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beloved-nyx · 6 months

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ SYNOPSIS - What more could a king want than you?

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ PAIRING - Yandere!Emperor x GN!Reader

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ FORMAT - Oneshot

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ CW - YANDERE CONTENT, Alexi is fucking depraved, the wine is really sus, mentions of blood, illegal use of blood (?), implied noncon if you squint, implications of SA on reader (not graphic, just mentions), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ AUTHORS NOTE - bleh this is my first time writing Yandere sooooo but um hehe I hope this is good and um scary I guess I hope u get scaroused when reading this

You had never liked wine in the first place.

It tasted sour, left a bitter taste in your mouth that made you want to puke. Maybe It was because you only had enough money to buy the cheap bottles, the ones that nobles would probably scoff at. It’s not like you could afford the luxuries they had anyway, or the time which they wasted by throwing extravagant banquets.

But you started hating wine more when you stayed at the palace, the place you worked at. The Crown Prince was frivolous, throwing parties and balls every night, and the smell of debauchery was always present. You had no choice but serve the half-drunken nobles all night, wincing and scowling and sometimes even slapping wandering and unwelcome hands that came near you.

You hardly ever got sleep when you stayed at the palace, not when you had to partake in such parties, and definitely not when you could feel prying eyes following your every movement at the palace you begrudgingly called “home” even if it was nothing like that.

You don’t know how you caught the Crown Prince's attention. You had made sure to look down, made sure not to break the rules, and absolutely made sure not to stand out.

You knew what happened when poor servants had the affection of nobles.

Poor servants would get beheaded by jealous fiancés, maids would carry bastard children they never wanted, and the nobles would whisper and gossip and cause hell towards those weaker than them.

“You look lost in thought, beloved.”

A soft, silky voice that makes you want to claw your ears off startles you from your thoughts, and you look towards your left.

A man is seated at the front of a long banquet table, dressed in the finest clothes one could imagine. His long, black hair is messily done, and his dead, dark eyes stare into the cup he’s holding in his pale, lithe fingers. His lips, dabbed in red powder, are curled up in a smile as his eyes leave from his cup.

“Am I boring you?” He sets his cup down, and you peer at the contents. Dark, crimson wine enters your sight and you quickly look away, instead looking down at the red, lush carpets.

“Of course not, Your Imperial Majesty,” You hastily answer, your voice loud in the cold, empty room. The only light that seemed to illuminate the dark was the flimsy glow of the candles, a pathetic attempt at making this situation “romantic.”

Ever since the Crown Prince, Alexander, became Emperor, your life had become a living hell in the making. He makes a contemplative “hmm,” before tapping his finger on the table.

“Please, there's no need for such formalities.” He grins, and in that moment you want nothing better than to slap that grin off his face. “After all, we will be married soon. It’s quite uncomfortable having to hear my soon-to-be call me by such a…boring title.”

“And please, is the floor more interesting to look at than me?” You feel his cold hands lift your chin up, his eyes crinkling as he smiles again. “I missed looking at your face. Ever since I became Emperor, I hardly had the time to visit your chambers.” His fingers inch towards your cheek, before cupping your cheek.

You try to refrain from scowling.

“Alexander-”

“Alexi.” He corrects you, and you bite your tongue.

You open your mouth before he shushes you, his eyes trained on your lips, before pulling away, instead opting to hold a knife instead as he expects the sharp blade. You gulp, and he smiles at your nervousness.

“I…I think I lost my appetite, Alexi.” You try to refrain from stammering. You weren’t scared-you weren’t, you weren’t, you weren’t-

“But you haven’t even touched your food.”

His black eyes regard you coldly, and you think dully that he must be having another moodswing. That happened often, at the strangest times too. But it also happened more when he was jealous, when he was sickeningly insecure of himself that he latched onto you to try and stave off those feelings of his.

“C’mon, beloved. Why don’t you atleast have a sip of your wine?” He tilts his head, pushing a gold chalice in your hands. Your palms are clammy, and you think you're visibly sweating. You grab the chalice in your hands shakily, and he rewards you with a kiss on the cheek, even if it makes you feel disgusting and dirty inside.

“My attendants told me you’ve been talking to some of those absolutely wretched servant friends of yours.” Alexi places down his knife, instead opting to take a drink of his wine as he hums thoughtfully and your blood runs cold.

“You know that I’m easily jealous, my beloved.” The words roll off his tongue like poison, but he doesn’t look at you, instead swirling his cup around and examining the contents inside.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just lonely-”

He clicks his tongue, silencing your apologies with a wave of his hands. “To say that I’m disappointed is an understatement, my beloved. But I forgive you.” He grins, and gazes at your cup with a slight curl to his lip. “So just drink and be merry, my dear.”

Alexi looks at you intently as you gaze into the contents of your cup, the liquid reflecting your face as you gaze into it with a frown. Alexi places his head on his palm, watching you with some sort of sick glee that makes your stomach drop and makes your head spin.

You take a sip and almost throw up.

It's thick and visceral, and the taste of iron floods your mouth and clogs your senses. You throw the cup away from you, the wine–no, the blood, seeping onto the red carpets. It doesn’t make much of a difference though, and you collapse on the ground as you try to cough up the blood that you had just drank. Alexi chuckles softly, and you can hear the faint sound of screeching as he gets up from his chair and makes his way over to you, kneeling down and making his pointed, iron-heeled boots stained red.

“Oh, please don’t look at me with such a face, beloved.” Alexi blushes as you scowl at him, slapping away his hand as he tries and wipes off the blood still stained on your lips. He chuckles, black eyes filled with a sick sort of delight.

“You know I get jealous easily, my beloved. I just wanted to drill it in that sweet head of yours who you really belong to.” He grins, and you want to puke.

You never even liked wine in the first place.

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onlyinyourdreams404 · 3 months

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Fantasies. . .😮‍💨 (könig x m!tongue piercing!reader.)

cw: sexual implications, oral sex (könig receiving), swearing, (i’m not a german speaker, so any german words are translated through an app on my phone, please correct me if something isn’t right😭), use of (y/n), (probably very ooc so my apologies😭), word count: 1,252. (this shit probably sucks so i GRAVELY apologize. please please criticize and critique my writing because i need it. i need to to better with my writing. and i apologize for not posting a lot. i lost all my motivation to write, so im sorry! try to enjoy this as much as possible🙏🏻)

(y/n) was walking into the cafeteria to get lunch, he got use to the feeling of having a tongue piercing, obviously hidden by his mask. he has gotten it while on leave from deployment. he grabs his food and sits down at a table with König and Horangi. (y/n) nods at them with acknowledgment, and rolls up his mask to right above his nose and starts eating. at first König doesn’t notice it, continuing to eat his food. the first person to notice it was Horangi. he looks up at (y/n) and his eyes widen slightly noticing the tongue piercing. “wooahhh, (y/n), didn’t know you got a tongue piercing! when was that?” he says pointing slightly at him, somewhat shocked. König’s eyes snap up at him, eyes widening at the small little black dot on (y/n) tongue. (y/n) looks up at the two showing them his tongue, smiling, he says, “yup, got it done while we were on leave a couple months ago.”. König whispers under his breath, barely audible, “Verdammt”. (y/n) continues to eat while answering any questions Horangi throws at him. König on the other hand, is slowly eating his food, his mind wandering to. . . other things. he will have to ask you about it later. he has to know.

(y/n) was sitting in his room late at night after lights out, reading a book about sleep. he was just about to get up to clean his piercing and get ready to sleep, when he hears a quiet knock on his door. he furrows his brow slightly in confusion. he leaves his bed and opens the door to König standing there, fidgeting with his hands. “König? what’s up big guy?” he says looking up at König. “yeah, i just, i have a question.” he says looking down at (y/n), “what would it feel like, if you were to give somebody a blowjob with that tongue piercing?” he says voice shaking slightly at the end, his mind wandering to the image he has in his head. (y/n) is taken aback, eyes widening, he face turns a light shade of pink, fidgeting with his tongue jewelry as he tries to think of an answer, “oh, uhm, i’m not sure…” he then gets an idea, he looks up at König and smirks, “would you like to find out?” he says, a little too confidently. König looks at (y/n) with wide eyes as he feels his dick stir in his pants, he does really want to know… “uhm, yes” he says quietly.

(y/n) pulled König into his room and shuts and locks the door. he was gonna have some fun tonight. he goes up to König and lifts his mask slightly and kisses him softly at first, just to make sure König is ok with this. “is this ok?” he says quietly to König. König looks at him with glossy eyes after that first kiss, “yes” he says softly as he grabs (y/n)’s hips and brings their pelvis’s together, creating friction. both of the men let out quiet sighs at the contact. König lifts his mask up with one hand and tilts (y/n)’s chin up with the other hand, and crashes his lips into (y/n)’s. (y/n) is first to introduce tongue and the two wrestle each other, jewelry clinking against teeth but feeling good to König, so much so he lets out a quiet moan, as he holds (y/n)’s hips. they pull away from the kiss panting softly, looking at each other.

(y/n) leads them both to his bed and pushes König down gently to sit on his bed as he gets down on his knees. (y/n) looks up at König with needy eyes, “may i?” he asked breathlessly. König’s breath hitches in his throat as he lets out a soft sigh, watching (y/n) get on his knees, “yes..” he says softly, eyes blown and cloudy from arousal. (y/n) unbuckles König’s belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling them and his boxers down. König watches (y/n) closely as his semi-hard cock is released from the confinement of his boxers, letting out a sigh as it happens. (y/n) looks up at König, and grabs the base and sticks his tongue out to lick up from the base of his cock to the head, his tongue piercing dragging along the vein underneath and catching on the head. (y/n) keeps his eyes on König as he throws his head back in pleasure. König lets out a quiet whimper, his cock now fully hard. (y/n) feels his own cock stir in his shorts. (y/n) continues to lick and tease König with his piercing. König whines softly, looking back at (y/n) “bitte don’t tease me.”. (y/n) looks up and smiles and takes the tip into his mouth and licks the slit, collecting the pre from it.

he watches as König puts his arm over his mouth to quiet his moans. König watches (y/n) take the head of his cock into his mouth, feeling the jewelry on the slit was so good to him as he gasps and tries not to moan. “that feels amazing..(y/n)” he says breathlessly. (y/n) smiles up and starts to take more of König in his mouth. König puts his hand on (y/n)’s head throwing his head back again. he pushes (y/n)’s head down further, evoking a gag from the other male, “that’s a good boy.. Nimmt mich so gut” König says, his austrian accent thick, his confidence coming through. (y/n) looks back up at König with tears pricking his eyes. he bobs his head slightly, his hands on König’s thighs. (y/n)’s hips start to jerk slightly for any sort of friction to his cock, now that it’s painfully hard. “aw look at that, so desperate for release, Mein Schatz“ König says in a teasing way. (y/n) looks up at him with pleading eyes, taking the tip of his cock and sucking on its watching König groan softly. “Scheiße! feels good” he says panting slightly. his climax coming a little quicker than he thought. (y/n) reaches into his shorts and starts to jerk off to relive the pressure, he moans while taking König fully, evoking a louder groan from the male as he gets closer to his climax. “Schatz i’m close!” he warns, looking down at the male taking him whole. (y/n)’s hand quickens as he gets close too, whimpering slightly with König’s cock in his mouth. König pushes (y/n)’s head down further as the knot snaps in König’s abdomen, he moans out as quietly as he can as he cums into the back of (y/n)’s throat, holding the male’s head there. (y/n) swallows all he can, pulling König’s cock out with a lewd pop as he looks up at König. König grabs (y/n)’s chin and drags his thumb over the male’s lips, for any leftover cum and putting it into (y/n)’s mouth, having the male suck on his thumb to clean it off. (y/n) whines quietly, cumming in his hand, staining his boxers and shorts. “such a good Schlampe huh? cumming without my touch.” his accent thick as he looks at (y/n).

(y/n) nods looking up at König, watching at the male tucks himself back into his boxers and pants. König gets up and helps (y/n) up and he lifts up his mask and kisses the male, “let’s do this again schatz, how does that sound? but it’s your turn next time” he says winking and going to the door and unlocking the door and leaving the other male, hard and wanting more..

#konig x reader #konig x male reader #könig smut #x male reader #cod fanfic #konig x y/n

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antlerqueer · 19 days

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If you like Yellowjackets, you may like... (books)

If you like the dark sides of the whimsy of girlhood, forest exploring girls all grown up, mystery Read What Lies In The Woods by Kate Alice Marshall CWs death, discussion of suicide, violence, SA implications

If you like unlikable narrators & toxic girl friendships where both of them are victims, but theyre bad for each other, and they spent time apart but now she's back Read When We Were Friends by Holly Bourne CWs discussion of suicide, SA, self harm, drug use

If you like toxic girl friendship, this time in college, murder mystery with a dual timeline Read The Girls Are All So Nice Here by Laurie Elizabeth Flynn CWs self harm, violence, sa, drug use

If you like codependent teen girls with dark themes Read Cherish Farrah by Bethany C Morrow CWs anti-Blackness (including descriptions of violence, micro aggressions)

If you like dual timelines & homoerotic formative girlfriendships (and canon relationships), rivalry but this time it's a girl group not a soccer team Read The Unravelling of Cassidy Holmes by Elissa R Sloan CWs ED (descriptions of the feelings, habits), suicide, SA, racism, depression (descriptions of the feelings), drug use/addiction

If you like Misty Quigley, milf on milf manipulation, unreliable narrators, dual perspective narration, and, of course, some light stalking Read None of This is True by Lisa Jewell CWs mentions of csa, grooming. descriptions of violence.

#yellowjackets #book recs #if ur in book club i literally just copy/pasted my list from there bc i havent read more books since #im simply illiterate now /s

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 6~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names (pretty, baby, pretty girl), ML calls self “daddy”( lemme know if y’all are into it or not XD), Descriptions of Sadistic violence, implications of past SA, gore, blood, torture live stream, Oral on m, live stream exhibitionism, long part, smutt sat the end!

AN: Sorry this one took longer than usual, i wrote like 11 different drafts and didn’t like any of them XD finally got to lucky number 12 and bam, let’s goooaaaarrrrr 🐶✨

“Isn’t it way too soon though…?” You ask in a slightly joking voice, not wanting to sound stressed.

It definitely stressed you out though.

You’re finally thinking somewhat rationally now. Asking yourself all those questions you should have asked that that first day he arrived for example…

How did he find you?

How did he get here?

What on earth did he do with Jared’s body?

Is he going to get away with that? How?

And How can he be so… Fine, after Murdering someone.

And those are just the ones you can think of off the top of your head before he responds.

“What?” He runs a hand through his bangs, “You sayin’ you’d rather stay in this danger infested shithole than come back w’ me?”

You try and pipe up, “N-no… That’s not what i’m saying at all, Jasper…” but you lose your voice at least halfway through.

A fear you’ve never even fathomed creeps it’s way into your soul.

“ ‘S what it sounds like, pretty.” Jasper’s voice is frigid.

This stings you more than anything ever has… You completely let your guard down to him. You actually trust him.

“Jasper, I am NOT saying that. I just think it’s way too soon for me to move in with you. I still have to pay off next month, not to mention breakin’ my lease, an I d-don’t know—”

His whole demeanor reverts in a terrifying instant. His eyes filling back up with adoration, “m’sorry, pretty girl. I’ll take care of everything and make up f’r twistin’ your words like that.” He sighs relieved, “I should’ve known that was the reason.”

It’s not the whole reason…

But you think better of adding anymore fuel to those embers, and possibly burning down the whole forest around you.

He fishes out an old looking phone, “Dev, get the delivery van ready. Sendin’ ya some coords.” While he’s closing the door and locking it behind him.

You stand there dumbfounded.

“W-wait! Jasper?!” You put on the first pair of shoes you see and run after him. He’s only on the first set of stairs going down when he hears you, and turns to wait while you re-lock the door.

“Ahh, y’wanna come watch daddy work, hm? Is that it, pretty baby?” He smirks.

You can’t tell if he’s serious, but you become bashful nonetheless. “Uh… Sh-sure! W-wait. What— what are you…? Where are you…?” your brain short circuits as you try and figure out where to even start.

He slings the bag over a shoulder, then reaches up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “’m kiddin’, pretty, let me take care ‘f it. I’ll bring ya a souvenir.” He winks, his pupils almost completely eclipse the beautiful icy blue of his irises. He looks so different right now. You can’t honestly tell what emotion he’s full of, but it sends a chill down your spine regardless.

You nod, nuzzling your face deeper into his palm and kissing his skin.

“Kay, please just… stay safe… I love you, Jasper,”

“I love you, pretty girl” he purrs, then bumps his forehead to yours. “Stay inside till I get back. I need ya t’ skip work if ‘m not back yet. ‘kay pretty? I know you wanna do all this on your own, and I need ya t’ trust me, lemme take care of you right now”

With slightly stinging eyes, you nod.

“‘At’s m’ good girl,” He presses forward, his lips barely touch yours in such a sweet gesture it makes your heart flutter.

How this guy can make you feel every emotion, and every feeling in all the books is beyond you.

“Whaddo ya think, Issac… This one thinks he’s some sortta little cartel king.” Jasper coos teasingly. The edge of his blade tilting up the bound and gagged man’s chin, with the tip dangerously close to puncturing that delicate little artery. “Thinkin extorting helpless lil ladies makes him s’m kinda badass,” His smile drips with malice.

“Oooh! Oh! I like the snitch treatment!” Issac excitedly hops over to Jasper’s side. His own blade glinting in the dim van lights as he waves it around.

“Be careful with that, would ya?” Dev.In snaps lovingly, as they lean against the opposite wall with their arms crossed.

“What do you think little king? Want your tongue cut out, n’ getting throat fuck by my knives?” He pauses as if to think, “or would you prefer ‘f I carved ya a pussy of your own? I could bring ya t’ that little place you like to send all those nice young ladies… Whats it called again?” He grins.

“OH OH OH! I KNOW THAT ONE! Me! Pick me!!” Issac raises his hand like an excited kid in school, “The pit!!!”

“mmhm! that’s it, I’m sure those clients of yours would have so much fun with a big boss like you all chained up… They’d prolly pay big bucks too,” The knife *shings* as he pulls it out from under the struggling man’s chin.

“Ooo! Jasper yur a genius! Can I change my vote!?!?” He raises his hand and waves it around as if he’s a kid voting on the family car trip to stop for candy.

“What do you think Dev?” Jasper looks over his shoulder to the body double with glowing eyes.

“I polled the viewers already. Overwhelming majority favor him getting his own cunt,”

“Well would ya look at that… I guess it’s time for a song change then.” Jasper turns off the music completely, looking directly at the man.

You fell asleep who knows how long ago on top of your blankets, and awake to the feeling of the bed shifting with a new body’s weight.

You feel scared at first, before it quickly morphs into joy.

It’s dark in the room now, but you reach up and hug them. “J-Jasper?” You whisper sleepily.

“‘Yes, pretty. I got cha some presents, though, I need ya ta just look, ‘nd not touch the first one.” He gets back up to turn on the colored room lights, “The second one’s all yours.”

They’re both in cute boxes covered in a cat print with little bows in your favorite color.

“Which ones which??” You ask.

“Here, pretty… remember, only look…”

You pull the ribbon, and your face drops when you take off the top.

You gag.

It’s… It’s a man’s…

Images of Jared’s concaved and bloody face, with a furious Jasper above him, flash behind your eyelids.

“W-Who? J-Jas—” Your body shakes as you swallow trying to hold in the rising bile.

“I know, pretty…” He pets you softly, “It’s a little hard to look at. but I wanted to give ya the proof that you’re free now.” He smiles calmly, his pupils are a normal size, you notice, even in the lower light.

“J-Jasper…” Your eyes are wide, but when he tells you that you’re free…

You can’t help feeling relieved.

“I d-don’t want to know what you d-did. Please don’t ever tell me…” You ask with a quiet voice before handing the closed box back. “Th-thank you Jasper.”

“‘f course, pretty girl,” he puts his hand back onto your head, his fingers trailing through your hair.

“mmmm,” Your eyes close for a second… “Wait!”

He pulls away with a smile on his face.

“D-do you wanna stream t’night?”

He licks his lips, “Why, pretty? Ya got plans f’me?”

“O—okay… C-close your eyes fora sec… And h-hit live, b-but wait t’start ”

“Oooo~ I like this already” His big grin shows off his long canines.

You put on a collar that Jared got you… You only kept it cause it’s cute.

You hope Jasper likes the idea though, and then he can get you a new one, and you can finally burn this one.

Trying to be stealthy and failing, you climb under your desk with a burning hot face.

Since he’s slouched pretty comfortably, his legs are already a little spread. You thank him for that in your head.

Your palms travel slowly up his thighs, stoping in his lap over his pants zipper and button.

This is a skill you hated having before, but you’re kind of excited to use it on him.

Your hands tremble slightly.

You look up to see a stupid smirk on his face, telling you he definitely knows what you’re about to do.

Maybe you’ll still surprise him.

You free his dick, your mouth falls agape never have actually looked at it this closely.

“When can I start, prettyy~” He almost sings.

You get comfortable between his legs, and rest your arms up on his thighs. “N-Now.”

Steeling your nerves you take a big breath, then you start by licking long strokes up his shaft. You feel his bulging veins against your sensitive muscle.

His leg twitches, making you a little more confident.

He doesn’t taste like the others. It’s not disgustingly salty at all, kinda just tastes like the rest of his skin. You sigh happily at that.

Flattening your tongue now to cover more area underneath his girth. While licking more eagerly, you’re getting more and more excited to please him with your mouth.

“Aw, Thanks,” He starts talking to the viewers. You look up and meet his eyes, “W-welcome back everyone, sorry it’s been a minute, my girl and I have been very busy the past couple days.”

You grab his cock in both hands, still having enough room for it, you wrap your lips around the tip too. Your lips have the perfect grasp on him, right under his glands. You suck hard, using your tongue to lick his tip while he’s inside your mouth to, and then expertly tug yourself off slowly with a loud *pop*.

Accidentally you tug on his piercing too, and he pushes his hips up.

“H-hey yurmomstinks, welcome back. S-sup, toxickitten.” His small stutters have you giddy, you really are doing it!

You made sure before hand he’s in the “just chatting” category, so you can reach up and grab one of his hands. You put his fingers under your collar to pull it.

“mmmhmmm,” he groans and looks back up at the chat, “U-uh, I-I’m good! How’re you, upset-b-beaver”

No other time that you’ve done this has ever turned you on… But you’re noticing yourself getting soaking wet.

More spurred on by your own body responding lewdly, you flatten your tongue under the tip, and open your mouth wide.

You look up to make sure he’s making eye contact, and breathe a big puff of hot air over it. Precum leaks out over his piercing and you savor it, it’s so much better than any other. You actually like the taste of his.

God, why is this making you so wet…

You close your eyes for a second, smiling and moaning.

His whole body shudders in response, you see his breathing becoming deeper, and his eyes are wide.

You aren’t aware, but he’s never enjoyed getting head this much either.

While he’s still staring into your eyes, you kiss his glands and give small little kitten licks there lovingly.

“A-ah um— Y-yeah, good for you m-man!” he clears his throat. “N-no! hah, um, yeah, I d-don’t know what we’re doing later, might get…” he takes a long breath “Chinese or… sss’mthin” The last part comes out slurring as if he’s drunk.

You are surprising him!! He wasn’t expecting this and you feel more and more in control and empowered as you go.

This is so exciting!

His face is getting so much redder everytime he looks down at you, and he really doesn’t want to pry his eyes away from you. It’s making you feel so warm and content.

“mmm y’taste so good Jasper…” You moan quietly, only for him to hear, as you take it into your mouth and relax your throat to go as deep as you can.

You almost touch base before pulling your head back.

You let your tongue become a bed for the underside of his length, then you go down further, touching your nose to his groin.

He sucks in suddenly.

“Uh-y-yeah, that, hah, movie n-nights are still thurs—days”

He remembers he’s holding your collar suddenly, having forgot all about anything other than your pretty, puffy lips taking care of his dick.

He pulls you by it gently at first, watching as your eyes close, enjoying him playing with you.

You pull back and breathe while you can, he pulls you back against his body and your airways get blocked.

“mm!” You moan, and gag not being able to breathe is usually so scary…

Usually.

But you trust Jasper, and this feels so hot…

He runs his fingers through your hair with his other hand, and continues talking to the viewers while you work him.

“Y-yeah, just like that,” He slips, a low moan leaving him, as he bites his lower lip, “Y-yeah, I mean,” He clears his throat again, “Y/Username is riiiight here. mmhmm. I’ll tell her y’all say hi,” His smug composure is quick to return, but it doesn’t discourage you.

You go down all the way, your nose pressing against his body, as his dick fills your throat.

You gag around his size, and tears stream down your face.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him with everything you’ve got.

He groans and his hips start jerking, chasing you as he gets higher and higher.

“Huh? O-oh, s-sure…”

Hearing his stuttering increase in frequency and feeling his cock twitch in your mouth you increase your speed, saliva runs down your chin.

“Mm!” He convulses not even worried about the chat anymore, and you suck as hard as you can.

“Ah! Y—Y/N!”

You take it as deep as you possibly can, and feel his burning hot cum shoot in thick streams down your throat you swallow around it making sure to hold his eyes with your own tear filled ones.

When you finally stop enjoying his powerless state of involuntary bouncing, while you keep sucking and overstimulating him, you remove yourself and open wide with your tongue out.

It shows him you swallowed every single drop.

He stares, mouth agape, as his mind stays utterly blown for a bit, until he reaches up and turns the stream off without saying a single word.

You beam full of pride, as he wipes at your tears.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #oc jasper #yandere oc #male yandere #reader x yandere #yandere smut

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tornoleander · 5 months

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This Topic is exhausting, I know more than anyone.

I have been avoiding seriously posting about it for a while. (Much prefer the fun of less heavy shrieking)

BUT with DM’s and a comments I’ve gotten recently it feels really important too.

Months ago, I searched for anyone who said what I felt about S6, and found nothing really. (Except fics and their comments) So I created my essays.

EVER SINCE I’ve been noticed I’ve been swarmed of stories of people also affected by Skybound. Like everyone was just waiting for someone to say it. Which is validating but way more concerning.

Most are DMs but this is a comment I got.

V under cut CW: SA discussion and vent.

I’m not here to slander Ninjago writers or anyone who likes Skybound heck I Love/hate it. I’m also not here to debate how much is ok for kids to see….. yet.

My goal here is as it’s always been, to spread awareness of Skybound’s mishandled underlying themes of predators, sexual assault and disregarded consent, overlapping with the upfront misogyny that has bugged me for YEARS.

Things I’ve said for anyone who doesn’t know what I’m on about

Nadakhan Mechanic

The Video with most SA Implications

There’s more I haven’t gone over. Currently planning an essay to underline everything but it’ll take time. Right now I’m mainly searching for real answers for why Skybound is the way it is.

Feel free too share your experiences! you’re not alone. And It helps my writing.

This is important to me so any reblogs are Greatly appreciated!!!

#I really didn’t expect to be the center of this conversation #may step back a bit for a while #Oli’s done being heavy now just the Essays then done #and I can dedicate all my time to drawing and the more important men whimpering compilation #my true art #oli’s skybound insanity #ninjago #ninjago skybound #lego ninjago #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago thoughts #cw sa implied #Ninjago season 6 #ninjago poll #ninjago angst #ninjago mechanic #Oli speaks #sa implied #sa mention

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titikawai · 1 year

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They need to address Bo’s trauma

Alright so this is going to be a super long essay about Bo’s trauma as I have been doing some research for the next chapters of my fic Mind Games. I went through her background and thought I would share with you my headcanons surrounding that. I especially realized that with her deaging came quite heavy consequences and thought we could discuss them.

There are of course going to be HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS : Grief, Grooming, SA, anxiety, depression, s*ic*de. DISCLAIMER I am no therapist so this is just me drawing from some of my how experiences with trauma and doing some researches online.

Please know your limits and do not attempt to read this if you feel uneasy around those topics, I wouldn’t want to trigger anyone. Same goes with the potential comments that will be left under this post

So first, I’ll start with the implications of deaging Bo-Katan as they did. When we watch Clone Wars, we are led to understand that she is Satine’s younger sister but there are no indications on her age. If we think about it logically, there would probably be around an age gap of maximum 5 years between them. However, as many already pointed out, it would mean that she’d be around 60 years old in the third season of the Mandalorian. I watched a few of Katee Sackhof’s interview where she was saying that Bo-Katan was way younger that many thought she was. Indeed, with her being cast for Bo and Rosario Dawson for Ahsoka, I figured that it probably that the two were probably around the same age in CW, hence them becoming “friends” starting 7th season. It thus means that she probably was in her late teens or early twenties. However, the directors’ decision to deage her has quite huge implications :

Headcanons :

* First of all, it means that there was quite a huge age gap between Satine and her sister: 15 to 20 years approximately

· We figured from the first episodes of season 3 that Bo-Katan has known her Dad and that he fought and died in the Great Mandalorian civil war. There was no mention of her mom so I just assume she died in childbirth of during the civil war as well.

· When her dad died, Satine became duchess of Mandalore and probably didn’t have time to personally take care of such a young sister, especially considering that she went under Qui-Gon and Obi Wan’s protection. The latter never met her so it means that she probably stayed on Mandalore with her nannies or relatives, witnessing the horros of the Civil war. She probably felt abandoned by her sister. She probably wished the war to end as soon as possible (some have theorized that her dad probably taught her how to fight so she probably wasn’t scared of using violence to defend her planet), explaining why she never understood why her sister was a pacifist.

· I am a strong believer in Satine being Korkie’s mom (I mean there is no third sister). So it means that Bo-Katan was probably a child when her big sister got pregnant with Obi-Wan. Probably, she witnessed her sister going into hidding to have her baby to try and not become a pariah. I figure this would explain Bo-Katan’s resentment against Jedis and particularly Obi-Wan as he didn’t reach out to her sister nor stepped up for her nephew (with whom there isn’t such a big age gap)

· So, I have seen this theory going around the internet and read it in some fanfics. It makes sense to me and would explain many things in Bo-Katan’s behaviour. THIS IS WHERE THE TW BEGINS (Grooming) : I figured that Bo-Katan probably met Pre Vizsla after the civil war as he was part of the clan of the enemy. He probably quickly became her mentor, an authority figure that she felt like could replace her dad (she definitely has daddy issues). He probably made her feel understood and special, filling the whole of her parents and Satine’s absence. I honestly believe in the grooming theory saying that he manipulated her into a relationship and death watch to take over the throne of Mandalore taking advantage of her status as the duchess’ sister (as he knew it would humiliate the latter).

· TW (SA) Bo probably became very secretive and broke contact with her sister, probably experiencing quite a lot of anxiety : as groomed individuals cannot give consent she was victim of SA. One proof of that would be that “imfamous” butt slap she gave Ahsoka upon meeting her (which is also SA). This sexualized behaviour is not appropriate for a teen or young adult.

* Her exposure to this type of trauma probably made her feel like she felt invicible to danger and that is when she developed a violent, criminal behaviour (let’s not forget she participated in the burning of a village and the enslavement of its inhabitants).

· Then Pre Vizsla died by the hands of Darth Maul and she started feeling grief but also probably self doubt, being hit with what she had done and went back to her sister. She did horrible things while in DW and probably enjoyed them back then through her broken perception of things.

· Then Satine died and she felt guilty for her death because obviously she she betrayed her. This changed her deeply as she was bombarded with her overwhelming feelings of blame, regret, guilt and confusion, probably struggling with TW drug or alcohol abuse, self harm or suicidal thoughts.

· She ended up leading her people, most of them probably hating her for what happened to their planet, Pre Vizsla and her sister, for Maul and of course later, the Purge… She was not her sister and I don’t think that she had ever thought through becoming the duchess of Mandalore. She definitely wanted the power but probably was not ready for that responsibility. Her people respected her because she was royalty, nothing more. They did not have love for her, nor respect : hence why they all left her once she didn’t have the darksaber anymore.

· All those events had a huge impact on her adult life considering she had lost the majority of people she cared for and struggled to build strong and healthy relationships

She definitely struggles to be vulnerable around others tie that scene with Grogu where she asks him what he is looking at in episode 2)

· When it comes to romantic relationships, I picture her having an avoidant attachment style used her sex appeal as a tool to manipulate men AND women (we stan a bisexual queen), to feel in control. I feel like if she started feeling someone catching feelings for her, she would flee (that’s probably what happened with Axe as many of us assume that he was in love with her and was her ex FWB because of his bitterness and her reluctance when talking about him).

· When it comes to her relationship with Din (sorry I’m a Dinbo shipper) I feel like when she met him he struck her as really different to the other guys she met :

-first because she had been forced to reflect on her past and draw lessons from it while she was alone on Sundary for two years

-then because he wore a helmet : so she did not see his face and struggled to sexualize him which forced her to focus on who he is inside and really bond with him on an intimate level (here I speak of real emotional intimacy and not sex)

- because he, himself, did not consider her as a piece of meat (I picture Din as asexual or demi-sexual) and he quickly showed her he cared about her and not her title, showing true loyalty to her for the first time in forever (except from her relationship with Ursa Wren and Ahsoka, I assume she didn’t have very deep friendships, most of them probably being shallow)

-because of Grogu, Din is starting to shift from an avoidant attachment style to a secure one and is way less guarded than in the first season

-so I guess she is intriged by this new form of intimacy with him, the way she feels at ease with him and not feel like she need to be hypervigilant (the scene in the cave where they sit super close shows that). Both of them lost their parents quite young and I feel like it could be a shared experience they could bond over or already have unconsciously.

When it comes to her relationship with Ahsoka :

PLS WRITTERS I BEG OF YOU show me a real healthy female relationship without toxicity and where they support each other no matter what.

#bo katan kryze #clone wars #the mandalorian #satine kryze #obi wan #obitine #korkie kryze #ahsoka #axe woves #din djarin #dinbo #bodin #bo x din #din x bo

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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written on my heart

Summary: Starting when you turn 12, anything that your soulmate draws on their skin will show up on yours. Robin has waited years to see what her soulmate will draw.

Word count: 2,345

A/N: ahh im so excited about this fic!! thank you to @thruheavenandhighwater for all her help/beta reading. i tried something new towards the end and wrote the reader in 3rd person since this is from robin's pov. as usual, likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!

CW: questioning sexuality, brief implication of homophobia

1980: 12 years old

On the morning of her twelfth birthday, Robin leapt out of bed and immediately ran to her bathroom to stare at her body in the mirror, searching for any sign of words or doodles sprawled across her skin. She rolled up both of her sleeves and put her foot on the bathroom counter to get a closer look at her legs. When it was clear that nothing was there, she huffed in disappointment, rolled down her sleeves and made her way downstairs for breakfast with a small frown.

Her mom was in the kitchen flipping her yearly birthday pancakes when Robin sunk into a seat at the kitchen table, only slightly sulking. Mrs. Buckley placed a plate stacked high with pancakes and topped with whipped cream and birthday sprinkles in front of her with a kiss on top of her sandy blonde head and a whispered happy birthday.

“What’s got you so down?” Mrs. Buckley asked upon noticing her daughter’s dejected nature, “It’s your twelfth birthday! You’re supposed to be excited.”

“Not when your soulmate hasn’t written anything on your skin yet,” She grumbled as she shoveled a bite of pancake into her mouth, “I thought it was supposed to show up when you turned twelve!”

Mrs. Buckley chuckled as she sat down beside Robin with her own plate, “Be patient. I’m sure he’ll draw something soon.” She reassured with a smile, “Don’t worry too much about the soulmate stuff. It’ll come when it comes.”

Robin tried to follow her mother’s advice, but she found herself checking the back of her hands, glancing down at her legs, and rolling up her sleeves at school all day, getting more and more disappointed when she found bare skin. By the end of the school day, she was starting to think that she didn’t have a soulmate, but she still checked for drawings anyway.

By the time her mother called her for dinner, she had given up on looking. When she went to wash her hands in the kitchen sink, she spotted a little heart drawn in purple ink on the back of her left palm. She squealed excitedly and turned the water off to examine it. She softly traced the shape with her index finger, relieved that she had a soulmate after all.

She couldn’t help but think that it was weird that her soulmate drew a heart on himself. None of the boys that she knew from school would be caught dead with a tiny purple heart adorning their skin, but she decided not to think too much about it. Maybe her soulmate wasn’t from Hawkins or maybe he was just sweeter than the boys she knew at school.

She thought about showing her purple heart to her parents, but she decided to keep it to herself for a little while longer. Instead, she grabbed a black pen from a drawer in the kitchen and doodled a heart similar in size right beside the one her soulmate drew, just to let him know she was there.

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1982: 14 years old

Robin awoke with a start when the sound of her alarm clock rang in her ears. It was her first day of high school, the day she’d been dreading for the entire two months of summer. Robin knew that she’d be spending the majority of her first day Hawkins High School alone due to her lack of friends in middle school that would follow her to high school. She was afraid that she’d get made fun of for sitting alone at lunch or not having anyone to partner with for the beginning of the year project sign ups. She was nervous that the teachers would be as mean as her 8th grade teachers said they’d be and scared of the upperclassmen and how they usually treated freshmen.

She sat up in bed, her stomach already upset due to the anxiety that’s been looming over her for two weeks. She knew her mother would never let her get out of her first day of high school, but she thought of bringing up her stomachache anyway, in hopes that maybe she would take pity on her. She felt queasy as she crossed the room and threw open her closet to choose an outfit for the day. Just as she raised her hand to grab her lucky jacket, she saw words scrawled on the back of her hand. She froze for a minute to read them.

The words “good luck today!” with smiley faces and hearts decorating the skin around the phrase could be seen on the back of Robin’s hand. It was a simple gesture, but one that made warmth rise to Robin’s chest, nonetheless. She often woke up to little doodles that made her laugh or encouraging words neatly written in different colors from her soulmate. Robin often wrote back with her own drawings or words of affirmation. The notes on her skin made her feel like she had someone in her corner, although she didn’t have any friends at school.

She always tried to picture what her soulmate looked like and tried to catch a glimpse of the hands of all of the boys in school as she walked by them in the hall or sat beside them in class, just to see if they had doodles that matched her’s on the back of their hands. Every time she looked, though, she silently prayed that she didn’t find a match. She didn’t have a reason for not wanting any of the boys from school to be her soulmate. It’s just that when she imagined dating them, it felt wrong.

She thought it was nice to have a break from searching for her soulmate and thinking about why it made her queasy to imagine herself with any of her male classmates. She’d be faced with those feelings again today when she saw her peers.

“Robin!” Mrs. Buckley’s voice startled Robin from her thoughts, “I hope you’re dressed! You’re going to be late!”

Sighing, Robin fondly glanced at the back of her hand one more time before turning back to her closet and getting ready for the day. She was still nervous for the day ahead of her, but her soulmate’s note on her hand, her good luck charm, put her a little more ease.

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1984: 16 years old

Robin stared down at her hand, giggling lightly as she watched the little doodles and drawings appear on her skin. She still got that warm feeling every time she got a note from her soulmate, but so much had changed since she first saw that little purple heart on the back of her hand. She stopped looking at the boys in the hallway when she realized that she had a crush on Tammy Thompson from her history class. She finally understood why she could would silently hope that none of the boys at Hawkins High would have matching doodles on the back of their hands. She wanted her soulmate to be a girl and that terrified her. Partly because she knew how the people of Hawkins, Indiana treated people who were different, but also because she had no idea if her soulmate was a boy or a girl.

She had become close to her English teacher, Mr. Hauser, and regularly ate lunch in his classroom to avoid the prying eyes of her peers when she ate in the library alone, but also because Mr. Hauser was like her. She came out to him not long ago, during one of their daily lunches. She knew he would keep her secret and that he could relate to her and maybe even help her through her worries.

“What’s she saying today?” Hauser asked, amused.

Robin scoffed and rolled her eyes, tearing her gaze away from her doodle-covered hand, “We don’t even know if my soulmate’s a girl.” Just saying those words made a knot form in her stomach.

Hauser tutted, “Of course she is.”

“Why, because I’m a lesbian?” She shook her head, “The universe doesn’t exactly work that way. The universe gets it wrong sometimes, you know.”

“That doesn’t happen often, Robin.”

“Yeah, but I would be the one in a million that has it happen to her.”

Mr. Hauser didn’t believe that for a second. He saw the way Robin smiled when she looked down at her hand on the desk and how she giggled when a new doodle would pop up on her skin. He knew the universe hadn’t gotten it wrong, but how could he prove it to her? Better yet, how could her soulmate prove it to her?

“You should draw something back,” He suggested with a shrug, “Maybe a little doodle of yourself.”

Robin gave him a look, one that told him that she knew what he was trying to do. She had to admit, the idea of it intrigued her, so she relented, grabbing a pen from inside her backpack. She drew a quick, sloppy sketch of herself (it was more of a stick figure, if she was honest with herself), complete with her short hair and bangs and an arrow pointing to it with the word “me!” written at the end of it with a smiley face.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she waited for her soulmate to respond, hopefully with a picture of themself. She chewed on her lip as she looked away from her hand and shifted her gaze to her teacher.

“What do I do if it’s a boy?” She asked, panicked, “You know what, I don’t even think that I want to know anymore! I could just not look for the rest of the day, right?” Her hands flew in the air as she spoke, as they usually did when she rambled, “I could just wait until the pen washes off of their hand o-or wear gloves for the rest of the day and-”

“Robin!” Mr. Hauser interrupted when he caught a glimpse of a new drawing on her hand, “You got a response.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she turned her hand over so she could see the new drawing that marked her skin. When she gained the courage to open them, she saw a stick figure, similar to the one she drew, drawn in blue ink. The stick person had long hair, wore a triangle dress, and joined one hand with the hand on Robin’s stick person. A swirly arrow pointed to the newly drawn figure and the word “Me” with a heart drawn beside it sat above it.

Robin was taken aback. Her soulmate was a girl! This knowledge made her fall even more in love with the person that the person that was on the other end of the doodles and encouraging notes. Wordlessly, she turned her hand toward her teacher so he could examine the drawing. A proud smile crept on to his face upon seeing the stick figure.

“Told you,” Was all he said and it made Robin giggle.

She was even more excited to meet her soulmate now than she was when she was twelve and she saw that little purple heart.

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1986: 18 years old

“No, you dingus, the rom-coms are in alphabetical order by title, not the name of the director!” Robin groaned, “When have we ever organized movies by directors’ names?”

“Well Kieth said-” Steve started, but was interrupted by the bell over the door in the front, signalling a customer’s arrival.

“You fix these and put them in the right order,” She huffed, “I’ll deal with whoever this is.”

Robin hated dealing with customers, but she was even less fond of fixing Steve’s shelving mistakes.

She made her way over to the counter and stood behind it, ready to type a name into the computer, “Hi, welcome to Family Video! Can I help you fi-”

She faltered when she got a glimpse of the customer in front of her. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so. Robin’s mouth went dry at the sight of her and she forgot how to speak for a second. She willed herself to finish her sentence, but to no avail.

The girl stepped forward and leaned on the counter in front of her, “Hi!” She chirped, “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of The Breakfast Club?” She asked sweetly with a bubbly smile.

“Y-yeah,” Robin stuttered, walking towards the rom-com section without warning and hoping the girl would know to follow her.

The movie started with the second letter in the alphabet, so Steve had already put it in it’s correct space. She stopped in front of the rom com shelf and scanned it for a split second before finding it. Robin reached up to get it, her jacket sleeve slipping down to expose the hand and wrist that was marked up with doodles of hearts, stars, flowers, and stick figures.

“Wait!” The girl yelled, making Robin jump out of her skin.

Robin froze, lowering her hand and turning to face the girl behind her.

“Sorry, I just- Can I see your hand for a second?”

The blonde nodded, holding her marked up hand out to the girl. She examined the drawings and pushed Robin’s sleeve up so she could get a good look at the flower that was drawn on her wrist.

“It’s you,” She whispered, dropping her hand to show Robin her own. The same hearts, stars, flowers and stick figures were peppered on the back of her hand in the exact same places and an identical flower appeared on her wrist. Robin stepped forward and held her wrist in her hands, gingerly running her thumb over the flower that she drew there only hours prior.

“It’s you,” The blonde repeated, beaming at her soulmate in front of her, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to meet you?”

“Since that first purple heart,” The girl chuckled, stepping impossibly closer and pulling Robin flush against her by her hideous green Family Video vest, swiftly connecting their lips in one fluid motion.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female!reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #robin buckley fanfic #robin stranger things #stranger things robin #robin buckley imagine #wlw fanfic #reader insert fanfiction #female reader #reader insert

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 4 months

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Soap's Family

MW3 spoilers immediately and below the cut

So I saw this post by @lilmissnoobster this morning and couldn't stop think about the implications of 141 being the ones to lay Soap to rest so I wrote a little something

Please beware, angst below the cut

cw for parental death and people acting horribly due to grief

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Ghost doesn’t have family to go to. Everyone knows that.

They know that whenever he goes on leave, (when Price strong arms him into taking it), he scurries back to an empty flat on the outskirts of Manchester and survives the entire week on take out, disturbing only the things he needs to, before he packs everything up again and returns to service like the week didn’t happen.

Soap talks about his family at almost every opportunity he gets.

So, everyone assumed that when he scurries off on his leave, after fighting tooth and nail to have it fall over the right holidays, he was going off to see his family.

Gaz mentions it to him, in passing, that he’s impressed Soap is able to keep up such a close connection to all of them, despite only seeing them once a year. Soap laughs, and says that his family really only gets together once a year, in a big chaotic rush where everyone updates everyone else all at once.

When Price asks about it, as he reviews Soap to see if he’s a good fit for 141, concerned that the unpredictable schedule could disrupt Soap’s contact with his family, Soap assures him that his family understands. He’s organised enough to send birthday cards ahead of time, and whenever he’s not on ops, they can all do big video calls together, which is more convenient for everyone else too, since they’re actually spread out all over the place.

It's when Ghost asks about it, that Johnny breaks down.

Ghost, who openly relates himself to Johnny, that neither of them have a place to go, after he runs into Johnny holed up in a cheap hotel room while on leave. That neither of them has family to go to.

Even after all this time, it wasn’t real to Soap, until Ghost said so.

Ghost, who willingly sits and listens as Soap shakes through the tears he didn’t ever want to shed, that his family used to be very close. Him and all his siblings and his mum were, they had to be, after his dad died when they were all so young, all of them bearing that grief between them. When they grew up, they drifted a bit, as siblings do. Soap especially so, after joining the army, and being selected for the SAS, where he became even more prone to dropping out of contact for weeks at a time with no warning.

But they’d all accepted that. They’d understood, and all muddled on because they were adults. They were busy too, with their jobs, and their own families. It had all been great, until a couple of years ago, when his mum got sick. Really sick, really quickly. She’d passed within weeks, all while Soap had been on an op that was a complete black out – no communications, in or out, no exceptions.

As soon as Soap was back, he was informed, and he flew home in a panic, only to be met with a stone wall of silence from his grieving family. Because, he hadn’t been there. He’d had the audacity to not be there when his mother was losing her sight, and calling out for him, because she wanted to say goodbye to her little Johnny boy, and how distressed she became when he wouldn’t come.

Soap had tried to explain, begged for them to hear him out, that when they couldn’t reach him, it wasn’t his choice, but his words fell on deaf ears.

He had to find out where she was buried by walking all over the old family church yard by himself, because they wouldn’t even tell him that.

Now, his calls went unanswered. Cards and presents sent to his nieces and nephews were returned, unopened. The few times he tried to visit their homes, he was turned away by neighbours, claiming that they were away on holiday, even when their cars were parked outside.

Soap never stopped trying, and lied about all of it, because he didn’t want it to be real. He’d said he was going to explain it, to Price, to Gaz, sometime soon. Ghost had him promise to, when he was ready.

Ghost should have made Soap tell Price then. It was all he could think about, as he held the urn secure on his lap for the long drive up to Scotland. That Soap was only ever half lying. He had a family, just not one that loved him.

That way, Ghost wouldn't have had to be the one to tell Price and Gaz about it, when it was too late.

At least, they were able to decide, together, that Soap shouldn't go home to them. Instead, the three of them would take him. Like family should.

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#cod #cod mw3 #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #soap angst #angst #cod angst #soapghost if you squint #found family

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