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namis-gf · 3 months

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Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.

Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^

anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!

summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?

word count: 969 words / 0.9k

cw: none? i think?

whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.

and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.

you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.

at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"

with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."

"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"

"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.

nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."

"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.

"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.

"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"

he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.

"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."

"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"

"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."

"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."

"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"

his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."

"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."

he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."

"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"

he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."

all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.

"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."

"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"

"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"

"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"

"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"

FIN (FOR NOW)

#one piece #one piece x reader #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #gn!reader #requests open

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skyeslittlecorner · 3 months

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can you post some photos on chapter five? ive been struggling to get to it and im impatient if ykwim 😭😭

Don't worry anon, I got you covered! Let's break this chapter for three parts - one for story and for one for both H-scenes. There are a lot of things to look forward to~

Warning: HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. In fact, I'll try to shorten the whole thing and focus on plot-relevant facts, so for those who want to go through chapter 5 on their own, come back when you're done! (Or just skip to h-scene, they are marked.)

Ch5 - STORY

First, I would like to warn that my opinion about it may be unpopular. As someone who hadn't paid much attention to Hades before, I fell in love with it after this episode. I adore ch5. A lot of people hate these boys to the core for what they did, and I understand and respect their opinion, but I'm with Hades here. I would love to analyze their behavior in more detail, but we don't have time for that today.

Summarizing this chapter is going to be hard because a lot of things happened. Let's go!

We start by going down a slide sponsored by Leviathan and his Lovecraftian friends (TM). But worry not! It seems we have friends even in the realm of death. Say hello to grandpa!

We talk a little, being in a questionable mood. Well, who wouldn't be? But we have the opportunity to know Solomon better, and I'm getting to understand why all devils love him. By the way, it turns out that we are his last descendant.

Sorry Solomon, you're still a peepaw.

He also advises us not to be afraid of Leviathan and not to be submissive to him, and then in a brilliant way he sends us back to the world of the living. Of course, our beautiful king is delighted.

We take Grandpa's advice to heart and finally stand up to Levi. He's surprised, but he doesn't try to kill us again (for now). We witness him hanging one of his subjects, who dared to ask about an accident from 311 years ago.

Fun fact. Devils must have much stronger spines. Do you know how people used to die by hanging? The first methods involved cutting off oxygen, but later they involved into breaking the cervical spine and this was considered a standard hanging execution. Leviathan must be gentle (how bad it sounds in this context), he could kill instantly with a loop like that.

Back to the point. We find out that we also have a noose around our neck, and Leviathan makes use of it. We're hanging, but we finally begin to meet Leviathan's nobles one by one.

Glasyal plots (and ends up hanging for it), Foras argues with him, along the way we learn that Leviathan needs us in his plan, and, you know, maybe killing us isn't the smartest thing he can do. Only Barbatos realizes that maybe it's a good idea to stop hanging us like wet laundry. He's the only one so openly nice to us.

Remember that.

Another fun fact, our MC is of medium height (~160 cm I guess). Leviathan is 187cm, Foras should be similar. I only noticed this because I myself am 180 cm so they are not so strappingly tall for me.

Foras wants to take us away from Levi and explain everything calmly, but the king does not agree. We learn that the guys know where the seed from the Tree of Knowledge is. We're supposed to go with them, and we have about a 50/50 chance of survival. Also, we have the opportunity to see a very rare phenomenon, a joking Leviathan.

Sweetie.

Colossally shortening the rest, the cavalry arrives! You didn't have to. I haven't had time to fuck them yet.

And this cavalry is very much at odds with the nobles of Hades. Most of the time is them arguing. Fortunately, they didn't kill each other…

...because Barbie decided to kill us.

Barbatos is poisoning us to force Bimet and Valefor to join the plan. While we are unconscious, we have flashes of Leviathan's past, which is too sad to analyze considering that we are about to jump to hot scenes now. Besides, most of us already know what this is about. Experience it for yourself. Really. We also learn that not only angels experimented on children, and a little about Mammon's childhood.

In the end, we learn that in Ch6 we must visit the abandoned laboratory in Tartaros, where the seed from the tree of knowledge should be, because as Solomon's descendants, we may be the only ones who will not be killed by it.

Ch5 - VALEFOR H-SCENE

(I really wanted to post CG from Valefor's scene here, but I don't know if Tumblr will block it.)

TIME FOR DESSERT!

Bimet is the first to realize that we lack devil energy. He wants to take care of it, but Valefor brushes him off, sends him to scout, and overall Bimet is our wingman, what a bro lol

Since we are away from Satan and Gehenna, we cannot summon Minhyeok's room. MC thinks she's outgrown it anyway. So we can count on the next scenes to be more and more creative.

It all starts with us telling Valefor that he reminds us of Mammon. And what a beast it brings out of him.

And he loves it.

...aaand then, someone wants to interrupt. Bimet informs us about this and goes to chase them out. Valefor stands with us at the door to see if anyone else is coming. Yes. Naked. With us. In us.

Fortunately, no one catches us and after the entire session we fall asleep in our knight's arms.

I really would like to do more screenshots, but tumblr is blocked… and there's one more part to come.

Ch5 - LEVIATHAN H-SCENE

At least you look beautiful and the platform won't block you.

And here's what I love the most. It was sick. I'd love to experience it again.

I would love to make a whole post ONLY about this and just leave the screenshots.

We are in Leviathan's office, and he interrogates us when we feel like we are lacking devil energy. We want to go to Bimet, but do you think our jealous king will allow it? Oh no no no. And of course, his hands land on our chin and then our neck. He doesn't like our hickeys.

We start asking him valid questions like "why are you jealous of us if you hate us?" So he silences us with a kiss. A deep, suffocating kiss. This is also how Leviathan discovers that we gain their energy through "intercourse with the devil".

And how can I not fall in love with this idiot.

The conversation that follows gives us some light on his approach to sex and to relationships in general. Which is… sad. It fits him perfectly, but it's sad. And I would also like to analyze this someday, this character is beautiful and how he's written is even more beautiful, especially from writer's point of view. He does not want the admiration of his people or the hatred of angels. The only thing he can believe and consider to be sincere is that someone's dislike. This is something that might actually turn him on.

At first he rules, he asks questions and he hangs us. And he does everything he can to piss us off. He hands us a whip and lowers us down.

Just disliking him isn't enough, and he works diligently to make us hate him. He insults Minhyeok, us, wishes us dead, and the more he sees our anger, the more he gets excited and talks more. He knows that we are connected to Satan and we will know how to release our anger. On him.

He finally got what he wanted. We straddle him and, with the help of Satan's strength, begin to strangle him. Neither you nor he are gentle.

Also, his words (unfortunately, I already have a limit on screenshots). "Do not bite your lips. Bite mine instead." I beg, let me violate him even more.

Compliment from Leviathan, nice. In the end, we fall asleep cuddled up to him, and he has no intention of giving us up to anyone. As in the case of Sitri, he only opens up to us when we are so unconscious that we do not see his softer side.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

AND THATS ALL! What a ride it was, I hope I was a good guide. One day I will go into the Hades boys in more depth, but for now, let this be a shortcut for everyone who is still struggling with ch5.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb foras #whb glasyalabolas #whb barbatos #whb bimet #whb valefor #whb spoiler

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cross-my-heartt · 2 months

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Nitpicking episode four (affectionately so)

I know this may be controversial but sometimes we nitpick things out of love and that is very much the case for me here.

I love so much about episode four and much of it has already been talked about but I would still tweak some things to make it perfect because I'm an incorrigible Crosshair girlie and I'll both dissect and cherish every moment he's in the limelight while it still lasts.

Anyway without further ado

1.) Crosshair's recklessness. I love me a trigger happy sniper but my man would never come so close to decking that imperial officer.

By all means that should have been Omega. Crosshair's motto has always been playing it safe (the thematic manifestation of dispatching danger from a safe distance). The point of him staying with the Empire is that despite the drawbacks and the Empire's moral corruption, they would have been 'safer' there.

Crosshair is willing to tolerate a lot if it's in the name of safety and the only times he's downright reckless is when he's pushed to the brink (killing Nolan, escaping Tantiss). Omega on the other hand has already shown that she has a lower tolerance for injustice. Her standing up to Hemlock earlier in the season was a reminder of that and it would have been more consistent to make her the one nearly provoked into a confrontation here.

So I would have had him holding her back here seeing as assessing danger and realizing the benefit of laying low is something Crosshair should be better at between the two of them.

2.) Huge missed opportunity to make Crosshair and Omega cooperate during the gambling scene. It was fun to see them bump heads but I would have loved to see more of them cooperating in creative ways, like Crosshair using reflections to see the officer's hand and helping Omega cheat the game.

Otherwise I would have made it a game of Dejarik. Because we have context for her being good at that while we haven't seen her play much sabacc so far. It's kind of like saying that if you're good at chess you're automatically good at poker.

3.) This could just be me but that moment where it seemed like Crosshair was about to let Omega go after Batcher alone felt off for his character. Crosshair lives to fight for a cause and I'm pretty sure it's been established that Omega is that cause now.

The best explanation I can think of is that he was bluffing and I can completely see him doing that in an attempt to change her mind. If it were me I would have made it look more like a dropped bluff and less like a 'this could have gone either way situation'.

4.) Would have loved to see them resolve the escape situation a bit more creatively too. I'm not a fan of the all the creature moments (don't love them in the new Vader run either) and a cute little team up between these two, combining their shooting abilities and using stealth and the terrain in their favor would have been cool to see. And just imagine Crosshair caving in at the very end, agreeing to let the animals go anyway after Omega has puppy eyed him into doing it.

Ten out of ten would have lived for that.

5.) The tremor. Where is it?? Why aren't we seeing more of it??? This really should be a bigger deal, I really need it to be a bigger deal. Yes, we see him miss a lot of shots but I need more.

6.) Reunion. This is the hardest for me to criticize because it does make for some great drama and a great cliffhanger but I'm more for putting character before entertainment.

The only way I see them making dagger eyes at someone they were ride or die determined to rescue not too long ago is if they still suspect Crosshair of setting up some kind of trap. Which is a bit of a reach this far into the plot.

Character wise it just isn't a logical decision for me.

But yeah, I suppose it all depends on where they take this scene from here. Let me know what you think.

#tbb crosshair #the bad batch #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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blacckdiamondposts · 8 months

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Caught between the good and the bad

Pairing: Getō Suguru x student!reader (reader is of legal age!) Warnings: Smut, mentioning of blood (injury), bad writing(?!) Plot: Takes place like 3 years after Gojō graduated, and (Y/N) is one of his first students (but honestly, this is mainly pwp) A/N: Just needed to write some smut since it‘s been a while 😅

"I guess I'm done here," you muttered as you brushed the dust off your uniform.

You cursed Gojō as he once again entrusted you with a mission you weren't quite ready for. But, you were sure he'd just brush you off if you were to complain. After all, you're in your last year, and he just wants you to prepare for the real world.

As you were headed towards the staircase of the abandoned apartment complex, you felt a sudden shift in your surroundings. The temperature dropped tremendously, which made a shiver run down your spine, and you tensed up.

What's going on, you wondered. I exorcised the curse.

You heard noises coming from one of the apartments ahead of you. Cautiously, you continued towards the stairwell, but your way was cut off as a tall man stepped out of the apartment.

"For a moment, I thought you wouldn't make it,"

Although you had never met him, you knew who he was.

You've heard the rumors, saw the evidence and his file. Getō Suguru, the one who turned his back and chose a different path. You didn't feel in danger even though you knew exactly what he had done.

"But I did," you replied, fixing your gaze on his face, "are you behind all of this?"

He chuckled as he had an amused expression, "what if I was?"

You would've never imagined that someone like him would look that good.

"I'm sure you know about the protocol as a former Jujutsu High student," you retorted, "Getō Suguru,"

"Don't forget that there's a specific one for me," he smirked down at you.

"Oh, I know," you cocked your head to the side, "but I'm not stupid,"

"Let's be honest, there's no way I could kill you," you shrugged, "and you could easily take me out if I were to call for backup,"

Getō laughed whole-heartedly at your bluntness, "you don't seem to be afraid, though,"

"I'm not," you said, "I'm not getting in your way, nor am I a non-sorcerer,"

"Which is why I should be in the safe," you bit your lower lip as you awaited his reply.

Getō couldn't tell if it was your attitude or the blunt replies, but he was intrigued by your personality.

The latter took a step closer, making you crane your neck to look at his face as he towered over you.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out as he extended his arm.

"I know," you muttered. After all, you could feel the blood trickle down your temple, and the sharp pain accompanied by your dizzy state was evident.

He brushed his knuckles over your blood-stained skin. His eyes were gentle as he studied your expression, noting how your eyes slowly fluttered shut shortly before you fell into his arms.

When you woke up, you felt like you were lying on a cloud before a loud yawn escaped your lips. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking around the room, which you didn't recognize.

"Where am I," you mumbled, trying to remember what had happened.

You turned towards the door as it slid open, and Getō entered the bedroom.

"You're up," he noted, "how are you feeling?"

"Good," you muttered as you watched him approach you, "what happened?"

Getō had his gaze fixed on you as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "you passed out,"

"I don't think it was from the injury," he nodded to your forehead, "it didn't look too bad when I took care of it,"

He took care of it, you wondered as you reached for your wound only to find a bandage.

"Maybe you were just that scared of me," his lips tugged into a shit-eating grin, "that's why you passed out,"

"But I'm not afraid of you," you replied as you sat up, leaning closer to the latter as you had a glint of amusement in your orbs.

"You would've killed me already if you really wanted to,"

You felt drawn to him, be it his looks or the aura radiating from him. You didn't know. You didn't care.

"What makes you so sure that I won't do it now," he questioned as his eyes darkened, "maybe I just wanted to toy with you,"

Your lips parted as you cocked your head to the side, "toy with me?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he brought his hand up to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "maybe I just brought you here to have some fun before I'd kill you,"

Despite his words, you leaned into his touch as your gaze found his, "I guess I'll find out one way or another,"

You closed the distance before your lips melted against each other while your hands roamed over his broad chest. Getō deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over his lips before forcing it past yours.

He was cupping your cheek as his free hand moved down to untie your robe. He knew what awaited him since he was the one to change you into something more comfortable while you were passed out.

He smirked at your sharp inhale when you felt his hot touch against your skin as his hand settled on your waist. The robe slowly slid off your shoulders, pooling around your hip on the mattress. Getō parted slightly to admire your body before you pulled him closer by his hair, kissing him passionately as you wanted more.

He climbed onto the bed, pinning you against the mattress as his lips again found yours.

A soft moan escaped your mouth, which went straight to his growing bulge. His teeth grazed over your skin as you tugged at his Haori before you tried to untie it with shaky hands.

"Eager, aren't we," he smirked as he took over and undid it himself.

You watched him swiftly untie it before he pushed the fabric over his shoulders, discarding it somewhere on the large bed.

You bit your lip. Eyes trailed over his abs and down to the prominent bulge that looked like it needed to be freed from its confines.

He stared you down with pure lust and hunger before leaning down. He left a trail of kisses on your chest as he moved lower, staring up at you from between your legs as you thrust your hips in search of friction.

"That desperate, huh," he raised a brow at you, and you hid your blushing face beneath your arms.

He chuckled lowly as he kissed your soft thighs, hooking his fingers into the waistband before he pulled them down.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he noted before he dipped his head between your legs to where you wanted him the most.

You let out a strangled moan as his tongue flicked over your clit, latching onto it and sucking it as you squirmed beneath him. You pushed your thighs together, afraid you might squeeze him to death, but he loved it. He loved the feeling of your wet cunt, your sweet taste, and the moans that spilled over your lips.

A mixture of your slick and saliva was gushing out, coating your thighs and his chin. He brought his hand to your heat, teasing your slit before he pushed two of his digits into your cunt.

You were already a mess, and he hadn't even really started. He hasn't even fucked you yet.

Your toes curled at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls, moaning as they pushed against that specific spot. His tongue abused your swollen bud while his free hand held you down, keeping you in place as your hips moved frantically.

"Are you going to cum for me already," he cooed, and his hot breath against your cunt was enough to push you over the edge.

He watched your face contort in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, "mhm, just like that, cum for me,"

You were trying to catch your breath, but Getō had other plans as he continued his ministrations.

"Fuuu- stop," you whined, unable to take it, "please, I ca- can't take it,"

"Oh, you can," he fingered you, watching all your juices gushing out around his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel your gushing cunt around his cock. Even though he wanted to torture you some more and have you beg for more, he just couldn't take it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill that tight cunt up," he groaned as he undid his zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down to free his cock.

You stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, lips parting at the sight of his massive cock, which you were sure wouldn't fit.

Getō had a devilish smirk as he watched you push your thighs together.

"Nu-uh, what do you think you're doing, little one," he said in a low voice as he parted your legs easily.

"I-it's not gonna fit," you mumbled.

"It will, don't worry," he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he placed his tip right at your entrance.

His lips found their way to your neck, where he nibbled on your skin as he pushed his cock into your wet cunt.

"God, you gotta relax for me," he groaned against your skin, "can you do that for me?"

"It's so big," you moaned, "too big,"

"It's okay, you just gotta relax a bit," he lifted himself as his gaze found yours, "just look at me, okay?"

You nodded at him as tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

Getō could've come right then and there at the sight of you. Innocent, vulnerable, raw - it was a sight to behold.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like that," he breathed as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours.

He brought one of his hands up, playing with your nip as he squeezed it and rolled it between his digits.

"Just like that, you're doing so good," he praised you as he was buried balls deep inside you.

He gave you a second to adjust to his sheer size, smirking as you started moving your hips against his. With that, he began at a steady pace, his cock stretching your walls oh so perfectly.

"You feel so so good," he threw his head back at the feeling of your tight cunt.

Getō's hands settled on your hips as he picked up his pace, lowering his head again to plaster soft kisses on your neck while your hands tangled in his luscious hair.

"Fu-uck," you moaned as you felt his cock reach that specific spot inside you.

"Feels good, doesn't it," he grunted as he drew his hips back just to slam into you.

"Shit," you pulled at his hair at the feeling of getting stuff like that.

It didn't take long, and you were nearing your edge as he fucked you senseless.

"Damn, you trying to milk me," he chuckled, "you're so fucking tight around my cock,"

"C-close," was the only thing he heard as you tried to form a sentence.

"Mhm, really," he brought his hand down, teasing your clit with his thumb while he thrusts into you, "cum for me then,"

Your hand reached for his wrist that was near your shoulder. Nails dug into his skin as you held on tightly while your orgasm washed over you again.

Getō almost came with the way your walls were clenching around his cock, but he wasn't done with you.

"Good girl," he praised you, giving you a moment to catch your breath while brushing some strands out of your face.

"Can you turn around for me," he asked, cocking his head before he helped you to get on all fours.

He admired how your back arched, letting his fingertips run over your hot skin, which made a shiver run down your spine.

Getō noted the way you twitched at his touch, lips tugging into a smirk, "so sensitive, it's cute,"

Once his hand reached your ass, he couldn't keep himself from spanking you. You whimpered at the stinging pain that came with the brute force as his hand slammed against your skin. His hand came down against your skin for a second and a third time before he was gently caressing the red skin.

He positioned himself at your entrance, bottoming out with a single thrust, "look how good you're taking my cock, such a good girl,"

He leaned over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, "you're taking my cock so good, aren't you?"

You nodded, cursing at how he picked up his pace and force as he pounded into you.

The lewd sounds of your moans, his grunts, and the way his balls were hitting against your cunt were filling the room.

His fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips as he fucked you stupidly. If it weren't for his iron grip, you'd be flat out on the mattress as your legs were trembling.

Getō snaked one of his arms around, toying with your clit as he felt his orgasm approach him. He was rutting against your hips, his motions unsteady as your walls tightened around his cock.

"Gonna fill that pretty little cunt up," he moaned as he threw his head back, painting your insides white just as promised.

The feeling of his cum deep inside you was enough to throw you over the edge again, coming with the latter as your whole body started to shake and twitch uncontrollably.

He removed himself slowly, watching the mixture of your fluids trickle down the inside of your thigh, and he made sure to save that memory. You turned around, laying on your back as your exhausted gaze met his.

"I'll be right back," he announced, and you watched him get up lazily before he vanished into the bathroom.

Upon returning, he made sure to clean you up before he laid down next to you. He pulled you closer until your head rested on his chest while his strong arm held you close.

"Are you alright," he asked with a content sigh.

"Yeah," you replied weakly.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple, "you can sleep here tonight, but I'll have to get you back tomorrow,"

"Even though I would love to keep you around as my little fuck toy," he chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest.

Your eyes widened in shock as you remembered that you do, in fact, have a life.

"I'm gonna be in so much trouble when I get back," you mumbled, cursing yourself internally.

"Just tell them you passed out and don't remember anything," he shrugged while rubbing your back, trying to get your mind off your worries.

Getō felt you nod against his chest, "or you stay here,"

Your lips tugged into a soft smile, "I don't think I could kill innocent people,"

"Are they really that innocent if they're why sorcerers die," he asked as his gaze found yours.

You wrapped your arm around his middle, burying your head into his chest, "I know, but still,"

Upon the next day, Getō brought you back to the abandoned apartment complex, where you parted ways.

Gojō was already waiting for you by the stairs on the other side of Tokyo, "(Y/N) where the hell have you been?"

He was about to walk towards you but stopped dead as he felt a presence radiate off of you. It was almost as if it seeped out of your pores. You noted how Gojō's expression shifted, almost darkened, "where were you?"

"I got hurt and passed out," you lied as you fidgeted with your uniform, "I don't really remember anything,"

"(Y/N)," his voice was demanding, "you're lying,"

As those blue orbs bore into you, you tried everything to avoid his gaze. You gulped down as he walked up to you, grabbing your chin forcefully to make you look up at him.

"I'm only going to ask you one more time," he warned you, "where have you been?"

#geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #getō suguru #getō suguru x reader #Part 2 with Gojō?

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yandereinc · 1 year

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Isekai - Yandere!ShalnarkxFem!Reader 04

Prologue Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 Chapter 05 Synopsis: You have an unfortunate encounter with Truck-kun which leads you to wake up in the HXH universe.

It was currently 3 pm, and you had three hours to get to the restaurant. After quickly looking up the restaurant you found that it was fairly close. Which meant you had plenty of time to go dress shopping. After another search, you found the address of a clothing store that sold just what you were looking for.

it took you around fifteen minutes to get there on foot. The saleslady greeted you with an eager smile. For a second you thought she would ignore you because you weren't dressed for a store as fancy as this one. But apparently, she didn't care. She was as friendly as any good salesperson would be.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. How can I help you?" she asked as she approached you. Her uniform made her look like a flight attendant but it fit her well.

"I have a… well a date tonight at the Catch 44 and I was looking to buy an outfit. A complete outfit. Dress, shoes, accessories, everything really," you told her. Nothing you were currently wearing would fit the dress code of the restaurant.

"In that case, you're at the right address, follow me please," she said. When you followed her you could read the name on her nametag. It read Hermione. She certainly didn't look like a Hermione Granger, more of a Hermione Lodge. Elegant and beautiful, making you feel a bit out of place with your shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Since you had never been to a restaurant this fancy before you decided to let Hermione take the lead. Letting her decide on the dress, shoes, necklace, and purse.

That turned out to be the right decision. The black dress hugged you just the right way to show off your curves. It was a floor-length dress that completely covered your shoes. Making you wonder if you could just wear your own sneakers, but the suggestion made Hermione frown and you decided against it.

The purse was simple but elegant, and so were your necklace and earrings. They were all completely useless but you wanted to look like you belonged.

The only problem now was your hair and make-up. Luckily Hermione knew just the place. After you paid for everything she handed you a business card to a nearby beauty salon. Giving that card would also give you a 5 percent discount, not that you needed it of course.

Since it was only 4 pm now you decided to walk to the beauty salon. Wondering where in the plot of Hunter x Hunter you currently were. The troupe was already in York New and since Shalnark was free to take you out on a date you doubted their plan has started yet.

Which made you wonder if Shalnark was the only spider in town. Maybe you ended up way earlier than the start of Hunter x Hunter. Or perhaps the plot would never happen.

Feeling a headache come up from overthinking you push those thoughts away. You had to focus on survival for now. It might be a simple date, but it was a date with a spider.

A spider with the ability to control your every move if he so wishes. All by sticking an antenna in someone.

Wait…

That made you realize something. You turned on godmode. Nothing should be able to damage you. Perhaps his antenna wouldn't be able to pierce your skin now?

That thought comforted you but you hoped it wouldn't get that far. Right now you decided to focus on getting ready for your date.

Your appointment at the beauty salon was very uneventful. They did your hair and make-up. Luckily they allowed you to change into your dress first so changing clothes wouldn't mess up their work. By the time you were done, it was already 5 pm.

That left you with one hour to kill. Which was the perfect time to learn more about your abilities. You found a remote area with nobody around. It was an abandoned complex. The perfect place to practice your spells.

You started simple by practicing the spell invisibility. You were amazed at how quickly you disappeared. It seemed to stay on until you manually turned it off. Which was good to know. You weren't the best at holding your breath so you were glad that wasn't a requirement to stay invisible.

Next, you tried out telekinesis. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot around. But the few pieces of abandoned furniture were easy for you to lift with the spell. You didn't feel a thing. You wondered how much you could really lift up.

Using the spell that let you conjure a sword for 2 minutes worked flawlessly as well. For as long as it stayed you swung the sword around like a fool. It wasn't useful to you now, but it was nice to see that it worked.

The spell incinerate was unfortunately still too risky to test indoors. So was the spell Flame Thrall. But it didn't matter anyways. Your time was up. You had to leave right now if you wanted to arrive on time for your little date with Shalnark.

With a sigh, you left the comfort of the abandoned building and made your way back to the city. You took a taxi that drove you to the restaurant. You were lucky you left when you did because you arrived with only five minutes to spare.

When you stepped out of the taxi your eyes almost immediately met Shalnark's. The man always had a smile on his face but when he saw you his smile turned a little too eager for your liking. Perhaps you overdid it with your clothes and make-up? But looking at the other patrons of the restaurant made you not look out of place.

Slowly you made your way to Shalnark. Both because of your heels and the fact that you didn't really want to join him anyways.

"I'm glad you made it, Y/N," Shalnark smiled at you. Holding out his arm for you to hold onto. Seeing as every other couple was pretty much doing the same thing you sighed before holding onto him.

It wasn't too bad, it prevented you from tripping with these high heels.

Ever the perfect gentleman Shalnark pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down in front of you you noticed that he was pretty much dressed the same way when he was disguised as the mafia. Minus the sunglasses.

For a moment neither of you said anything, allowing you to read his mind through the subtitles. His thoughts were surprisingly sweet for a spider.

She looks so pretty. I never thought I could get envy a dress. I can't wait to get that thing off of her!

Wait… What? You reread the last sentence until it disappeared. You were sure your face was as red as a tomato now. Not wanting to read his mind any further you looked away. Hoping he didn't notice how you suddenly got incredibly nervous

"So how was your day?" Shalnark asked to break the ice.

"It was alright until you showed up," you replied with pursed lips. Deciding to not hold back your animosity towards him, it was a good distraction from his thoughts. Not looking at him since you didn't want to risk catching a glimpse of his thoughts again.

But it seemed like Shalnark didn't care. He just laughed. "That's not very nice, Y/N. Do you know how hard it is to get a reservation here?" he asked, it almost sounded like he was pouting. But you weren't going to look at him to confirm that.

"Maybe for a regular person. But it must be a piece of cake for a hunter. I'm sure all you had to do was flash your license at them to get yourself a table booked," you said as you looked around the restaurant. Wondering when the waiter would arrive. You could use a drink or two right about now.

The silence that followed was what made you finally look at Shalnark. Who was staring at you with the same smile he wore when he saw you exit the taxi. Realizing your mouth ran away from you yet again you stared back at him with a wide-eyed panicked look.

"Have we met before? You certainly seem to know a lot about me, yet all I know about you is your name."

"No, we haven't." You tried to think of the right words to say. Would it be better or worse if you told him you know he's part of the phantom troupe? You even knew his number.

As you got lost in your thought you suddenly noticed something in your vision that you hadn't noticed before. Besides your health bar, which was permanently in the green thanks to putting on godmode, you also had a level counter. Currently, you were on level 1. Which made you wonder how you could possibly level up.

"Y/N!"

This time you did look up in time to see him pout at you. It would've been cute, scratch that, it was still cute. But you weren't going to fall for his boyish charm.

"It's not very polite to daydream during a date," he said, his tone of voice making it sound as if he was scolding you. Making you frown. What made you frown even more was when a waiter set down a glass of wine in front of you.

The waiter did the same for Shalnark and you raised an eyebrow at the blonde, hoping he would explain himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't. He just picked up his glass and raised it toward you. Since you were immune to damage now you decided to let loose and picked up your own glass. Quickly you raised it towards him before you took a sip.

When you did you suddenly got a popup over your health bar.

Warning: poison nullified.

For a second you were worried that Shalnark poisoned you. But then you remembered that technically alcohol was poison on its own. From his lack of reaction he just ordered a glass of wine for you. Nothing suspicious at all.

The only downside about this was that it meant you couldn't get drunk. Not that getting drunk around a spider who seemed oddly fascinated by you would be a wise idea, but now you didn't even get the option to. Not without making yourself more vulnerable than you had to be at least.

Feeling frustrated you shot back your wine as if it was a shot. Making Shalnark's smile drop for a moment before he picked it up again.

"Whoa there cowboy, no need to go so fast. The night's still young. We have the whole evening to get drunk if you're so eager," he smiled at you.

You just proceeded to put your now empty wine glass down. Looking around, hoping that keeping quiet would prevent him from finding something else interesting about you.

That was the idea. But the moment you spotted him you couldn't help but ask.

"What's Phinks doing here?" You asked, panic clear in your voice. Where the other spiders here as well? But why? While it was true that he knew nothing about you why did he feel the need to bring backup? You were clearly not a nen user so beating you if necessary wouldn't be a problem for the manipulator.

Your little outburst was met with an eager smile.

"Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Shalnark asked, brushing off your question with a question of his own.

His nonchalant way of ignoring your question made you frown at him. He, infuriatingly enough, responded with a laugh.

"You know so much about me, don't you? You know that I'm a hunter, you know that I'm part of the phantom troupe," Shalnark paused for a moment to see your reaction. When you didn't react as if this was all new to you he continued talking. "You know Phinks. But yet I know nothing about you. And dates are for getting to know one another right?"

His smile managed to widen and you were wondering if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much.

"So, let's get to know each other, Y/N."

#yandere shalnark #yandere shalnark x reader #shalnark x reader #yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #shalnark ryusei #shalnark

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imkittyjustkitty · 1 year

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① all that's dead and gone and passed

🔱 — i'd meet the sea ༄ ⠀finnick odair x tribute!reader series ⚔️ 🔖) CHAPTER ONE [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight]

chapter summary; Your backstory. Growing up in District 10, training for the games, being reaped... And coming home. warnings; unhealthy family dynamics/childhood, knives/weapons, blood & mild wounds, mentions of animal death & reader killing them, missing persons, mentions of reader killing several people, like one swear word A/N; this chapter is just to establish reader's backstory and set up the timing for everything. it's pretty heavy but i don't describe anything too graphically so even if you're a bit squeamish this should be fine!!

The Hunger Games are an entertainment show in all the ways that matter, if anyone plans on surviving them that's how they need to view it. Yes, they serve the purpose they're stated to — they keep the districts at bay, they keep the people's ambitions down and their behaviour in-line — but that's only for the districts.

For the Capitol? When it comes down to it, It's the entertainment event of the year - and a tribute intent on survival needs to treat it like one.

Growing up your mother would teach you how to wield knives and other weapons on the weekends. The memory of losing her brother to the games when she was only 14 and he was only 13 stayed fresh in her mind every time when you were growing up that you'd watch the reaping each year with her, lectures reaching your ears about how one day that would be you, one day you'll be sent off and she'll be damned if you don't make it back.

She'd grip tightly onto your hand every time, almost drawing blood as her nails duck into your soft skin and her hold on you strong.

She would whisper to you in those moments everything about combat she had taught you, mere minutes before each year's reaping she was no longer your mother but rather someone who had known loss and refused to meet it's merciless face yet again. You were not a warrior, you were a soldier who would hang intently onto her every word and order as you would stand with your mother, understanding that in only a few years you would be stood with the other kids your age, waiting to see if you would finally be thrown into the war your mother had been preparing you for.

She treated it like an unavoidable reality, you had been anticipating being reaped your whole life.

Your father on the other hand, saw the games for what they were, entertainment. He'd heard tales passed down generations of family's, friends, brief acquaintances who whispered of the Covey — of the singing girl — how the people of the Capitol latched their claws into her innocent flesh and ate away at her like she was some sort of idol to be held in the limelight and shown off to the world.

Your father understood that what the Capitol wanted was a good show, keep the eyes of their people on the drama and the 'plot'-twists as they punished the descendants of rebels generations after the damage had already been long-since done.

After you'd come home from your mother's training sessions, slight smears of blood grazing along your fingertips and creeping across your warm cheeks, your father would pull you aside as you both would tend to the livestock. He would recall previous tributes, the Covery girl's story always on the tip of his tongue during the lessons, and other young girls who played the part of innocent daughters who were just so excited to be in the Capitol to experience it all - and thus grabbing for the hearts of the Capitol and holding them gently in their grasps. He spoke of the sisters and brothers who simply 'wanted to get back home to their family, please', and who would tear up during their interviews as they recalled all the loving details of their upbringings.

Your father would mention all the facades that tributes tried their desperate hands at, going into detail into every single one and encouraging you to mimic the attributes these children would put on to find any angle that would endear the audiences to themselves.

As you grew, your preparation for The Hunger Games became a second nature. Wake up, feed the cattle, train with your mother, have dinner, practise your act. You were okay with most of the weapons your mother would drop into your hands, you were cool and calculated and never once let it get to you - you hadn't been phased by the fact that this was training for a life-or-death battle since before you'd started middle school.

You and your father had agreed on an act you both had labelled 'The Capitol's Misplaced Jewel', he described it to you like a needle in a haystack. A young farm-raised child that embodied everything that the Capitol citizens would imagine a District 10 citizen to be like, thick accent, crooked smile, but a twinkle in their eyes, all the attributes of a kid who'd grown up in a place where they'd early-on had to learn how to snap a chicken's neck — but without those details, no-one would root for you if they thought you were anything but the digestible image they'd created in their uneducated little heads. You would play the part of a young child who yearned for the glitz and glamour of a world that felt just so tragically out of reach.

And then you turned 12.

Your first proper reaping felt like the end of worlds, you stood among your peers perfectly still. You waited, for your name to be called, to be sent off to the Capitol to do what you'd been taught to do, at twelve years old you closed your eyes for a moment and waited for the rapture, knowing deep down that this was your moment.

And then it all went back to normal, exactly one day went by where it was like you were a five year old just helping out on your family's farm again — and then it was back to the training and acting practice.

Your father was relieved — but even then at only twelve, you could see the confliction in your mother's eyes. She'd given you all of her time and energy to train you to survive something she was so sure you'd get reaped into as soon as you were of age... And yet?

This repeated the next year. It was like the world had ignored your call, forgetting what you were meant for and just dropping you on the side-lines without a care.

Your mother left the next year when you yet again failed to be reaped. She left in the night with almost sign of her departure, not even a note, just a brand new knife stabbed into your bedside table and an air of injustice sweeping through your home that was now only shared between you and your father.

Year after year you were denied your passage to the Capitol.

You stopped waiting for it, you stopped staying up late at night wishing for your name to be plucked out of the signature glass bowl. You moved on.

18 years old and still you lived in the same old farm-house with your same old life that seemed to never change with the tides.

You remember the day vividly - something you're not used to being able to do anymore — you remember the scratch of the over-all's you'd worn to every reaping since you were sixteen, the collared shirt you'd borrowed from your father sticking to your rough skin in the dry summer air as you slowly moved with the flow of other District 10 citizens to the town hall.

You hadn't been listening, well aware of the safety net you'd been granted that seemed to decide you would be free of the games forever.

And then several of your classmates were pushing you away, towards the makeshift stage in front of the town hall. Your eyelids were heavy and confused as the peacekeepers had grabbed you by both your arms and practically dragged you up to the podium.

A man was talking to you, his skin was pale and paper-thin, makeup caked on his slim body and an air of superiority that made you view him as a seventy year old who'd just taken his first dose of morphling and had yet to experience the actual effects — the paper-bag of a man looked like he felt he was above it all, and you bet he felt like such a charitable person for lifting you up to there with him.

The other tribute was fourteen years old and rather good at pretending they weren't scared shitless — you were pretty sure you'd never seen them before in your life.

Your goodbyes consisted of your father reminding you of your 'ditzy farm-raised persona' and how you should act as them. You didn't know how to feel about that at that point, the act you and your father had curated fit a small chubby-cheeked wide-eyed twelve year old, not the hardened closed-off eighteen year old you'd grown into.

One other person came to say goodbye, an old woman who you were pretty sure had been an enemy of your mother's after she had taken too long to find the right amount of hay one winter's day.

She simply reached out to you and held your hand, nodding to herself more than to you. The moment was silent, until you'd grown suffocated by her presence and pushed the frail woman away. She smelt like your mother, she probably thought like her too, probably only came to wish you luck because of some guilt she had felt in the past.

You didn't help her back up after she'd tripped over the carpet and hit the ground harshly, but you didn't kick her while she was down.

You found yourself wishing that your mother would join you for one last time, and perhaps even sneak a knife into your pocket for good measure.

She never did of course, she was long gone and you knew it.

Stepping out of the town hall towards the train that would be your ticket to the Capitol was easy for you, you felt a déjà vu that told you you were doing what you had meant to be doing in all those years prior.

Everything from there was crystal clear, from the chariots to your interview to every single moment spent in the arena. You remember every single kill, everything you said, every gasp you elicited from disgusted Capitol members during your three minute interview with Caesar Flickerman. You had dropped the idea of the farm-girl act, you were eighteen and looked even older — not a single person would believe you to be a bright-eyed bushy-tailed girl who just dreamed to indulge in the glitz and glamour of the Capitol.

No, you had the rough blistered hands of someone who could be gossiped to be a cold-blooded murderer back home and people would believe it, the sunken eyes that should belong on the face of a worn-out single mother who refuses to let go of her dwindling hope. You were a ghost of who you were meant to be, so you took a different angle in curating a Hunger Games Persona.

You told Caesar the detailed story of the first time you'd had to kill an animal, staring right into a camera lens or right into his bright eyes. You fabricated a story of countless friends you had lost due to your violent inclinations, of your yearning for blood. The Capitol hated you, they were your villain, the one everyone wanted gone.

But you were the one who refused to 'just die already!', who in turn took up a considerable amount of screen-time just for the shock-value of it all.

You'd struck up an alliance with your district partner — Aleks — they turned out to be somewhat capable with tracking setting traps. You immediately 'befriended' them, noticing the merit in having a sort of ally by your side would up your chances of survival.

You spent 2 days in the arena with them, they grew to trust you, you were almost like an older sibling figure to them. You didn't make that mistake, of forming an attachment to someone who was only one of the pieces in the puzzle that would get you to winning the games. Their back had been turned to you as they walked carefully in front of you, their assumption being that the two of you were searching for food. You drove a dagger right through their chest and could practically hear the cries of indignation flying from Capitol citizens' mouths.

Winning the 68th Annual Hunger Games, to you, was inevitable — it had to happen — it was what you were always meant to do.

You had heard wind at one point of some Capitol citizens protesting against your victor's tour, but when you stood in front of the crowd of all the colourful people, they cheered. You were their ugly duckling, someone who's name would be mentioned followed by a statement of 'I can fix them'. You'd even heard of the odd citizen who found you morbidly attractive in a sense, dedicated fan clubs flocking to your bloodied feet with giddy squeals.

You were spared the 'opportunity' of staying in the Capitol, no matter how crazed your 'fans' were, they were few and a bit of a guilty pleasure that Capitol citizens mostly hid, the larger population lightheaded with fear at the mere possibility of you walking their streets.

You returned home to find your father dead and your childhood home shattered, years of life lost to ruin.

And so, with your past all but burnt to the ground and your purpose fulfilled, you supposed the victor's village became a sort of tomb.

But it seems even the dead don't get to rest, not with the third annual quarter quell stalking right around the corner.

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professorhayforbreath · 4 months

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so episode 5. all my thoughts

we picked up where the last one left off, good start

annabeth saying she knows percy isn't dead... how. to annabeth and grover there should have been no way percy was alive and finding out he was should've been so emotional but instead she was like dw i know he's not dead lol. it's kind of... lazy writing? like how are you gonna write a scene as gut wrenching as percy trapping himself with a monster and telling his friends to complete the quest without him because he's actively dying and has no reason to believe he'll survive, and then make the fallout of that so... nonchalant? idk if it's a time limit thing but that was so underwhelming to me

annabeth being the one to see the fates... no

fugitive percy enjoyers at least we won!!!!

the trio peeking over the road barrier at ares was cute goofy silly i liked that :)

gabe on the news shit talking percy i'm hooting and hollering!! "i really-- WE really loved that car" and "i'm gonna kill him". excellent. now put percy on the news fake crying about his "loving" stepfather i believe in you

i did want them to acknowledge annabeth's lack of experience with the world outside camp but having her say "i've never seen any kind of movie" has gotta be one of the weirdest ways they could've done that

the turnstile scene was cool i guess but as we go on i'm more and more conscious of how many episodes are left and how much plot there is to get through and idk i feel like this scene could've hit the cutting room floor and we wouldn't have lost anything

i do love the ambience of the park though. maybe i'm easy to impress because the aesthetic of an abandoned amusement park is just fantastic on its own but the set was very cool. wish it wasn't so dark so i could've actually seen it ❤️

percy and annabeth having a serious conversation with 'what is love' blaring in the background is sending me

first ever seaweed brain dropped! i liked the way they did it, it felt natural

actually back to the "i've never seen a movie" thing. you're telling me that in this version of the story, in which frederick chase was apparently a great dad who treated annabeth like a gift, he never took her to the movies? or she never watched one on tv? she had a whole seven years of life in the real world before going to camp and she's never seen a movie

annabeth isn't allowed to have fears she's too smart for that apparently

i think the scene with the chair was overall well executed with some great lines and fantastic acting but... idk. they really scrapped the original scene just to do what they already did last episode. i miss the spiders i miss hephaestus tv. it felt redundant to have percy sacrifice himself again. percy this is the second time today you've been like "no dw i'll just die" do you need to talk to someone

annabeth disillusionment arc complete already? calm down guys this is season one

ZOO TRUCK ZOO TRUCK ZOO TR

so it's confirmed the reason they go into the lotus casino is BECAUSE hermes is there :/ they said these literal children cannot fall for tricks and traps it's too unrealistic

not much to say about the grover and ares scenes bc i don't know what to make of them. i didn't mind them. ares had some funny lines. i guess my only complaint is that the grover i know would not have been so calm talking to the god of war. i'm curious to see where that cliffhanger leads

is it just me or did the pacing improve a little bit this episode?

despite how negative i sound i enjoyed episode 5 a lot more than episode 4. there are still so many weird changes, additions, and omissions though. honestly i think a big part of the reason i enjoyed this one is because i'm not expecting anything anymore. i'm not getting my hopes up about them adapting the book normally i'm just intrigued by this thing like a scientist observing an experiment. like hmm what are they doing now? fascinating *takes notes*

#sorry this is so long lol #pjo #percy jackson #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv spoilers #pjo spoilers #percy jackson show #pjo tv crit #pjo adaptation #pjo tv series #pjo show

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darlingsfandom · 7 months

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dark daddy kink with emmett from the quiet place

bless you ✨

" my, oh my.." Emmett mumbled to himself as he watched you stumble on your feet towards him. You appeared to be drunk but in fact you were cold stone sober. Your hands grabbed onto the nearest tree as he stood there watching you gather yourself.

"Damn it!" You cursed out loud when your bare feet met another pine cone. You picked it up and chucked it away before you made your way towards Emmett. You had seen him around before and heard the rumors floating in the air that he's well to put politely ... creepy. He stood there scratching his chin with the tips of his fingers as you approached him. Was it your best idea to approach him ? No. We're going to anyway? Yes.

"Well look at you ! Looking like a brand new baby deer out there." A smirk curled onto his lips when you stood almost face to face with him. His scanned over you to observe that you had a piece of pink ribbon in your hair that looked like a mess, your pink dress looked like it had been through hell since it was covered in dirt and had some rips in it and in your hands were a pair of broken heels.

"You'd look like a baby deer if your boyfriend dumped you in the middle of the woods too! And I mean both literally and figuratively. Fucking asshole. Got all dolled up just for him to leave me in the middle of butt fuck no where! No cell phone, no water, no food! And now I'm here talking to you ! I don't even know you! You could be plotting my death right now and does it even seem like I'd care? No! You'd be doing me fav..." Before you could even finish the word a sharp sting came across your face as his dirty hand strikes your cheeks. Your hand instantly rubbed the sore spot as he inched closer to your face.

"You're a brat. I don't care for brats very much. Spoiled rotten is what you are. You need a lesson." Emmett pushed up against a tree and pinned your hands above your head. "I've known you five minutes and all you've done is bitch! You should be lucky that I don't kill you and the reason is because you seem like a good girl that I could keep is mine. You'd get the shelter you clearly need." His lips brushed against yours but you turned your head only to have it whipped back into his direction. His bright blue eyes burned into your lost little doe ones.

"Just to be clear... there is no choice here. You said yourself... you don't care... you're mine!. And I am not a man to piss off. Are we clear doll? You're mine! And you will do what I say." He spoke through gritted teeth as his dirty hand roamed over your body. You wanted to run but your body fought every logical thought. It had been months since you felt someone else's touch even though you had a boyfriend, he wasn't very good to put the least and here was Emmett. An older man with a beard who lived in the woods and was rugged.

"Do you understand?" He whispered into your ear before giving it a nibble.

"I... please!" A whimper escaped your glossy lips as his fingers yanked down your cotton panties.

"Please what? You're easy aren't ya doll? Just met me and already fucking soaked!" Emmetts fingers ran over your folds slowly and your legs spread like second nature.

"Please daddy!" Your face turned bright red .

"Daddy huh? You got daddy issues baby? How pathetic of you. Meeting a stranger in the woods, letting him finger you and you're calling him daddy already ? I knew you'd be the perfect pet for me. Daddy little pet! Say it!"

"I'm daddy little pet." You moaned out as his two fingers stretched you out. Your eyes rolled back into your head. The fire burning inside of you was intense as Emmett used his other hand to take your tits out of your dress and pull on your nipples causing you to yelp.

"See! I knew you could be a good girl." He pulled his fingers away from your folds before bringing them to your lips and watched as you hungrily sucked his fingers clean. He pulled his finger out of your mouth with a loud pop and grinned as he undid his pants. "Oh look at that... you're a little cock whore for daddy aren't ya? Don't even have my pants down yet and you've already dropped to your knees."

"Mmhmm gotta keep daddy happy so he doesn't hurt me." You gave him a fake pout while stroking his his thighs.

"As if you'd actually be upset that I hurt you. Little whores like you thrive off getting hurt. Smacked you earlier as your pussy was drenched. Could only imagine how wet you'd be if I actually hurt you baby doll." Emmett shoved his boxers down. His hard cock sprung free against his belly. Your eyes scanned over his area and noticed the patch of dark pubes had pre cum in them. Your mouth watered as your hand wrapped around the shaft. A soft groan left Emmett's lips before he took your hand away, rubbed the tip of his cock against your lips to mix the precum with the lipgloss and the shoved the head into your mouth.

"That's a good girl! See I knew you could be good instead of a bitch." He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady himself before looked down into your eyes, moved one hand into your hair and smirked. Before any thought could enter your brain Emmett gripped your hair into a tight fist as his hips bucked forward shoving his fat cock down your throat. He took no mercy thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. Your eyes watered catching your mascara on the way down turning your tears black which turned Emmett on even more. The sounds were animalistic and nasty. You gagged continuously as his cock drilled down your throat. Drool, spit and tears covered your face as Emmett looked down at you keeping the grip on your head to make sure you looked up at him.

"That's it pet , take it. Take daddy's dick. This is all your good for anyways." You reached down to touch your aching clit only to feel another hard slap across the face while he fucked your face. "You get to cum when I say! And right now your going to swallow all of mine." His thrust were getting sloppy as his knees buckled a little bit. Emmett came down your throat with a loud groan. He pulled out slowly to make sure you took every drop. Your throat was sore and you felt disgusting but it felt right.

Before you could say anything, Emmett was already dressed again and had you over his shoulder. "Don't worry pet... daddy's gonna take good care of ya!" He gave you a slap on the ass as he carried you back to what was about to become your new life .

#cillian murphy #a quiet place #Cillian Murphy smut #a quiet place Emmett #sinday!#smut #a quiet place smut #emsblurbs

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shallow-wordsalad · 1 year

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reading recent stories of Magic: The Gathering's lore has reminded me of the importance of avoiding the Idiot Ball when writing. the latest two chapters of Phyrexia: All Will Be One's story have been a sequential and rapid passing of the Idiot Ball from Kaya to Kaito to Elspeth and it lead very quickly to the villain getting what they wanted through no action of their own. we did a whole thing about going to the past, getting in contact with the person who originally beat Phyrexia, getting an extra copy of the ultra-bomb he used to destroy them, and bringing it all the way to New Phyrexia's portal-opening magic god-tree before Kaya went "hey what if this explosion hurts someone innocent". somehow that one freaking sentence was enough for Kaito to go "hey yeah wait this is a bad idea we shouldn't do this", and Jace - poor friggin' Jace - was just flabberghasted and left holding the bag going "buh - w, wait, hold on, we're already here, we HAVE the bomb, we're good to go!" but, nah, Kaya and Kaito made their moral decision in a split second and by god they're going to defend it come hell or glistening oil. and then, as if that's not bad enough, Elspeth catches up with them after Jace manages to finally activate the Sylex - doing the thing they were trying to do at the start of this entire extremely-lethal excursion - and SOMEHOW knew there was some kind of moral debate happening and that she disagreed with Jace. so he gets freaking stabbed, and she disappears with the bomb to blow it up somewhere else - somewhere where a lot more innocents are likely to get caught in the crossfire. or, since she took it to the Blind Eternities, possibly WAY WORSE - the entire argument was about not knowing if the Sylex's blast-radius could cross the Blind Eternities, so I guess we're gonna fuck around and find out? nice work fellas, we blew up innocent people and didn't even graze the robo-zombies we wanted to blow up in the first place. the same robo-zombies who are about to spread all over the Multiverse and kill everyone anyway.

I don't mind the villain winning, but the state of things in MtG's lore is such that Elesh Norn conquering the Multiverse is really more a testament to the absolute idiocy of the heroes than the ruthless efficacy of Phyrexia. it reads less like a masterstroke of villainous planning, or even just one crucial mistake at the worst moment, more like a D&D party who just couldn't get their shit together for so long that the DM just called it off with Rocks Fall Everyone Dies. this was a series of colossal fuckups and leaps of unfollowable logic, and somehow in pre-written story, someone managed to metagame information they shouldn't have had.

seriously, this? "Somehow, in that moment, she understood everything—what Jace had resolved to do, what was about to happen not just to Mirrodin but to the Multiverse itself. Elspeth saw, with perfect clarity, what needed to be done." this is garbage. yeah, SOMEHOW, Elspeth knew all this very specific stuff that everyone else only had just guessed at two seconds ago, and only decided upon one second ago. what do we need Jace for anyway, Elspeth is clearly some kind of mind-reading precognitive psychic on the level of someone reading a script a page ahead.

jesus christ. if you're going to have doubt and infighting among your protagonists, at least have it make sense. these idiots had an entire plot arc to think about the consequences of the Sylex's use, and only decided to question it at the very-literal last second with the worst conclusions possible. it not only cost the heroes a victory, but it cost the integrity of the story as a whole. this sucks.

#rant over #magic the gathering #mtg #creative writing #dont do this #jace was the only one doing what they went there to do #and they stabbed him for it #i think elesh norn must've been sitting on her bone-throne #just vibin to the chorus of the machine orthodoxy #when she noticed some dudes in her seedcore with a bomb #hauled ass down there #by the time she got there they'd already killed each other and the bomb is gone #“oh cool we're still on for horrible machine gigadeath”#“didn't even need to come down here”#“love it when problems solve themselves”#phyrexia all will be one #mtg story

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Fandom: Sonic Forces

Character: Infinite the Jackal

Pairing: Romantic

Type of Fic: Scenario/short

Oh wow, someone used my suggested request format ^^ Sure! You gave no plot so I just threw down what I had in mind.

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Yandere! Infinite The Jackal Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Manipulation, Reality warping, Unknown on if Infinite actually killed your friends, Infinite likes to mess with darling's psyche, Deception, Kidnapping implied, Stalking implied, Vague forced relationship, Thoughts of licking tears mentioned, Blood mention, Violence.

Your resistance was futile. In fact, it was only amusing. You had such a weak leader...

It was expected that you, a member of this pitiful resistance, were weak too.

Infinite could easily run circles around you... both physically and mentally. You were no match for the Phantom Ruby embedded in his chest. He radiated power... he could crush your resistance easily.

However... here Infinite is, taking the time to harvest fear from you. Your perceptions of reality are warped. You have no way to tell what is illusion... and what is real.

He made it seem your friends hated you for your failure. He also made illusions of their blood on your hands.... Infinite liked seeing you suffer, tears slid down your face in a steady flow of sadness.

Infinite liked to see you cower. You're on your hands and knees... shaking like a leaf before him. He made your deepest darkest fears come to life.

"How's it feel?" He taunts, strolling around you with his hands behind his back. "You smell so scared... scared that you're all alone and at my mercy...."

Infinite used to think your attempts to fight him were cute. It was adorable to see someone like you so determined. It was too bad you decided to fight on the side of Sonic.

Sonic... he's been a persistent fool. One that got on Infinite's nerves whenever he tried fo fight him. Soon... he won't have to worry about him.

You won't have to worry about him, either... or the resistance. You should be thinking of your own survival. The others were as good as dead....

But with your mind affected by the ruby... far as you knew they already were.

Infinite didn't kill you. He thought that was because he wants to make you feel fear and pain first. Although... now that he has you in front of him... he didn't like the thought of killing you.

He wants to keep you like this.

When he saw you grovel in front of him... he liked it. The idea of you having no one else to rely on but him... he likes that, too. Even if you did fight back, he'd make you too weak to move.

The jackal stops in front of you, claws reaching out to grip your chin. You stiffen in fear with wide eyes. It gives him great joy to see those orbs slowly stare up at him.

"The only person here is me. Your friends are dead. Their blood runs through the streets at my hands. It's just you...."

The sight of you crying is beautiful. Infinite has never cared for anyone since he lost his group of fellow jackals. Now he's met you... someone he adores the fear you harbor for him...

Which means he loves you, in his eyes....

You may not lean into his touch now, but with time he knows you will. Under the influence of the ruby you have no idea what is truly real. He has infinite illusions to plague your mind.

He loves to torment you. He loves to break your mind with his power. The feeling of you in his claws is warm and delicate....

However... when he touches you just like this... you know he's real.

It terrifies you. To know your enemy is the only thing real besides you. You must be so nervous. You must be expecting him to execute you like he supposedly did the rest.

He won't... he'll just make you think he will.

Clawed gloves dig into your skin and pull you closer. The jackal kneels so he has you in a better grip. Oh... if he didn't have his mask he'd lick those tears off your face.

Yet it will take time before he shows his face again to anyone.

"You're not real...."

"Wrong. I'm the ONLY thing that's real."

You try to pull away from his grasp, he doesn't yield in the slightest.

"What's the point of leaving? You'll be lost in your little fantasies. You'll need someone to help you. After all, I'm the only one who can reverse the effects."

That makes you stop. You're lost in what to do. Seeing you so conflicted makes Infinite grin under his mask.

"I'll release the Phantom Ruby's hold on you..." Infinite starts, trying to get your hopes up...

Only to crush them with what he says next.

"Only after I have my fun. Then I'll take you in. You have nowhere else to go, anyways."

You flinch when he holds your cheeks, leaning closer with a laugh. His claws draw blood... the metallic substance drips onto the jackal's gloves. He doesn't seem to care.

"You only have me... you'll only ever have me. Now, entertain me before I finally end this war."

You can't fight anymore... you both know this...

The resistance, YOUR resistance, is as good as over.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere infinite the jackal

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ammyamarant · 4 months

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I was talking to my sister recently about Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the topic of what I thought was the worst season popped up. Without hesitation, I said season 6.

And I stand by it. Everything in it, everything people are now saying is good actually, is only good on paper. Buffy depressed about being resurrected? And doing incredibly self-destructive things? Having to live without her mother and try and be a good guardian for Dawn? This is all good on paper! But the execution? We get a comedy episode for Buffy trying to get a job. Buffy getting, and failing at a new job, having to deal with both earning money and her duties as a Slayer could have been a short plotline where she couldn't balance it and it made things worse for her. It could have really shown just how much she struggled, and made her self-destruction hit even harder.

But it had to be a comedy episode.

I'm not saying Doublemeat Palace is the only example I have of how they fumbled showing her depression and inability to readjust after being resurrected. But it's the beginning of it, and indicative of how they fumbled showing it.

Willow and Tara having problems with their relationship? Even the best couples have conflicts. But the out of nowhere magic addiction? When it's never been hinted at that the reason Amy abused magic was an addiction, just moral failing when realizing what she could do with it? And then the sheer amount of shit Willow put Tara through? Tara was abused so badly by the writers. Fighting with Willow then having her memory wiped several times, breaking up with her, only to finally make up once Willow was able to admit she needed help only to be killed in the same episode?

No wonder Amber Benson was on board for the audiobook. Tara deserved better.

Xander and Anya? I'm sorry, Xander has a lot of flaws but he's not the type to leave someone at the alter just so Anya can have her own destructive arc. He'd be more likely to just call the entire thing off before the wedding if he was that afraid that it would turn into what happened with his parents.

The trio? Okay. So. I'm going to talk Arknights for a bit. After going through Code of Brawl, I joke about how much trouble Penguin Logistics gets into and how I don't know how they're still alive after their antics. But the difference between them and the trio is Penguin Logistics is also competent. Exuisai can lean out a car door to shoot rubber bullets at the essentially Italian Mafia guys chasing them and not die because she's, mechanically, a 6* unit who can be a boss killer on her own. This is nothing to her. Texas is the last surviving member of the Texas famiglia, and people constantly refer to her as very dangerous. Il Siracusano showed why. Of course being the driver and pulling off that shit is easy for her. In comparison, the only thing the trio has to offer is Warren was the form of "actually evil" that is oh you're evil evil. They should have never been a threat outside the fact Warren had no moral compass. They're constantly bumbling, and only a threat to Buffy because the plot said so.

Spike? Holy shit. He has more dignity than what he did in season 6, and the bathroom scene felt like a punishment for those who liked Spike enough to keep him around. Like "are you sure you like him? See! He's an irredeemable monster! Stop liking him." We already know Whedon hated how popular Spike was, and because of that, this incredibly out of character and just plain cruel scene can only feel like punishing those who liked him.

Tbh the more I think about it, the more I feel season 6 was a punishment for whoever wanted to keep it going. It's so unpleasant, and it is pretty much just dark for darkness's sake. The writing isn't strong enough to support anything they wanted to do and not have it come off as malicious. It's bad and no amount of good ideas can excuse execution.

Season 6 could have been a poignant look at grief, loss, depression, and self-destruction. Having a human being more evil than a demon and finally showing that the Willow we know really does have the capability to be as evil as her alternate vampire self could have been great, since we've never really had that. Even in season 4, the Initiative was more misguided than actually evil. Instead we got grimdark and out of character writing.

Season 6 sucks, is the worst season, and I will not be convinced otherwise.

#buffy the vampire slayer #long post #buffy season 6 salt

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queenvidal · 2 years

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5 Minutes (NSFW)

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Summary: You and Negan sneak away for a secret 'meeting'. Era: Season 7

Warning: No Plot - Just Smut

Wordcount: 1217 This small fic is a gift for ryekerb on Ao3, for being such a sweetheart in the comments of my Negan Fanfics. ♥ - Part 2.5 of the The One And Only Series -

Next Part / Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughteres

Negan's hands move all over your body, his mouth traveling from your neck to your collarbone. You're running your hand through his perfectly combed hair, tugging it to guide him back to your mouth, when you feel his teeth on your skin. "No marks!" you pant between kisses.

You can feel a chuckle vibrate through his chest. "Fine." His mouth is back on yours and he quickly moves you over to the small sofa. "How long?"

"Five minutes max." You say, already working on his belt. It was almost impossible to leave your post today. Eric kept talking and talking, then your father showed up and you already gave up on meeting with Negan this week.

This would have been the third week in a row where you two couldn't meet up. Last week you didn't make it back home in time from your scouting trip and the week before was Daryl standing at the gate, blocking your way to the RV.

You've been so mad and driving up the walls from your frustration. If it hadn't worked today, either, you'd lost your mind. But luckily you came up with an excuse to get away.

Negan takes off his jacket with a frown "Just five? You're killing me here, sweet thing." He's the one to talk, you've been clenching your thighs together the moment you saw the trucks approaching.

"Better make the most of it." You say, while toeing out of your sneakers. Your leggings and panties follow suit and create a small pile on the floor with his leather jacket.

Negan has just enough time to lower his jeans before you almost jump on him. With your legs on either side, you push him over onto the sofa, straddling him. He's smugly smiling up at you, "Now, someone’s eager."

You grin back at him, "You've got no idea." Quickly you move your hand behind you, tugging on the waistband of Negan's boxers. He helps you by pulling out his already hard cock. "Oh, who's eager now?" You can't help but tease.

Your hand replaces his, giving him a few lazy pumps before you align him with your pussy. His hands find your thighs and you ever so slowly sink down on him. "Oh, shit." You let out a shaky moan at the feeling of him filling you up. It's been way too long since your last time.

Negan curses lowly under his breath, "Fuck, sweet thing." He pushes his hips up into you, making you grip his shoulders with a quiet moan. "You got no idea how hard it is seeing you walk on that fucking wall the whole time without being able to fuck you against it."

"Sweet talker," you sigh with a smile, slightly out of breath already. You move your hands up to his neck, claiming his lips again in a heated kiss. Your tongue entwines with his and your mind gets foggy. His hands dig into your thighs, urging you to finally move.

You give in to his silent command and ever so slightly do you lift your hips, before lowing down again. Shit, he feels so good inside of you. You sigh into his mouth as you repeat the motion, again and again.

As much as you'd love to take it slow, you can't take your time with him today. You move your hands back onto his shoulders and rise quickly and slam down on his cock. "Shit, Y/N!" Negan groans, his head falling back.

Hearing your name with his husky voice only spurs you on. You put more sway to your hips, grinding on him everytime you bounce down. His hands travel to your hips and he grips them tightly. He helps you moving on his cock, the pace increasing in speed with every thrust.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room and the air in the RV gets hotter and hotter. The smell of sex is intoxicating. You head’s falling back, "Fuck, Negan." It feels so damn good and you can already feel the hot knots in your abdomen tighten. But your pace is not enough, you need more.

You bite your lip, when looking back at him. His lust clouded eyes are so mesmerizing. You can see how hard he is fighting the urge to fuck up into you. But that's exactly what you need. You lean down to kiss him again before lightly biting his lower lip. "Negan?"

"Huh?" is all he can muster, too far gone in the pleasure for more than a grunt.

You lean further down towards his ear and whisper. "Fuck me, please."

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With one hand on your ass and the other on your neck, he’s pushing you up and down his cock, while his hips thrust up into you. “Shitshitshit,” you curse, as his hips slam into yours. This feels way too good!

Negan groans as he’s thrusting into you harder and harder. Fuck, he looks so good underneath you, balls deep and coming apart. His mouth finds yours again in a sloppy kiss. “Shit, Y/N." He curses, when he feels you getting tighter around him. "Gonna come for me?”

"Yes!" You cry out. “Just don’t stop!” you're begging him, "Don't fucking stop!" You’re so close, but still need more. He keeps on fucking into you, adjusting the angle to go even deeper. He feels so damn good and you start mewling as stars dance in front of your eyes.

You moan out his name and some profanities as waves of pleasure crash over you and with one very sharp thrust inside you, you finally fall over the edge. With a loud moan your head falls onto his shoulder and you completely unravel on top of him. Triggered by your orgasm, Negan's quickly follows. He pushes you off his cock to come onto your thigh, your name under his breath.

You both don’t move a muscle while you come down from your highs, breating heavely. Shit, that was good. Still exhausted and panting, you tease him, “Worth the wait?”

Negan huffes a breathless laugh, “You? Always."

You can’t help the stupid smile on your face. He really knows how to flatter you. But unfortunately you have to go back to your post. As much as you’d love a second round, you know you can’t go for one today. You have to wait till next week for that.

Quite reluctantly do you peel yourself off of him. “Gotta go now", you sigh. "Before my father wonders where I went.”

As you climb off, you can see Negan rolling his eyes but he keeps quiet. You know he's got a nasty remark on his tongue but instead of speaking his mind, he just pulls his boxers and jeans up again, not saying a word.

You slip back into your leggings and shoes. Once you’ve adjusted your hair and clothing, you turn back towards him. "I'll try to get away beforehand next week. Get us more time than today."

"It's fine, sweet thing." He shrugs into his jacket. "As long as you make up for it next time."

"Hm," You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Something on your mind?"

"You bet." He pulls you towards him, kissing you one final time.

When you get desperate for air, you break apart from him. “Till next week, Negan.”

He grins at you, “Thanks for the ride, Sunshine.”

Laughing, you shake your head as you go for the door. “You’re an idiot.”

Next Part / Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

Taglist: @starry-night-20 / @joceymoo / @ladykxxx08 / @sunneeflower

#The Walking Dead #twd #twd fanfiction #negan smith #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #negan x reader #negan / reader #rick grimes #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #jeffrey dean morgan #JDM

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disasterpenguin · 21 days

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@angelkissesdean gave me permission to be a little bit unhinged and wants to hear about my 16 plot for spn

So in my version of supernatural s16 it's going to involve Claire a little bit more than spn ever has before (because i love her and they can try to take my funky lil lesbian from my cold dead hands)

Claire helps Sam bring Dean back, and then informs them that she has a plan to bring back Cas since she has some of his grace and somehow she and Sam fuck up the spell and get thrown back in time and instead of trying to figure out how to get back home right away she convinces Sam to stay so they can both learn to be MOL and have better ingredients for spell work

A few months go by for Sam & Clair (in the span of just a few episodes, maybe like 3 or 4?) and they learn that since Claire was Cas's vessel for such a short period of time that she doesn’t actually have enough grace to trick the Empty into thinking a vail of the Grace to replace Cas but Sam remembers that Cas had another vessel about 100 years ago and they go time hopping again which catches the attention of Jack, who is informed of Claire's plan to bring Cas back & says he'll help if he can but he doesn’t wanna interfere too much ((Dean is just stress cleaning in the future, for him it's only been a few hours, Jack pops up to tell Dean what's going on and to hangout because he misses his dad and he has to tell Dean how cool he thinks Claire is)) once Sam and Claire get back with a vail of Grace they have to figure out how to get into the Empty, Jack informs them it would be easier if they had Death to open a portal

An argument breaks out about summoning a reaper just to kill them and "haven't they done enough fucking around with the cosmos" before Claire has enough and sneaks away (Jack follows) and she summons a reaper and informs them about how if they die they'll become the next Death and the reaper agrees because "it's difficult job without a boss and Jesus please just do it and I'll open that portal free of charge for a full 24 hours when you're ready" and bada bing bada boom they have a deal and Claire goes back to tell Sam and Dean and then has to deal with their disappointed dad & uncle faces

Claire and Sam make a tracking spell/potion/ compass thing that'll lead someone to Cas's body in the Empty they just need to decide who's going and Dean declares it's going to be him or no-ones going at all, he was already dead so if he gets caught it's not like anyone will lose something that wasn't already lost, Claire's too young, Jack is god, Eileen is pregnant (because obviously she and Sam are endgame 😤😤) and Dean just "has to be the one to do this, he couldn't save Cas before but he has a chance to try now" and Claire calls the new death who opens the portal for Dean and says "you have 24 hours before the portal closes for good so make it snappy"

Dean steps through the portal and is wearing the Grace vail compass that'll lead him to cas (it gets brighter the closer to Cas he gets) and it's a few hours before he finds him and now he has to figure a way to wake Cas up, so he sits down and puts Cas's head in his lap & starts to pray to him, about how he's sorry he couldn't save him, how he regrets that he couldn't speak to Cas once he realized Cas was planning on sacrificing himself- how he felt like he couldn't breathe, how much he missed him and hearing the words "I'll watch over you" & the Grace compass starts to heat up and Dean takes it off only to realize Cas has opened his eyes and is looking at Dean in pure wonder and they just stare intensely into each others eyes before the Empty starts to shake because "why is this bitch awake again" and Dean is like "Cas we gotta go we can talk about this once we're back home but we gotta go now" and Dean grabs Cas's hand and they start running (leaving behind the Grace and Dean hopes that that'll be enough to trick the Empty) and they get back with time to spare and Jack shuts the portal and everyone gets a hug because "holy shit it worked! We did it"

Once everyone is done having celebratory hugs, instead of talking about their feelings Dean grabs Cas's face and kisses him and says "i love you never fucking do that to me again i mean it Cas you can't keep doing this to me, if this didn’t work I don't know what I would've done" and Sam who's been expecting this for fucking ages goes "you would've stayed in the empty." And they invite everyone over for a back from the dead party and Sam & Cas & Dean & Claire start up the Men of Letters and start creating a better network for all the new & old hunters and everyone gets their happily ever after

((Ps idk how to get Crowley back but like. I'll figure that out eventually))

#I'm so sorry that took over an hour to get out but we went to dinner 😭#supernatural #spn #season 16 HC

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01zfan · 1 month

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I read your "not mine" sungchan fic and first of all I loved your characterization (I forgot I was reading about him I was just in for the plot atp) and something your fics always manage to do is break my heart and remold it after.

I wanted to know how you think sungchan would have reacted if he was still a bit of a coward and didn't confront his gf and that one night after sleeping with reader, she tells him that she has a date or someone confessed to her? Reader was always there and was satisfied even with not being completely his and him not being completely her but the prospect of losing even the little bit of her he had? How would he react ? Would it be his final push ?

Anyway don't forget to stay hydrated I hope both sides of your pillows are always cold <3

first of all, thank you for reading! i really like that you were able to become invested not purely from a fanfiction standpoint which i really appreciate! also the question is interesting and got my mind running a lil....walk with me...

i think that initially she wouldn't even entertain the idea of having someone else. between her being very much in love with sungchan and the fact that she wasn't really looking for anything she is okay with being single. but if sungchan left that night, and he kept dating his girlfriend i could see her trying to break out of her feelings for sungchan by hooking up with somebody. trying to get him out of her system or something along the lines of "if it's just sex i can find that anywhere". maybe sungchan hears about it through the grapevine or comes to the conclusion himself after you dodge his calls for a while.

when it comes time for the booty call it ends up being a date. you think it's all a ruse just to get in your pants but the guy doesn't even ask to come to your apartment and asks to see you again. you agree, high off the fact that someone can be with you out in the open.

i'm not sure how sungchan would find out, maybe you tell him just to get his reaction. maybe the guy you went on a date with is someone who runs in the same circle as sungchan. maybe it's a friend of his girlfriend omg....regardless, when he finds out he is broken. i see him as the possessive type, also as someone who is built for devotion. but he's also really nonconfrontational about the situation because he knows technically you're not his and he's the one that's stopping you two from being together. i think it would kill him though to not have you anymore, but i don't think it would make him leave his current girlfriend. if anything i think it would only drive him into her more like he's punishing himself for losing the good thing he had :( like this is his bed and now he has to lay in it. he would secretly be waiting for you to come back to him, and he would feel so selfish and terrible when he'd hope that the second date doesn't go well.

i think the next time the two of them would meet up, it would be such a struggle of power...not even in the dominant sense but the complete opposite...like both of them just trying to figure out how to please the other and how to be the one EVEN THOUGH THEY LITERALLY ALREADY ARE THAT FOR EACHOTHER. especially if sungchan thinks you already had sex with the guy. he'd either be the most submissive version of himself or let himself finally be competitive and possesive (little does he know he's literally only competing with himself because you did NOT fuck that guy) regardless he would be an absolute mess by the end of it.

now after everything sungchan would casually bring up the guy trying to seem nonchalant. you would get mad and maybe bring up the fact that his girlfriend is the one who introduced the two of you. first time the two ever fight and their relationship officially crosses the threshold of being the most complicated it's ever been. aghhhh imagine the emotions before sungchan leaves... both of you are just standing there in the same place where you both first had fooled around waiting for the other to crumble first.

but UHMMMM to answer your question i genuinely don't sungchan would call it off until you told him to. but you wouldn't tell him because you need him to act on his own volition to know that it's real.

#this almost made me want to write a part two #sungchanz #askz #anonz

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 6 months

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May I please RQ a gender neutral reader in a poly relationship with Killian and Julius? The scenario will be you go to buy a dress from Julius, but has two appointments like in the creepypasta. While you're at the shop, Julius and Killian both begin to truly take a liking to you. after you leave both of them agree they cannot bring themselves to kill you on the next appointment because Julius and Killian agree that their relationship truly felt complete when you were the. On your next appointment, they both confess everything, that originally you would have been Julius' victim. Only for them both to fall in love with you by the time you left. You are at a loss of words but feel the same. The plot twist is you kiss Julius then Killian, rather than waiting to be kissed!

You are my fav HC blog, you write so good and so much creativity! 🩵

Oh my, how detailed!! I love getting to write detailed asks!

Also, it feels so nice to be someone's favorite blog, thank you!

Note: i accidentally made this post a little long so the story will instead be broken up into parts. Part two coming soon!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Poly!Killian and Julius x target!reader

The shop was a great way to lure in targets. I mean sure, it was also an actual buisness but the only reason it exists is to lure in assigned people. It was almost perfect. Julius would announce a big sale, along with a new line of fashion, and his shop would have a line around the block, filled with people just waiting to get in. Whilst julius works, his dear killian would do the dirty work.

All the other customers are busy browsing clothes and checking out, all the while killian lures the targets to the back rooms of the store with the promise of free clothing that wasn't going to be used. Obviously the people who followed him were never heard or seen from again, but that's for another time. And that's how their process would have stayed too.

However, today you just so happened to make your way into their store. Originally, all was going as planned, julius would check customers out, and killian assassinated their targets. You were quicker than they expected you to be though. You had only just heard of this shop from a friend of yours, and figured that you'd buy just a simple jacket to see if you like their brand. By the time killian had caught up to schedule, you were already at the front desk, being checked out by julius.

Killian heads over to julius and whispers into his ear that you are supposed to be the next victim. Julius looks at you for a moment before turning back to killian and nodding, giving him a sweet kiss and telling him he'll handle it. "What's wrong?" You ask, still waiting to be handed your card back. Julius snaps out of it and shakes his head "oh, nothing, sorry." He says, finally swiping your card and handing it back to you. As he bags up your jacket he looks to you. "Hey, tell you what. Since this is your very first time here, why don't i give you some coupons? Half off an order over 40 dollars, it can't be beat!" He exclaims in his best customer service voice.

You smile and nod. "Oh really? That's so sweet, thank you!" The way you smile at him almost makes julius's heart ache. Almost. He pushes through this feeling and gives you a flashy smile. "Not a problem! Just go tell that guy over there that i sent you, and he should take you back to get your coupons!" He says, pointing over to killian who is scanning the crowd of consumers. "I'll keep your bag here for you, that way it's sure to be safe." He adds. You give him a single nod, say thank you again, and head over to killian, who is now leaning against a nearby wall.

"Um, excuse me?" You ask timidly. "The guy over there said that you'd give me some coupons?" You motion over to julius. Killian looks at you, then to julius, and back to you again. He is quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, i got some in the back. Follow me so i don't have to try and find you in this big crowd again" he says, taking the key on his lanyard and unlocking an "employees only" door. You nod and do as told, follwing him down the short hallway before coming to what seems to be a storage area of sorts. He rumages through a few boxes before cursing under his breath. "Uh, the coupons are in that small crack there. My hands are too big, but yours might just be small enough to reach in there and grab 'em. Do you mind?" He asks, letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

You smile and move towards the box he mentioned "not at all!", as you stick your hand between the crack of the box, he slowly walks behind you and pulls out his knife. He was gonna make this quick, clean and simple. Right before he made his move though, you accidentally brushed up against him, making him freeze immediately. He can't do this, you're too vulnerable....god, what's wrong with him??

You come up a few seconds later with the coupons in hand. "Alright, got them!" You bid him a quick goodbye before leaving the storage area and getting your bag from julius. Killian emerges a few moments later and walks over to julius. "What happened back there?" Julius asks. "It's not like you to fail" killian shrugs. "I don't know what came over me...i had them right there but i couldn't do it!"

Julius sighs. "Dammit. They got to you too?" Killian raises a brow. "What do you mean 'me too'?" He asks. Julius taps his fingers onto the counter and mumbles embarrassedly. "When they first came up to the counter, i almost couldn't do it. Send them your way i mean."

"Shit." Killian grumbles. "What are we gonna do now..."

(Part 2 coming soon!)

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