#but buckle up cowboy we have six ages left to go...

[earl-grey-love]

I wanna infodump abt Rnscp lore to my fos...

#so he was once a mere mortal man from the settling tribes of the first era but he was an unstoppable force #who defeated all who crossed his path until he discovered the obsidian creatures... #after battling their endless forces for days they accepted him as one of their own.... #...he refused to bow to the elder goddess who resides over them and avoids being enslaved... #...fought the literal god of war who realized he could not vanquish him and so tricked him into being imprisoned... #until the player character releases him in the sixth age... #and then so also in the first age there was first necromancer who drags the player to the underworld... #and mephi is like 😰 sunny why r u telling me this #but buckle up cowboy we have six ages left to go... #sunny speaks

[multifandomfanfiction]

Kingsman: The Bear and the Fairy Chapter 9

TITLE: Kingsman: The Bear and the Fairy Chapter 9 PAIRING: Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels/OC RATING: M CHAPTER: 9/? SUMMARY: When the Kingsman and the Statesman join  together to stop Poppy Adams, the last thing Elizabeth expected was to  fall in love with a tall, dark, and handsome cowboy named after a brand of whiskey.

They were airlifted back to Statesman HQ.

Jack was rushed to the infirmary.

“He’ll be okay, Bethy,” Eggsy reassured her.

“I know. I love him, Eggsy.”

“I know you do, love. I know you do.” Eggsy had seen Elizabeth flirt with people in the past.

They were always older and always Kingsman agents. It seemed she had a type.

“Ginger will fix him up good as new. You’ll see. Then you two can get to work making British-American babies with weird accents.”

Elizabeth gasped and smacked him on the chest, her cheeks burning up. “Eggsy!”

“Hey, at least it got you to smile.”

“You always know how to cheer me up, Eggsy.”

Eggsy hugged her. “It’s my job, luv.”

Elizabeth walked into the infirmary.

Ginger and Merlin turned to her.

“Oh, Elizabeth!” Ginger said, “I was wondering when we’d see you.”

Elizabeth had opted to change when they reached Statesman HQ. She walked up to Jack and took his large hand in her much tinier one. “How is he?”

“He looks great.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

Merlin put his hand on her shoulder. “He’ll pull through, Elizabeth.”

“Thank you, Merlin, Ginger.”

Merlin left the infirmary and she could vaguely hear Merlin, Eggsy, and Harry talking.

Eggsy suddenly burst into the infirmary. “We’ve got to go. Are you coming with us?”

“I…I’m sorry Eggsy. I can’t. I want to be here when he wakes up.”

“But…I need you Beth.”

Elizabeth put her hand on Eggsy’s cheek. “I think we both know I haven’t that much help. If I’m not worried about Jack, I’m worried about you or Harry. This job was a lot easier when I wasn’t so attached.”

“I respect your decision.”

Elizabeth kissed Eggsy on the cheek and said, “Be safe, please.”

Eggsy leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth’s forehead. He left the infirmary and Elizabeth wiped away a tear that had slipped from her eye.

“It’s very commendable,” Ginger said.

“I’ve broken all the rules at this point. What do I have left to lose?”

Ginger cocked her head at Elizabeth.

“I don’t know how you guys do it here, but Kingsman agents aren’t allowed to have relationships for this very reason. Gets in the way of the mission. I guess that’s why I’ve always allowed myself to fantasize about other Kingsman agents, but until Jack… Jack makes me feel like I’m the only woman on this earth. Like he’d jump off a cliff if I asked him to. I’ve always wanted to be loved like this and I don’t care that Jack is twice my age or that he’s old enough to be my father. I love him.”

“You’re wise beyond your years.”

Elizabeth laughed softly. “Harry said the exact same thing when he met me.”

The machines around them started beeping.

“He’s coming out of it,” Ginger said, “Remember, when he wakes up he may not know who you are so you’ll need to trigger his memory somehow.”

Elizabeth nodded and stepped back from Jack.

The chamber around Jack’s head opened and the table raised up. Jack sat up, gasping. He locked eyes with Elizabeth and jumped up. “Hello, gorgeous. I��m Jack. What’s your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?”

Elizabeth’s cheeks burned and she stepped back. He was so forward!

“Where you goin’, baby? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream as loud as you need to, sugar.” Jack wrapped his arms around Elizabeth’s waist. “Aww, look at you. You’re so small. Like a little fairy. How about I call you Tinkerbelle?”

The nickname reminded Elizabeth of what she was supposed to be doing and she pulled out one of her knives, pressing the tip to Jack’s throat.

Jack threw his hands up in surrender. “Woah. Easy there, Tinkerbelle. I meant no offense.”

Elizabeth leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

Jack jerked back from her and grabbed his head.

“Jack?” Elizabeth asked.

When Jack straightened up, he grabbed Elizabeth and slammed his lips on hers.

Elizabeth eagerly returned the kiss.

He pulled away and wiped away the tears streaming down her face. “I’m alright, darlin’.”

“I was so scared! You were dead!”

“But I’m alive thanks to you.”

Elizabeth sniffled. “Thanks to Eggsy. I was in shock after it happened.” Elizabeth set her head on his chest and Jack turned to Ginger.

“Goddamn butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Well, I’m guessin’ you didn’t fix him right!”

Elizabeth could feel Jack’s body shaking in anger. She shushed him and rubbed his back to calm him.

“Where is he?” Jack asked.

“He’s on his way to Cambodia with Eggsy and Merlin. That’s where Poppy’s base is.”

“Eggsy’s gonna need backup.”

“Yes, he is.”

Jack looked down at Elizabeth. “You up for it, Tinkerbelle?”

Elizabeth blushed at the nickname, but nodded.

“Get the Silver Pony on the runway and ready to take off.” Jack grabbed Elizabeth’s hands and dragged her to his room.

Elizabeth sat down on Jack’s bed as he went into the closet to change.

He came out dressed in a dark denim jacket, a light blue shirt underneath, his black Stetson, dark wash jeans, and cowboy boots. The outfit was topped off with a large Statesman belt buckle.

Elizabeth’s eyes traveled from his feet to his head.

Jack walked towards her and came to stand in front of her. “We should get goin’ if we’re gonna catch up.”

Elizabeth stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. It was slow and passionate, drawing a groan from Jack. When she settled back down on her feet and said, “Okay, now we can go.”

“Minx.”

Elizabeth smirked. “You love it.”

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey/oc #agent whiskey imagine #agent merlin #agent ginger ale #jack daniels #jack daniels/oc #jack daniels imagine #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin imagine #harry hart #harry hart imagines #kingsman #kingsman imagine #statesman #statesman imagine #kingsman: the bear and the fairy #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine

[my-obsessions-fic]

Family

Sunrise over the snow-capped mountains was something you would never tire of no matter how many times you saw it. The land that the ranch sat on went as far as the eye could see and then some. You marveled at the beauty and history of the land that you had to privilege to live on. 

The Yellowstone Dutton Ranch was the biggest in the United States and Lee was the successor to the kingdom as it were. Your father-in-law had been grooming Lee to take over since he was born. It meant long, hard hours so you took every chance to be together that you could. Even if it was a cold morning, over a cup of coffee he wouldn’t have time to finish. 

From the corner of your eye, you caught your husband, Lee, watching you instead. “We came out to admire the scenery,” you said taking a sip of your hot tea. Who would have thought the cocky cowboy you met fifteen years ago would be your husband and father of your children.

“I’m doing just that,” he remarked. Lee bent down to give you a kiss. He caught your eyes wandering to the horses. “How much do you miss it?”

“Depends on the day,” you answered with a shrug. Barrel racing had been your forte when you were younger winning multiple buckles. The prize money alone paid a good chunk of veterinary school. It was how you met Lee. He rode the broncos. 

“Well, you’ll be back in the saddle soon.” 

Your third child had been born just over six weeks ago via C-section and you were still healing. Besides three girls all under the age of four was more than enough to keep you busy.

“How about I take you for a ride tonight?” you said suggestively.

Lee growled and pulled you close. He kissed you hard as his hand rested on your bottom.

“Hey,” came a deep voice from behind you. “You guys keep that up and we’ll run out of rooms in the house.” The gravelly voice belonged to the infamous John Dutton, your father in law. Even though his face remained serious you could see the hint of a smile pulling at his lips. He may have a hard exterior but his granddaughters broke through pretty quickly. 

“Time to roll out,” Rip called from the other side of the gate.

“Gotta go, babe,” Lee said. “I’ll see ya tonight.”

“Be safe.”

“Always am,” he called back over his shoulder. He caught up quickly with John. They mounted their horses and joined the others.

As predicted, it was late when Lee came home. You could hear both men talking downstairs in hushed tones. While you couldn’t make out what they were discussing, you knew it was serious. A few minutes later Lee made his way to the bedroom after checking on the girls.

“Why are you still up?” Lee asked before leaning over and kissing your lips. 

Marking the page in your book you set it on the nightstand. “Just finished nursing Katie. Anyway, you know I can’t sleep until you’re home safe,” you responded. 

Lee held out his arms then patted himself down. “All intact.” He sauntered to the bed crawling over to you. “I seem to remember someone wanting a ride?”

“I love you but you smell like cattle and taste like whiskey,” you commented when he got close enough to kiss you.

“Off to the shower, I go.” Lee turned walking to the large restroom. He shed his shirt then turned to you. “You could join me,” he said, nodding toward the shower.

“Mornin’,” John said as you entered the dining room. He reached his arms out for Everly who you were holding on your hip, Anne was skipping along behind you. She jumped into his lap. Katie had just gotten back to sleep after being up most of the night.

You groaned when you lowered yourself onto the padded dining chair. “Good morning.” The girls started eating off John’s plate as they did most mornings. Grabbing a plate you filled it with bacon, eggs, and toast. 

“Not the healthiest breakfast,” Beth commented with a bloody Mary in hand. Beth Dutton was your hard a nails sister-in-law and best friend. While your lives were very different from one another, you still found common ground: family.

“Yeah. That’s the breakfast of champions,” you quipped pointing a fork at her drink. 

She smirked. “Well if my brother didn’t keep you knocked up or you didn’t have a baby hanging from your boob you could join me.”

“Tell me, Beth. Whose wife are you hiding from this time?” you asked. 

“Try wives,” she quipped.

Both of you laughed. John shook his head at your banter. You had missed her so much. Other than your daughters there weren’t any other women on the ranch. Casey, the youngest of Lee siblings, his wife Monica and their son lived close but John and Casey didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. 

“When did you blow into town?” you asked. “Late last night, early this morning. It depends on your perspective,” she answered with a shrug. She took a measured sip of her bloody Mary. 

“I need to get to work,” John announced. Anne hopped from his lap and he passed Everly to you.

“You can take a day off, Daddy,” Beth suggested.

Even knowing your words would fall on deaf ears you put in your two cents. “Besides it’s Saturday. I’m sure Lee and Rip have it under control-” 

“Ladies, weekends mean nothing to horses or cattle. I have never missed a day of work on this ranch and I don’t plan to now,” John said. He kissed all of you on the head. “Jamie will be here later today. Got some issues with cattle to sort out,” he said. He gingerly put a hand to his side with a  grimace as he walked out the door.

Not many people knew about his recent surgery to remove a tumor in his colon. You, Lee and Beth, were the only ones to have been granted that knowledge. 

“Most stubborn man I have ever met in my life and your brother is the second,” you said with a sigh.

“I’m going to need something stronger than this if Jamie will be here,” Beth mumbled as she pushed herself up from the dining table. You watched as her silk robe flapped behind as she left the room.

#yellowstone #duttons #lee dutton' #lee dutton x reader #john dutton #beth dutton #family #friends #into

[queenie2297]

Pain and Fear

Eyyy two new smuts in one day? What’s going on here? Well everyone, I’m trash and I don’t really post/ write all that nasty smut as often as I want to. So, here I am trying to make up for it with two posts in one day.

This was a suggestion by @flowercrowns-and-flames during a text conversation. So here we go!

P.S: this kind of is loosely based on events shown in the McCree short “Reunion”.

Warnings: non-con rape, blood, guns/weapons, violence (kinda), angst, bondage.

Rating: NC-17 (obviously)

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Deadlock Gorge was the place you called home since you were born. Your parents? Shittiest parents ever. They were never around so you had to find ways to take care of yourself. Feeding yourself was something you had to worry about, until you made friends with a couple of kids from the Deadlock Rebels. Ashe and Jesse. They were a couple of friends who found you stealing food from the local diner when you were eight years old.

They should have punished you, but instead, took pity on you and took you home with them. They gave you the best meal you had in years and a comfortable place to sleep. Though they were both six years your senior, Ashe and Jesse quickly became your closest companions, much like a big brother and sister.

When you were thirteen years old, Blackwatch came to Deadlock Gorge and The Rebels got caught in a bloody battle. Being that you were only thirteen, you were ordered to stay on base with the other young ones while you watched Ashe and Jesse march off into the gunfire.

As each minute passed that day, you grew more and more worried that your big brother and sister would not return to you. By the time night fell, you were a panicked mess. You went to bed with the other youngsters but remained wide awake until you heard footsteps and soft murmurs coming down the bunker hallway. You sat up and squinted through the darkness. Here came the older kids! There was Bob, James, Carly, Sue, Sammy, Dean and Cassie. Where was Ashe? Jesse? You stopped Cassie, who was only two bunks down from you,

“Hey, where’s Jesse and Ashe?”

“Ashe is looking for Jesse. She can’t find him.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tore down the bunker hallway in a dead sprint.

“ASHE! ASHE!”

You ran outside and found Ashe, staring up at the sky where you could just barely see a dropship flying away.

“(Y/N) what the hell are you doing up? Go back to bed.”

“Ashe. Where’s Jesse?” You asked fearfully.

Ashe turned to look at you with a tear-stained face.

“I’m pretty sure Blackwatch got ‘em.”

Seeing your sister’s tear-stained face made your stomach drop.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go back.”

“No! We have to keep looking for him!”

“(Y/N) don’t you think I looked everywhere by now. Trust me, he’s gone with em’. He betrayed us.”

Ashe grasped your hand firmly and took you back to base.

*** FAST FORWARD SIX YEARS LATER.

It had been six years to the day since that night.

Now nineteen, you had a firsthand look at what battles and missions were like for the deadlock rebels. Ashe was your new leader, which made you ecstatic. She taught you more things than the other kids your age were supposed to know. While the other kids were only taught how to operate a rifle, you were also taught handguns and explosives. Basically, you became Ashe’s wingwoman.

You and Ashe gathered a team to rob a train on what you thought was an ordinary day. Something every special was on this train that the rebel’s wanted to have. You knew little about it but you sure didn’t question your big sister. Little did you or Ashe know, your old friend Jesse would be the one who would intercept your plans.

*****

Your plan had gone well so far. You rigged up some explosives on the tracks so the train would most definitely stop to allow you and the others to raid the cars. They had gotten what Ashe wanted right away and loaded it onto a payload. You were sitting on top of the crate, guarding it from intruders, while you were casually speaking to Ashe. Gunfire rang out, startling the both of you. You cocked your gun out of instinct as one of the gang members ran out of the fire and smoke.

“Ashe! ASHE! We got company.”

“Be ready to fire, (Y/N).”

You stood up to aim, but the figure you saw sauntering out of the smoke made you drop your gun.

“What? What is it?” Ashe snapped at you.

“Jesse?” You whispered.

“As in Jesse McCree? Honey, he’s been gone a long time, remember?”

“No! Sis, look!”

Your suspicions proved to be true. It was Jesse; a much older Jesse. He has a scruffy beard and wore a different cowboy hat. However, you recognized his signature belt, reading “BAMF”.

“Jesse!” You cried.

You could see the sides of Ashe’s mouth curl up in a smile.

“Jesse McCree. Been a while.”

“Well, If it isn’t Ashe and (Y/N). You both have grown up quite a bit since I left.”

You hopped off of the payload and ran toward Jesse.

“Where have you been? I missed you!”

You threw your arms around his neck in a hug in which he only haphazardly returned.

“Hey, kid. I left the gorge and have been kinda busy.”

“I thought you were dead or something, Jesse! Why didn’t you at least write?”

“Like I said, I’ve been kinda busy.”

Jesse knew Ashe would be pissed and you would be hurt, but now was not the time to catch up. Jesse was on a mission and was prepared to do anything to get what he came for.

“What’s your business here, McCree?”

“My business here is taking that crate.”

Ashe looked down and tapped the rate with her rifle.

“This crate? Hmm.” Ashe leaned over and opened it to see what was inside. Her eyes widened and then looked back at McCree.

“Now you have my attention. What is it?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”

“Hmm. No-can-do. It’s ours now.” Ashe smirked.

Jesse sighed.

“I hoped we wouldn’t have to do this the hard way, Ashe.”

Suddenly, Jesse’s hands wrapped around your waist and his peacekeeper grazed your temple.

“Don’t nobody move, or I’ll put a bullet in her head!” Jesse shouted.

“Jesse! What’s gotten into you?” You cried and struggled to break free. You looked to Ashe for help, but she kept her poker face.

“You’re bluffing.” She said.

“I’d do anything for that crate Ashe, even if it means taking this pretty things innocence away.” Jesse pauses to let his hand travel up to your plump breasts. “Damn. When did our little (Y/N) get so beautiful, Ashe? Let’s see, you outta be nineteen now, huh?”

“Jesse! Stop!”

You tried to pull away once more but his arm just tightened on your body.

“Now, (Y/N), I will take the gun away from your head if you stop struggling. Can you do that for me?”

“Just let me go Jesse! You’re scaring me!” You cried.

“Not until Big Sister there hands over the crate.”

“Ashe just give it to him already.”

“I still think he’s bluffing.” Ashe rolled her eyes.

Jesse huffed angrily and put the peacekeeper back in its hilt.

“Walk.” He told you.

He bent you over the payload, your face colliding with the metal, scratching your face up.

Jesse rutted his hips into your backside.

“Ya know, Ashe. I kinda regret leaving the gorge. I regret watching this beauty grow up.”

Holding your hands behind your back, Jesse tied them together with rope that he had on hand.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Not that I don’t trust you or anything, I just don’t want you hitting me.”

“Jesse! What are you…” You wailed when Jesse pulled down your tight, black leather pants and lacy white panties in one swift movement.

“Don’t you move now (Y/N).”

You were absolutely mortified being exposed like this to the other rebels. You turned your face away so you didn’t have to look at their reactions. Jesse took off his belt and slapped it across your ass with a force that no human should possess. Your ass stung and your knees buckled as tears rolled down your face.

With an annoyed huff, Jesse hoisted you back up onto the payload.

“I told ya not to move!”

Another slap from the belt.

“Still think I’m bluffin’ Ashe?” Jesse grinned up at her. She stood motionless, watching the scene in front of her.

“Fine. Maybe I need to prove myself more.”

Jesse took his lit cigar from his mouth and plunged it into your arm. While you were distracted by the scalding wound on your arm,

You managed to hear Jesse unzip his pants and you started to panic.

“Ashe, just give him the damn crate! PLEASE!” You looked up at her with tear-stained eyes. She turned away and closed her eyes.

“Oh no, Ashe. You’re gonna watch me do this. You’re all gonna watch me ruin her.”

“ASHE! PLEASE! MAKE HIM STOP!”

Your stomach sank as you felt Jesse’s hard cock tease the entrance to your virgin hole.

“Please, Jesse, if you’re gonna do this, please be gentle.”

He grabbed your ponytail and yanked your head backward.

“I don’t know gentle.” He growled in your ear.

You screamed so loudly when Jesse entered you with so much force, he tore your hymen open with the first thrust.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N). Nice and tight for me.”

Jesse did not stop relentlessly thrusting into you, despite your pained pleas.

“It burns! Oh god it burns!” You cried.

“Oh god, it burns.” Jesse mocked you. “Maybe if your dear old sis would give me the crate, this would all be over, huh?” Jesse moaned and growled.

“Fuck, (Y/N). You’re squeezing me in all the right places. Gonna..make...me…”

“Ok! Fine! You can have this damn crate!” Ashe shouted, finally breaking.

“Oh, you’re too late now. Gonna cum in this pretty girl’s pussy. Should have said something earlier.”

“NO!” You screamed.

Jesse’s hip motions staggered.

“Gonna... fill... you... up! FUCK!” His body stilled and his hot seed coated your walls.

“No.” You whimpered.

“Now, just remember this, both of you. I always get what I want and I will do whatever it takes to get it. Now give me the crate.”

Ashe kicked the crate off the payload and in exchange, he untied your hands behind your back and shoved you to the ground. Ashe was by your side in an instant. Jesse readjusted himself before picking the crate up and walking off, turning back to look down at you with a scoff, but looking into his eyes, you saw that they were pained, like he really didn’t want to do what he just did to you. Like he would take it all back if he could. You watched Jesse McCree, the man you thought of as your big brother, walk away as he never looked back.

You heard the laughing of the other rebels behind you, which turned you bright red from embarrassment. Tears did not stop flowing from your eyes as Ashe held you close.

“Don’t you dare laugh at her! Go on now, git!” The rebels scurried away.

“Jesus, (Y/N). There’s blood all down your leg. And...your arm. Damn. Can you stand?”

“I think so.” You mumbled.

“C’mon. I can get you on the payload and it will take you back to base.”

Ashe helped you stand up and up onto the payload, where you laid down, almost too weak to even sit up.

“Here. Wipe the blood off with my bandanna. Here’s my jacket to cover up with, too.” Ashe sat up next to you on the payload and pressed the button to allow it to move and the two of you took a silent ride back home when in your mind, you were crying for your big brother, who was somewhere out there, to comfort you.

[graveyardshift-writer]

Endearment and Enmity: Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Title: Endearment and Enmity Rating: T-M depending on chapter, M overall Summary: When you’re literally married to the person you despise. Warnings: Homosexual relationships,vulgar words and adult situations. Author’s Note: I don’t know why I wrote this.

Chapter 4: Blind Date

Wednesday was Jonouchi’s chosen day off - he worked weekends overtime for the compounded extra pay, since he kept a separate bank account from Kaiba still. He was keeping to himself in the loungeroom on his floor of the mansion. His angry texts to Honda had not yet received a response, so he was sulking over it. He’d already gone to the gym that morning and still his frustration hadn’t been worked off, so he was drowning his sorrow into a bowl of Kappa Ebisen(1), something he’d often indulged in as a teen but didn’t so much anymore (he maintained a healthy diet to keep up with his steadily slowing metabolism).

He was so alone. His sister Shizuka was still giving him the silent treatment over his ‘secret two-year-long relationship’ with Kaiba, Honda wouldn’t respond to his angry text messages (although starting them off with “You asshole” probably wasn’t the best conversation starter choice), Yugi and Anzu were currently in NYC for a Broadway show she was dancing in, Bakura was in Kyoto, and Otogi was too busy parenting to hang out with him, which Jonouchi knew because unlike his husband the dark-haired man was actually willing to respond to his texts.

Kaiba was most likely at work, as far as Jonouchi knew. He didn’t interact with his… spouse, very much. He hadn’t bumped into him in the mansion in three solid days so far. Usually he kept himself entertained with either electronics, are talking to the mansion servants. The main cook was pretty hot so he talked to her often. She had a penchant for short skirts too, which made Jonouchi really, really glad that Kaiba never put forth a dress code for his hired help. Not that he’d do anything with her, for one he would always respect the sanctity of marriage even if he hated who he was married to; and he also knew it would severely displease Kaiba, not because the brunet respected the sanctity of marriage, but because he didn’t want a scandal to make him look bad. For now he was content with looking but not touching.

“You look ridiculous.” He heard all of a sudden - his head snapped to the entrance to the lounge room, where Kaiba stood with his arms crossed. He hadn’t noticed the CEO enter, although it was hard to ever sense the guy coming because he had the lightest steps known to man. Jonouchi scowled - his attire consisted of a green plaid tshirt, which were tucked into blue jeans held up by a brown belt with a big metal buckle, and brown cowboy ankle length cowboy boots (under the jeans).

“Have you ever looked at yourself?” Jonouchi scoffed in return, referring to Kaiba’s overdramatic trench coat and BEWD worship dressing taste - he’d spent so long in Texas he’d adapted to the modern southern style, at least he didn’t do the ten gallon cowboy hat and shiny tassels that some of the older southern men still did. He loved his Red Eyes Black Dragon, sure, it was still his trademark card, but not enough to worship it and dress in tribute to it like a patron god.

“What do you want, Kaiba?” He asked between munches of prawn chips.

“Tonight at six, we’re going to Kozue.” Kaiba announced, because anytime he told the blonde something it was because they were going to do it, no if ands or buts about it.

“Kozue?” Jonouchi echoed, his brain scrambled for a second trying to remember the place he was talking about “…That famous restaurant in Tokyo?”

“Indeed.” The tall brunet clarified, Jonouchi gave him a long stare before speaking.

“…Dude, we’re two hundred mi- I mean, over three-hundred kilometers from Tokyo(2). It’ll take a whole day of driving to get there.” Jonouchi quickly converted from the imperial system of measurement to metric. He almost forgot that Kaiba most likely either didn’t know miles, or was at most rusty with that system.

“I’ll take us in my private jet.” Kaiba reassured in his ever present monotone. The blonde nurse groaned loudly at the thought of that embarrassing dragon themed jet that he remembered Kaiba having when they were younger. It seemed kind of cool when they were teens, but now that they were mature adults he really realized how childish it was. And people called him immature.

“Oh come on, Kaiba. Not after that business banquet we had to go to; I’d serious prefer camping out in duelist kingdom over the torture of another lame product related speech.” Jonouchi grumbled, but as usual his former rival wasn’t the type to negotiate.

“Be ready by five thirty(3).” Kaiba commanded “Put something presentable on.” His eyes narrowed a bit more at the blonde. It was no secret that Kaiba did not approved of the westernized style that he’d picked up. Jonouchi absent-mindedly nodded but said nothing, although he did make his eye-roll as visible and obvious as possible, as the CEO finally left him alone.

Jonouchi looked at the clock - it was only eleven in the afternoon; well shit he still had a lot of time to kill. He looked to his half-empty bowl of kappa ebisen’s, that talk with Kaiba really ruined his stress-eating appetite.

People of Domino, unlike his… spouse, didn’t really care about the way he was dressed, mostly because they were used to seeing American tourists and probably assumed he was one, and they actually minded their own damn business. It was a relief to not be talked down to as he walked the streets of Domino, many of those streets familiar from his late childhood and his teenaged years. He paused when he saw the all-too-familiar Kame Game Shop, one of the most common stops from his past.

Yugi definitely wasn’t there, but his grandfather most likely was, as indicated by the sign on the door which was flipped to the 'open’ side. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Jonouchi walked over and stepped into the shop, lo behold the old man indeed was standing behind the counter, talking to one of his customers.

“Gramps?” Jonouchi addressed, not realizing he was speaking English again. Nonetheless it seemed to gain both Sugoroku and the customers attention. The old man lit up at the sight of his grandsons best friend.

“Jonouchi my boy.” Grandpa Motou said with a gruff chuckle as he walked slowly over from behind the counter. He didn’t look too different from how he had eight years earlier, besides his gait and slightly cloudy eyes indicating the fragility of old age. “I wasn’t expecting the visit.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a bit… Busy.” Jonouchi said with a weak grin as he rubbed the back of his own head sheepishly. “I was walking and saw the shop and thought it was finally time to pay another visit.” Oh he had indeed visited before, Sugoroku lived in the game shop alone now, Yugi had moved out and his mother now lived in the countryside with her husband who had finally retired (4). They wanted to take the old man to live with them as was customary, but he refused, he wanted to continue to run his game shop.

“Jonouchi?” The customer inquired, the blonde nurse finally took notice of the man; he had short dark brown hair that was spiked at the edges and had a splash of violet at the middle of his hairline. He had sharp brown eyes with narrow pupils, slightly tanned skin, and stood a few inches under Jonouchi’s height, at maybe 5'8. He was also wearing a cream dress shirt with black slacks, and a dark green tie.

“…Ryuzaki?” He came to the conclusion slowly, and the other man slowly shook his head. It was surprising really, the brunet seemed to have grown out of his awkward phase and wasn’t cringy to look at anymore.

“Ah yes, he’s a frequent customer these days.” Sugoroku told the blond with a gentle smile still intact.

“You… Still duel?” Jonouchi awkwardly asked his old enemy; Ryuzaki used to be highly ranked in the region, up until Yugi and the gang entered the scene with their obsurdly skilled foes, and his popularity dwindled from there along with his running mate Haga.

Ryuzaki looked to the newly acquired card in his hands “Sort of, well, mostly to amuse my kids.”

“YOU have kids?” Okay, that was shocking too. “Well yeah - no! No, not my own.” Ryuzaki quickly and embarrassingly shook his head “My kids as in - I’m a primary school teacher. My students is what I mean.”

Jonouchi nodded at the explanation, this made slightly more sense; although it was still unexpected “Ahhh I see. You and Haga still… friends?” Were they friends or were they rivals? It was hard to tell with those two with their constant arguing.

“We’re more than friends Jonouchi… couldn’t you tell? We’ve been dating since Battle City…” Ryuzaki told him, straightening up his tie. Although the blond did not reply out loud, he couldn’t help but think of something he dare not say aloud, especially in the presence of Yugi’s sweet if old fashioned and very modest grandfather.

'Am I the only guy around here who likes pussy?’

Catching up with Ryuzaki by chatting over a quick half-hearted table duel proved to somehow lift Jonouchi’s spirit from the proverbial dumps they had been in earlier. The runt had indeed grown mature in more than looks. H e worked at the local primary school for students in Grade Three, and many of the ankle-biters loved duel monsters just as they generation of kids before them had. Although the violet-fringed man did not competitively duel anymore, he still taught and played the game during breaks with his students.

Jonouchi spoke about the antics of his coworkers and patients, and things that had happened while he had been schooling, and likewise Ryuzaki did the same but with students rather than patients; they found both groups to be trying at times. They also lamented the struggles of being male in female-dominated occupations, an issue they had a hard time discussing with their male friends, or even female friends if they were in similar situations, as it was quite the… different, experience.

It was refreshing to make a friend again, even if in the form of a former enemy. Speaking of which, it turned out Haga was working as a Entomologist for the local university; and was actually currently lecturing for a semester at Universiti Putra Malaysia, a research university in Seri Kembangan, Malaysia. He’d gotten far in life, that lanky nerd did. According to Ryuzaki, while they did live together they had no children, and did not plan for any, while Ryuzaki (surprisingly) loved children, his partner had very little patience and absolutely no desire for one, and he respected that.

Jonouchi surprised himself when he found himself to be disappointed when Ryuzaki left, mostly because he had seen so little of his friends and family, and didn’t exactly have the most engaging relationship with Kaiba. He was just so… so freaking lonely. The silver lining was that they exchanged numbers and agreed to hang out another time.

“Say, Jonouchi, what brings you to this part of town?” Grandpa Motou asked as he brought his surrogate grandchild a cup of green tea, which the blond thanked him for as he sipped it.

“I just wanted to kill some time before me and Kaiba are going to a restaurant in a bit.” Jonouchi practically muttered, drinking half of the cup in only a few sips..

“A date?” The old man inquired.

“…You can say that, I mean, usually it’s business gatherings. I don’t really make a point to ask Kaiba anymore because either way it’s lame and I don’t get a choice.” The blond complained.

Sugoroku stared at him for a hard minute, which made the nurse feel awkward because he knew that look too well, it was look he’d gotten so many times when he’d asked the old man to teach him how to play duel monsters, and subsequently trained him. “Why do you call him Kaiba?”

“-…” Jonouchi froze, no one ever questioned him calling his… spouse, Kaiba. It was just so natural of him, but he realized how strange it was to call your own significant other by their family name and never their first name, especially after supposedly dating for over two years and getting married. While he could lie about the whole facade no problem, he still had trouble making things up for small details like that. “W-Well uh, you know… it’s just, isn’t very respectful to call him by his first name with people who aren’t on a first-name basis with him too-”

“Are you lying my boy?”

“…” A hand fell on the blond’s shoulder, squeezing it softly but firmly.

“Are there… underlying circumstances to you marrying Kaiba?”

“Gramps…”

“You don’t have to tell me… but, if you’re unhappy, don’t be afraid to admit it. To me, or him. Or yourself.”

“I can’t believe you kept those ridiculous westernized clothes on.” Kaiba told him sharply, not bothering to look back from the steering mechanism of the jet as he scolded him. Honey brown eyes rolled in response, indeed Jonouchi had not bothered to change from what he was wearing earlier, mostly out of spite but partially because he just didn’t feel like changing. “Why are you insisting on trying to embarrass me?”

“…Dude you know I don’t like you right.” Jonouchi muttered; it wasn’t entirely true, he didn’t hate Kaiba or anything, he just didn’t like being bossed around by someone.

“Well you could have pretended to like me long enough for this dinner.” The blue eyed man sharply retorted, still steering his ridiculous jet that Jonouchi had the displeasure of boarding, and soon enough the displeasure of being seen coming out of it.

“Whatever, what kind of business dinner is this anyways? You trying to buy someone out or something?” Jonouchi only really had a vague idea of how business worked, mostly he knew about healthcare management when it came to the subject of business. Big-wig multibillion dollar gaming companies were a whole other topic.

“This isn’t business related, Katsuya.” Kaiba stated, irritated as if he’d just said the most obvious thing to the biggest idiot ever, which was probably how the brunet saw it.

Jonouchi exasperatingly placed his hands into his lap “Then why the hell are we going to some fancy restaurant in Tokyo?” Not that he minded dining on some of the fanciest food in Japan, but being demanded to do anything left a sour taste in his mouth nonetheless, and anytime Kaiba invited him for a meal, something terrible happened. Okay, so it only happened once, but that one terrible thing of ending up hitched was bad enough for him to always be on edge about it.

“Because we’re a married couple, you do realize we have obligations other than business and living arrangements right? Does your undersized brain understand how this process works or has the exposure to the anesthesia caused it to shrink even further.” Well there’s the jerk-Kaiba that Jonouchi knew all too well, but the statement did make the gears in his head slowly turn.

“We're… going on a date?” He had difficulty even suggesting such a thing, oh god he was pretty sure the word date made him throw up a little in his mouth. “That is something that married couples do, Katsuya.” Kaiba stated bluntly, not realizing the effect it had on the other man.

A date? A date with Kaiab of all people? Somehow that was worse than just being married to him, because being his hostage bride so far only required that he live with him and give up his original family name, not actually have to spend time with him for anymore than a few hours a week. Tonight’s sobbing into his pillow wasn’t going to be dry.

TO BE CONTINUED…

(1)Kappa Ebisen (かっぱえびせん) prawn chips by Calbee (2) I imagine that since Domino city has docks, it’d be a coastline city, so I’d say close to the Japanese city of Tsu, which is roughly 198 miles from Tokyo, roughly about 321 kilometers. (3) I don’t know how fast the blue eyes white dragon jet it, but for the hell of it let’s say it’s mach one speed, which travels about 750 miles / 1207 kilometers an hour, they could very well get to Tokyo before six. (4) Yugi’s mother, although never seen in the 4kids dub, lives with Yugi and his grandpa in the game shop. Her husband, Sugoroku’s son, is supposedly always away on business. Authors note: Jonouchi’s negative feelings towards Kaiba are for the most exaggerated for comical purposes, he does in fact not hate Kaaba, but he doesn’t really like him that much either. This discontent could be seen as both of their fault, as Kaiba is work-oriented and Jonouchi won’t even try to get close to him. So Ryuzaki/Rex Raptor makes an appearance, unexpected I know. And apparently him and Haga have been dating this whole time. Will he show up again, and what was the significance of him showing up again? Will anyone else show up or make unexpected appearance? Will Jonouchi ever stop dramatically sobbing into his pillow? Will he and Kaiba ever get along? Is Jonouchi really the only guy in this story who likes vagina?

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[HM] Slop Stories: Authority

Summer had been a hot one so far. With seven weeks still left in the season, the guys found themselves packed in an old van, heading down to Mexico for the weekend. Only five of the eleven had committed to going down with a group of others to assist with the construction of a new dorm room for a bunch of orphans. Apparently the orphans couldn't do it themselves. The other six either had no interest or were playing summer sports for their school, because school was so important to them. The van could only accommodate seven people including Ron, the plump driver whose stomach always seemed to wriggle beneath the surface when you looked at it. The scenario was perfect for the guys – the five of them could crowd in the back with an unknown seated in the front carrying the sole responsibility to make conversation with Ron for the entire two hour journey.

"I think we're set to go," Greg began, while cautiously eyeing a part of Ron's stomach that had become visible from his shirt sliding up as he got in the car. It was moving. He continued, "Everyone have their stuff packed? Passports accessible? Sunglasses on hand?" The car replied with a variety of affirmatives, including "Yee," "Yes'm," and "Yerp." Greg began to slide the back door shut.

"Aht, aht, aht," Josh shouted as he jogged over to the closing door in his straw cowboy hat, catching the door with his hand just before it closed.

"What is it now, Josh?" Jay stated, more than asked, as the rest of the car sighed in annoyance. They all hated Josh, as did everyone else.

"Looks like you fellas have some more room in that van. I think you can take one more i—"

"Absolutely not," Jay snapped as he cut Josh off. "Every seat belt is taken, which means that no one else can sit back here, as you know full well."

"Nah, we're short on seating out here, so someone else needs to go with you," Josh's face held so much smug it was dripping off of him.

Instead of standing his ground, Ron caved immediately. "Hurry up, Josh. Just grab someone small so we can get on the road." Josh grinned as he strutted away to find a small boy. The hatred the boys felt for Josh in that moment was monumental. Though they were a few years younger, they had all grown up with Josh, and he had always been annoying, but this was Josh's first year of being considered a leader of the group. The guys didn't recognize a single ounce of authority in Josh's demeanor, personality, or physical appearance. Neither did anyone else over the age of fifteen, but somehow he managed to convince a middle-aged dad to break the law and double-buckle a small boy into a foreign country. The guys decided that they'd make him pay.

Apart from a few of Josh's failed (but still annoying) attempts to flex his leadership muscles, the guys were enjoying the trip. As evening drew close, they made their way up a hill to relax a little before getting roped into a group gathering around a fire pit where everyone was expected to share how rewarding the trip had been for them. Right when they found a place to sit, Josh appeared and nodded his cowboy hat-covered head in the direction of the fire pit. Immediately, all five of them recalled how Ron had rolled over for Josh before the trip had even started. The guys didn't budge. They had earned some relaxation and weren't about to let a low-life like Josh take that away from them. They sensed that this was their opportunity to make a fool out of Josh unlike anything the world has ever seen.

"C'mon, time to head down to the pit," Josh stated matter-of-factly, suggesting that they didn't have a choice.

"Nah, we'll come down when we actually need to, thanks though," Simon replied sarcastically without even looking at Josh. The guys laughed.

Josh forced a weak tough guy smile, trying to hide the fact that his ego had just been bruised. He tried to get tougher, "If I tell you to do something, you do it. Now let's go." The guys laughed even harder.

Just then, plump Ron appeared literally out of nowhere. The guys noticed that his stomach was bigger than ever and resembled a warty squash, except the warts were moving back and forth across his entire front side. As his best attempt to validate Josh's authority as a leader, Ron began walking closer and said, "Boys, let me introduce you to my friend, Josh. Now, he's a leader here, which means that you need t – aaaagghhhh!!"

Ron's touching speech was cut short by his loss of balance. Unbeknownst to him (as it was now getting hard to see with the sun setting), each step that brought him closer to the guys also brought him closer to the downward slope of the hill, which was completely covered in briar patches containing sharp thorns that were nearing five inches long. Ron began falling. Managing to keep his own balance, and with a gaping mouth, Josh reacted by extending his hand for Ron to grab hold of, but he was unsuccessful. Ron hit the ground hard and was immediately pierced with a three-incher right in the stomach. His scream echoed off the hillside.

The site was gruesome. That small pierce instantaneously turned into a full-blown tear from side to side, as if a teddy bear had just been ripped apart at the seams. Hundreds of thousands of maggots and grubs of varying colors and sizes blew out of his body like a firehose left to run wild. Ron continued screaming. Josh's mouth was still gaping from when he was attempting to assist Ron before the fall, and maggots flooded his insides. Maggots began hitting Josh's face with such force that, if they didn't land in his mouth and get forced down his throat, exploded on impact. The boys took cover, ensuring that they'd be safe from the mags, but still had the perfect view of what was unfolding. Ron began to shrivel as his body vomited the last of what was inside him. The boys noticed that Ron didn't have any internal organs, it was only worms. They looked over at Josh, unconscious in the dirt, who was now covered with a mix of exploded maggots and his own blood. His mouth had been stuffed so full that the sides of his mouth had been torn and his jaw dislocated.

The chaos stopped as quick as turning a light bulb off. Disregarding the bodies, the guys decided to head down to the fire pit where the gathering was just beginning. For the first time, they were ecstatic to share what had been the most rewarding part of the trip for them.

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