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fettuccin-e · 8 months

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Learn Your Lesson

Kinktober Day 6: Bondage

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, bondage, dom!miguel, unprotected piv, stoplight system established, degradation, punishment with sex, oral and fingering (f!recieving), dirty talk because i can't help myself, overstimulation, miguel being hot angry and feral (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: teehee dom Miguel make brain go brrr (For this month, I am using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You'd fucked yourself over on the last mission, disobeying Miguel’s direct orders, running straight into the line of fire. You’d gotten shot in the process, and though you’d healed just fine, Miguel hasn’t let you forget it. He hasn’t forgotten that you have to be punished for it.

He’s got you at his mercy, just how he likes it. Just how you like it, though you’ll never admit it to him, the cocky bastard.

Your arms ache with how they’ve been forced above you, Miguel’s webs pinning you to the wall, helpless and free to use just as he likes. Which apparently means making you cum until you cry, over and over, even as you beg him for mercy. His knees must hurt, they must, with how long he’s spent kneeling on the hard wooden floor, but it’s like he doesn’t care.

His claws dig into your thighs, not breaking the skin, but sending sparks of pain along your body. And God, the little bit of pain is nothing like the violent pleasure that rips through your body. He licks into your pussy like he’s starving for it, shoving his tongue as far as he can inside you. It’s not enough, it’s clear that it’s not enough for him as he snarls, hiking one of your thighs over his shoulder, spreading you wider for him as he eats your cunt desperately.

There’s nothing you can do but take it, unable to escape, wrap your fingers into his hair, anything.

“Miguel, fuck, please,” you whine as he licks into you, his nose digging into your clit. You don’t know if he’s ever going to stop at this point. You’re so wet, your slick and his spit smeared all over the insides of your thighs, all over his mouth. You feel him smile between your legs, and you want to smack him.

He takes a hand off your thigh to sink two deliciously thick fingers into your pussy, stretching you out as he gazes up at you. Fuck, he’s pretty. His hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat and your cum, his pupils blown wide as he pants between your thighs.

“What do you need, hermosa?” He rasps beneath you, working his fingers into you so deep, so perfect. His hands are so thick, so big, you wonder how you ever lived without them.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, your hips grinding into his hand. “Please fuck me, oh shit-” He manages to find the perfect and to grind the tips of his fingers into your g-spot, and your vision goes blurry for a moment with the pleasure of it all.

“Oh, mi amor, not yet,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a lesson to learn, baby. Fucking disobeying me in front of everyone, throwing yourself into danger.” He pulls his fingers out of you to land a mean slap to your aching clit, and you wail. “I can’t let that go, sweetheart,” he mutters, and shoves a third finger inside of you along with the first two, stretching you so fucking wide.

He leans forward, sealing your clit between his lips and sucking, and you can only gasp, not making a sound, as you cum again. You grind into his face as much as you can in this position, practically smothering him in your pussy as you ride it out. Miguel moans like he fucking loves it, playing with your clit with his tongue, his fingers pounding into your pussy at a near furious pace.

Your wrists pull fruitlessly at the webs binding them together, but Miguel doesn’t let up. It’s like he can’t, drowning himself between your legs.

He’s talking, muffled into your skin, but you can hear him, little gasps of “tastes so fucking good,” and “fuck, she’s clenching so fucking tight for me.” Whether he’s talking to you or to himself, you’re not really sure.

“Fuck me, please, please, fuck me,” you babble, frantic for it. You hardly feel human anymore, your body trembling against the wall, desperate for him to finally get up off the fucking floor and fuck you like only he can.

And finally, finally, it’s like Miguel hears you. He snarls through his fangs, his eyes going red around the edges, as he rises off the ground. He towers over you, even as you’re lifted off the ground by his webs, every bit the predator everyone believes him to be.

It makes your pussy gush between your thighs.

He pulls your thighs around his hips with clawed hands, yanking you forward onto his thick cock. He slides in so easily, your cunt practically sucking him in. He hammers into you without remorse, without mercy, and you can’t help how hot tears begin to fall down your cheeks at his onslaught.

“Fucking. Needy. Slut.” He snarls it through his fangs, punctuating each word with a violent thrust that has you gasping for air. “Can’t even take your fucking punishment like a good girl, begging me to fuck you like a whore.”

You wish that you could claw at his back, pull him into a kiss, but there’s nothing you can do. You can only let out choked moans as Miguel fucks you like a monster, using you like a toy, the pull in your arms making you feel like you’re a livewire, strung up and electrified.

He drives into your g-spot like a man possessed, making your head spin and your vision swim with overwhelmed tears. “We’re not done, baby, do you hear me?” He murmurs into your ear. “I’m going to fill this needy pussy up, just like you wanted.” You keen, nodding frantically, and Miguel chuckles, dark with promise. “And then I’ll get right back down between your legs, and eat this cunt until you’re begging me to stop. You’re going to learn your goddamn place.”

It’s so overwhelming, he’s so overwhelming, and you can’t fucking take it anymore. Your mouth gapes open, soundless, your eyes clenching shut as you clench and gush around his cock.

A sick sense of victory runs through your veins though, when Miguel groans, tucking his head into your neck as his hips still, filling you up so fucking perfect. You quake against him, held against his strong, warm body.

He presses a gentle kiss to your throat. “What’s your color, mi amor?” He whispers softly, and you feel your mind come back to you, just a little bit, with the question.

“Green,” you murmur, and you can feel Miguel’s feral grin as he pulls back to look at you, pressing his mouth to yours and kissing the breath from your lungs. You try to chase his lips as he pulls away, sinking to his knees all over again.

“You still have a lesson to learn, hermosa.”

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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TEASE ♡ NANAMI KENTO

nanami kento x fem!reader

"two orders of pie ala mode for nanami kento and anon please!"

ingredients? nanami has had enough of your teasing

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? teasing!reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!nanami, semi public sex, attempted road head [m!receiving], hair pulling, dumbification, some praise, mentions of oral [f!receiving]

sugar level? 1.7k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? i feel like my best smut works are for nanami, but you know what, can you blame me? there's just something about this man that makes me writing juices go brrr

bon appetit!

"ken, you look so good." you murmured softly from behind your boyfriend. your hands encircled his broad figure and ran up and down his toned chest -- how he still had the energy to go to the gym given his profession was beyond you, you're definitely thankful for it though.

he has a suit on, its blazer's colored a light beige with white plaid stripes and matching dress pants. his undershirt was plain white, the red tie added a pop of color and tied everything together. it fit him so well, molding against him and showing off all the muscles he works so hard on without straining the fabric too much, leaving something to the imagination while leaving you wanting more.

sending a quick handwritten thank you letter to his tailor wouldn't hurt.

even covered with layers of clothing, kento felt your warm hands on his skin - or maybe it just felt that way because he was heating up under you - but it was your anniversary and he made reservations at the fanciest restaurant in tokyo. he was not going to let his libido - and yours - get in the way of your plans. after all, you've discreetly hinted at how much you wanted to eat at this restaurant for quite a long time now, and getting reservations there takes months.

"maybe we should skip eating some overpriced meals and," you stepped into your tippy toes, thankfully because of the heels you were wearing, you didn't have to reach too high "eat something else instead." you whispered into his ear, voice as soft and tempting as the matching beige silk dress that wrapped your body.

"you sure?" kento asks, quirking an eyebrow at you through the mirror. "i've heard that the food there is divine."

you hummed thoughtfully at that, hands now on his back, exploring and appreciating the hard muscles. the way your nails - that he paid for - would gently run over and massage the ripples and the indentations along the plain of his back made him shiver and close his eyes, letting out a breathy exhale. "i think i'd enjoy having something else in my mouth." you floated from behind him, coming up right in front of your boyfriend. you were just about to get on your knees when he stopped you with a stern hand on your waist. "no, not right now. let's have dinner first."

he looked so appealing to you that you almost stomped your foot at his request right then and there. you wouldn't even have minded if he didn't return the favor -- bringing the gorgeous man standing before you pleasure was enough of a privilege. you resisted the urge to do so and pouted your glossy lips at him instead, you shot him a doe eyed look, hoping to have him desire you the way you desired him. "but ken," you dragged his name out pleadingly. "you wouldn't even have to do anything, just lemme take care of you." you batted your eyelashes at him seductively. "can even make it fast if you really wanna make it to our reservation."

he sighed at you. you already looked so tempting to him, but here you were, glancing up at him with a look on your face that would make any man's walls waver. in fact, he's sure many would drop down to their knees to worship you if they were the one fortunate enough to be called yours. it just made his job harder. of course you looked simply mouthwatering to him as much as he did to you. your dress complimented your skin perfectly, and it hugged your curves in all the right places, showing off your assets -- he pitied every single one of your exes for letting go of someone as stunning as you.

"sweetheart," he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to look at you without making it obvious he was doing so -- it would only tell you how his patience was thinning out, how you were so close to getting what you want. "i swear to you, the millisecond we get home i am going to give you what you need until the sun comes up, but right now we have other matters to attend to."

it physically hurt him to walk away from the bedroom, but he knew it was the only way to get you to the car and the restaurant -- it was the only way to get the anniversary dinner over with so he can begin with his real dessert for the night. and it worked like a charm.

well, kinda. you didn't give up so easily and kento should have known.

he let his guard down once he sat down on the spotless fine italian leather of your car seat, quickly relaxing in to it. you were already strapped in beside him - after he opened the door for you and helped you in, of course kento would not settle for less than treating you like a princess - eyeing the bulge in his pants. he unconsciously adjusted himself, groaning while he was at it. the sound and the visual proof of how much kento - this god amongst morals to your left - was turned on because of you almost made you moan, but you fought the sound back down your throat. if he realized that you caught on to his arousal, he would act more casual, make an effort to calm down.

you didn't want that, no no.

after revving the engine to life, nanami pressed on the gas pedal lightly, yet the sleek midnight black automobile still lurched forward at an amazing speed.

the man was in heaven. he loved driving fast, - because of the late hour, there was not much traffic - and he loved it when he gripped the steering wheel, while his other hand busied itself by getting a handful of your thigh.

you knew how intimacy always riled kento up, so you decided to put your smaller hand over his and hold it. to no one's surprise, he flipped his hand over to properly hold hands with you. with your fingers intertwined and an oblivious look in your eyes, you lifted your hand to your face and kissed his knuckles, then the tip of his fingers. you were always so affectionate with him so he thought nothing of it.

from the corner of your eye though, you saw how he hasn't softened yet.

keeping up with the innocent facade, you just stared ahead as you let your hands drop to the space between your thighs, right at the hem of your dress. you glanced over at nanami and found that he has not suspected anything yet.

after a few minutes of letting him reflexively caress the skin of your inner thigh, you let go of his hand, leaving it there and began leaning over him. your hands expertly unbuckled his belt, and you were about to unzip the zipper of his dress pants when he grabbed the back of your head, strands of your hair winded in his strong hand as he yanked you back harshly. as rough as he was being, the gesture only made you gulp and rub your legs together in excitement. "stop being a needy brat." he did not spit the words out through gritted teeth, instead he was perfectly composed. "you'll get what you're asking for later. just behave before you get more than what you have bargained for."

nanami should have defined what later meant. earlier, you comprehended the word as when you get back home, but now you're not so sure. it seems as if later is right now.

you were already seated across from him at the restaurant, already ordered and simply waiting for the food. you knew that you needed to stop your teasing since you were in a very classy establishment. while you may be seated in a more private booth, one that's away from the rest of the diners, you still think it would be improper to make a move on your boyfriend.

too bad he didn't think the same thing.

"you have been such a brat the whole day." his emerald eyes burned into yours with such an intensity you found yourself looking away. "hey, no no, none of that." he scooted to sit on the very edge of the seat when you did so, his finger was on your chin, leading it so you would look into his eyes while his other hand traveled down below the table and started running up and down your bare legs.

"brats should get treated as such, don't you agree?" he murmured at you, taking in the way you squirm and struggle to look at him. there were beads of sweat forming on your forehead though the restaurant was cool enough -- they only served to be physical evidences of you being flustered.

"good girl," was the second to the last thing you heard before he disappears under the table. you jumped when you felt his feather-like touch on your legs, slowly, teasingly, deliberately inching up and up until he reaches your pink cotton panties. and "try and be quiet for me, alright darling?" was the last thing you heard before you feel him pushing your underwear to the side and devouring you.

"stop crossing your legs." he said firmly, yet quietly, not wanting any prying eyes in your direction. helplessly, you did so, falling under his charm and becoming completely brainless. so early on, you were already at his mercy and you both knew it.

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vixendoesstuff · 4 months

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ALRIGHT, SO-

World Tour, where (please excuse my language) shit hits the fan, for real. My notes on this saga is hectic and convoluted, so I'll try to make some sense of it for this post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the askbox or my DM's, whichever you prefer.

I wanted to do bullet points for this, but maybe most Tumblr users prefer to read long paragraphs than bullet points, since my posts not having bullet points do better? IDK, I've only been on Tumblr for like, a year at best so forgive this soul for her cluelessness lol.

And also, depending on how much I've typed, I might have to split this saga into three parts, 'cause I know y'all don't actually want to read a really long post that took up three scrolls wide lol.

Anyway--let's start this crazy train.

So, the story begins the same way as it is in the movie--opening shot with Cloud Guy giving a quick recap about the first movie, and then the next shot panning towards the Techno Trolls (ay, Branch's tribe, let's go!). Unfortunately, the amount of screentime (or appearance in this case) they got here minimal, since we're focusing on Branch and co.

But anyway, same thing happened, King Trollex hosting the rave, Barb barges in demanding his string and destroyed Techno Reef to get him to comply, same old. Poor guy, honestly, he just wanted to vibe.

Next shot pans to Pop Village, same thing there. Everyone is smiling and singing and dancing (with Techno!Branch joining in, look at that! Since he can't extend his hair like everyone else, he relies on acrobatics and just generally hang onto someone ((mostly Poppy)) whenever they swing on the trees with their hair). Branch tries to confess his love to Poppy, but got friendzoned unintentionally by her (ouch). Then Barb's bat pet thing comes in, and King Peppy's history lesson.

They're not the only ones here in this world. There are other trolls out there; Pop, Hard Rock, Classical, Country, Funk, and Techno.

This is where it gets interesting. At this point in time, Branch has all but accepted that he's possibly the only Troll in the village that looks the way he does. That he's the only one that ever existed in the world. It's why he and Cooper has a sort of closer bond with eachother in this AU : different Troll (tribe, but not that they knew this yet) solidarity. Sure, he was curious once, like how come is egg was in the Troll Tree, why does he look different, ect. But now he's more than content with his current predicament. He has friends now, something to look foward to; he was happy, after so long.

But now with the news that there are other Trolls out there, different from the rest, his past yearning came back to life. And while King Peppy hadn't said it outright, his lack of words all but confirmed Branch's suspicions. That he's not the only one out there. And from what he saw in the scrapbook, he can pinpoint which one of the tribes he supposedly belongs to; Techno.

Then we cut to when Poppy packs up to leave and got caught by Branch. The same argument happens, with the addition of Poppy saying that because there are different Trolls out there, then shouldn't Branch be curious about them? Who knows, maybe there's a tribe that looks exactly like him! Branch refuted by saying that, even if there was a tribe just for him, how would he connect to them? He's been living as a "Pop Troll" his whole life, what connection can he form with these hypothetical Trolls (identity issues go brrr)? What if they found out that he's gone Grey for almost all his life? If the Pop Trolls, who has known him since he was born, didn't react well to his whole Grey-ness; what are the chances his own kind would react badly to the news? Or worse, reject him outright.

Before he could go on, boom! Cooper appears from the shadows and said something like, "That's not how you really think, ain't it Branch?". They were surprised he's there, and then they exchange some more dialouge sort of expressing Branch's concern about not fitting in with his hypothetical tribe out there, and shed some light on Coopers concern as well about wanting to find you who you really, and even if you don't fit in atleast you know the truth now, that sort of stuff. IDK, I'm not great at writing angst, lol.

Anyway, after some convincing from Poppy, Branch relented and decides to accompany her (even if he denies it, he wants to know if his people is out there). Cooper also wants to come along, and while Branch refuses for his own safety, Poppy allows it in the condition that he sticks with them at all times. So, the three sets of to explore the entire Troll Kingdom, to "reunite" all the tribes and make one big party at Queen Barb's World Tour.

Little did they know just what kinds of trouble they'll encounter on their journey.

Woah, plot twist, Cooper actually comes along instead of going on a solo journey this time around! He replaces Biggie in this! What a shocker! Shocked emoji!

Admitedly, while it's funny the first time, Cooper's solo adventure is... I don't wanna be too rude about it, but it's sort of unnecessary in the big run? I mean, not entirely unnecessary, but like, if you remove that and just have him go along with Poppy and co., nothing major would change. He'd still be reunited with his family in Vibe City, except this time he'll have a first time reaction to the history of the Strings and see the truth of it, y'know what I mean?

But anyway, Poppy, Branch and Cooper's gonna explore the world of other genres. I don't think much will change with his inclusion, but the reactions will be far more varied, me thinks. Stay tuned for the next part, 'cause wow did not expect this part of the series to be so convoluted lol.

Also I had wanted to include some scene redraws from the movie with new implemented elements for this AU, but artblock is gripping me tight and college is starting soon, so I won't have much time to draw than I do write. So, yeah, hope y'all don't mind lol. I'll definitely do some artwork for this AU in the future though, believe it!

Until next time!

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snowblossomreads · 4 months

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Taking Care of Business

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: In where [Y/n] comes to take care of David after an incident that leaves him limping around. (Could be what takes place after Judas Kiss)

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Penetrative Sex, Woman On Top, Oral (M Receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Mentions Of Injuries, And once again [Y/n] being a slut (affectionate)

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: It's the 21st of Feb which means happy birthday to our favorite old man!!!! As a present here is a smutty one shot with one of his underrated character who is still battling (and losing) the fight against unhinged [Y/n]🤣🤣🤣 Enjoy!

When David finally hobbled over to the door with his sprained ankle, he swore up and down he was going to curse the son of a bitch out that hadn't stopped knocking for the last five minutes.

He thought they would get the message that they weren't welcomed after the fifth time they knocked and he didn't answer. It didn't seem to be the case though, as they continued to bang on his door incessantly.

Finally making his way to the front room, he swung open the door with force, expecting to see some salesman or Jehovah's witness, and ready to tear them a new one. Yet, when he opened his mouth to swear, all words failed him when he saw what, or more accurately who, was standing at the door.

All dressed up in what could only be described as a sexy nurse's costume, complete with the stereotypical white nurse hat and short dress that left almost nothing to the imagination, [Y/n] stood with a feline smirk on her painted lips, and a glint in her eyes that only meant trouble.

David groaned internally at the sight.

"Nurse [Y/n] here for a Detective Friedman~." She purred, voice sugary sweet as she winked at him. "Heard you got yourself in a bit of an accident last week. Thought you could use a bit of help 'round the house."

"Jesus Christ! What the hell are you wearing? Matter of fact what are you doin' out here lookin' like that?"

"Oh didn't you hear me the first time? I'm your personal nurse here to take care of you so I need to dress the part! Looks like that ankle of yours ain't the only thing not workin'." She teased, causing him to throw a glare her way for the insinuation that something was wrong with his hearing. "Now are you gonna let me in because it sure is chilly out 'ere."

To drive home the fact it was colder than normal, she hugged herself, shook her shoulders a little, and rubbed her arms to warm her skin that had some goosebumps. All the while, she let out a little 'brrr', causing him to let out a loud sigh as his hand went to card through his hair that hadn't been brushed that morning.

Peaking out the door and noticing that the neighborhood was unusually devoid of life at ten in the morning, the first thing he thought was whether or not the woman in front of him had done something insane to his neighbors. It should have been a red flag.

The second thought was that he had ignored all the red flags before, so he really didn't have a leg (haha) to stand on.

Thirdly, with the pout on her lips and the way she had stood outside for god knows how long, he knew she wasn't leaving without doing what she set out to do. Whatever that was.

If there was one thing [Y/n] was, other than a bit off her rocker, it was that she was persistent. And he was too old to have his neighbors asking why this young thing was standing outside his house dressed up like it was Halloween.

"Get in here, and I'm not letting you touch my ankle," he growled through gritted teeth. It seemed as if she ignored that last part as she cheered and scurried in, as David stood aside to let her through before he closed the door. "Last I heard, you ain't have a medical degree so I sure as hell ain't about to let you fool around with it and break it."

Turning to face her, he was suddenly met with her arms wrapping around his shoulder, and her soft lips being pressed against his own which was accompanied by a noisy groan. Call it instinct, or just being aware of how stubborn the minx in front of him was, instead of pushing her away, he wrapped his own arms around her waist and let her kiss him.

A pleased hum, that almost sounded like a squeal of joy left her throat as her tongue traced his lips, and he had to stop the smirk that wanted to appear because god did she have the most interesting reaction to things.

'Lord have mercy Friedman you need to go get your head check before she kills your ass too.'

Were the words his internal monologue screamed, yet they were quickly shut down when he parted his lips and felt her tongue slip into his mouth. The hungry little appendage explored the wet warm cavern of his mouth as his own tongue twirled around hers.

His large hand cupped the side of her face, and it caused a shudder to run up her spine. A squeal of delight left her lips as she felt another type of slick begin to wet the thin strip of fabric that she wore underneath her little 'uniform'.

They stood at the front door for a good moment, devouring one another's lips while trying to dominate each other in the kiss. [Y/n] easily lost it as soon as wandering hands squeezed her behind and had her whining in delight.

It was just enough for him to force his tongue into her mouth before he began to lick and explore her mouth. She tasted of something faintly sweet, and he couldn't stop the low growl that left his throat as he kissed her harder.

The kiss had gotten messy quickly. So much so that when she had pulled away, David could see a thin shiny trail of saliva that was at the corner of her mouth before she licked her lips.

"Aw don't be that way! I don't need to go to Tulane to know that the best way to treat a sprain is to soak it, rest it and elevate it," she beamed, her voice still breathy as she pulled away from the wet kiss with a pleased smile and smudged lipstick. "Plus." She hummed, voice thick with desire, as she trailed a finger down the plain t-shirt he wore while her eyes stayed on him. "Don't need a degree with the type of fooling around I wanna do with you. Daddy."

He bit back the groan that left his lips, as her fingers continued their adventure down his body until she was stroking the growing tent in his boxers. Very much noticing his arousal, the hungry grin on [Y/n] lips only grew wider as she began to palm his erection already itching to get her fingers around it and pussy full of it.

God damn his dick for getting him into this!

"Come on let me take care of you," she sang sweetly in his ear as she watched the conflict in his eyes quickly be replaced with hunger and desire.

"Take care of me huh?" He grunted, letting out a low guttural moan as her fingers slipped past the opening of his boxers and she began to stroke his heavy warm cock that had already started leaking. "What? You gonna drop, fuck, on your knees in front of the door, mmm, and blow me doll?"

"I will if you want me to," she said without hesitation, and he could have sworn he could come right there as she continued to tug and squeeze at his cock that throbbed with each flick of her fingers. "Like I said," she whispered, tone full of desire as she leaned close to him with that devilish smirk that had been his downfall many times. "When it comes to you, I'm good for anything you wanna do."

"God damnit," David hissed as he grabbed the hand that was languidly working him, making her let go of him and slipping out from under his boxers. "You're a little slut you know that?"

"Mhm, only for you," she hummed, before a mischievous look came across her face that had him narrowing his eyes before she continued, "boo."

She watched as his eyebrows shot up before furrowing in annoyance. A long scowl appeared on his thin lips as the grip on her arm tightened, and only seconds later, was she being roughly yanked towards the couch.

A noisy ecstatic squeal left her lips as he manhandled her while he stomped to the other side of the living room with her in tow. Well, as much stomping as a man could do with a sprained ankle. [Y/n] couldn't help the minuscule amount of sympathy she felt for him when she saw him wince and hiss in pain when he let her go and sat on the sofa.

Good thing she was here to take care of him though right?

Eagerly, she found herself in between parted legs before dropping to her knees in front of him. But before she could find her place below him, he caught her arm, causing her to freeze as a wave of confusion rushed over her when she looked up at him.

"Oh no you don't," he groaned, pulling her so that she stood back up, still confused as ever, a pout formed on her painted lips.

"But I wanna taste you daddy," she whined, cheeks puffed as if she was about to throw a tantrum from not being able to give him a blowjob.

"Now don't start with me," he warned. "I know how much you love being on your knees, but I got somethin' else I want you to do. And ain't I'm the one you're supposed to be taking care of?"

Pout still on her lips, she nodded.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir," she huffed out like a little kid who had gotten in trouble and was being told off.

"Thought so. Now take that silly little getup you got off," he commanded, motioning up and down with his pointer finger. "And when ya done with that," he added, dropping his hand to his stiff erection, and stroking it through his boxers, all while holding her attention and watching her bite her bottom lip. "Come take care of me like you said you would."

She knew exactly what he was wanting, and she couldn't stop the gigantic grin that instantly spread across her face at his words.

"Yes, sir!"

There was definitely more enthusiasm in that one than the one before, and you would have thought that someone had told her that she had won the Powerball. Granted, to her, getting to ride dick as good as his was maybe just as good or better than winning the lottery.

Slowly, she began to unbutton the top of the dress just like he told her to. Her lustful gaze stayed trained on him, as she languidly swayed her hips side to side in an unhurried beat. With each button that came undone, the lacy bra underneath revealed itself as she licked her swollen lips hungrily, causing David to groan quietly as he continued to lazily stroke himself.

Finally, with one last flick of her fingers, the entire front of the costume came open, and she pulled it off of her completely and discarded it aside. Once gone, it left her with the heels that she had worn, which were being taken off that second, and a matching set of lacy white bra and panties.

The latter was unbelievably soaked and sticky as it rubbed against her needy core that throbbed, and had been throbbing the moment she had wrapped her fingers around him. Her pussy needed him inside her and she was going to do anything he told her to do to get it.

Removing his hand from himself, David motioned her to come to him, and she obediently took a few steps forward before getting up on the sofa with him. Knees on either side of his hip, and her hands planted on his shoulders, she lowered herself just enough so that she could rub her clothed opening against him, causing them both to let out noisy moans at the contact of her drenched need.

"Mmm, do, oh, do you like it," she purred as seductively as she could, even though the words came out more breathlessly than she intended to.

He didn't answer. Instead, she watched him take her pebbled nipple that was barely covered and begin to roll it between his fingers before he gave it a little squeeze.

"Yea, it does look real good on you." He answered truthfully after a moment as he leaned down, and nipped at the covered bud, causing a zing of pleasure to bloom in her chest and make its way down to her core. "But," there was a look of irritation as he glanced at her, well actually just above her as he leaned back. "Take this fuckin' thing off," he hissed grabbing the hat off her head and throwing it somewhere in the room to be looked for later.

"Not a fan of the look?" She giggled, leaning in and kissing his unshaven cheek and purring at the feel of the roughness against her.

"Not of that. Where'd you even get it from? It's not even close to Halloween yet for them to be selling that shit."

"Oh I have my ways don't you worry detective. You just lay back," she purred, a lusty smile on her painted lips, as she gently pushed his chest so that he would sit back. "And enjoy the ride~."

A smirk appeared on his face but it was fleeting. As soon as she had finished talking, she was lifting her hips up, reaching behind her and taking his cock in hand. He let out a muffled groan that became louder the moment she pushed her panties aside and began to stroke her sticky opening with his sensitive tip.

One. Two. Three swipes along her hungry pussy, and his cock was soaked in her juices as she lowered her hips, allowing the head to sink in past her opening before she slowly slid down his shaft. Inch by delicious inch he filled her up. Split her slutty pussy apart the way she liked it. In a way only he could. It was hot, it burned and there was a twinge of pain that accompanied the ac,t but she fucking loved each and every second of it.

There was nothing like having a man of his size make his home in her, and god would she do anything to make herself ready and available for her,

"D-Daddy~!"

Her head fell back, just as David's did, as he felt his cock being enveloped by the warm, wet, and welcoming channel that was her cunt. The way her insides grabbed onto him, pulled him deeper into her like a siren's song pulling sailors closer to their doom, had him panting and moaning as his hand flew to her hips for some purchase.

"Fuuuck that's it," he grunted, doing all he could to hold back from thrusting into her considering she was the one who was supposed to be doing all the work.

Inch by inch he filled her up. And as he lifted his head up to watch her, he swore he could come just from the wanton expression that blanketed her face. Face damp with sweat, and lips parted as whimpers left her, she bit her bottom lip in concentration as she sunk down on him.

Slowly and carefully she took him, until after what seemed like a long agonizing moment, her body finally relaxed completely and she was sliding down him completely with a muffled moan.

They sat for a moment staring at each other. Their eyes lidded, pupils blown, and soft pants leaving them as [Y/n]'s insides spasmed around him. Their noses touched as she leaned forward to plant an unusually chaste kiss on his lips, and he groaned into it as one hand reached to hold the back of her neck.

Over and over she kissed him, from his lips to his stubbly cheeks, which made her giggle as the course hairs tickled her skin. As she nuzzled the side of his face, a strange feeling wormed its way into David's stomach.

Arousal, and something more dangerous than that, swirled around in him, but he didn't have much time to think about it because once she pulled away, he could see that devilish smirk back on her face.

"What are you up-."

She didn't let him finish his question before she lifted her hips, sliding off of him almost entirely before slamming herself back down with force.

"FUCK!"

His startled shout mingled with her high pitched moan before the sound of flesh slapping against flesh accompanied them as she began to bounce on him enthusiastically. Each fall of her hips had force behind it, and the angle at which she was riding him had him hitting her sweet spot over and over again without fail. Each hit of that spot had her insides shuddering, her toes curling and him gasping in pleasure as she squeezed around his cock.

This position had even more perks though. Every time she would seat herself all the way on him, she was able to grind her throbbing clit against his clothed stomach causing a more intense wave of pleasure to bloom in her.

"Mmm, fuck daddy yes~!" She babbled out breathlessly as she fell forward, grinding her hips against him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "So f-fucking big," she moaned into his ear, causing a shudder to run down his spine as he gripped her hips so tightly that there would no doubt be nail marks and bruises on her. Yet the pain didn't stop her at all from fulfilling her duties of taking care of him.

It seemed to spur her on actually.

Bouncing and grinding on him, she pulled back a little, so that he could take a good look at how disheveled she knew she was. Her breast bounced in her bra that offered no real support as she stared at him with glazed over 'fuck me' eyes.

"Do I, mmm, f-feel good?" The question was punctured with a sharp gasp and a sob as his cock rubbed against that rough patch in her that only brought a hot pang of pleasure and more wetness. "D-does daddy like how tight, ahhh, and wet I am for him?"

Another slide of her down his aching cock, had him leaning forward and kissing her exposed neck, causing her to shudder all around him as he nipped and sucked.

"Y-yea, fuck, yeah," he murmured against her damp skin as he began to take over the pace while his cock began to throb relentlessly from the warm slick that was wrapped around him. Her insides eagerly accepted him deeper and deeper with each thrust, and he knew he would be gone soon with how good she made him feel. "Would have called you sooner if I knew mmm, knew this was your idea of taking care of," he joked, trying to make light of the sticky situation, but all he could let out was another groan as he felt another spasm inside of her.

Another whine left her throat as he began to pick up speed on his end. The room filled with the sounds of their pants and groans that grew louder and louder along with the sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her sodden insides.

"Mmmm yes, wanna take care, oh god, take care of you," she babbled uncontrollably as her eyes fought to stay open as the pleasure began to addle her mind. "Take care, mmm wanna take care of daddy." The phrase repeated itself over and over as she took him, ignoring any ache in her bones that screamed at her.

Her insides shuddered and clenched down with each thrust and she was so out of it that she hadn't realized that one of his hands had left her hips and had made its way down to her aching clit. With one press of his fingers against her, he had her keening out, her head falling back, and her insides wrapping him in a vice grip that had him choke out a few profanities.

"D-daddy!"

"F-fuck!" He hissed, a raspy gasp left his lips as he rubbed his fingers against her throbbing bead in hurried messy circles that had her twitching around him uncontrollably. The feeling of her insides clenching and unclenching had him letting out a loud groan as he felt himself harden even more, signaling that he was about to fall over that edge.

"Please wanna feel you," she begged, eyes wide and glassy with tears as she felt him about to come. "Need you, please."

With how polite she was being, which was always such a change from her normal behavior, David couldn't hold back the amused smirk or groan as he began to pick up speed.

"Yeah you wanna feel me doll," he grunted out as he admired the blissed out expression she wore. As if bouncing on his cock was the best damn thing she had ever done. "Want me to make a mess of this slutty cunt huh?" He asked puncturing each word with an upward thrust causing her to squeal loudly.

"Y-yes! Yes yes," she chanted, "please daddy!"

Gritting his teeth, he began to help her bounce quicker against him, and it had her thrashing her head side to side as he abused her sore cunt. The slick sounds of them fucking only increased with each thrust, and when he pressed at her clit, her insides shuddered and clamped down on him hard.

The action had him crying out, and his stomach clenching as he stilled against her. Pain and pleasure mixed together before he was shooting hot ropes of cum inside her causing her to gasp and writhe and the tight grip he had on her. The sheer force of him tipping over and coming triggered her own orgasm, causing the pressure that had been bubbling and building in her stomach to explode.

A broken sob left her lips, followed by a loud groan as a gush of wetness soaked David's entire bottom half with her pleasure. She went to let out another cry, only for it to be silenced by his lips as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her front against his to keep her from falling back as she trembled.

Tiny whimpers escaped her throat as her insides twitched and throbbed around him as she rode her high out. Her hips stilled as their hearts felt as if they were about to burst out of their chests from how quick and hard they were beating. You think you could hear it with how loud it sounded in their ears.

But, the only sound around them now, was the sound of their lips meeting over and over until one pulled away so they could both breathe. Their pants filled the air, as [Y/n] laid limply against David, who held her and even stroked her back lazily as he tried to catch his own breath.

They stayed there against one another, catching their breaths and waiting for feeling to return to their numb limbs. It was tempting to fall asleep after such strenuous activity, but with how cool the wetness against the fabric of his boxers had already become it wouldn't be too comfortable. And she seemed to sense that too as let out a yawn as she leaned back, a sleepy smile on her features.

"Take care of you alright didn't I?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get cocky on me doll, I'm pretty sure I did all the work at the end," he threw back though his tone dripped with nothing but playful sarcasm.

A tinkering giggle left her as she smacked his chest lightly, before slowly, and carefully raising her hips so she could get off of him and stretch her legs that had been bent for a good minute. Watching as [Y/n] slid off of him, he groaned as her wet heat that had enveloped him disappeared leaving him uncomfortably cool.

Falling back against the sofa once she had gotten up, he had to admit he was feeling much more relaxed than he had in a minute. That relaxed state was short lived though, as when he saw her adorn that sneaky grin again and drop to her knees in front of his spread thighs, he knew he was in for more of her mischievousness. No matter how good it would feel for him.

"[Y/n]!" He warned, but before he could protest too much more, her mouth was on his limp cock causing his hips to jerk forward, and a low groan to be ripped from his throat, as she began to suck on the sensitive flesh.

She wasted no time lapping up the creamy and tangy mixture of her juices and his seed that coated him. And when she was done with that she began to lick up and down his shaft, kissing and mouthing at it before she was taking him into her mouth. It was no surprise that he had gotten hard again, and it wasn't long before he was coming one more time with a muffled moan as he shot more of the salty liquid into her mouth.

And just like last time, she swallowed it all without protest. A hungry grin on her face as she lapped up any remnants of his pleasure.

"All clean," she mused, kissing the tip of him once more before slowly standing up with a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat.

With her bra off one shoulder, her panties a sodden mess, her lips swollen and her eyes glossy from the tears she had shed, she looked an absolute mess. Yet somehow she still managed to seem ecstatic, and while yes she looked like a mess, she was still a gorgeous mess to him. Maybe it was because she was already a bit deranged that the chaos suited her, David thought as he watched her look around for a moment as if she was searching for something.

It didn't take but a second for her expression to morph from a pondering one to a knowing one as she quickly made a beeline for the hallway. She had moved so quickly that he almost didn't have time to say anything before she was disappearing deeper into his house.

"Hey now where are you going!" He shouted as he whipped his head in her direction, only to catch a glimpse of her before she was out of sight.

"Stay there I'll be right back!"

Was her muffled command before moments later the sound of rushing water was heard coming from the bathroom. He immediately tensed up as his first thought was that she was going to drown him and that her fucking him was just a very twisted sending off present. Very kind of her, but he wasn't keen on dying right this moment, and especially not by drowning.

"Man, shut up she's not about to kill you," he whispered as he quickly stuffed himself back into his boxers but not without a wince at how cold and wet the fabric was.

Pushing himself off the sofa, and wincing a bit, he began to limp towards the bathroom. The sound of rushing water became louder and louder as he got closer, and before long he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on [Y/n] sitting at the bathtub's edge, her fingers testing the water and shaking the wetness off after deeming it the right temperature.

Looking up and seeing him standing there, a pout immediately formed on her lips as she stood up, and he noticed she had taken the scraps of undergarment off leaving her bare. Of course, his cock twitched at the sight and he had to hold in a sharp inhale.

"Now I thought I told you to stay on the sofa!" She scolded, a slight whine in her tone as she sauntered up to him. "Can't be puttin' too much weight on your ankle you know or it'll take forever in a day to get better."

Completely ignoring what she was saying, he narrowed his eyes at her and sent a suspicious gaze in her direction.

"Now look here," he started, backing away a little but pausing to wince once again at the dull throb in his ankle. "I'm not sure what you're up to [Y/n], but I ain't about to let you drown me if that's what you're up to. I'm not tryna be found floating butt naked in my damn bathtub!"

"Drown you?" The surprise was evident in her tone and by the way her eyes widened slightly. For a second he thought he could see a glint of another emotion in her eyes, but when he blinked, she just wore that pout that she would bring out when she didn't get what she wanted.

"Dave I don't know what you're talkin' about. Are you sure you didn't hit your head too in the accident?" She added, as she began to try to examine his forehead but was stopped as he pulled away a little.

"Ain't no one tryin' to drown you! Why would I go do something like that to my favorite person." She purred.

Taking him by the hand, she guided him over to the bath, and he reluctantly followed though he was still a bit weary.

"Just thought a nice hot bath would do some good for your ankle, and well, we done got a bit messy haven't we? Now go on," she said, letting his hand go as they stopped in front of the bath that was steaming and had some bubbles in it. "And don't worry," her voice pulled him out of his train of thought, returning his attention back to her. A beaming smile was on her lips and she had one hand on her heart and the other raised. "I promise to the good lord above that I am not gonna do anything murderous."

Somehow, that didn't give him any more confidence than he had before. But, against every rational thought in his body, which honestly there wasn't much left considering, he did as she asked.

Stripping his boxers and shirt off, and tossing the garments to the ground, he, with the help of [Y/n] who steadied him, stepped in the bath, and he couldn't deny the loud groan he let out when he submerged himself in the hot soapy water.

It was nice he couldn't lie. While he much more preferred showers, this was a much better way of soaking his foot than constantly using that plastic bucket he had. His eyes may have also closed for a second as he relaxed in the bath, his shoulders sagging as he let the water soothe his muscles and wash the stickiness off of him.

Everything was so nice that he only had the energy to open one eye when he heard splashing water as [Y/n] stepped into the bath with him. He watched curiously as she lowered herself into the bath before she climbed on top of him once more.

"Feels good don't it?" She whispered, as she pressed her front against Dave's chest, while her core hovered over his cock that had begun to twitch in interest once again. Her fingers grazed his upper body before going up to tangle themselves in his thick hair which had a smattering of gray growing in.

With a seductive grin, she didn't wait for his answer before she pressed her lips against his. Chaste at first the kiss was, but it quickly turned into him devouring her fully as she ground her hips against his reawakened excitement.

Needless to say, bathing wasn't the only thing they ended up doing. She had ended up coaxing another orgasm from them both, and only after he had painted her insides again, did she pull away and let the lukewarm water wash them off.

He was fucking spent in the best of ways, so much so that she had managed to convince him to take a nap while she tidied up his home after their bath.

"It's what I'm here for!" She had winked at him, still only clad in a towel as she went to find her clothes that were scattered somewhere in the front room.

Too tired to even protest, knowing she would weasel her way out of any argument, he dried himself, and made his way to his room where he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before he was flopping down on his bed. He had fallen asleep almost instantaneously, not even worried about what she may do to him in his sleep.

When he had awakened from his nap that he didn't even realize he had taken, his first thought was,

"[Y/n]?"

There was no reply at the call of her name, nor was there one when he called out again. It was just pure silence in the house, and he hand wondered for a moment if she was still there. Yawning loudly, and wiping the sleep from his eyes, he got up, stumbling a bit as he tried to wake fully.

Once he had made it out of his room and into the front again, he noticed that the living room had been tidied up neatly. He wasn't a slob, no, but there had been a few empty bottles of alcohol lying around on the table when she had arrived, and they were there no longer.

Anything that had seemed to be out of place had been put back, such as some DVDs that he had left out on the TV console, which were now back at home with the DVDs he had. Everything was neat like a housekeeper had come to clean, though he did notice a piece of paper placed squarely in the middle of the coffee table that caught his eyes.

Hobbling over, he picked it up and read it aloud.

"Better slow it down with all the drinking detective." He snorted at that. No chance if she was still around causing him nightmares at times. "I cleaned as much as I could while you were sleep and even packed you some food which I put in the fridge. And don't worry, like I said, I ain't trying to kill you, who else is going to make me come as hard as you do." There was a pause as he tried to keep a straight face but the absurdity was winning out and he wanted to laugh. "Take care of yourself you hear? Though I don't mind coming back to take care of you."

She had signed it 'love your favorite nightmare', and he was almost reluctant to agree with her as his eyes found one last note on the letter which read.

'P.S. thanks for the ride daddy~', and it had a little heart scrawled next to it.

This time, he couldn't stop the raucous chuckle that bubbled from his throat until it became a full blown fit of laughter.

Oh god.

Maybe her crazy had worn off on him and he should actually get his head checked out. Whatever it was, he just stood there, paper in hand in the middle of his living room, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

He probably looked insane to his neighbors if they saw him. It took him a few minutes to calm himself even though he kept chuckling as he put the letter down and went to the kitchen.

Just like the living room, it was spotless, and when he went to open the fridge, he was taken aback by the numerous containers of food in there that he sure as hell didn't make.

"Well I be damn. She wasn't tellin' no tale," he muttered, as he pulled one of the containers out to observe what was in it.

He did the same to a few others, each of them containing something different yet appealing. With his curiosity sated, he closed the fridge door as more questions popped into his head as he just stood there. It was bizarre, to say the least, but everything about [Y/n] was bizarre and he should know better by now not to question it.

But he did, because let's face it, the so called arrangement that they had was bizarre. They hadn't really discussed it, because how do you discuss something like what they had going on. So it was just odd.

And as he stood, ignoring the protest of his ankle, that he knew she would say something about, he wondered briefly if he had been missing something. Their relationship was transactional, but this particular act did not seem to be that way, and it had his brain trying to figure something logical out.

"Alright maybe you do need to stop all that drinkin, got you thinkin' of some weird shit," he spoke to himself as he felt a migraine coming on.

Just as he went to say something else he stopped when his stomach began to grumble and he looked down at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Really you're doing this now?" He asked accusingly knowing again that he probably seemed a bit off his rocker. Well…it wasn't like he didn't have tons of food in his fridge now thanks to [Y/n] and if she wanted to off him she could have done so when he fell asleep.

So with an exaggerated sigh, he went back into the fridge and grabbed a random container to heat up in the microwave.

Hopefully, he wouldn't be dead in the morning.

#alan rickman #david friedman #david friedman x reader #judas kiss #smut #blossom writes

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syoddeye · 3 months

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for @mellowtheoristpainter. answering here because price brain go brrr

notes: this is only about reboot!price. i'm not super knowledgeable about the military. this is 100% my opinion. would love to hear other's thoughts. and, some of this is conjecture because we just don't know enough about price.

this recent post of mine is an intro on my thoughts re:price: posty post. cap price is my favorite cod man and a complicated character. he's an insidious motherfucker.

i think to expand upon it, i want to talk about price and gaz specifically.

in the post you're referring to, i also use the tag #he's all business all about the mission. 'old comrades' in mw 2019 is a good illustration that shows how far price is willing to go to accomplish a mission. he'll use whatever means he has to to achieve it and in that case, it's the butcher's wife and child - 'truth serum'. price even makes a comment (i don't have the transcript in front of me) that boils down to "the butcher has no problem hurting children" - a callback to the embassy mission, where early on, we see a child run from the butcher and is presumably shot and killed (the death is hidden by smoke iirc). now i don't think price had intentions to kill the butcher's family, but something tells me it's not the first time he's used the 'truth serum' tactic.

i won't get into the full gloves off speech in mw 2019, but i AM looking forward to seeing how it continues in the franchise. see here for a scrap of what i'd like to see in future games: posty post

also, tats (@stuffireadandenjoy) added great commentary to that post about the embassy line.

when we first meet price in the reboot, it's at piccadilly, where he throws a man with a bomb locked to his chest over a railing to save the lives of other hostages. ngl when i play, i feel awful, but i still rationalize it. not getting into a philosophical debate on morality here, but the scene's upsetting. it's supposed to be upsetting. the entire franchise is upsetting.

but that's not the only interesting thing about that mission to me. gaz tries and fails to open the locked suicide vest. price makes the decision for gaz. gaz, even though there's only ~5 secs left on the timer, insists he can get it. price doesn't just outrank him - he's older and more experienced. price shoves gaz away, pitches the guy over the balcony, thus saving the rest of the hostages. again we can see where this was a good decision despite it being an awful one. it establishes john price as a character that can 'rise above' to make the hard choices.

gaz is a great character, hands down, love the man. (also a war criminal. anyway.) but i think he's especially interesting in these interactions with price. we see this young sergeant, fairly early career (compared to price), who is frustrated by the limitations and red tape of his job. joins price when price validates his anger post-piccadilly. gaz was probably like "fucking finally someone higher up who gets it". the way price looks at him in that scene too -- the man is listening. observing. he sees someone he can bring under his wing and help shape him. there is a reason he recruits gaz for tf 141. i think price sees gaz as a protege/successor.

ok this is getting long so here's an unceremonious wrap-up: in conclusion, price has had to make fucked up choices in pursuit of The Mission™. some he doesn't want to make (see: mwiii, i blame shepherd for EVERYTHING) and some he seems to have no problems making (piccadilly, using 'truth serum'). he learned at some point in his career he can take the gloves off and get dirty because what matters is mission success. the end justifies the means.

i haven't even touched on the military propaganda of it all, either. but smarter and hotter people than i have done that on this site.

unfortunately, i am still riddled with a disease called priceaholicism.

if you read this far and don't hate me, thank you! 🫶

#sy speaks #sy asks #john price

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡ Elder blood Jaskier headcanon ♡

(Edited post)

I actually had this headcanon for a while now, probably started tossing ideas around in my head a few days after I watched Blood Origin. Here is a special thank you to @melinoiaagesander for reminding me about it and inspiring me to do something about it as well. Seeing as I tend to be a very lazy person (executive dysfunction go brrr), I will not be writing a fanfiction unless the mood strikes and if that happens, I shall gladly fall victim to hyperfixation and shit out a 50 000 word masterpiece with very bad grammar. And no, if I do write it, I will not fix the grammar mistakes unless rereading it brings forth the fattest, most scrumptiously painful dose of cringe in my life.

So OK, here we go....

I think it is common knowledge (despite the few times I've seen posts from confused Witcher fans right after the mini series aired), that Ithlinne's prophecy was about Ciri, the Lion Cub of Cintra and the descendent of Elie & Fjall. However, thanks to a brief lapse in judgement on the production team's part, either because of the way it was shot and edited or the because of the way it was written, when Seanchaí recited the prophecy:

"The Lark's seed shall carry forth the first note of a song that ends all time, and one of her blood shall sing the last"

It came across as delightfully misleading to many of us, even if most of us quickly understood to whom Seanchaí was actually referring to. Still, my bleeding Jaskier stan heart has never felt more glee at the prospect of getting another little Netflix "oopsie" to play with! (The other one being that they forgot to age Jaskier in season 1 and then decided to not even bother for season 2)

Which is why I took my ritalin, rubbed my clammy, cold little fingers together like a cartoon villain and dug deep into the lore, to find a way to spin an intricate web of realistic and clever facts that would serve as my personal foundation for this exciting headcanon! Jaskier is another descendent of the Lark and her Witcher, he has elder blood coursing through his veins and is distantly related to Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon!

(If Netflix weren't a bunch of pussies and if a disgusting majority of the Witcher fandom weren't a bunch of gatekeeping, racist and homophobic Plot-Guardians, this could have been the coolest curveball ever! The adorable, frilly and fragile bumbling human of a bard, going from side-character to focal point.)

Let's lay down the groundwork:

(I AM SO GIDDY AAAAAHHH, somebody catch me, I think I'm gonna faint!!)

- While Witchers as we know them are sterile, Fjall is clearly not. Because his mutation process wasn't designed by a group of mages who spent a long time on optimizing the serum to better serve it's purpose. Fjall was an experimental prototype, created from desperation and a few rush-job elixirs, so his precious elf balls weren't tampered with.

- Elie and Fjall made love after Fjall's transformation, bringing the first child of elder blood into existence. Which happened ca 1200 years before the canon era that the main Witcher series is set in, meaning that Ciri has a shit ton of ancestors that predate her entire canonical family tree, all going unaccounted for.

- Jaskier, as we can obviously see, has visually not aged a single day since meeting Geralt in Posada at age 18-19 (don't quote me on this, finding a reliable info source is a nightmare). He traveled with Geralt on and off for approximately 20ish years, making him at least 40 in the Rare Species episode and at least a little bit over 40 in the Family episode of season 2. That alone has inspired hundreds if not thousands of headcanons about Jaskier not being entirely human, one of which is: Jaskier is part elf.

- And OH BOY, isn't that neat?!?!?! I mean, we see a talented young bard, whom everyone assumes to be human, whom Blood Origin's ending accidentally implied to be a descendent of another bard, an elven bard who lived 1200 years ago and had a child with an elven Witcher. That should be enough metaphorical fapping material for my brain, shouldn't it?

Not so fast....

What if instead of imagining that some long fossil type beat long dead ancestor, lost to history, somehow ended up siring a child into a family of Keracki Nobles (Lettenhove doesn't seem to appear on any map of the continent I could find, but several sources claim that it is a small Viscouncy located in Kerack).....I could instead put in some effort and figure out how to make things more interesting, how to make Jaskier's elder blood ancestor actually traceable and as an awesome bonus, make Jaskier's and Ciri's relation a little closer. Not by a lot, obviously, it wouldn't make sense, but just enough for a new dynamic for fanfiction writers to explore. Personally, the idea of it has the potential to heal my poor broken heart, I adore Jaskier so much, but the way the main 3 characters of the series have treated him until Yennefer finally grew a braincell makes me sad.

Geralt's shitty apology aside, Lambert's cranky "No" aside (yk what I'm talking about), Yarpen Zigrin's unfriendliness aside, I DID NOT enjoy the scenes in which Ciri interacted with Jaskier. This headcanon though? Oh man, if I only had enough juice in me to write something for AO3, spin some epic ass Jaskier-centric tale, sprinkle in some geraskier/yennskier/lambskier and tag it with fix-it? I would!

Back to business, this is Ciri's family tree, it has the royal family of Cintra, girlboss Calanthe is there, Ciri's mom Pavetta is there, her sick son of a bitch father too. As you can see, besides the unknown descendents of Elie and Fjall, elder blood has deep roots and it can all be traced back to these folks: Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal & Cregennan of Lod, as well as Cerro of Redania & King Vridank of Redania....however those two are of no importance to this post.

Instead of trying to squeeze Jaskier into the equation by picking some rando as far back in time as possible, I stumbled across a treasure when trying to go from the bottom up. That treasure being another direct descendent of Lara Dorren as well as Elie and Fjall, his name was Crispin!

See him there? He happens to be Queen Calanthe's grandmother's twin brother! Although his name box is blue and not red, unlike King Goidemar of Temeria, the line that leads us to him is dark red, which means he is of elder blood and bears the activator gene as well, just like his sister. Now, if one needs a sex partner with the green latent gene in order to awaken the dormant powers in this blood line (which although watered down, still is incestuous), then I am not sure how Jaskier could inherit the same powers as Ciri. I myself prefer to headcanon that since Lettenhove is in Kerack, the small Viscouncy is located near the borders of Brokilon and therefore the Pankratz family could easily have a few drops of mixed blood with one of the Brokilon nymphs.

I am not much of a biologist (despite getting good grades in it back in high school), but it does make sense to me that being at least a little bit mixed with nymph DNA could theoretically aid in strengthening Jaskier's elder blood & activator genes. Sort of like how dog breeders play God to make a better specimen for many different purposes. In Jaskier's ancestry case, I like to think that one of his forefathers got seduced by a Rusalka, found out that she used him to get pregnant and then stole the child from her and raised the kid alone, in doing so, introducing nymph DNA into the Pankratz lineage.

Back to Crispin

Crispin aep Amavet, turned out to have a rather convenient backstory!

Apparently, his mother, Anna Kameny, was married to Count Roger Kameny and less than a year before her twins were born, she had an affair with Prince Amavet of Temeria (Queen Calanthe's great grandfather and Ciri's 4x great grandfather).

So with Crispin and his twin sister Muriel the Delightful, both being children of Prince Amavet, making them illegitimate to Count Roger Kameny, their mother Anna had to fight in court three times so that her kids could inherit Roger's estate. Muriel was content with that, she didn't care that her real father was a Prince and didn't push to be recognized as Amavet's daughter. Kameny wealth and her beauty combined, she didn't have trouble finding a husband and leading a happy life.

Crispin on the other hand, knowing that he is of royal blood, proud of his elven heritage, wanted that relation validated. So he started wearing the Kameny coat of arms, which he had custom made to hint at who his real father is by adding burgundy to the Temerian lilies. This caused a MAJOR scandal, turns out his little stunt was illegal and he got his ass arrested. He payed a fine and swore to never repeat that mistake, but what did he do instead????

Yeah, he fucking did it again, enraging enemies and his own mother as well, who fought so hard for his "legality" for the Count title. After that, Crispin, as a massive "Fuck you" to everyone, joined a gang of mercenaries and referred to himself as Crispin aep Amavet. Time went by, battles were fought and eventually he just disappeared off of the face of the earth. People assumed that he died and they were glad about it...ain't that convenient?

For the sake of this headcanon, I think Crispin could have easily just gone into hiding, wandering the continent under a fake name and impregnating some Pankratz de Lettenhove lady in the process. Could have just been a one night stand and nobody would know, nobody would know that Jaskier is related to the Cintran crown, to Ciri herself, to Lara Dorren and finally to another bard, so much like himself, Ellie the Lark.

I fucking LOVE this headcanon to bits and pieces! There is so much here that one can play with! Like Jaskier's meeting with Seanchaí somehow triggering the dormant powers within him and what those powers would look like, I don't think the first sign of it would be a deadly scream. I like to think that his newly awakened chaos would somehow tie into his singing, there is so much potential here, so many ideas to explore!

In canon, Ciri is destined to destroy humanity and return the elves back to power, but Jaskier has already beat her to it a little, kick-starting the process by smuggling elves to Xin'trea.

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Sorry for editing this post 5 times, I was still working on it while waiting for AVATAR to start at the Cinema and accidentally published it in panic when the lights went out. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it and I hope that this post can be of use to you if you decide to write a fanfic about/inspired by it! :3

(Please tag me if you do, I would love to read it! May your writing process be smooth, may your updates be frequent and may AO3 maintenance not impact your creativity!)

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tuesday again 5/9/2023

i almost never devour a book in one sitting without getting distracted, i rarely scrub back to the beginning of a scene to immediately rewatch it, and i have never force-quit a video game in order to immediately replay the level, but all of those things happened this week. cowboy machine go brrr.

listening

wolf by the yeah yeah yeahs (sextile remix). neo noir movie music, long establishing interior shot as you move through a dim mirrored lounge, making eye contact with all the denizens before the diegetic music cuts back in.

rare remix where i like the remix much better than the original. driving and pleasantly jangly, grooveable with some velocity to it. music to feel like a lone wolf protagonist to. spotify link

the release radar is one of spotify's best features and i wish something as set-and-forget existed for bandcamp

reading

Lone Women by Victor LaValle is a gothic horror western. only part of the gothic horror is due to the familial burden placed upon eldest sisters. this book is largely concerned with inheritance, sisterhood and female friendship (in scare quotes and otherwise) but not in a TERFy way.

Adelaide Henry carries an enormous steamer trunk with her wherever she goes. It’s locked at all times. Because when the trunk opens, people around Adelaide start to disappear. (bookshop.org link)

i try to read a couple reviews before writing my own, and there’s been a lot of grumbling that this book is comprised solely of diversity points. to which i say: do you really think interracial lesbians and trans people and autistic kids did not exist in 1915??? this is a pretty typical friend group. the weirdos band together.

i liked this book a great deal and had a good time with it. however, i think the denouement comes together a little too pat. i would have liked this book to be slightly longer than its 306 print pages. there are a lot of characters to juggle and there are two specifically i would have liked to see more so they feel a little less deus ex machina. however x2, i am deeply grateful to LaValle's wife who insisted on this specific ending. there are tragedies that happen in the book, but the book is not a tragedy.

there are in fact a fuck of a lot of threads being carried at all times, despite all these threads coming together somewhat unevenly in the last few chapters. there is a literary sleight of hand so effective (bc you are so relieved a group of characters hasn’t died and THEN so many things immediately happen) that you completely forget to question why the fuck this group left and came back in the first place (although you can come up with a satisfactory answer on your own by like. thinking for a minute). the suspense is sustained and effective as well, i was worried the whole time about something and devoured it in one sitting without getting up (mack, curled up against my side in bed, appreciated this a lot).

how scary is this book? more suspense and dread. there are very few detailed descriptions, there is simply. a lot of blood.

how horny is this book? i do very much like the pair of secondary lesbians (bisexuals? unclear. could be both/either. the distinction would not come for nearly another sixty years anyway). i complain a lot about when women aren’t horny enough, but if you make them both willing to fucking kill in a blink for each other and give me an achingly tender scene like this, im fine with this fairly tame level of horny!

watching

A scruffy garbage boy becomes the pupil of a famed gunfighter, and the stage for confrontation is set when the gunman overruns the boy's town through violence and corruption.

as an orphan with daddy issues, Day of Anger (1967, dir. Valerii) really fuckin hit for me. it's also an a-tier western i would let other people watch, slightly clunky at times but killingly sincere. really fun and unusual jazzy score, good camerawork. i really loved this but am having difficulty explaining why. it's coherent? do you know how rare that is for a spaghetti western???

it also has the best one minute forty-four seconds in any western ever, imo. why the fuck not have a joust!!! i do not watch spaghetti westerns for their restraint or subtlety!!! the HAHAHA SICKOS.meme moments, where it really fucking embraces its genre, are some of the best moments in the film. more FUCK yeah WHY NOT moments in other movies please.

youtube

this is one of lee van cleef's three "tutorship" movies (along with Death Rides A Horse and For A Few Dollars More), where he gets paired up with the spaghetti western version of a james bond girl. i don't remember who tagged one of my posts but he really is peak evil dilf here. the way he sets up his own destruction because he as a person cannot do anything else is just. pour it into my open mouth. yes thank you yumyumyum

it is not a complex plot, but thought and care was put into it. scott mary, the van cleef boy in this film, has a real character arc and an ambiguous ending. along with the score and lvc at his evil best, this is a novel example of a spaghetti western. the two-hour cut is here for free on tubi btw.

ty to @pasta-pardner for complaining that no one was talking about this movie, bc apparently that's a really effective hook for me. i love to feel exclusive.

playing

call of juarez: gunslinger, and i have finally determined that it was free on steam a couple two-three years ago and that's how i obtained it. mystery solved.

the conceit of this arcadey episodic first person shooter: you are semi-retired bounty hunter Silas Greaves, telling stories in a saloon to get free drinks out of your audience. the level can rapidly change as Silas' story changes: as he remembers things or as audience members argue with him. this is overall a pretty successful schtick and continues to be silly goofy fun.

i had so much fun with the first train level, where you are scrambling up through a derailed train over a ravine, that i immediately replayed it. i have never ever done this with a video game before. everything feels so precarious, it encourages speed without literally blowing the track up behind you. it is VERY fun to kick down train car doors and go into bullet time. it is VERY fun to defend a tunnel with a gatling gun. imo the sort of gleeful high-velocity gunfights this game wants you to have work best when you are fighting through a fairly contained level like a train-- the maps where you are running and gunning through an entire town can feel a little overwhelming.

the maps are generally the kind of over the top nonsense you expect from a spaghetti western-- in one level you are scrambling around under/on top of/through a giant trestle bridge trying to stay alive and deactivate some dynamite so the bridge and train stay unexploded. you fight through the ricketiest mine you can imagine! you fight on a steamboat beached in a swamp! you fight in a flooded graveyard in the same swamp! this game is not pretty, per se, but it is handsome. it uses vertical space really well.

the level with Indians is both better and worse than i hoped. Silas is after some Apaches who have escaped their reservation, and is sympathetic about them wanting off the reservation, but you sure do have a whole level about shooting guys anyway. this game leans really hard into, like, woo-woo nature medicine man abilities. luckily they are contained to the one level. this is pretty okay for 2013 (a named tribe, a sympathetic portrayal, they are defending instead of attacking or kidnapping) but they could have done better then and they can do better now.

additionally, i have some beef with the duel minigame-- im old. my reflexes are Not Good. there's a mexican standoff where there are three different things to keep track of and i have failed that duel seventeen times. i may be soft-locked due to a skills issue.

making

fallow week. im kind of frozen with fear about moving prep and really need to kick shit into gear despite the fact it is all very expensive and very scary. even when you have local people to look at apartments for you, the mere thought of renting an apartment without like Being There and seeing what the light is like and poking around under cabinets for mold and interrogating the neighbors is deeply uncomfy for me.

but onward! because we have to!

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Conceal {9}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Blood, Violence

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everything is different. You’re different. Master chief is different. But the two of you are the only ones who know this. That means this secret must be hidden. Can you both do it?

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Note II: Tapping into some Elsa vibes with the title. I had to be restrained from making the title: Conceal, Don’t Feel. Like seriously restrained. LMAOOO. Also, I am not 100% sure the ranking but I think I got it right, if not excuse the mistake and overlook it. Just know Seargent Y/N is ranked under master chief but just above the other Spartans.

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr. Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr.

The blaring alarms could be clearly heard. You jumped up reached for your weapon while rolling out of the bed, ready for anything. Scanning the dark room, you found no threat, only John across the room on the opposite side of the bed in the same crouching position you were in with his weapon raised. The light shining through the windows in a circular motion showed you his face in sporadic fashion.

“That’s the alarm for a breach,” John voiced.

Both of you stood at the same time. It was him looking over your body that made you remember you were naked—as was he. Both of your communicators went off and in the same breath both of you went into motion hurrying out of the bedroom to where your clothes was bundled. As you read the alert you groaned.

“All Spartans are bring called in. No word on if it’s a breach,” you announced hurrying back to your bedroom.

You quickly grabbed some clothes then pulled them on. You’d learned long ago how to get dressed in under two minutes. Now wasn’t any different. You dropped onto the bed and pulled on your boots then rushed out. John was just rising from a chair fully ready.

“Did I beat you.”

“Not this time.”

A half smile was spread across his lips. The two of you walked to the door but John pulled you back and pressed you into the wall and his body against yours. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Wha---.”

Your words were cut off by his lips for a tentative kiss, a kiss you returned. While every kiss between you over the last near forty-eight hours had been passionate, desperate and wild this one was slow almost hesitant, sweet and so tender. By now, you’d lost count of how many times he’s stolen your breath. When he pulled away you both sighed a sort of relieved sigh.

“What was that?”

John brushed your cheek with his thumb, “It felt right.”

You smiled and kissed him once more. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I know. I just had to--.”

You nodded fully understanding what he meant.

“Wait, it’s smart for us to go separately. We can’t let Halsey know that your pellet is gone.”

John’s jaw ticked and he slowly nodded.

“We can’t let her know a lot of things,” he added.

Your eyes met and the conversation continued, no words were necessary. Far too soon, John moved from you and walked through the door. Half of you wished he would look back, but the other half knew he wouldn’t. He was once again Master chief Petty Officer John-117 and you, his subordinate. It was almost painful—painfully poetic.

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“Spartans, fall in!”

You rushed in and fell in line along with Vannak, Riz, Kai and Master Chef, ready for instructions.

“All right Spartans, we have intel that says we have another artifact on Eridanus Two and thanks to Master Chief we can confirm that as accurate. Our plan is of course to get it before anyone else since we know we are not the only ones after it,” Captain Keyes briefed.

“I don’t think I have to stress how important it is for us to be the ones to get this artifact before the covenant,” Dr. Halsey said stressing her words for emphasis. “Do I make myself clear Spartans?”

“Affirmative, ma’am!”

“We’re tails up in ten, move out,” Captain Keyes finished.

You and the other Spartans made your way over to your suits in controlled fashion and proceeded to change and suit up. The entire time you undressed, you tried to keep your head in the game and on mission rather than where you’d been not even thirty minutes ago. Peeling off your leggings, you reached for the one impact proof one piece you wore under your suit. You glanced across the way to find John’s eyes on you and the intensity you saw in them made you fumble the garment. Your eyes locked and you knew what he was thinking. The moment seemed to last for eternity. His eyes bore into you and stripped you of the remaining clothes you wore. The look in his eyes said if you were alone he’d slam you against the metal of the lockers and fuck you hard and raw. Your belly quivered. You wanted it.

“Master chief.”

John snapped his head away to give his attention to Miranda who’d somehow kept up beside him. You looked back into your locker and grabbed the garment you’d long dropped and proceeded to stuff your legs inside.

“Seargeant (your chosen nickname).”

You looked over your shoulder into Kai’s face and instantly came back to yourself. You were Seargeant Second Class Y/N-144. You were a solider—a weapon made by the UNSC to get the most complex and impossible missions completed. You were not a woman. Not a woman with thoughts of her own. Not a woman who could feel, desire or want. Not a woman who knew what a kiss felt like. Not a woman who knew what it was like to have master chief’s hands on your body or have him inside of you. You were a weapon. A lethal weapon with one objective—the mission.

“Kai,” you replied keeping your voice even and free of any emotion.

She studied you but didn’t say anything else. You tried not to think about what she was searching for.

“Nothing,” she said before she turned back to her own locker.

Pushing the encounter to the back of your mind, you continued to suit up reciting the objective in your mind. Once outfitted you walked over to the weapons rack and caught John walking off with Dr. Halsey. Curiosity picked at you. What could she be saying to him? Was she giving him different orders or was she trying to dig her hooks deeper into him? Whatever she was doing John’s face, and posture gave nothing away. He just nodded his head like the obedient solider he'd always been. It hit you then this would be his first mission completely free of the pellet, completely at the mercy of his human thoughts and emotions.

You remembered your first mission and said a silent prayer he had an easier time than you had.

“Seargeant Second Class 144.”

You stood at attention as Miranda approached.

“Dr. Keyes.”

“At ease.”

You eased your stance but kept your eyes forward and off of her. She leaned closer just a touch and spoke.

“Head in the game?”

“Affirmative.”

“The full force of the UNSC will be accompanying you to Eridanus Two. Be sure to remain compliant.”

She was reminding you the best she could that eyes would be everywhere and neither you nor John could fuck up and give anyone reason to suspect anything was off. You nodded.

“Yes Dr. Keyes.”

She nodded then walked off. If you hadn’t been anxious before, you sure as hell were now.

“Conceal, Y/N, conceal,” you whispered to yourself.

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The ride through slip space was a quiet one. Sometimes you and the others would goad each other about your skills and who was better but now none of that happened. Everyone sat in their seats, backs straight, heads high and eyes forward awaiting deployment. Across from you, John sat the same as all of you were—disciplined. With his helmet on, you had no idea where he was looking but you didn’t doubt he was focused. There was something about putting on the full suit that did something to one’s focus. Somehow no matter how distracted you were, putting on the helmet always brough things to a point.

“Entering Eridanus Two outer space now. Prepare to exit slip space,” the voice informed through the ship.

You gritted your teeth and allowed the feeling in your belly to course through you. It was similar to doing a free fall with no gravity to catch you only intensified twofold. It only lasted a few seconds though. Kai and the others were lucky. You were certain they didn’t feel it because you hadn’t felt it before your pellet was removed. Now you felt it every journey in and out of slip space. A few minutes later, the ship was on the surface and soldiers and Spartans disembarked.

Halsey walked off with John behind her scanning their surroundings. They were headed to look into the location of the artifact.

“Spartans maintain a perimeter, keep your eyes open and weapons ready,” John ordered through coms.

“Yes, master chief,” you all replied in unison.

For the next thirty or so minutes, you walked the surface checking areas where enemy combatants could be lying in wait and even those any inhabitants of the planet could be buried. Eridanus Two was practically a wasteland, one of the harshest planets to survive on but you didn’t doubt that some poor souls called it home. Not many came here. It was the perfect place for an artifact to be. It would have remained unbothered for centuries.

By the time your boredom set in, you realized it had been nearly three hours. Three hours and nothing had happened. Three hours and the artifact had not been acquired. You wondered what was happening. Was John all right? Suddenly, a massive energy pulse went through you and as far as you could see and sent you flying and down for the count as the loudest pulsing and screeching sound went off around you. It didn’t hurt though—it felt like it was talking to you and what it said crippled you.

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-John-

He shouldn’t have touched it but there was no way he couldn’t have not. Like being in slip space, he saw memories of himself he didn’t recognize. He felt feelings he remembered feeling somewhere in him. It all seemed so similar, so real. He knew they were real. This hadn’t been the first time he’d experienced memories. He traced this back to the first time he touched the artifact in Madrigal. He knew these were his memories. This latest set pulled it all together. Halsey had been lying—about everything. She’d taken him from his home and turned him into this.

His gut bubbled with bile and rage. As he stood, he saw red, and his only wish was to see blood. His eyes fell back to the artifact he’d just touched, the artifact that had given him these answers, that had pieced everything together for him. He felt connected to it, and he knew for sure he had something to do with it. They were connected.

“John?”

He spun on his heels and glared at her. Through his helmet he knew she couldn’t see the anger in his eyes but he knew in seconds she would feel it. He took a step to her, she took one back.

“John,” she cautioned sensing the predatory instincts coursing through him.

“You’ve been lying to me.”

Halsey’s eyes widened but it wasn’t with confusion it was with shock and fear. That was all the answer he needed. Ther was no mistake. She was the villain in this story—his story.

“John,” she cautioned again.

He ignored her and stepped closer.

“Why have you been lying to me?”

“I—I--,” she stuttered before gulping. You need to listen to me. I know you have a lot of questions.”

“I will get the answers!”

He leapt to her, but she slipped to the side before slapping something onto the back of his head sending him into darkness.

When his eyes opened, he had two thoughts, you then Halsey. Getting to his feet he began stalking from the cave but once he stepped out, he felt it—the incoming threat of carnage. Someone—or someone was coming. Seconds later, there was a large explosion. Several others echoed after and fire and shouts came next. He felt torn. His training said the mission was paramount, but everything else in him said you came above it all.

“Spartans on me!”

He heard the response of Riz, Kai, and Vannak but he didn’t hear you. He began to call your name but stopped himself. Balling his fists he tried again.

“144 come in!”

Silence.

“144 come in, now!”

Still nothing. He gritted his teeth and continued to usher the soldiers into motion.

“Riz, Kai, Vannak, do you have eyes on (your chosen nickname)?”

“No, master chief,” they replied together.

Worry set in, then he heard another reply come in.

“144 was securing the west quadrant perimeter. That is where her location is paused,” Riz answered.

He dodged a bomb, dove to the right then opened up his map and sure as day your dot was stilled.

“144 come in. Do you need assistance?”

Nothing.

“Goddamn it!”

“Master chief your orders are to get the artifact to Dr. Keyes’s ship,” Captain Keyes informed.

Again he gritted his teeth. This was the first time he wanted to ignore an order. The first time he had the free will and desire to say no.

“144 is mission, Captain Keyes.”

“Understood but the artifact is what we came here for. It is the mission not 144.”

“Fuck!”

An enemy combatant ran to him completely unaware that he was an uncaged animal right now. Lifting his foot, he sent it into their chest sending them flying. He pulled his secondary weapon out and released three shots dropping the fighter. He jumped onto the speeding vehicle that held the artifact, shooting down an incoming raider whose intent was to overtake it.

“Not today. Spartans, get in!”

In seconds Riz, Kai and Vannak barreled to him and leapt into the vehicle. With Riz on the machine turret, she took over shooting any and everything that did not look human. As he drove, he kept an eye on the map on his forearm at your dot that still wasn’t moving. Damn it, he thought. Something was wrong. You wouldn’t go silent, not in combat and not after last night. He heard more persistent orders telling him to get the artifact to the ship and he wished for the first time to be anyone else. Anyone who could get to you.

“Goddamn it 144, reply now!”

He heard a chough and a long groan. It was a familiar one.

“144?”

“Uuugh, fuck, what—what--.”

“144 come in!”

“I’m here.”

He sighed out as he swerved missing a newly dropped bomb. The vehicle did a donut bringing up a thick cloud of dust.

“Twelve o’clock, three o’clock and above,” Riz shouted.

Each of them went into action on the location at the same time. Vannak went for the three o’clock, Kai the twelve and he aimed his weapon up and fired round after round.

“Clear!”

“What’s happening? The covenant?”

“Get your ass to my location 144.”

You groaned again and he worried you were hurt. When he was about to ask you spoke.

“Yes, master chief.”

He looked at the map on his forearm again and saw your dot moving. Slight relief washed over him, and he found he could focus on the mission again thought the nagging need to see you himself still picked at him. He doubted he would be fully focused until you were on his six. He drove and swerved around obstacles and focused on the road and not the screaming soldiers around him. There was so much carnage, so much destruction. He was numb to it before but now—he saw this war up close and way too personal.

“Coming to you, master chief,” you said.

He saw you from the side but also saw a hover rover coming for you.

“On your nine, 144!”

You leapt but it was too late, it collided with you and shot you through the air and several feet. He watched your body fall beam over the cliff and right in the middle of where the battle was the bloodiest. All he heard was the sound of his own heart nothing else registered. You remained down for too long.

“144.”

No response. As he drove further and further away, he thought of his options. He knew what he should do but what he was about to do was not it.

“Stay on mission, John!”

Halsey’s orders were loud and clear, but something else spoke to him much clearer and much louder.

“Vannak take the wheel. I won’t let her die.”

Before anyone else could get a word in he leapt out of the vehicle and ran to the edge of the cliff. He saw quickly approaching enemy mid-range ship and he jumped for it landing on its hull. Pulling his side piece, he shot into it knowing he’d made impact. Soon, the ship began declining. He rode the steam down then jumped off right before it collided with a much larger ship. A massive explosion erupted for a few moments all was silent.

When he stood, he saw a legion of covenant fighters armored up, and armed across the field that was set ablaze. He counted at least ten with one large ugly son of a bitch in the center.

“Great.”

Right in front of the legion there you were crumpled still barely moving.

“I’m coming, Y/N. Tuck and hang on.”

You didn’t reply and he prayed he wasn’t too late. The legion screamed a battle cry then took off for him. Releasing his own battle cry, he followed. He was ready to show them the demon they swore he was. He bent grabbed a discarded weapon and shot until the chamber emptied. He then shouted in frustration and threw it lodging it in the skull of one of the fighters. He tumbled, grabbed another and off-loaded sending bullets into most of the fray. Still the large one remained. He grabbed two weapons and went into close combat rotating in a circling taking them out one at a time. When the weapons failed, he relied on his fists.

To anyone looking in the outcome probably looked grim, but he didn’t care. To him he wouldn’t stop until he got to you. The large one grabbed him and threw him across the field. He should have said thanks because he was now closer to you. You were now on your back. Not dead. He stood fighting through the pain and ran for the only one standing. He took a foot to the head then dropped to his knee. Sensing this fighter’s next move, he waited. When the punch came, he grabbed onto its arm hooking himself on then climbed up lodging himself on its back. With the last weapon he had, he released shots into its back then attached an explosive. Before he could leap off, it hooked him. It must have sensed its demise and wanted to take him along. The explosive went off and he went flying.

Again, silence was all he heard. Silence with a high-pitched ringing. Groaning he flipped onto his back and tried to catch his breath. On his back he saw a ship break off form the hovering one that he guessed was where whoever was in charge was waiting. The breakaway ship began its descent and he cursed.

“Goddamn it!”

Across the field by you he saw the artifact. You were maybe ten or so feet apart. It was now a choice he had to make. He could grab one, but he doubted he could do both. He could hear a staticky command, but he couldn’t make it completely. What he did get was artifact. He knew it was an order to secure it. He saw you make a move to your knees, but you dropped back down. Your eye shield was broken, and it gave him a slight look at one of your eyes. It was bloodshot and locked on his.

“The artifact, John. Not me.”

He gritted his teeth. The largest combatant he’d seen dropped from the sky and landed in a cloud of dust. In hand was a massive clobber axe that looked ready for action. Another curse escaped him before he took off running toward the fight. As the creature lifted its weapon to swing, he slid intending to go through its legs, but he was met with an oncoming attack. In the nick of time, he opened his shield bit it was too late. It sent him right back to where he’d begun. With the upper hand the combatant ran to him with weapon held high. It slammed it down, but he rolled to the side avoiding the weapon completely.

Looking into the face of his opponent, he almost gulped. He was the ugliest son of a bitch he’d ever seen. He clocked a weapon a few feet away then ran to it. The creature made a move for the artifact instead. It registered too late; you were standing by the artifact with your foot on it. You looked half dead but still defiant as all hell. You opened fire with the two weapons in hand shouting the entire time like the badass you were. He might have smiled and felt pride at the sight in a different situation but seeing how the gargantuan figure still ran to you he felt something else. Fear.

Without thinking, he grabbed the mine explosion laying on the ground that he knew must have fell out of one of their ships. He ran like his life depended on it toward the creature because he felt it did. When one of your weapons went out, you grabbed your secondary and opened fire again. Just before the other went out he jumped, soared through the air and landed on its back ramming the device into its flesh. It screeched out and reached for him, but he propelled off of its back soaring to you. You didn’t stop firing even with one weapon. As he glided past you, he grabbed it and aimed for the device. It exploded and he grabbed you, while you grabbed the artifact. The explosion sent you across the field.

He gasped long and sprung up to a sitting position. He frantically looked around for you then saw you lying there a few feet away. He scurried to you and realized you clutched the artifact to your chest.

“Y/N!”

You gasped then coughed. He pulled off his helmet then yours and looked into your battered and bloodied face. Through the damage he saw your eyes were open. He sighed in relief.

“Artifact---secure,” you grunted then smiled.

He scoffed. You were a badass all right. A badass with a death wish. Suddenly, a beam of blue light came down, enclosing you in its perimeter. Your eyes widened as you began to levitate off the ground.

“No, Y/N!”

“John!”

Your panic was evident but you didn’t release the artifact.

“They want the artifact. Let it go!”

“No!”

“Y/N, let it go. That’s an order!”

You didn’t and soon got out of reach of him.

“Let it go!”

Your eyes locked and that fear from earlier returned.

“John!”

“Let it go Y/N, I can’t lose you. I can’t!”

You released it but you still beamed up to the ship. Seconds later, your body dropped while the artifact went up. Sliding just in time, he caught you before you collided with the ground. The covenant ship zipped through the air taking off. He should have cared that the artifact was gone and the mission a failure, but he didn’t. He held you tighter. What he cared about was that he had you.

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katzkinder · 2 years

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Greed pair hc? :3

This is so late I’m so sorry lmao

Anyway uhhh

Contrary to popular belief, Licht doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty so long as it’s for a worthy cause. He enjoys volunteering at animal shelters and doesn’t complain even when he gets assigned the unfun tasks, like pooper scooping or cleaning the kennels and cages. He does, however, wear gloves for these tasks, as per Lawless’s insistence. The chemicals for cleaning aren’t harsh, but the amount of times you have to wash your hands after handling various things makes your skin dry and crack like crazy and it becomes painful. Licht was stubborn about it at first but relented the first time he realized he had microcuts via hand sanitizer dispenser lololol. He completely froze up and his movements became wooden as he sloooowly turned to his Servamp, held out his hand, and commanded “Give”

Lawless winced sympathetically but did NOT pass on the opportunity to tease his Eve, because when does he? No sense of preservation, that one

Licht is autistic and Lawless has ADHD. I do not accept criticism on this headcanon. I do, however, think it’s hilarious to consider that Lawless considers his most productive period to be the one when speed was legal and he never made any kind of connection with that. Neither did he ever with why coffee, particularly espresso, is so appealing to him. Self medicating with caffeine goes brrr

Licht has a weird thing about Eyes. Like, eyes in places they shouldn't be, creatures or monsters with too many eyes... That kind of thing. It's not necessarily scopophobia or trypophobia, it's just... Something the unsettles him to a crazy degree. Animals with strange eye configurations don't bother him, either, it's just... Youkai with eyes in places they don't belong or mutations that result in extra eyes? Yeah, no. Go away, he Does Not Want. No idea where this headcanon came from? It just feels right.

Lawless actually has a semi-popular influencer account on insta. Mostly foodie and book reviews or a combination of the two. He doesn't like overly sweet things but he does enjoy taking his Eve to dessert places. Seeing Licht happy makes him happy, and also he can earn brownie points by bringing something nice back for Krantz lol

Both of them hold a grudge against the Envy pair for the hotel incident. Licht because of their rough treatment of Krantz, Lawless because Jeje shot Licht in the arm. We all know Lawless can hold grudges for forever, and this is one he probably won't let go until long after their Eves are all dead and gone. It helps (hurts?) that he's accepted that it's okay for him to care for his Eves again.

Speaking of that incident, Licht genuinely doesn't care that Jeje shot him lol. Like, why would he? He's an angel, it's only natural that such a thing wouldn't have long term repercussions for him. Krantz and Lawless almost certainly cried blood trying to make him rest his arm while it healed.

Because of the contract link, Lawless ends up very attuned to Licht's sensory needs and can often feel an overload coming on before Licht does himself. It's useful, since Licht is stubborn and the type who tries to power through everything, regardless of how he actually feels. Lawless complains and complains and Licht is somewhat grateful for the excuse it gives him. He knows what his devil servamp is doing, but he can't find it in him to be mad about it. Besides. It's painful for Hyde, too.

Lawless doesn't like for people who aren't Licht to call him Hyde. It's his special name, given to him by his special person. It's one thing if he uses it himself for filling out paperwork, another entirely if it's someone he's introduced himself to as Lawless and they insist on using his Eve given name. Feels disrespectful to him. He didn't give you permission to use that!

Licht is kind of smug about it lol

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shuckinbeanz · 1 year

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Three's a Charm

warnings/notes: NSFW, spoilers about one of the endings, spoilers about Sym's full name and species, spoilers about dys, dys is an embo it's a new word I made up for the emo himbo, just started finkin bout Dys n triplets with reader so here's some hcs and snippets. this turned into an very long simp-fest somewhere along lmao so lots of very kinky snu-snu, bits about Sym being a GodGardenfather included bc he loves kids, and tidbits ab Dys being a dad :3

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-first things first it took a bit of convincing

-he was wary at first bc of his mom and how would he be a good dad, out for months at a time????

-but like at the same time, he understood, ya'know??? sweet lil u, always as touch starved as he is when he returns to the colony, he always feels so bad when he leaves you behind, and believe me when I say he tried to stay. it did not go well at all, he was literally teetering overhead a mental meltdown so you had to kick him out for his own mental health.

-bbs that smell like him and resemble him would soothe you and his worry about leaving you without a piece of him 🥰

-everybody thought y'all would be one of the first parents and making more after you made that deal with the gardeners, because of how clingy of a couple you two were, literally joined by your hands and how much time you two spent alone together

-y'all lmfao I don't think you know bc of his chronic wanderlust and how he's away months at a time, but my man has high libido and saying that is a literal understatement

-he is obsessed with you, like borderline yandere but even that's pushing it

-he melts under your touch, he's so dependent on your love

-majority of the time this escalates from cuddling to mating like animals bc like I said, high libido

-when he returns from expeditions, expect to be fucked out, every night until dawn, for a freaking week at least istg 😩

- ^^^ this is why you both got contraceptive implants, like the best ones which can be removed at any time

-he can't get enough, especially if you cling to him during sex like your life depended on him. his heart, his soul, his brain, his body, everything is on overdrive bc he so badly wants to love and be loved back with every fiber of his being, only way he knows how is fucking your brains out pls 😭😭

-man is very handsy behind closed doors, always touching and groping you like it's the very first time, and if you were the same? if he could, he'd have hearts in his eyes

-he likely knows your body better than he knows his, so expect him to tenderly overwhelm you into squirting

-first time he made you squirt, he made it his mission to go above and beyond

-praise kink go brrr--

"Thaaaat's it, beautiful. F-Fuckin'-oh, hahh--squirt f'me, pretty baby, please?"

"Sh-Show me, sugarbug. Please, baby, show me--ooh, h-how good I make you feel."

-due to his augmentation, he's literally not afraid of anything, even pain

-so fucking overstimulate him

-he lives for your touch, so have your way with him milk him dry, it's all the same to him, long as you touch him, he's so hungry for your attention to the point of self destruction

-he's a cheeky bastard so you gotta work for it at first

-you never thought a man could squirt until you gave in and gave him what he wanted so desperately

"Fucking--just touch me, already, I can take it, oh stars--you know I can, Y/N, please!"

" 'til 'm shootin' blanks, fuckin' stars, s-s'good!"

-his tears are God tier, like chef's kiss gorgeous

-pretty onyx hues glassy n rolling to the back of his head 🥺

-you were genuinely surprised how intense his orgasm was, n how much cum came squirtin out of him and how far the shot went omg 🥵

-don't remind him, he's still embarrassed that he passed out after that poor bb😭

-any position you can think of, you are you and he wants you for as long as possible.

-despite his initial weariness of knocking you up, he goes full throttle when it's time. it's breeding season, honey.

-when you tell him, 'daddy, plant your seed~' when he's balls deep in your cunt, all train of thought comes to a crashing wailing halt. he completely loses all rhyme or reason, everything except for breeding like a goddamn jack rabbit thrown right out the fucking window. he won't let you go until it takes.

Curses pass his lips like a mantra; he's close, again. He has you caged down in a mating press like an animal, mounted on your overworked wriggling form, his cock bullying your cervix you could almost swear was starting to bruise. You've creamed and been creamed so many times, you've completely lost count. You can only squeal for his baby juice and claw at him the nth time he empties his load and uselessly kick your legs in the air as the sheer weight of his cock sends you over the edge yet again, your cock-drunk babbles only spurring him on.

Your husband was obsessed with you…and it turns out he's hidden a huge breeding kink without either of you knowing about it.

He won't let you go, oh stars, no-he has stamina for days. Not until he either starts shootin' blanks, or passes out. It's highly likely the latter.

You want that baby, right, sugarbug? Keep clinging to him like your life depends on it. Vertumna, just keep begging for his seed, it sends him over the edge every damn time. Never fuckin' fails.

-and oh boy, does it ever take. his sperm count is on the high side and he's a very healthy specimen, and you don't find this out until a few weeks along in your pregnancy

Symbiosis was incredibly taken by your pregnancy. He was a very close friend, always there to help you with your morning sickness among just about every other thing, and a huge cuddle buddy when your hormones started going out of whack. You were hot, then you were cold, both in the physical and emotional sense, and Sym was just the right temperature and ever-patient. It was cute, really, how awestruck he was by your growing belly.

He was incredibly supportive, easily sliding into the position of God-or Gardenfather, rather-of the life inside you quite perfectly, even more so after Dysthymia left a month after the news of success, succumbing to his innate wanderlust.

It wasn't until Sym asked, one day, if you were supposed to grow this fast. The colony had yet to see a pair of twins, and this being your first pregnancy, fear and worry for the worst settled into your bones, and a visit to med bay later, you found you were having not twins…

But healthy triplets, courtesy of your husband's fecundity.

Sym was excited, and that was an understatement. One of the two humans he loved dearly carried not one, not two, but three precious offspring. One of the many reasons he'd put his very existence on the line for, to see your lovely species proliferate. You and your husband proved not so long ago to him, his trust in you was not mistaken; it was well appreciated.

It was about one week later when Dys returned, to see you as heavy as he remembers Tammy, when she was later along, and if he didn't lose track of time, you were nearing the end of your first trimester, and just moving onto your second.

You were curled up right beside Sym, completely conked out with evidence of crying on your face, tissues and snacks long abandoned in favor of much needed sleep. The alien was wide awake, hand still in the rhythm of comforting strokes along your back.

It's juvenile of him, he knows, but Dys feels a spark of jealousy briefly ignite in him, seeing you so comfortable in someone else's arms. It's quickly overridden by wonder, however, when he sees just how pregnant you are as he approaches quietly.

The familiar earthy musk that wafts into the room has your nose doing a bunny twitch. Your pregnancy has heightened some of your senses, if not all; your sense of smell being one of them. In your waking moments, he glances to Sym questioningly. How in Vertumna did you get this big? Was he gone that long??

In turn, the Gardener gave a cryptic smile as you outstretched your arm, drowsily latching onto your husband, almost instinctively. You knew his scent by heart. "Dyyyyys…" you croaked hoarsely.

"Hello, beautiful." he greets you with a smile, and you only hum contentedly. Sym, out of habit, helps guide your form towards Dys-something he'd picked up from being by your side from the moment he learned you were carrying.

"Whoa, there, I just got home." he starts as you awkwardly koala hug him and attempt to bring him back down with you, "I need to shower, babe." propping himself up, mindful of your belly. You scrunch your face before sleepily crooning an "I don't caaaare…"

"Well, I do. It'll give you a moment to wake up, and when I'm done, I can tell you what happened out there after you tell me what happened here, okay?" he tells you, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss on you, which you return after a brief few moments.

"Okay?" he repeats softly against your lips, and you hum in reply, finally letting him go with a soft, happy "Welcome home."

-when he learns he planted triplets in you, he will go through so many emotions at once. there's the masculine thrill of he's knocked up his sweet obsession so heavily and the possessive pride that you're carrying his kids, plus the worry what if something goes wrong, especially if he's away??? stars, beautiful! everything is very overwhelming, especially the fact your growing tummy does things to him

-you thought he was handsy before? you are in for a surprise, especially when he feels them move/kick/punch for the first time

-pregnancy sex

-please for the love of Vertumna don't deprive him of lovin'! getting you off is his love language

-if he wasn't fascinated with your tits before oh boy he is now

-watching your tits plump up with milk he's mesmerized

-he learns very quickly your nipples are uber sensitive so he pays very special attention to them

-when you're full and sore and leaking go to him, he's so skilled with his hands he will make you cum from your tits alone he's got a lactation kink but he won't admit it

Your chest heaves as you pant heavily, still shivering from the aftershocks from the nipple orgasms your husband put you through, thick dribbles of milk still oozing from each one-though not as much as before, his hands having given you relief from carrying too much of the substance.

"You're so gorgeous, Y/N." you hear him praise you, as he takes your trembling legs and hoists them onto one shoulder. "Ready, beautiful? Need to give you some love here, too." he says, and a moment later you feel his heavy cock head against your pulsing entrance.

You weakly wiggle your hips, impatient for him to fill you up already. He laughs softly, nudging against your eager hole before sliding in. You croon and he all but shudders as your gummy insides greedily pull him in; and he's happy to oblige, sinking balls deep into your pregnant cunt.

"Hhh--fuck, gimme a moment, pretty…" he huffs, his hand traveling to caress your tummy.

-he's low-key dreading the time you pop, knowing full well how it is it's excruciating and he hates it when you're in pain outside controlled bedroom activities

-as you're carrying the colony's first set of triplets, he's banned from med bay along with all other non-medical personal

-anxiety

-and that's an understatement

-man will pace

-and he will get worse with every cry and wail

-paranoia

-not even Sym can stop him when he hears the sound of your final exhausted scream followed by his third bb starting to wail with their older siblins ssob 🥺

"Let me through!" he shouts. "Dys, I don't think it's wise, man. I know how you--" "No! You don't, so don't even--" he argues with Cal defensively, grabbing his shirt. In turn, Cal's hands fly up peaceably, with a sheepish 'Now, I ain't trying to fight, dude.' which earns him a shove. "Dys, they will be okay." Sym tries to placate him.

"Don't you start, too, Sym." he meets the alien with uncharacteristic sharpness, a surge of agitation rushing through him, heart thrumming against his ribcage anxiously.

Never again. You sounded like you were in agony.

"They need me, they just gave birth to my kids, for Vertumna's sake!" he swears, pushing his way through.

No more kids, even if you wanted them. If the outcome hurts you, never again.

He was worried half to death. "I need to see if they're oh--" he opens the door, trailing off as he sees you.

Your tired, puffy red eyes lift from the triplets, one in each arm and one dozing off on your chest. You smile sweetly at him, and his pattering heart skips a beat. Calling you beautiful would be an understatement.

Before he knows it, he's by your side, Tammy's giggles and Instance's muttering be damned. He does offer a glance to his twin. Tang simply shrugs her shoulders, nodding to you and the three you held.

The room is then emptied, leaving only him, you, and the amalgamation of your love. He kisses your sweaty temple, gazing in awe at the three wrinkly little wonders. They were smaller than he thought they'd be.

You eventually rest your eyes, smiling serenely, content with the silence. So small and fragile…he was almost afraid to touch them. Almost, but for the most part, uneasy and insecure.

He couldn't get his eyes off of them. One begins to squirm for a brief few moments, and you huff softly, looking up to him then down to the newborns, so much love in your gaze.

Very hesitantly, he reaches out a finger to the fitful one, the other two sound asleep. The newborn latches onto his finger, turns their head with a soft grunt, and opens their eyes.

Their sweet hues were crossed, and the toothless grin that plasters into their face? It's priceless. He feels a hole in him fill right up, and tears begin to form.

What did he do to deserve such precious things?

You've given him the greatest gifts he could ever receive, and then some.

-after he officially enters fatherhood, you will notice things change in him.

-it's gradual and these changes start off small, but they are there

-and the first one is he smiles more

-he's smitten with his triplets, always distracting himself with them when you need to sleep.

-he's in over his head at first, but with Sym's guidance from being a nanny for gaggles of kids, he soon learns the ropes

It's only been a few minutes since he's managed to put them to sleep, and he himself was especially tired. He can't help but continue watching the three infants resting on his arm, the heaviness of exhaustion becoming all the more apparent as his eyes burn for sleep.

Sleep.

It's only been a few months since the trio was born, but he's come to realize many things.

Each one of them, in their own ways, filled in the cracks that had formed within him throughout his life.

They, alongside you, made him feel more human.

The moment he saw you on the medical bed holding them, he knew he was enough, just as he was. The colony wasn't a cage, but a nest-a safe place for him you've kept throughout the years, always welcoming him back with open loving arms.

The wall he built, taller and taller; it doesn't crumble into nothing. He's free to come and go, at any point. He simply chooses to stay longer. You needed him. The triplets needed him.

The four of you always brought new discoveries, and he was eager to explore the family dynamic.

The oldest grunts just as he's about to doze off, and he flicks on his holopalm to record from habit, onyx hues wide and wakeful, now. A few moments pass, followed by the slow stretch of tiny limbs, and…

'Da…' a soft, but unmistakable word sounds. Pure joy blooms from his heart, his free hand flying to cover his mouth. He stares at the blip that was recording him and the trio, eyes becoming damp. He slides his hand down, and whispers;

"Did you hear that, beautiful? C/N's first word…they're dreamin', baby."

-he is always prepared to document their milestones, no matter how small when he's in the colony

-know how kids usually scream for the parent who was pregnant with them?

-well

-these three scream for Daddy when they throw fits.

-it's like they have a built-in 'Dad's home!' radar, too. and this means most of their tantrums are thrown when it's time for Dys to come home. they're MENACES istg 😭

"NOOOO!!!" the most powerful set of lungs of the trio wails indignantly, Sym's placating voice drowned out into the background, the other two sobbing for their father, huddled up against their triplet.

This builds up for a few days, and they eventually break out of the creche and scamper off to the gates, demanding their dad like the people there can make him come home sooner. Once in a blue moon, he's late, and it takes a lot of work on his part to calm them down.

This usually leads to an exhausted Dysthymia completely conked out with three equally as tired kids cradled by him. And this will happen anywhere in the colony, so you always find yourself guarding their precious nap. They don't get to see each other for months at a time, after all. 🥺

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birdantlers · 2 years

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How did your brain latch onto wtwb? Was it sudden inspiration or a longer process that led to the epiphany?

In late february/early march of 2020, I had a dream where I briefly saw Izuku and Toshinori sitting on the bed from interstellar like this (the rest of the dream was unrelated) and I wanted to draw it

(pic from March 9th 2020)

I never finished any of them but originally I just wanted to do 3 fake anime screenshots from an interstellar AU; the pic shown above, a shot of Izuku hanging out of a truck watching the drone fly overhead, and future Izuku running through a field with a gas can.

I got tired of drawing these for some reason and never finished, but I did write the Ghost oneshot which is. Quite literally just the scene from interstellar with a dadmight coat of paint lmao. The end is kind of the only part that deviates a little, which is why it's probably going to be the most unchanged part of the actual chapter, but I digress.

By the time I wrote the oneshot, COVID was in full swing and I was working as a bagger/cart pusher at the local grocery store at the height of the hoarding scare so. Kinda hellish lol.

The upside to my job though was that I actually had a fair amount of time where I didn't have to talk to anyone so I could just space out and think about fic stuff. I kept thinking about the interstellar thing and how that would work as an AU, title included.

I got so into it that at one point I thought of a scene I could write (extremely long in the runtime mind you) while I was at work and I remember stopping by the meat counter and thinking "dammit. I'm going to have to write this aren't I. I have to write That Scene."

There were also a few things I wanted to change about the tone and structure of the plot itself; namely weighing on more abstract, emotional, and mystic qualities of space than hard science. Also bird people. Those are mandatory

So I whipped out a Google doc and started outlining (I still use that thing to this day it's like 80 pages long 💀💀💀) and a couple months later I had chapter one done lol

Idk I think my brain latched onto it because.. I just like it lol. I think it's got some good ideas and it's a fucking. Ridiculous undertaking; the timeline looks like spaghetti and at my current rate i calculated that it could get into the ballpark of 300k words, but I like the idea so much I feel like I just have to test my mettle and do it. I want to say I was able to do it.

Also space just makes my brain and quite literally most of my body go brrr lol. Fueled by like 2½ hyperfixations

#ask #wtwb #when the wind blows #bnha fanfiction #skart #dadmight #midoriya izuku #all might

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bor0wik · 1 year

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Hehe, another backstory one-shot goes brrr.

Here's a reference sheet and backstory to my OC.

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That was the greatest way to start a new life...

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Warnings: child abuse (mentioned), not loved child, Terrence being a bitch, self harm (just a little but still), traumatic childhood in general

Long-ass one-shot

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"Daddy? Can i ask you something?" asked a little child, looking like 8-9 years old. There was just a low growl in a response. The child stepped closer to the Toppat leader, which was sitting at his desk, signing some documents. As you can think, he was looking irritated, but hearing his son was more irritating... As the child was getting closer to him, the more irritated he grew, which was a really, really bad thing. He only growled more low and more aggressively. When the child was like, three steps from him, he started talking again.

"Can i g-" before he could finish his sentence, the leader slammed his fist on the desk, and stood up fast.

"NO! You can't anything! Just go find something stupid that you like and stop asking some fucking dumb questions! Goddamnit! Why i even made you?!" he murmured that last part to himself, but that doesn't mean that he was fucking pissed. The child was standing there with tears in his eyes, quietly sobbing. Scared...

"What? Now you're crying? If you want to, just go somewhere else! I don't have time and any more patience. Just fucking leave!" he yelled at the poor boy. The boy quickly went to his room. He sited in the corner of his room, which was the mostt far away from the door. He knew that Terrence will come in a minute or less and... Probably he will have a new scar to his collection.... He have plenty of scars on his body, but the worst one is the one on his left eye. His father took a glass bottle then and threw it at him. He was drunk then, so it was much worse. Now he was just waiting for another beating from him. After seconds, he heard those loud, menacing footsteps on the metal floor, echoing through the whole base.

Time to get another scars...

________---- time skip: 9 years later ----_________

This was this day...

The day that he can finally be free from his father's abuse.

He will not miss him, not even a little.

Terrence was dethroned, after all this pain not only for Benjamin, but for the whole clan, they all can finally not be scared about their lifes. Now Reginald was about to be the new leader.

He definitely will be better leader than that prick of a father...

Benjamin was watching the ceremony of Reginald getting the Terrence's title and the crowd of Toppats applauding from behind the wall. He didn't wanted to be seen by them. They knew about Terrence and the child, they just knew Benjamin, but he just didn't wanted to look like a "threat" or something. They could think that his son might want a revenge for killing his father.

Only if they knew the truth...

Benjamin was heading back to his old room, where he started looking around it. Unfortunately all the bad memories startes playing in his mind again. He started hyperventilating and quickly went to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He grabbed a knife that was lying on the sink and made one, but deep cut on his left wrist. He wimced in pain and grabbed some bandages from the med kit. After he done, he made a decision about he was contemplating for long time actually. He started packing some important thing to a small backpack, he stole some food and water from kitchen, and sneaked to one of the escape pods. He stepped into it and pressed a button.

Goodbye Toppat Clan.

Forever...

________---- time skip: 12 years later ----________

Benjamin was sitting in his apartament, watching something on Netflix. Then he was thinking,

I have to do something other than lying all day on couch and watching stupid movies. I have to find something for me!

He was still thinking about that for few minutes.

"Eh, five more movies." he nonchalantly said and went back to movie.

The next day

Benjamin was eating breakfast and searching for some job offers online. He didn't find anything interesting. He groaned and tried to finish his breakfast. After it, he went for a walk in the forest. He likes to walk there. Nobody interupt you, pure silence, only some birds chirping but that's actually relaxing. Then he stumbled onto the government's base. He saw an opportunity in that. He went and tried to apply.

Time skip (i'm lazy, i know -_-)

Benjamin was officially working with the government. He met some really nice people here. He really likes to talk with Rupert in the morning, this is the best kind of chatting with your co-workers. But they're friends in general. Of course he made friends with some other people, and he's even has a crush now (AN: well, that was fast). Well, as you can assume, yeah, that's Henry (AN: Suprise bitch >:D). He could just look into that blue eyes of his all day long, without getting bored. He could hug him all day. Kiss him until he would be kissed in every part of his body ((⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)). Well, it's just time, that we have to wait for him to eventually be brave enough to do this. Actually Benji was lying on the bed in his tent, looking up, like this was the most interesting thing.

"Well, that was the greatest way to start a new life..."

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What the fuck?!

How the fuck it's that long?!

I'm not complaining tho, but holy shit!

Well, you have the explanation for Benjamin's backstory.

Hope you enjoyed ^^

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #terrence suave #Benjamin suave

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anerol152 · 1 year

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Fic Trope List

Slowburn or Love at First Sight (gimme that sweet sweet 70k(+) of character growth and suffering and there is one one bed oh my)

Fake Dating or Secretly Dating (I mean, one turns into the other)

Enemies to Lovers or Best Friends to Lovers (why not both? at the same time? plus I am weak for "Who hurt you?")

“Oh no, there’s Only One Bed” or Long Distance Correspondence (see #1 for reference)

Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia (again, one can have both but h/c gives more plot opportunities)

Fantasy AU or Modern AU (see you'd think it would be otherwise but modern au has coffeeshop AUs)

Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss (once again see #1, plus pinning can end w domestic bliss so win-win)

Smut or Fluff (depends on the day really, best would be a mix of both, for some ships. this week it's fluff tho)

Canon-Compliant/Missing Scenes or Fix-It (I like fix-it as much as any other person but have you heard of hurt/no comfort)

Alternate Universe or Future Fic (again on the fence w this one. but AU wins by statistics tho man are the future fics fun sometimes)

One Shot or Multi-chapter (one shot for the short ones, other better be min of 2ch)

Kid Fic or Road trip Fic (ok see, I really don't care for road trip fics. nobody really does that here so can't relate)

Reincarnation or Character Death (sometimes you need the sad. also man am I tired of some reincarnation fics for certain fandoms)

Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage (the second one leads to funny times and pinning while first one leads to enemies to lovers and that's a completely different genre)

High School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance (just let them go to college at least. please. just once. no more high school. gimme those post cannon vibes fics)

Time Travel or Isolated Together (time travel makes the brain go brrr)

Neighbors or Roommates (and they were roommates!)

Sci Fi AU or Magic AU (eeeeh, they overlap)

Body swap or Gender change (by statistics, gender change sadly usually end up being self inserts)

Angst or Crack (but do consider crack treated seriously tho! those are fun but yeah no, viva la angst)

Apocalyptic or Mundane (eh, the stress will make the plot go on)

Tagging: @kingcanuck @drowsy-salamander @alexjusso

#fic trope list #fanfiction #fanfic #this was fun #might as well admit to my crimes ig /j #ty for tagging me rainy

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Hannibal Rises: Part 3.

“Now then…where were the other two?”

*BOOM!* *BOOM!*

“Ugh! What the-!”

*Katagiri suddenly gets blasted from above. Looking upwards, he sees where he’s being shot at.

Drop me down! NOW!

Right!

Mii-Yu! Komaru!

*Mii-Yu soars above Katagiri, with Komaru holding onto her legs. She lets go and flies down towards Katagiri.

RAGH!

*BOOM!*

...

...!

*She points the hacking gun directly at the robot’s face and blasts it point blank. It does basically nothing.

“HYAGH!”

*THUD!*

OOOF!

*The robot grabs her and chucks her into a tree.

Ngh...That...usually works...

Yeah, we already TRIED attacking the head.Uh...where’s your leg?

*Toko makes note of the fact that Komaru isn’t wearing her prosthetic.

Had to leave it behind...SOMEONE broke it.

Please tell me you at least recognize the giant killer robot as the enemy and not me!? And where did you get a second hacking gun? Pretty sure I destroyed that too!

Mii-Yu gave it to me! Not that it seems to work on this thing!

It’s alright. Allow me to handle this!

“Oh? You have your own robot? This should be fun...”

Hngh!

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

*Mii-Yu flies quickly around and keeps blasting

“Ngh...It’s certainly frustrating.”

*The blasts do little to phase the robot. But then...

*PEW!* *PEW!*

“Hmph!”

*CHUNK!* *BRRR!* *BOOOM!*

NRGH!

*Katagiri dodges two separate blasts of lasers that almost hit him from behind. He also equips the robot’s sniper rifle at long last and blasts the trees where it came from. The tree is blasted to pieces, but Shuichi, who was hiding behind it, dives out of the way behind some other bushes.

“Ah, that’s right...I still didn’t take care of the pale boy!”

Eyes on me, monster!

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

“Oh, don’t worry! I didn’t forget about YOU!”

*FWOOOSH!* *BOOOM!*

GAGGGAGH!

MII-YU!

*THUDDD!*

*Katagiri backflips to avoid Mii-Yu’s incoming blasts, then spins back and fires a rocket at her. The rocket moves faster than expected, and it hits Mii-Yu dead on, who collapses to the ground unconscious.

*PEW!*

“...!”

*He dodges another blast from within the trees.

“...Hehe...You’re mine...”

*BOOOOM!*

AAAGH!!!??

SHUICHIII!

*Shuichi dodges and weaves through the bushes, continuing to fire at the robot, but eventually, Katagiri reads his movements, and fires towards the shrubs as Shuichi dives out. The blast from the rifle hits Shuichi in the lower body, piercing straight through his torso.

Ok...That is IT!

*BOOM!* *BOOM!*

*Komaru uses her hacking gun to propel herself forward towards Katagiri.

Someone help Shuichi!

I’m on it! Hold tight buddy, I’ve got meds on hand!

“Hrrnngh! GAGH!”

WOAGH!?

*Komaru blasts herself upwards and narrowly avoids being decked by an incoming tree trunk that Katagiri throws at her.

*WHOOSH!*

“Hm...!?”

Grr! No one hurts my mom’s on my watch!

“Haha! You’re the one who deactivated Seishi! I suppose now is the time to avenge him! HAAGH!”

HMPH!

*Katagiri holds up the robot’s cape just in time to avoid being pierced by ninja stars that fly at him. He looks up to see Akeru bounding through the trees towards him. He grabs a branch and throws it like a spear towards her, but she leaps out of the way before she can be pierced.

Call it what you will, but I showed him MERCY!

*SWHING!* *SHWOOSH!* *WING!* *SHWOOSH!*

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

“Mrgh...GRRGH!”

*Komaru and Akeru circle the giant robot, Akeru continuously throwing ninja stars at the machine while Komaru blasts it with her hacking gun. Katagiri swipes out the robot’s hand to try and grab one of them, but they move too fast.

“...Hm...hmhmhm...GAGH!”

*CRUNCH!* *SLAM!*

UUGH!

GAGH!

*Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Katagiri to predict their movement patterns. In one swift motion, he steps on Komaru and pins her to the ground, and grabs Akeru by her throat.

“Hahaha...”

*PUNT!*

UUGH!

Komaru!

*Katagiri turns to Akeru, still struggling in his hand.

“You know...I don’t want to do this...And remember, I warned you that taking this path towards me would only lead to this conflict...But you and I know that it would eventually come to this, my dear niece.”

*FWOOOOOOM!* *CHHHRRRR!*

Wh-What’s going on!?

R-R-R-R-R-Rocket b-boosters-ROCKET-Boosters detected...Ka-Ka-Katagiri is a-attempting to-to-to fl-fly...

What!? That thing couldn’t fly before!?

Yeah, he upgraded it! We’ve been over this already!

Don’t even try! THAT’S MY DAUUGHTTEEER!

*FWOOOOM!*

!!!??

NOO!

*Still holding Akeru, Katagiri launches upwards and starts to rocket himself into the air. Toko tries to stop him, but he gets out of her reach, flying higher and higher, still holding tightly onto Akeru.

Mmmphh...UGH! Huh?

*Katagiri suddenly stops, and holds Akeru hi above him. From this point, Akeru can see almost all of New York.

“Don’t you think the city late at night is a beautiful thing?”

...

...Yeah...Yeah, it really is...

“I’m glad you think so. New York has it’s problems but at the end of the day, it’s just another place full of many types of people. But the sad reality is one day, even it shall fall to ruin. In fact, it already has once before.”

...And you think turning everybody into your AI puppets will preserve it forever?

You put my father in an endless state of pain, and yet you still think your plan will SAVE humanity. Life...Light...Cities...They’re all good things that aren’t built to last, and you can’t and shouldn’t try to change that!

“Hohoho...Even after all of this, you STILL don’t get it. The AETHER will solve humanity’s greatest problem! How to conquer death itself! The people of the world will look upon me as a hero! No...a savior...! No! A GOD!”

Ngh...!

"And when I become that guiding hand for humanity...I can do whatever the hell I want...!”

...!

*And with that...Katagiri lets go...

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!!

*...and Akeru falls a long way down!

AKERRUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

No No NO NO NOOO!

*CLICK!*

...!?

*Komaru’s heart sinks rock bottom. She tries to propel herself upwards to catch her daughter...but her hacking gun is out of bullets.

...!?

*Everyone panics, and Kuripa looks around frantically at any hope of rescue. Komaru’s hacking gun is out of bullets, and both Rantaro’s Symmetra Matrix and Mii-Yu are down and out. But that’s when he notices something else...