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[jazjelspen]

my angel baby [part 3]

(alastor w/ angel daughter reader)

[caution: NOT PROOFREAD and in this fic the reader isn't a big fan of adam so qwq apologies adam lovers!! nothing against him at all!]

(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hazbin hotel. angel reader physically resembles a fawn. alastor attends the court but doesn't do much but watch the mess happen tbh qwq sorries. )

(oh and every flashback that will be in almost every chapter will be out of order! but will always include what age the reader was in at the time of that memory!)

(tags: @wildfire153 @nevermorekisses @corvidae-00 @d0nutsaur @baalzie @luujjvi )

It is the day of the court meeting.

You have never been so glad in the entirety of your afterlife that you made so many good connections to higher angels throughout all your years in heaven.

You managed to convince one of your close friends that usually attended these kinds of court meetings to bring you along as a sort of 'extra advisor', an outside opinion of sorts.. with the exception of not speaking out and interrupting the court while it's ongoing and if you need anything to be said to tell it to them and they'll speak out for you.

Apparently this meeting was entirely set up so that the princess of hell could present a hotel as a second chance for sinners who genuinely wish to better themselves and to go to heaven. Personally you thought that hell was simply their punishment to live through due to their sins, they had their chances. But then again you couldn't imagine what hell was like to those who murdered or committed sins they didn't intend to for the sake of their safety and others.. so a part of you understood where she was coming from as well.

Although.. you genuinely hoped she wouldn't use Alastor as an example since he most definitely doesn't regret a single crime he's done on earth.

You followed your friend inside the court room, taking a seat beside them as you looked down below where Charlie Morningstar and the manager of her hotel, who you know found out is named Vaggie, were prepping to present their cause. Suspiciously, Alastor seemed to be running late since the courthouse seemed to be lacking his presence for these few short moments.. which you weren't exactly sure if that was good or bad.

Once everyone was seated and all was quiet that's when the infamous Adam came and flew in, god you hated that man. You questioned how someone like him could be in a high position in heaven with how many things he's done it just peeved you off.. but you never bothered to verbally question it since you didn't want to find out if mortal souls can be fallen as well since for all you knew only higher angels like the seraphims could become fallen.

Ah, and finally Alastor appeared by means of traveling by shadow.. several members of the court hushing and murmuring after seeing the power that particular sinner seemed to have. Unlike them, you only let out a huff of air through your nose as your skin began to grow cold.. feeling nervous at how the court is reacting to your father even if none of them knew of that big fact just yet. Alastor then set himself beside Charlie on her right hand-side, Vaggie on her left.

Once Adam let out his usual annoying comments that you mentally muted out, that's when Sera finally began the meeting.

Guess you're right on time, Alastor.

"We are gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell, can be redeemed into the heavenly realm by means of this Hazbin Hotel." she spoke, voice full of reason and seemed very professional. She then gave the rest of the court's attention to the princess. "Princess Morningstar?"

The poor girl seemed nervous and Adam's presence didn't seem to help much either. With a sigh she began as well "Thank you, Seraphim."

You felt bad for the girl, the pressure she must be under. She didn't seem evil to you at all.. in fact with what you heard of her so far she more or less seemed to fit in with Heaven quite well. Oh poor thing.

She cleared her throat, "Webster's dictionary defines redemption as--"

"Objection! Lame and unoriginal."

Hearing Adam's voice made you want to scream.

Oh and so did Alastor's right after.

"Oh here now, no need to be so rude." Alastor's voice interrupted, his tone seemingly playful yet serious "How may we even present our case if you won't even let us explain hmm? Now that's no fair."

Adam scoffed, "Pfft! And why even are you here smiley? Don't tell me something as fucked-up looking as you is gonna be the princess's piece of proof for this shitty hotel, aren't you just another sick fuck?" Laughed the man, an ego bigger than heaven itself.

"I am Alastor, host of the hotel and a sort of co-founder of it as well! I can assure you the Princess's cause and ideas, as bizarre as they seem, seem to be developing quite well!

Now if you'll let us continue, we can at least show you the progress of it so far." The deer demon pointed his hand towards Charlie to give the attention to her once more.

Sera let out a sigh and stepped in to let Charlie continue, with the exception of no further dictionary references.

You sighed feeling frustrated, can't they just let her speak and present herself the way she wants to?

The poor girl seemed to skip through several note cards, Adam continuing to nag her about evidence and yada yada. While he complained your eyes landed on Alastor, your father seemingly annoyed and intrigued by this annoying guy as well.

The few words passed around seemed to deafen on you as you stared at him, trying to see what could he be plotting. Was he to use this hotel as a means to cover something, to bring in more victims, to cause more pain? You were unsure.. he seemed to nice about it. Alastor noticed your prying eyes and side eyed you back as well with that shit-eating grin, making you immediately look away back towards the princess to listen to her once again.

"Angel Dust." she exclaimed.

"Oh yeah. The porn demon! He's totally worth being redeemed." Adam's sarcastic comments and actions only made you see him as childish. You never really interacted with him one on one before since you never needed to but you have seen and heard several things.. you didn't think he deserved to be up here.

"Well if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into heaven?" Adam seemed flabbergasted by her comment, almost stuck on what to say with how many filler words he uses.

You then put your finger under your chin in thought, 'Good question.. what does it take?' you thought up your own deeds, sacrificing your life for another, your everyday general selflessness, you remember always helping others that needed it and always defended your father from people who saw him as nothing but dirt. To you, getting into heaven takes pure selflessness.

Adam sent a golden paper towards Vaggie, her voice announcing what is says. "Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man.. Are you fucking serious?"

Alastor interrupted right after " I do believe theres a few more things after that if I do so recall.."

Adam practically ignored him and started boasting about himself again. You could've sworn a migraine was to come onto you. Alastor definetly wanted to let out more witty comments but knew he had to behave on this particular day as well. He felt annoyed but his relaxed attitude and smile never let that slip out for a second, he looked perfectly composed.

Your friend, the court member, gently nudged on your arm as a way to ask you if you're okay without verbally saying it since apparently you have been sighing and huffing constantly when annoyed or simply reacting to something.

"Oh.. sorry.." you mumbled towards them, they whispered that it's okay right after.

"Let's fucking see then." Adam snapped his fingers as Charlie proudly presented Exhibit A. Everyone seemed to watch with interest, you with slight doubt and hope for the best.

------(sorry besties we gotta time skip a bit more into the song portion of the court qwq I don't know what else to write heeere im sorryyyyy)-------------------------

The evidence was nothing but clear, his Angel Dust fellow was truly making progress to redemption, it was clear through actions! Maybe there really is serious hope for him after all.

So why was Sera and Adam so adamant in not going further in this?

Your thinking only amplified when the court around you also asked the same thing, about why this soul isn't in heaven then.

It wasn't until the Princess started questioning them as well where Sera was stopping the questioning.

Emily started singing and her words slowly impacted you and as you lingered on it that it made you look down and gaze down at your father once more, his expression relaxed and now more focused on how the situation is playing our rather than helping out.

Alastor was here for the entertainment and laughs, and this man knew that it was just going to get better from here now.

-------------(passing through the song cuz honestly im unsure of what else to add but I just know alastor is watching this shit show go down and maybe try to defend charlie but in a half-assed sort of way.. love the man.)----------------------

Sera's voiced echoed across the court, finalizing her final verdict which made your legs threaten to get back up from your seat again. "I'm sorry.. but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed."

Nono its not fair, not every sinner down there is evil theres still a few that have potential to be here! The evidence was clear! Progress can be made!..

And to imagine all the sinners they've killed up to now.

Adam cackled and boasted more, threatening the trio to attack their hotel first.

Alastor took this to heart and decided to act a bit irrationally, activating his powers as his shadow grew bigger as a way to threaten him back. The two girls begging him to stop knowing that this will only anger the angels more.

"Whoa--p lucky for you I'm not in the mood to fight right now, bye bye fuckers!" With a cackle Adam opened a large yellow portal which slowly sucked Vaggie and Charlie in as they begged not to leave. Alastor on he other hand dug his heels onto the ground and his tentacles kept him on the floor strong and using his microphone cane as extra security to not fall over from how strong the portal was trying to suck him in.

"Geez you just don't give up do you, fuckin' radio freak." Adam's comment made Lute grab her weapon that appeared in her grasp when she extended her hand out, raising it up to strike Alastor that was already struggling a bit to stay in place.

Sera exclaimed with Emily and the entire court gasping, "Adam that's--"

"ENOUGH!" you exclaimed, jumping down and leaping out of your seat to stand in between Alastor and Lute, become a barrier.

Lute scoffed "Get out of the way, you aren't even supposed to be in here"

"Killing him would just make you as bad as any other sinner down there."

She snarled at your comment, resisting the urge to strike you instead.

You turned around to face Alastor with a pitiful look on your face "Get out of here, go home. You're making this worse than it has to." You took a steps closer to him yet tried to stay put so that the portal doesn't suck you in as well. "Leave, dad." you gave him a smile, as if this is the last time you're going to see him ever again. "Resisting heaven in this way will only make this dangerous for you and me. Go."

Alastor's eyes narrowed at you, taking a glance at Adam behind you who was flipping him off before giving his attention back to his little dove.

Without any words he made his powers relax, the tentacles slowly uncurling from his ankles and he went into the portal with a menacing grin look to the court as if indirectly saying that this won't be the last of him.

With the portal finally closed you then let out a sigh, Adam laughing his ass off. "Seems like you got a shitty case of daddy issues huh! You came from that prick's ballsack too?? Did you cheat your way up here or something?"

'I'm adopted dipshit, could say the same thing about you though' your thoughts were then interrupted by Sera scolding Adam who then calmed down and flew off himself away with Lute beside him, so did the rest of the other court angels.

You turned to look back up at her too, an obvious look of disappointment adorning her face for being in a place you weren't even meant to be in the first place.

"_____." her voice made you feel small, "I will discuss with you later about the.. decisions you took today, but now theres more important things coming towards our way. Your apparent father... being a good example of what we need to protect ourselves from." She then proceeded to turn to Emily, talking to her in her own gentle way.

You sighed in defeat, although you didn't see Alastor do anything terrible he almost was about to do something he could have possibly regretted.

You flew yourself out of the court room to the entrance of the courthouse, deciding to walk by foot to blow off some steam.

The extermination was set to happen in a month, that'd give you enough time to prepare..

Nonono-- you can't actually be thinking to go to hell in disguise, help the princess, defend her against the angels in another disguise so the angels don't recognize you then go back home like it's nothing.

Right?

Oh god you were crazy enough to do all that huh. Even when the stakes of winning aren't high at all? When you could die?

Well, dying seems better than living in a hypocritical heaven that was more unfair and unkind as it seemed. Yes you love your friends and your people but.. how could the higher ups be alright with so much massacre and murder at their command, they were just like Alastor to you if anything.

You understood Charlie's cause and are willing to stand up for it.

You didn't want to become a fallen if it was possible.. but you couldn't sit here and do nothing.

You may or may not also be doing this to keep your dad safe, even though unbeknownst to you he was one of the strongest overlords in hell and was powerful as fuck, you would excuse this 'care' you have for him by saying you just want him to serve his eternal punishment for his crimes and not have the second easy way out.

"Fine. Let's get to work."

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Alastor was currently holding you by the hand as you both walked back to your home. It was an aggressively rainy day in New Orleans with the raindrops falling like hail, various people running or walking through the rain. You and Alastor were just strolling through with him holding up an umbrella to give you both some kind of shelter.

With you being your two year old self you couldn't help but to playfully kick the water on the ground, it irked Alastor a bit but didn't say much until you then decided to jump on a big puddle to make a huge splash.

"Now _____, I hope I don't have to ask you one more time after this. No jumping on puddles so aggressively, at least only when you're playing but right now we are getting home dear. We mustn't have you catch a cold so soon." He spoke sternly, giving you a smile to make you not feel as if he's mad at you.. at least not entirely.

"Sowy.. " you spoke, your intended word coming out differently than you intended at first but Alastor understood your baby yapping just fine.

"Good girl, just don't do it as much now."

Then you stopped doing it but you still enjoyed watching the ripples in the water.

Once you two got home Alastor took his large coat off and set it on his coat hanger, placing the umbrella in a cane holder and and kneeled down to your level to then take your own rain coat and softer coat off and hung them as well, guess just maybe he seemed to care more than he led on with how he double coated you to stay warm.

He then took off your little rain boots as well and set them beside the door, after that you then immediately skedaddled away with a smile on your face to your room. Alastor sighed as he then went to remove his shoes and set them beside the door, exchanging them for cozy slippers that were waiting for him next to your rain boots as well.. thing is you ran off before he was able to have you put on your own matching pair of fluffy slippers for the cold.

He grabbed them for you as he then headed to you room to find you, assuming you were playing he expected a mess but instead you bumped right into his legs! He looked down and saw that you covered yourself in one of your warmest blankets that he recently bought you for the raining season.

"____, dear you're dragging it on the floor." He sighed a little before picking you up and covering you well with the blanket "Let's head over now, we have some music on the radio to listen to for the rest of the day."

He walked over to the living room and set you down on the sofa. This time as you were set down he also covered the blanket around you even more.. basically turning you into a baby burrito so you'd stay extra warm. He then turned on the radio to play some more classical and softer jazzy tunes before grabbing a newspaper he set down that early morning, setting himself beside you and continuing where he left off.

Despite being trapped in the warmth you couldn't help notice something weird, odd, even to you as a toddler. "Papa.." you babbled.

"Yes, dear?" he spoke with his eyes still glued on the words on the page.

"Red..red." you continued on, wiggling an arm out to touch the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"Hm?.." he hummed as he slowly went to look at what you were pointing.

Oh..

Right, yes, red.

"Ah.. yes.. I must've bumped into paint dear don't worry about it. " he gave you a gentle pat on the head before hastily setting the paper back down again and walking over and around the sofa to head to his room "Be a good girl and stay right where you are, I'll be right back." he exclaimed while leaving.

He let out a long sigh as he then aggressively opened his closet doors to change out of his bloodied dress shirt with a large red hand print smeared on his arm sleeve.

How did he not notice that.. that was too close. You wouldn't understand but he could only hope that no other person saw it.

No one better have saw it.

You were still in your blanket cocoon, too comfortable to move out of it. Hearing the tunes only made you relax even more, oh how you loved it.. the sound of rain even made the experience better to you somehow.

"Blabla.. bleh.. pluh.." you babbled in a sing song way from all the music you listen to. You then proceeded to get bored.. easily.

You wiggled your way out of the blanket to then grab the paper that Alastor left, staring at the front page of it.

Of course you couldn't read for shit, but it's good you couldn't since it's front headline is definitely- something..

'BREAKING NEWS: LOCAL POLICE HAVE FOUND EIGHT MORE BODIES IN LOCAL RIVER BANK. COULD THIS BE NEW ORLEAN'S NEWEST BOOGEYMAN AT WORK?'

"_____, don't touch papa's things sweetheart." Alastor popped out of nowhere and gently tugged the newspaper form your tiny hands. "you can barley read as well, don't tell me you want to start reading the news at your little age." He sat beside you, his signature smile shining as always.

In the end, you snuggled closer to him and slowly felt asleep on him as he continued on reading and relaxing now.

Half an hour passed and he finished reading the paper, enjoying a few parts here and there about it. He closed the thin pages to then look down at you leaning on his side sleeping and huddled in your blanket, in peace.

Ah, how cute. He never was a huge fan of kids, in fact he would've given you away long ago at this age.

But it's small moments like these that made him want to keep you longer, the small and peaceful ones, the ones where you two bonded over things you two enjoyed equally. It's gotten to the point where almost couldn't imagine life without his daughter in it.

Oh god, he's grown soft.

This isn't him, it couldn't be. He's heartless, lacks empathy.. he really does.

But when it comes to you it's like it reverses even for a few moments.

His smile widened as he then gently grazed your head with the back of his hand to avoid waking you up.

He started to mumble to himself, "You see.. a boy would have been the son of another family, but you ______ Altruist.. shall be mine." He spoke softly, a sight to behold from Alastor who is known for anything except soft.

Oh but you were his little girl, his daughter, not by blood but unfortunately he accidentally let himself get attached and now he is proudly your father.

He won't ever admit it, even if threatened with death, but he'll always know that in his sick and dark soul his baby girl was his light. This is why he decided to never let you know about this part of himself that he indulged in without shame.

If only his mother were to see him now, she'd be so proud of Alastor that he has at least made a proper human connection. That he's given her a granddaughter.

Oh if only, only she were here now.

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(thank you for reading everyone! sorry if this chapter seemed a bit lazy or smth qwq I was mostly unsure of how to have alastor and the reader pop in here in there throughout the trial since I wanted to stay true to the show as well but we’ll get more of them very soon!

most likely there will be two more parts after this and it’ll be wrapped up! i will not promise an entirely happy ending for al and his kid tho😭 still deciding on it)

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[tender-rosiey]

favorite — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: I literally no idea where or how did this appear, anyways enjoy <3 NOT proofread but really when did I ever 😭✋

you drowsily open your eyes and feel a weight on your chest, so you look down and are met with the cutest sight you have ever laid your eyes on.

your child is dozing on your chest, albeit yes drooling and his cheeks are puffing out like he is a small fish in water, but very cute.

in fact, you’re sure that your husband would gasp dramatically about how you both betrayed him and are having some family time without him because of this.

you smile at the thought, closing your eyes in content as you gently start patting your baby’s back at a steady and slow rhythm. soft snores are what he lets out as he is sleeping soundly and comfortably on your chest.

“what is this atrocity?!” is what you hear coming from the door followed by a gasp, “you’re having family time without me?! talk about betrayal!”

called it.

“welcome home, satoru,” you greet and said man just pouts.

his footsteps are getting closer and soon the bed dips and you open your eyes to see him, your husband, who’s looking very salty and displeased.

“are you trying to distract me from the crime you’re committing?”

you smirk, “technically, your son is the one who committed the crime.”

he narrows his eyes, “what…do you mean?”

“exactly what I said.”

“there is no way my own son would betray me!” he exclaims dramatically yet it is still hushed as to not wake the child up, “you’re trying to ruin our strong bond!”

you hum, “well your very pretty wife did so your son following the lead wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“my very pretty wife is a menace—“ he quickly retracts his words at the knife you have directed at his throat with your cursed energy, “I MEAN a gorgeous and hot woman who deserves the world to be at her feet!”

you nod, satisfied before continuing to pat your son’s back who lets out tiny little burp despite being asleep. a grin adorns your face and you place a kiss on top of his head.

“HAHA I GOT IT ON CAMERA!”

your husband, who is now holding the camera victoriously, exclaimed and looking very ready to show you his new treasure that will be added to his collection.

the both of you freeze however when your son starts fidgeting and his face twists as a wail builds up and his cries fill the room.

“gimme gimme gimme,” satoru insists and you give in. the man taking his son gently before holding him to his chest, “hey now buddy, daddy’s here.”

the boy’s cries have significantly calmed down already at the comforting touch of his father and satoru continues, “mama must’ve been really mean, huh?”

but the thing is, your son is a carbon copy of your husband, personality wise and under that category falls his undying love for you. it seemed that your satoru forgot that your son always makes it clear that he has a favorite and it’s you.

so after hearing his dad say that you’re mean which is not true, he smacks him right in the face and starts fussing and throwing his arms around, demanding he be let down by the man who dares call you mean.

gojo quickly gives him back to you, sighing, “how are babies so strong?” he complains as he holds his poor nose that got hit by the baby.

“it’s probably your genes, ‘toru,” you chuckle as you see your son’s drastic change in mood. he is now babbling and has a big smile on his face as he holds your hand.

“my strong and handsome husband,” you sigh happily and gojo laughs lightly.

he tilts his head with a small smile before leaning close to you, “pretty girl,” he lifts your chin with his index finger, “you act like you aren’t crazy strong and attractive as well.”

however, he doesn’t get the chance to finally get his welcome back kiss. “oompfh!—“ he yelps suddenly before holding his crotch and falling to the ground in pain.

you blink as you are puzzled and surprised, whether to look at your dying husband who just took a hit to the crotch or your son who was angry that his dad was taking your attention away and decided that eliminating the possibility of another sibling is the right revenge.

you settle for the former, “‘toru honey, are you okay?”

“what do you think?” he barely groans as he looks up at his son who is now smirking at him, at least as much as a 1 year old can smirk. someone’s gonna be more than trouble when he grows up, gojo thinks.

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[jasonswh0rre]

The Psychological Analysis of Jason Todd

I am a psych major, and my professor is allowing us to make an analysis of any character of our choice, so I figured who better to write then Jason Todd. This was very fun to write and I very much enjoyed rewatching Batman: Arkham Knight. Please enjoy. ☁️ Warning(s): Trigger Warning for Trauma, Mental Health Content, Violence, Graphic Imagery, Spoiler(s)☁️ Word Count: 2.6k ☁️: Authors Note: I am working on fanfics, more headcanons for Arkham Jason, unfortunately I am busy with classes, assignments and deadlines. I will try to be punctual but it may take time. Thank you for your understanding.

Introduction 

Jason Todd is the secondary villain in Batman: Arkham Knight, which has the same moniker. He is the second Robin and Bruce Wayne's adoptive son.

Jason Peter Todd was born in the slums of Gotham City to two drug-addicted parents, who would eventually try to settle a debt they had by giving Jason away when he was a baby. Jason received no parental figure to help guide him, leading him to petty crimes such as theft to nourish his survival. Jason is a character who takes what he needs if it means prolonging his survival; his lack of a parental figure leads him to an identity crisis between longing for a parental figure and convincing himself he is better off without one. When the simple truth is that every human needs a mother and a father, we respond positively to a nurturing environment, and through early adolescence, our brains crave the structure needed to build us into well-rounded adults. 

At fifteen, Jason inadvertently met Batman while committing robbery when Batman was fighting Gotham's notorious supervillain, The Joker. Believing Batman is in trouble, Jason jumps between pushing the hero from harm's way. Despite life's misfortunes, Jason possesses a remarkable code of morality enough to want to save someone. Jason, attempting to rid Joker of his breath, aims a pistol at the clown and, before firing, is knocked out of his hands by Batman's batarang. Unfortunately for him, Joker would leave Jason with a cryptic message, one for the young man to head.

Jason would later be apprehended and taken into custody in the back of a police car by Batman after Batman retrieved his gun and stolen money. However, rather than being charged, Jason receives a blessing through a Wayne Industries project that helped troubled teens; through the program, Jason was able to turn his life around. All attract the man who helped Jason find a new purpose: Bruce Wayne. Months after being released, Batman appeared in Jason's dorm, again offering Jason another opportunity. 

2nd Robin and Kidnapping

Taking Jason in as his ward as well as dubbing him Robin after Dick Grayson, Jason sought justice and enjoyed being a hero. Like the previous Robin, he showed a keen aptitude for it; unlike his predecessor, he possessed a fiery temper and willingness for more lethal force. While Jason's temper is directed towards the criminals that harm the innocents, Batman views this as inexcusable, fearing the day that Jason will kill instead of reprimanding. 

In the most twisted sense of irony, Jason's morality inevitably becomes his downfall. The Joker has blown up a school with kindergarteners; this leads to Jason's resolve that Joker needs to die. Knowing that Bruce would try to stop him, Jason abandons his comms and tracker so he can kill Joker. However, it is a trap, and Joker ambushes Jason. Jason was kept in a wheelchair, bonded by barbed wire that kept Jason leaning hunched over in excruciating pain. Throughout his pain, Jason's mind remained still; he was confident that Batman would find him; his sheer will at the beginning of his torture is, with all honesty, remarkable as Joker has been known for his mental abuse and mind games he plays with his victims including his sidekick, Harley Quinn. 

In the six months of his torture, Jason's unwavering mental resolve was slowly crippling as Joker had wanted; throughout the game, Jason's voice mixed with crippling fear and small doubts about Batman coming. The Joker feeds into his doubts by showing him a photo of Batman with his replacement, Tim Drake. This leaves Jason troubled as he slowly loses hope for Batman. 

The last act of Jason's torture involved a video sent to Batman via The Joker of Jason, who has undergone all his brainwashing; in the video, Jason is sitting down in a chair; he is not chained, barbed, handcuffed, or kept sitting still in any way by all means Jason could easily walk away. This is a significant and crucial part of Jason's torture as it symbolizes just how much mental anguish and emotional exhaustion Jason went through to the point that he no longer had a yearning for freedom—making him downright timid and submissive towards Joker enough to out Batman's identity when asked by the latter. This results in Joker shooting Jason point-blank in the chest, as Joker "never could stand a tattletale." However, this was only a ploy to make Batman believe Jason is genuinely dead.

On the contrary, Jason was kept alive for another year, endeavoring more torture, mistreatment, and malnourishment. Harley Quinn did the final touches of Jason's emotional and mental brainwashing; a former psychiatrist who manipulated Jason into believing that Batman was the cause of his anguish and his pain was his doing; she did this long enough, even punishing Jason by waterboarding him and electrocuting him when he refused to say Batman, indicating he still had some level of awareness of who was torturing him. 

However, once Harley could get Jason to say Batman's name, Jason was drugged and beaten by two prisoners dressed like Batman; he was given a gun by The Joker and was ordered to kill them. Jason's resolve and humanity were a cord, still entrenched in him before Harley convinced him further, snapping his humanity and getting him to shoot the two dressed-up prisoners dead.

During the riots of Arkham Asylum, The Joker paid mercenary Deathstroke to keep Jason there and shoot him if he escaped. However, Jason convinces Deathstroke that Joker will not keep his promise and that if he helps, Jason will triple whatever Joker plans to pay. Accepting the offer, Deathstroke assists Jason in escaping, stealing a helicopter, and flying to Wayne Industries. Jason steals millions of dollars from his former guardian. Ironically, crossing paths with Tim Drake, who assumes Todd to be Deathstroke's sidekick, when Jason's ankle is caught between Tim's grappling hook, Jason cuts the cord, allowing Tim to fall when suggested by Deathstroke that killing Robin would bode well for them with the Dark Knight. Jason Coldy says that if he dies in a fall like that, Batman needs to pick his sidekicks better. 

Jason's psyche has been torn and scattered, leaving him a hollowed carving with a mocking J branding etched onto his face, from birth his eyes were already met with darkness, born to parents who never showed him recognition, let alone love, and through the Wayne Industries Project and his adoption by Bruce his eyes were wide, and remarkably hopeful, to be free of the weight of Gotham's misfortunes finally; those eyes that looked with gleam forced shut until he saw nothing but blackness.

Arkham Knight's Birth

Jason adopts a new persona built on the pain and suffering in the wake of his escape from Joker. He feels betrayed by the one person he only had in the world and wants vengeance. Jason works alongside Scarecrow, one of Batman's enemies. The two begin a plan on Halloween to take Gotham and Batman's legacy along with it. Jason gathers all Batman's enemies to join, assembling a militia with Deathstroke. While working with each other, Scarecrow "tests" his fear toxin on the young man, sending him on a psychological spiral. One of his more apparent fears is the Joker, who can be found near, in the background, or standing right in front of him laughing and mocking him, but beyond the clown prince of crime's appearance, Jason also sees his replacement, Tim Drake, and "fights" him.

The fight has Jason severely outnumbered in the beginning, with Tim succeeding, even using his staff to choke Jason, forcing him to the ground as the Jokers around him laugh. Further into the fear toxin, Jason appears in front of Wayne Manor, where he throws down his helmet and says the following: "Someplace warm, someplace safe, someplace where I'm needed, someplace where I'm loved," Joker once again appears in front of him laughing and mocking him on whether he even deserves it, this is Jason's internal struggle in a manifested form of the person who caused him harm, of the person who convinced him from the start that he was alone and would not be saved. Jason is mischaracterized as always being angry or standoffish, but anger has more truth than any lie detector can scoop. Jason feels this anger is not just because of some personality trait; anger is his cry out, and he's shouting to be seen and loved. This is most likely due to being tortured at 15 or so, which, despite the fact that at the time of Arkham Knight, he was in his early 20s, his mental age was regressed to the age when he was captured. This makes Jason appear at first glance as someone emotional, cocky, and arrogant. He values safety and love; he doesn't want to be on his guard 24/7, but he's grown up in an environment where letting your guard down gets you killed. He follows Joker into Wayne Manor, where he sees Bruce; suddenly, several versions of Batman appear in the room. They beat him and told him they never wanted a partner or even a son. This is a conflict that has always waged war in Jason's mind. Jason's biological father attempted to give him up and then belittled him when he explained that Jason's worth was so low that he couldn't even leave him; he has low self-esteem that he internalizes into rage in the way that he fights to prove his strength. 

This is why Jason has a strong attachment to Bruce/Batman it maybe due to an underlying desire to seek his approval especially by the time when he adopts him. Bruce gives him everything he could ask for and anything he could think of, and Batman gives him a purpose. Ironically, this is still the case despite Bruce himself having an avoidant attachment style. 

Conclusion and Diagnosis

Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" exhibits a complex interplay of psychological factors that align with the diagnostic criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). One prominent feature of BPD is emotional dysregulation, characterized by intense and rapidly shifting emotions. Jason displays various emotions throughout the game, from anger and hostility to vulnerability and despair. His reactions often appear exaggerated or disproportionate to the situation, indicating difficulty regulating his emotional responses.

Furthermore, Jason's sense of identity is notably unstable, which is another hallmark feature of BPD. Having grown up in a dysfunctional environment with absent parents, Jason lacks a stable sense of self and struggles to define his identity. This is evident in his adoption of various personas, including Robin, the Arkham Knight, and, later, the Red Hood. His shifting identities reflect a profound inner conflict and a desperate search for validation and purpose. Jason's interpersonal relationships also reflect the interpersonal instability characteristic of BPD. He forms intense and unstable attachments to figures such as Batman, vacillating between admiration and resentment. His interactions with other characters are marked by rapid shifts in perception, alternating between idealization and devaluation. For example, while Jason initially idolizes Batman as a mentor and father figure, his feelings of betrayal and abandonment lead to resentment and hostility towards him.

Moreover, Jason exhibits self-destructive behaviors as a coping mechanism for his emotional pain, another hallmark of BPD. He engages in reckless actions, disregarding his safety to seek vengeance against those he perceives as enemies. His confrontations with adversaries are often fueled by a desire for self-assertion and control, masking more profound feelings of emptiness and despair.

Underlying Jason's behaviors is a pervasive fear of abandonment, stemming from his traumatic upbringing and experiences of betrayal. This fear drives his desperate attempts to maintain connections with others, even as he pushes them away with his volatile and unpredictable behavior. Jason's fear of abandonment manifests in his interactions with Batman and the Bat family, where he oscillates between seeking their approval and rejecting their authority.

Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" embodies many of the core features of Borderline Personality Disorder, including emotional dysregulation, identity disturbance, interpersonal instability, self-destructive behaviors, and a fear of abandonment. By analyzing his actions, relationships, and psychological struggles within the context of the game's narrative, it becomes apparent that Jason's character aligns closely with the diagnostic criteria for BPD, providing a compelling framework for understanding his complex and multifaceted personality.

Besides indicating various symptoms of BPD, I would also consider diagnosing Jason with Complex Post post-traumatic stress Disorder (C-PTSD). Given Jason's background of severe trauma, including childhood abuse, neglect, and prolonged torture at the hands of the Joker, it's worth considering Complex PTSD. C-PTSD typically develops in response to chronic trauma and is characterized by symptoms such as emotional dysregulation, disturbed self-concept, difficulties in relationships, and a persistent sense of threat. I would include diagnosing Jason with Major Depressive Disorder (MDD): Jason's experiences of profound loss, trauma, and betrayal may contribute to symptoms of depression, such as feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, and a loss of interest in activities. His struggles with emotional regulation and chronic feelings of emptiness could also align with depressive symptoms. Following my diagnosis, I am also inclined to believe he suffers from attachment disorders; given Jason's tumultuous upbringing and experiences and a multitude of parental figures involving neglect and abandonment, it's possible that he may have developed attachment-related difficulties. This could manifest in insecure attachment styles, fear of abandonment, and challenges in forming and maintaining healthy relationships. 

Furthermore, I would consider Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD): While Jason displays empathy and compassion at times, his willingness to engage in morally questionable or violent behavior, as well as his disregard for societal norms and rules, may align with some features of ASPD. However, his capacity for genuine care and loyalty makes this disorder out of sorts with his character.

Lastly, Post-Traumatic Embitterment Disorder (PTED): PTED is a proposed diagnostic category characterized by intense feelings of injustice, betrayal, and embitterment following a traumatic event or series of events. Jason's experiences of betrayal and abandonment, particularly by Batman and the Joker, may resonate with the symptoms of PTED. 

In conclusion, the character of Jason Todd in "Batman: Arkham Knight" presents a compelling portrayal of psychological complexity shaped by a tumultuous history of trauma, betrayal, and profound loss. Through a comprehensive analysis of his experiences and behaviors throughout the game, it becomes evident that Jason embodies many psychological struggles, warranting consideration for various diagnostic possibilities. Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) emerges as a primary candidate, given Jason's emotional volatility, identity disturbances, and interpersonal difficulties. His tumultuous relationships, intense fear of abandonment, and self-destructive tendencies align closely with the diagnostic criteria for BPD. Furthermore, Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) offers another lens through which to understand Jason's psychological profile, considering his history of chronic trauma and its pervasive impact on his functioning.

Additionally, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD) may contribute to Jason's experiences of profound despair, hopelessness, and emotional emptiness. His struggles with attachment-related difficulties suggest the possibility of underlying attachment disorders stemming from his early experiences of neglect and abandonment.

While Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD) and Post-Traumatic Embitterment Disorder (PTED) offer alternative perspectives, they may not fully capture the complexity of Jason's character, given his capacity for empathy and genuine care, despite his propensity for morally questionable behavior.

In essence, Jason Todd's character in "Batman: Arkham Knight" is a poignant exploration of the human psyche's intricacies, illustrating the profound impact of trauma on identity, relationships, and emotional well-being. By delving into his psychological struggles within the context of the game's narrative, we gain valuable insights into the complexities of mental health and the enduring resilience of the human spirit.

#arkham knight #jason todd #red hood #headcanon #positive thoughts #psychology #psych student #arkham batman #psychological analysis #psyche student analyzes #jasonswh0rre

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yan! Mauga x gn!reader concept

I'D LOVE TO. He comes out on my birthday so this is a bit special for me/hj. Hope you enjoy my take on him! Here's me pouring general thoughts down ^^ (Love you for your Overwatch requests, istg).

If it sounds like I'm self-indulgent, I probably am, my bad.

Yandere! Mauga Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Abuse of power, Kidnapping, Murder/Death, Threats, Intimidation, Violence, Possessive, Restraints, Dehumanization mentioned, Sadism, Forced relationship.

I feel like there's a lot of scary things about Mauga.

First of all, he's huge.

He's been augmented from a near death experience to be huge and powerful.

His name even means "mountain".

Then there's the fact he takes joy in doing what he does... literal murder for Talon.

He even is oddly chipper/chill with his language.

Even when threatening others he sounds so... excited? Friendly?

He seems so nice to be around... but he's still a murderer.

He'd act the same with you.

Mauga calls everyone "friend".

If he met you he'd immediately be overly friendly.

He'd call you friendly terms, like "friend", "buddy", and "pal".

But if he felt flirty he'd probably call you by some sort of nickname.

I'm not sure what he'd call you exactly but maybe "Teuila"? It's the national flower of Samoa (from what I saw)

He could also call you the classic nicknames such as "babe", "baby", "dear", "doll", etc.

It's just "Teuila" seems more unique to him.

Mauga is another one who likes the size difference between you.

It serves as a good way to intimidate you and he likes it.

Mauga is a sadistic sociopath who doesn't appear affected by the crimes he commits.

In fact he depicts himself as "carefree".

Mauga could be the type to slaughter innocents then look at you with a big grin.

He doesn't mind if you fear him.

He'd part of Talon... he loves the fear.

He knows he's a bad person and doesn't mind.

His apathy towards the life of others is what makes him terrifying.

He only really cares about you, his little Teuila.

If I'm correct, Mauga canonically has sharp teeth.

Which means he would certainly bite you.

He may also like to hold/manhandle you a bit.

He likes the power and size he has over you.

Oh, fighting him a bit?

How do you like being pinned to a wall?

In his obsession he is naturally rough.

Mauga likes to have everyone know you're his.

No one should touch you unless they want a Talon agent breathing down their neck.

You could be a civilian or a fellow member of Talon.

Doesn't matter to him.

He plans to keep you all the same.

Would take you to bars when he could find them.

He sees it as a way to bond, probably.

Mauga could isolate you, yet showing you off can be quite exciting.

A silent challenge for others to take what's his... so he can have an excuse to break their bones, most likely.

He isn't one for "messing with your mind" manipulation.

More like... brute force.

He doesn't want to intentionally hurt you.

It's mostly just enough to show his mark on you, not to break anything.

He knows you're fragile.

If you tried to escape this mountain of a man... good luck.

He found Baptiste with ease when he left Talon.

He can find you.

He'll hunt you down and pick you from wherever you plan on staying.

He deserves to have you in his eyes.

You may cry or scream, but any hit against hist chest just makes him chuckle.

Your hits tickle him... he finds it adorable.

His "Cage Fight" ability implies chains.

This is just being clever, but imagine as punishment he chains you to him?

Now you can't run... he'll just drag you.

If anything you begin to look like a pet to members of Talon.

But they allow it.

They don't need Mauga becoming a problem.

Obviously he is quite possessive.

Loves your touch, your warmth, in a weird way your smell.

He may mark you but tries to treat you as delicately as a flower.

Like the nickname he affectionately calls you....

Mauga doesn't care if you miss your family when he drags you back to him.

He feels things would be better if you forget them.

He may end up doing something bad if you don't... wouldn't want that now, would we?

Overall, Mauga is a powerful and possessive man.

He is unfazed by what he does to obtain you... even when it includes others losing their lives for helping you leave him.

Mauga loves the challenge... even finds it exciting.

#yandere overwatch #yandere mauga #yandere overwatch mauga #yandere mauga malosi #yandere maugaloa malosi

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!

Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!

Hey Love,

Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!

Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes

You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy. 

This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite. 

While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.

You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family? 

You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk. 

Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible. 

You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk. 

He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment. 

Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were. 

“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister. 

You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books. 

“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs. 

“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad. 

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business” 

Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs. 

“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off. 

“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.” 

“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval. 

“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off. 

“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look. 

“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.” 

Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself. 

“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice. 

“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less. 

“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family. 

“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..” 

You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary. 

“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you. 

“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back. 

“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand. 

“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.” 

You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise. 

You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you. 

“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension. 

“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.  

“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs. 

“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room. 

Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders. 

“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning. 

“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly. 

“They are criminals.” 

“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself. 

“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you. 

“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork. 

“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow,  you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak. 

“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet. 

“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded. 

“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.” 

“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard. 

“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.

“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself. 

“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.

“Enola.” 

“Thomas.” 

They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke. 

“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.

Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister. 

“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.” 

“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab. 

Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater. 

After another moment you went back inside to apologize. 

You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed. 

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled. 

“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives. 

“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water. 

“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response. 

You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed. 

“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm. 

He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control. 

You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions. 

“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly. 

“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on. 

You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend. 

“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”

Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck. 

“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”

“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?” 

“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it. 

“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice. 

“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable. 

“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.

“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.” 

“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug. 

_________________

He proposes shortly after.

Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack

Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.

They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #Holmes Sister #enola holmes

[sunnyseungup]

Lee Know fic recs pt 2

Stray kids | Lee know

Pt1

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you're a royal servant, someone who was supposed to sink into the shadows and speak only when spoken to. power: you had none... except when it came to the crown prince.

housemates { roommates; s, f } 6,3k @locallixie

how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!

Do you want to share a towel? { s } 2k @hoes4lino

it’s spring break and your mom and her best friend decide to rent an airbnb to spend the week in, everything sounds great until you realize Minho has to tag along.

all is lost { a, s } 3k @suengmi

hollowed eyes with dark circles splattered underneath. like clouds on a dark day, thunder waiting to boom. the man standing before you; looking like he's going to break, but he doesn't. he never does. what were you doing wrong?

All mother { s } 5,9k @abiaswreck

Minho has spent a good chunk of his life devoted to one goddess. The one he believes can help him and his people. After a long journey he finally makes to her temple. He never expected his loyalty to be so rewarding.

In Your Arms { f } 0,7k @seo- -changbin

days off with Minho { f } 0,413k @agi-ppangx

23:11 { a,f } 0,45k @softiejoon

between the lines { e2l, retro high school; a, f } 9,7k @maatryoshkaa

“Are those…bite marks?” { princess/royal guard; f, a, s } @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

‘Is there a reason you’re in my bed?’ { f2l; s } 1,7k @jl-micasea-ics

Soft dominance { s } 1k @christopher-bangnaldoskzz

A love epiphany { rich kid, college, fake dating; f, a } 9,5k @cosmic-railwayxo

Wanting to keep up appearances in front of his parents, the Lee enterprises heir known around campus as a notorious player, comes to you with a crazy proposition: fake dating. Now, this wouldn’t have been as crazy if said heir wasn’t none other than Lee Minho, your childhood best friend recently turned enemy. 

Impatience { f } @leebitofficial

My baby, she’s trigger happy { f } 1,1k @miirohs

Coworker headcanons { f } 0.9k @sweetkpopmusings

winter wind { bsf2l; f } 1,5k @soobnny

a look into lee minho’s realization that maybe he is eager for the affection of someone else featuring the menaces, seungmin and jisung

JEALOUSY { a,f } 2,4k @httpjisvng

Minho never thought he was the jealous type. At least not until he met you.

Be the first who ever did { f } @inniejeonginnie

sometimes minho isn't that gentle with words, but he still he wants to be the first who won't hurt you.

The only exception { s2l, slowburn } @/astraystayyh

Minho was content with straying away as far as possible from love. That is until you stumbled into his café on a rainy night, and unwittingly, into his life.

The god of love { s,f } @leeknowsnot

Minho and an egg { f } @rachalixie

Bold +Han { s } 14,3k @hyunsvngs

you’re not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.

Lavender haze { s } 1,9k @agnesafterhours

Your boyfriend is not prone to communicating his feelings through words, but luckily for him, you always know exactly what he needs.

TEN BILLION YEARS { s } @tasteleeknow

"...You love me, that’s enough.”

He intertwines your fingers. “I do,” he says as he stares down at the way your fingers tangle around each other. “Love you. I—” he sucks in a shaky breath before lifting your hand to his lips. “Hurts when you hurt,” he mumbles between soft presses of his lips to your skin. “Fucking hurts so much.”

His kisses spread down your wrist, alternating between slow patient presses to hurried pecks as he makes his way down your forearm. “Let me make it better,” he says as he climbs over you again. “I’ll make it better, sweetheart.”

matching tattoos { f } @/ppiri-bahng

makes me dizzy { s } 6,1k @/hyunsvngs

the best surprises come from the most unexpected sources - like having your crush corner you in a frat party after hearing you confess your deepest desires of him in the background of a video.

THE MOVING IN DIARIES { a, f } 2,3k @sunboki

Playful banter while driving to your new home is a must, but upon opening the door to your first home together, the big moment truly sinks in — especially when he wakes up beside you the next morning. Wow.

Your parents are visiting but Minho’s finding it hard to not touch you while they’re there slowly gets you to cave in too { s } @minv97

Eating his own cum out of your pussy when you’re asleep { s } @/tasteracha

In which your boyfriend wants to learn about your obsession with the pretty rocks { f } 1,024k @whorellaville

Day 10: lee know + rimming { s } 2,3k @straykeedz

Angry little guy @/rachalixie

Next person that walks through that door, I’m going to fuck { s } 1,1k @/jl-micasea-fics

Day 2: lee know + accidental stimulation { bff2l; s } 3,3k @/straykeedz

Day 5 déclencheur { model&photographer; s } 3,5k @exxxtraoddinary

It’s a known fact that Lee Minho is a whore for compliments, but it’s a particularly useful piece of information when you want to seduce the shit out of him.

Day 8 in the course { s } 2,6k @/exxxtraoddinary

You and Minho are dumbasses for agreeing to spend your last two weeks as single people apart to make your honeymoon ‘more special’. The withdrawal is hitting really hard, but both the groomsmen and the bridesmaids squads are keeping celibacy watch because there is a bet involved.

Pussy drunk { s } @moonjxsung

Day 17 drip { s } 1,8k @/exxxtraoddinary

A horrible fight needs an equally sweet gesture.

Used to this { f } 0,7k @like-a-diamondinthesky

the soft voices, the late-night cuddling, the sweet and fluttering affections you showed each other; man, minho could get used to this.

Three times { classmate Lino; f } @stayconnecteed

You can take it like no other { s } 2,8k @skzms

minho doesn't forgive easily, especially not when it's his own member calling his girlfriend 'easy'. so when seungmin comes home early from a trip, you and minho decide to fuck with him - by having the loudest sex possible.

Fold. { f } 0,9k @withleeknow

Minho when you get hurt { f } @/rachalixie

Lost in Translation { s } 26,5k @/moonjxsung

The older brother of the boy you babysit is an enigma, in every sense of the word- and you’re determined to figure him out.

He Fell Harder { f } @skz-streamer

Most Wonderful Time Of the Year { a, f } 1,4k @dreamescapeswriting

Collision { for all player Lino X RA reader; a, s, f } 14k @outofconcheol

The school year was a chance to start fresh - make new memories, meet new people, and most of all to leave the past behind. But Lee Minho is determined to make sure you never forget the one summer night you’d spent with him - no matter how hard he has to work for it.

Comforting Lino Drabble @/skzms

What you want { s } 2,4k @gimmeurtmi

My moon and stars { f } 1,1k @withleeknow

Told You So { f } 0,9k @shu-porang-porang

Feline tendencies { f, s } 0,9k @/withleeknow

Need you to [Lee] Know. { hurt/comfort, f } 1,2k @catiuskaa

minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

Series

WRONG CROWD { s, f } 24k @seospicybin

You meet Minho again at the high school reunion, the kid who used to sleep in class turns a tattoo artist

IN THE CROWD { s, f } 24,3k

TOO HOT TO HANDLE { s } @/seospicybin

You and Lee Know become contestants in a reality dating show

Part 1 10,8k

Part 2 11,1k

Part 3 13,4k

Invisible Thread { uni, academic rivals2l, slow burn; f, a, f } @astraystayyh

Part one 20k

Your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. What happens when Minho comes into your life and rips it away from you?

Part two 17k

In which Minho rewrites your entire relationship with love.

Texts

Boyfriend texts @like-a-diamondinthesky

Vampire!roommate Lino @taeraekisser

#stray kids #stray kids masterlist #stray kids smut #lee minho #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know smut

[manjiroscum]

cake monster

Character/s: shapeshifter!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, mentions of attempted murder, hints of infidelity, haruchiyo is ooc + he isn't human, forced breeding/baby trapping, dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, belly bulging, monsterfucking, haruchiyo threatens reader, mentions of arranged marriage, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: this fic is for you bby salem @ranilingus 😚💕 my birthday gift

Synopsis: Your husband coming back from the dead was nothing compared to the amount of faces he has worn behind your back.

WC: 2.9k

Discreetly cunning—Sanzu Haruchiyo was not someone you could keep a secret from and even if you tried, he always had a way of knowing. He was a man of few words once he had too many thoughts in his mind. Sometimes, he was brooding. Tucked away in his own world when he had too much to drink, too much to think about. Deep down, you knew you were often far from those thoughts that circled around the organization he was in, Sano Manjiro, and the crimes he had to commit. In the years you’ve known him, he was meticulous in every way. From the way he cleaned the four corners of your shared bedroom to how he wanted his clothes to be folded neatly in the wardrobe, Haruchiyo leaves no stone unturned or a wrinkle in sight. Such a trait was a benefit for his occupation. Leave a trace and one was bound to get caught. He never did get caught no matter how much blood he has already shed behind the scenes. You didn't want to find out either, content on having him come home and pretend he wasn’t the grim reaper walking on earth in human flesh. Whatever Bonten does, you do not care. Whatever Haruchiyo does in that organization, you did not want to know. It was better that way, after all.

The marriage you both entered wasn't something the two of you needed nor asked for in the first place. In the end, no matter how much you wanted to try to keep him by your side and share his burdens, you only shared his last name because of a deal his boss had to close.

And yet, there were times in the dead of night, you wished you did. You wished you did try to get along with him or at least try to understand your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be the sole sore thumb sticking out at your own birthday party. Confused as to why the pink-haired man you’ve called husband even planned to throw a huge party when he always made it his policy that no such celebrations should be held in the privacy of your home because it was far too risky for his would-be-enemies to familiarize. It was always at some fancy restaurant, hotel, or even throwing a party in another country. He never celebrates his birthday at home, and neither did you.

But here you are, dressed in a powdered-blue dress, about to cut the cake for the guests that came at Haruchiyo’s request. Your friends and family, including his co-workers. The smile he wore during the whole event was downright beaming, too good to be true. You figured it was either to keep up appearances—but that wasn’t what Haruchiyo would do. He never was one who liked to fake a smile. If he was angry or annoyed, he’d let you know. Smiling and greeting guests he either shook hands once or never took the time to know almost seemed like watching a doctor remove a shard of glass out of your guts. In short, it was fascinating yet terrifying to watch. Especially after you knew what occurred the past week.

“Do you want another glass of wine, hun?” Haruchiyo grinned, holding up a glass that was filled with the burgundy liquid that you were quite sure has been tainting your system since his return. There was no way you could be hallucinating Haruchiyo into existence these days since he came back from that fatal car accident.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Your beloved husband was dead. This man standing before you with the sickly sweet smile that stretched those unmistakable diamond scars was not the Sanzu Haruchiyo you married three years ago on a fine June day. Heck, you don’t even know what possessed you to trust this man into your home no matter how much he looks, acts, sounds, or talks like him. There is just no way he could be the same man. Because how on earth could the deceased be brought back to life when said late husband was definitely killed in a car accident you caused?

“Hun, you look… tense. You okay?”

It took everything in you not to flinch from his touch, scared that your act will crumble under the watchful eyes of his colleagues. Could a person tell you were the one who cut the brakes of your husband's car? It wouldn't make sense to those who would find out. Haruchiyo was a meticulous man and never failed to make sure his car was running well. Whether they’d find out, you weren't sure and frankly, you started praying to any deity listening to a sinner they wouldn't. Bonten never found out about your husband's accident. Not a single soul questioned his absence for almost four days since you saw him bleed to death in his destroyed car down the cliff. If they did, you wouldn't be here right now. The universe was definitely mocking you at this moment, laughing at your bewildered expression when he showed up just in time to plan this party you were quite sure you would be spending alone as a widow.

It was if he did not die…

“I’m alright,” you mumbled curtly before leaving his side. Anyone who is wise enough to look twice could probably tell you were not in the mood. You wished you could scream and tell everyone present that Sanzu Haruchiyo was dead. That the man in front of them was an imposter. And that you knew why because you killed him—you made sure of it. “Just a bit tired, that's all.”

So why is he here, alive and well?

His fingers shouldn't be this warm, pressing against your back and the others slipping your panties down. A slice of the birthday cake you bought lay untouched on the coffee table. Remnants of tonight's party came in the form of crumpled and discarded wrappers by the foot of the couch. Your gifts sat beside the dessert he brought with him to question you whether you wanted some or not. When you failed to reply, Haruchiyo was quick to set it down and press on with his inquiry. Needless to say, your stubbornness got you into this mess.

Haruchiyo, in the three years of marriage, rarely touched you. You could count those times with just your hands and even then, he was rarely talkative. Preferring to take and take, never give. Right now, to be under his searing touches and the way his teeth were biting on your left earlobe, was close to a dizzying experience. The wine in your system failed to mask your flustered state as you stammered out for him to stop—that it was getting late and you have work in the morning. But Haruchiyo or whoever this person was, knew you were scared. Afraid to be left alone and vulnerable under his hold. His suspicions were confirmed when you voiced out clearer this time for him to halt his actions and demand why he was alive.

“So, ‘ya kinda knew, huh?” Haruchiyo sighed, pulling away slightly to stare at the ceiling. “And to think I thought everything was going so well… You just had to spoil the surprise, hm?”

“Of course, I knew! Haru… you're my husband,” you whispered the last part, unsure how to proceed. For him to admit that Sanzu Haruchiyo—that he isn't human right at the bat was disconcerting. “W-who are you? What are you?”

“I’m your husband, silly!” the pink-haired creature chuckled, delighted at the way you trembled. “Who else could I be other than Sanzu Haruchiyo? Would you like me to be someone else?” Leaning further against you, his voice morphed into one you recognized that belonged to the older Haitani brother as he whispered teasingly into your ear causing a shiver to rush down your spine at how uncanny it was. The tips of his rosy tinted hair shortened and turned into lilac. Just for a moment, you were in the company of his attractive colleague. But you knew better than to delude yourself, never turning to confirm whether Haruchiyo’s face turned into Ran Haitani. No, you will probably sober up and run once you do because your husband… was not human. “Maybe you’d like me to look like that purple-haired bastard, huh? Ran was eyeing you the entire time… Is he the reason why you killed me? Do you wanna get fucked by him? Is it because you like that man—”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid!” you screamed then quivered, slightly taken aback by your own behavior. Haruchiyo barely flinched, his hand still holding you by your hip while the other was gripped tightly around your forearm to keep you from moving away. It all made sense now. Your husband was never human from the start and this served as a bonus to him. No wonder he never gets caught. It’s because it wasn't his face being exposed to those cameras while he did a crime. “In all these years, I’ve never looked at any other man. Haruchiyo… you were the only person I’ve been with even if you never shared the same sentiment. It was only I who fucking cared about this marriage! Do not bring another man into our problems. I… What are you doing? Stop that.”

Glancing at him, you gritted your teeth and glared at Haruchiyo’s actions of stripping your dress off. This time, he has reverted back to his original appearance that of his co-worker. Amused at how easily you cast aside the thought of fucking with a man who shared the same face as Ran for a second. When he paid no attention to your command, you repeated it once more only for your husband to pinch your clit, which elicited a sharp gasp from your lips. Anger bubbled up your throat, ready to yell at him once more until he murmured into your ear.

“Just keep talkin’.”

“W-what—”

“Keep talkin’ or I’m telling everyone how you killed me that night. You don't wanna have Bonten chasing after ‘ya, right? So do me a favor and keep talking—preferably why you decided to kill me,” Haruchiyo stated, tone cold as ice that did not match the way he was pleasuring you. His hands had a mind of their own and they were either parting your pussy folds or rolling your clit. By now, you were a hot mess, trying to muffle the moans that escaped your traitorous mouth. Upon hearing it, those blue irises staring at your expression through the glass window’s reflection narrowed. “I’ve been good to you, ‘ya know? Never hurt you. Never deliberately made you cry. Protected you from those who wanted to harm me—us. Provided you with everything you ever wanted as what your father asked… And this is how you repay your husband? Cutting the breaks and having his car fall off a cliff? Are you sick? Tell me, honey. Why did you try to murder me?”

“W-what good would it be—ah! What good would it be if I told you? You’re not dead,” you hissed, shaking under his tight grip as his fingers penetrated your wet pussy. Ears ignored the way he laughed at the slick coating on his fingers. There was no doubt you were getting aroused. He didn't care whether it was because of him or due to the pent-up frustrations that were caused by the man fingering you. Either way, Haruchiyo was pleased by the lewd reactions that you tried to keep at bay. “A-and no one is gonna believe you. Ah… Who would if I told them my husband died and came back to life again? Your friends won’t. No one will.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever I say, goes in the end. Has your pretty dumb mind forgotten I’m the second in command?” He couldn't help but laugh at the way you stiffened. Of course, no one is going to take your word for the truth. Not as long as Haruchiyo is alive and you don't have proof. The elaborate plan you had has gone up in smoke. There is no way anyone will believe you. “Plus, Mikey knows. Do you think I’ll keep such a secret from him? Who do you think he’s gonna believe more, huh? My dumb murderer of a wife? Or his long-time ally?”

“Shut up,” you muttered in a defeated tone, brows pinched. Your vision is obstructed by tears that have yet to fall. “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through all these years… and it’s all your fault—ah, shit! D-don’t—” The rest of your words died down at the tip of your tongue when Haruchiyo continued fingering you, although this time, he was grinding his erection against your ass. His hot breath fanned your ear while he took pleasure at your squirming figure.

“My fault? Honey, what the fuck do you mean, hm?” The sound of his belt buckling and falling to the floor had the blood on your face rush. “Maybe it is. But you can’t just blame it all on me. Tell ‘ya what, lemme remedy that right now. Would that make you happy? Would it be a great birthday gift?”

“W-what do you think—stop, let me go! If you want to divorce me, just do it. Don’t try to take pity on me!” You choked on your next sentence when the tip of his cock went past your ass cheeks and into the entrance of your wet cunt. “W-wait, what are you—”

A short cry escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, his thick girth spreading your pussy folds apart so the stretch was a bit stinging, yet somehow pleasant. However, you weren't going to tell him that. No, this shouldn't even be happening. You hated your husband for leaving you all alone and never cared to give you his time unless he was asked to. For him to easily make you submit like this…

“Haru, stop—”

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, the corners of his lips curled up at the moan you made the moment his cock was all the way inside and grazing your cervix. The filthy squelching sounds filtered through the air that it was close to echoing back to you in the four corners of the living room. His hips met your ass at a rapid pace that you choked on your own saliva, digging your fingers into the armrest of the couch. The tears you failed to shed are now rolling down your cheeks in euphoria and a hint of shock at how things have turned out. This wasn’t the way the evening should have played out. It was either you leave and make him promise to sign the divorce papers—or to shoo him out of your life forever. Whatever he was, Sanzu Haruchiyo should not prolong his stay in your life. So why was he fucking you like a crazed animal right now? And what did he mean he’ll remedy your loneliness? “You’re a bitch in heat. Surely you don't want me to stop now, eh? And no, we’re not getting divorced. You’re stuck with me forever. Gonna fucking make sure of that.”

“What are you planning—fuck, right there…” Back arching, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, hoping to steady yourself and not fall forward. “If you think you could—”

“Now, now. Easy, hun,” he whispered, wincing at the tight squeeze your pussy did. It was laughable how you keep telling me to stop, but continue to clench around him as if to milk him dry. “Do you wanna spoil my gift? Be a good girl and just take it. Don’t worry, I’m a hundred and ten percent sure you’re gonna love a baby.” With a smirk on his lips, your husband pulled back until only the tip was touching the damp slit. A gasp was torn out of your mouth at the harsh thrust he did next, his cock bigger and longer that you could feel him in your throat. Speechless at the surprising size, it took a minute and a few more thrusts before you realized your husband's cock had indeed changed. Heavy balls full of fertile cum slapping against your ass that the obscene noise was egging you on to reach for that high, long forgotten was your dislike and the woes you had. A bulge was visible every time he thrust so hard and fast that you were scared it’ll puncture a hole in your tummy. The bastard was intent on having you drunk on his cock—effortlessly pulling out ahs and ohs from your slacked mouth. That was his plan—to knock you up so you’ll stay with him. You knew too much and there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo is gonna fuck this marriage up because for sure Mikey would question how a simple task such as being your husband wasn't met. “Gonna cum, hun? So soon?”

“F-fuck you! Haru… more, more. Holy shit, make me cum, Haru! Please!” Another gasp followed by a string of curses slipped past your tongue, clamping down on the monstrous dick stretching you out deliciously. All Haruchiyo could do was reach his high and spill out thick semen into your womb, grunting at your tight pussy milking his balls empty. He would not have it any other way. You whined at how you felt full, your hand reaching down to cradle your stomach. Your free hand is clutching onto the couch, legs wobbly. “Ugh… n-no more.”

He pulled out his shrinking cock, a thick white line connecting the tip to your creamed cunt. But instead of walking away or cleaning himself, Haruchiyo began to stroke his length once again, hoping to fuck you for another round. He grinned at your delirious state, your body still quivering at the aftermath of your climax as his cum started to drip down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

“There. Now, you’ll never be lonely again, wife. Gonna make sure I’ll breed this pussy every day so you better start learning how to take care of children, yeah?”

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

rank Sihtric’s haircuts from each season 🤭

*cracks knuckles* you asked for it and I went all out.

Seven Kings Must Die

this Sihtric is superior Sihtric

this look is divine

a blessing

that's Saint Sihtric to you

I would do everything for him

your wish is my command, lord.

I literally gasped, then moaned out loud when he appeared on screen with that loose hair out of nowhere

I did not register half of the movie afterwards because I kept thinking about his hair and I wish I was joking

I've haven't been the same ever since

Sihtric went full medieval sex god in SKMD

tell me that man does not growl like a beast when you pull his hair

those braids btw... *sighs besotted*

and those shaved sides *shudders*

I'm sweating right now

wow

will die fighting to defend my claim that this is his best look

make the square

the unbraided hair is so hot, so sexy, so nonchalant, so wild.

what a beast man

oh my god I'm so in love with Sihtric...

I'd marry him in a heartbeat

*cries because he's not real*

2. Season 4

DAMN. yes.

oh boy

first minute had me like; *shocked* oh, baby, no......

but after 2 minutes it had me like; *aroused* oh, baby, yes...

it's hot

it's sexy

it's risky

it's bold

it's dangerous and playful???????

and he pulls it off like no one else could

like literally the shape of his shaved side is perfect?????????

it's Sihtric's medieval bad boy era

and I am willing to commit all kinds of crimes

he's so fine

imagine having this man in your bed and the things he'd do to you

I know a lot of people do not like this cut

you simply don't deserve him

hand him over to me and we all walk away unharmed

3. Season 3.

a fan favorite!

it's giving me polite, shy boy who will bring your mom flowers when he meets her, but will fuck you relentless in the back of his car later that night (or in a barn you know, back in the medieval days)

it's adorable but sexy

it's so good

this was my fave cut before I saw season 4. and then Seven Kings Must Die happened so it ended up being number 3 on my list.

10/10 would marry season 3 Sihtric!!

it's so short and fluffy

*squeals*

very baby boy

4. Season 2

so goddamn CUTE

this cut fits him so damn well and highlights his face in all the right ways

I only lowkey hate it bc it's Kjartan's style

and we all hate Kjartan, don't we kids?

that bastard (not Sihtric, talking about his dad)

they should've - no, no. focus. this is not about him.

ANYWAY

season 2 Sihtric!!!!

so handsome

so cute

so mysterious

sexy as hell (what else is new?)

5. Season 5

look................

he's a total babe

so handsome

and people are going to judge me for this

but this haircut does absolutely nothing for me

literally nothing

too much curls going on in the back for my liking

it hides the tattoo too much for my liking

and I'm a sucker for shaved sides

to me it doesn't show off his face feautures in the right ways

however

season 5 gave us the best bicep content

so I am not complaining

would still love him with this cut if he was my husband

#sihtric kjartansson #arnas fedaravicius #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #seven kings must die

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hey do you guys have any fics where Klaine are spies or like criminal master minds? Or separately maybe like a mafia story but where they BOTH come from mafia families? I don't know I'm in a bad ass klaine mood. Thanks!

Here's a list of various fics. ~Jen

Here is our mafia tag.

And of course this one!

A Mafia Romance by @yadivagirl [WIP]​

Blaine is the son of a powerful crime boss. He has no intentions of joining the family business, especially since he finally has a gorgeous boyfriend named Kurt, but everyone else has other ideas. When Kurt gets caught in the middle, Blaine’s true nature is unleashed. Like father, like son. Dark!Blaine. Features sex, violence, drug references, and heavy BDSM themes.

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An Unrefuseable Offer by Aki and Tenshi

Mafia AU. Blaine is a jaded crime lord interested in Kurt, a singer at a speakeasy. Kurt is desperate to take care of his ill father. Blaine makes Kurt an offer, trade himself for Blaine’s money and influence to get Burt the best medical care. And then there’s Sebastian, who runs a rival mob. Angst, drama, and a dark, kinda romantic story

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A Dangerous Game by dreamcatcher (darcangell23)

The year is 1924 and Blaine Anderson, son of the most notorious mafia boss in the east, has gone to his favorite speakeasy where he sees Kurt for the first time. It’s got to be love at first sight but falling for a mafia baby so a dangerous game to play. But is Kurt exactly who Blaine thinks he is? 

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Spy fic:

Trigger Warning by @inkystars (on tumblr)

Blaine Anderson is one of the top international spies in the world, but is very insistant upon keeping his husband, Kurt Hummel, in the dark about that matter. Which ends up being a bit of a problem when Kurt is kidnapped

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Criminal Klaine -

An Unwritten Life by GlassParade

An adaptation of the movie “The Brothers Bloom” – Blaine and Cooper are brothers and con artists, committing crimes worldwide with explosives expert Santana in tow. But Blaine wants out of the life, while Cooper wants to pull off one last con – and for his mark, he’s selected reclusive automotive heir Kurt Hummel. With Coop’s promise to finally let him go in hand, Blaine sets the hook and reels Kurt into a madcap global adventure in lies, violence, death…and love.

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An Honest Man by BlurglesmurfKlaine @jinglejavey

For nearly the past decade, Kurt Hummel and his best friend Rachel Berry have made their living swindling unsuspecting bachelors. Which proves to be pretty easy on his conscience, considering he doesn’t believe in love anymore. As they always say: “You can’t con an honest man... Good thing they don’t exist.” But their mark for their last con before they go their separate ways—Blaine Anderson—may just prove otherwise, and restore Kurt’s faith in love in the process.

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FBI/criminal:

Catch Me If You Can by @afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

Note: There are 9 more stories in this verse HERE.

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In Spite of all the Darkness by wishesonfallenstars

When the bodies of teenage girls start appearing next to dumpsters over New York City, the NYPD calls in the FBI. Because Serial Killers are always stopped easier when there’s experienced back up on speed-dial, and with bodies starting to pile up, they need to move fast. (warnings inside)

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Hidden in the Deep by LauGS @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel’s only concern was getting the perfect role in the perfect Broadway show. But when one night he witnesses a real nightmare, Kurt’s focus shifts from saving his career to saving something much more important: his own life.

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Mr Congeniality by ifinallyfoundsomeone

Miss. Congeniality!AU

Bomb threats are being sent to the newly made Mr. America pageant and FBI Agent Blaine Anderson has taken up the position of being an undercover agent to save the pageant. With some extreme grooming and guidance from his pageant consultant, Blaine infiltrates the world of Men’s pageants. Making some interesting friends, and maybe he even winning the heart of his slave driver pageant consultant, the gorgeous and fascinating, Kurt Hummel.

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#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #criminal Klaine #FBI #spy #mafia

[exquisiteserotonin]

Footsteps to Follow: Part 4

The Dangers of Fate

Series Summary: The loss of a loved one lasts forever and every person finds different ways to heal.

Pairing: Alice York x Foodtruck owner! Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE. Descriptions of violence and intent to commit violence. TW due to some talk of human trafficking and rape (nothing described, just implications of a bad guy involved in organized crime might be doing). Hints of romance and fluff. ANGST. If you are UNDER 18, please DNI. MDNI!!! AU, Foodtruck Owner Joel! No outbreak.

Word Count: ~3.5K

A/N: I'm glad that my writer's block more or less fixed itself for the time being. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I think we are finally getting somewhere. Things are starting to move! 💜💜💜

To my magical sluts: Thank you for helping through my neurotic feelings if inadequecy regarding my writing @imalrightllama @magpiepillsjunior @youandmeand5bucks @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen @legendary-pink-dot @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207

Taglist, thank you so much for reading my work: @drewharrisonwriter, @casa-boiardi @nerdieforpedro @secretelephanttattoo

Alice sat with her legs tightly crossed one over the other on a quaint, earthy green bench situated in the middle of a garden. The aroma of the coffee in her hand paired with the ocean breeze wafting through the arched breezeway sent an invigorating energy through her body. Another country, another job. She took a sip of her coffee, surrendering to the warmth it spread from her lips to her chest, and stomach. The vibrant color and smoky sweet scent of lavender plants filling the air were beguiling to the senses. There wasn’t anything quite like it at home.

They were countless, the times she wished her next destination would be to a place of her choosing, at a time she found convenient, during a time she desired. But for the first time, she longed for the feeling of returning home. With another deep breath of her coffee, it was like she was back again, sharing one with a middle-aged man from Texas with patchy facial hair, a man more handsome than he had any right to be. 

***

“I’m sorry our first date had to be over shitty hospital coffee,” Joel had apologized. 

“Is that what this is?” she asked, treading carefully along the bridge between disinterest and full-on crush. 

Joel’s hands wiggled as he raised his brows towards her and twitched his mouth at the quip. The way faint lines on his forehead revealed themselves and the line that appeared on his bottom lip as he puckered them in thought sent a light flutter inside Alice’s stomach. She squeezed her eyes tightly, blowing out a nervous breath. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said, scrunching her face in consternation, “I’m so not good at this.” 

“Now, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Joel responded, as he stretched out his feet under the table, the toe of his boots just inches from her sneakers, “I think you’re doin’ alright.” 

“How can you be so sure?” 

“I’ve got a few years on ya, Alice,” Joel replied in a self-deprecating tone. “So, tell me, how’d ya fall into nursin’?” 

The answer was easy, but the guilt that accompanied it was equally apparent. 

“Helping people, trying to anyway, seemed like,” she paused for a moment to think, “the appropriate choice. I kind of rebelled, pretty terribly as I got older and probably hurt a lot of people in the process.” 

“Well, I’m not ‘bout to judge people by their past,” Joel shared.

“Human nature, huh?” Alice commented. “We’re all a little bit broken.” 

“Like an egg,” Joel countered, his posture straightening and his eyes lighting up. 

“What?” Alice laughed, curious about his unique comparison. 

“You know, like an egg can break, but what’s inside is usually helluva lot better,” Joel explained, “like you can eat it, could be a baby chicken, too.”

So many people might have ridiculed him for the simplicity of his comparison. Ever observant, Alice took in the moment, took in the words, keeping the charm and wisdom that were present underneath the rugged exterior. 

“That’s pretty wise, Tex,” Alice praised, tipping her cup of coffee to him in salute. 

Joel took a sip of his simple, black coffee and pushed against the table with a long, nervous sigh, “Truth is, Alice, I ain’t really good at this either.” 

He waved his hand in the space between them.

“I don’t know about that,” Alice hummed, “you seem to be doing OK to me.” 

***

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she heard a voice muse, bringing her back to the garden.

Alice looked up, shifting her eyes towards her handler. She closed them with a silent nod of her head. 

“Romantic even,” Firefly murmured, out at the impossibly, vibrant blue water of the Dubrovnik coastline.

Is she talking about my father? 

It was an exercise in conflicting emotions to watch her handler’s face change, each line filled with a story, each gaze and each sigh held a memory which Alice knew nothing about. Some days she wanted to ask her what those memories were, searching for any strings that could tie her even closer to her father. Other days, she was simply scared to ask for fear of the emotions it would stir in them both. 

How did you know he was in love with you? 

Did he talk about me? No. Don’t answer that question. 

Did he treat you better than he treated my mother? 

Why didn’t you save him? 

Standing up, Alice followed Firefly through the archway leading up to the quiet, nondescript apartment she had secured for their stay just on the outskirts of Dubrovnik. The walls of the apartment were made of stone that varied in shape and size. Each one climbed up to the top of the building revealing beauty, age, and distinction in their grooves and crevices. The owner at the front desk barely acknowledged them with a smile on her aged face. She stared out the arched window, closing her eyes to the breeze, occasionally waving to locals she knew. 

In a single file, Alice followed her handler up the narrow, steep stairway to their room. It was cozy, clean, and simple. A couch with a pullout bed greeted them, a small coffee table placed before it was a perfect space for working. Past the living space was a narrow but open archway leading to the bedroom. Alice explored the small space as her handler immediately took her laptop from her briefcase. The change back to cutthroat professionalism was jarring. She opened her laptop, her fingertips clacking at the keys as she ensured that she had an encryption to protect their location, their identity, and everything else in between. It was no wonder her dad had fallen in love with her, she was just like him. 

Alice sat next to her, as she began to bring up all her files on their target: Vojislav Đorđević. The dossier Firefly had compiled on him was extensive and at first glance, overwhelming. She and Alice combed through information: wanted in the Netherlands, Germany, and France for human trafficking of women, children, and migrants, firearms trafficking, and participation in a criminal organization. 

A trembling feeling began to percolate in Alice’s stomach as she continued to read about the man’s atrocities. It was as though someone had stuck their hand down her throat and was churning her intestines. Kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder. Just seeing the written on the same line, in the same sentence as children sent a scorching rage igniting inside her. She felt her shoulders and chest beginning to tighten as she fought to keep herself from seething. Before she even realized it, an enraged tremble began to quiver beneath her skin. It grew with each file she read and each photo that she had to go through.

She drew a deep breath and stood up, turning away from the computer, placing her hands on her hips. Pacing around seemed to be the only way she could tear her eyes away from just one photo she saw, one photo that was enough to strengthen her resolve to kill him in the most terrible way imaginable. A shot to the head would be too merciful. Perhaps a knife to both eyes before cutting off his dick. 

“Alice…Alice?” she knew it was her handler, but her voice seemed simultaneously close and far away. “Alice, you ok?”

After a few blinks, she refocused herself and turned back to Firefly. 

“Sorry…,” Alice replied, her brow furrowed still, “I’m fine…I’ll be fine.” 

Firefly turned away from her laptop and closed it, “I know I’ve told you this before, but I need you on your A-game, there can’t be any distractions.” 

“I’ve heard this all before, I know if I get distracted, I get killed,” Alice said, her voice spent with exasperation. 

“Personal feelings about this aren't going to make you execute the job any better,” Firefly declared, her face firm and authoritative. “I need your head clear.”

Alice turned back to her handler, the tightness in her shoulders beginning to settle as she unclenched her hands that she had formed into a fist. She returned to her chair, her posture straight and attentive. Leaning forward, she pressed her forearms against the table. 

“You’re right. I’m ready,” Alice conceded. “Tell me the plan again.”

***

Alice awoke the next morning, rested and ready. She left the apartment in the early afternoon living, breathing, and becoming one with the town. The breeze off the ocean danced through her hair as she walked through nearly every quiet side street of the seaside city. Alice checked her watch, the time ticking down to the job. She stopped outside a busy cafe ordering a coffee from the counter. The humming chatter of tourists filled the air as they sat down for a snack and a respite from their day of exploring. 

Once she finished her coffee, she went inside to the bathroom, opening her bag which held her uniform: a boxy and plain blue shirt and black pants. She examined herself in the mirror straightening the creases on the shirt and pants of her housekeeping disguise. 

The warmth of the setting sun was slinking away as Alice strolled through the side streets approaching the luxurious hotel where Đorđević was holing in for the evening. She crept past a few hotel staffers arguing amongst one another on their smoking break. Other hotel staff walked in and out a side door that was easily accessible to the public, but also easy enough to slink through amidst the rocky hillsides and floral strewn hills that provided a natural landscaping that would be easy for her to navigate. 

I’m in.

Alice texted Firefly quickly.

Blending in easily with the cleaning staff, she gained access to their supply room, surreptitiously grabbing a keycard that one absent-minded young individual let fall to the floor from his hand She pushed the giant cart of cleaning supplies in front of her, glancing at her reflection in one of the spotlessly clean mirrors. Not a spot of makeup. Hair pulled back into a tight low bun. Completely plain. Completely unnoticeable. 

As Alice inched closer and closer to the top floor where the Presidential suite and Đorđević rested, Firefly kept a lookout and waited for the job to be done so they could return home. Her eyes scanned the glimmering, midnight blue water as tourists and locals strolled along, breathing in the night air. A tightness grasped her like a fist punching through her chest. Her eyes narrowed on a figure familiar to her, age lines littering his face, and his once golden blonde hair was nearly white in his old age. He held his head up with an air of privilege and entitlement she thought she would never have to see again. The stench of his ego threatened to hitch a ride on the wind. His shoulders were pulled back in an arrogant posture, a posture she could never forget. It was the  same arrogant, self-assured posture his son once shared with him before he was killed.

Alice looked down at her phone, seeing a text message light up the screen. 

Mission compromised. Abort now.

Seriously? Alice thought. This can’t be happening. 

    Can still finish job. 

She typed her words quickly as she walked through the halls of a floor a few levels below the top floor. 

    Negative. Hold position. 

Alice paced back and forth stepping away from the cleaning cart. The cold, carbon steel pressed securely to her leg with her ankle strap. 

I’d just need one moment. He’d be dead faster than a lightning strike. 

The fast whirring of the staff elevator raced to Alice’s ears. Like a startled cat, she acquired her knife and held still behind the large cart. The steel took on the warmth of the anticipatory heat that flowed through her palm and her fingers. She stood ready to eliminate whoever was about to come through the elevator to thwart her. Her slow and silent breaths quieted the fast and loud thumping of her heart. The thin, mechanical hiss of the opening doors set off a countdown in her brain. Slow footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway. 

“Excuse me, I seem to be lost; could you show me where the indoor pool is?” a sing-song voice called out.

Firefly stood before her, a stern look washed over her face while Alice rolled her eyes, twirling her knife behind her wrist.

“What are you doing here?” she breathed through her teeth. 

“I told you we were compromised.” 

Hooking her arm with Alice’s they walked briskly towards the stairs. Alice was huffing with the speed at which she followed her handler. The chill of anxiety began to creep into her bloodstream the closer they got to the ground floor. In the stairwell, Firefly took a quick scan of her phone tapping into different cameras in the building. All clear. Their sprint had ended when Firefly walked ahead, grabbing the handle of the door to the lobby.

“Meet me at the Tisak booth after you’ve changed.”

Alice rushed to the bathroom, her heart beating faster with the lack of knowledge her handler was refusing to provide.

This is the kind of shit that’s going to get me killed. 

She slipped into a soft, black linen dress and applied a swipe of red lip gloss across her lips and a quick coat of mascara on each set of eyelashes. With her hair down, she looked like a different person. As she glided past the front desk, she noted everything around her, nothing seemingly out of place until spied a tall, older man with bright, silvery blonde hair, his shoulders pushed back beneath the sleek pressed fabric of his polo shirt. 

“Oh yes, thank you sir.” Alice overheard the polite and discreet voice of the front desk agent. “Someone will be down to accompany you to his room.” 

Alice shook off the urge to follow the man, certain he was being accompanied to the Presidential suite. She stored the image of him in her brain, filing it away, certain she’d have to return to it later. 

Is this old man really the one she’s worried about?

Distractions will get you killed. 

I could have gotten killed.

She walked with long strides, her small traveler bag on her shoulder. Her personal artillery shifted inside, and she slowed her steps, cognizant of any attention that she might inadvertently bring to herself. The adrenaline rushed to her ears as she saw her handler’s car. She entered through the passenger’s side, pulling the door closed with a loud slam. 

“What the fuck was that?” Alice demanded. 

“I told you we were compromised, and I made the call to drop the job,” Firefly responded quickly and firmly. 

“No, no, I fucking put my life on the line out there and that’s the bullshit reason you give me?”

“It’s not your concern anymore,” she added, looking in her car’s rear view mirror as she left the city walls of the old town heading towards the airport. “I will take this one moving forward.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alice groaned, rubbing her eyes and forehead in frustration. “What? Is this some kind of fallout from an old job you and my dad had? Couldn’t keep your legs closed, so karma’s knocking at your door?”

Firefly swerved the car with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, stopping at the side of the road. Faster than Alice could open her mouth to speak, her handler slapped her in the face. Tears sprung from the corner of her eyes as she brought her hand to her face, which was left red and stinging.

“I just saved your fucking life. Trust me, if you needed to know about this, I’d have already told you.” Firefly said as her eyes, darkened by the nighttime sky, held back tears. “We’re done.” 

The quiet of the deep night took over the road, the rush of the world zoomed past the car while the silent, stifling air that filled the vehicle threatened the life of any noise that tried to pierce it. Alice tried to calm her seething anger, looking out the window at the stars in the sky only moving her eyes towards her handler in quick glances. The silent noise continued until they arrived at the airport. 

***

“Here are your tickets,” Firefly said, her face laden with lines of distant confusion as they walked through the sliding glass doors of the airport terminal. “Take some time for yourself. If something comes up, I’ll notify you.”

“Please…,” Alice urged, letting out a sigh of frustration, “why won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“Alice, I could have gotten you killed,” her voice cracked with the words, “I’d never---I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 

A dull ache crept across Alice’s neck as she observed another moment of sentimentality escape from her handler. Anger, disappointment, and frustration. She felt all of these things and yet through it all, there was never a question regarding trust. Not in Alice’s mind. She’d always been able to trust Firefly. 

“Why don’t you trust me?” Alice questioned. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, this time her eyes demanding Alice’s attention and gaze. “I promise you that once I have all the intel, once I have it all clear, I’ll find you again.”

Alice stood dumbfounded as Firefly turned away, disappearing into a crowd of travelers. An unwelcome and familiar feeling of dread veiled itself over her. She dug her hands deep into her pockets, squeezing her keychain as she turned on her heels to join the sprinkling of travelers. Her footsteps heavy with the unwanted memory of a broken promise. 

***

Bright sunlight greeted Alice as she disembarked the plane that had touched down on the tarmac. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked through the terminal. 

“Shit,” she swore under her breath as she recalled that she didn’t plan for a ride home. 

Signs littered the airport advertising taxis and ride shares. Exhaustion and confusion had already set themselves within Alice and the desire to curl up in the warm covers of her bed was strengthening its resolve. As though in a trance, she opened up her phone contacts, swiping through the names of co-workers and lingering longer than she wanted to admit on her sister’s name before her thumb settled over a name she knew she shouldn’t call.

Stop being ridiculous, Al. She heard her inner voice groan. 

As though her thumb had a mind of its own, she discovered that she had already dialed the phone number for Joel Miller. 

“Shit, shit, shit…” Alice whispered as she began to walk with hint of panic in each step.

“Hello?” The sound of his rugged drawl came clear over the phone.

“Um, hey, Joel, it’s Alice,” she greeted, her fingers trembling along with her voice, “I’m sorry to call all of a sudden like this.” 

“Hey come on now,” Joel assured, “it ain’t no trouble. You OK?”

“Um yeah…,” she lied through shaky breaths, “I just got home from a trip and realized as I landed, I didn’t make the right pick up plans and I---,” 

“Need me to come pick you up from the airport?” Joel offered, the tone of his voice rising eagerly. “Where should I meet you?” 

“Yeah, if you could? I’m in Terminal A, if you can do it.” Alice asked with a slight tone of embarrassment. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Already said I would,” he replied with a low chuckle. 

“Thanks, Tex.” 

Alice restlessly shook her knee as she sat on a bench just outside Terminal A. The nerves of waiting for Joel and the anxiety built up from the last 24 hours combined to create a particularly biting panic attack. She watched as car after car passed, until a metallic green pickup truck slowed in the passenger pick up lane. The way he practically leapt out of the truck to grab her suitcase was enough to set her spirit soaring. 

It should be a crime to look as good as he does in an old t-shirt and jeans. She thought to herself.

She followed him as he placed it in the back passenger seat. He turned to face her; his smile was like a bright beacon that guided her through the fog of her panic. 

“Welcome home, Alice.”

“Joel,” she greeted, her voice shaking as she stepped towards him. 

“Hm?” He smiled, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples. 

With one bold move she pulled him close towards her, tugging at his shirt before her eyes lingered on the calming glimmer of his deep brown eyes until they followed a natural line to the pout beneath his mustache. And with one soft caress of her lithe fingers from his forehead to his chin, she kissed him. 

#juice collective #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #equalizer 2 #dave york #dave york apologist #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x original character #joel miller x female character #joel miller x alice york #angst #fluff #romance #hurt #alice york's wonderland

[shitpostingsystem]

bsd ramblings (season 5)

nikolai is my scrungo

bro can’t live without his electronics omg that chronically online mf

dazai <3

HI RANPO I MISSED YOU

HI POE OMG KISS RANPO 

“yeah you helped out we don’t have time for all your gloating right now” AWWW THEYRE IN LOVE

“tttttttttttttterrorist!!!” bro stutters more than wattpad y/n

WHERE THE HELL IS AKUTAGAWA I HAVENT SEEN HIM IN FOREVER

i love bsd’s intros omfg. the animation, the music, it’s amazing 

kunikida’s hands said “nuh uh”

bro has a massive hangover lmao

i love how the guys are fangirling

why is he a dilf

“no im not! i’m…young!” silly

atsushi has a fear of abandonment? mood 

HI AKUTAGAWA I MISSED YOU

dazai <33333333333333333

SHIN SOUKOKUUUUU 

dazai our he/they king

“a new generation of double black” YES WKNEIDNEJDSSHBEHDBE

“you’re the trial for me” that’s what she (akutagawa) said 

AKUTAGAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ATSUSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

oh they’re ok it’s fine. forgot we were going on anime rules

akutagawa has a lung disease?? damn. womp womp. L. roll better stats

i want to hug whoever made the season 5 intro. it’s my favorite 

istfg if akutagawa actually dies i’m killing myself

HI BRAM. SWORD VAMPIRE MAN

AKUTAGAWA IS A FUCKING VAMPIRE NOW WTF 

why is vampirism kinda hot (i’m a sex repulsed asexual) 

WHAT KIND OF SEMIPOP MUSIC IS PLAYING

dazai you silly babygirl

i am a fyodor/dazai bestie truther 

nikolai is so fucking silly

“because i missed you, bestie!” how about boyfriend nikolai? 

nikolai/fyodor

bram basically adopting the kid is amazing and i love it 

“this is a fantastic opportunity, a true gift from heaven” dazai you absolute suicidal mood

“i’m sleepy. take me back” MOOD BRAMBRAM

the kid having trauma is a mood

brambram having an ipod is something i needed 

dazai/sigma besties

dazai dancing with his bestie is amazing 

HI KENJI I MISSED YOU

CHUUYA IS A VAMPIRE NOW?????

kenji having anger issues but appearing chill is a whole mood 

imagine fighting a dude and passing out like bros

“you’re pretty sharp for a three year old” lmao dazai

is fyodor gonna die? dammit i liked that dude 

DAZAI PUT SHOES ON I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR DOGS

dazai being manipulative is so fun to see. i love seeing the burnt wet cat being toxic 

“do you want me to drown you in a bathtub?” “what’s a bathtub?” LMAO I LOVE THOSE TWO

damn childhood friends 

is dostoyevsky a christian????? nah i refuse 

dazai, sigma, dostoyevsky, and nikolai are besties and commit every crime ever (except for like. animal abuse and rape and the shit they wouldn’t do) 

WAIT IS CHUUYA GONNA KILL DAZAI NONONONONKNSJENDUENWJFBWJCBEUCUENCUENDHBEUDHDHE

brambram and the girl are so silly. i love them (i don’t ship them ofc don’t get the wrong idea, parent and kid silly) 

dostoyevsky said help me and went crazy 

split personality??? MOOD????

awww cmon i was hoping for did dostoyevsky 

“FUCK THAT REALLY HURT” GOD I LOVE DAZAI

CHUUYA DONT YOU DARE KILL DAZAI 

DAZAI WINDSUBEIDBWDU WHDBSHWBDUE

NOOOOOOOOO

IM ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY OMFG OMWHDJWNDUW UB WE BEHXBEHDYEH

DAZAIIIIWJHEUDNSUCNDHD

ANIME RULES BETTER ANIME 

I NEED DAZAI TO LIVE GODDAMMIT

MY WET CAT HAS TO LIVE

NIKOLAI STFU DAZAI IS DEAD

O S A M U D A Z A I 

SIGMA NOOOOOOOOOO

OH THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK SWEET BABY JESUS

MY BABYGIRL IS OKAY

“who are you calling a dumbass??” CHUUYA KISS YOUR HUSBAND 

i love him <33333

PLEASE TELL ME SIGMA IS OKAY THOUGH

nikolai just say you have a crush on fyodor 

nikolai and fyodor commit tax evasion together 

bro got fucking stabbed by a girlboss 

the grey haired motherfuckers are gay your honor

WHY IS BRAM FUCKING STOKER HOT 

why the new villain kinda 😳😳

SHIN SOUKOKUUUUUUU

boyfies explained by my moot (@duckduckgoose-exe):

Okay here are the amazing ships as different types of boyfies

Chuuya and Dazai: ‘I hate you’ means ily boyfies

Atsushi and Akutagawa: boyfailure boyfies

Ranpo and Poe: autism boyfies

Jouno and Tecchou: ‘you fucking idiot’ boyfies

Nikolai and Fyodor: crazy but in the homoerotic way boyfies

#bsd ramblings #bsd

[true--crime--archives]

My first true crime write up, please be kind.

Some photographs of 16 and 18 year old murder victims Emma Niederbrock and Melanie Wells. The murders would occur in Farmville, Virginia, in September 2009.

Emma Niederbrock loved music above, well, most things. Her favorite genres by far were metal and horrorcore rap. It was her love of horrorcore that would introduce her to her friend, an aspiring horrorcore rapper who went by the name "Syko Sam", in 2008 on MySpace.

Sam, who's real name is Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III (what a mouthful.) was 20 years old and living in California, across the country from the two girls. To say he struggled in school would be an understatement. He was bullied for being overweight, having red hair, and generally not having the same interests as his peers. In addition, he dropped out of not one, but two high schools.

In a stark contrast to the kinds of music he would make and acts he would later commit, his sister Sarah McCroskey, described him as a very passive individual, rarely standing up for himself and being a bit of a door mat. When he and then 15-year-old Emma Niederbock met online in 2008, he showed her a much different side of himself. He was loud, pushy, overly-confident and very brash.

Emma and Sam spent a lot of time together chatting online, and over the phone. By September of 2009, they had known each other for over a year. Emma being 16, and Sam being 20. Sam thought of Emma romantically, though despite her sending him affectionate messages, it's unclear how she truly thought of him. Nevertheless, his involvement with her was inappropriate, given the age difference and experiences in life.

Emma and her best friend, 18 year old Melanie Wells, made plans to visit an all day, all ages horrorcore festival called Strictly for The Wicked on September 12, 2009 in Southgate, Michigan. You can see the festival ad poster here:

Emma and Melanie lived in Inwood, West Virginia, about 3.5 hours from Farmville and about 7 hours from the festival in Southgate, Michigan. Emma and Sam spoke about the festival, deciding it would be a great opportunity for the pair to meet in person for the first time. Emma's parents, (Debra Kelley and Mark Niederbock) however, were uncomfortable with their 16-year-old daughter meeting a 20-year-old man off the internet for the first time, without them present. However, they wanted their daughter to be happy. And despite their better judgement, they agreed to drive the trio to Michigan.

On September 6th, 6 days before the festival were to start, Sam left his home in California, traveling to Virginia. Emma posted on his MySpace wall, "Next time you check your myspace, YOULL BE AT MY HOUSE!" she continued, "I love you sooo SO much baby; forever and for always."

For some reason, this 20-year-old man was allowed to stay at Emma's mother's house (her mother and father were divorced by this time.) for SEVERAL days before the festival was due to begin. I found this odd as they had never met in person before, and back then, parents were a bit more wary and unsure about the internet and the predators on it than they are now. Nevertheless, nothing of note happened in this time period.

What is important to note, is that when he arrived at their home for the first time, Emma was far less than impressed with Sam's appearance. He was a bit of a catfish. He apparently went to great lengths to alter his appearance on MySpace, and Emma did not find him attractive in person. He looked far younger than 20, he was wearing baggy, oversized clothes, was fairly short and had greasy hair combed straight down over his forehead.

Combined with his unattractive looks, he had an unattractive personality. He came off as aloof and immature. Emma was cordial with him, but that was about all she was. Emma and her friend Melanie found him annoying and were uncomfortable around him. However, they still had a 7-hour car ride ahead of them.

Sam had hoped that Emma would change her new attitude towards him once they arrived and were enjoying their common interest together, however this would never happen. Emma reportedly paid little to no attention to him, was distant and acted like he wasn't there. This was compounded by the fact that she was apparently flirtatious with other men in person and over text at the event. Sam did not take this well.

Once 18-year-old Melanie Wells arrived back in Virginia, she posted a new status to her wall at 2:43 a.m, Sept 14th;

“SFTW was fuckin amazing, back in Virginia now, be back in West Virginia on Wednesday. I MISS EVERYONE!!!”

2:43 a.m on 9/14/2009 would be the last time Melanie would ever log into MySpace again. Her friends and family thought it was odd that she would go so quiet. After all, she was 18 and like most teenagers, updated her social media constantly. Monday rolled around. Then Tuesday came. Finally, Wednesday had come. No one had heard from her. Her parents, Thomas and Kathleen Wells tried repeatedly to get ahold of their daughter, to no avail. Thomas decided to drive some 200 miles to Farmville.

No one answered the door at Emma and Debra's home. He knocked and knocked, but no one would come. He decided it was best to sit in his car and wait, thinking maybe they had gone out and would come home soon. He waited for seven hours for them to return, but they never did. Reluctantly, he went back home, where Melanie's mother tried to call everyone she could think of that may have information on her daughter's whereabouts.

After Kathleen investigated a while, she came across the phone number of a man named Andres Shrim. Andres told her that he had seen both Melanie and Emma at the festival, but they had gone home with Emma's parents when it had ended. Kathleen called Emma's home phone number again, however this time someone answered.

The person who answered the phone was Sam. She asked where her daughter Melanie was, but he wouldn't give her a straight answer. Kathleen was frustrated and hung up on him. Morning of Thursday, September 17th, Kathleen contacted the Farmville police dept. and asked them to do a welfare check.

When the police arrived, they encountered Sam. When asked where the three women were, he stated they were out at the movies. They didn't know who Sam was, but they took him at his word. They left the home, and Kathleen informed Mark Niederbrock, Emma's father that she could not get in touch with all three women. Mark told Kathleen he would go check it out, and that he would call her at 5pm later that day.

Kathleen never heard from Mark, or any of them, ever again.

On the morning of September 18th, nearly a week after her daughter was supposed to come home, Kathleen contacted the police department once more. She managed to convince them to file a missing persons report for her daughter, despite their reluctance due to Melanie being 18. They arrived at the Kelley residence at approx. 3:20 p.m, and found the door unlocked. Sam was gone. But the smell wasn't.

The smell of death and decomp was so strong that they had probable cause to enter the home. A neighbor had even done an interview with the news stating that on the 17th, the day before, she was walking her dog past their home and she smelled something pungent, thinking it to be a dead animal.

Inside the residence, the police found three dead bodies in Emma's bedroom. The bodies were 53-year-old Debra Kelley, 16-year-old Emma Niederbrock, and 18-year-old Melanie Wells. Upstairs, they found a fourth body, 50-year-old Mark Niederbrock. The police have stated the scene was so disgusting, traumatizing and horrifying, that they wouldn't elaborate further than saying the victims had died of blunt force trauma.

It didn't take long for the police to discover that all of the victims were last seen by one individual who was no longer present, Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III. After checking social media, the police realized he was the man they had spoken to the day prior. They felt a pit in their stomach. The only suspect, their perpetrator, had gotten away from them. He lived in the house with the bodies for nearly a week. He only left when the stench became too much to bear. A manhunt ensued. Luckily, it wouldn't take too long to locate Richard, a.k.a "Syko Sam".

On September 18th, the same day the bodies were located, a homeowner called the police to report a car that was stuck in a ditch near his home at 4 a.m. A tow truck arrived, and Sam was given a ticket for driving without a license. When asked whose vehicle it was, he stated it was his girlfriend's dad's car.

The tow truck driver named Elton Napier offered to give Sam a ride to a gas station, where Sam requested to go. Napier stated "I'd never smelt anything like it,"

"He stunk like the devil."

He had to hold his head out the window to avoid gagging from the putrid stench.

Sam caught a taxi to Richmond Intl. Airport, where he planned to stay overnight until his flight to California the next day. When the deputy realized he'd just given a ticket to the same man that was last seen at the home of four bodies, he quickly alerted other officers about his conversation with Sam, who had told him he had a flight to California the next day. Early on September 19th, Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III was apprehended.

At the airport when being led away by police, Syko Sam told a reporter "Jesus made me do it." when asked why he had committed quadruple homicide.

Sam plead guilty to two counts of capital murder, and two counts of first degree murder. He chose to waive his right to an appeal. He was sentenced to 4 life sentences to run consecutively. He was smirking as he entered the police van to be taken to prison.

His motive was simple. He had expectations of a relationship with beautiful, but underage, Emma Niederbrock. When those expectations did not become reality, he retaliated by deciding the best course of action would be to murder the high school girl. He is truly one of the sickest and most selfish and disgusting murderers I've ever researched. The permanency and pain he inflicted because he didn't get what he wanted is truly disgusting. He had only wanted to kill Emma. But Debra, Mark, and Melanie simply got in the way.

He had been drinking and smoking marijuana. As he sat there, reflecting on the way Emma had treated him at the festival, he began to become more and more furious. First, he killed Melanie while she slept on the couch, with a hammer. Then, he went upstairs and murdered Debra while she slept in bed. Finally, Emma was killed last, sleeping in her bedroom. None of the women had defensive wounds, meaning that they had at least not woken up during the attacks.

Remember when I mentioned Mark had gone to his ex-wife's home to check on the women? He had been killed simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mark was beaten to death with an 8 pound wood splitting maul. Sam stated he killed Mark with the weapon because he thought "the weight of it meant he wouldn't suffer." I find it telling that the only person's suffering he seemed to care about was the only man he killed, not the women he had killed driven by selfish desire for the minor he so claimed to "love."

Sam fled the scene in the very early morning hours in Mark's car, after stealing the cash in his wallet. However, the idiot got the car stuck in a ditch, where the homeowner contacted the police.

In the end, four lives were lost, including 2 beautiful young women, and 2 parents who simply wanted their daughter to be happy. The four life sentences given to Richard would never be enough to restore the beauty and vivaciousness lost at the hands of a jealous, cold blooded, and severely mentally ill, immature man. The only thing Emma had ever done "wrong", was change her mind about Richard. For he decided that for this slight against his fragile ego, she and her loved ones would never get to open their eyes again.

Sources:

https://myspace.com/435850718/mixes/classic-emma-niederbrock-ragd0ll-669080/photo/368180238

Watch for a part 2 where I post their online profiles, and some more nuanced information.

#crime #crime blog #real crime #true crume #crimenews #emma niederbrock #melanie wells

[fullmoonandstar]

Roommate

Matt Murdock × reader

Cw: none?

Rating: G

Word count: 1k

Summary: You work from home when the former owner of the apartment gets undusted

(This can be read as gn!reader but is afab in future releases)

A/N: imagine you rented Matt’s apartment after he got snapped and now he suddenly appears again! I thought that was interesting and wrote this thing. Let me know if you want more :)

Raindrops slammed against the windows as if they had to prove that autumn was here. You sat at your desk typing a particularly hard email to your boss who became more and more demanding. There simply were not enough people to do the jobs and there was nothing you could do about that. More than five years ago half of the world’s population had disappeared and even though Kevin from accounting was working hard to repopulate the earth, it would still take about 18 years until the babies from today could enter the work -

Crash! The loud noise from the living room made you jump from your chair. You held your breath and listened. Then you heard it, a groan and a quiet swear. Oh fuck, there’s someone in my apartment. How did they get in? Judging from the fact that you were not faced with an armed robber right now, they had not noticed yet that you were home and maybe you could drive them out. You grabbed the metal bat you kept next to your bed and snuck to the living room door. Your heart hammered in your chest and the only thing you could hear was the rushing blood in your ears. Not the best moment for that, now that you needed to listen for any sound that person of people in your apartment made. Maybe if you came out swinging, they would retreat. You tried to listen but there was no movement in the living room, no steps, not that you could tell anyways. Maybe they were listing too? You swallowed hard, ripped the sliding door open, and swung your bat. 

"Get the fuck out of my house!"

"Wow! Stop!"

The man that stood in your living room with his hands raised was not what you had expected. He wore a suit for one, not something burglars usually wore to commit a crime but the black glasses that sat on his nose were even stranger. With the thick rain clouds it was almost dark enough that you wanted to turn on the lights, but here was this guy literally wearing sunglasses. You grabbed the bat tighter. Even if he did not look like a threat that did not mean he was harmless.

"I don’t know how you got in here but is my apartment and I want you out. Now."

To your confusion, he asked you if this was the apartment under your address and you said "Yes."

Why did he ask that? Was this some sort of distraction maneuver while some buddy of his arrived?

"Then this is my apartment."

You scoffed.

"Buddy, I’m paying the rent so this is my place."

His brows furrowed behind the glasses. 

"So, if you don’t mind. The door is there."

You pointed with the bat and took a step forward, only then you saw it. 

"What the fuck did you do to my table?"

One of the legs was broken out from under it and splinters surrounded it. Not even talking about the shattered mug next to it. 

"I … I was walking and it was suddenly in my way," his voice was alarmed now. 

"What do you mean "it was suddenly in your way"? That table had been there for 2 years." 

"And how did you not see it?" you added in exasperation. "It’s red!"

Everyone told you that table was ugly but you loved it with fiery passion and now it was in pieces.

Your eyes threw daggers at the man. The corners of his mouth twitched and he took off the glasses. 

"I’m blind."

The man’s light brown eyes looked right through you and you waved your hand experimentally but there was no reaction, his pupils stay unfocused. 

"I can hear you waving," he said and brought his hand to his hips. "What do you mean the table has been there for 2 years? I have lived here for 3 years."

I wonder…

"Who are you? What’s your name?"

"Matthew Murdock."

That name echoed around in your head until it hit something, a memory.

"You got some id?"

He was not pleased but produced a wallet from inside his suit jacket and pulled out his id. It was him alright. The Id was set to expire in 2020. If your suspicion was true, this was totally possible.

"Wait here."

You rushed to the closet in the bedroom and pulled out a box from the top shelf that you never used. When you had moved in the landlord had told you you should clean out the rest of the stuff that was in the apartment, which was mainly stray letters that had arrived over the years. Whatever else had been in here, had been cleaned out by relatives or stolen. You had put the letters in a box, vowing to throw them out at some point, and had forgotten about them as soon as they had left your sight. The box had gathered dust on the closet and you coughed when you opened it.

"Oh boy."

There it was, Black on white: Matthew Michael Murdock, your address.

"What is it?"

Matthew stood at the door and listened. You plastered an apologetic smile on your face out of habit, even though he could not see it.

"Do you want a coffee? Or some tequila? Either way, I think you better sit down for this."

You flirted with the idea of a midday drinking but opted for a coffee instead. It did not mean you could not switch to something harder later.

"Okay, I don’t how to say this so I’ll just say it."

Matthew sat opposite you in the fluffy armchair and listened.

"It’s 2023," - his eyebrows crept up - "about 5 years ago half of every living thing on the earth just disappeared. And you were one of them."

"You’re kidding me."

"I wish I was. I’ve been living in this apartment for 4 years."

Matthew sank into the armchair as if the weight of the knowledge was pressing him into the soft cushions. You sipped your coffee while he sat across from you letting the fact, that he had been dead for 5 years sink in. The skin around his left eye was green, like a faded bruise. Who the fuck would beat a blind man? He blinked slowly and finally said: "Can I get that tequila now?"

#daredevil x reader #daredevil #marvel #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #marvel x reader

[obihiro-division]

"Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary." -Gerard Way

Introduction

Daiki Kamiyama may appear as an ordinary high school graduate working as a waiter, but at night he crusades by his more commonly known name, Paladin. As the second member of the Veiled Vanguard, he proudly represents the small city of Obihiro whilst trying to avoid the inevitable association he has with his family.

Born into a large family with a massive influence, Daiki is the seventh child to the Kamiyama family and is treated as the baby brother. Despite this pampered and sheltered life, Daiki craved to leave his pompous family behind and make a name for himself without the help of his family’s money or power. So, as soon as Daiki had graduated from his private school he snuck away from his family’s estate and made a journey to Obihiro city as a way to start anew and achieve his longtime dream of being a superhero.

Although these dreams are still far off, Daiki manages to keep a tiny apartment with the money he makes as a waiter. And as soon as he is off from work or out at night, Daiki dons his handmade costume and does his best to do what he can to help everyone he comes across. Unfortunately he is constantly harassed by his personal butler Jack, who insists on following him around everywhere.

Appearance

Although Daiki's hair is naturally black, he has gotten his hair dyed a light blue color. He keeps his hair on the longer side, often tying it in a little ponytail in the back. His eyes are an off gray color, with a mole under each eye.

While his outfits change drastically from moment to moment, he is almost always seen with a black and white baseball cap. His normal civilian outfit is that of a waiter's uniform, with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, some black pants, and a black and gold apron, with the team's symbol imprinted on the bottom left hand corner. Daiki's sneakers are colored black, white, blue, and yellow. For accessories he has black sweatbands on each wrist and an additional two golden bracelets on his left arm. He has golden rings on each earlobe, and a silver tongue piercing.

Hypnosis Microphone

Daiki’s microphone looks a lot like a toy cell phone, but upon closer examination it appears as a sentai hero’s special gadget colored red, blue, yellow with black and gold accents. His speaker takes the form of a giant boombox, with his MC name messily spray painted across the top. An LED screen below the name scrolls with the title to his songs.

Daiki’s rap ability is called “Buffer”, a defensive ability that will block any attack for a certain period of time. Once the ability wears off however, the damage that was absorbed will immediately affect Daiki, usually incapacitating him instantly.

For such an immature young man, Daiki has a strangely calm and soothing voice that tends to sing and harmonize more often than rap and rhyme. This is due to his backing music seeming to fit more towards R&B and soul music. Still, even with his soft voice his lyrics often feel pretty childish with tons of references to pop culture, darkness versus light, and other good against evil allusions.

Entomology

Daiki - Meaning "big" and "shining". Put together, it means "great radiance".

Kamiyama - Literally translates to god mountain.

Trivia

Daiki is left handed, but his family has forced him to do most tasks like eating and writing with his right hand.

Daiki loves anything involving superheroes and as a result absolutely loathes anyone who may have committed the smallest of crimes. His scale goes from murder (the highest sin) to lying being the lowest crime, although you can rectify such lower-tier "crimes" if you take back your actions or ask for forgiveness.

He loves anything packed with sugar but hates broccoli.

Being so young and naïve, Daiki often runs into people who have more knowledge in "justice" whether they be law enforcement, martial artists, or even just a kindly neighbor. These people he will often dub as his teach/teacher/sensei or master/shishou; the last title being the highest title Daiki gives out.

Ironically, he dubs Shuu Edogawa as "Master Shuu" after repeatedly running into the detective.

Daiki being half British is fluent in English on top of his fluency in Japanese. He also can speak basic German, French, Spanish, and a little bit of Chinese in total.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #obihiro division #veiled vanguard #daiki kamiyama #nugsters art

[manjirot]

BIG TIME BONTEN

Summary: your daily life as the maid and girlfriend of the most dangerous crime organization in Japan.

Bonten x fem!reader

Cw: sexual jokes, sexual flirting, polygamy relationships, sexual content, pet names, the trio shenanigans + Bonten,

MDNI!! Though this will be sorta wholesome but sexual things will still be brought up so MINORS PLS DNI!!!!

WELCOME TO TOKYO

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“WHAT IS HAPPENING!?” You screamed, running around in Kokonoi’s office area holding strains of your hair. “What do you mean you own me?” You asked. “I thought I was gonna be the maid!”

Kokonoi sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Sit down. Now, what you just signed is a contract and in this contract it is said that you belong to us! You’re still the maid because we’re in need of one but what I’m saying is other than your original cleaning duties, we’re allowed to have fun with you.”

“Wha- fun with me? What are you even talking about?” You frowned, you’re hoping he’s not about to say what you’re thinking.

“Princess, what he’s trying to say is that we can play with your tits whenever we want to,” Mikey said as he pulled you closer and squeeze one tit.

Sanzu moaned, “no fair! I wanna squeeze her tits too!! Sugarplum can I squeeze a tit, huh huh!?” Two seconds in the house and these guys already given you nicknames…

“Shut up, your voice is giving me a headache! Anyways you’ve already signed so you really don’t have a say in the matter.” Kokonoi said. “Let’s go, I’ll introduce you to everyone and show you your room.”

“So I really don’t have a say in this at all?” You asked, knowing it’s futile.

“No!” The three men said in unison.

You followed Kokonoi into the living area where the rest of the men were along with Mikey and Sanzu. “Everyone, this is Y/n. Our new maid and also our girlfriend.” You jerked your head and looked at Kokonoi then at Mikey and Sanzu.

“Girlfriend you say?” The oldest Haitani brother spoke.. he got off the couch and walked up to you, “what’s your name babygirl?”

“Y/n L/n.”

He grabbed your chin with his finger, “what a lovely name..”

“And you’re pretty cute too! And you can clean and cook, damn what more can you ask for!” Rindou appeared beside Ran, “this is my baby brother, isn’t he adorable?”

“More like stupid,” Kokonoi said underneath his breath. “Hey! I heard that,” Rindou shouted.

Suddenly a tall man with a scar on his face stands in front of you looking intimidating until he takes your hand and kisses it softly, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. My name is Kakucho but you can refer me as Kaku.”

You’re taken aback with his approach and how gentle he is, “likewise Kaku.” You say softly as your face turn slightly red.

“You motherfuc- you get no brownie points Kakussy, if that’s what you’re thinking!!” Sanzu shouted, “Being romantic gets you no pus- OUCH!!”

“Why are you being so damn loud Sanzu? Jeez, you’re gonna wake up the dead.” a man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he spoke, he walked in and sat down on the bar. Following behind him is a buff built man with sharp eyebrows and a very intimidating glare.

“This her?” The man with the eyebrows asked. Kokonoi nodded. The man then looked at you, “Names Mochi. This here is Takeomi. fortunately we both are in committed relationships so we’re not participating in this but we will drop by from time to time to visit ya.”

“What you do mean by fortunately Mochi? You think you and Omi are better than us!?” Rindou asked, narrowing his eyes at the two men. “I never said that,” Mochi said.

“You totally did.” Sanzu said, “you literally said you two are better because you don’t have to go online to find a girl or a maid!!”

“You know what, I’m outta here!” Takeomi shouted. He rushed out passed you and slammed the mansion door behind him. “Tch, I fucking hate him.” You heard Sanzu muttered.

Mochi scratched his head at the awkward silence, “I should um, I should get going.. my girl is expecting me home. See you guys tomorrow.” He quickly left.

Another awkward silence took place until Ran spoke, “so sleeping with babygirl?”

“ME! I’m sleeping with her! ME! ME! ME!” Sanzu yelled, “I’m sleeping with her and that’s-

“Shut up, I’m sleeping with her.” Mikey finally spoke.

“Okay…” Sanzu immediately calmed down and pouted. He was crying on the inside. Ran and Rindou laughed at how quick he was shut down.

“Koko, I still have some work to do but show Princess her room.” Mikey says. He cups your cheeks into his hands, “make yourself at home, alright? I’ll be in bed as soon as I’m done.” He then kisses you, you felt his hot tongue all in your mouth but all you could think of if he thought of you as a bad kisser.

He released you and a trail of saliva follows, “I gotta teach you how to kiss princess.”

The mansion is huge like fucking huge, it probably has twenty rooms or more in it, “Kokonoi?”

“Hm?”

“Is this mansion for me?” You asked as you followed him to your room. Kokonoi chuckled, “don’t be silly, it’s not just for you! It’s for all of us. The six of us will all be living here with you.”

“Are you serious!?” You yelled, “as a heart attack” Kokonoi said. Your head is spinning at this spot. “You didn’t catch on when Mikey said he’s gonna sleep with you?”

“But why me? I’m just a ordinary girl… I’m not really pretty or anything special. So why me??” You asked.

“You peeked Mikey interest… and we’re here.” Kokonoi the opened the door and you were amazed with what you were seeing. The room is huge, the bed is definitely king size. The bathroom looks like a whole room itself and you have a walk-in closet, a freaking walk-in closet!!

While you were freaking out over how beautiful your room is, Kokonoi just leaned in the doorway, smiling. “Everything to your liking?” You turn around happily, “of course this is perfect, everything is perfect!!” Seeing you get happy like this is adorable, he wants to keep that smile on your face at all times.

Just as Kokonoi was about to leave you shout his name, “Kokonoi!!” He peeped his head back into your room, “what’s up?” He asked.

“Thank you,” you say softly. He felt his cheeks burning, damnit why are you so cute. “You don’t have to thank me.” Kokonoi said trying to play it off, “thank the bossman and you can call me Koko, alright?”

You smiled at him, “alright Koko.”

“Also,” Kokonoi cleared his throat, “you should know that you’re working for slash dating the most dangerous men in Japan.”

“Eh?” You give him a confused look. “What are you talking about? You told me you guys were k-pop stars.”

Kokonoi chuckled covering his mouth, “Oh, no. We’re far from that.. we’re actually a-.”

Suddenly you screamed bloody murder from upstairs. “I’m guessing Koko told her the truth, aye?” Ran asked as he sipped on his beverage. “He definitely told her.” Both Rin and Sanzu said in unison as they played cards together and Kakucho sat there with a expressionless look on his face, thinking why would they even lie to you in the first place.

“Oh, yeah. This is gonna be fun.” Ran chuckled.

this is gonna be a on-going series!!! just think of this as episode one LMAOO! lmk what you think of it :)) MWAUHH <33

#tokyo revengers #tokrev fic #tokrev smut #ran haitani #bonten mikey #bonten ran #one shot #bonten kakucho #bonten timeline #ran and rindou #bonten #tokyo revengers kokonoi #anime #kokonoi smut #tokrev masterlist #tokrev fluff #tokrev mikey #tokyo rev x y/n #bonten x y/n

[coochiequeens]

Another day another perverted man trying to hide from being identified as an abuser by hiding behind a pronoun

By Genevieve Gluck. December 9, 2023

A trans-identified male and his partner have been sentenced to a combined total of 16 years and 9 months in prison for their roles in the horrific sexual abuse of a 4 year-old boy. Naomi O’Brien, born Nathan, reportedly encouraged his lover, Jonathan Walker, to sexually abuse the toddler.

content warning - sexual abuse of young children

Walker and O’Brien were arrested earlier this year after a complex, joint investigation undertaken by the Greater Manchester Police and the South Wales Police. The UK authorities had first become aware of the situation after being tipped off by the FBI, who had discovered that Walker was sharing disturbing images of child rape through messaging application Kik.

With O’Brien’s explicit direction, Walker sexually assaulted the young boy and filmed himself performing sex acts in front of the boy. He recorded the sickening abuse and shared the videos with pedophiles online. In addition to raping the toddler, Walker had also been downloading horrific videos of children and babies being abused and raped.

Investigators analyzed chat logs containing messages exchanged between Walker and O’Brien that indicated their sexual interest in children. O’Brien was discovered to have encouraged and aided Walker in sexually abusing the young victim on several occasions in March 2023.

Walker, 33, was found guilty of sexually abusing the 4-year-old boy, along with engaging in sexual activity in the presence of a child and possession of indecent images. He was sentenced to 12-and-a-half years in prison, while O’Brien, 31, pleaded guilty to multiple counts including intentionally encouraging and assisting another to commit a sexual assault against a child, intentionally encouraging and assisting another to engage in sexual activity in the presence of a child, and engaging in sexual activity in the presence of a child.

For his crimes, O’Brien was sentenced at Manchester’s Minshull Street Crown Court to 4 years and 3 months in prison, with a 4 years and 4 months Sexual Harm Prevention Order and Sex Offender Notification Requirements for life.

Disturbingly, O’Brien was referred to as a “woman” and “female” by police.

“Following a tenacious and lengthy investigation of 1,865 messages, our dedicated team was able to prove that the female suspects’ chats were not simply a case of role play or fantasy – she had knowledge that the male had an interest in sexually abusing a young boy on the direction of her,” said Detective Inspector Zoe Marsden, of the Greater Manchester Police’s Online Child Abuse Investigation Team, while referring to O’Brien as a “female” and using feminine pronouns for him.

“This is a significant result for what is a very vulnerable and innocent 4-year-old child who was subjected to multiple counts of abuse, but also for all other children in the community who could have been subject to similar offending by a predatory female who was inciting others to commit acts of sexual harm against the most vulnerable in society,” Marsden added.

O’Brien frequently posted highly sexualized images of himself on his public social media profiles, where he uses the name Morgan Naomi Clarke, and appeared to work in the sex trade.

Following the announcement of his sentencing, multiple news outlets reporting on the case took lead from the police and referred to O’Brien as a “woman” or as “female.” The BBC labeled O’Brien a “predatory woman,” as has The Oldham Times. The UK Sex Offenders Database has also listed O’Brien as a woman, having used the information that was provided by the Greater Manchester Police to the public.

On Facebook and Instagram, O’Brien had regularly shared photos of himself in women’s lingerie. In some instances, O’Brien can be seen pretending to be a young girl as part of a pornographic schoolgirl aesthetic. One such photo from March 2020 depicts O’Brien in a girl’s school uniform, tagged with the term “ddlgprincess,” a reference to the incestuous fetish subculture known as “Daddy Dom-Little Girl.”

The convicted sex offender also ran an OnlyFans account and sold sex through the website AdultWork under the moniker TS Taboo Goddess. O’Brien shared pornographic content of himself on OnlyFans while using hashtags related to the “age play community,” used to connote adults who have a sexual interest in pretending to be children.

“I am a pro-domme, have been since young and ‘innocent,'” reads O’Brien’s Adult Work bio. “No limits, Daddy. The more debauched, the better.”

On his X account, O’Brien shared a brief video of himself watching pornography that appears to depict minors with another man. The pornography is digitally rendered, and the ages of the characters depicted are unclear. Yet O’Brien tagged the clip with terms such as “teen,” “barely legal” and “no limits.”

In 2015 O’Brien was positively profiled by The Sun for his attempts to win a national beauty pageant, Miss Transgender UK. During the interview, O’Brien stated that he began identifying as transgender at the age of 21.

“It wasn’t until my late teens that I had the opportunity to dress as a girl as often as possible. When I did this I felt more confident and happy, I felt like the person I always wanted to be. It wasn’t until I was 21 that I realized I could live fulfilled this way and gained the bravery to change my body and my life,” O’Brien told the outlet.

O’Brien was similarly spotlighted by Caters TV for his bid to win the beauty pageant in a video produced by the program. In the clip, O’Brien cautioned viewers against discrimination.

Special thank you to Dalton Report for his contribution in bringing this case to light.

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