#seriously i'm so lucky. master is so... he's Everything

[captainfern]

Reader and ghost fake dating for a mission with a twist.It’s a masquerade ball so Ghost wears a fancy little mask instead of his usual skull. Reader gets worked up seeing him in a tux with his hair and part of his face out so they ditch their mics and abandon the mission to go fuck in a bathroom. Just a thought… 🤭🤭

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Master of Puppets

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

[“Master of Puppets” by Metallica]

[18+]

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• summary - you and ghost getting all dressed up for a ball ends in you and ghost fucking in the bathroom lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 3.6k • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, semi-public sex, handjobs idk, ghost is a little possessive of his sergeant, strong language

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ok you requested this while my requests were closed and usually i just delete them BUT you're lucky i'm horny for this idea

i'm imagining him in a peaky blinders style three-piece suit and i'm going insane why do i do this to myself

You weren't a stranger to the "fake dating" type of mission. You had done it with Gaz just a few months prior to infiltrate enemy operations at a charity event in Dubai.

So, when that exact type of mission came around again, you were prepared for what it would take.

"Playing boyfriend-girlfriend again, Garrick?" You quipped at Gaz a few minutes before Price's usual briefing.

He smiled, but shook his head. "Not me, sarge."

You made a face of confusion, before Gaz threw his thumb over his shoulder, pointing directly at Ghost. Ghost raised his head from the files he had been reading.

"Seriously?" You gaped, surprised.

Ghost shook his head slowly, muttering out a sarcastic comment, "Dial down the excitement, sergeant."

Now, you stood in the bathroom of your hotel room, smoothing your hands down the fabric of your dress, admiring yourself. It was an absolutely stunning dress that clung to you in all the right ways. Designer label, too, leaving you wondering how the hell Price got his hands on it. Probably Laswell.

There was a light knock on your door before it opened, and you walked into the bedroom so you could slip your heels on. Soap and Price entered, dressed impeccably in suits. You stood at the foot of the bed as they walked in, and you admired them with a big smile.

"You two look very handsome." You said.

"Thank you," Price said, adjusting his tie. "You look absolutely radiant, sarge."

You laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could fasten your heels to your feet, as well as strap your handgun to the strap around your upper thigh.

Soap gaped at you, eyes raking down the entirety of your body while you exposed a leg, tightening the holster around it.

"You're smokin', lass," he said, shock edging his words. "Ghost won't be able to focus."

You rolled your eyes, sliding your gun into place before standing up, settling your dress over top of it, trying your best to make the imprint not obvious.

The three of you left the hotel ten minutes later. A black SUV with tinted windows waited outside, and Soap opened the door for you. Price grabbed hold of your arm before you slid inside, leaning close to your ear.

"Remember, you and Ghost are there to get intel. You don't engage with any of the targets, understood? Soap and I will be nearby if you run into any trouble."

"Understood." You nodded, before clambering into the black SUV. Soap mouthed good luck to you before he turned away, just as Ghost walked slowly down the steps, Gaz a few metres behind.

Your eyes widened. He looked fucking good.

A black three piece suit, complete with the waistcoat and everything. He wasn't wearing gloves, exposing large, strong hands with prominent veins and silver rings around his fingers. What shocked you the most, however, was the silver mask covering most of the top half of his face. It shined in the light of the hotel entrance. As he neared the car, you could see his lips, his jawline, his chin, scars littering the flesh.

You pressed your thighs together.

Price said something to Ghost, and then Soap did as well. Finally, Ghost looked into the car where you waited patiently, and you watched as his lips parted in what could be best described as a small gasp.

"Sergeant..." He trailed off, taking in your dress, your face, your body, you.

"Lieutenant," you nodded at him. "You look nice. Very dapper."

He grunted deeply, sliding into the seat next to you. His body radiated heat that you could feel. He smelt good, too. You bit your lip as his strong thigh pressed against yours.

With a final few good lucks from the boys, the car was pulling away from the hotel and heading for the venue. You and Ghost didn't exchange much conversation, but as you looked out the window, you felt the heat of his gaze on you. You turned your head, catching his bright eyes following the curves of your dress.

You ignored the flip in your stomach at the weight of desire in his eyes. "Like what you see?" You joked, and his eyes snapped up to look at you.

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but you, before he fished something out of his jacket pocket. He held it out to you, still not quite meeting your eyes. It was a silver mask, much like his, but a bit smaller, with finer details carved around the edges. It was really pretty.

"It's a masquerade ball, so I figured you'd need this." Ghost grumbled, retracting his hands straight away as you took the mask from him.

"Matching?" You smiled.

"I figured... I mean— it was Soap's idea, so if you don't want... you don't, you know—"

"I love it, sir, I do," you said softly, and he sighed deeply through his nose. You then angled your body away from him, pressing the mask to your face with the ribbons dangling either side. "Do you mind tying it for me?"

Ghost said nothing, but took hold of the two ribbons and brought them to the back of your head. He carefully tied a bow, keeping your mask secure against your face. You could feel the soft rhythm of his breathing against your back, and the warmth of his bare hands near the base of your neck.

"Done?" You asked, looking at yourself in the windows reflection.

Ghost swallowed thickly, ignoring something stirring deep within the pit of his stomach. "Yeah."

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You felt somewhat confident walking into the event with Ghost on your arm. All eyes turned towards the handsomely dressed man, clearly well-built beneath the suit and obviously attractive beneath the silver mask. He captured this attention like a natural, which you couldn't come to grips with. He was so calm, collected. You felt as though you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

But you didn't. You wouldn't. Not with the way Ghost circled an arm around your lower back, a hand pressed hot above your arse. Not with the way he kept you pressed to your side, his towering frame shielding you from at least one line of prying eyes.

But, you felt eyes on you too. Eyes on the pretty girl next to the man with the silver mask. They admired you from close and afar, watching the way your dress dipped around your body, and the way your silver mask glittered under the light of the crystal chandeliers.

"Alright, sarge?" Ghost whispered, thumb rubbing circles on your lower back.

"Yep," you squeaked out, the movement of his hand making your body grow hot. "You good?"

"Mhm." He hummed, already surveying the room.

—Okay, you two. Try and get as much information out of these rich-listers as you can—, Price's voice filtered in through your earpiece. —I would say don't draw attention to yourselves, but it seems it's a bit late for that. You're probably the youngest, most attractive pair in that room tonight—.

"Aw, cap, you flatter us." You joked, snagging two flutes of champagne from the tray of a passing waitress.

—Just don't get distracted—. Price grumbled, before his voice was gone from your ear.

You held a glass of champagne out for Ghost, who just stared at it. You were already raising yours to your lips, drinking the bubbling liquid in small sips. Finally, he took it from you, but didn't drink.

"Shouldn't be drinking on the job." He said gruffly as you finished your drink, placing the empty glass on a nearby table.

"Says who?" You question, taking the second flute from him since he obviously wasn't going to drink it.

"Says me."

"Pfft, you're not the boss of me." You quipped, downing the second glass of champagne. It was mostly to steel your nerves— which were on fire with anxiety.

He rolled his eyes. "I am the boss of you."

"Oh yeah."

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An hour or so went by and you found yourself sat at the bar. It was a pretty place, decked out in gold and glittering crystal lights. You'd spent the past hour gathering as much information about your rich-list targets as you could, with said information being filtered back through your ear-piece, directly back to Gaz in the hotel room.

Ghost had vanished to investigate further, leaving you alone at the bar, a small glass of water in your hand. You'd thrown back a few flutes of champagne and you realised that water was probably your best bet for the rest of the night.

"What's a pretty lady like you sitting here without company?" Came a voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes.

What a cringe line. Embarrassing.

You plastered a polite smile across your face as a man took the barstool beside you, a simple black mask over his features.

"My company's just gone outside for a smoke." You lied naturally, smile not breaking.

"And he's left you all alone?"

"Mhm, but I'm perfectly fine being by myself," you said. "But it was nice to meet you." You finished with the hopes that he'd take the fucking hint and leave.

He didn't take the hint.

"Well, at least let me by you a drink." He offered.

You shook your head. "I'm fine, thank you."

He took that surprisingly well, but his stare was lingering and uncomfortable as it travelled down the length of your body. You felt goosebumps ripple across your exposed flesh, a grimace threatening to overtake your practised smile.

"You look stunning, by the way," he said. "Absolutely beautiful. Are you sure I can't buy you a drink?"

You sighed. "The drinks are free and, no thank you."

"Are you sure—?"

You felt Ghost's presence before he even spoke.

You felt the looming warmth press to your back, the tower of mass that overshadowed your frame. You couldn't help but lean back a bit, his chest and upper abdomen pressing firmly along your spine. Then, a built arm draped over your shoulders, wrapping just above your tits and pulling you closer against him.

"Can I help you?" Ghost asked, voice even, accent thick.

The man had to crane his head to look up at Ghost. "Just keeping the pretty lady company."

Ghost grunted. "I suggest you move on. Keep someone else company, why don't you."

The man swallowed nervously. "I didn't—"

"Go." Ghost ordered simply, and the man was scurrying away before you could even blink.

You looked up at Ghost, top of your head leaning against his chest. "Thanks." You muttered, waiting for him to let go of you.

He didn't. His hand and arm held you closer, his eyes dragging down your face and your body. His other hand came to rest on your jaw, his thumb trailing along the bone. Then it swiped upwards, along your cheek before pressing to your lips, smearing the shimmering gloss.

You were frozen.

"Ghost—?"

"You're the prettiest woman in this fucking room, you know that?" He muttered lowly, thumb skirting along the seam of your lips.

You didn't answer, just stared up at him. His rings were cold against the side of your face.

The moment was thick with tension, and heat pooled in your belly. You felt his chest rise and fall, a bit quicker than it did in the car ride to the event. His pupils were blown, too, between the slots in the mask, and he ran the point of his tongue across his bottom lip.

—Aww, how romantic—, Soap's voice burst in your ear, and both you and Ghost jolted.

"Fucking hell, Johnny," Ghost cursed, grip on your face tighter. "I'm turning this fucking mic off. I'm sick of hearing your voice."

Soap laughed. —You wouldn't dare—

Ghost switched his ear-piece off, before closing his fingers around yours too. He switched it off, and Soap's voice died in your ear.

You gasped. "Ghost—"

He hauled you off of the seat while you were mid-sentence, planting you on your feet with your chest now pressed to his.

"Follow me." He growled.

You could feel his cock hardening in his suit trousers.

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Ghost locked the door of the bathroom behind you, before he was slamming you against it, hiking your legs around his waist. His mouth smashed to yours, and you gasped, barely having enough time to respond before his tongue was surging inwards.

The kiss choked you, full of emotion. Ghost's large frame towering over you, caging you to the door. One of his hands gripped your thigh, keeping your body pinned between his and the door. His other hand gripped the underside of your jaw, angling your face so he could press deeper into the kiss.

The material of the silver masks you were both wearing bumped together with each desperate movement of your mouths. You were able to respond now; winding your arms around his shoulders, delving one hand into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours. Ghost groaned into the kiss as you tugged at the roots of his hair, and he pulled away to look down at you.

"Such a tease," he muttered, before dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. "Wearing this pretty dress, too."

His lips found the strap on your shoulder, teeth skimming the material before he was kissing along your collarbone. You angled your face upwards so he could suck along the soft expanse of your throat. He still gripped your jaw firmly as he did so, and he moved your head himself when he wanted to nip at the sensitive skin below your ear.

"Fucking stunning," he said, breathless, before he was stepping back to get a better look at you. You squirmed under his gaze, drawing your thighs together as your core gained a heartbeat. You whined, and he chuckled lowly, dropping your leg off of his waist. "So pretty."

"Simon..." You pleaded, his real name slipping past your lips before you could stop yourself. Your body was simmering hot with arousal, your core aching just by the way Ghost was looking at you.

Not to mention how fucking good he looked in that suit.

Clearly, you were having much the same effect on him.

He huffed deeply, unbuttoning his trousers, his hard cock imprinted through the material. You swallowed as you watched his trousers drop slightly as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, eyes raking up and down your body. And you weren't even showing anything yet.

"Acting like a Victorian man," you couldn't help but joke. "Seeing a sliver of shoulder and a bit of ankle's got you worked up?"

You laughed lightly, seeing Ghost roll his eyes behind the mask. He grunted, the closest thing to a verbal reply, as he gripped his cock and moved closer to you. Your breath hitched as he closed the gap, kissing you hard.

His cock pressed to your abdomen, warm and hard through the expensive material of your dress. You whined softly against Ghost's tongue, moving a hand to enclose around his length also.

Ghost choked on a low moan, pulling out of the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. The both of you staying like that, eyes directed down between your bodies as you gripped his cock, hand right beside his own.

You used the beads of pre-cum pearling at his slit to ease your movements, fisting a hand up and down, making Ghost grumble deep in his chest. Foreheads still pressed together, you both watched as you jerked him off. His hand remained tight at the base, unmoving despite your best efforts to encourage him.

The bathroom was filled with his soft noises; noises that ignited the fire in your belly further, your core throbbing, soaking your underwear. You hummed softly at him, some kind of a whine, as you pumped him faster, feeling him twitch in your hand.

He groaned and grunted softly, his breaths deep and laboured. His cock twitched with each of your movements, drops of pre rolling in a steady pattern along a vein. You collected them in the grooves of your palm, your movements sliding, sending soft, wet clicking sounds into the bathroom as well.

It felt like Ghost was entranced with the way he was looking at your hand moving along his cock. So when he felt his orgasm creeping up the back of his spine, he internally cursed.

He grabbed your wrist and pried your hand from his cock with a hiss, screwing his eyes closed as the feeling of release seeping away. He'd just edged himself, and he didn't even fucking mean too.

"Fuck, gotta be inside you," he muttered, kissing your forehead as he changed positions. "Not gonna last like this."

He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around him. You helped him wriggle the material of your dress around your waist, and he hummed in satisfaction. You braced one hand around his broad shoulders, the other on the door at your side for stability.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost ran a finger up your slit over your underwear. The material was damp with your arousal, and the feeling of his finger made you squirm in his hold.

"Simon, please—"

"Absolutely soaked..." He wasn't really listening to you. He was too busy playing with the material of your underwear, rubbing up your folds and feeling the way your arousal soaked through.

You quickly moved your hand from the door and fisted a handful of his hair, urging his head to look up. He grunted, gritting his teeth as he finally looked you dead in the eye while you tugged at his hair.

"Simon." You said, commanding as much of his attention as you could.

He licked his lips. "Hm?"

"Fuck me."

"Christ," he whispered, the hand stroking you through your underwear hooking beneath the material. He simply pulled it to the side, exposing your wet cunt. His pupils dilated. "Fucking Christ."

"Don't bring Christ into this." You joked again, and Ghost grunted deeply in response, giving you no warning before he was easing his cock into you.

You spluttered around a moan as his cock filled you abruptly, your hands moving to grip Ghost's shoulders tightly. Your head fell forward, resting against his chest, and you moaned loudly.

His cock nudged that spot inside you that had your cunt fluttering around him, making him groan. He grit his teeth to restrict most of the noises, but he couldn't help himself. Not with the way your cunt was squeezing his cock, all wet and warm and tight.

"Come on, sergeant, come on," Ghost whispered, moving his hips back and slamming into you again. He began to build pace and rhythm with each one of his thrusts. "Let me hear those pretty noises. Come on."

You moaned again, high and breathy as the head of his cock punched the air out of your fucking lungs. He fucked you against the door, the wet sounds of your arousal spurring his movements further.

"Simon, gotta be quiet. Someone m-might hear— ah, fuck—" You bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the moans being torn from your throat by the way Ghost was fucking you.

"Let them hear," he whispered in your ear. "Let them hear how good I make you feel, eh? Let them hear how good you are at taking my cock."

Your head fell backwards against the wooden door, eyes rolling as a string of whimpers were pulled from your lips. Ghost rutted into you, grunting softly as he did, listening to the sounds from your mouth and your cunt. He held your hips, keeping you pinned to the door and unable to move so he could slam deeper and deeper inside you.

You arousal was pooling around his cock with each thrust, now dripping down the insides of your thighs. You could faintly feel your underwear in the crease of your thigh, pushed haphazardly out of the way to make room for Ghost. But you didn't care— you were too focused on the huge fucking cock that was inside you right now.

You couldn't help the whines and soft moans that left your mouth. Your body was burning up, stomach drawing tight as your impending orgasm grew more intense with each rut of Ghost's cock.

"Simon..." You moaned, and Ghost had to compose himself so he didn't come right then and there. You sounded so good, so fucking pretty moaning his name like that.

"Yeah, baby? Feel's good?" He murmured against your skin as he kissed along your jaw. "You wanna come?"

You nodded, fingernails scratching down his shoulders. You whimpered desperately, legs quivering in his hold.

"Let go, pretty girl. Come 'round my cock... that's it."

You came with a loud moan of his name, and he slammed his mouth to yours to swallow it whole. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, heat blooming across your skin. He pulled his face away from yours, lips brushing as he panted, chasing his own high.

"F-fuck," he whispered, releasing inside you, followed by a carnal groan into the curve of your neck. He filled you, hot and thick, and the sensations of it flooding your womb made you close your eyes. He didn't pull out for a while. He just held you to the door, breathing deeply. "Alright, sergeant?"

"Yeah... fine..." You breathed. "We should, um, probably get back to the mission."

"Give me a minute." He groaned, still deep inside you, making you laugh.

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When you did finally leave the bathroom, you made yourself look as presentable as you could before you left a couple of minutes after Ghost. You shoved your ear-piece back into your ear and turned it on. Immediately, you were greeted by Soap's voice.

—Good bathroom break, sarge?—

"Shut up, Soap."

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lazy writing sorry i'm tired lol

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something smutty with jonathan crane??

stole your car - jonathan crane x reader

hello anon, you asked and you shall receive hehe. i hope you like this one.

summary: your willing to do anything to get revenge on your ex-boyfriend - even if it's batshit crazy.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut 18+ mdni!!, drugging, toxic relationship, gaslighting, reader is mentally unstable lol, p in v, choking, rough sex, facefucking, oral (m!receiving), it's just filthy lmao but they get their happy(ish?) ending don't worry

the sirens wailed off in the distance; a sound that signified a job well done on your part. the night was unruly - rain pouring down like the tears on your face when he left you, and the thunder and lighting were crashing down like your world when he told you he couldn't be deal with you anymore.

this is how you made me, you thought to yourself silently, as you watched the car combust into flames from the balcony of an old building in the middle of gotham. that'll show him.

you met jonathan when you were his patient - that's right, he used to be your therapist. ever since you laid eyes on him, you started to fall. hard. you were never really the crazy type - and certainly not the delusional type either, but jonathan knew exactly how to push all your buttons. he did have a phd in psychology, after all.

jonathan was no stranger to insanity - he was the scarecrow, but not many knew of the alter ego he possessed. you sure didn't, and you were clueless to what you were getting yourself into, but so was he.

the taste of his lips were your choice of drug, your fuel, what gave you life. the two of you started off your tumultuous and rocky relationship a little over two years ago. both of you were crazy about each other - unable to keep your hands off one another. slowly but surely, that lovesick craziness turned into actual craziness - bitter arguments, toxic behaviour, gaslighting, abuse - it was driving the both of you to new levels of insanity.

soon, the taste of lips started to make you sick.

after nearly two years of a being together, jonathan decided that he'd had enough. a part of him secretly loved that he was slowly breaking you down; driving you to the brink of insanity, but another part of him hated it. that gorgeous face of yours never failed to make his heart race, but what lied beneath was something that made even the master of fear himself, fearful.

"you're lucky your pretty, you know?" he spat, voice dripping with venom, "it's too bad that inside that pretty little head of yours - you're fucking deranged."

this was the final straw for jonathan. the two of you were having an argument again, and of course, he was the one to start it. he hadn't come home from work when he said he would, and it was almost an hour past 5, which is when he normally returned. understandably, you got worried and decided to fire off some...passionate texts.

you didn't mean to come off as harsh - you were just worried about him, but he didn't take to it too kindly. his loss.

"did you seriously think sending me pictures of you pouring bleach all over my expensive suits would make me want to come home?!" he exasperated, his gaze remaining cold. "and not only that, but you fucking shredded up every other piece of clothing i own, smashed my laptop, and broke every god damn dish in the house - and for what?" he looked exhausted, staring at the broken glass that littered the floor of the apartment.

you looked at him teary-eyed with a pout on your face, "i'm sorry, jonny, i just love you-"

"i love you too, but fuck-" he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "i just can't do this anymore, babydoll. i can't." he tells you softly, still using the pet name he always used for you. the look on his face told you everything his words failed to.

"w-what?" you ask, stepping towards him, in which he just stayed still, sighing at the mess around the two of you. "but..."

"i'm sorry, babydoll. i am." he tells you, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto your small hands with a gentle touch, "i don't think i'm good for you - don't think i ever was."

and that's how dr. jonathan crane ended things with you last week - but you were determined that this wasn't the end. you weren't one to back down, that's for sure.

now, you weren't entirely to blame here. actually, you weren't to blame at all. as crazy as jonathan liked to paint you out to be, this truly only started because of him. when the two of you met, you were a different girl; a sweet girl. you had a few boyfriends, never long term, but a few. your previous relationships weren't rocky at all, in fact, they were tame - very tame.

throughout the course of the almost two years that you and jonathan spent together, he was slowly dosing you more and more over time with his fear toxin. now, you thought you were going crazy, but he wasn't going to tell you that he was secretly drugging you - no, don't be silly. instead, he gaslit you into believing that you really were going crazy.

it started with just a drop or two in your juice, or even in your food sometimes - then it escalated to something more, it always did with jonathan. slowly but surely, he would up the dose to three, maybe four...five...six drops, and so on.

the side effects of the toxin being ingested were different to what his fear toxin would do when it was sprayed in a gas form onto his victim. the effects were...gradual. they would sneak up on you when you least suspected it.

it started off innocent - you would see shadows in your peripheral, dark, lanky shadows; they slowly turned into figures. dark, shadowy figures that would linger around. then, the audio hallucinations kicked in. voices, whispers, screams - he was slowly tipping you over the edge.

at this point, you couldn't stop him. you weren't even aware.

sighing, you snap yourself back into reality - enough already with the past. the combustion of flames ripping through jonathans brand new benz made you smile with pure glee. he knew he was a target, you smirk to yourself.

and so you stood there, on the balcony of that old building, in your sleep slip, black and lacy, listening to the sirens sound off. thankfully, the balcony had some sort of covering on it, so it prevented you from getting soaked from the rain. "always looking so beautiful - even when committing the most disgusting acts," jonathan would often say to you - perhaps he was right in that instance.

you were suddenly hyperaware of the sound of tires screeching below you, and you glanced down from the high balcony to see a blacked out car coming to a screeching halt, definitely burning the rubber tires, below you.

you couldn't see who got out of the car, as it was too dark out - the only light offered by the flames coming off your ex-boyfriends car in the distance of the twilight.

"so you're stealing cars now?" you hear a distorted voice come from behind you, and you whip your head around to see a man that you don't recognize - at least not yet.

you take a good look at this man who was dressed sharply, in a suit and tie, and what appeared to be some sort of sweater vest underneath. an ensemble you became all too familiar with. but the one thing you truly didn't recognize was the burlap mask on his face, tattered and a little eerie.

scarecrow.

you had seen this man on the gotham news quite regularly, the gotham pd was always trying to ease the publics nerves by saying they were working "diligently" to try and find the man behind the serial poisonings in the area - whatever that means.

"you're..." you trail off, the cold breeze nipping at your skin and blowing through your soft hair.

"i could kill you right now, you know." the distorted voice says to you in an eerie tone, but you just stare blankly at him. "it's like every time i think, 'she can't any fucking crazier,' you somehow do get crazier."

"yeah well, you're dumb enough to leave your car keys in your office out in the open. you don't see my car getting stolen and bursting into flames, do you?" you say casually, making him scoff. he was a little taken aback that you weren't too phased about him being the scarecrow, but given your track record - that wasn't too shocking.

"but why?" he asks, voice still distorted. you just shrug softly, "i wanted to get your attention."

"you don't have to steal my car and set it aflame to do that, you know." he says, blue eyes still holding a menacing gaze through the small eye holes in the burlap scarecrow mask.

"but i had enough of wanting your love when you never give it to me." you whine, causing him to scoff out a laugh.

"god, you're so fucked up." he tells you.

"you started it." you retaliate, causing him to become still.

"what are you, twelve?" he snaps, and you respond, still calm as ever.

"you're the one playing dress up, loser." you say gesturing to the mask, and you try your hardest not to giggle at your own joke. he just sighs before stepping towards you.

as you were about to mock him for yet another thing, he grabs you by the neck, pulling you towards him, causing you to choke - his grip a little too tight.

"feeling a little bold tonight i see," he says to you, voice seemingly not distorted anymore, "i can't lie, it does something to me - seeing how far you'll go for my love."

you struggle to breathe, unable to form a response. you just claw at the hand wrapped around your neck.

"oh, you poor thing," he coos mockingly, "it's okay, babydoll. you don't have to say it. i love you too."

and with that, he finally released your neck from his unwavering grip. you gasp and cough repeatedly, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. before you even have a chance to do so, he drags you inside the old building, taking you off the balcony - taking you out of sight.

he tosses the mask into a random corner of the room, disregarding it as he looked at you with a cold stare. "get down on your fucking knees, darling."

you do as your told, sinking down to your knees - which felt cold against the icy, marble floor of the dimly lit room. he wasted no time undoing his belt, pulling his already hard cock out.

he softly taps it against your cheek, then your lips a few times, a smirk painted on his face. "don't you wanna show me how much you love me? i mean, you went through all the trouble, blowing up my car and all..."

you sigh, slowly taking him into your mouth, sucking him off like you have a thousand times before. he instantly groans at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth, and his hand snakes behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

as you were licking and sucking his cock teasingly, he wasn't having it. jonathan decided that, again, he'd had enough. without warning, he shoved his cock down your throat - setting a brutal pace. you felt yourself gag around his length, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him; your mouth stuffed with his cock.

the feeing already had you soaked, and you let him use your pretty mouth the way he pleased. finally, he pulled your mouth off his cock - and you were trying to catch your breath.

"stay on the fucking floor, babydoll." he says to you using a gentle tone despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. "you're such a whore, aren't you? but you're my whore, isn't that right?" he cooed mockingly.

"mm, y-yes. i'm.." you swallow nervously, "your whore."

"that's what i like to hear." he smirks, looking down at you. he kneels down to your level, and wastes no time getting you out of your heels and lace slip, pushing you down on the cold tile.

"face down, ass up, sweetheart." he says to you, tone still soft. hastily, you turn around and arch your back, sticking your ass out. the black lace of your panties wasn't covering much, and he cursed under his breath at the sight.

"fuck," he groaned, "look at that." he softly trails a finger down your clothed cunt - your panties fucking soaked.

you felt his leg between yours, pushing them further apart - and you whimpered. he just laughed softly, pulling your panties down - and you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your folds.

swiftly, he pushed his cock all the way in - giving you no time to adjust. you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt out, and he let out a shaky breath before he started to move slowly.

"j-jonathan..." you moaned, arching your back even more, "f-fuck, faster please."

"you're so desperate for my cock, aren't you babydoll?" he asks you, suddenly fucking you at a much faster pace, knocking the wind right out of you. "mmph! y-yeah, i-" you couldn't even find the words to finish what you were trying to say, the feeling of his cock pounding your pussy making your head spin.

"that's it, baby. gonna fuck you 'till you can't even think straight anymore, fuuuuuck-" he moans, and you could feel yourself just getting wetter and wetter at his words. "i'm gonna fuck you stupid. you want that?" he asks.

too fucked out to respond, you just whine and moan, begging incoherently, making him groan lowly with a breathy laugh. "mm, thought so."

as he continued to split you open on his cock, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "o-oh, i'm gonna cum, fuck- can i cum?" you beg between gasps and moans, and he pulls your head back by your hair, causing you to whine, still impaling you mercilessly with his cock.

"yeah? you wanna cum?" he snarls in your ear, making you dizzy.

"please, let me cum for you." you say back, out of breath and all fucked out.

he keeps your head held up, "y-yeah, cum on my cock, babydoll." he says, stammering slightly as he's getting out of breath from the brutal pace he set while he fucked you, his cock reaching places so deep you didn't know if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

his words had a way at winding you up - and with a few more deep thrusts you were covering his cock in your cum - and squirting all over the floor. jonathan took in a heavy breath at the sight, "fuck, did you just squirt?" he asks breathlessly, "i need to see this, shit-"

you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out for a moment, slamming you down on the hard, cold, marble tile as he flips you around so that you're in missionary. grabbing a hold of your hips, he thrusts his cock back into your abused cunt with ease, tip of his cock hitting your cervix deliciously - making you cry out.

"c'mon, put on a show for me, babydoll. you can give me one more, i know you can." he almost pleads you, and within seconds, you're screaming his name out again, the clear liquid pouring out of you for the second time tonight. "fuck!" he says loudly, hips staggering as he fills you with him cum, burying his cock as deep as he could.

after a few more slow thrusts, he stops - still buried deep inside, making sure your fucked out cunt takes every last drop of cum he has to give you.

with one hand, he brushes a strand of your hair out your face, looking at you with...love?

"i know you miss me like i miss you." he whispers, and you nod along. "yeah, i think it's o-obvious." you manage to whimper out, still breathless and dazed from squirting not once - but twice.

"be mine again, babydoll." he says, voice barely a whisper; so quiet you don't think you've heard him properly.

"what's the catch?" you respond calmly.

"...go to therapy." he deadpans, looking at you. "god knows you need it."

you take a moment to think about it, before pulling him into a soft kiss, which he gladly returns. "okay," you tell him, "under one condition."

that got his attention, and he looks at you. "yes, babydoll?" he asks, innocently.

"i need you to understand that the toxin you think i'm oblivious to you slipping into my food and drinks is not what's driving me to insanity," you softly say, causing his head to shoot up, looking at you incredulously as you continue to speak.

"it's you."

a/n: sorry i realized i put in warnings for stuff that wasn’t actually in there because my brain got scattered writing this lmao

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x f!reader #dr jonathan crane #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian fic #cillian murphy imagine #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane fanfic #jonathan crane x female reader

[helsensm]

I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm 🥺💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~

#my asks #my art #kung lao #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #helsensm art

[swampstew]

Period HCs with Monster Trio + Law, Killer, and Kid

Ya girl is wracked with cramps, overflowing with emotions, and seriously lacking in chocolate :( enjoy this utter nonsense my blazed brain baked as I curl back into fetal position.

Summary: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Killer, and Kid ranked by how they would handle themselves while you have your period. Implied established relationship♡

Minors DNI.

The worst actually. Not on purpose but Luffy's lack of awareness or self-restraint makes it difficult to appreciate his efforts. Not to mention he eats your snacks. You'd think with Nami and Robin on board he'd have some idea of what you're dealing with. Nope, you have to explain it again, it'll stick this time but it comes with another round of curious/invasive questions.

All your period comfort foods? Gone. The replacements? Also gone. You're lucky if there's a crumb of your favorite snack left over. Thankfully for everyone involved, his crew lends him a hand to make sure you're (eventually) satiated with alternatives and don't go on a murder spree during your cravings. On the flip side, Luffy abuses his power as Captain to have Sanji bring you both all the food when the kitchen is finally restocked. Good luck and bite him back if you have to!

His saving grace is using Gear 2 to cuddle and keep you warm. Giving you heated massages, foot and belly rubs until you're purring like a kitten. Unfortunately, he can only do the same thing for so long before growing bored. He needs a lot of intermittent breaks.

Has no tact, will ask you uncomfortable questions about your "thing going on" or your "comma" because he's so very curious and maybe also looking for ways to "fix you." Once he finds out about period poops, its over for you - there will be hourly check-ins. He'll make sure you're well stocked up on absorption products so there's that (also say thank you Nami, Robin and Franky)!

Zoro is shockingly adaptable but I guess if you spend enough time with one girl for two years - and also live with 2 full time - you're gonna learn a thing or two about having a period. Also, surprisingly reliable at getting you what you need, so long as you don't mind 2 hours to 2 business days to get it. Look he's trying ok?!

Be careful with what you say though. If you joke about cutting your uterus out, he'll take you at face value and have his blades ready. No one is a better slice master than he! Why is Chopper having a heart attack? BRB gotta tend to the younger bro.

Is not phased by your bodily changes or anything you might perceive to be "gross." Bodies are natural and they're just doing what they're meant to do, and for what it's worth he's trying to say things that will make you feel better but they don't always land. This comes from a guy who showers maybe twice a week so take the compliments as you will. He means them with his whole heart!

Out of all the guys, he's the only one who will respect your craving habits in a supportive way. That's to say he'll give you everything you want, but he knows when to cut you off before you make yourself sick. He also has a (terrifying) gift of knowing when your body is flushing itself out and he'll be right at your side with a tampon or pad in his hand at the ready. "I'm very in sync with you."

Ranks third because he's so fucking logical and doctorly. The kind of doctor that expects his medical advice and prognosis to outweigh your personal experience/feelings. Has Law ever experienced intense cramping and a headache while gushing a pint of blood and also pulled a full day's shift? No! "Doctoring" immediately invalid. Unless he gives you paid time off in which case his license is once again formally recognized.

On the OTHER hand, he will always have a colorful variety of options for you to take care of your personal business. He buys all biodegradable products, recyclable ones too! He also offers the best choices in birth control for you. Gynecology wasn't his specialty but taking care of his crew is so he studies and gets his license on the downlow.

Is VERY particular about his time spent and frankly, cuddling in bed isn't something he's entirely excited about. Sure he can do it with Bepo but that's like sleeping with a teddy bear you've had your whole life. Another person is different, especially one that needs his undivided attention and comfort. He'll give it and he won't complain about it, but he's not familiar with it and might be awkward at it for a time. Once he figures out what works best for you and let's himself relax around you, he's got the cuddling and rubbing your belly/lower back down to an exact science.

Questionable palate offerings when he first experiences your cravings. You had to teach him what's what when it comes to comfort eating and nutritional eating when you're in pain and your brain feels a bit scrambled from existing. Ikkaku had tried in the past to broaden the snack closet but it never stuck. With you, Law suddenly remembers to get things outside of his own personal preferences and comforts. It's comfort food for the BEPERIODED, LAW.

It's entirely because he's a chef and a well-groomed cutie that he ranks this highly. Honestly it was neck and neck between him and Law. His resume in the kitchen makes you forget about his perviness and near-infantilization of you.

You'll never have a craving unsatisfied because Sanji will go to the ends of the Earth to curb your hunger. The One Piece and All Blue can wait, his darling needs a rich, velvety chocolate mousse two minutes ago! He absolutely spoils you which may lead to overstuffing you until you feel worse than how the cramps made you feel.

Sanji waits on you hand and foot during your period. Practically carries you from point A to point B if you so wish. It might get annoying after a while if you don't like a hot blonde popping in your face every 10 minutes to offer you something you knew you needed but didn't know you needed right that second and you're kind of annoyed that he got it before you could even vocalize your own needs! Does that happen to anyone else or...? If you're into that pampered lifestyle, Sanji is the guy for you.

He wasn't around women a lot but living with Robin and Nami he did learn about products used and comfort items sought out, which he gives you in abundance. Sanji's weakness - period boobies. The slight swell has him a blubbering mess and he will always try to sneak a peek. He may or may not be able to smell your pheromones - its unclear but he is definitely sniffing you from time to time.

The clear winner out of the others its not even a joke. Is the trifecta of caring, supportive, and intuitive. The Period Manager™ everyone else should go back to their ship. No I am not biased.

Killer is the Chef of Carbo-loading but he knows his way around the kitchen and can make anything you desire at any given time. Desserts aren't his strongest suit but its the effort that makes it taste all the sweeter. You will never be without chocolate, praise be.

You've seen him so you know he knows muscles. Yours will become putty in his hands as he gently massages your aching body. With the help of low dose pain killers, Killer will slay your pain one sore muscle at a time.

Killer is so intuitive that he knows you have your period before you. Has your cubby on the bathroom countertop that includes: pads, tampons, flow-cup, aspirin, fuzzy socks, eye mask, and bottled juice. Your robe is hanging behind the door. He loves you so much.

Haha bitch you though. Kid is the true winner. Killer was the favored winner but you might have forgotten this is me we're talking about and Kid has never done anything wrong in his life ever. I support all his rights and wrongs, and I cheerlead at every speck of effort he puts in.

Where everyone else had mentors or positive authority figures to bond with, Kid had Killer - and Killer tried his fucking best. But not even someone as amazing as Killer can be a single mom and raise a mentally stable, well functioning person in society in a corrupted, gang-ruled regime. HOWEVER - Killer did teach Kid how to treat his period-having partner during their woes and Kid's success is Killer's pride and joy.

Like Luffy, Kid will definitely swipe your snacks and food because he's a greedy, greedy glutton. Prove you can bark back at him to stand your ground and he'll yield to you with a scoff and a pout. He doesn't even LIKE your snacks, he claims🙄 He'll make sure you have enough to satisfy your craving and then have a month supply in the hull of the ship just in case. This is where he'll sneak a few for himself without your notice.

Being the King of Treating Himself, Kid will generously make you things to comfort you. A weighted, heat-controlled blanket; a vibrating teddy bear that hugs your belly; a snack organizer to keep your preferences nearby; a personal cold/hot water cooler; pretty things to make you smile; dirty things to excite you for when its over; the gifts are boundless. So are the period products that he basically just steals from the other women in the crew.

“Captain you better reimburse me for those heavy flow tampons!!”

“I’m busy Quincy. Go bitch to the piggy bank (Wire) about it!!!”

“KILLER STOP THAT MAN!”

In his line of work, he's used to nitty gritty and things better left to the imagination. Also a bit grimy himself on occasion. That said, nothing your body does will ever disgust him. He rolls with whatever you throw at him. Bloodied bedsheets? He'll gently toss you and the sheets in the tub. He'll help clean out your soiled clothes. Buy or steal whatever you need to ease your comfort. Embarrassed by the way you feel or look? He'll give you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and say, "Eh, I've seen/heard/smelled worse."

#eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x you #trafalgar law #massacre soldier killer #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #swampstew #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew stories #killer x you #sanji x you #roronoa zoro x you #monkey d luffy #luffy x you #law x you

[melancholysway]

TMNT (Bayverse) Headcanons: Fem!S/O Meets Master Splinter

@freakishfandomfiend said:

Could I get a request of Master Splinter meeting the turtles S/O and absolutely falling in love with her, wanting to adopt her immediately and telling the boys that they better marry her. Or something cute and sweet to that effect.

PS: prefer Bayverse or 2003 turtles

I got you! What a nice submission! I'm pretty backed up on posts now and finals are whooping my ass, so I've been pretty slow on updating and such (not to mention the last chapter of serendipity is still in the works, ugh)

Anyhoozle, I did this one a little different! It's still a long-shot, but instead of making individual one-shots for the boys, i wrote a universal one for all 4 of them at the bottom after all the hc's! I honestly hit writer's block when it came to writing the meeting splinter bit to be unique to each turtle 4 different times, so you could say i took the easy route LMAO

anyway I'll stfu

Leonardo

Acceptance from his father is an absolute must

Like seriously if Splinter doesn’t like you

You gotta go

He was still wondering when the good time would be for you to meet his Sensei and father

He’s been able to keep it on the low amongst his brothers (they promised not to say anything, though Mikey is walking on thin ice right now,)

Theyre just so intrigued on how mr perfect got a girlfriend first

He’s now the guinea pig for the other brothers. The blueprint. Of what you should (or shouldn’t) do when bringing your girlfriend down to the lair to meet Master Splinter for the first time

But when you tell him you love him for the first time, he knows he has to tell his father at some point

Lucky for you that some point is right now

He confesses to splinter about you, and he wants to meet you.

Its the first thing he wants to do, because well, you’d better be a good girlfriend to his son

Especially his lil Leo

He would hate it if you brought stress to Leo’s already stressful life, so he has to meet you

To read you, to see what you’re about

So as you make your way down to the lair for the first time you’re anxious, scared, nervous, everything. 

“Love, don’t be so nervous. Just…be yourself.” It’s this followed by a soft kiss on your lips that gives you the reassurance you need to meet his Sensei.

Raphael

Raph- to no surprise- is the first to get a girlfriend.

It’s not a shocker to his brothers, I mean, he always did have a way with the ladies (according to Mikey,)

Plus, he has that bad boy / hidden softie persona that girls would fall head over heels for

Splinter’s ultimatum is that if you can get Raph to like you enough to even date you, you were alright in his book

Because Splinter doesn’t have to worry about Raph’s intuition, he follows after Leonardo

He knows when someone’s bad news, and you were most definitely not bad news

Raph is actually pretty quick to getting you and Splinter to meet

Because he wants- no- needs his father’s blessing

“Splintah gotta know, baby. I just…I’m…what if he doesn’t approve?”

You can feel Raphael’s nervousness seep through his words, and you give him a soft smile, and squeeze his hand, to let him know that a father knows best. He would not disapprove of something or someone that made his son happy

Unless she was the enemy…then uh…yeah no.

Splinter’s blessing matters a lot to him. He didn’t care what Leo thought about another human being so close to them, what mattered is that Splinter gave his blessing 

And once he gives his blessing, it’s final. No if ands or buts about it

He brings you down one evening, after a lecture from Leo that any human they interact with, must meet Splinter

It just happened to be that you were his girlfriend

He brings you over, the first time you go in the sewers of New York

You greet his brothers, all shocked that you’re actually down here. That Raph’s girlfriend was about to meet their master

You see a large rat in a room, and once Raphael calls out to him, you see him walking slowly over to you, eyes filled with curiosity

Donatello

Donnie is seriously nervous introducing you to his sensei

You ARE the first girlfriend. Donnie got a girlfriend first. 

Surprising, I know. You would think it would be Raph or even Leo.

But anyway

He’s afraid of what he’ll say

Because for some reason, Donnie usually expects the worst. 

But, he’s always surprised of the things Splinter says, because like I said, he expects the worst

He’s scared Splinter doesn’t like you and forbids any contact with you

Or that Mikey would open his big mouth before you could even meet Splinter

Or that you and him don’t last long after and this whole introducing you to his father thing would be pointless

“Donnie, I’m not going anywhere.” He’s relieved to hear this. You weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon. Or any time at all. 

Donnie practices exactly how he’ll introduce you to his father. He goes through many dialogue options, eventually realizing that he cannot predict what his father will say when he first meets you

All of that doubt running through Donnie’s head comes to a halt when Splinter lays eyes on you for the very first time. 

He knows it, that you’re the one for his son. 

Michelangelo

Mikey isn’t as nervous as his brothers to introduce you

He psyches himself out when he doesn’t know what Splinter’ll say or how he’ll react to you 

“But…but what if he doesn’t accept you, Angelcakes?”

He doesn’t know for sure, if he will or not

He’s usually optimistic, unlike Donnie, but right now, he was thinking of the what-ifs. 

Because, well, he and his brothers didn’t have to worry about introducing their girlfriend to Splinter. Mikey is the first. 

He doesn’t have any advice from his three brothers, only a “good luck with that” from Raph when he mentions it. 

Master Splinter had not expected any of them to have a girlfriend, so he did not give them the run-down of how to introduce them or the formalities when they do

So he’s sort of left to do things himself. 

Since he’s the first. Mikey got the girl first. 

He hypes himself up on the way to the lair, then immediately searching for master Splinter and boasting about you and all your good qualities

But, Splinter doesn’t need to know that. He knows just by looking at you. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You decide to be formal. As your boyfriend had told you, it's something his father is so used to being. Splinter often is formal, never using slang or harsh language. He’s proper, always has been and always will be. You’re the first to speak, because Splinter is too busy observing you. Looking at you, looking into you. Trying to map you out and see what you’re about all with one stare. It’s something he’s good at, something that his other sons envy him as he’s a pro. 

You wonder what’s going through your turtle’s head, the way he’s looking at his Sensei and father, wondering what’s going to come out of his mouth. He’s waiting for the climax of this whole thing, and it’s driving him mad on the inside. 

Splinters eyes meet yours after taking your presence in, and you feel mildly uncomfortable whilst making eye contact. Just like your boyfriend, you’re not wondering what’s going to come out of Splinter’s mouth. Up until this point, he has not known of your existence. The mutant turtle was keen on keeping you a secret from his father for the time being. He needed time. Time to be with you and see if you would potentially pass the rest of meeting his father. 

So as Splinter begins to speak, you’re surprised by what he says. 

“I always knew you would get into a relationship first, my son. Do not tell the others.” Splinter says, smiling as his wrinkles fold every which way on his face. Splinter has told each of his sons things like this before. 

That Leo was destined to be the leader

That Raph was always going to be the most passionate for things he loved

That Donnie would become the genius of the family

That Mikey would have the biggest heart. It’s not something he hides. 

But this relationship bit? Yeah, don’t tell his brothers about that. 

“Oh thank god-“ It feels as though a big weight has been lifted off the terrapin’s shoulders, as he’s now engulfing you into a soft embrace. Splinter doesn’t have to say anything else to know that you were accepted by him. And by the way his son acts around you in comparison to the rest of his brothers? How calm he is around you? Yeah. Splinters more than okay with it. That you get to be his son’s first girlfriend. 

But, he has a funny feeling about one thing. 

“I’m assuming she’ll be your only girlfriend?” Splinter states, giving you a small smile and his son a devious wink. It confuses the hell out of your boyfriend, and when you catch on to what his father means, you’re both laughing with each other, already finding common ground and things to bond over. 

After meeting the turtle’s Sensei, your boyfriend leaves you to go on patrol with the rest of his brothers, as Splinter mentioned he would love to get to know you more. After all, it’s not everyday he talks to a human that isn’t April or Casey. 

You wind up talking in the dojo, whilst white noise plays in the background and you get to know one another over tea. He tells you things about his son- your boyfriend- things that he hopes you can help with. 

All of his sons have a bad habit or two that he thinks you’d be able to alleviate them from. 

Leonardo overworks himself to be the best he can be. 

Raphael carries the world's problems on his shoulders. 

Donatello gets lost in his lab and loses track of time, often letting himself go in the process. 

Mikey needs to focus more on things that matter in the long run. 

“I often wonder if my sons will ever feel this emotion we call love. I’ve taught them everything, but to love a woman.” Splinters voice falters, as he seems to be beating himself up for the fact that he failed to teach his sons a crucial part of life. As bad as it may sound, he assumed they wouldn’t be able to find it. That humans will never see them as anything but ugly. 

So he’s grateful for you. 

“While I hope my other sons get their turn in loving a woman, I am glad one of my sons has been able to properly love.  you,” He takes a sip of tea, glancing at the Ifamily portrait that sits atop a shelf in the corner of the dojo, a shrine of kinds.

 “…without any guidance from me. It is truly admirable. He has made me one happy old rat.” You can’t help but giggle softly at that last part. 

“I can see through you, miss Y/n. I can see you. For what you are. That is why I accept you.” Splinter is very in tune with his intuition, there was no doubt about it. So much so, that you were dying to know what he meant by that. 

“If I may ask…what do you see?” 

And…he tells you. 

He sees an accepting woman in front of him. One that gives those the benefit of the doubt before anything. That he can tell that’s how you started your relationship with his son. He just knows that they struggled with grasping the fact that you were attracted to him, despite being a mutant turtle. Despite the roughness of his skin, you still accepted him. Despite the difference in height and appearance, you still accepted him. That you wanted this. You wanted a relationship, not out of pity, but because you had fallen in love. You’d fallen in love with one of the four mutant brothers. 

He tells you the story of how they became to be who they are today. You’ve heard this story from your mutant boyfriend, but it’s something about the way Splinter describes it- from his point of view, that gives you a newfound respect for the entire family. Their sensei had raised mutants to be something so special, not even realizing it until they went to the surface for the very first time. 

You continue to converse, and time seems to pass you both by. It had to have been an hour or two, because the Lair doors open, and three brothers are helping one turtle to the couch, obviously in pain. 

It hits you that it’s your boyfriend. 

As Splinter sees the look of concern on your face, you immediately rush to the turtle’s side, already ordering his brothers around to get ice from the freezer, the med-kit from the lab, and bandages from the cabinet. It is now where Splinter sees how gentle you are with his son, that he could almost hear wedding bells. 

It was beautiful to see the way you handled him with such care, like a mother. How nurturing you were, and how you gave him a kiss when you were finished, helping him up and getting him to his room to rest. That’s what he needed. After a lot of TLC from you, he needed rest. 

So when you emerge from your boyfriend’s room, relieved that he’ll be okay, Splinter commends you on your actions. 

That he knew you would do that. It’s the type of person you are- he’s seen that when looking at you. 

“Thank you, for tending to my son.” He takes your hands in his paws, smiling gently at you. 

He has fuzzy hands. 

As you decide to spend the night with the guys in the Lair, Splinter sneaks past you as you converse with the remaining three turtles in the living room while grabbing an ice pack, and walks over to his son’s room. 

He watches as the turtle groans in pain from the bed, the ice pack already melted, and his ankle elevated for proper blood flow. How he sits there, slightly defeated, but grateful that his girlfriend went all doctor on him. 

“May I ask you something, my son?” He makes his presence known, as the turtle’s face scrunches in confusion, but gives a weak nod for his sensei to continue.

Splinter strokes his beard, before giving him that gentle smile he and his brothers have all come to know and love, “when is the wedding?” 

“Dad!” You overhear their conversation as you walk up the stairs, and you stop in your tracks, wondering what your boyfriend would say. 

“Too soon? My apologies,” You hear Splinter chuckle weakly, before continuing,  “She is very nice, my son. Caring, nurturing, everything that men search for in a woman. Treat her right, and marry her. She will bring nothing but joy to your life, I can tell.”

It ends with a laugh coming from your injured boyfriend, “I plan on it.”

It’s enough to make your heart soar. Splinter is now the unofficial wingman for you, and you hope your boyfriend holds up to that plan. Because honestly, spending the rest of your life with him was something you daydreamed about. 

//

taglist:

@bee-1n-space

Masterlist

#tmnt #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagines #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #bayverse raph #bayverse leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fanfiction

[probsnothawkeye]

Well we've reached public release of the @souloperatorpod mid-season finale and I'm still unwell about it so it's spoiler thread time let's go!

Tessa leaving felt impossible when she decided to leave after episode 9. Episode 10 proved that it was, in fact, impossible. Introducing a literal creature, clearly massive and monstrous, making you think that *that's* going to be the threat of the episode only to have Tessa step on a fucking bear trap?? Absolutely evil and so fucking well done on Tot's part. It's such good writing that I can't even be mad but I'm still screaming internally. I know Tot well enough to know this was the same bear trap that was sent to Tessa. There's no way it wasn't. It's a brilliant bit of foreshadowing because you truly do not know why a bear trap would've been sent until you hear them screaming as their leg is crushed. Tot is too good at screaming and crying in pain in podcasts, I will never emotionally recover. Like it HURT to hear, she's that good.

Tessa sending away Lucy, trying to get this loyal dog to leave so she doesn't get got by the monster broke my heart. They're so content to die and it hurts me so bad. And then Tot brings Dean into it? When I heard Dean I lost my mind I wanted him to be alive but he wasn't. There's no bringing him back, but he's still trying to save Tessa anyway. "It wasn't your fault. Tell my brother it wasn't his fault either" Tot what if I sob? What if I scream and cry and throw up?

And somehow this wasn't even the part that hurt me most! No THAT honor is reserved for when Nate gets there, trying his best to save Tessa. "I want to die." "I won't let you." It's been a week and I'm still unwell over this I mean seriously Tot how could you do this to me? And then to have Nate actually listen to Tessa and realize that she wasn't the cause of Dean's death while she's bleeding out in his arms? Now he feels responsible for both his brother AND his friend's death! And while I doubt Tessa is dead, Nate doesn't know that right now and I'm going to lose my mind over it I mean Tot. Tot. You didn't have to do that.

This episode perfectly punctuates the end of an incredible first half of the season. It asks more questions than it answers but in the best possible way. Tot's writing is masterful and is brought to life so well by them and their cast, I could, have, and will weep from it. Soul Operator is going on a hiatus after this to finish up the rest of season 1. There has never been a better time to listen to this show and everything it has to offer. I'm so incredibly proud of @totcoc0a and everything she's accomplished with the first half of the season

Tot not only are you an incredibly talented writer and voice actor, you're also a marvelous friend and I feel so lucky to know you every day of my life. The first half of the season destroyed me in the best way and I can't wait to see how you continue to break me

This concludes our last Soul Operator thread for a while! If you're not listening to Soul Operator nows the time to start. And if you ARE listening to Soul Operator, please come scream about it with me I love it so much

#soul operator #souloperatorpod #soul operator podcast #i fucking love this show so much and need everyone to listen RIGHT NOW #pine throws thoughts into the void of tumblr

[sagau-my-beloved]

I love we now made venti a potential hitman, like he’s so eager to kill for the all creator just to get attention, just imagine on the rare occasion you send him to kill some boss guy that been a nuisance for a while. Like on the outside to the public your the gentle all loving god. but in the shadows you have a team of your most loyal followers willing to kill people that you send out to take care of stubborn nuisance that refuse to make peace with you after giving them every offer you can. I imagine childe would be on the team of course, but also surprisingly, venti would too, like seriously, you a big bad boss guy that has unknowingly pissed off the all creator and this bard dude is sent to kill you? Only to come back to him master covered in blood and smiling cheerfully. Just, pure all creator secretly has a dark hitman unit she uses. She’s not all pure.

Really I mean what desperate acolyte wouldn't kill for the creator, I can't imagine there would be a lot

If we're talking about who all would be a willing hitman for their divine grace, all the Archons immediately make the checklist and also all the characters who have caused a death before, so obviously Childe's there, like a few different times

I'm just saying it would be really funny if the list looked like this

1: Childe

2: Venti

3: Tartaglia

4: Zhongli

5: Ajax

6: Ei

7: The 11th harbinger

Etc.

But something's just weirdly wholesome about the image of Venti covered thoroughly in blood, happily trotting back on his merry way to gush to his beloved how good he was for them, smiling and blushing as you clean up his face with a wet washcloth and he recounts the death in explicit detail, then you give him a lil kiss on the forehead for a job well-done

Que Childe pouting in the corner cause he didn't get a lil kiss

Anyway, yeah, it really is unrealistic to expect dear creator to just be all happy-go-lucky "let's solve this with the power of friendship!" when they literally came from our world, which is not notorious for having a lot of conflict solved in that manner

I mean at some point you just have to call it and resort to the secondary option, ie. murder

And who is a better helper than the drunk innocent bard, who looks as if the very worst he could bring himself to do is maybe steal a few sips of wine from unsuspecting patrons when they finally blackout after a long night

Realistically, if word ever got out to the general public that some 'less than innocent' things were going on behind the scenes, they would be relatively fine with it, I mean you have the right to enact divine judgment on whoever you see fit of course, and the fact that you're so loving and caring and pure on the outside only helps emphasize that everything you do is justified for one reason or another

And also what are the harbingers if not a team of 'problem solvers', I mean let's be real here, the game already has a canonical hitman team loyal to a divine power that everyone seems generally ok with, so you really wouldn't have to worry too heavily about that, your word is absolute after all

But if word did get out, there would suddenly be a very long list of people that want to join your elite hitman team, just saying, the line would be out the door

Then you'd probably have some of them claiming that they're actually better than the harbingers because they're loyal to a higher divine power, and then there's just Childe there who has to nervously sweat in the corner for being a part of both

Poor guy always gets swept up in divine hitman teams for some reason, if I had a nickel for everytime—

Anyway yeah, feral characters covered in blood and ready to kill 👌, more of that in fiction pls, we deserve it

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #i feel for childe man can't catch a break #he'd be happy to do it though i mean #it's one of those 'well I'm not gonna say no'

[howlingday]

The Remnant Retention Regiment (RRR):

A secret organization established to maintain public order. Their primary objectives include hunting down spy networks and conduct surveillance of the public.

Primary tactics include the use of brutal violence, wiretapping, cruel and unusual torture, intimidation, and much, much worse...

They're feared by the public, though they remain ghost stories to their own kingdoms, referred to only as "The Secret Police".

Cordovin: Hm? Is there a reason you're here? Mm? Orders from the general? Fine. Best of luck, Specialist Arc.

Saphron: Thank you, ma'am~! I'll do my very best~!

SAPHRON COTTA ARC, AGE TWENTY-NINE.

THIS WOMAN IS A VETERAN SPY-HUNTER.

---------------------------------------------------

Clover: Man, what was General Ironwood thinking, hiring such a cherub-faced girl? Especially for this line of work?

Cordovin: If I recall, his exact words were...

Ironwood: "Who, Sapphy? She's a cutie, ain't she? Kinda like a doll~!".

Clover: Seriously?

Cordovin: That's what he told me. Besides, that might be just what this kingdom needs. Regardless, she gets results, whatever it takes.

---------------------------------------------------

Saphron: So, nice to meet you, Mister... Mann, was it?

Shay: I ain't got nothin' to say to you-

Saphron: Oh, listen to this! My baby brother just got married~! I'm just so excited to go out and celebrate with them~!

Shay: Uh, that's-

Saphron: And he's such a good man! So kind and generous and smart and he gives the best hugs ever! He means the world to me...

Shay: Yeah, so-

Saphron: Oh! Maybe you've met him? He works here in Vale, too! How lucky am I to make it here with the Argus team to aid in conduct a spy hunt!

Saphron: Shoot! That reminds me! I still need to call him and let him know I'm in the city! But just between you and me, I haven't told him I'm visiting, so hush-hush on that, okay?

Saphron: But for everything else, just lay it all out.

Shay: I dunno what you're goin' on about! I ain't a spy!

Saphron: (Drops photos) These are you, aren't they, Mr. Mann?

Qrow: Hey! What the hell?! Why didn't we get those photos?!

Saphron: I've been so excited to be here, I guess I just forgot to deliver them. Clumsy me~!

Saphron: Now, as for you, Shay D. Mann... WHY DON'T YOU START COOPERATING?

Some time later...

Shay: And that's it. That's everything I know. All I did was make copies, deliver them to the drop site, and they paid me for them. That's it. Dunno anything about the woman who picked them up. Said she was from out of Vale, but didn't say where.

Saphron: Was there anything you could point out about her? Any unusual ticks or features?

Shay: Far as I could tell, she was a totally normal chick.

Saphron: Mhm... I see... Tell me, Mr. Mann... DOES THE NAME "NIGHTSHADE" MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?

Shay: ...No? Who's that?

Saphron: She's a spy from outside of Vale. They say she's a master of disguise. She's planning to destroy everything we hold near and dear. She's the exact kind of spy why the RRR was made. Help us catch her, and all of this goes away. Okay?

Shay: W-Well, let me think of something-

Saphron: Something truthful and honest, yes, because you already know that lying doesn't work on us, and lying only gets you into more trouble.

Shay: Ghk! Alright, listen! I just needed the cash, okay?! To meet girls! I wasn't hurting anyone!

Saphron: ...Meeting girls? What about your wife?

Shay: J-Just for fun! Marriage is it's own other thing, y'know? You're married, too, ain't'cha?! All I did was give 'em some scraps of paper! It ain't like I'm plannin' a revolution! Cut me some slack!

Saphron: ...

Saphron: (Stands up) Let me be perfectly clear, Mr. Shay D. Mann. While it's true that I am married, neither my spouse nor my own brother knows that I work for the RRR, and I don't plan to, either. Part of the reason is so I can keep my loved happy because I'd hate for them to worry about my dangerous job. (Slips on black gloves) But the other reason... IS I DON'T WANT THEM TO KNOW JUST HOW DIRTY I GET MY HANDS SOMETIMES.

Saphron: (Grabs him by his hair, Slams down) Mr. Mann, I don't think you quite understand. You don't see the reason. Your crime is called treason. Those papers may only be "scraps" to you, but to everyone outside Vale, they're tasks on their to-do!

Saphron: (Grips hair tight, Grinds face down) Unlike you, I love my family. I love my spouse. I love my brother. And I will do anything to keep him safe, regardless of what kingdom they live.

Saphron: (Twists hair, Lifts head and bashes) WHATEVER. IT. TAKES.

#rwby #spy x family #rwby au #saphron cotta arc #caroline cordovin #clover ebi #shay d. mann #qrow branwen

[cbsxreader]

could i please have cbs x a reader who is an angel that was cast out of heaven and turned into a freak as punishment for being bad at their job?

Oh my god, I love this idea so much!! I put WAAYYY too much effort into this and got carried away :,)

Christian with a reader who is a fallen angel

When you're an angel, your job is to protect and help people on earth and make them live their best lives before they die. And as an angel, you didn't find it that tricky, it always warmed your heart seeing people feel better thanks to you.

But it wasn't all perfect either, otherwise there would be no purpose for angels. Some dirty work was involved as well and there was no denying it.

And that hard part of your job included Christian Brutal Sniper. Sure, he took care of other violent people in the darkest streets, but also took lives of innocents. You were asigned to see if he could be redeemed and turn his life around for the better.

But each time you encountered Christian, he only showed aggression, not hesitating to jump at you and attack. You had tried to just talk it out with him many times, only for him to pull out another one of his many weapons. Not to mention he had mastered his arsenal of weapons and sometimes almost got you in his grasp.

Soon enough though, Christian started to not take the situation too seriously, realizing what you wanted to do. He knew you wanted to change him, but now that he knew that, there was no chance he'd let himself be changed. Christian started to mess around and became more playful, and that included suddenly starting to flirt with you. You were taken aback but didn't pay any attention to him, since that's exactly what he desired from you.

After many encounters and Christian's many attempts, you gave in when he offered you a singular red rose. For a moment, you gave him a blank stare, what was he trying to acomplish with such a gesture? You still hated Christian, but the least you could do was accept the flower. Out of pity? Out of love? Who knew.

You weren't so lucky though, another angel had seen you accepting his gift and considering you still hadn't really done anything about Christian, not to mention let him flirt with you, you were in deep trouble.

One moment you were called to just have a talk, the next you sheltered yourself in your wings, hiding from everything and everyone. The cold forest air made you have goosebumps all over your skin.

Just one simple action had made you into a being you were sent out to get rid of. You were one of them now. You don't know them, but they know you. There were no chances of positive interactions between you and them. You truly were all alone. At least that's what you thought.

"Angel?"

You looked up with a glare, already knowing it was the man who is responsible for you becoming like him.

"What happened?" Christian asked in a surprisingly quiet and careful voice.

"One angel apparently saw your little gesture towards me and now I'm one of you. A freak." You tried to hide your anger, though it could be heard in your voice.

"Because I gave you a flower?" He asked.

"It wasn't a flower. It was a sign. A sign that you loved me. And I should have denied it because it was my duty to rid you of sin, but...I took it."

"Why?" He asked. You could sense Christian wanted to hear that you loved him, but you at least needed to talk some decency into him.

"Because all your attempts at flirting with me seemed so fucking pathetic that I took it out of pity for you!" You lashed out at him, baring your teeth and quickly standing up.

"You always kept trying and trying and trying again to win my heart even though I was an angel and tried to ignore you!" You raised your voice even more. Your wings suddenly spread out and puffed up, straight up scaring Christian and making him fall back.

Though you couldn't stay mad at him. He was the person you were most familair with in this world where you didn't know anyone else and had nowhere to go. It was best to stay on good terms with him. You let out a sigh and collapsed back onto the grass.

"Speaking of not giving up, may I ask, how have you kept on going eversince you turned into a freak? Despite everything that happened?" You had calmed down and seemed to be more ready to talk.

Christian sat in silence for a moment "Well, I just sorta didn't look back at the person I was before and started anew." He avoided looking at you and slightly scratched his beard.

"It's that easy? You really are simpler creatures than angels." You said back to him.

"Oi! You callin' us dumb?" He seemed offended.

"No, not at all..It's just..Is that all I need to do? Just forget my previous life?"

"Well, it's the new lifestyle of doing whatever you want and our partying that makes you not think about it too much." He explained and stood up. "In fact, I believe Painis is gonna celebrate his birthday today, what do ya say we go there and then we'll see how much you remember about being an angel the next morning?" He held out his hand to you.

You sat in silence for a moment. "I guess that doesn't sound so bad." You took his hand and he helped you get up.

He didn't let go though, instead he held your hand, kind of non-verbally asking about your feelings towards him. He looked at your intertwined hands and then looked into your eyes. You thought about it again. You had a new chance at life, a free life. You lightly squeezed his hand and looked at him with soft eyes. He let a light smile creep on his face and started to lead you to your new home.

#christian brutal sniper x reader #freak fortress #freak fortress x reader #tf2 freaks #tf2 freaks x reader #tf2 freakshow #tf2 freakshow x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 sniper #christian brutal sniper #i was in love with this concept

[maerinhearts]

All The BL I Have Read

If you're not interested in BL, scroll away. If you are... well...

Welcome. Hello. My name is Mae. I read a lot of BL in my free time because it's incredibly entertaining and I have a lot of fun. None of my friends read BL and the only one I share this information with is my best friend. Because I have a touch of the 'tism, I have compiled a list of every single BL I have ever read and I would like to share it with you.

ETA: This posted very oddly, and I've tried to fix it several times to no avail. I'm sorry.

Please keep in mind that these are in no particular order.

Let's start with the finished works:

Insecret: 102 Chapters

Again: 60 Chapters

Aporia: 108 Chapters

Dear Door: 163 Chapters

BJ Alex: 96 Chapters

Mad Dog: 51 Chapters

No Love Zone: 70 Chapters

Checkmate: 103 Chapters

Love or Hate: 106 Chapters

The New Recruit: 45 Chapters

Hold Me Safe: 49 Chapters

Love So Pure: 113 Chapters

Fake Romance: 37 Chapters

The Unquenchable Mr. Kim: 65 Chapters

Vanilla Soda Sky: 49 Chapters

The Big Apple: 65 Chapters

Darling For Dessert: 72 Chapters

In My Closet: 116 Chapters

A Life Without You: 65 Chapters

The Words In Your Snare: 82 Chapters

Snake Bite: 30 Chapters

Fuck this story.

A Man of Virtue: 131 Chapters

How To Snag An Alpha (Omegaverse): 106 Chapters

My Way With You: 4 very long chapters

Do you like pain? Same. I sobbed while reading this.

Tell Me You Love Me: 15 Chapters

Don't Build My Hopes Up: 50 Chapters

Love Shuttle (Omegaverse): 98 Chapters

Cherry Blossoms After Winter: 151 Chapters

Easy To Read: 50 Chapters

Solar Eclipse: 86 Chapters

Love In Kitsch: 52 Chapters

Broken Boy: 75 Chapters

Seriously… do you like pain? Because same.

On or Off: 91 Chapters

Assorted Wildness: 65 Chapters

The Sweetest Man: 115 Chapters

Surge Towards You (Omegaverse): 61 Chapters

Sign: 115 Chapters

Do you like angst? Same.

Mayday Mayday Mayday!: 50 Chapters

Do you like red flags? Same.

Anti P.T.: 63 Chapters

Top to Bottom: 56 Chapters

Lucky Paradise: 90 Chapters

DO YOU REALLY LIKE BEING IN PAIN? DO YOU ENJOY SUFFERING? FUCKING SUFFER. THE ENTIRE TIME YOU READ THIS. SUFFER.

Secret Therapy: 39 Chapters

Blind Play: 80 Chapters

My Bias Is Showing?!: 48 Chapters

Lying In A Dream: 66 Chapters

Love Me, Doctor!: 55 Chapters

BL Motel: 155 Chapters

Turn Off The Camera: 99 Chapters

Viewfinder: 89 Chapters

Undercover Partners: 174 Chapters

Siren's Song: 72 Chapters

Lover Boy: 81 Chapters

I know you love pain by now…

Unromantic Romance (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

The Ordinary Lifestyle of a Universal Guide: 63 Chapters

Shame Application: 60 Chapters

Red Candy: 92 Chapters

Paid: 55 Chapters

If you read this, be nice to my baby Heejae… He a lil dumb… for a good reason, too.

Love For Sale: 93 Chapters

Kiss Me Liar (Omegaverse): 32 Chapters

Fuck everything about this one.

Heat and Run (Omegaverse): 107 Chapters

Gold Gray (Omegaverse): 126 Chapters

At this point, all you know is pain. This one is fucking SAD.

One Roof, Two Strangers: 56 Chapters

Crash Into Me: 48 Chapters

So you really love pain…

This handles some very difficult topics, please tread carefully.

Love Percentage (Omegaverse): 69 Chapters

Melting Into You (Omegaverse): 60 Chapters

My Master, My Jooin (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

Blood Link (Omega...verse...ish...?): 135 Chapters

Uhmmmmm….???????????? Top is a vampire??? Bottom is a female lycan???? Uhm? He bites the bottom???? And like??? What???

Okay... Now onto stuff that I am currently reading and is still releasing. There will be an asterisk (*) next to works that are currently on hiatus:

Painter of the Night

Low Tide in Twilight (Omegaverse)

Limited Run*

Speak of the Devil

The Pawn's Revenge*

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

Legs That Won't Walk*

I don’t know what’s happening.

Idk why I’m here anymore.

Jinx

Pearl Boy

TREAD. CAREFULLY. I cannot stress this enough.

Opposites Attract

Anemone Theater

The Ghost's Nocturne*

Tread carefully with this one too. The top is a literal demon from the underworld.

Vanilla Taste

Stranger Than Friends

Odd Love (Side stories ongoing)

The Dangerous Convenience Store (Side stories ongoing)

Semantic Error

Liveta*

Steel Under Silk

Love Jinx

Payback

Under The Green Light*

Stay With Me

Honey Trouble (Omegaverse)

Hold Me Tight (Side stories ongoing)

The Hunting Game

Yakuza In Love

I kinda dropped this one, but also kinda didn’t. I need to pick it back up.

It's Just A Dream... Right?!

Trapped In The Dark* (Considering dropping)

Miscreants and Mayhem

Punch Drunk Love

Missing Love: A Married Man

Prepare… to fucking cry your eyes out…This one is so fucking sad. I’ve never cried so much in my life. You can’t even enjoy the smut. Tread so carefully with this. It is not for the weak-hearted.

You Get Me Going

Kill The Lights (Side stories ongoing)

December (Omegaverse)

Love Is An Illusion (Omegaverse) (Side stories ongoing)

Bongchon Bride

XXX Buddy/Perfect Buddy

Hard-Boiled Love

Hard-core BDSM. Tread carefully.

Origin of the Species* (Omegaverse)

Heal, Heal, Heal!

My Suha (Side stories ongoing)

Work Love Balance (On or Off Sequel)

Shutline

Double Trap

Cold Blooded Beast

DROPPED:

No Reason

Even If You Don't Love Me/Love Me Not

And now for my list of must reads (my faves) in no particular order:

Love For Sale

Man of Virtue

Hold Me Tight

Love Or Hate

Missing Love (this one is incredibly hard to read, but so good)

On or Off

The Dangerous Convenience Store

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

The Pawn's Revenge

Sign

In My Closet

Aporia

I want to put Blind Play on that list so bad, but it's so fucked up it's not even funny. I loved it, but the top is a literal murderer. So please keep that in mind before reading.

And so there it is. A list of everything I have read so far. If you ever want to message me and talk about BL, I'm down. If you want the link to any of these, message me and I will send it.

#bl manhwa #yaoi manhwa #all the bl i've read so far. #goodness gracious #this is a fucking lot

[sassykattery]

Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 5

Let me keep the sweetness going.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Barbatos calls MC "mistress"

Themes: Birthday. Sappy, feel-good fuzzy shit.

Characters: MC="you", Barbatos, Solomon, Satan.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy~

-4am-

Stepping through the portal, you found yourself back at the Demon Lord's castle again. This time, you were out in the palace gardens next to a table where Barbatos was standing as well.

"We meet again," you beamed.

"Indeed mistress. I thought by this point you could use some refreshing tea with me," he replied, pouring two cups.

"Ah, so it's your turn?" you asked.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind we relax a bit," he stated. He then gestured toward the seat closest to you and you sat, taking the teacup he handed you. He sat as well, opposite of you, and smiled. "I was unsure of what we should do, but I think simple was best in this scenario," he said.

"I couldn't agree more," you replied, and then taking a sip.

"There's also something I wish to discuss with you, mistress," he said a touch more seriously, and then drinking his own tea. You nodded, and he continued. "I am afraid maybe we pushed you too hard with your royal studies. I'm informing you that we will be scaling those back. You've made great progress already, and you should be able to learn much more in a hands-on capacity when the need arises."

"Barbatos..." you started to say.

"I know of your proclivity to aim for perfection and success, however, MC, you are still young, and I only wish for you to be happy and enjoy this chapter of your life," he said. He was quiet for a moment, and you considered his words, but then he spoke again, this time very serious and somber looking. "I hate to see you unhappy, mistress. For what you've given my young lord, the brothers, the Devildom, myself, you deserve everything and more. I know what it's like to be weighed down by the threat of dejection, to have its claws pierce your everyday thoughts, so I implore you to accept."

It shocked you, to hear Barbatos be so candid. In truth, your relationship with him had been developing beautifully ever since he began tutoring you. He was always patient and kind with you, just a touch strict when you needed him to be, and you never felt as though he was judging you for missing something.

For Barbatos, he enjoyed every moment of his time with you. Yes, quite so, he was in love with you, but it was a more profound love, not infatuation. It was the kind of love rooted in respect for what you've accomplished, it was love for your vanity and willingness to try, even if you'd miss the mark.

"I will agree to it, then," you finally said quietly, taking another sip. Barbatos finally smiled again.

He gracefully stood from his seat and said, "I have my own gift for you, mistress, allow me one moment." You nodded and he retrieved a trunk from under the table that you didn't even notice. He pulled his chair next to you and sat again, putting the trunk on his lap, facing it so it would open towards you.

"Go ahead," he said.

You flicked up the locks on the trunk and opened it to find the most gorgeous tea set. They were engraved with black roses, gold filigree, and the inner lining was in your favorite color. Carefully, you picked up a teacup and looked it over. On the underside you saw an engraving, "Queen MC," in gold. You gasped and looked up at the butler, teary eyed.

"Barbatos," is all you could whisper.

"I take it you are happy. I had this made the day after you accepted my master's proposal of title," he explained. "The castle is home to many tea sets, but yet to have one solely dedicated to you, mistress, and now we have one."

After you put the teacup back, he closed the trunk and locked it, sliding it back under the table. As soon as he was upright again, you stood to hug him, tightly.

"I love you, Barbatos," you whispered. "Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

Now it was Barbatos' turned to be shocked, hearing your words. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist in reciprocation. "I love you as well, mistress. I believe I'm the lucky one, however. I hope you have a wonderful birthday."

For your remaining time, the two of you sat back down and enjoyed the rest of the tea that was prepared, talking about everything and anything that came up.

-6am-

Time was up, and Barbatos stood once more. "Enjoy the rest of your day, MC," he said, opening a portal next to you. You nodded and stood.

After walking through the portal, you realized immediately you were no longer in the Devildom, and you were also on a rooftop. The air smelled different, and the sky was different. The looming darkness you had become accustomed to was now brighter, even for it being night. The air was familiar, distantly so, as the scent of smog and agricultural products was more distinct than in the Devildom.

"Happy Birthday, MC," Solomon said, smiling while sitting. He had his knees brought up to his chest. He patted the spot next to him. You smiled and followed his silent instruction.

"Thank you, Solomon. So, why are we in the human world?" You immediately asked.

"Ah, well, I realized that maybe you haven't seen one of these in a while, especially since you've become a denizen of the Devildom and a demon. It may be a long time before you get to see it again, so I brought you here," he said cryptically.

When you looked around, you two were on the rooftop of a skyscraper on the edge of a city, facing a long-stretching roll of plains and highways. You weren't a fan of heights, but it was tolerable. It was still completely dark out, but you had no trouble seeing out into the void of the sleeping human world.

"I thought I would take this moment to say a couple things, MC," Solomon said, "Before we begin in a few minutes."

"Go on."

"First, I hope you know how proud I am of you. You've been through a lot, in not a lot of time, especially compared to me. Though, I'm not as old as Barbatos or Diavolo, or even Lucifer," he said, teasing. You chuckled and he continued. "Becoming a demon after being human your whole life is a big change, I imagine, and you've handled it well. Your life is, well, unprecedented, so please treat yourself as such. There's no need to force things or be hard on yourself."

"You know, I'm starting to think everyone is going to have this sappy message for me and make me feel bad about being sad," you grumbled.

Solomon looked a tad shocked when you said it, so he replied, "I don't mean to come off as ingenuine."

"Oh, sorry, no I know you're being genuine," you quickly replied.

"But, MC, you must know that we mean it. We are here for you, especially when you're helping everyone achieve a goal none thought was possible, until you came along. You're truly, well, a miracle," Solomon stated.

You sat in silence for a moment, until Solomon elbowed your side and pointed. "Ah, this is what I brought you here for," he stated.

Just then, the sky started to lighten around the horizon. Dawn was approaching, a sight you hadn't seen in quite some time, just as the sorcerer said. Over the next half hour, you saw the sky brighten and shift into beautiful colors, midnight blues turning into magentas and indigos, and then warming to oranges and reds as the sun drew closer to its appearance. Just as the sun would peak, you saw a couple shooting stars. It was magnificent, this scene. When the sun finally mounted the horizon, you immediately flinched, not having experienced it with your demon eyes; it felt a hundred times brighter than it used to.

Solomon chuckled, "Sorry, I know it's probably a tad uncomfortable to you now, but I wanted to make sure you experienced it, and I'm honored to be here. Ah, I almost forgot," he said, reaching to his other side that you couldn't see.

He handed you a frame, and in it was a moving photo of a sunrise, the exact one you just witnessed, to be precise. You gasped and looked up at him. "I enchanted it just now to look like what we saw. Now, you'll always remember what your first sunrise looked like, and you'll think of me," he said in a softened voice.

Still holding the photo, you threw your arms around his shoulders, hugging him. "Thank you," you said.

Once you let him go, an evil smirk graced his lips. "Ah, now that you're happy, I thought I would be the first to offer that should you wish to make a pact with anyone, I'd love to be your first," he said maliciously but also teasingly.

You immediately frowned and shook your head. He took the photo back, laughing. "I have my answer then. I'll have this sent to your place. Again, happy birthday, MC," he said cheerfully.

A portal opened beside you; you hadn't realized it had already been a while since you two sat there watching the sunrise and the earth slowly come back to life, as the cars below whizzed by, the sounds of the city picking up.

-8am-

Instantly, one of your favorite smells, well two of them combined, hit your nose: books and coffee. You were able to guess who it would be behind you.

"Satan?" You asked before turning. Looking around, you were in your shared favorite bookstore that was next to a coffee shop.

He walked over the railing to look down at you and smiled. "Up here," he said. You looked up at the sound of his voice and saw him up in the loft. "Come on up," he said, beckoning you.

You found the staircase and walked up. The upstairs loft was a reading area, and he had it decked out with your favorite coffee and snacks from next door. There was an array of books laid out on the coffee table as well, some that you recognized the covers and others you didn't. Not only that, but there was a large, fluffy orange tabby cat sleeping on the couch, and you immediately melted.

"Happy Birthday, MC," Satan said in a gentle and low voice, coming up behind you. You turned and accepted his embrace.

"Thank you, Satan," you whispered. He took your hand and walked you over to the sitting area, and it was hard for you to peel your eyes away from the cat sleeping so cutely nearby.

Satan noticed this and chuckled. "I hope you don't mind, but I just wanted to spend time with you, just us, doing our favorite things," he said.

You nodded and he led you over to the couch, both of you sitting on either side of the sleeping feline.

"How has your day been so far? Tell me about it," he said, picking up a book. You grabbed a coffee of the table and sat back, petting the cat with your other hand.

"Well, Belphie rented out the new space exhibit, Levi and I did karaoke, Barbatos and I had tea, and Solomon met me in the human world to watch the sunrise," you explained.

Satan smiled, "You sound happy, I'm glad." You nodded. "Would you mind if I read to you? It's been a while since we've had time to, and I have a particular chapter I'd like to read to you from this book I'm reading."

"Of course, let's hear it," you said with a soft smile.

He began to read to you, and you carefully listened as you drank your coffee and pet the cat mindlessly. It wasn't a book you recognized, and as the chapter unfolded, you listened to Satan recount the words of the heroine, one who was lost in battle, unsure of her next move. Her counterparts were nowhere to be found, and she was near the end of her ability to carry on:

"My beloved Asteroth, though I see you not now, I know you are near. Hear my words so I may find you once more, like that fateful night in years past where you showed me who I truly was: the Saint of Fury, Deliverer of the Admonished, Provider of Punishment. I nary will forget again my place in this world, for you and others needeth my liberation in order to maintain judgment in a realm without order."

Satan put his bookmark in the book and closed it softly. He looked over at you and you smiled.

"Thank you, Satan, I understand," you said quietly.

You see, what the fourth born had actually done was talk to you through the words of the book. He was referring to when you helped him find true solace in his identity, one that wasn't attached to the eldest brother. Satan was essentially saying he needed you, then and now, even when he can't see you. But, this passage, it was also a reminder to you: that you are found, your identity is sure, and that you need your family as well.

"As for your gift, I have chosen to give you an ancient magic tome," he said. "It's already in your bookcase at home. I have kept it pristine for well over a century, so I hope you will do the same."

Both of you stood and embraced once more. "My dear MC, I'll always love you and be there for you," he murmured into your hair. Both of you were feeling sentimental now. Satan meant a great deal to you, and he was someone you loved and respected in turn, just as you were to him.

"I love you too, Satan," you muttered into his chest.

Then, a portal opened, and you knew it was time for your next adventure.

Satan grabbed your hand and smiled. "Have fun, I'll see you soon."

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Thanks for reading <3

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #sassywrites #sassystories #obey me fanfic #love-eternal #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me satan

[bmodiwrites]

Is Throwback Thursday still a thing? Either way, I think I'm going to partake today. There are a couple of fics I wrote a while back that I loved to write and still appreciate reading. They didn't do as great as I would have liked with you guys, so maybe a little refresher will help!

Check out a couple of MY favorites below!

I Could've Sworn I Saw Fireworks

There is no altercation with the demogorgon, so Steve's life isn't turned so far upside down. Instead, he takes Nancy's brief influence in his life seriously - he gets better grades and keeps his nose down. Steve is so desperate to get out of Hawkins that he takes a basketball scholarship to play at Purdue. He's lucky to be going, except -

His life feels like it's in limbo until his little brother Dustin gets to West Lafayette to suffer Purdue's curriculum, too. Between brotherly love and a bit of meddling, Steve is thrust into many situations with a certain curly haired dungeon master he's been crushing on for months. Find out what happens when Dustin plays matchmaker and Steve & Eddie go along with it!

Or, the one where Dustin actually is Steve's little brother and their lives are all the better for it...

*I love this one a lot because Eddie finds it in himself to get into something that Steve's interested in. I'm also an old college athlete, so it hits home.

Everything, It Happens For A Reason

At the tender age of ten, Eddie's freezing his ass off on the playground, only to be saved by a black and red vest owned by none other than Steve Harrington. That simple gesture sets off a course of events that lead to Eddie realizing that everything that happens, happens for a reason.

Or - an Eddie centric angst piece.

*This one was one of my very first drafts for this fandom. That still makes me super proud & happy to have written this piece. Besides, who can really pass up little kid!Eddie?

(For You) I'd Break These Walls

What if Steve was there the night Jason found Eddie in Rick's boat shed? Steve makes a late night food run out to Eddie only to see that Jason has finally closed in. He's there to see Patrick die, taking a cold dip in the lake, too. He's there that night at Skull Rock and in the morning when Max finds them spooning - but that's not the first time Max's caught Steve with Eddie.

Find out what happens when Max opens Steve's eyes to something he never considered before. Sometimes, the best shit happens when it's least expected.

Or - a sorry excuse to write Max & Steve interactions!

*I just really love the Max & Steve interactions in this one. I don't really know why it didn't hit the way I wanted to but it's one of my absolute favorites. The story is so wholesome!

#steddie #bobbie writes #throwback #writings from the past #steddie fics #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

[jack-kellys]

ok OK ok .

he asked if i'm a paychopath (i said how the hell should i know that?)

AND/OR

there's gotta be a way to fix who i am

ok these were tough idk why but i cracked em

send me a title and i’ll give you a plan!

first up:

albert isn’t one to criticize someone and actually mean it. but he seriously cannot be the only one who thinks jack kelly’s younger brother is a little strange.

race is wonderful, though, even so. he’s funny, he’s really quick, smart about lots of stuff, and he’s thoughtful. earnest. the guy means really well.

albert’s a bit captivated by him, fine, but mostly he’s curious. because the boy can be too smart sometimes- knowing some tidbit of information that is exactly useful in whatever scenario they’re in, or understanding perfectly how albert’s car needs to be fixed when albert’s been studying cars for years and can barely catch on to what race is saying. or sometimes saying what albert says… before he says it.

they’re not even out of high school yet- they’re 17, going into their senior year. jack and charlie—race’s brothers—don’t think anything of it, and al seems to be race’s closest friend at the moment…no one’s commented on anything. and that makes sense, technically, since it’s simply out of the ordinary.

and sometimes, so are jack and charlie, but al sees them less so maybe it isn’t fair of him to judge them.

but after school, al’s walking to meet race at jack’s truck in the parking lot, and al watches from forty feet away as race lifts his hand- and the hood of the car lifts with it.

“racer, what are you doing,” is sighed behind him, al whirls around to see jack, who honestly just looks fucking annoyed as he hears race’s ‘oh, shit! sorry!’ from beyond them, and then al is hiked over jack’s shoulder like he’s a bunch of fucking grapes and not six feet tall and their high school’s star hockey player.

he’s tossed in the car, and they drive, and it’s explained why race could figure out how to do such a thing.

it’s just. the explanation is that they’re aliens, and are currently stranded on earth.

yeah my thought process was literally “haha the title could be funny bc what if they literally didn’t know what a psychopath was because of them literally being from another world. lmao”

anyway onto the second one! this one i am. i’m looking at rn.

yk what we’re going fantasy idc.

in a world where power is defined by love,

nah jk kind of so i’m putting this au in a fantastical city where everyone has some sort of magic. lineage is everything to everyone, ancestors from centuries in the past can still define a person’s future, and especially future talents or gifts.

jack is, luckily, born into a higher position. he comes from a line of elementalists on his father’s side and healers on his mother’s. david is born lucky as well, from a long line of dedicated spellcasters, an extremely difficult magic to master.

they grow up together, taking classes and honing their skills along with their friends. this is starting to sound like the owl house but i promise they just have lots of magic types and that’s all

and jack makes a mistake. mistakes. he makes one final mistake that cannot be forgiven, because it’s not just a mistake, it’s damage. to his community, to his home, and worst of all, his family.

his parents cast him away. they don’t allow him home. they don’t forgive, not this time.

and jack finds that ever since, his magic has… dulled, when he tries to use it. and when he doesn’t try, doesn’t think, it’s- it’s out of control. the two people who had loved him the most, supported him all his life, had turned their backs, his lineage had sawed his branch off the tree, and he was paying for it.

it’s a road of hurt, acceptance, reformation, and especially learning to let others love him- because when he does, that’s when his powers start to bloom properly once again.

#jack is poison ivy im js. i’m just- i. plants. jack having to create his own green spaces. yeah #ALSO LMFAO I JUST??? i always make race a little Off and albert the one to pay for it it’s just fun to toss that mf around #newsies #newsies aus #fizz wants to write #mutuals #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #davey jacobs #eventual #javid #ralbert #aliens are fucking fun tho i wish more fics had crazy sci fi shit like that #THANK YOU JAC ILY!!

[killerandhealerqueen]

What made you pursue forensic science as a study? Was your love for detective shows a factor? Or did you want to know the gritty details of how forensics really worked?

Also, I was the 😅 anon before! Revealing myself lol.

Haha, hi! I would have made a tag for you when you were on anon, but I didn't know what 😅 would translate to in words, so I just left it as "anon edition". But if I make a tag, would you prefer "unknown edition" or is there another name you'd prefer?

Anyways, when I was younger, I actually wanted to be a nurse or a surgeon. But at the time I realized that 1) I'd have to deal with blood (I didn't like blood back then, blood doesn't really bother me now) and 2) I'd have someone's life in my hands and that scared the fucking hell out of me so I said nope.

But, I've also been very interested in science. English and science were the subjects I was always really strong in and I actually won an award in middle school for being super inquisitive about science, so that kind of...spurred me on to consider/pursue a career in science.

As I got older, yeah, watching a lot of crime shows did help, like CSI: Miami, Criminal Minds, the First 48, stuff like that and then I started watching Forensic Files and I'm like "That. I wanna do that". Also, anytime we took those like MBTI tests and they told you what sort of job you'd be good in, I always got either science teacher or criminal justice. So I kind of leaned into that as well.

In middle school, I was lucky enough to visit the Honolulu Police Department and talk with someone who worked as a crime scene photographer and sort of get the scoop on how crime scene investigation and stuff like that works so that also sort of helped me realize that hey, forensics is an option and it's kind of fucking cool and maybe I wanna pursue that.

In high school, I wrote a paper on what a CSI is actually like and how it's not everything the television shows make it out to be (the CSI effect and all) and surprisingly, doing all of that research just made me want to do forensics more.

And then in college, the college I went to actually had a degree in Forensic Biology, so I was fucking ecstatic about that. Same with my master's program. I'm very lucky that I was able to go to schools that focused/had degrees that I wanted to pursue in them and I'm also very lucky that my parents urged me to pursue this sort of degree.

Also, working at the morgue for two summers also really strengthened that I seriously want to work in the forensic/death scene investigation field and that we really help put a lot of families at ease.

Also, just learning how important death scene investigations are (sort of similar to crime scene investigations except one is done by the morgue and one is done by the police) and what goes into death scene investigations and what we do...it's all very fascinating and I'm grateful that I got to experience it.

Also experiencing an autopsy. That was a first for me, but I remember it very well and I also found that incredibly fascinating (the doctor was very patient and explained how and why he was doing what he was doing and if I wasn't getting my masters in forensic investigative science, I might have considered going to medical school to become a forensic pathologist).

So yeah, always sort of wanted to work in the criminal justice field, always sort of had the drive/urge to help people and I realized that not everyone has the stomach to be a forensic scientist but I do, so I should...maybe pursue it

get to know the blogger

#sass answers #qm edition #get to know the blogger

[nexus-schwarz]

Avataro Sentai DonBrothers

Nexus' Master List of Super Sentai Nexus' Drama List

(From now on, I'm going to add my MDL profile to all of my toku posts because I'll be able to track there as well as my personal post.)

This season was actually painful to watch. And I thought Akibaranger was awful.

They're both annoying but in different ways.

If this was Inoue's last season, I'm glad, because he literally threw everything at the wall and expected it to stick.

Completely forgetting it's a Sentai, he just threw in monsters at the last minute for some of the episodes. Completely forgetting it's an anniversary season (much less as supposed sequel to one of the best seasons, Zenkaiger) where the monsters are supposed to reference past stuff, and when they are defeated, the team gets a power-up to use their powers directly instead of Zenkai's summons/power influence. Said monsters when they went giant were also supposed to reference the mechs but they kept recycling the same two suits over and over. Forgetting that they had a budget and having recolors of monster suits.

Felt stupid that they had a soulless crossover reference for the first mech before they actually got their own stuff, and then just brushed off that it never happened.

Didn't like Kiji Brother and Inu Brother's suits being CG because any fight with them was so awkward, especially with their weird proportions on both ends. Couldn't take their "dramatic battle" seriously at all when a stick of a man-bird was fighting Sonic. (Not to mention that it made the stage show awkward because they were acted out by humans.)

None of the characters were likable. And the ones that were, Kijino and Tsubasa, they ruined soon enough. When they spent 44 episodes to reveal Tsubasa as Inu Brother, I got a headache when I read the spoilers. My headcanon is that the Kaito in this show is the god from Zenkai still in Kaito's form, because he acts nothing like how he did in Zenkai and the whole series there was dimension shenanigans anyway, so I'm taking that as fact. (As well as time nonsense in this one, ugh.) Jiro could've been good but he's just so sidelined that even when his plot stuff was settled, he still wasn't relevant until the end.

I couldn't stand it being the Taro show and we're supposed to believe that he's perfect and never wrong, despite the show trying to say that he's wrong yet never punish him because everyone forgives him. And I thought Lucky was a bad protagonist...

So far King-Ohger is good, so it's at least washing this bad taste out of my mouth.

#boring nexus is boring #Nexus always watches Sentai #avataro sentai donbrothers

[milanocookiesandivyprofen]

Adorabug and Night Panthère AU - Origins: Part 1

(AU where Rose and Juleka are Ladybug and Chat Noir because YES)

The day begins normally, except Rose's parents have an early shift and Rose has to walk to school. She passes by Marinette's house before Marinette even runs out the door.

She crosses the street and sees Master Fu starting to walk across. She quickly pulls him back.

Rose: Sorry, sir! But you might have been run over if you crossed now. Master Fu: Thank you, young lady.

Rose gets to school and sits down, starting to talk with Mylene and co.

Juleka arrives a little later than usual because she too has to walk to school all the way from the Seine (like seriously, living on a houseboat AND walking to school? not my kind of jazz). She notices Master Fu struggling to get his cane and helps him up.

Master Fu: Thank you, miss. Juleka: *mumbles just loud enough for others to hear* Don't mention it.

They notice Ivan get mad at Kim.

He's sent to the principal's office and gets turned into Stoneheart.

Stoneheart is a furious man all over the cameras.

Juleka and Rose head home and find the miraculous mini boxes waiting for them.

Rose finds and opens hers first, and has an obligatory cute attack.

Rose: What's this? *opens box* Eeek! Tikki: Hi, Rose! Don't worry, everything will be- Rose: *literally having a cute attack* OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE SO CUTE! Tikki: Rose! Focus! You're the only one who can stop Stoneheart! Rose: You mean that big rocky moster? He's terrifying! Tikki: Yes, but put on the earrings, say the right words and you'll become a superheroine! Your power, the lucky charm, will give you an object to defeat him and save Paris! Rose: *puts on the earrings* Anything to help others!

Juleka finds hers on her desk and opens it. She's a little scared at first, but Plagg gets her motivated to do it.

Juleka: *shrinking away in fear* Plagg: Oh, a shy kitten. No matter. Listen, Juleka. I'm Plagg. I love cheese, Sugarcube, and being reckless. How about you tell me about yourself so I can help with the current situation? Juleka: Uhmm - I have several friends, a brother named Luka, a mother called Anarka, a crush named Rose... Plagg: Well, all of those people are in danger. And you have to help them! Stoneheart grabbed two of your friends and you're the only one capable of defeating him. Juleka: ...how...can I help? Plagg: Just put on the ring, say, "Plagg, claws out!" and you become a superhero with the power to destroy whatever you touch by saying "Cataclysm". Go!

They transform. Rose thinks her costume is adorable and has already thought of a name (Adorabug). Juleka doesn't really know what to say. She likes its style but doesn't like that she was given the power to destroy in fear of misusing it. She doesn't yet know what to call herself.

Adorabug yoyos over to the stadium and tries to hit Stoneheart with her yoyo.

It fails and he gets bigger.

Juleka arrives and watches for a few moments before leaping in the stadium and telling Adorabug (or, at least, trying to tell her) that he never opens his hand and that's probably where the akumatized object is hiding.

Juleka: Adorabug-the uhm hand he never opens. *points to it* It's probably where the akuma is... Adorabug: Okay, new hero! What should I call you? Adorabug's thoughts: Hmm, she's quiet. Good thing I hang out with Juleka so much! Juleka: I don't know right now. Let's deal with this guy first and figure that out a little later.

Adorabug understands (she does deal with Juleka on a daily basis) and tries to pry open his hand with her yoyo.

It only gets her captured in his other hand. Stoneheart was angry to the point where he kicked a goal, which nearly landed on Alya, but Juleka threw her stick.

This did result in her getting captured in the same hand he was holding Adorabug in.

Cue some unnecessary blushing on both ends - mostly Juleka, who isn't used to being this close to someone else.

They were both stuck in one of Stoneheart's hands. It seemed impossible to escape, yet Adorabug managed to get herself and Juleka's arm free from Stoneheart.

Adorabug throws the stick back to Juleka and she frees herself. This makes Stoneheart mad and he attempts to attack Adorabug.

Juleka was very quickly turning when this happened, so she thought she saw Stoneheart attacking Rose. This takes her to kill mode.

Juleka: OH YOU CRUSTY MUSTY ASS BITCH! DON'T TOUCH THAT WOMAN YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, YOU HEAR ME?! CATACLYSM! Adorabug: Woah! Slow down there, big cat! *holds her back with her yoyo* There's an innocent boy under that costume! Someone's been taking advantage of this guy's emotions. We aren't trying to kill him, we're trying to free him. *blushes* Oh, and thanks for the rather non-child appropriate speech. It's uh... really sweet. Juleka: *blushes* Sorry about that... I thought I saw someone I knew. Adorabug: *secretly disappointed but doesn't know it* Oh, okay!

Adorabug summons her lucky charm because Juleka has five minutes left before she transforms back. It's one of those grabbing things on a stick that you can maneuver to grab whatever you want.

Adorabug comes up with a plan and asks Alya to keep Stoneheart's other hand busy. She agrees and Stoneheart's free hand is no longer free.

Adorabug then jumps into his other hand. While he thinks he has won, she grabs the balled up note and transfers it to her hand out of Stoneheart's grasp. She then throws it to Juleka, who caught the note with her hand and destroyed it.

Stoneheart turns back into Ivan, the girls comfort him and Alya starts peppering Adorabug and Juleka for questions.

Alya: Where did you come from? Are you like Majestia? How did you get your powers? Did you know each other before this? Do you know the other's identity? What are your names? Adorabug: I say we only answer one of those questions, Alya. I'd like to be referred to as Adorabug. *yoyos out of the stadium* Juleka: As for me... I like Night Panthère.

The next day, Alya has set up a BugBlog because she is like that. Almost everyone's seen the videos and agrees that the new heroes are amazing.

However, Rose and Juleka can't help but feel they forgot something...

Tell me what you think! Should I continue? Request specific episodes and episodes I shall give!

Ships:

Love Square: Julerose Nightbug Rose Panthère Adoreka

Adrienette

DJWifi

Myvan

Lukami

Kimdinix (fight me)

Penny x Jagged Stone

And more that I probably will do more with soon!