaru's words, her voice getting quiet. "...As expected. You just don't get it."

She stabbed her scissors towards Komaru's neck, just barely avoiding cutting the skin. "I betrayed you. I betrayed you, you know!?" Not at all fazed by Syo's actions, Komaru grabbed the scissors with both hands and spoke. "...No. No, you didn't. And you're suffering from guilt, aren't you?" She smiled "If you're hurting, you can tell me. I'm an unreliable, normal girl who can't do anything... But...I can at least do normal things, right? And it's normal for a friend to help a friend." Speaking louder, "I'll... stay. No matter how much you say no, I will definitely stay with you, alright? I've... decided."

Syo finally let up and turned her back to Komaru, now facing the stairs. Chiaki made sure to hide herself more discreetly. "...Man, so annoying. All that lip-service talk I hate, so irritating. Anybody can just say something." Komaru started to look more and more dejected. "In that case, I'm a great detective, an austronaut, a reporter and a tera-suuuuper beauty!"

Finishing her mockery, Syo lowered her head. "...And besides, you have absolutely no idea what I'm really like." Komaru took a step forward. "What do you mean?"

A long pause followed, the silence finally breaking at Syo's reply, "...There's no way I'd say no."

"Huh?"

"Rather... Thanks."

Komaru broke out into a relieved smiled, the tears disappearing "...Toko!" She ran towards her, when Syo's face suddenly scrunged up and she sneezed, switching back to Toko. Now feeling awkward, Komaru tried to explain herself, "...Oh. So, um. About what just happened..." Toko started to blush and twiddled her fingers together. "I-it's alright... I kinda figured out what was happening..."

"Huh? Really?"

"F-friend...? T-the last time I was called that w-was in a dream I had in grade school..."

"That's pretty depressing..." As the two girls' conversation started devolving into banter, Chiaki tuned them out and focused her attention back to Nagito.

"Well, guess it turned out alright. If Komaru Naegi had run away, the hope of this city would've gone with her... To prevent that... A wound like this will not dimish my resolve. ...Though it does hurt." As he spoke up, the girls remembered that he was still there, and focused their attention back to him. Toko approached him first. "It's time you started talking. How do we release Master Togami?"

"All you have to do is defeat the Final Boss. You save the princess after defeating the Final Boss, right? ...In theory."

"In theory...?"

"I was not the only one who came up with the plan to take you to the children's base. I have a partner... But I'm not sure what they are planning, to be honest." So Komaeda-kun is a part of this after all... Guess I should've expected that. He is still Ultimate Despair... "Wh-who is that...?"

"There's no way I would tell you that. I have... already been disqualified from the game." I wonder why he keeps talking like it's a video game. Maybe the kids have something to do with that? "But, it'll be alright. No matter what kind of despair awaits you, hope will overcome it. The deeper and darker the despair... the brighter and more powerful the hope born from it." ...Typical Komaeda-kun.

"Yeah... you're crazy alright." Oh, you have no idea... "You are seriously disgusting... You're like three steps below vomit in a toilet." ...That's a bit far. Clearly ignoring their comments, Nagito ended his exposition. "Anyway, all you need is to progress forward. I will support you until the very end."

"So in order to get Togami-kun, we have to stop the children's rioting, right? Then... I'll do it. There's no other choice." Komaru turned to look at Toko. "...Right, Toko?" Turning to Komaru as well, Toko questioned, "B-but... are you sure you can do this?"

"There's no way I can accept leaving you behind. Thanks to you, I've come this far... And not just that... Maybe I'm not really attached to this town, but I will save my friend."

"Komaru..."

Nagito started talking about hints or something, telling them where they should go now. Chiaki wasn't really paying attention anymore, but she did catch Komaru talking about a 'resistance', and mentioned Shirokuma alongside some 'Towa' guy. At that, Nagito mentioned an alternative route they could take to arrive at the resistance hideout. ...Not very secret, now is it, Shirokuma? Having made their decision, the girls went back down the stairs and left the area, neither of them noticing Chiaki behind the pillar.

"...You can come out now, Nanami-san. There's only me left here." Chiaki jumped, not expecting Nagito to have noticed her. She cautiously peeked out from behind the pillar, looking around to make sure there really wasn't anyone else around, and stepped out once she had confirmed it. "...Komaeda-kun. I didn't expect to see you here. You look... different."

"Ah, right. I apologise for making you see me like this. I must be such a repulsive sight."

"...That's not what I meant. It just suprised me. ...Did those kids draw on your face? Should I wash it off?" Deciding to focus on the more simple change, she pointed out the... less than professional face paint. "Ah, that. I completely forgot about that, haha. Little Monaca-san got annoyed by me, so she told the other kids to draw on my face as punishment, that's all."

"...I'm definitely wiping it off." She pouted as she dug into her bag for tissues. Finally finding them, she took them out and started wiping Nagito's face paint off. Since the tissue was dry, she ended up just making a smudgy mess instead. Annoyed, she put her hand back into her bag, hoping she has a spray-bottle of water or something. She took out an ordinary water bottle and poured a tiny bit onto the tissue, trying to wipe his face again.

"...You, ah, really didn't need to do this, Nanami-san. It was my fault for ticking off Monaca-san to begin with..."

"Shut up. The face paint looks stupid so I'm removing it. ...And there! all gone." She stepped back and reviewed her work, nodding to herself when she confirmed there was no face paint left. "...Now, what about the other stuff?"

"...Other stuff?"

"You know the... Mitten and chains. Did the kids put those on too?" Honestly, she found the sole mitten weirder than the chain. A chain collar seems like something Komaeda-kun would be into, it wouldn't surprise me if it was some kink thing he forgot to take off... But the mitten seems out of place. "Ah, those... Well, the chain collar was indeed from the Warriors of Hope. I have been working as their servant for a while now, so it is not odd for them to chain me to signify that."

"Oh, I see. That makes sense. ...And the mitten?"

"Well-" Nagito was cut off by the sound of moving metal coming from behind him. "...Ah, it seems we are out of time. I do hate to cut our reunion short, but I believe you should leave now, Nanami-san."

"Komaeda-kun...?"

"Ahaha, do not worry about me. I will be fine. Now, go. I will live, but you will be killed on the spot if he sees you." Who's 'he'? "...Alright. But I'll be looking for you later, okay?" Nagito simply smiled in reply and waved with his right hand.

As Chiaki turned her back to him and walked away, she started thinking about how she hadn't seen Nagito use his left hand at all. Did something happen to it...?

And with that, she walked away from the sound of heavy metal.

#omg gay people #also pls ignore any typos and mistakes i was tired when i wrote this chapter #chiaki nanami #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #genocide jack #genocide jill #genocider syo #tokomaru #syomaru #nagito komaeda #remnant searcher chiaki au #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa another episode ultra despair girls #udg #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #art #my art #xanders art #xanders haunting art #digital art #fan art #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #cw blood #tw blood

[sweeteaacakes]

I opened my phone and found a game I pre-registered months ago! It's called "Tokyo Debunker"!

Have you guys seen those creepy ads of a video game that looked like pkmn rip-offs called "Evertal*le"? This is one of their game and the ad caught me so I went for it. I was expecting a pixel-game but, uh, well, it's not TT-TT)... They tend to make misleading ads but this? I got caught by this...

It's more like a VN... BUUUUT it didn't disappointment me in and it served surprisingly well too!

THE PREMISE

Supernatural cases in Tokyo alongside devilish ghouls and quirky cats!

At the prestigious Darkwick Academy, your untily classmates have sold their souls to demons in exchange for a wish... and you'll have to find a way to make them work together to solve supernatural cases all over Tokyo. If you get stuck, you can always turn Darkwick's clever cat familiars for their supports!

It's comes with variety of gameplay modes!

Facilities building where your classmates can work and allows you to interact with them or read a conversation of your other classmates;

It have an "investigation" which is an... auto-turn-based battle mode. You just have to brainwork with their skills and equipments;

As bonus, it have a rhythm game! It's pretty easy since it's linear and you have to tap to allow the cat to turn around. You get 3 tries and is available for later!;

It also have co-op kode but I haven't tried yet!

Now let's start with opening!

As you can see on the imagine above, there are seven characters with each different uniform! Each of them are the leader of each "Houses".

Dark Blue: Frostheim || Yellow: Vagastrom

Orange: Jabberwock (and they have an axolotl in their emblem!!! ♡♡♡) || Dark red: Sinostra

Lilac: Hotarubi || Violet: Obscuary || Green: Mortkraken

The game will make you choose "who will you save"? It have a total of 7 houses with minimum 2 to 4 members. With Frostheim the with 4 members and Mortkraken with only 2! Obscuary is a particular one since it only shows one of its member! Once chosen a house, you will choose a character who will appear in the prolouge.

Aaaaand, yeah. The houses will be mentioned few chapters later :3

I won't spoil much but I can say that despite how lighthearted this this game is later... it knows how to jumpscare :)

And we go with Chapter 1

!!!UNDER THE CUT WILL BE A SLIGHT SPOILER TERRITORY!!!

!!!PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Aye! The MC here! They're female in illustration but I prefer calling them in GN! term and named them "Lucien"! We are in a train after a music concert. The chatroom with the people we went in left the chat and only us and another person, Mina, remain. Turns out we're both in the same train too so we decide to meet up!

A moment after the train arrived at the stop...but it's not ours...

Kisaragi Station? The creepypasta °0°)!?! (/j)

So, we're now in another stop... and found ourselves in an eerie place... And an unknown number calls us. Whether we pick it up or hang down, Mina will text us...

Mina makes her way in our car. We look at the number... 7... the door slides wide open but nothing's there other than darkness. Until someone whispers in our ears.

Gehehehe. I'm not gonna show you the whole thing in case you want to see it yourself!

I cut the spoiler of this chapter here but I'll give you preview of other shots because they are gorgeous!

Asgqhdhahs THE GALAXY ILLUSTRATION SOLD ME EVEN MORE WHAT FOLLOWED—

WE HAVE A CAT WITH A HAT FOR A CONDUCTOR 😭💕✨️

And this few panels! It's not much but I wanted to show how the writing and illustration doesn't shy away from showing blood and swearing! (Note: that guy used those mirror shards as the ammo for his gun btw... pretty rad.) So far, it's fully-voiced too!

Anyways, supernatural, eldritch beings, monsters? Check! They're very creative on it uwu). Good writing? Yaah! The art? Beautiful! Good humor? Nyah! (^=w=^)b

As said before, I'm not far in the story yet. I hope to see more creepy and cool stuffs but the daylight story isn't bad either! The characters have personality. Even MC had a good impression on me. They are down-to-earth and is quick at picking up to things happening around despite the sudden event in their life.

The only sad thing is... they all have body shapes... like... um... twink shaped in their 2-D.... and only one "dark-skinned" character 🥲... usgjqhsqj the Ad*nis Ot*gari of the game 🫠🫠🫠 I think he's cool and adorable tho! He went to the academy to search for his twin brother.

No romance, just classmates being sillies(/affectionate) going around to solve the supernatural in order to mantain the world's order.

The game is rated 16+ so I'm not sure if I'll post much about this here. I just wanted to show in case someone's interested!

The illustrations really do well at gorgeous scenes and at eerie scenes.

#tokyo debunker #other display 📚 #.sweeteaa writes

[evelightnavi]

Midnight Blue Ⅶ

♤ Featuring: Neteyam x Female Omatikaya Reader

♤ Word count: 1.2k

♢ I'm Evelight_Navi on wattpad, parts will also be uploaded there.

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Lately, the familiarity of the sun streaming through the mountain's crevices had transformed into a comforting warmth. It was something you missed since hiding in the Hallelujah mountains. The night the sky people came down, a big part of the forest had burned. All of you were no longer safe, so it was decided to take refuge in the mountains. It did help that the mountains interfered with the human radars. That and also the wildlife that would attack the helicopters, or the Samsons as Jake said.

Six months had passed since the human's arrival, yet the unspoken argument between Neteyam and you had lingered. It created an unsettling mood whenever you two were around each other. Your once close bond had turned into distance and silence one. Neither of you were ready to face the conflict. Afraid the other one had found happiness elsewhere, even though the promise of not falling in love was in the background. How could either of you bring someone else to your secret spot together. You both felt betrayed in a way that you didn't think you would.

All of you sat in some sort of a circle talking. You were seated between Lo'ak and Kiri. Tuk was in front of Kiri as she was braiding Tuks hair. Next to Kiri was Neteyam, who was sitting next to Spider. Meaning Spider was in between the two brothers. "What will they bring back this time?" Tuk questioned. "Guns, ammo, supplies. Anything that can be useful, like always." Lo'ak answered. You knew Tuk wasn't asking about any of that stuff. She was too young to understand any of those things. She wanted to know if one of your parents would bring some of the minerals, the humans mined, back. Both of your parents went to one of the human mines. They were going to fight the humans to make sure they couldn't use the mine. This wasn't the first time they left to fight the humans, and it wouldn't be the last either.

"No, Tuk. They won't bring any minerals back." Neteyam stated. It was like he had read you thought as you were about to say the same thing. You glanced at Neteyam for a quick second. He was concentrated on Tuk. "Not even a shiny rock?" Tuk asked. She was looking at Neteyam, who didn't respond to her question. She looked around the group, hoping someone would give her the answer she was hoping for. Kiri had finished Tuks braid, meaning she also got Tuks pleading eyes on her. "They won't bring a shiny rock." You spoke up, which resulted in a sad Tuk. "But if you want you could make me a new hairbead. I'm in need of a new one anyway." Tuk jumped up in excitement with a huge smile. She ran away, yelling she needed to find the perfect material. Not only did this result in a smile from Tuk, but it also brought smiles to everyone around.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Neteyam gazing at you with a tender smile. "What is she going to get this time?" Kiri said, still smiling. Spider nodded before answering her. Lo'ak rested his hand on your back. He gave you an approving smile as you turned towards him. "You're so great with her." He said silently as to not interrupt the others. Neteyam couldn't hear what Lo'ak had said to you. But the way you smiled at his brother made him jealous. Only he didn't want to admit this, it would break the promise. All four of you looked questionable at Neteyam. He had gotten up and was about to excuse himself for leaving. "They are here! The warparty is back!" Tuk yelled as she ran towards the group. She grabbed Neteyam's hand and pulled him along. "You have a great intuition, bro." Spider said as the rest of you got up.

As the six of you arrived, the sully kids had run off to their parents. Leaving Spider and you behind as they disappeared into the crowd. You looked around, searching for your parents. Spider helped you look, but due to his smaller height, he wasn't much help. You walked in front of Spider as you two made your way through the crowd. You saw Neytiri with Tuk and decided to walk to her. Her smile dropped as she saw you walking towards her. She had gotten very serious in a second. Neytiri tapped Jake on the shoulder, who was surrounded by the other three, then glanced back at you. Jake briefly looked your way before looking back at his mate. With a nod,he approached you while Neytiri guided their children elsewhere before joining him. You felt your stomach drop at the sight.

Spider almost bumped into you by your sudden stop. He saw your ears pin back as you slowly shook your head. He walked next to you to see what was going on in front of you. He saw the sully kids confused as they walked away. While their parents, on the other hand, walked straight towards you two. You grabbed Spider's hand as a reflex. Spider looked at your hand before looking back up at you. You too, were now looking at Spider. "D-Don't let go, please." You felt your voice crack. You didn't want to believe what you were thinking. Even if it was the case, you didn't want to be alone.

"Spider, please leave. We need to talk to Y/n alone." Jake stated as they had taken you to their hut. Spider had not let go of your hand, just like you requested. But he could see that the longer he refused to leave, the worse you were feeling. Spider let go of your hand. Your eyes looked at him, pleading not to leave you alone in this situation. Even if you both knew it was for the best. Spider was greeted by Lo'ak, who pulled him with him the second he was out of sight. He had pulled him to the back of the hut, where the others were sitting. All of them listened to what was being said in the hut while staying out of sight.

"Maybe you already guessed what we are about to tell you." Neytiri began while she walked closer. Overwhelmed, you nodded, unable to speak. "Your parents didn't make it..." Your head dropped, those words Jake spoke were hard to swallow. You had a feeling eversince you saw Neytiri smile drop. But those words made it a reality you didn't want. "N-no, it can't be." You raised you breaking voice a bit. You felt like your knees were going to give in. Jake told you your father had gotten hit by one of the explosives. Your mother screamed as she ran towards him. The mine collapsed, trapping your mother under the debris. "She entrusted me with to take care of you." Neytiri said, resting her hands on your shoulders. "Her final words and thoughts were for you." You slowly pushed her off as she finished.

"I need some time alone." You whisper, almost too softly to be heard. Jake and Neytiri looked at each other. It was like they were reading each others minds. "We understand. You're free to go." Jake began, casting an understanding glance in your direction. "Just come back when you are ready." Neytiri finished before joining Jake by his side. With a nod, you walked out the hut feeling defeated.

#avatar fanfiction #neteyam #neteyam fic #neteyam x female reader #neteyam x reader

[jtl07]

jtl07 fics, summer 2023

Kinda liked doing the half year recap in June and had planned to do another one at the end of the year, but since I had quite the posting spree this month, decided to do one now.

General stats

Total on this pseud: 12 (all avatrice / Warrior Nun fandom)

Fics posted (chronological order):

to all the girls (to you, to me) -- or: Ava watching people fall in love with Beatrice, including herself

leave it all behind (I’ll see you on the other side) -- or: Ava comes back - healthy, whole, quiet. Too quiet.

the long, delirious, burning blue -- or: the moody Top Gun 2 (Maverick) AU

another little peace (restful pieces): something old, something blue -- or: the girls buy cereal; or or: Bea learning the difference between safety and familiarity

looks for you in everything (finds you there) -- or: Switzerland vignettes based on items found in their bedroom

Enhanced Beings Tech Support transcripts -- or: What if there was technical phone support for “enhanced beings” like halo bearers?

another little peace (restful pieces): lets you see the wonder of it all -- or: Ava meets a member of her family

another little peace (restful pieces): like a boat -- or: Beatrice plays Stray Gods

late night vigil -- or: camila learns about beatrice's strap; she helps in her own way

another little peace (restful pieces): to always wake up to you -- or: avatrice proposal based off of SimplyKorra's fantastic headcanon

another little peace (restful pieces): perchance to dream (no more) -- or: Ava wakes up from a dream

can't go back -- or: Five times Beatrice tries a food for a second time

(More numbers, thoughts, and some plans below the cut)

More numbers

Total words: 36720

Shortest: 685 (to always wake up to you)

Longest (one-shot): 5987 (the long, delirious, burning blue)

Average/Median word count: 3060 / 2019

General thoughts

Nearly 10k more words in the past 3 months than I wrote the first half of the year - I guess being in a safe space after your life has been turned upside down makes a difference, huh?

I still don't know what happened this month - specifically, the two week period from 8/14 - 8/26 where my fingers were just trying their best to keep up with the stories pressing in my brain lol (willing to bet it's somethingsomething healing and how it can take many forms, like this kind of intense spike)

Fun fact: This is only the second time I've written a one-shot over 5k words this year (3rd time ever in my many years of writing fic). It's always interesting to look at the average / median word count because it's been firmly in the 2k range. I still want to challenge myself with longer work, they just take time and energy yknow? Under 3k, I feel really comfortable now, which is a cool feeling

Fic that surprised me:

Honestly, everything that happened in that intense two week period (i.e. everything posted after "the long, delirious, burning blue") was a genuine surprise. Every time one of those ideas happened, I felt like I was just trying to keep up. I was really glad to have the space - emotionally, physically - to write those stories.

And I guess what surprised me also was just how wide a range they all were. I've been trying to work on just "writing what will get written" and learning to turn off the judgemental voice in my head that says things like, "you should be writing more," or "you should be writing better ideas." It was a surprise that these ideas just kinda flowed without much friction, yknow? I'm taking it as a sign of growth :)

Fic that was the hardest to write:

Oh gosh hands down leave it all behind (I’ll see you on the other side) - I had to discard full drafts and start over from scratch multiple times to get to what's actually posted. I had tried different perspectives, different settings, different points in the story, but I just kept getting stuck. I think part of it was because when I write, I usually start with a vibe or an arc - with this one, I was starting with the turn, the twist - which I don't often write either. So writing this kind of story was new on all fronts

can't go back was also a bit frustrating to write - I've been dealing with a sudden recurrence of brain fog so I know part of it was that, but idk, I feel like it could have been tighter thematically

Fic that I'm proud of:

Definitely the Top Gun 2/Maverick AU, the long, delirious, burning blue. I mentioned this in a comment that when I first had the idea, I'd expected it to be more of an action fic - I don't often write action, so I thought it'd be a good opportunity to practice. But, as with most of my work, it ended up quite moody, more a reflection of grief and duty.

Why am I proud of it? Because despite my initial intent, and my initial disappointment when I realized the direction it was going, I allowed myself to go with it. Writing this piece helped me accept where I am in my writing, to accept the stories I choose to write and how I write them. This fic was not at all what I had expected, but it turned out to be exactly what I needed

Runner up: looks for you in everything (finds you there) - the final word count shocked me, honestly, I didn't expect to write so many vignettes. But I was mostly proud of the diligence behind this and letting my sappy side run free lol

WIPs in the wings

Lol my WIP list is hella long - and that's not counting a whole separate document I have that's just prompts. I still have some Supercorp ideas that I've not yet fleshed out that are more on the "experimental" side that play with form and formatting - I've also some avatrice ones in "genre" as well.

Surprisingly, I've a couple AUs I've been turning over in my mind - I blame playing Stray Gods for making me remember some video games I'd grown up playing lol Oh and I've been pondering how to do a litrpg/gamelit style fic as well.

There's a couple longer one-shots that I've been pecking at but are going to take me a while to finish - there's one that's sort of a sister to every leaf that falls (never stops falling) (not a continuation, more like a sister in terms of vibe and tone), and another that explores Ava having a new ability (will I ever stop being enamored with Switzerland era? The answer is no lol).

But mostly, I'm just going to vibe with happens - "write what will get written" and all. We'll see where it all goes!

If you've read this far, thanks a ton for your support and going on the ride that is my fics lol - much appreciation to y'all!

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Wandering Love - Chapter Four

A/N: Y'all this is Eeeekk🤭😋! yes freaking exciting, I🩷 love writing about Cowboy Benny, also this will have you will Awww moments🥺, and most probably hating me for cliffhanger, (sorry not sorry)🤣😱

Warnings: 18+ Only , Violence, Guns, Swearing, anything else, please let me know.🐞

Word Count: 1998🐞

Credits: Photos - Pinterest & Google🐞

Standing in the bushes he recalled the information he gathered in the town earlier that day, a CJ is this Bobby Singer's guardian, and from what he heard he's quite good. But he sure as hell didn't expect a little woman to point a shotgun at him, so he begun to speak, he sounded tired, it was a long ride "I didn't come here to cause no trouble mam"

"Oh well aren't you mighty nice, the name is CJ" she haulers

"I just came to talk" so this is CJ he thought to himself

"Oh really came to talk or take him?" Stepping off the porch now "Either way , you better go back where you came from"

"Not the trusting kind I see" he sneered

"No what gave you that idea, show yourself now" she shouted

"I'll come out, but I gotta warm you CJ, I'm the fastest gunslinger in the west, try too shoot me and you'll be the one biting the dust"

"I don't just shoot, step out of the shadows now" she demanded

The large man stepped out, three times her size, but she's dealt with plenty of men twice her size. No way she'd stand down from a fight due to a giant. As he walked slowly closer, something about him seemed familiar. He came to a stop, as she looked up at him, that's when se saw his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, how could this be, it's him, its really him. "Benny" she exclaimed, before she could stop herself, she let the shotgun come to a fall, as she ran towards him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it's his Willow. He couldn't form a word, as she ran towards him, jumping into his arms he held it out towards her instinctively. He sure as hell didn't waste a single second, he devoured her lips, like a man who's ravished, a man who's been left in the desert for too long. Clearly she felt the same, not once breaking the kiss, well that was until they heard multiple horses, surrounding them, a single gunshot was fired up in the air. Benny and CJ drew their 45's, backs standing against each other facing the bandit's. He sounded happy under the circumstances "Nice, 45 peacemaker, Willow"

She smiled, "the best gunslinger in the west, trained me too use them, and I stuck too it"

The hooded guy rode closer, bandana covering his mouth, "Ah little ol' CJ, protecting an murderer?"

Squinting her eyes, disgust in her voice "Dalton"

Benny spoke behind her, "you know this clown?"

"Yes his the eldest of the Jefferson brothers, and the damn reason Bobby lost his wife"

Benny turned to face her for a second "so it's true you, protect those who can't protect themselves"

All she got out was "I try" before the other two Jefferson brothers stormed the both of them.

Benny and CJ, both holstered their peacemakers, ready to get down and dirty in a fist fight.

Benny almost lost his mind, when he saw the one brother throwing a punch towards his little woman child, but she ducked giving him a upper jab, instead. The fist in his ribs caught him off guard, swinging his right fist towards the man's face, bringing the bandit too a fall, the gunshot took him by surprise, as it pierced his shoulder, glaring towards the man on the ground who shot him, Benny drew his 45, before the man could get off a second round, he planted that bullet between his eyes. Turning to face Willow, seeing she ran into the house, to probably get Bobby, the guy she fought off earlier is lying in the grass with a bloodied face.

Facing the old man in his wheelchair, holding a hunting rifle in hand "Come on Bobby we gotta go." He didn't hesitate he just simply agreed. She took ahold of the handles, pushing him towards the door, but she was met by Dalton.

"Hello pretty thing" he taunted her.

"Get out of my way Dalton" she ordered

He started to laugh, but it was short lived as she drew that 45, and pulled the trigger, she just simply winged him.  Even though he deserved to die, that's not who she was, she will wound her enemies, never try to kill them unless it's absolutely necessary.

Dalton got up, holding his shoulder to stop the bleeding, he glared in her direction "I'll get you CJ"

As she and Bobby went through the front door, she caught a glimpse of Benny, he was fighting with two other men, of course he was winning the fight. The moment he punched the last of the men he fighting, she shouted for his help with getting Bobby off of the stairs and onto a horse.

He whistled for Shadow, she did the same with Savannah, the horses came running, Benny quickly lifted Bobby out of his chair, and tied him to Shadow's back, got up, as did CJ, they ran, as if a tornado was about too hit the place.

Dalton and what's left of his men, quickly chased after them, furiously he shouted behind. "You killed my brother, your going to pay, I'll take something from you too Benny" he knew exactly who Benny Lafitte was, the man who weren't scared about anything, and he sure as hell didn't have any weaknesses until now that is, he saw the way those two kissed. With that being said he took his rope and started swinging, it up in the air, he isn't the best damn Rodeo rider for nothing, the lasso is swirling in the, air, just before the turn, in the road he flung the rope, catching his little steer so too say. He tucked at the rope, pulling it towards his direction, she travelled through the air, yelping when she hit the dirt road.

She saw the way Dalton grinned, pulling her closer towards his horse, she was defenseless as the rope, tightened around her arms and waist.

Benny heard the moment when his Willow screamed, he turned around running towards the sounds but he was met , by a couple of men and their rifles. He returned fire as best he could with just one arm, he was out gunned , knowing the only chance for her too survive is for him too get away, get Bobby to safety, he turned around, his cowboy boots giving Shadow the extra motivation, to run like the wind, and he did, until the  sound of the gunshots died down.

His blue eyes has turned dark, his jawline clenched and his mind is racing with terrible thoughts of what will happen to his sweet woman child. He just got her back, he can't loose her again. Swearing to himself, that he'll do anything in his power to save her.

Dalton's laugh was so damn irritating, if she could only write that smug off his face with her fist, but no, she's tied up too a tree trunk, he took her peacemakers, for himself, damn bastard. Every now and then he'll make a turn , kicking her or punching her in the face, of course she grunted now and again, but there aren't no way, she'll show him, in how much pain she really is, pretty sure, her whole body is bruised from the fall.

He walks closer too her, clenching her chin in his sweaty fingers, he smirked "Oh your going to be so much fun"

He came closer forcing a kiss, she tried to look away, but he hold her in place. She kicked him away and he demanded one of his men too tie up her legs as well.

"Feisty little one are you, I'll break you in don't worry " he grinned

A sly smile tugged at her lips, "I'll never break, you can try your best, but I will never" she meant every damn word.

He just laughed and sneered "We'll see about that." He walked back towards the campfire, sat down and drank some moonshine, his men joined in on the fun, laughing and telling each other about how they will take turns with her, and what they'll do to her. She had too be honest with herself, she was scared, she was so damn scared, so when one by one started to get drunk, she knew it was now or never, the entire time she tugged at the rope, pulling it loose thread by thread, her hands and fingers where a bloodied mess, but one hand came loose then the other one, every now and again, when they didn't look at her like she was prey, she'd start to untie the rope around her legs as well, both ropes was still around her giving the impression she was still tied up, but it was loose enough so that she could escape the moment she got a chance. She heard Dalton bark orders at his brother, to have his turn first, and that's when she saw the opportunity, as he came, closer towards her, he taunted her with a knife in hand tracing from her jaw to her collar bone right towards her chest. Without warning she kicked him on he's knees, taking the knife from him, placing it against his throat, maybe a little too hard as the blood started seeping through.

"Y'all better listen to me Dalton, give me my weapons back, and let me walk on outta here, then, you won't need too loose yet another brother" she warned.

He did as he was told throwing her belt with the holstered weapons towards her, he knew she one against ten so the odds was in his favor.

She catches the belt with one hand. The other hand still holding the knife in place. As she clipped the belt in place around her waist, she drew her 45 in her left hand, then letting the knife go, quickly drawing the other 45 as well, the man on the floor, flung around ready to take her, off her feet, but he stared down the barrel of the gun. Clicking her tongue "No I wouldn't advise that Cowboy"

Before anyone could reply, she turned and started running, she aren't no coward but like Kenny Rogers said "You got know when hold em' and now when too fold em"

She heard the men's footsteps and gunshots behind her, but she just ran, she ran all deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to decide, which way to go she felt the bullet piercing through skin, off her right shoulder blade, she tumbled, falling to her knees, maybe it was the adrenaline maybe it was the fear of those men catching up with her, but she just got up, blood streaming down her arm, she knew it was like a beacon for the men after her, giving away her position, so when she saw the riverbank, she knew that was her only chance of survival. It's almost nearly dark again, but its here only way. Jumping in she felt the coldness of the water against her skin. The river current was strong, almost too strong, she tried too swim but couldn't move her right arm, so she just stopped letting the current guide her. Hearing Dalton shout "She's as good as dead, let's go"

A relieved sigh left her lips, she made it, she was going to be okay. A dead tree stump floating around held her afloat, she felt the current getting stronger and stronger, she shouted when she saw the reason behind the strong current, "No! A damn waterfall" she tried to calm herself down, knowing there's nothing left for her too do, at least she was able too see and kiss the love of her life one last time, while thinking about the events the past 20 or so hours, the current took her over the edge, thousands and thousands of rumbling water plunging down with her. She went under as the tree stump broke, the last thing she could see was the moonlight shining through the water.

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