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verahella · 1 month

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yuji had never been in gojo’s office before.

he hadn’t even known such an office existed until he and nobara convinced megumi to let them fly on nue and ended up with their faces smooching a glass window (which was now broken) and they’d been called into gojo’s office for a punishment.

it was extravagant, consisting of a dark oak desk, a floor to ceiling window, marble floors and whatnot. but mostly empty, no traces to suggest that anybody occupied it. it was devoid of any warmth and gojo’s personality—except for a frame on the desk that caught yuji’s eye.

“hey sensei, isn’t that your girlfriend?!”

gojo’s eyes flit to the photograph before he sighs, “she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“what?!” nobara screeches, “she was the best you could find! i mean good for her, she’s learnt her standards but now you’re definitely gonna die alone, sensei.”

even megumi’s lips were twisted into a frown.

yuji stutters, backtracking before they get kicked out of school, “wha-what she means to ask is why’d you break up? you guys were perfect for each other.” he pauses, “i think.”

he’d only seen her a few times around campus but she seemed like the sweetest person on earth, based on their few interactions. nobara definitely seemed to approve of her.

gojo props his legs up on the table, shrugging with his hands behind his head, “multiple reasons. first one, she’s out to torture me.”

“i am not.” the trio whips around to see you standing in the doorway, arms crossed with a flat expression. you lift up a bag, “you forgot your lunch. again. it’s been three times this week and it’s only wednesday.”

“as i was saying, she maimed my crotch permanently and lost any hope of mini me running around—”

“it was night and i got jumpscared by your radioactive blue eyes.”

“and then, she launched war on me and didn’t let me cuddle her.”

“because you came home bleeding with an injury that would worsen if i suffocated you.”

“and the worst of all,” gojo narrows his eyes at you, “she ate my kikifuku.”

“you’re a billionaire. just buy some more.” you shrug, placing the cover on his desk.

confusion lingers in the bemused side eyes of the students after the…interesting conversation.

“sure, they all sound heinous crimes…” yuji continues hesitantly, “but is it really worth breaking up over?”

“who said anything about breaking up? i just said that she wasn’t my girlfriend anymore.”

“now i’m even more convinced you were dropped on your head as a baby.” nobara blurts out but megumi’s eyes are already travelling to the ring on your finger, which gojo holds up to show off.

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore because she’s my wife!” he beams.

“fiancée.”

“for now.”

you roll your eyes but a fond smile blooms on your lips and gojo kisses your hand softly, “kids, say hi to mrs gojo. now i call dibs on yuji being the flower boy, megumi the ring bearer and nobara—”

“hold up. maybe we should think this through—”

“no wasting time. i need ijichi to sign the official babysitter documents for our future baby.”

“satoru!”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #was writing something for yuji and got sidetracked #whenever it’s multicharacter (or just generally) gojo always steals the spotlight #😞😞#vera’s.jjk.library.✎

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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months

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a milf darling with yan König

Konig is obsessing over a single mother because he never wanted kids on his own and kinda wasted his youth on war crimes!! The only time Konig is ever going to be with a woman his age is when he can sexualize the shit out of a poor lady and take her kid away( He is a horrible horrible man!! You just divorced your piece of shit husband, thankfully taking your son away with full custody because you're seriously so done with man, the only male in your life is going to be your cat and your kid now. You drop some boxes on your new neighbor and apologize so, so sweetly( make him cookies to say sorry for the possible noise and disturbance after having a very energetic baby boy next door, but you're surprised that your scary and giant neighbor guy is actually pretty timid. If anything, Konig is fucking mesmerized by you. His mommy issues are in all rage when he just sees your soft, plump body, the way you take care of your son(he starts to imagine it's his kid, even though he never wanted one. god forbid if the kid has at least one similar feature to him) and even has time to address Konig so so so sweet! You don't want to return to dating scene, the wounds from your marriage are still evident...and Konig doesn't want relationships, he promises! But...your son literally adores him. Playing with his uniform, asking for trophies from the battlefield, listening to his stories and wanting to shoot guns just like him - maybe, you could drop your baby by his flat a bit more, just so he could have some positive male mentor relationships in his life? But...you work so hard, barely surviving on your two jobs and having to take care of your son, you ought to take a break sometimes! Konig in town, you could swing by, right? And if you're just drunk enough so he could slip in your bed and let you hug him and press his face in your breasts so he could feel them...nothing too bad, right? He doesn't want to pressure you into sex, really! But...you need to relax sometimes. And he wouldn't ask of much, he wants to cherish you! Really. Definitely not because your maturity and mother-like behaviour is making him literally wet everywhere. Definitely not because he came in his pants when you called him a good boy. He is in his forties, he doesn't have mommy issues!

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig

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d34dlysinner · 6 months

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Back at it again with my war crimes shenanigans.

Kings + Lucifer (n anyone else who'd fit, not sure) with a MC who's lacking several braincells despite being a rather smart person. The type who'd touch a burning stove out of pure curiosity, or put tide pods in a microwave to see the reaction. Empty headed but not lacking intelligence it's just gotta be coaxed strangled out. They get themself into some serious ahh danger due to head empty y'know the usual 'I fucked around and now I'm finding out but hey, MY CURIOSITY IS SATIATED' cliché lmaoooo.

Oml, thanks for the ask😭 (minor spoilers chapter 4 ending)

Minors DNI

You were messing around on the streets when you heard someone call out your name. You looked up in the direction of voice and saw an angel smiling down at you. Not the kind smile of course. It was one of those sadistic smiles that said: "I'll actually blow up in a second and you'll die with me."

You normally would run around trying to avoid the angel, but for some reason your brain couldn't register that you're in danger. In fact, you were even more curious what angel blood (of an angel weaker than a seraph) would do.

So all you did was stand and watch up with a calm expression present on your features.

Satan ran up to you and pulled you away and ran with you through some alleys in Gehenna where he knew it'll be hard for angels to fly in.

He looked down at your panting frame and checked if you were alright.

"We're you frozen in fear or just curious to see what would happen?", he asked as he remembers how you stood there without any fear present on your face. When you didn't give him an answer and looked down he knew it was the latter option to his question.

"You made a promise to help us in Hell... You should keep it. Sitri, for now you shall stick to MC's side until she's out of this... curious mindset.", Satan said to Sitri who just made his way over to where you two were.

He wasn't going to scold you, but he needed you to be careful.

Mammon made hands rise up from the floor to shield you from the angel. Those golden hands shielded your entire frame, only disappearing a few seconds after the explosion.

When the hands opened up, you saw the normal blue sky and the red painted ground around you. You made your way over to Mammon and were dragged into a big hug.

"Master... I don't know why you just stood there, but don't do that again."

You felt a bit guilty because of how worried he became. You wanted to apologise, bit were interrupted by Bimet scolding you.

"How could you make his majesty so worried. How could you just stand there without even a reaction of fear in your face. You should be grateful that his Majesty blocked the blast.", the ginger demon rambled on.

He was only stopped when Mammon told him that he scolded you enough.

Beelzebub somehow got you away from that blast. You didn't really know what happened because it went by so fast.

"You should try and fight back or run whenever there's an angel.", Beelzebub said.

He wasn't scolding you, but he did think that it would've been a waste if a snack like you did something like this.

"Oh... and you should sometimes ignore that voice in your head. Stay curious.", he said. He understood what you tried to do. Or why you did it. In fact he has heard Bael rant many times about how you let your curiosity get the better of you. Beelzebub was at least happy that he was on time with saving you... This time...

Leviathan dragged you into his coffin and you both managed to get away from the blast.

You wanted to thank him for saving you, but stopped yourself from doing so the moment he shot an angry glance at you.

"Are you insane? Why did you just stand there instead of running?", he started and didn't stop.

"When I told you that you were dangerous factor to Hell and when I locked you up in my coffin I should've done so.", he said. He didn't really register what he said at that moment, but you did. He was talking about that moment where you met him and that he almost killed you by locking you up in his coffin.

He wanted to continue scolding you and being angry, but it stopped the moment his words fully registered and when he saw tears stream down your face.

He really didn't mean it like that, but he did understand that to you it may have been a bad memory. He embraced you.

"I didn't mean to say that. I just need you to be more careful in general. I've see the stupid things you did out of curiosity, but atleast try to be safe.", he said.

Lucifer, a fallen angel, had more tolerance to the angel's blood than most demons had. Also him having an entire kingdom full with healers helped him in what he did.

He just took the blast for you.

To say that he was angry at yet another wound, that he may or may not be able to heal, was an understatement.

But his anger did vanish a bit when he saw you tear up out of shock, guilt and worry.

"You should continue crying. It's the only thing keeping you safe from me.", he said.

Whether he meant that sexual or not, no one knows. Lucifer's words are just as mysterious as his actions.

He would be healed in no time. Searching for you only to see you getting scolded by Marbas. He didn't stop Marbas.

"His majesty blocked you. You should be very grateful. Also, what would you have doenif you were hit? We are healers yes, but we don't create miracles. You are just like those demons in Abaddon. The ones that give us extra work."

Marbas was angry, but not only because of the explosion incident. Also because of the amount of times you let your intrusive thoughts win. Which results in him and the other nobles of Paradise Lost to heal you.

You coming to Paradise Lost to heal was on par with the amount of times Dantalian came. It maybe is an exaggeration, but that didn't mean that you didn't frequent that place to get healed. At first they blamed it on you being a human, but that thought broke the moment you told Buer that you just wanted to see what would happen if you touched a hot pan.

He, the others and Lucifer were worried.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb lucifer

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ticklepinions · 1 month

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Everyone should read the following. If we are a community you need to understand a few things.

Are you entitled to say anything you want due to "free speech"? Hell yeah!

Should you? Absolutely the fuck not!

The blatant racism, anti-queerness, transphobia, misogyny and fatphobia I have seen is down right abhorrent. And if you display any of these ideologies or opinions, you simply do not belong here. You shouldn't be comfortable making a safe space for yourself as you make this lovely community unsafe for the rest of us.

There is nothing political about human rights. But unfortunately that's where we are in this life. I'll try not to be biased but certain political leanings tells me all I need to know about you. POC conservatives will always make me laugh. You are nothing but a pawn for the cis/hetero/whites who don't give a shit if you live or die. Nothing but a slur, a body to dispose of. You may share their views but they are not sharing the power and privilege they have with you.

Let's talk about certain individuals who act so tough under the "big strong amurican sharing their views just to get shitted on, fucking snowflakes". Why do you want to be oppressed so badly? Why do you purposely antagonize people and then when they defend themselves you try dismissing them by saying how they're wasting their time... The irony of it all. The sheer ignorance.

I feel sorry for you people. Truly, I do. But I'll be damned if I let any of you try to tear any of us down for having opinions and ideologies (hint hint see the irony?) that fight for the rights of people who don't have them.

And let me get something clear- from the river to the sea. We all should not stop fighting till all of us are free. There are so many resources out there to educate yourself, yet you choose to remain ignorant. You do not belong here. You act as though you are better than everyone else because you have "edgy" opinions, opinions that literally call for the deaths of the marginalized and oppressed. You do not belong here. You have the gall to tell people they are wasting their time, when their sheer existence alone is putting them at risk for isolation and death (by the same bigoted people you support). You do not belong here.

If an elephant (Israel) has it's foot on a mouse's (Palestine) tail, tell me which one is truly the one at risk. There is a gen0cide going on. If Israel is trying to reclaim it's "land" why bomb it? Why destroy it? With a military with their degree they should be able to eliminate all these "terr0rists" with minimal to no "collateral damage" (aka the 30,000 innocent Palestinians, 2/3rds of which were woman and children, with countless injured, orphaned, homeless and starving). Why bomb hospitals, mosques, sacred places? Standing with Palestinian people is not antisemitism, it's anti gen0cide and war crimes (a multitude of which Israel has shamelessly committed).

And I'm not on anon. I stand for the people of Palestine. I stand for justice. I stand for equity. I stand for the freedom of all oppressed people.

And I implore everyone who follows me to educate themselves. The right path does not lead you to discriminate against the marginalized. Continue to fight my friends, continue to amplify the voices of those unheard, continue making this community and those you belong to, safe for all and unsafe for those who think otherwise.

For you @knismosexual + @littleonelee

I hope you truly reflect on how your actions impacts this entire community and the communities you live in. Until you learn how to act right, unfortunately this community isn't for you. You shouldn't feel welcome here. You shouldn't feel like you belong here. DMs are wide open if you have any thoughts. But again I say, supporting transphobic, racist, anti-queer, misogynistic, discriminatory views is not simply an "opinion" or personality to adopt. You are hurting real people, accepting the deaths and harassment that plague them every single day. You have no place in this community.

#twordpinion #tword community #tickle community #ticklepinion #tword content #tickling #important #important post #free palestine

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b33zlebubz · 4 months

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RECKLESS ABANDON--------

CHAPTER TWO - an interrogation

TASK FORCE 141 X READER (PLATONIC)

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TAGS: gender neutral reader, angst, fluff, slow burn found family, PTSD, trauma bonding, kidnapping, reader is a foster kid in high school, family drama, blood, violence, guns

"After your life falls apart at the seams very early on, you work hard to keep the small amount of peace you still have. Foster care is rough, work is draining, school is a drag...but you eventually find yourself in a good place. All of that quickly goes to waste, however, when your family's unfinished business finally finds its way back to you."

"You've got the wrong person."

"I can assure you we don't."

"Then what the fuck did I do?"

Price sits back in his chair with his arms crossed, staring out the one-sided mirror that separates him from the interrogation taking place. The room is dark save for the mirror, the laptop in front of him, and the red-yellow embers of his third cigar in the span of an hour. He fidgets uselessly with it, rolling the paper between the fingers in his right hand while the other clutches a pair of dog tags. The metal feels twice as cold in his palm as he listens to the two people in the room in front of him.

Laswell looks tired—typically perfect hair beginning to fall from her bun and the bags under her eyes deeper than usual. He doesn’t doubt he looks the same, if not worse. Despite the majority of the day dead and gone, the only thing they have to show for the amount of time spent in this room is a quickly filling tray of cigarette ashes and a messy desk of conflicting files, open laptops, and empty mugs of both tea and coffee.

"Nothing. We just have some questions regarding your birth family."

You chuckle bitterly, your voice strained from the day's events even through the intercom. "You had me kidnapped and nearly killed for a couple of questions?"

Laswell's mouth opens and then snaps shut again.

Price flips the dog tags through his fingers like the world’s most unlucky coin.

"This isn't an interrogation," she eventually responds. "We’re trying to help you.”

“Then why am I in an interrogation room?”

He thinks its hard to find anything surprising, nowadays. Price thought he saw pretty much everything there was to see already. He’s traveled the world, faced every obstacle with bared teeth and clenched fists. He’s seen death in all its forms, he’s seen someone come back from death—and yet, this was a new problem. One he hadn’t encountered before. A mission he, for once, didn’t know how to approach.

He sighs, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees as he watches Laswell shuffle through papers. This is usually what the chief specialized in—getting intel—but it appears even she's left flustered and clueless with how to handle the iron will of a shell-shocked teenager.

You’re sitting in a similar position as Price himself as you sit across from Laswell; a too-big S.A.S. sweater on your shoulders paired with sweatpants of a similar fit, your previous clothes ruined with blood. Eyes downcast, hands clasped and shaking; Price can’t imagine the things running through your head. He felt even worse that they didn’t have spare shoes, leaving you in your untied sneakers stained red-brown with the blood from earlier that day.

You’re lost in thought. You try to focus on what Laswell says, but her questions seem to go in one ear and then back out the other if you don't snap with a sarcastic comeback. Laswell swallows heavily, much more used to this routine involving adults with war crime lists as long as the very building is tall. She’s being gentle—well, as gentle as she can manage given your sharp tongue—but you haven’t given them any answers since you showed up.

You're scared. You want answers. Anyone in your situation would be the same.

So, after a few more minutes of talking and getting nowhere, Laswell stands. She spares you one last, sympathetic look before crossing the room to the door—where she leaves the room in favor of the small office Price resides in. A long breath leaves her as she stops at the table, lifting her arms and then letting them fall back to her sides in defeat.

“Nothing,” she breathes.

Price nods. He takes another drag of his cigar and exhales the smoke in a heavy sigh.

“Figures,” he says, leaning over to snuff the embers out in the dish. “Simon scared ‘em shitless.”

Laswell scoffs. Shaking her head, she drops the file on the desk with a slap before sitting down herself—rubbing her tired face. Her gaze falls to you sitting alone in the room, her brow furrowed tight. In all his years of working with her, Price doubts he’s seen someone get under her skin like this in a long time.

“We can’t wait for answers—not with the news spreading like this.”

He hums. “You’re right. We can’t.”

“Then what do you suggest we do?” She asks, genuinely. “Because this isn’t working. The kid's not talking until we tell them what's going on."

Price is silent for a moment. None of the team had expected anyone else to catch wind of your location so quickly—nor had they expected such an organization like the Shadow Company to get involved. What was supposed to be a silent search-and-rescue mission turned into something more of an ambush. Something Price knows Graves will eventually seek repercussions for.

He feels his stomach twist from the thought, but he shakes it from his head. Right now, proving to you that you weren’t in any danger was his priority. The sooner you felt safe, the sooner you would answer questions—the sooner Price could formulate some semblance of a plan going forwards.

He pushes himself to his feet. “Then we'll just have to give 'em what they want."

Laswell sighs, “John—”

“We owe the kid answers, Kate,” He insists. "We have for a long time. Far too long."

“And if Graves or someone worse gets to them? What happens then…when they give up intel?” Laswell argues. “We’ll just have to keep them until they’re ready to give up answers. It’s the only way to make sure we don’t get compromised if shit hits the fan again.”

Price’s brow furrows. He looks back out into the interrogation room for a moment, at how you stare down at the table wiping your bruised face on your sleeves. Laswell is right, of course—she usually is. If you gave up sensitive information to save your own skin after everything you’ve been through, nobody would blame you. It could ruin everything, and it would be his fault, but that’s a risk he’s willing to take.

He turns to Laswell again, his voice low as he steps closer. Palms flat on the desk, he leans down to her level. “Then we’ll just have to make sure that doesn’t happen, yeah?”

Laswell just stares at him for a second, her gaze hard in calm resolve. She seems to consider his preposition, carefully weighing the pros and cons as she searches Price’s gaze for any hint of self-doubt. As usual, she finds none.

She sighs again, shakes her head, and reaches for the pack of cigarettes on the table.

"Fifteen minutes, Captain." She says, resolute, as she lights a cigarette between her teeth. "That's all you get."

Fifteen minutes. He’s saved lives with less, but yet he still finds himself taking a nervous breath as he grasps the doorknob anyway. Up until this point he hasn't officially met you. In a perfect world, he probably never would have needed to.

He swallows the lump in his throat and opens the door.

Immediately, your eyes dart up to meet his. Your expression is a tangled mess of things. Fear, maybe. Anger, definitely. There’s sadness and anxiety in there, too, as Price meets your gaze for a moment before padding inside. He makes a point to leave the door open behind him as he walks forwards, pulls the chair out, and sits down with his hands on the table. Your legs are pulled up to your chest now; arms hugging your knees as you stare up at him—defensive.

Like you're a cornered animal ready to bite.

You are, but that's besides the point.

He regards you for a moment, attempting to look past how you have your father’s eyes—bright and focussed and unrelenting underneath the deep, puffy bruise on your left eyelid. The wound looks old, at least by a few hours, so he knows it wasn’t caused by any of his men. Even the Shadows wouldn’t swoop so low as to hurt you without reason.

"Nice eye," is all he says.

Immediately, you look away, suddenly self-conscious as you wipe at the aching, bruised flesh. It hurts, that’s for sure, but you do a good job at hiding it.

"The other guy looked worse," you lie.

"A soldier?"

"No…" you clear your throat and shift, your shoulders easing just a little from exhaustion. "No. Some kid. Long story.”

"Ah," he chuckles a little, as if you aren't sitting across from him with your hands still stained in some dead guy's blood. "Somehow, I don't doubt that."

"Who are you?"

Hm. The dreaded question. For a second, Price debates how much he should tell you—and he knows Laswell is holding her breath hoping he'll hold his tongue, but you deserve answers. It's the least he could do.

The dog tags feel like they were burning a hole in his pocket.

"Captain John Price. British Special Air Service." He answers through a sigh as he sits back in his chair. "But you can just call me Price."

That furrow in your brow loosens just a little. Slowly, you remove your arms from around yourself, letting your shoes hit the linoleum flooring. Maybe you recognized his name somehow, or maybe you’re just relieved to be talked to like a human and not a cornered animal—but you’re more relaxed than you have been that whole day.

"And the woman?" You press.

"A friend," Price answers honestly. "She helped us find you. You can trust her, too."

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?"

Price hesitates at that, glancing towards the one-sided mirror where he can feel Laswell watching. Then, he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out the dogtags. He tosses them over and they slide across the metal table before landing in your hands. You turn the metal chips over in your palm, tracing the enamel with shaky hands. When you look back up at Price, it's in disbelief.

They're your father's.

"To make a very long story short: over a year ago he had a mission," Price begins. "Your old man was tasked with disarming a missile. He succeeded, changed the code...and died before he could deliver it. As of a month ago, it's been missing.”

It's a grossly summarized version of what happened over the course of the past year and a half, but Price figures he’ll spare you the details. Details like how your father was tortured for months before he was finally killed while escaping. Details like while he was stuck in enemy territory—you were all he would write about. Your interests. Your face. Your words.

You're silent for a moment, squeezing the cold metal in your palms. When you speak, it's quiet.

"That's a lie," you argue. "Dad died when I was five. In Mexico."

Price nods.

“Maybe,” he says quietly. “But, like his kid—he wouldn’t go down easy.”

You let out a breath, sitting back against the chair as you digest the information handed to you. He watches dots string together in your mind as you mull over your whole life up until that very moment. He knows what you’re thinking of already; not because he ever met the man personally, but because with the past few months he spent reading and rereading every letter, email, and assignment report—he feels like he did. He knows you’re rethinking every letter your father sent you right up until his supposed “death" and every call promising his return soon.

He knows it’s a lot to take in, and that aching guilt in his chest rears its ugly head. He wished he could do more—apologize on behalf of your father, reassure you things would be fine, take you back to your home…but, alas, all of those things were impossible. So, instead, he’d answer whatever question you asked.

Because that was all he could do.

Almost a full minute passes before you speak again, quietly. "And why, exactly, am I so important?"

"Because your father kept a journal,” he answers promptly. “In that journal, he said you knew the code.”

You laugh bitterly. “It’s not like he was around to tell me—I don’t know shit.”

“I figured,” he sighs, nodding. “So, until we figure things out…you’re sticking with me and my men."

You bristle again, shoulders tensing. "I never agreed to that."

"I never gave you the choice," John hardens his tone, not leaving any room for argument. "It's what your father would've wanted. Those were his last orders."

At that, you fall quiet; your face scrunched with frustrated anger and unshed tears as you look away to steel yourself. John sighs and softens again.

"You’ll have a temporary room for the next few days. Then, Friday; you, me, and my team are moving to a different base to plan and gather intel. Everyone here answers to me, and if any of ‘em give you trouble—I’m never far away.”

He leans in close.

"I'm sorry, kid. Really," he says, "but you can't go home."

Finally, you nod in understanding, your gaze falling to the table. Lost in thought again, another long moment passes. He watches as you look down at the dog tags before, hesitantly, lifting them up and over your neck. They fall to rest at your chest as you clasp them before looking up at Price. You won’t ask the question—won’t admit what you’re thinking—but he meets your gaze with calm resolve as he speaks again.

"You'll be safe here," he says. “Alright?”

You purse your lips, thinking. John almost holds his breath, waiting for your response. Conflicting emotions swim in your eyes as you squeeze the metal on your neck.

He pretends not to notice the tears pricking your eyes as you swallow heavily and nod.

“Yeah…yes,” you choke out. “Not like I have anywhere to go, anyway."

After that, things go smoother. There were supposed to be more tests—more questioning, interviewing, and other supposedly mandatory things that would get everyone nowhere. Instead, Price decides to bypass all of it with Laswell’s permission. The walk to your room is silent, and he assures you, again, that nothing will happen to you here. He apologizes profusely, but he’s not sure you truly hear any of it—simply nodding and thanking him before the door is shut, and the halls are quiet.

Only then does he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, slipping his hat off to run his hand back through his hair. There’s paperwork he has to do, a briefing to attend to, and he still has yet to touch base with Soap and Ghost about what exactly happened earlier that day. Despite it all, though—he feels somehow lighter. Months of tracking down your father’s only family coming to a close now that you were found and safe. Or, maybe, it was just because the dog tags were weighing him down.

Nevertheless, he barely spares himself a moment to recollect before his hat is placed back on his head, his expression is hardened again, and he finds himself walking back down the hallway—already itching for another cigar.

It was going to be a long fucking week.

@brokenpieces-72 @warenai

#kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #call of duty #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty x reader #call of duty reader insert #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john price x reader #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader

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jel-jel-jel · 2 years

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PSA (Public Salmon Announcement)

For some reason, it seems, everyone thinks that the taller platforms on Gone Fission Hydroplant are where to go during the Salmon Rush wave. THIS IS NOT TRUE. So I've made a quick visual aid to show people where the chokepoint ACTUALLY is, and why it's better. Explanation and Tips under cut.

Image A: When it starts getting dark at the beginning of a wave, it's best to run to Platform C, so you have time to (re)ink the area. Prepare for Glowflies to happen, even if it ends up being fog, or Mothership. It's better to be safe than being covered in Glowflies and scrambling to get to the chokepoint. If you or a coworker aren't at the chokepoint, GET THERE. Spam "This Way!" if you need to.

Image B: Why is Platform C better?? Well, looking at the diagram above, I've shown two possible routes that the line of Salmonids will travel, depending on where the person with the Glowflies is. Salmonids will pour in from two sides of the map. Sometimes the left, sometimes the right, sometimes BOTH sides at the same time. This is why Platform C is more safe to use than Platforms A and B. No matter the direction the Salmonids come from, they will have to approach from the single pathway up to Platform C, making them much easier to deal with. While on Platforms A & B, there are TWO potential pathways that the Salmonids could take to get to you AT THE SAME TIME. Even if they only came from one direction, you would have to guess where they'd come from next. But on Platform C, they will ALWAYS travel to this single pathway. Please use it to your advantage!

Tip A: After a few seconds, the Glowflies will switch to another person on your team (or you), so there's no reason to separate from them. The handy thing about egg throwing, is that you don't need to move from the chokepoint to deposit your eggs. Take a second to refill your ink tank, and continue shooting at Chums and Goldies, giving your coworkers the opportunity to do the same. They will also ignore players that do not have Glowflies on them, so it's safe to have one person depositing eggs while the other three fend off Salmonids. Just don't stray to far in case the Glowflies latch on to you next.

Tip B: A lot of Salmon Run guides advise that, if you are target of Glowflies, that you climb a wall and let the Salmon collect under you, allowing your teammates to easily take care of them. I have to STRONGLY advise against this, however. Firstly, you can't help shoot Salmonids if you're clinging to the wall, meaning they will be splatted a bit more slowly. It's essentially leaving your coworkers one person short. You also can't revive fallen teammates. Secondly, like mentioned before, the Glowflies will move on to someone else in a short amount of time. Having to switch out who gets to sit on the wall wastes time, and can be tricky, depending on where this wall is. It's a risky move, and may separate you from your team too much. And finally, it's just less hassle to use the normal chokepoint. There's no need to try to "cheat" the game, using the chokepoint is already the easiest way to deal with a Salmon Rush. Obviously, do whatever works, but not everyone you play with will want to use this strategy, so it's best just to do what everyone else is doing (which should be using CHOKEPOINT ON PLATFORM C. PLEASE.)

Thank you for reading :) Feel free to tell your friends! And now go commit more war crimes in the squid game

#ive lost TOO MANY SALMON RUSH WAVES LATELY OK #spamming (this way) isnt enough apparently #pleas listent to me :(#splatoon #splatoon 3 #salmon run #salmon run next wave #this can be reposted anywhere btw i encourage it actually #my art #i guess??? lol

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crimeronan · 7 months

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guys. okay. rubs my temples.

i have blacklisted every word u can Possibly think of to block posts i do not want to see and somehow keep seeing them. so Please know that this is not a shit-starting post. hence why it's unrebloggable. because i legitimately just want to communicate to people in my immediate sphere.

it is... Not Acceptable Or Appropriate... to make/reblog posts referring to a collective of "jews" or "jewish people" in response to israel's genocide of palestine.

what i mean by this are posts along the lines of "what jews don't realize is-" "i wish american jews knew-" "can't wait to watch jewish bloggers come up with the worst takes imaginable-" etc etc etc.

it is similarly Not Acceptable Or Appropriate to refer to rabbis, synagogues, jewish practice, and other aspects of judaism/jewish culture as a monolithic hivemind that's loyal to israel. this includes "you're all being brainwashed by your rabbis/synagogues" "synagogues are zionist institutions" "stop speaking hebrew until your people stop committing war crimes" etc etc etc.

your kneejerk reaction (if u are a leftist goy) will likely be along the lines of: but it's simply like referring to a collective of british people or american people wrt imperialism, colonialism, and war crimes. you don't mean LITERALLY all jews, just like you don't mean literally all brits or americans.

this is unfortunately a false equivalence because of the antisemitic history and violence behind the idea of Monolithic Jews and Dual Loyalties. there is a quick overview of some of The Problems here; jewish scholarship and discussion of this is incredibly broad and varied... because jewish people are incredibly broad and varied.

like i'm fucking begging. you have Got to knock it off. i was gonna say something snide about how it's telling that i'm seeing a lot more posts About The Jews than about the fundamentalist christians who fanatically support israel's right-wing fascist govt, but like.... god i don't care i don't care i don't want to be writing this. It Just Sucks.

That's It. It Just Sucks

while i'm here, since i don't plan to talk about this anymore unless i have important resources to share: ACTUAL helpful things you can do are to keep an eye on the news and communicate with your own governments. for americans (just bc i am american) -- the biden administration has pledged to work with israel to allow humanitarian aid into gaza. it's important that the public pressure for that to happen continues & that the documentation of what's happening in palestine continues.

the more you guys turn your issue into an issue with "the jews" or "jewish people," the more time we're going to waste explaining why this is not acceptable or appropriate. which is frustrating because there is shit out there that Matters A Whole Lot Fucking More Right Now.

so keep talking about what matters. and please please PLEASE think for two seconds before you make any posts referencing jewish people.

#if u did not know about the dual loyalty history. i would recommend that u not make/reblog any posts about jewish people at all period.#given that like. u do not know enough to recognize and stop dogwhistles from proliferating in ur stuff. u know.#antisemitism #israel #palestine #current events #long post #i am a goy my jewish partner of 8 years HAS read this over and approved it prior to posting tho.

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chococolte · 2 years

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Can I hold a yandere zhongli, cause I feel like since he’s the oldest i wanna pamper him

word count. 458

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. the things i would do to hold zhongli in my hands. the crimes i would commit

Your hands are warm.

That is the first thought in Zhongli's mind. Your hands are unspeakably warm, and feel like sunlight seeping through his skin. He leans into your palms, eyes half-lidded.

This is a sight only for you to see.

A calm pink dusts his cheeks. His mind unfurls with thoughts of you. The steady rhythm of your breath, his favorite sound; the pulse he can feel beating within your wrists.

It is not so wrong to think of you as the sun, he realizes— you are bright like sunbeams, interwoven like sunrays, kind like gleams of light. When he basks in your presence, the scars long etched into the vestige of his soul stop aching for a brief moment. In the comfort of your hold, he feels as though he has finally come home after millennia of fighting.

In the barren wastes of war, there is little time for love. The ones you care about can be ripped away from you in an instant. Zhongli has already felt that pain once before.

Maybe he has never truly realized that it's over, now. No more fighting has to be done. Liyue does not need him anymore. He can finally rest and be at peace, yet his mind still clings to the ichor on his blade and the memories of final breaths long taken.

With you, it is as though he can finally be. There is no more need to hold tight onto the handle of his polearm, no need to worry about matters he need not worry himself for.

"Let me hold you," you say, moving forward and holding his head to your chest. Zhongli does not dare to refuse you. He thinks he's long been unable to.

Every part of you is stunning. As his eyes finally flutter close with a soft cadence, he's all the more sure of it. How could he not love the sun; that which brightens the world with its every rise? How could he not love you; wonderful, beautiful you?

You are not merely the sun. You are the moon, benign in your glory. The stars in the blanket of night shimmer next to you, but are unable to capture his attention. Zhongli can only think of you— of the softness of your touch, the gentleness with which you breathe.

Next to you, perhaps he too is only a star. Such a strange thing to imagine, given his past. Once, he may have believed himself to be the sun in his youthful arrogance. The center of Liyue.

Now, he realizes, as your lips connect with his temple, that he was never the heart of it all. Liyue's people were.

"I love you," you say.

And among them, you shine the brightest.

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere #genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere zhongli #zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader #gender neutral reader

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ghouljams · 9 months

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You mentioned once that Price's demon darling is also named Price and that has had me thinking for like days now. How would her powers work compared to the other demon darlings we've seen? I've been like binge reading all of your series and they are all so good.

Price's demon is fun, because I don't know how he got them. He might have summoned them like Soap did, he might have earned them like Ghost/König, I don't know. But what Price needed in a demon was an interrogator, a negotiator, something that could get the information he needed no matter the price. That's who he got, and he's managed to keep a lid on their existence for as long as he's had them. Mostly because he doesn't want the jokes about the demon sharing his name.

Price's demon's name is subject to change because it's a little confusing to tag.

Sometimes to be the good guy, you have to be the bad guy. Price knows this better than anyone. He knows that the rules of engagement only matter if you get caught, and that war crimes are a dime a dozen where people aren't looking. He knows he's never going to see the pearly gates or come face to face with an angel, he's made his peace with it. At the end of the day the only person he has to be alright with is himself.

And you, of course, but that's a separate issue.

He stands now, in front of what anyone would consider a waste of space. It's a tidy operation, as far as trafficking goes, but the people operating it only ever seem to come in one make and model. Slimey.

The man duct taped to the chair spits on Price's boots, swears at him, doesn't seem to be the least bit cooperative. "Sweetheart," Price calls to the room at large. He knows your here somewhere.

"You know that's not my name," You tell him stepping out of the jagged shadows. You're used to this song and dance by now, done it enough times.

"Then stop responding to it," he tells you with just a hint of fondness in his eyes.

"Maybe I will," you grab the trafficker by the back of his head and force it back, "maybe I'll go to the brass and report you for harassing me."

"Empty threats get us nowhere," Price smiles, watching as you push one of your thumbs against the corner of the man's eye. He flinches and jerks away from you, or tries to. Your grip on him is unyielding. He screams when you pop his eye free from the socket, and sever the nerves with one of your nails.

"Let's see what you've been up to," you mumble, standing and tossing the eye into your mouth. It pops like jelly under the sharp points of your teeth, and you pick through the visual data for what you need. Codes, passwords, people he saw, documents signed, maps and transportation logs. You're careful to carve your findings into the man's chest so you don't forget. Dragging your nail through his skin, writing with blood and flesh. Price hands you his phone and you take a picture to send to Laswell.

"Eardrums next," Price tells you.

"No, please, I can talk, I'll tell you what you want to know." The man begs. You twist his head to the side and lengthen your nails.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but your participation isn't really necessary," You dig your nails into his ear canal like needle nose pliers. Maybe you should've eaten his voicebox first, see what he's been saying, it would've made this process a lot quieter.

When you're finished the man is full if holes and you're full of intel. Price hands you a towel to wipe your hands off, and scrub the blood from your lips. He catches you when you turn away from the body, takes the towel to get a last streak of blood off your cheek.

"Good work Price," he hums, you grin.

"Thank you Captain." He says your name so rarely, you try to enjoy it when he does. You hook your fingers in his tac vest to pull him closer. His eyes dart to your lips, but when you lean in to kiss him he leans back.

"We're still working sweetheart," his fingers stroke your cheek to keep you from pouting.

"Later then?" You ask.

"After you've brushed your teeth," he agrees. You gasp in mock offense, and he smiles. You have a long day ahead of you.

#demon!darlings au #john price mw2 #john price x reader #captain john price #john price x oc #x oc #oc: Price #its so weird writing Price and Price lol #demon price only gets nicknames because it makes Price feel like hes married to say her name #tw gore #tw eye horror #tw torture

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ordinarybry · 3 months

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Repose

Your harem is made up of 3 men who think you are a goddess and who worship you as one. One of them comes to you to confess something.

Tw; underlying yandere tendencies, reverse harem, Fyodor Nikolai and Sigma are concubines, Female reader, no body or skin color descriptors, reader briefly mentioned to have hair, Nikolai is horny 24/7, all 3 have their abilities in separate AU, all 3 have done questionable things, murder, violence (brief), religious mentions, sexual themes, reader described as (Lady, Grace, Queen, goddess, light, love, dove, angel), bed described as a nest (non abo).

Hidden behind long wisps of curtain in a royal chamber three bodies lay entangled within the others limbs. Silken sheets weaved through and between warm skin and stray pillows around the large cushioned mattress.

White and lavender cropped hair scattered along the torso his head laid on, ear resting upon his Lady’s navel as his lower body covered in a pair of soft briefs lay lax within the loose sheets along the curve of his lady’s calves and feet. A second body lay partially upon the woman’s upper body, his head curled downward as his lips kissed upon her roots. Soft waves of snow shortly curled around his features, the scar on his left eye distracted the dark haired man watching from the single section of long hair previously freed from its braid curling somewhere around the man’s back.

Fyodor supposed the entire bed was a piece of art at this point, but the centerpiece was the beauty that laid bare between two of her concubines. A thin dew laid on her skin that reflected and shimmered in the golden light peeking through the stained glass directly behind the headboard of their nest.

The sight reminded the man of what he and his fellow harem members had to do to get here, to step through the chambers of a goddess and be permitted to stay through the night; though, memories of their sins came and passed quickly. ‘A worthy price to experience this art, only a Goddess could be so perfect.’

Like a bend of flowing water, his lady had washed the blood staining their palms away. Their sins reposed in her wake, for sullied hands are unworthy of her skin. His body had moved to the side of her nest, fingers caressing her hair. “It is time to wake my love .” his whisper had been heard as her lashes fluttered, sleep slowly left her being.

Although Fyodor wished to continue watching her wake, he had come to confess.

Softly kneeling before her, Fyodor lowered his head. Eyes closed, he whispered solemnly “I wish to confess my sin, if you will hear me.”

She turned her body slightly, rising on an elbow. This was not the first time Fyodor had kneeled before her with the intention of confessing a crime, and although she had continuously told him he need not be so formal, she knew the man needed this.

He needed her to listen, needed her to judge him, or he would not rest.

Reaching for his cheek, she gave him her full attention despite the man behind her resting his arm under her breasts and nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“I will hear you.”

“Your grace, I have sullied myself once again. After you retired to your chambers, I heard a conversation outside of the war hall. The king’s hand was speaking lies. He spoke deceitfully of you to the king.”

“What lies did he speak, Fyodor?”

“He said that you being named the heir to the crown was folly, that you are unfit to rule without a husband and that the king should marry you to the eldest prince of Kou to unite our armies and continue his strong line. He said that you must bear a child of royal blood or your worth would simply be wasted.”

“..and what did the king say?”

“The king denied you would need a husband to guide your people to prosperity and spoke of how much the people adore you. "The people’s heir” he said. He said he would not be insulted by his own hand undermining his decision to name you Queen and that he would hear nothing more. Then, his hand said that he had already sent a raven to the Kou and that the prince would be arriving within a fortnight to claim your hand.”

“I see. I don’t mean to rush this along but, Fyodor, to what sin are you confessing?”

“Murder.”

“Who has been murdered?”

“The hand of the king.”

This confession caused Sigma, who had been only lucidly listening to the conversation, to turn onto his stomach and set his wide eyes upon the side of Fyodor’s face. As Sigma shifted closer to hear Fyodor better, Nikolai’s cat-like grin came to light as he too removed his focus from his angel to his friend. Nikolai, shameless and eccentric, had long since stopped bothering his lady with hearing his sins. He merely giggled, this confession is much more interesting than past confessions.

“Fyodor, do you mean to tell me that you murdered the hand of the king for speaking ill of me and sending an invitation for a suitor?”

“That, your grace, and, I have always hated him for never seeing you as you are and only being interested in you bearing children, as if he thinks of you as a breeding sow. I waited until the king left the room and used my ability to punish him for his crimes. Then I threw his body out the window.”

She thought for a moment. Of course, nobody would know it was Fyodor who killed her father’s advisor, she had Sigma purge any information about Nikolai and Fyodor’s abilities long ago in fear of being accused of using them to quicken her ascension. Although, one could say they are putting her coronation as Queen on the fast track, but if she were being honest- there was only one time she had asked for the punishment of another. Her Nikolai was quick to take the job and from how terrified Sigma seemed when returning to her after supervising Nikolai’s work, she could tell that Nikolai did his work well. That was the only time she had asked her harem to intervene with someone, all other times, even those she did not know of, had nothing to do with her and her wishes.

Oh the trouble these men have caused her in the past. Despite this, she had never regretted taking them in as her concubines. The passion they held for her, an eternal flame of devotion, had been what captured her interest. To put it simply, she did not plan to marry. She would rule as Queen with her harem at her sides, no husband needed.

There was no point in worrying about others finding the king's advisor dead, the murder could not be traced back to Fyodor. She truly had nothing to worry about, and if she were being honest, she wanted the man dead long ago anyways.

“You are forgiven for your sins. Now, please, join us. I could sleep a while longer.”

Nikolai giggled again behind her, “How today's confession was like poetry! I am envious of you Fyodor, you had our dove’s attention for so long this morning! I want some attention now my lady, please, I promise I’ll be good!” He spoke as he squeezed her midsection and rubbed his cheek along her shoulder. As he placed a few kitten licks on her neck, Sigma had untangled himself from the bedsheets. “Have you no shame, Nikolai? Her grace asked to sleep a bit longer and you are showcasing yourself bare and excited against her wishes!”

Nikolai huffed as he was hit in the face with a pillow “Shameless am I? I disagree, I think myself free. Free to freely show how much I wish to pleasure my dove for freeing me. Besides, she has never refused me before..”

“Now, Kolya, if I am not going to get to sleep longer, I can think of someone in this room who could use my warmth more than you right now.”

Fyodor looked up finally as his savior, his light, rose a single finger in his face and curled it in her direction twice. He softly smiled, Nikolai whining about ‘fairness’ as Fyodor rose softly. He reached for his tunic clasps, but it seemed his lady did not wish to watch him strip naked today.

She rose to her knees and held his hands in hers over his tunic before leaning to his ear to whisper “allow me, love. Just lie down, let me forgive you and cleanse your body properly.”

Fyodor could have cried.

She always showed them gentle care, but seldom did she take the lead, and when she did, it confused Fyodor. She called it worshiping her boys, thanking them for their devotion to her, returning the favor for all of the times she has met her high from their tongues, showing her appreciation to how hard they work to protect her.

Fyodor knew as well as the others that she never had to do such things. It was always their devotion to her, they never expected anything in return, much less deserved anything in return. But whether their lady wished to spend her day basking in her sheets, being railed all night long, riding them to completion, or simply curling her body into theirs while reading a book, they would never refuse. Whatever she wished, it was their pleasure.

As Sigma dragged Nikolai to the washroom by his arm, he mentioned that the bath would be warm for them when they were ready to wash up, but Fyodor couldn’t think of anything but the woman above him. Brushing the tips of her fingers lightly over his pale chest, parting his tunic while staring into his mulberry shaded irises she watched his eyes close. His long straight lashes seemed to darken as his ears and nose began to flush a rogue shade.

‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘he truly is most beautiful like this, they all are.'

Being their goddess wasn't ever all that difficult, dare she say it almost came naturally to her. She had three men so devoted and passionate they were willing to commit atrocities in her name without a second thought.

During her descent down to Fyodor's carved hips, she couldn't help but wonder exactly how her boys would react to a certain redhead and his bandaged brunette friend traveling to the capital city to join her harem on her cousin's request.

And, of course, what they're going to do about the Kou prince who is presumably on his way here.

Maybe, just maybe, her harem boys would use the prince as a bonding activity with the new arrivals. 'hmmm...'

Part 2?

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f1oricide · 7 months

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Yan Michelangelo hc

OK so-

I literally had a thought abt this and it was so jarring and crazy I had to write abt it. Keep in mind that writing is NOT my strong suit so bare with me okay. Also for the record I don’t condone any of this stuff Irl okay, there’s a diff between fantasy and reality.

TW: dark, possessive themes, gore, blood, cannibalism, mentions of worship, nonconsensual touching (not sexual), kidnapping, delulu Mikey <3

When you guys first meet, after the initial freak out you might have, he gets attached quick

It’s love at first sight <3

Could you blame him tho? He’s socially outcasted from society ofc not-

Anything you want? You got it! He will do anything to get that thing you barely mentioned wanting, no matter what

He would definitely try budding in every time your with anybody but him

Skateboarding with Leo? He happens to walk in with a skateboard. Having a tea party with Raph? You guys look like your running out of tea, but don’t fear! Your new butler is here!

Point is, he’s fine with sharing your time because like all good things, it’s even better when shared! He just has to be there too…you don’t mind right?

Won’t mind if you get a partner…

Just don’t expect to hear from them if they have the AUDACITY to make you so much as frown-

He doesn’t need to be your center of attention 24/7, he’s a secure turtle after all. He just wants to be near you, to keep you happy and safe!

Even if you can’t tell he’s there-

He is a VERY Delusional Yandere, you can be doing the most devious, horrendous war crimes and he’ll still think your a saint, everyone else is in the wrong for being in your way

Anyone who talks bad abt you, well… you can’t waste perfectly tenderized meat can you!

Real talk for a sec, I see a lot of people hc Mikey to be a heavy worshipper but I don’t think he’d think your a GOD, going down on his knees for you, but I think he’d see you as a angel and treat you as such

How? Lots and LOTS of cuddles (even if you don’t want to), positive affirmations, and overall codling

Cutie pie, angel, sweet potato, expect lots of cheesy nicknames

Now onto the juicy stuff-

Cooking, in his opinion, is a form of ART! Something to express himself with while also sharing that experience with his loved ones

Putting so much blood sweat and tears into perfecting his craft, creating a delectable meal for all

So imagine his (not so) sudden shock when he starts fantasizing abt you…eating him…literally…

HEAR ME OUT OKAY PLEASE-

In that one meat sweats ep, he was SO DOWN TO BE EATEN, because he sees Rupert in a higher light, he’s his idol!

He put his own blood sweat and tears for you, your his everything! This is his declaration of love for you and you alone, the one dish he won’t give to anybody else

At first he felt an immense satisfaction when you chowed down on the dishes he made specially for you, the sight made his chest swell!

But soon that feeling faded, something inside him started wanting more, until it eventually became Mikey’s every waking thought, pounding against his ribs until it’s satisfied again

So he did what any rational person would do! Invite you down for a taste test! Hah you thought I would say kidnapping didn’t you?

…

Well your right, he may or may not have laced those pastries you were taste testing

“Think of it as a forever slumber party! I knew you’d be just as excited as me, can’t hold in those happy tear too huh? :’)”

He really believes you want to stay as much as he wants you to stay, doesn’t matter what you do, you’ll always be his saint, wanting to stay by his side <3

You have a specially made “room” hidden in his room, that you stay in

Has all the necessities and everything, thanks dee

He often comes by to chat, make arts and crafts, and cuddle you, he’s barely out of his room even his brothers start to worry

Can’t have his brothers believe your…”funny” jokes now huh? They’d ruin the fun!

Starts to ever so slowly try to get you to agree with his… idea

Slowly starts incorporating more meat into the meals he makes you, mentioning how turtle is a delicacy in some places- you get the idea

But in Mikey fashion, he doesn’t like to wait to get what he wants

He suddenly starts asking you strange questions from, “did you know that cute hamsters cannibalize each other? CRAZY right!?” To “have you ever wanted to know what turtle taste like..?”

Eventually his patience thins and nervously asks the big question, but you’d understand right? Ofc you would! He shouldn’t be so nervous around you!

Ofc after hearing his request you start to understandably freak out, will he want to take a bite out of you too? Is this it? You don’t want to die like this!

Don’t worry! he could never ruin perfection, your a work of art!

(He’ll be happy breaking your skin with his teeth and lapping up the blood tho)

Surprisingly, he won’t FORCE you to do it, but be prepared for his mighty persistence and requests

He’s pretty much trying to hype you up

If you cave he is OVER THE MOON

He is inside you.. LITERALLY (idk how else to phrase it don’t be weird pls-)

Constant praise and affection is what you earn while you contemplate what you had just done

If you don’t cave, he’ll start to get a bit aggressive with his hype, and starts slowly giving you less and less food you until you do it-

Before he kidnapped you he was a bit clingy, but AFTER? Attached to your hip 24/7 baby

5/10 experience, you will be scarred for life leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth. But other than that expect lots and lots of cuddles and delicious not human food!

Sorry if it’s a bit all over the place, pls lmk if I made a spelling/grammar mistake. Writing this was actually very fun, I might do more in the future until I draw again. Maybe I’ll do both!Okay thx for reading tho bye :>

-f1oricide <3

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #fanfic #yandere rottmnt #yandere #yandere mikey #yandere Michelangelo #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #x reader #yandere x reader #crazy shit

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theplaid-wearingmoose · 1 year

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Crazy ~Namor x Reader smut for anon~

An NSFW where the reader is willing to kill Namor to protect their children from him. (Note: His crazy ass likes it a little too much.)

Warning: overbearing/ borderline violent Namor. (Nobody gets seriously hurt)

You had no idea what had come over your king. You were reading with your children in their bedroom when you heard crashing and shouts of his rage. Your two children jumped in your arms and you held them to you tightly. "Ma'alo'ob (it's alright), don't worry. Your father is just having a bad day." You reassured them. You rose to your feet and gently stroked their heads. "Stay here. I will take care of this." You said, calmly.

Before you could find your husband, he came storming into the childrens' bedroom. His eyes were large and wild. He was breathing heavy and looked fresh from battle. "In yakunaj (my love), what has happened? What's wrong?" "The surface dwellers! They would threaten Talokan with war over our vibranium! I have waited too long to strike...I must destroy them all NOW!" His voice thundered through the large room, scaring your children.

Your son and daughter whimpered at their father's voice and clung to your skirt. His wild eyes were drawn to them and you could see his anger take over him. "Why do you cry?! Crying is weakness! We must be strong against our enemy!" He shouted, pacing quickly. "Stop that, you are frightening them." You scolded. He whirled around to look at you. "THEY SHOULD BE! Our enemy will try to destroy every last one of us to get what they want! We cannot be weak!"

He lunged forward and grabbed your son's arm, yanking him away from you. "My children will learn to be strong! They will be powerful like their father. They will rule over the surface dwellers like the K'uk'ulkan!" He shouted. Your son began to cry harder in his grip. You hardly recognized your husband. He was like a man possessed. You quickly moved your daughter behind you and unsheathed your dagger from it's hidden place in the folds of your dress. You pointed right at your husband's neck, glaring at him.

"Tu ch'a'ajo'oltaj.....Bejla'e'! (Release him....now!)" You hissed. Surprise flashed across his face for a brief moment before being replaced with a smirk. "Would you kill me, in yakunaj?" Your glare and dagger remained steadily fixed on him. "Let go of our son this instant and I will consider sparing you." You growled. He remained still for a second, the sound of your children sniffling was the only sound to be heard in the room. Finally, your husband released your son slowly, raising his hands in surrender. Your son ran back over to you. You bent to kiss the top of his head, dagger still prepared to defend him. "Take your sister and leave us. I will find you later. Go now, my darlings." You gently demanded. Your son wasted no time in grabbing his sister's hand and running quickly from the room.

"Well that was something, in reina (my queen). I did not think you would ever turn your weapon on me." "I did not think I would ever have to. But when you threaten our children, I will not hesitate, Namor." He flinched like you had burned him. "Am I your enemy now, in yakunaj?" He growled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. "You tell me, K'uk'ulkan?" You replied, venom present in your tone.

With lightning speed, he flew at you. He knocked your dagger from your hand and pushed you against the wall. His mutant strength kept you pinned there, despite your struggling. His smirk grew wider on his face. "You look so beautiful when you are fiery like this, in reina. The surface people would tremble in fear if they could see you like this." You huffed and struggled harder against him. "I don't think so, my love. You threatened the king. That is a crime and you will be punished."

His knee shoved between your legs, forcing them apart. You moaned as his lips attacked your neck "So...me threatening your life turns you on?" You spat, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his touch was working on you. "It is your passion and fierceness that make me like this, my princess. You should know by now I love to see you like that." You rolled your eyes both in annoyance and pleasure as his thigh pressed against your clit. "I can feel you getting wet for me, in reina. Just give in to me, let me take you like this." He murmured against your skin. His hands released yours and slid down to your hips.

You let out a harsh growl as your grabbed his face and pulled it yours. His hands quickly flew back up and tangled in your hair. Shivers ran down your spine as he scratched his fingers on your scalp. You lifted your skirts up, giving you access to your wetness. Wasting no time, his fingers were inside you as he sucked on your neck. He groaned as your nails dragged down his back. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, his hips keeping you pressed up against the wall. "Inside me, in ajawo". (my king) You demanded, pushing down his green shorts. "As you wish, in reina."

The two of you cried out loudly as he pushed fully inside you. You held onto him tight as he set brutal pace. Your breasts bounced in his face and he couldn't stop himself from burying his face in them. You moaned his name as he filled you, hitting the right spot with every stroke. "Ohhh yes, my K'uk'ulkan! Take me!" You cried, pleasure coursing through every part of your body. His smirk was back on his face when you looked at him. "You sound so beautiful giving me orders, in reina. Do I make you feel good?" He moaned. You nodded fast and pulled at his hair, crying out a "Yes!"

Your orgasm was fast approaching and you barely had time to alert him before it was crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. He put you down as you were coming down from your high. You felt him pressing on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. You huffed at him, wanting him to finish inside you. "You are still getting punished, in reina. I will finish inside you, but not there." He grinned, baring his teeth. Getting the hint, you sat up on your knees and let your mouth fall open. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and held your hair as you went to work on him. You took him as far in as you could, tasting yourself on him. His head fell back as you ran your tongue up and down his length. "I'm so close, princesa. Don't stop..." He rasped. You stroked and sucked him harder until he let out a loud moan and bucked into your mouth. You felt his warm cum spilling down your throat and swallowed all of it down.

When you thoroughly cleaned him up, he joined you on the floor and pulled you to him. "I apologize for my behavior, in yakunaj. The threat of the surface dwellers has terrified me. I do not wish to lose you, or our children, or our people." You sighed and laid your head on his chest. "I think you had better apologize to our children for scaring them. They should not have to live in fear of you when you get stressed." You stood and fixed your clothes. You began walking out of the room before turning back and flashing your husband a similar grin to the one he had given you earlier. "And you would be wise to remember, my king, that if you do that again I will not hesitate to stab you."

You ducked from the room leaving a shocked but aroused Namor sitting on the floor, reminded of exactly why he had married you.

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Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

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Part 7

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You were still alive. But for how long? You were in and out all the time in a state of unconsciousness. Your temperature wouldn't drop no matter how many cold washcloths Alicent and the maesters put on your forehead. The nerves in the room increased every time you whispered the names of your dead brothers or called your mother. Alicent wanted to believe you were just hallucinating but the maesters thought your family was calling you to join them in death. The truth is that the maesters were not helpful, they could not detect what kind of poison you get poisoned with so they were only taking care of trying to lower your fever and wait for your death, the only maestre who seemed not to have given up on you was the same one who had helped you give birth to your children. The old man along with Egg—your little brother refused to see how another member of his family died—and Tyland Lannister —the man knew that with you dead there would be no peace and surely the northerners would attack King's Landing to avenge your death so he needed you alive—they were searching like crazy in old books for some kind of solution.

"You're not really thinking of giving her that," Aemond said angrily, coming in after his brother.

Everyone could feel the tension in the castle. Your dragon's wailing was not helping to reassure people. In addition, Baelon and Aemon could be heard crying non-stop as if they could feel that something had happened to their mother or perhaps they were distressed by the screams of the servant, the one who had given you the wine, being tortured. They had been able to locate the servant thanks to one of Larys Strong's spies.

As soon as they handed over the young man, neither of your husbands wasted time and began torturing him to get any kind of information from him. It didn't take long because the servant snapped when Aemond broke his leg. He confessed that he did not know what the antidote was or the type of poison, that he had only followed Borros Baratheon's orders in exchange for a bag of gold dragons.

Both the king and the prince wanted to continue torturing the bastard but they couldn't waste time on that, they needed to get the antidote to keep you alive, so Aegon ordered the guards to continue the torture but not to kill him.

Borros Baratheon took the longest, complaining with every blow and cut the Targaryen brothers gave him but only confessed to the crime after Aegon threatened to cut off his cock. The Lord of Storm's End believed that Aegon would marry one of his daughters since at the beginning of the war they had arranged a betrothal with Daeron Targaryen but now that he was dead he thought that the king would take his brother's place so he put on furious when the news of your nuptials reached him. He was outraged that Aegon decided to marry you instead of one of his daughters after his house had fought on the side of the greens in the war.

Lord Baratheon thought that if you died the king would again look for another wife to give him an heir. The worst thing is that the idiot didn't know what poison he poisoned you with, the only thing he said is that he got the poison through a witch. And what a great coincidence that a raven from Alys Rivers arrived with the antidote. Aegon didn't even hesitate, as soon as his brother told him that this was the antidote, he took the vial and went to your chambers.

“What's going on?” Alicent asked, she had been left alone looking after you after she'd thrown the maesters out because she heard one whisper that she sensed the Stranger in the room.

"We are running out of time and it is the only solution we have" The king replied to the prince, ignoring his mother "Don't you trust your lover?"

"That witch is not my lover!" The prince denied, holding back so as not to hit his brother. "I don't trust that witch, why would I do it? She bewitched me into her bed "he tried to ignore the nausea he felt at the memory"Aegon, thinks a little. Alys Rivers has no reason to give us the antidote "he pronounced the name in disgust" I'm sure it's some potion to worsen my wife's condition "

"If so, why would she sign the letter?" replied his brother leaving him speechless. He was right. It didn't make sense that the witch would sign her name to let everyone know that she murdered the queen. Still, he didn't trust her, he didn't forget that Borros Baratheon had said that he got the poison from a witch.

"You should give her the antidote," Alicent said to her firstborn, surprising him by siding with her in this argument. Besides that Alicent was a religious person so it was strange that she also decided to trust the witch's antidote "I don't think it's another poison or something worse" she said now looking at her second son, who still looked reluctant "How did you find out her about this?"

"The witch said that she saw it in the flames" replied the prince.

"Nonsense" Alicent snorted feeling only hatred for the woman. That witch had hurt her son, she believed Aemond's story, she had seen with her own eyes how in love he is with you, how he loves you so she knew he would never cheat on you. That damned woman almost ruined her son's happiness and now she was doing it again. Now it wasn't just you and Aemond who were suffering, when you passed out Alicent thought Aegon looked like he was about to collapse until she saw the fire in his eyes and started barking orders non-stop. "Surely she put all this together to make herself the savior and get some favor, maybe she thinks that saving the queen will get her a place at court"

Aemond was silent considering his mother's words. She was probably right. In the last few weeks, she had gotten more than one raven from the witch asking when he was going to fetch her so she and her bastard could join the court. He burned every one of the letters and pretended they didn't exist. That had been a mistake. As soon as the first letter arrived he should have gone to Harrenhal and killed them but he hadn't wanted to leave King's Landing again, he hadn't wanted to leave you alone again.

“Then we will deal with the witch. She will not go unpunished,” Aegon promised his brother before turning all his attention to you. He started calling out to you as he gently shook you, hoping you would wake up.

"Father?" you said without opening your eyes. Aegon felt a hole in his heart, but he didn't bother to correct you instead he helped you drink the concoction.

"You'll be fine," he whispered to you, stroking your hair tenderly, as you drifted back to sleep.

Alicent ended up leaving the room, although the truth is that she didn't want to leave your side but she trusted that her children would take good care of you, just because Aemond asked her to take care of the children. Now not only the cries of the babies could be heard, but also that of Jaehaera.

In the following hours, the brothers stayed with you. They took care of cleaning you and changing your sweaty clothes for clean ones. Then they each settled next to you and took your hand. Then the eldest of the brothers took advantage of the fact that they were alone to talk about the topic that made him so curious.

"Alys Rivers," the king noticed how his brother tensed just hearing the woman's name. He had also noticed how pale he had turned when they received the witch's raven and the disgust with which he spoke of her "She is not your lover"

"I already told you" the prince replied curtly.

“I'm just saying that I believe you. You didn't want to sleep with that witch, she forced you"

When the news came in the middle of the war that Aemond had a lover and had gotten her pregnant, Aegon couldn't believe it. It made no sense to him how his correct brother could have fathered a bastard, let alone how he could hurt you like that.

Now he knew the truth thanks to Aemond. If he were another man, Aegon wouldn't have believed the story that he was put under a witch's spell and that's why he was unfaithful to his wife. But it was Aemond, and he could see his discomfort and anger every time they spoke of Alys Rivers. He even came to realize the fear of him. That's why he believed him because his brother was good at putting on a mask and hiding his feelings. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother scared.

"She knows?"Aegon asked, referring to you.

"She doesn't believe me" the prince admitted. Maybe he told him because he was tired and wasn't thinking. Or maybe just because it felt good to know that someone else believed him.

"You should tell him again about what happened to you with that witch. I'm sure he'll listen to you now, probably before the pain was very recent and he didn't want to know anything about your stay in Harrenhal"

Surprisingly, Aemond felt calm upon hearing his brother's words. Before he could answer you woke up coughing. Aegon wasted no time helping you sit down while Aemond poured you water.

“Thank you,” you said once you finished drinking everything “Are the kids okay? Egg? Jaehaera? Everyone is fine?"

Neither of your husbands was surprised that this is your first concern. They instantly reassured you that neither had been poisoned, that the kids had only been scared but were now in Alicent's care.

“Good” you sighed “I will definitely go down in history, the first day of my reign and I almost died. Oh gods, I already imagine people saying that it is a bad omen and I will bring misfortune to the kingdom” you frowned imagining all the muttering of the people. You would have to work hard to make people not give so much importance to the assassination attempt you suffered.

Neither you nor Aemond expected your words to bring Aegon to tears.

"I don't care what people say, we almost lost you," he said, throwing himself into a hug. You let Aegon cry into your chest. You felt sad to see him so distraught, you tried to reassure him by patting him on the back and reminding him that you were fine now.

"Come, come" you opened your arms and Aegon settled back to make room for Aemond. He hesitated for a moment, actually, he wanted to be alone with you but he knew that his brother was not going to leave your side, before joining the two of you.

Aemond watched the scene feeling uncomfortable, not knowing what to do, it's not like it was the first time he'd seen Aegon cry but he'd never seen him so broken. Now he was more than clear that his brother's feelings for you were not a whim but were real.

The prince also felt jealous because he also wanted to be in your arms, he was your husband first. You should be calming him down. He wasn't crying but that didn't mean he wasn't just as scared or worse than Aegon. Every minute you were unconscious was hell for Aemond. Not even when he fought in the Gods Eye was he as afraid as in those hours. He was so afraid that you won't wake up, so afraid of losing you. He had no idea what to do without you. He couldn't imagine a world without you.

"You should sleep. I'm sure you haven't slept for hours. Now you can rest, I'm fine and I promise to be with you when you wake up" you kissed both of their foreheads and the brothers felt warmth return to their bodies.

"Can you sing?" Aegon asked. At another time Aemond would have thought his brother was childish but this time he didn't find it annoying. What's more, he was grateful. He also wanted to hear your voice, he needed it, after spending hours without listening to you.

"Sure" you accepted before starting to sing, Aemond smiled as he recognized the song, it was the first song you two had danced together.

It didn't take long for your husbands to fall asleep. They were exhausted and after so much stress your presence, your warmth, and your sweet voice were a balm for them.

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