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suguru-getos · 2 months

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“they’ll kill you!” — “can they?”

satosugu x reader — cnc

warnings: cnc!, degradation, prone!bone, doggy, use of toys, clamps, spreader, spankings. aftercare <3 pls note that it’s not beta’d there might be typos xx 💋

you were tired as you returned from work, footsteps dragging across from the stairs to finally reach the bedroom of the sato-sugu estate. this was the least thrilling bit of your day, no one was home. satoru was busy with a mission & suguru was outside — doing you don’t know what. you don’t question the morality of your husband number two. you’ve learnt to let him be in his element, just like satoru.

opening the refrigerator, you found satoru’s mochi, suguru’s favorite soup & a little bit of leftovers from the morning lunch prepared by the chef. they’re also on leave & at this point you’re conflicted between using the ordering in app in your phone, or cooking something for yourself. a grunt escapes you as you weigh down the options and settle down on the marvelous wood sculpted chair of the dining table. scrolling aimlessly through the various restaurants to get something that you desire. fucking hell! why is ordering food such a daunting task! when satoru and suguru return, you’d bother them & be clingy endlessly just cause you miss their brainless bickering. satoru would be just as aimless like you, fumbling through the menu and debating on what to order… suguru would have the same thing eaten on repeat. so much so that it annoys the both of you.

speaking of — it goes without saying how many ‘enemies’ your husbands have. one is a special grade sorcerer, the other is a bloody cult leader. both of them jacked & bagged with heaps of copius amounts of money & status in their own ways. you’re their silly little wife, someone capable of becoming a sorcerer, someone who could see curses and cursed spirits, yet choosing a life like nanami kento. a life away from the wretched world of sorcery.

a thud, takes your attention away from your phone a bit. who could it be? there are cats in the estate which are regularly fed, it could be your son (your cat that you and your husbands cherish equally). you roll your eyes and go back to checking the menu. fuck this, if you don’t have any ideas on what to order, you will order some spicy cheesy ramen & get go with your day.

after placing the order, you dragged yourself to the bathroom to take a shower, it would be better before bed after all, sleeping in plush clean pillows and letting your body heat come down as the cold water would drench your worries away.

your phone vibrated before you could take another step to the bedroom, it was suguru, “oh hey…” you chirped, smiling over the phone. “hey darling, reached home?” he sounds cheerful, mostly when he hears your voice of course. you’ve noticed suguru talks to you in the most gentlest of ways; enough to sound patronising at times. you know its not his intention though… “yeah, just reached home. when are you n’ toru coming?” you pouted over the speaker, and he chuckled. “give me an hour or two and i’ll be right there, next to my beautiful angel. mm?” you gnaw at your lip, nodding gently, the realization coming later that he can’t really ‘see’ your response and you hummed, “yeah, come soon to me mkay?”

where were you again? ah… the shower…

the doorbell rang, your eyes instantly mingling with the lit screen of your watch as you turned your wrist. jeez, it had only been 15 minutes or so since you ordered, the food is here so soon? you checked your phone, and the order was still showing ‘preparing’ status. weird… who could it be?

you walked towards the entrance, and the knock was more powerful, almost angry sounding & impatient. “who’s there?” you raised a brow, sighing a little to gather your patience and also your wits.

no answer…

then, the door was knocked off the hinges, you shrieked almost, walking backwards and pupils moving in fear. what was even happening? there were two men, one of them had bangs and the other white haired and scary looking. he smirked, walking closer to you and holding your face instantly, squeezing your cheeks into a forced pucker. “dumb little thing can’t even open a door? jeez?” he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

the dude with bangs held his shoulder, a knowing, close-eyed smile. “leave it be, she must be their weakling of a wife, gojo.”

he nodded, “weakling indeed, look at how she’s cowering.” he chuckled, leaning in and licking a fat strip of your neck, from your collarbone to your ear. you wince, struggling and trying hard to push him away. “SWOP IT!” you whined, the grip on your cheek turning harder and making it difficult to sound coherent.

“swop it!” gojo mimicks you, pushing you a little as he lets you go. “ we were here to steal the cursed tools but we might as well do some cursed thingys, no?” he snickered, and you shake your head, nauseated as your heart raced and you leaned back, unlucky enough to be stopped by a wall.

“m-my husbands- will be home soon… if you really care about your lives then leave!” you sounded as intimidating as possible, trying so hard to evade the bone crushing anxiety that the two powerful men were giving. “of course, we’d be gone by then.” the man with bangs replied, ignoring you and looking around. “nice house, your husbands don’t care about you enough it seems, why else would they leave their little wife alone in such a looming, large place?”

“shut up! even if you leave they’d hunt you down and they’d find you! suguru can deploy curses that are exceptional in hunting people down.” you only have your husbands and their skills to protect you right now. “did you hear that geto? she’s so mouthy and has such an attitude, damn!”

“about time we show her the world isn’t a good place… also, with a body like that? she’s practically asking for it.” the black haired man — geto, chuckled, rolling his eyes and walking closer.

your mind was hazy by now, and all you could see was the corridor to make a run to. you do exactly that, and how stupid— it took gojo exactly four steps to catch up to you by your hair and chuckle at your screaming. “let me go! let me go!” you winced, letting your feet dragged back to the couch. “would be fun to ruin her at this point.” geto hums, crossing his arms & smirking at the way you shake your head no, pleading almost.

“in the same bed her bastard husbands make sweet sweet love to her.” gojo chuckles, “aww, don’t look at us like thaatt? i’m sure they would understand that boobs like that would get ya into trouble.” gojo winked, smirking.

“ass, too.” geto added, smirking gently.

“piss off and die, rot in hell and fucking die!” you snarled, tearing up at the way they talked about you. “can’t handle them mouthy tell ya that.” gojo sounded almost feigning apologetic, bringing out a handkerchief out from his pocket and holding both ends diagonally.

you were about to be gagged, terror seeped through your eyes as you shook your head. but geto was faster, immediately hindering all your resistance by keeping you locked. his hands quickly wrapping around your wrist and holding it behind your back, his legs wrapping around yours, spreading your thighs apart vulnerably.

"aw good one!" gojo comments, smirking and walking closer. "stop it, stop it right now!" you screeched, using your last chance to speak anything at all. gojo came closer, tying the handkerchief across the parting of your lips. only incoherent struggles and whines could escape you now.

"there we go, perfect little muzzled bitch." gojo chuckled, and you teared up at that statement, it was humiliating to have two men out here, having their way with you in the absence of your husbands. you hated the way it made you feel, how the proximity with geto was making your pelvis warm, and your insides... warm.

"she's crying... stop being so mean. maybe we can call satoru to help her? maybe he can coax and coddle her while we ruin her?" you widened your eyes at that insinuation, shaking your head no and muffled groans escaping you.

gojo chuckled, "aw, she wouldn't want that? why? scared they'd abandon you cause your insides changed shape to our cocks?" he smirked, "no worries sweetheart, we could hire you as our personal cocksleeve."

you glared at the man, not saying anything and saliva dribbling down your chin. "only if she's a good cocksleeve though" geto hums, shrugging. "don't get the special treatment if you're not good enough. or not tight enough."

"time to check!" gojo rubs his palms together, walking closer with eyes fucking you already. his hands are quick to rip off any clothing off of you, your cunt and your tits exposed to the two strangers and the cool air of the mansion.

it felt humiliating, all bare in front of two merciless, wolf like men who only want to ruin you. "would teach those two a lesson too, no?" geto mused and gojo nodded, "yeah, think they own the fuckin' world? now what? your wife knocked up by two strangers.."

"ruined, by two strangers." geto corrected gojo.

"ahhng- nn" you tried to manage to speak, unable to say anything coherent at all. only wiggling in resistance. you stop once you feel geto's semi nudge your ass though. this could do more harm than good.

"oh god she's grindin' already?" gojo smirked, walking closer and crossing his arms. "let's take her to the bedroom." they nodded, reaching that decision fast enough. when geto relents his hold on you, you're quick to hit his jaw with your head, feet landing aiming right at gojo's crotch. he holds your ankle and geto laughs, "couldn't even give me a nose-bleed, little one?"

you're the most terror-struck as you've ever been. you fucked up. pupils moving and heart racing. no way these two would let your silly little stunt go.

"she needs proper taming i'm telling you. like literally..." gojo laughs, almost looking impressed. "bend her over the couch."

"actually, i have a better plan" suguru muses, while your heart only gives out at the prospect of them discussing what to do with you. you hate how it's making you feel down there, and pretty sure they'd see that soon when your body betrays you.

gojo and geto only knowingly smile at each other, as if they were easily able to read the other's mind and they stride towards the bedroom. once you're placed on bed, this time gojo forces you on all fours, ignoring your whines and hand gripping your nape as he nails you to the bed. geto seems to be searching for toys you and your husbands indulge in from time to time.

he lets out an "aha!" when he finds them, smirking and taking out the clamps, the cuffs, the spreader, and the vibrator. your hands are cuffed behind your back and the spreader keeps your legs from closing. you are truly under their mercy now.

"mmgh mmf" you really wish you could do something, anything about it... "is that fucking cunt wet?" gojo is quick to dehumanize you for it, laughing. "don't tell me they've been pampering a slut as their wife?" it stings, his words sting and you close your eyes in disgust, a feeble attempt at closing your legs not gone unnoticed.

"why else would she be so embarrassed?" geto smirks. attaching the clamps to your nipples with some weights. satosugu have never tried the weights and the delicious tug on your tits only makes you whine more. he flicks the weights to let it jiggle like a pendulum and you cry out at the feeling. shuddering and whimpering at how your pussy clamps around nothing because of it.

"don't think this is enough, she needs proper punishment for trying to hit us." gojo scoffed, using the clamp right at your clit after testing it on his hand. you let out a surprised shriek, struggling with all your might against it, though you realize that would only worsen the ache in your tits. your pussy oozed out in your juices and fluttered as they bit your clit just right.

geto nods, slapping the fat of your bare ass with his hand, letting his handprint break out in a single hit. they really weren't playing around. every hit after that, makes you lurch forward, and makes the clamps wiggle and makes you cry out. gojo chuckles, watching your ass bruise with the spanking now. you lost count after ten, in your head, but you feel your mind float away, it's around 18 hits or so, that geto stops, when your whines and screams turn soft and dejected. when you give up.

you're so edged but the clamp on your clit wouldn't let you cum. "look at her, finally can't resist anymore?" he smirked, and upon not receiving a response, gojo tugs at your clit-clamp's chain a little. you cry out in pain, finally letting him remove the clamps altogether.

"yeah, finally someone's learnt how to behave." he smirked, and your whines turned into wheezing when the blood flow rushed back to your tits and clit, swathing you in a coughing fit as you choke on your spit. "oh jeez, calm down..." gojo scoffed, removing the gag from your mouth and watching the imprints of it on your face.

"you okay?" he's looking sympathetic and worried, and at the first chance of getting to speak again, you snap. "you're a fucking bastard with no manliness of your own, bet you don't even have a cock half as big as satoru"

he smirked again, chuckling and rolling his eyes. "the gag goes back on it seems." he looked at geto who shrugged, "no, let her scream when she realizes we're bigger and better than her husbands." before you could resist, you could feel the spread in your cunt lips from his fingers and the splitting apart sensation of his cock inside you.

crying out at the feeling, edged beyond belief, your cunt immediately hugs him down, his hand quick to un-do your cuffs and pulling you closer, letting your back collide against his chest as he drills your poor pussy apart, rutting without a single thread of restraint.

gojo only watches your breasts jiggle and jump at every thrust, leaning in and wrapping his warm mouth around the tortured, perked bud. his tongue languidly soothes over the bite mark of the clamp and he suckles, one hand pinching and kneading your tits to ensure the blood flow is back, the other rubbing circles at your clit. he undoes your spreader finally.

you moan like a whore indeed, this feels too good, you hate how good it feels and you despise how your senses are burning at this. the knot in your pelvis snaps and you gush all over geto's cock like a needy little girl, sending him reeling down also. you shake your head, the prospect of his warmth inside your cunt only makes you hate it further, "no- no no don't cum inside NO DON'T!" you cry out, shaking your head as his palm covers your mouth, muffling any cries as he churns your pussy by tucking and thrusting his load deeper.

you gasped and cried once geto finally comes to a halt. shoving you into a prone bone. "hey i'll take over, let her husbands discover a cum cocktail inside." gojo snickers, watching your body limping after the first orgasm as his cock shoves inside you easily, pistoning like a needy dog in a rut. the thrusts are powerful enough to feel like spanks of their own, and you only moan and whimper crudely; gritting your jaw at how amazing it feels and crumpling the mattress into your fists. this should not feel good... this should not feel this good. you're a cheater... your husbands would hate you.

"say what if they knew you had no problem cumming on our cocks?" geto chuckled watching you glance up at him teary eyed. "i hate this, i don't- AH" your sentences are reduced to moans already, and he chuckles.

the force on your tummy with the mattress nudged against it, and gojo's precise thrusts makes you twitch again. "uh uh... she's clamping again." he smirked at geto, "couldn't ask for permission from me, make sure she knows how to behave well now."

“we’ll just spank her swollen little clit this time around then” gojo smirked, and you widened your eyes in fear. your husbands long established that you only like it in a certain degree. these strangers knew nothing about you. you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “no- no- stop it.” before long, you we’re trying your best to squirm away from him, only getting locked in a headlock though, when gojo’s hand wrapped around your neck, arching your back.

“then ask for permission…” he laughs, only rutting deeper and more spitefully. your eyes are losing focus and you can sense your pelvis tightening, the familiar knot in your gut was about to snap again. “would rather fucking die!” you managed to put up a fight again, though your body betrays you again & you’re tipping off the edge. gojo’s timed thrusts against your gspot made you squirt a little. absolutely humiliating…

“oh oh not only did she came she fuckin’ squirted on another man’s cock? do you wanna be our hired cocksleeve that bad?” he muses, filling you up with his seed, his jaw muscles are tightened at the way your pussy takes him… while, you’re getting light headed with the headlock & the orgasm, eyes losing focus and mouth agape.

before your mind could register anything else, geto has you manhandled, holding your legs apart by hooking his arms under your knees and then holding your wrists as he gravely whispered, “told you to ask for permission, brat.”

“n- no no- no no no no no please please” you’re shaking your head, thrown off your post orgasm bliss instantly and shuddering, “no please please…”

“no please- please…” gojo mocks, slapping across your swollen cunt instantly. you cry out and wince, tearing up once again & reducing to weak sniffling. “no- no-” you resist and cry out.

he raises his hand again, feigning another hit and observing you flinch, close your eyes and look to the side, bracing. you look up when he doesn’t hit though…

“give me another orgasm on my cock since you’re so eager.” he hums, and your mind has just about had it. your body has had quite a ride filled with different emotions & a squirting orgasm. you shake your head no, biting my lip. “no.” you looked at gojo, and he raises a brow, “no?”

“no” you pouted, sniffling a little. “my husbands are coming soon, gonna kick your ass. they’ll kill you.”

“would they?” suguru hums, relenting his grip on your feet and your body, craddling you closer to him and leaning you against his chest, peppering your face with soft, tender kisses. you sniffle & nodded, “mm~ yeah…”

satoru sighs, pouting, “you okay? princess?” he’s shaking a little, hoping you don’t end up hating him. “you’re okay?” he asks again, pouty and looking like a kicked puppy. “i was so mouthy wasn’t i?” he’s about to spiral. “no it was so fun.” you snicker, looking at him with a huge grin. a huge wave of relief washes over his face as he pulls you from suguru, holding you plush and kissing all over your face, your lips, passionately running his hands through your hair.

“good girl, gosh you handled it so well.” he muses, suguru humming, kissing satoru’s forehead and yours. “my angel, you were so good you know that? we didn’t mean anything we said, you know that right?” he soothes over your ass. you nodded, “mm~ yeah, i know daddy.” you coo, kissing his cheek.

“good, good… fuck- never again!” satoru scoffs, pouting big and harsh. “i know he’d say that.” you chuckled and looked at suguru, who nodded, tight lipped. “uh… i second that.”

you nodded, you knew both of them were indulging only because you read a fanfiction of one of your favorite characters and wanted to try. “fine, fine… i’m the one who should behaved traumatized!” you chuckled, and they pout together.

“oh please i was about to break character so many times, i knew you would kick my ass so i didn’t.” suguru hums, nuzzling his nose against you. “OH YEAH SAME!” satoru dramatically yells, “when she coughed i was about to lose it oh gods no-”

“let’s take a shower…” you coax their conversation, kissing both their foreheads.

“alright…”

“i love you both.” you mumbled, loopy and so subby.

“we love you too!” they hummed together, kissing your cheek.

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fatale-distraction · 4 months

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BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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Part 2 here!

Part 3 here!

Part 4

#baldur's gate 3 #Baldur’s gate 3 Headcanons #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #shadowheart #astarion #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #lae'zel #karlach

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strawbby-shortcake · 3 months

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✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]

❀ Marla ❀ You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.

She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.

"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.

You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.

"Sure," you replied.

You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.

"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.

"Over my dead body."

✭ Jack ✭

Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.

"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.

"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.

"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."

Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.

You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"

He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.

"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.

✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦ It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.

As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.

"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.

Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.

You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.

⍟ Angel Face ⍟

You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.

"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.

"It's just a silly picture I saved."

He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.

"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."

"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.

You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.

✴ Tyler Durden ✴

Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.

He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.

"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.

You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.

"What do you want?"

"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.

Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.

You sighed, "Whatever."

[END]

#funny #fight club fanfic #narrator fight club #fight club #jack fight club #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden #robert paulson #angel face #marla x reader #marla singer #meme #funny memes #lol #haha #so funny #they're having a whimsical time #this is canon now

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 8 months

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I would love to have a King x reader (female reader if you are ok with that) where the reader is a mythical zoan type very similar to Kaido’s mythical zoan but because it was a fruit made by Dr Vegaounk, the reader ends up with a dark green dragon instead. King’s just infatuated with the reader and the reader knows it but won’t say anything. The reader is fairly new to the Beast Pirates and Kaido puts King in charge of making the reader feel welcome. Thanks in advance if you are able to do this!!

Imagine having a dragon smile fruit

This led me down an interesting line of thought. How would King act around his crush. He's a deeply traumatized individual, but he hides it well. King has like zero emotional intelligence, he never learned how to really deal with them. Also, I'm making the reader around the same size as King for reasons.

This ended up being kinda long.

Kaido: I'm told you have a devil fruit.

You: it's a smile fruit, sir, Dr. Vegapunk made it for me.

Kaido: Vegapunk *casts a glance at king, but can't see his emotions due to that damn mask* when did he make it for you?

You: a few years back upon my request, he owed me a favor.

Kaido: may I see?

You: we'll need to go outside, I would hate to destroy your lovely house.

Kaido: Ookay?

Outside

You: *transforms into a large emerald green dragon with pitch black fur, talons, and horns.*

Kaido: Worororo, we're gonna be unstoppable!

King: ( 💖0💖 ) !!

You: So I can get settled in?

Kaido: yes, Queen! Get their rooms ready, put them in the east wind of my castle.

You: absolutely not, I refuse to work with Queen, he's annoying.

Queen: EHH! Annoying! Who are you calling an idiot, you moron. You wanna go! *Starts to climb up on one of the coils of your body*

You: *flicks him off* And loud.

Queen: *skips like a rock over the ocean towards mainland Wano and disappears with a twinkle*

Kaido: Would you prefer Jack?

You: Jack is too unpredictable, plus I'm not a fan of the baby bangs he's sporting, they make me wanna bully him. King seems tolerable though, he's quiet which is preferable if I have to deal with a man.

King: 😱💢

Kaido: Very well, wouldn't want you to lose your temper and kill one of them. I need all three of them... well actually with you here, I might not.

You: I don't want a position of responsibility, those usually come with a lot of paperwork. I want money, food, a place to crash, and to fight, and when I’m not doing any of those to lounge in comfort.

Kaido: and you shall have anything you desire. King take them to the Black Tortoise wing.

King: I think they'd appreciate the views and quiet of the Blue Halls in the Vermilion Bird wing. You yourself once told me your dragon enjoys the open sky.

Kaido: how thoughtful King, to share your Vermilion Bird wing with our new recruit.

King: such a valuable member of the crew deserves the best we have to offer, especially one with a power so similar to your own.

Kaido: then can I trust them to you?

King: Of course.

The next day

King: how are you liking the Blue hall? Is it to your liking?

You: It's almost perfect, it just needs some personal touches.

King: I'll set up an appointment for our artisans to come over to receive instructions on what you want.

You: don't you have an assistant for that?

King: no? Are you volunteering?

You: hmm, only when I'm bored.

King: very well, in the meantime care to join me for a training session in the gym? *Hoping to show off his strength and physique for you*

You: Sure, let me change into something more breathable.

At the gym

King: would you spot me?

You: sure?

King: *lifting way more weight than he usually does while trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.*

You: *not sure how you'd be of any help to him if he actually needed help*

Queen: *leans over to Jack to shit talk* is it me, or is that feather-brained idiot trying to impress the newbie?

Jack: Yeah, he's even puffing up his wings and fire to make himself appear bigger.

Maria: right? And you you see the way he looks at them.

Queen: he's clearly displacing his affections for Kaido on them, probably they're more attainable to him than Kaido.

Kaido: *leans in* he's just not my type what can I say? Although, he does have those big titties like I like.

You: I'm gonna go get a water bottle, you want one?

King: sure *waits for you to leave before turning to his crew members* what the fuck are you jack asses whispering about over there?

Queen: You like (y/n) right?

King: what? No, they just got here, I don't even know them.

Kaido: she doth protest too much, methinks.

King: ugh, you all are seeing things.

Maria: yeah, we see you making bedroom eyes at (y/n).

Queen: Don't act like you're not, look at yourself, you're all puffed up like you're a horny teenager all over again.

King: *flattens his feathers* shut up dickhead.

You: *comes back in the room* I got us a few waters!

King: *puffs up again and realizes they're right.

Yamato: *peaking out from one of the floorboards* that explain why he wanted them in the Vermilion Bird wing with him.

King: *Puts his foot on the board and pushes it down*

That evening after dinner

Kaido: did we really upset you earlier? You seem like you're still... huffy like you were in the gym.

King: I'm disgusted with myself for being attracted to a human.

Kaido: *nods his head empathetically* I know the feeling bud. From what information that I have gathered about them, they seem like a decent human. They were once instrumental in the escape of a slave rebellion in the Ballywood Kingdom and Vodka Kingdom. Both of which were predominately composed of non-humans.

King: really?

Jack: yeah, they came to us through a recommendation of one of contacts in the Ryugu Kingdom.

You: wha'cha talking about?

King: *puffs up and feels his embarrassment and panic well up in his chest* Nothing!

You: *squints at him in suspicion* Really? Because I don't believe you.

King: Are you calling me a liar?

You: I ain't callin' you a truther, big man. Now spill the beans, what were y'all whispering about?

King: *his heart flutters happily when you call him 'big man' * Kaido told us you helped in some slave rebellions.

You: Oh yeah, I have quite a few tales from that time of my life.

King: If we're going to work together we should know more about you. So if you wouldn't mind, could you tell us those stories?

Kaido: *subtly gives him an encouraging slap on the back and a wink*

Queen: *whispers* fuckin' simp!

King: *makes Queen's cigar erupt in fire*

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satureja13 · 16 days

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Vlad can't believe he's sitting here without his shirt in front of Leander again! He has to remind himself over and over again that he does all this to help Ji Ho, Saiwa and Jack. And that this is just a game. Just. A. Game. After a while (that already took much too long if you asked Vlad) Leander had banged the rock into a rough shape.

Time to take measurements. Leander: "So where is what..."

Hahaha Leander can be happy that Vlad already drifted off ^^'

Then he banged around a bit more...

Leander: "Let's see..."

Leander, after another while: "Hmmm..."

Leander: "Oh-oh. This part is a bit too long."

The Queen wants her statues accurate. Leander: "Let's shorten this part a bit..."

And then he was finally finished! Leander: "Come - take a look." Vlad finally drifted back. He just daydreamed about making a certain part of Leander a bit shorter!

Leander: "What do you think?"

The damn statue looked nothing like him! The head and the face even looked like all the other heads here on the pedestals! Leander: "Of course he does! He's made in the image and likeness of you!"

Leander is hurt. No one ever dared to criticize his work.

And Vlad is furious. Leander could have easily done this without him sitting here for hours in humiliation! Tch!

Vlad collected his money, bougt some food and called Diablo. Vlad: "Let's never look back." Diablo: 'Agreed.'

'We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away!) I'm sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer or whiskey, 'cause I'm going far away (Far away!) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane'

The Pogues - Sally MacLennane TMI: Sally MacLennane is an irish stout (beer) and not a girl ^^'

And this is how Vlad hastily left Goldshire (and soon after the Therapy Game). He'd seen enough. Time to report back to Saiwa. He surely won't come back here so he didn't care who saw him topless. He wonders how time had passed for the others. Ingame time often passes much faster than in reality and the Bond didn't complain or demanded to be charged. So his guess is he only spent here a few hours real time even though it had been ~ 24 hours in the Therapy Game. That should be enough for playtesting. It seems quite safe (minus the embarrassment) but the others can decide for themselves if they are stable enough to try it.

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 📜 7-12 📜 13-16 📜 17-22 📜 23-28

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 21 days

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Okay I got a little more confident. Here's the first chapter.

This is a while after Jack had first been kidnapped and sold. This is the first chapter of the book, the other one was a flashback. (Sorry that's confusing. It'll make more sense with the whole thing)

Jack bangs his head against the wall. 106. He lazily lifts his neck and drops it again. 107. He decided he was on his way to beat his all time high of 318 a while ago. He only stopped then because he blacked out for a second, and he figured that repeatedly smashing his head into the wall wasn’t the smartest.

Except who the hell cares what the smartest thing to do is when you’re bored out of your mind.

108.

Not ‘oh there’s nothing on TV’ bored. Bored like Jack only has eight books in his cell anyway, and never mind the fact that he’s already read them all so much he’s got them memorized, but also the light has been flickering and if it goes out then he’ll be in darkness for months on end so he might as well just sit in darkness now by choice. So that’s what Jack did. He took a nap. Again. And then sat in darkness and banged the back of his head against the wall because that was better than letting his mind wander.

109.

Jack can never let his mind wander. When it does he always ends up sobbing so hard he throws up, or plots how he can potentially end his own life.

110.

If he lets his mind wander he might think of his mom. He might think that she’s forty eight now, and he missed another Christmas with her. He’ll think about how terrified he was when he was grabbed and thrown into a van. How he never even thought about that happening to him and so he had no idea what to do except lash out and kick his attacker.

He’s still got the scar on the side of his head from the man’s rings.

111.

Jack will think about the times he’s tried to keep track of the days on the wall next to his bed, but he just gave up when he stopped being aware of when was day and when was night. He had a little breakdown that day, when he realized that he’d been there so long he didn’t know exactly how long anymore.

112.

He’ll think about the fingers he lost for trying to run. The way he limps every time he walks and keels over every time he breaths. He’ll think about the part of his ear that--

113. 114. 115. 116.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!

Jack had a TV once. One of those big box TVs with the VHS player attached that he hadn’t seen since he was in elementary school. He played the few tapes he had basically 24/7. They weren’t good movies, he saw Joe Dirt so many times he dreamt about him, but it was something. Human voices to occupy his time. Voices besides his painful memories and… Mr. Reeder.

117.

Mr. Reeder isn’t the man who first took Jack. Once, in a bout of quiet contemplation much like this one, Jack let himself realize that he was in fact a victim of human trafficking. In his mind, trafficking was only for sex slavery or organ harvesting. But he was kidnapped, and then sold. For money. It’s not like he’s got Google on hand, but Jack’s pretty sure that’s the definition.

118.

No, Jack’s actually got no idea who first threw him in the car. He was walking home from a friend’s house. Not even a friend, just someone to hang out with so he wouldn’t be bored.

Man, 15 year old Jack had no idea what boredom was.

It was dark. He had headphones in playing music. He was alone. He was an idiot.

He never heard the car pull up beside him. Someone grabbed his shoulder and he turned around to ask them what the hell, but by the time he understood what was going on he was already in the man’s arms, hand over his mouth and phone tossed to the street. Jack had kicked out, managing to kick his attacker in the shin, but it didn’t stop him. He was thrown into the trunk of the car, and before he could even catch his breath to call for help, he was knocked out.

The whole ordeal probably didn’t take more than two minutes, if that. No time for anyone to hear a scuffle and come looking.

Jack woke up later to his arms and legs tied up, duct tape around his head, and the feeling of blood on his face.

119.

He doesn’t like to think about the early days. The constant fear and exhaustion that took hold of him. That still does if he’s being honest. He likes to think he’s more resigned now. Apathetic, if you will.

It makes stomaching his own existence a little easier.

120.

He lifts his head off the wall once again, but pauses before he can get to 121. Jack is a very very good listener, out of necessity. So despite being a floor down and many walls away, he can always hear Mr. Reeder’s car pulling into the driveway. No matter how many times he heard it, Jack can never stop the way his body tenses, the way his heart rate picks up. He swallows and stares up at the ceiling, waiting for more.

It’s been a few days. Mr. Reeder would leave to go to work every day, and sometimes he’d go somewhere for a night or two. But this has been the longest ever. Jack had woken up and went to sleep eight different times (half were naps, he knew, but even still it was at least four days.) He’s running out of food. Even if he didn’t see Mr. Reeder every day, he at least knew he was home.

Sickening that this is his home.

The door upstairs slams and Jack can’t repress a flinch. He stares up into the darkness, eyes following the sound of heavy footsteps across the floor. The footsteps stop. Jack holds his breath to listen, the only unwelcome sound that of his own heavy heart.

A slamming door is not good. Stomping across the living room is not good. What kind of mood is he going to be in?

Jack gasps and flinches at the sound of Mr. Reeder yelling, a wordless, angry shout, and then something crashes to the ground above him. Another shout and crash. Another. And another.

Mr. Reeder’s throwing things. So it’s safe to say he’s in, what Jack would call, a not good mood.

He tries his best to tune out the sounds above and focus on himself. He needs to calm down before Mr. Reeder gets here, or it’s going to be worse. Freaking out beforehand helps no one, and he ends up being in pain anyway so, you know. What’s the point. Jack closes his eyes (he can’t see anyway) and takes long, deep breaths in through his nose, and out through his mouth. His ribs flare painfully with each inhale, but Jack welcomes it. It grounds him. Lets him know he still exists, in this painful body and dark basement. He still exists.

Unfortunately.

Jack makes himself keep breathing as the footsteps get closer and closer, making their way down the stairs and stopping just outside his door.

It never gets easier. The suspense of waiting for his captor, it just never does. Even if his mind knows it’s going to be the same old same old, his body was terrified. It was tired of being hurt, of being hungry, of being tired and bored.

Sometimes he’s so bored he’s actually excited, not nervous, when Mr. Reeder comes. Oddly enough, this was not one of those times.

The keys jingle. A lock clicks. And Mr. Reeder pushes open the door.

Jack squints against the light from the basement filtering in from the cracked door. He lets out his last inhale and stares down at the heavy boots in front of him. They weren’t originally that dark of brown, but … you know. Blood.

Mr. Reeder just stands there for a moment, staring at his captive. He’s silhouetted against the light so Jack can’t see his expression. Jack waits for him to say something, anything. He doesn’t.

Jack clears his throat. “H-hi Mr. Reeder.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Jack nods, looking at the ground, heart pounding in his ears.

Mr. Reeder’s hand shoots out suddenly, gripping Jack by the hair and hauling him up out of his room. Jack hisses in pain, hands clawing at the fist tangled in his hair. If it was up to him, he would’ve shaved his head ages ago. But Mr. Reeder would never give him a razor.

Jack kicks at the ground, trying his best to get his feet under himself enough to relieve the pressure on his head. His bad leg howls in protest at the sudden actions, but he does his best to push through. As he begins to be dragged up the stairs, Jack grits his teeth to stop from crying out, knee painfully banging against each. Individual. Step.

Each step, Jack is able to brace the pain a little more and become more aware of what exactly was happening.

He is going upstairs. He hasn’t been upstairs since he first got here. The current circumstances are much different than those last time, so why the hell is Mr. Reeder bringing him upstairs?

He begins to fight.

Jack has been doing this a long time. Longer than he actually knows, but he’s positive it’s years. He’s an adult probably old enough to drink. That’s a long time to become a professional at getting your butt kicked. And being a professional victim, Jack knows that the less you struggle, the easier it is. Easier to deal with the pain, faster to get it over with, and easier to stomach your own cowardice… Or resourcefulness. He’s a survivor, that much he knows.

So he only fights back when he’s really scared.

And he has reason to be. When Jack was just a brand new greenie kidnappee, demanding to be let back upstairs, Mr. Reeder had leaned down, close to his face, so close that Jack had to lean away from the smell of the peppermint gum he was chewing.

“The only way you are ever going back up those stairs,” he said lowly, coldly, “is if I want to see your brains on the wall in natural lighting.”

It was the first time that Jack had thought I might not make it out of here alive. It took him a much longer time to accept it.

Apparently he hasn’t accepted it at all, Jack thinks as he wrenches his head out of Mr. Reeder’s grasp and dives to crawl away from him. It was never going to work but he needs to try.

Jack Thatcher was NOT taken away from his mother for years just to be shot in the head by some isolated lunatic. At least, he wasn’t going to without a fight.

Mr. Reeder grabs him easily, yanking him back by his bag leg, stretching it out. Jack can feel poorly healed bones in his knee scraping together, pinching the long disused muscles around them. He let out a shout before Mr. Reeder pulls him by his waist instead, hauling him into a room and slamming the door shut and sitting in front of it, trapping Jack inside.

With nowhere else to go, Jack pushes himself into the corner farthest from his captor, arms protectively shielding his right knee. His chest heaves and he can feel the stupid tightness starting in his throat that happens before he cries. He hates crying in front of Mr. Reeder, but it is continuously unavoidable.

Mr. Reeder sits in front of the door, catching his breath as well. He runs a hand through greasy hair, staring at the ceiling. He sighs heavily, like his life is the one here not worth living.

Tragic.

With his captor temporarily distracted, Jack takes stock of his surroundings. A mattress with no sheets is pushed against the corner opposite himself, some dirty clothes thrown at it’s end. A cracked mirror is attached to a dresser, dust slightly distorting the image of the ceiling. Behind Jack is a window half boarded up, letting a sliver of light into the room, washing over his captor. It looks like it’s golden hour outside.

Jack’s struck with the thought that this is the first time he’s seen the sun since he went down those stairs. Really, since he was thrown into that car as a teenager. He always had a blindfold on, or he was transported at night. The most fundamental, most simple and base thing a human has access to, Jack hasn’t for years. Still just out of reach.

His attention is brought back to Mr. Reeder when he sighs again. He warily looks up at Jack. “You’re lucky you know.” Jack doesn’t move. He’s heard the ‘you should be glad I’m not worse’ speech before. “You have no idea what you’ve missed. No idea… what you’ve been spared. What I’ve spared you from.”

Jack only watches apprehensively. His body is tight, poised like he’s ready to try to run again. Where, with Mr. Reeder blocking the door? That’s for future Jack to find out.

“I didn’t mean to spare you from it,” he goes on. “Heaven knows that wasn’t my intention. I think you could have benefited from being in the middle of it all.” He chuckles and Jack shrinks away even more. “Oh the look on your face would’ve been everything… Oh well. It’s just about over anyway.”

It’s nonsense. Utter nonsense. Mr. Reeder is certifiably insane, no doubt about it. He’s gone on long manic monologues before, Jack’s heard about everything.

He’s never seen Mr. Reeder pull a gun from his waistband though.

He can’t help the sharp intake of breath, the sudden urge to run! Run now! Go! He’s got no idea what to do with it so he just stands up, so quickly it doesn’t even hurt, and backs even further into the corner. Mr. Reeder always threatened that he had a gun but Jack had never had proof until right now.

Mr. Reeder looks at him from under his brows. “Sit down Jack.”

All he can do is shake his head, breaths coming out fast and shallow. The floor is liquid beneath his feet, making his body shake where it stands.

The gun clicks and points right at Jack. “Sit. Down.”

He slides down the wall, hands up. His throat bobs with a swallow, just to do something with his mouth other than sob. Tears fall steadily down his cheeks and his lower lip trembles.

Mr. Reeder, satisfied with Jack’s cooperation, relaxes his grip on the gun, hefting it like he’s simply judging the weight.

“There wasn’t much time,” he says. Jack shifts his focus from the gun to his captor, staring with wide eyes and frayed nerves. “I was trying to think about what to do with you but… I mean there just wasn’t much. I’m not sure I would’ve done anything even if there was. You’ve said it yourself Jack, who wants to die alone?”

His eyes meet Jack’s for the first time and Jack can see… tears. Welling in them. It only terrifies him more. “Mr. Reeder…”

“Shh. Shh sh sh.” He shakes his head, working his jaw. “Do you believe in God, Jack?”

Jack swallows. “I don’t know,” he whispers, voice catching on the words. “I used to.”

“What about heaven and hell? Think those exist?”

Jack can feel the panic claw up his throat, making him want to sob and scream. “I hope so.”

“Hmm… I wonder if hell will be any worse than earth.”

This is it then, Jack thinks. He’s going to take us both out, as a sick end to his sick life. He’s bored of me and now it’s over, it’s all over.

“Mr. Reeder please,” Jack begs, tears blurring him, “please don’t. Don’t do it.”

He furrows his brows, and looks down at the gun. He shakes his head. “See you in hell, Jack.”

#whump #captivity whump #gun tw #my writing

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months

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Um so, reader was a princess, and when she was alive if you wanted to court her, you had to beat her in a fight. If you lost you had to pay, with money, property, clothes, crops, animals, food. Anything really. And many many men tried but all failed. So she had a lot of stuff when she died (I imagine that she probably had feasts with all the food that she got)

So reader is a participant in ragnarok, and says like “if you win I’ll let you court me”

with Buddha, Loki, Thor, Lu Bu, Jack, Poseidon, Hades, Kojiro, Ares, Hermes, and Odin

(this is based off of the princess that if you lost you had to gift her, I think, ten horses. So when she died she had like 10,000 horses)

Ah you mean Khutulun! Great-great-granddaughter of Genghis Khan himself!

-You were a Mongol nomadic princess, part of a once great nation that by the time you were born was beginning to wane. However, just because the nation’s power was waning, didn’t mean your own was.

-You were the strongest of your siblings, the only girl out of thirteen brothers, able to beat them in any sort of combat sport from archery to horseback riding to your personal favorite, wrestling!

-None could oppose you, even men two to three times your size, you always pinned them, you always won!

-This stemmed from the deal you made with your father, giving him power as a bonus, that you would only marry someone if they beat you in wrestling, and if they lost, they had to give you 100 horses.

-You settled down after your father’s reputation took a blow, after you remained unmarried, despite the 10,000 horses you now called your own.

-In Valhalla, your reputation preceded you, as you rose in your prime, when you were winning horses left and right, as well as food, treasure, and fine silks, and you were delighted to meet truly strong people, ones you could test your strength against.

-Many were eager to find out if your legends were true, if you were undefeatable, many were cocky and quickly learned that your legends were completely true, as you beat them left and right, making it look easy!!

-Despite getting to challenge warriors from all over the world and from all points in history, you quickly grew bored with these weaklings that kept trying to challenge you, day after day, wanting you for their own, but your stipulations remained intact, if they wanted the chance to court you, they needed to beat you and so far, none were worthy to do so.

-That is, until you met (Love) who just seemed to radiate power, power that quickly caught your interest and you could feel your pulse rushing as he came, seeking you out, as he was curious if your strength was really all that.

-You cracked your knuckles, giving him a flirty wink, “If you beat me you can date me.” While surprised at your arrogance in your skills, he agreed, wanting to test himself.

-Was stunned, staring up at the sky as you bent over him, hands on your hips, huffing lightly. He didn’t win, but he sure as hell gave you a workout, more than anyone ever had in your whole life, alive or dead. You beamed down at him, “That was fun! Wanna go again?” he groaned as he sat up, feeling achy and stiff all over, “You’re inhuman, I hope you know that.” You weren’t bothered, “I just know what I want, and I want someone who can beat me- that proves that they’re strong.” He grinned up at you, taking your hand as you spoke, “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat and drink- you can try again tomorrow.” Despite the pain he felt, he wanted to try again, feeling drawn to you.

-Ares, Kojiro, Jack, Hermes, and Loki

-He couldn’t believe it, he had lost! He was one of the strongest warriors in Valhalla and he lost to a maiden of all things!! You beamed as you offered your hands to help him up, banged and bruised but grinning as you had finally gotten what you wanted, a match that made you work for the win! He took your hands after seeing the gesture and you easily pulled him to his feet, “You’re the closest anyone has ever gotten! You’re pretty strong!” he felt a bit flattered at your praise because you meant every word of what you had said. He ached, but in a good way, as you gave him what he also wanted, someone who could stand up to him for more than a few seconds. The two of you ended up going out for food and drinks, not a date, as you asked him to fight you again tomorrow and he grinned at your enthusiasm. You truly were unlike any woman he had ever met before and he didn’t want to let you go.

-Buddha, Thor, Lu Bu, Poseidon, Hades, and Odin

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror ares #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror hermes #ror loki #ror buddha #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror odin

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hanjizoo · 1 year

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“white lace”

(ship: bang chan x male reader)

(synopsis: reader is a solo porn star who goes live every once and a while. chan stumbled across this boy toy, and after a session or two, knew that it was worth the run of his money. one live, (y/n) decided to surprise his viewers with something special and caused chan to make a dumb impulse decision. was that impulse decision the best decision of his life? he won’t admit it…)

(genre: smut, with a plot? maybe?)

(note: before you read, just wanted to say that i was recently diagnosed with a couple of health conditions. i’ve been dealing with them for a while, so it’s really put a hinder in the consistency of my writing/posting. i have gotten a few requests, and i promise i see them! i am trying to keep up with them as much as possible and finish them for you, my lovelies. i hope that my inconsistency isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you all. thank you for reading this!)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut!! so, there are mentions of: both heterosexual porn and solo gay porn. various words such as pussy, cock, dick, balls, tits, daddy, sir, etc. reader is a “femboy”, wears woman’s lingerie. reader imitates breasts with his own, acts of dirty talk, dildo riding, masturbating, cum-eating, etc. if you do not like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

it was a stressful day for bangchan. he dealt with a lot of working in the studio, practicing choreography, and looking after his other 7 members(children). all he wanted was to go to his dorm room and sleep. though the closure of sleeping was what chan truly wanted, he has nightly ruts that get in the way of that closure. chan was never the type to take time in jacking off. it was more of a one-and-done kind of thing. no motivation pictures, no porn, not even an audio…just straight imagination and the dull process of jerking his cock until he came.

it seemed every session got more and more un-relieving. he did it to relax his tense muscles and anxiety after all. strictly jerking wasn’t enough to even make chan cum after a while.

that’s when he decided to dive a little more into the side of porn. it was typical to watch porn, though chan never had time nor even have the desire to. it was only a faded recollection of his teenage years. but he thought that it would help him in his dilemma down south…

chan messed around and scrolled for a long while, finding something perfect that really got him going, though there wasn’t much. there are many sides to porn that chan found basic and seemingly effortless; nothing motivational enough for his soft dick. pages upon pages of monotonous porn and basic brags of “step sister with a tight pussy” accompanied with “jerking off my hard dick.” nothing set chan off, nothing made him hard.

that was until he found the glorious wonders of “imyour(y/n).” bangchan knew he liked (y/n) because of the instant twitch in his dick whenever he saw one of (y/n)’s thumbnails. (y/n) was a solo-pornstar, had an intense following, lots of viewers, and even an onlyfans that was expanding amazingly. men took a liking to this boy toy (y/n). bang chan took a liking to this boy toy (y/n).

many times did (y/n) satisfy bang chan. chan even went to the extreme of donating every once and a while just for (y/n) to say his username as he plastered cum all over his hands. (y/n) was smooth and smart with his words, always saying the right things in order to motivate his viewers and make them cum. every live and every video was a surprise, he loved pleasing his viewers.

so, of course, after long and hard days of working, chan always looked forward to reaching his dorm room, locking his door, and immediately watching one of (y/n)‘s videos to jerk off to. accept this time (y/n) was live. bang chan felt his heart skip a beat just seeing that he was live. he was overly ecstatic and already hard.

“hi, cuties. i see a lot more of you have joined, should i start now? i think i might. i’m getting a little hard.” (y/n) giggled as he watched the chat flood with horny comments of “show us your dick”, “take off your shirt”, and “moan my name, i’ll donate.” (y/n) was a sensation beyond many horny doms who wanted a boy toy like himself.

chan felt himself getting hard just at (y/n)‘s voice. he was flirtatious, and it was obvious how horny he was through his voice.

“right, i should start. i have a surprise for you all anyway.” (y/n) started. he slowly stood up, his head being cut out of frame and presenting his body instead. he was still dressed but only in a small jacket low enough to cover his crotch. he began to slowly unzip his jacket, each second he proceeded revealed a small, white lingerie. it was very obviously a woman’s lingerie set. he liked that it covered less of his body. it only covered his bulge, and loosely fit around his pecs. the straps wrapped around his body nicely.

chan loved that. instantly, his dick twitched and he felt silly little butterflies in his tummy. arousal started to take over chan as he fantasized about grabbing (y/n)’s small hips and slamming into his ass like there was no tomorrow. he grew harder with each progressive thought, and started to palm himself through his pants. he kept his eyes glued to his computer screen, watching intently as (y/n) started to also palm himself through his panties, body still in frame. the dim room, lit by led lights, didn’t do (y/n) any justice when it came to a clear view. chan wanted to see every detail of (y/n). he wanted to see his dick up close, leaking just for him to see the detail of his face to help his fantasies of cumming on it.

“do you like it? i bought it just for you, sir. i knew you’d love how revealing it is on me. do you like how hard i’m getting? it’s all for you.” (y/n) began to caress his body, pushing his pecs together like they were tits. he slid a hand down to under his panties and slowly massaged his dick and the other one massaged his pec through the bra. massaging his dick caused (y/n) to push his knees together in order to keep his balance as he was still standing.

“fuck it” chan thought. he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees as he sat in his gaming chair. he gave his cock a few strokes, adding a few drops of lube. chan never used lube too much but he began to need it more to help the fantasies of being in (y/n)‘s warm, lubed-up ass.

(y/n) sat back down in his gaming chair in front of his monitor. he began to read more comments that were flooding in. of course, all horny. he smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing.

“you do like it? i’m so happy you do. i just want to make you happy, daddies…should i show you my cock? do you want to see how wet and hard it is for you, sir?” the comments began to flood with many “yes”’s.

(y/n) giggled, “hm, okay. but i only will if i get three $10 donations, okay?” chan thought about donating. he contemplated it for a long while until his opportunity was over due to 3 other users instantly donating. chan loved donating to (y/n) but he wanted to hear (y/n) say his name tonight. “i should save my money for the later donation” he thought.

“oh wow, so quick. you are so good to me, daddies.” as (y/n) read off the usernames who donated and thanked them, chan couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. chan secretly wants (y/n) all to himself, but he won’t admit that to himself.

“since you were so kind to donate to me, i’ll let you see my cock now as promised.” (y/n) said, getting up from his chair and leaving only his body in frame again. he slipped off his panties slowly, taking his time and teasing his viewers, teasing chan. the moment his dick was set free, it bounced up and hit his stomach than bobbled back down to a semi-hard stance. he shook his hips a bit, making his dick wave from side to side to show it off.

“see how wet i am?” he asked. chan could see the light reflecting off of the small dribbles of cum on his tip. chan stroked his dick tightly, palming his tip every once and a while. chan was loud when he jerked off but tried his best not to be. but when it came to (y/n), he struggled to hold in his moans. these weren’t moans of lazy pleasure anymore, they were moans of pure high of arousal. chan felt dumb when he saw (y/n) stroke his beautiful cock. his cock was smaller than chan’s but chan found it cute. it was because of (y/n) that chan began to prefer little cocks to dominate rather than bigger ones.

(y/n) sat down again, his webcam gave a perfect view of his dick, thighs, torso, and face. chan could see everything he needed in order to motivate his cock. chan’s tip was red and hungry for (y/n)‘s ass. all chan wanted right now was to pound into him and shoot his seed into him.

(y/n) moaned, “ah~ god, im so wet already…do you like my cock, daddies? don’t get impatient, okay? i promise i’ll let you see this ass too.” he giggled, giving a smirk. (y/n) already looked blissed out and drunk on dopamine. his breath was unsteady and his moans were let free.

chan continued his strokes, covering his mouth as he felt butterflies invade his stomach again. it only made his cock twitch more.

after some more stroking and moaning from (y/n), he slowed, looking at his monitor. he scanned the comments, many of them by now were asking to see his ass.

he giggled, “oh, you want to see my ass, hm?” he pulled his panties back up, forcing them up high, the waist band fitting loosely above his hip bones.

he stood up, slowly turning around and shaking his ass a bit. chan admits, his ass is fairly big. definitely has a bubble butt for how small his build generally is. chan loved it of course, he loved thinking about slapping it while doing doggy and absolutely destroying his hole.

with the thong pulled up, his ass was fully out, fabric tucked within his ass cheeks. he massaged it, making it bounce up and down a bit. the recoil almost made chan cum on the spot. “fuck, his ass is so hot.” he said under his breath.

(y/n) turned to face his webcam again, this time turning the webcam to point towards his bed. his bed was decorated with a few stuffed animals and a white, satin sheet. his body was forced into frame, now with a dildo in his hand. it was realistic, a few veins running up the side, about 8 inches(20.3 cm) which was perfect for chan’s imagination since he was 7.5 inches(19 cm). (y/n) plopped himself up on his bed, setting the dildo next to him. he lifted up his bra above his pecs, pinching at his nipples accompanied by the massaging of his pecs. he forced them together, faintly imitating the shape of breasts.

“do you like them? do you like how big they are for you?” this made chan’s dick twitch. since he was bisexual, it was expected, but chan felt that this turned him on a little too much. he sped up the strokes on his dick, throwing his head back every few minutes. the room was filled with scant moans and whines, along with aqueous-sounding strokes. keeping his eyes glued to his screen, he watched as (y/n) lubed up the dildo in his hand, twisting his hand on the tip and slowly jerking it off. chan slowed his pace down to mimic what (y/n) was implementing on the dildo. chan closed his eyes and listened to (y/n)’s voice as he imagined (y/n) stroking his cock instead.

“your cock feels so good in my hand. it’s so big and wet. i can’t wait to feel you in my ass, daddy.” (y/n) moaned. he made intense eye contact with webcam. this was typical for him. (y/n) would make eye contact with the webcam every session to make the process more personal and seductive.

by this time, chan’s grip on his computer chair handle tightened, making his knuckles turn white. he had to edge himself just to hold himself off from cumming, even at this slow pace, chan was unbelievably close.

continuing to slowly stroke the dildo, it generating a lewd, wet sound, (y/n) announced, “i’d love to continue, but you all know what time it is, don’t you?” chan knew exactly what (y/n) was talking about. every time he went live, he asked for a $45 donation from chat, and whoever donated first was the lucky one to get their name moaned as (y/n) absolutely destroys his ass and cums all over himself.

chan’s stomach dropped, he wanted to be first. he wanted to go over the top just for (y/n), but maybe that was just the arousal making chan so desperate and dumb.

dumbly, chan scurried in order to be the first to donate. chan, dick still in one hand, hardly had to think about it before he ended up donating $100 to the boy. shock took over chan as he realized what he had just done, but simply stared at (y/n) and waited for his reaction.

chan watched as his username popped up in the corner of the screen, “call.me.chris donated $100!” it read. the small alarm of the donation pinging, getting (y/n)’s attention.

“oh my, $100?…thank you, sir…” it was obvious that (y/n) was flustered and shocked, but he tried to hide it the best he could in order to keep his provocative persona.

“well since you were first to donate, i should get ready for you then, shouldn’t i, chris?” chan hearing (y/n) say his name made him whine lowly, covering his mouth as he felt the heat radiate from his cheeks.

(y/n) prepared himself by picking up his dildo once again, stroking it a few times to warm up the lube, and turned his body around and proceeded to get on all fours. his ass was pointed up high. chan had a clear view of his beautiful asshole, and divine ass. (y/n) reached around, using his hands to spread open his cheeks to showcase his asshole some more.

chan sped up his strokes once again, moaning into his hand that was still covering his mouth. chan had a kaleidoscope of butterflies fill his tummy as he watched. he felt so incredibly special to (y/n) in that moment. he got what he wanted: (y/n)’s attention.

(y/n) arched his back, forcing his ass up high. a few of his fingers were still wet from the lube on his dildo, so he used it to massage his asshole, slowly inserting his middle finger. moans fell from (y/n)’s mouth as he continued to force his finger in and out of his ass. the lube made him slick and easy. chan wanted so bad to see (y/n)’s face as he fucked himself.

chan threw his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head. he continued to please himself, imagining that it was (y/n)’s ass that was pleasing him instead. the sounds that chan was hearing only motivated him to cum even more.

after a few minutes, and a few more peeks at (y/n)’s ass from his monitor screen, the sounds hushed. this got chan’s attention of course, forcing him to find the source of the pause.

he was presented with a pulchritudinous sight. within those few moments of silence and rustling, (y/n) must’ve gotten a little too needy for chris’s dick. he was exposed: legs spread open, on his knees, and was lowering himself onto the dildo that was only help up by his hand on the base of it.

chan paused and watched in awe as he saw (y/n) lower himself onto the dildo, it slowly disappeared in his ass. it was slow, moans and whines slipping from (y/n)‘s lips as his dick pointed straight up and leaking pre-cum.

once (y/n) got to the base, he paused, “your dick is so big, chris.” he giggled, smiling at his webcam. chan was now just a puddle; putty. he felt weak in every aspect and couldn’t even bring himself to continue jerking off, just watch in fascination at (y/n) as he moved slowly up and down, the dildo disappearing and reappearing in his ass. his legs were wide open, giving chan a nice look at all of him: his dick, his balls, his ass and the dildo deep inside of it.

“god, you feel so good. do you like seeing me like this for you, chris? do you like seeing me take your cock so well?” (y/n) asked rhetorically, looking at his webcam once again. chan felt special, he felt like it was only (y/n) and him in his room. chan, for once, forgot about the concept of porn in all of its counterfeit. he forgot about the other 5,000 viewers that probably felt the same way as chan in that moment. it felt real to him, and maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge. he felt like he could cum in seconds if he started to jack off again, and he didn’t want to cum yet. he waited, taking in (y/n). he watched as (y/n) would lift himself off of the dildo,

only to force himself back onto it, the base meeting his ass. every time (y/n) pulled up, strings of lube stuck. it was messy and chan loved it. the small boy was covered in sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face. only the sweet sounds of (y/n) forcing himself onto his dildo and loud whines and moans were heard through chan’s monitor. still riding the dildo, (y/n) rested his arms in front of him to hold him up, forcing his pecs together in order to mimic breasts forced together. they bounced a little from the constant motion of (y/n) pounding himself on his dildo.

(y/n) looked up again, “do you want to fuck yourself between them? cum on them? i’d let you do anything you want to me, chris.” he smiled, blushed cheeks and sweat accompanying his face as well.

this triggered something in chan. he usually wasn’t the one to pursuit so called “femboys.” he was bisexual, sure, but he loved both the feminine aspect of some women and the masculine aspect of some men. he never thought to let it interchange with one another, but chan wasn’t so sure anymore. seeing (y/n) wearing a woman’s lace bra, even the smallest detail of the bounce his pecs would do when he’d slam himself back onto his dildo did something to chan he couldn’t rightfully explain or fully comprehend. though, he didn’t really care either. all he wanted in that moment was to cum to (y/n).

chan’s eyes switched every so often. he didn’t know what he wanted to keep his eyes on more: (y/n)‘s glistering pecs or his bouncing dick. curses fell from (y/n)’s mouth, notioning that he was close.

“fuck, you feel so good, chris…holy shit…please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” drive took over chan, and he couldn’t help but to indulge and please himself to (y/n). he was desperate and wanted to cum, so he started out as rough and aggressive with himself. each pounding (y/n)‘s ass would take only caused chan’s dick to inch closer to release.

“haa~ fuck, so close. mm, please, chris, cum in me. please~” hearing (y/n) beg caused the already present knot in his tummy to accentuate. he felt himself come close, his tip throbbing and profusely leaking. he wanted nothing more than to fuck that small ass of (y/n)‘s; wanted nothing more than to make him cry all because of his big cock.

chan threw his head back, fucking into his hand like it was the small boy on his screen.

“fuck- gonna cum. please, cum with me, chris. please, fuck me until you fill me up.” (y/n) begged. his voice was shaky and raised a few octaves now. his whines were beautiful, chan could of swore that (y/n) was crying at one point from how needy his voice sounded when he begged.

small trails of curses were whined under (y/n)‘s breath before it all came to a stop, the continuously clumsy slaps of (y/n)’s dildo meeting his ass and chan’s sloppy fucks still quietly heard in his room.

chan knew that (y/n) came and was continuing to ride out his high of his orgasm. (y/n)‘s whining and moans pushed chan over the edge, forcing his dick to twitch and coat cum over chan’s hand and a bit of his shirt as well. chan groaned deeply, trying not to be too loud in caution of the other members.

as chan rode out his high, slowly stroking his cum-covered cock, eyelids slightly closed and breath heavy, he watched (y/n) again. he was now trying to catch his breath as well, and slowly raised himself off of his dildo. he sat it next to him, and raised his hand that was also coated in some of his cum. he forced his fingers into his mouth, tasting and swallowing himself.

“you taste so good, chris. i wish i could’ve felt your cum coat my insides though.” he continued to wipe some off the cum that was dripping off of his cock, and wiped his on his tongue, showing his audience. (y/n) never took his eyes away from the webcam, and continued to lick his fingers like it was the best meal he’d ever have. his eyes were semi-closed, and his body was very clearly tired from getting pounded into.

(y/n) lightly giggled, “my body’s so tired from your dick, chris. i’m always tired after i cum, but i think your cock really did a number on me. i can hardly hold myself up.” it was true. he was hardly able to keep his eyes open, let alone get up to end the live.

still in nothing but his bra, he struggled to find steady composure as his knees were wobbly and he began to limp. he picked a blanket up from his bed, wrapping it around his slim body. (y/n) was undoubtedly cute in chan’s eyes.

(y/n) mustered up enough strength to approach his desk where his webcam was located.

“i really hope you enjoyed, chris. thank you for donating, sir. i hope i can pound myself to you again soon, your cock was amazing…bye, sir.” (y/n) waved lightly, his body was giving in to the comedown of his previous orgasm. (y/n) kissed his viewers goodbye and ended the live.

chan looked at the end screen for a bit, trying to take in everything he has just done. he was even still shocked that he donated $100 to (y/n). he decided it was best to shower to rinse himself free of his cum. no matter how tired he physically was, chan couldn’t put off the thought of (y/n). he replayed the whole scene in his head, eventually needing to jack himself off again due to how hard he got due to a simple thought of (y/n). maybe chan was more intrigued with (y/n) than he thought.

(potential part 2?!)

xo, kai <3.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x male reader #bang chan #male reader #skz #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic

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strawberryaziraphale · 1 year

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the ted lasso finale should go absolutely nuts. like ted and trent? banging. roy and jamie? banging. keeley and jack? banging. baz and the hammers guy? banging. colin and michael? still banging. flo and shandy? banging. nate and disco? banging. beard and the hippie coach driver? banging. rebecca and bex? took all rupert’s money, raising the baby and, you guessed it, banging

#I'm mostly joking but that last one actually sounds really appealing #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #my posts

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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You... You can't just Kidnap a Girl FAGIN! P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader (Lady)

Rating Cute

Part One

Requested: Hey, I absolutely love your writing and I have an idea so basically y/n is the governor's daughter and belle's sister and she knows of jack and he's kinda admired her for a while and fagin knows it, but jack is in debt still so fagin kidnaps her or something to get jack the money and yeah that's it and maybe some ~smut~ . anyways I absolutely adore this fic so far and you don't have to do it but I just thought it was a cool idea

I sat in my bedroom in my little nightgown with my book in my hand, my other hand on Lady Nightingale as she lay on her pillow having a soft nap. My feet up on the ottoman to be warmed by the fire. The darkness of the night outside my windows. I added the marker to my books pages and forced myself up,

"Come along then lady nightingale, time for bed." I picked her up in my arms hearing her meow, "I know, I know, excuse me from disturbing you from your pillow. Come on now you must be tried after you rushed off to the hospital." I laughed as I climbed into bed and set her down on her pillow with her blanket, "Did you have a nice day with Doctor Dawkins?" I giggled as I tucked myself into bed, and she meowed. "I bet you did, I should send you to visit him more often. maybe later in the day so we can try and invite him back for some dinner," I laughed, "Well goodnight little lady," I cooed as I laid on my pillow and got ready to get to sleep.

I tossed a little in my bed trying my best to get some sleep but I jumped as I heard a bang outside my window, "Hello?" I called out as I sat up, "Someone there?" I asked but no answer so I did my best just to forget and get back to sleep.

I rested for a good while longer until suddenly I was pulled out of my bed and a cloth put over my mouth, I tried to scream but I found myself becoming drozy and sleepy drifting quickly into sleep.

When I woke up I had a bag over my head my hands cuffed behind my back, my ankles tied together and I was being carried somewhere.

"Unhand me! I am the governor's daughter you will release me immediately! Hello! do not ignore me! I swear the moment you put me down you're gonna get such a kicking!" I complained until finally I was put on a chair my body tied to it, I continued to complain and protest but I had little I could actually do in this situation, I knew I was inside now as I could hear the echo of an empty room around me. I never let up shouting, screaming and complaining to whomever it was who had done this to me until I heard distant voices so I listened trying to determin who they where.

"I told ya dodge I have the answer to your problems,"

"do you now?"

"Yes! I garenttee we'll have darius' money by lunch time and we can go on to more amazing plans with you having both your hands."

"Why do I not beleive that,"

"Well you should. When have I ever let you down dodge?"

"...You want a list? it's alphabatized."

"Must you be so cruel? I am tryin' to help ya! you want darius to have your hand off?"

"..what is it?"

"A perfect money making scheme."

"...Fagin."

"Ta Da!" His voice said and the bag was removed from my head, for a moment I squited at the light as I saw myself inside a beaten up warehouse, and infront of me stood a very shocked doctor Dawkins and his servent man who I could only assume was fagin.

"...Hi Y/n."

"Hi Jack," I gulped very confused both of us very sheepish,

"...What- what... what did you do!" Jack asked in utter shock,

"Got you the way to make some money," Fagin explained,

"mon- what are you planning on doing with her!"

"I've been rustling up a gambit that I was trying to suprise you with for your birthday,"

Jack rolled his eyes and glared at him, "when is my birthday?"

"...uhh... don't know,"

"Fagin. Explain. what exactly your plan was here?"

"We kidnap the young lady, notify her rich and infulencful father and randsom her back to the safey of the family estate for enough cash to not only pay off your debts but keep us both rosy for the coming years,"

"I told you not to -"

"You said not to hurt her cat. and I didn't the cat was perfectly safe when I took her. I did not hurt the cat."

"You... you can't just kidnap a girl FAGIN!"

"what? I did as I promised I ddin't hurt the cat."

"NO! but you still KIDNAPPED A WOMAN!"

"I didn't -"

"You KIDNAPPED HER!"

"I prefer borrowed,"

"I am. So. So. Sorry about all this y/n." Jack told me,

"Its fine... suprisingly not my first kidnapping," I nodded,

"Get the key. and get her out." Jack demanded,

"But-" Fagin began,

"Now!"

"I can't..."

"Wh- what do you mean you can't!"

"I gave the key to flashbang,"

"WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THE KEY TO FLASHBANG!"

"Cause I trust him,"

"Go and find him. and the key. and let her out."

"But just think-"

"Now fagin! Or I am letting gains put you on the chain gang."

"Fine... last time I try and help," Fagin said before he headed out,

#tbs #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #doctor jack dawkins #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #theartfuldodgerjack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

one-shot inspired by this prompt. enjoy!

cw: n/a :)

wc: 1.9k

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“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Steve shrugged as he finished scribbling in the rest of his sign.

“He’s not even gonna see you.”

“Nance, just let him do what he wants,” Robin sighed.

“Yeah, Nance. Okay, you two dimwits ready to go?”

“Yes, dingus, we’ve been ready.”

It was Corroded Coffin’s annual Halloween gig at the Hoosier Dome—the lead singer, Eddie Munson, always insisted on playing his home state during the most sacred time of year. It sold out in minutes. Fans were hunched over their phones and laptops, waiting in the endless queue, hoping they were able to score tickets.

Given that Steve has been a die-hard fan since their first album (mainly because he found Eddie cute), he was a verified-fan on Ticketmaster, scoring him first dibs to all their big events. As much as he’d wanted floor tickets, him, Robin, and Nancy didn’t have enough money pooled, so they all settled for the lodge.

Steve insisted that the girls make signs too, as Eddie always set time aside to read through everyone’s insane, unhinged messages, but they refused. They kept insisting that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see, but that didn’t stop Steve. He figured Eddie wouldn’t be able to see a whole message, so instead he settled for a single word: DADDY?

Robin and Nancy called him crazy, but Steve’s rationale was that if he can’t see it anyway, what’s the harm?

The entire group dressed up as Teen Titans—Robin was Raven, Nancy was Starfire, and Steve was Robin (confusing? Yes. None of them thought that far ahead? Also, yes). They waited in line, got a few beers to sip while the openers performed, and before they knew it, it was showtime.

Corroded Coffin were dressed up as townspeople from The Nightmare Before Christmas, but Eddie was nowhere in sight. All of a sudden, the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar picked up and fog covered the floor of the stage. Eddie’s voice rang throughout the arena, soft and soothing—unlike anyone had ever heard him before.

“I sense there’s something in the wind, that feels like tragedy’s at hand,” he started.

A small trapdoor slowly opened as he sang, letting all the fog sink into it. The guitar plucked on, Eddie’s voice continued blessing everyone’s ears—then, he began to emerge as not Jack, but as Sally, dress and all.

“The worst is just around the bend. And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see… how much he means to me?”

He stopped singing and the guitar paused—the arena went pitchy black. Confused chittered filled the air, but was quickly stopped when all lights were on Eddie wailing on his guitar, breaking into a quick solo. The crowd erupted with cheers as he showed off his skills to his devoted fans. He carried on with singing, ditching the somber tune.

“I think it’s not to be,” he continued. The rest of the band joined in, turning the sad ballad into a newfound rock anthem. “Try as I may, it doesn’t last. And will we ever, end up together? No, I think not, it’s never to become…” The lights flickered before going out again, all instruments and singing coming to a halt. The spotlight shone on Eddie, who returned to his somber tune. “For I am not the one…”

The entire arena was filled with people who were screaming, cheering, and chanting. The lights came up enough to show the rest of the band. Eddie chuckled to himself before taking a sip of his complimentary beer.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” he asked—everyone screamed. “Good, good. Happy Halloween, whores. Thanks for making it out, tonight.”

“We love you, Eddie!” Someone yelled.

“And I have no idea who you are. Alright, let’s kick this bitch.”

The concert continued on with a bang. They sang their usual line-up with a few Halloween-esc songs sprinkled in between. That was the real draw to this concert—it was nearly an entire hour longer because of all the covers he did.

As Eddie finished singing I Put a Spell on You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, he took a few more sips of his beer before drawing his attention to the several signs people created for him.

“Eddie, adopt me! No!” he chuckled. “I missed my aunt’s wedding for this! Good, fuck your aunt. Um, alright…” He scanned the crowd for the next sign. “Eddie (or all of CC) do my BeReal? Yeah, fuck it. Throw me your phone.”

As the audience member tossed him the phone and he snapped the pictures, the camera crew focused in on one sign in particular—Steve’s. Robin and Nancy nudged him as he stood there, beet red in the face. The crowd was going crazy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you guys would have liked watching me take a picture that much,” he laughed to himself.

The people in the pit started yelling in protest, pointing to the arena’s central screen. Eddie cocked a brow and ran to where he could see it.

“Is that what you were screaming for?” The crowd erupted as the camera was still displaying Steve, holding his DADDY? sign up loud and proud. “Sorry… How’re you, sir?” Eddie smiled.

Steve gave him a thumbs up and beamed. Eddie ran over to the edge of the stage, getting as close to Steve’s section as he could. He extended an arm and smirked at the boy.

“Yes?” Everyone cheered as Steve nearly fainted. “Yes?” Steve started dying laughing as the surrounding fans continued yelling. “I fear there may be a communication barrier from this distance.”

“It’s okay, I love you!” Steve yelled, despite Eddie not being able to hear.

“But just know… yes?”

Steve flashed a Cheshire smile at the rockstar as he blushed up to his ears. Steve lowered the signs and blocked out the world around him. He fell back in his seat in awe, dropping his sign to his feet. Robin and Nancy were desperately trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. He’d rather stay in a state of bliss.

Eddie finished up reading through his posters before moving on to his next song. He smirked up the Steve as he went back to his set list.

“This next one goes out to my new baby, apparently,” Eddie teased, winking at Steve. “I was feeling done in, couldn’t win. I’d only ever kissed before…”

Steve’s eyes bulged out of his head as Eddie started singing a rocked out version of Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me (apparently dedicated to him). Steve sat in shock as Eddie pranced around the stage, like the sex symbol he was, singing a song about losing your virginity.

This had to be a dream.

Steve tried to muster his way through the rest of the concert as butterflies did backflips in his stomach.

His long-time crush, Eddie Munson, noticed him and called him his baby!? There was no way is was all real.

A few days later, after Steve managed to compose himself (which was hard to do, considering his social media pages were flooded with different views of his interaction with Eddie), he posted a video of himself hanging and framing the poster.

Thinking nothing of it, he hit upload, only expecting Robin, Nancy, and maybe Dustin go like it. But to his surprise, it went viral. Nearly a million likes and over six million views.

Shit. No way Eddie hasn’t seen this.

I’m awe, Steve posted to his Instagram story, blabbering on about how much attention it was getting. He turned off his notifications and left his phone alone for a while, trying to relieve himself of some of the stress.

That evening, when he did a final scroll through of his socials, he came back to over fifty messages of people who swiped up on his story. But one in particular stuck out.

eddiemunson: yes, baby?

“Oh my god… oh my god!”

His fingers were trembling beneath his touch as he typed out an equally cheeky reply.

kingsteve: oh, daddy, and to think, i never thought you’d answer

eddiemunson: baby teases back i see

kingsteve: only for you, munson

eddiemunson: oh, i like the sound of that

kingsteve: so, when are you taking me out?

eddiemunson: when’re you free ;)

Several months passed and the boys began seeing each other and becoming romantically involved. They slowly started teasing each other on their socials, never showing their faces or displaying any incriminating details.

It wasn’t until nearly a year in, right as the following annual Halloween concert was rolling around, when the hints became less subtle. Steve was attending concerts regularly (in blocked off sections with other friends/family of the band), and Eddie was slowly showing off more features of his pretty boyfriend.

This year, Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin were people from Scooby-Doo—Eddie was Shaggy, and other members were different monsters. But where was the rest of the crew? Well, standing with Steve on the sidelines was Robin dressed as Velma, Nancy as Daphne, and Steve as Fred.

Similar to years prior, they opened with a Halloween themed song, then continue with their normal set list with a few covers here and there. Right around the midpoint in the show, Eddie started going around reading posters. Thinking he was funny, Steve resurrected the DADDY? poster.

Eddie made his way over to Steve’s area, knelt down at the edge of the stage, cocked his head to the side and smirked at Steve.

“Yes, baby?” he beamed.

The crowd burst into cheers, but they had no clue what was coming.

Steve smiled as he bit the insides of his cheeks, flipping the sign over to reveal another message.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Eddie dropped his mic as he blushed up to his ears, and walked away, smiling like an idiot. Steve proudly stood there, waiting for an answer.

The crowd was chanting at him, some things were good, some were bad. Meanwhile, the boys were having an entire silent conversation through their looks. Eddie eventually picked his mic up again, kneeling back into his previous position.

“I hope you know, you’re becoming a Munson,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Steve laughed. “So is that a yes?”

“Of course, stupid.” He winked as he strutted over to the other side of the stage, starting his next song.

Steve fell back into Robin and Nancy’s arms, gasping in relief. He was so caught in his own head, he didn’t even realize what Eddie was singing until he reached the chorus.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…”

The song carried on and Steve was swaying back and forth, listening to his fiancé’s lovely voice. Then came the final bridge.

“But now, there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside, I’m out of my head. Hopelessly devoted, to you…” Eddie walked to the edge of the stage and tossed Steve a velvet black box. Steve (barely) caught it, as Eddie caught him off guard. Eddie winked before finishing out the song. “Hopelessly devoted to you…”

Steve snapped open the box, revealing a diamond incrusted band—he looked up with tears in his eyes. He ditched Robin and Nancy and charged the stage (in the walking path for the band). He shimmied his way past some amps, much to the security’s dismay, and met eye-to-eye with Eddie.

“Hopelessly devoted… to—” Steve yanked him down by his chain and forced him into a kiss. Eddie smiled uncontrollably before breaking away and running his thumb across Steve’s bottom lip. “You…”

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yesihaveaobsession · 19 days

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You Proof

Alastor x female reader

Summary: He needs some you- proof.

A/N- I have been OBSESSED with this song ever since Morgan released it, so this is inspired by the song (lyrics are highlighted) and also based on the music video)

Song chosen:

"What the hell is going on with him?" His once lover, now ex, haunted his thoughts relentlessly. He found himself slouched on a barstool, his disheveled appearance reflecting his inner turmoil. Despite his unkempt hair and careless posture, his crimson eyes danced with a mix of amusement and frustration.

"Hey, I've been throwing back the whiskey," he chuckled darkly, his voice carrying a melodic quality reminiscent of an old-time radio broadcast. "But it seems I ought to get my money back." His attention shifted from the wooden bar to the array of liquors on the shelf. Unexpectedly, he spotted you on the other side of the bar, cleaning a glass. His grip on his own glass tightened.

Then, he noticed his glass was empty. Without hesitation, he summoned a crystal-clear bottle of Hell's finest whiskey. Pouring himself a drink, he murmured, "Someone said it drowns a memory. Ah, but it ain't doing jack."

As the fiery liquid burned down his throat, he emitted a discontented grumble. Bitter irony enveloped him. "Yeah, I've been sipping, I've been buzzing," he continued, his smirk widening. "Shooting doubles like it's nothing. But nothing makes you go away." His voice began to slur as he set the empty glass aside, consumed by thoughts of the one memory he couldn't escape. "I need something you-proof," he mused aloud, his voice tinged with longing. "Something stronger than I'm used to."

Struggling to stand from the barstool, he braced himself against the wooden bar. A wave of nausea hit him, causing his eyes to close briefly. When he opened them, he found himself in a car, you in the driver's seat. As your eyes met in the rearview mirror, mischief danced in your gaze. The engine roared, and the accelerator pressed harder, leaving him feeling utterly powerless as you careened through sharp turns and bumps. "Make it stop!" he pleaded, banging on the seat. Suddenly, he was back in the bar, sitting to collect himself and run his claw through his hair.

In contemplative silence, the lyrics of a song echoed through his mind like a relentless refrain. Despite his outward confidence, a darkness lingered within him—a shadow of a memory he couldn't shake.

As he stared into his glass, memories from his mortal life flashed before him like scenes from a long-forgotten movie. Amidst the jazz clubs and laughter of his youth, there was always an emptiness he couldn't fill.

With a heavy sigh, he rose from his seat and crossed the room. Glancing out the window at Hell's skyline, determination sparked in his eyes. "I need something you-proof," he muttered. "Something stronger than I'm used to."

As he contemplated his next move, a glimmer of hope flickered within him. Perhaps there was a way to find solace amidst the chaos of his existence.

#Spotify #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #i have an obsession

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hanasnx · 8 months

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187 and 7 for anakin 😈

prompt: #187

prompt list | rules

minors dni 18+

word count: 0.9k | character(s): tcw!anakin skywalker x f!reader

notes: specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin. i chose to go with #187 bcos ive been needing an excuse to make this specific idea happen lmao i hope u like it

warnings: light gambling, no smut, strip game, youre barely clothed in front of clones (implied), you're wearing a bralette mention, commander!reader, no y/n

"General Skywalker,” a trooper beckons, catching up with the striding officer to fall into step with him.

“Lieutenant.” Anakin greets with a nod. The pair pass by compatriots, ignoring the bustle of their surroundings as they share a conversation.

“Some advice, sir?”

Anakin quirks a brow, regarding the lieutenant with a side glance. “You’re asking?”

“The Commander, sir, she cleans us out every time we play scraps, and we’re almost sure she’s—“

“Cheating?” That’s well within your character, so much so it makes him scoff. You’re clever, and not to say his boys aren’t. They have more integrity than you.

The trooper remains uneasy, as if he’s implicated a higher ranking official by tattling to his battalion general. “Yeah… Er, yes, sir.” The only reason he came to Anakin was because of the close nature of his relationship with the Commander.

“It’s loaded dice, Lieutenant.” Anakin replies, certain without the need to check. He’s aware of your past, and how you use it to take advantage of those too trusting. Playing dishonestly in some light gambling isn’t the worst thing you’ve gotten away with. The thought of it pulls the other end of his lips into a smile. A devious plan forming in his head while his clone trooper bangs his fist against his palm in eureka.

“Ah, ha! Perfect, I’ll go tell the boys—“ That tone of triumph within the trooper, paired with his near escape, snaps Anakin’s mind to the present. His hand shoots out, clutching onto his subordinate’s upper arm, effectively arresting him.

“Lieutenant.”

Again, he’s nervous in his answer. “… Yes? Sir?”

Anakin’s close, lowering his voice so as to keep the matter between them. “Why don’t you let me handle this?”

“Oh, no way I’m playing scraps with a Jedi.” you interject as soon as your eyes lay on the smug face of Anakin Skywalker entering the room, cutting through the group of clones. You slump in your chair, crossing your arms.

“Not to worry, Commander,” Anakin draws a chair to sit down. “You have my word I won’t cheat.” he pronounces the word while holding your gaze, and you jerk your head away. Aside from being suspicious he’s remarkably accusatory, you’re worried his disapproval is driving him to expose your operation to humiliate you. It’s annoying how high of a horse he sits on. Anakin glances between the others at this little table, “Mind if I join?”

“—Not at all, General,”

“—‘Course not.”

The troopers reply, however you can smell the tension caused by their superior catching them in the act of partaking in a gambling game. Not just their boss, but a force sensitive as well. His word may be currency within the Order, but here it means jack when real money’s on the line. Luckily, the game only needs two to play.

You roll your eyes in reluctant compliance, and land all four legs of your chair onto the ground with a bang. Anakin remains unperturbed. In fact, he’s unwaveringly staring you down, awaiting your next move. So you oblige him, leaning forward to sweep your red pair of dice off the table into your hand. “Alright, well, you know the rules. Roll a seven, and you get the pot—“

Quick to interrupt you, you frown at the General for his outburst, “Unfortunately, I don’t have any money.”

You slow, and scoff in disbelief at his audacity. “So, why are you wasting my time then?” The foul disposition he created by inviting himself to this table is worsened by how obvious it is he’s keen on tripping you up.

“I thought we’d roll for a strip.” he responds. His body language is cool, and open. Curled forward with a palm on his thigh and his elbow resting on the surface. As if he’s so comfortable with offering that up, as if you’d take it. You roll your jaw while you consider it. When you take too long, his gaze sweeps across the crowding onlookers of clones. “Don’t you wanna give the boys a show?” There’s murmuring amongst the throng, and now you’ll look like a coward for refusing. Besides, there’s no way Anakin would win with a pair of dice like these.

You straighten, the dice noisily shaking in your fist, “Get ready to leave in your underwear, Skywalker.”

On dramatic cue, Anakin tucks his hand in between the layers of his robes, to retrieve a pair of white dice from his breast pocket.

“Actually, Commander, I want to use these. They’re lucky.” A phrase that derailed your confidence as easily as tipping over the first domino. Talking a big game, winning as much as you had before, it’d be obvious you weren’t playing fair as soon as you roll with these. However, you can’t deny it now or else look completely guilty.

Anakin witnesses you visibly shift in expression, adjusting in your seat to call attention away from it as you clear your throat. That cocky energy dissolves before his eyes as you shove your own lucky charms into your pants, and silently ask for his with an outstretched palm. He pours them into your hand.

It isn’t long at all before you sit, cold, in your metal chair. Disrobed and bare, save for your panties and bralette. You tap your arm impatiently, the stressed vein pronounced in the skin of your forehead as you pray on Anakin’s downfall for revenge. He cares not, delighted even, as he collects his winning die from the table one by one.

It’s what you get for taking advantage of his battalion.

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The Wrecker and the Ogre

Yes, this is the title for Ogerpon!Miko in TFP cause why not? The Pokemon in general is based on the tale of Momotaro if it was a role swap. What you'll find here will be a mix of shenanigans than just plot relevance. It's Miko. You should expect this.

For those wondering what she looks like here, Miko's horns have hot pink highlights on the sides and tips similar to her canon counterpart. The leaf bang on her head is also hot pink in color. Upon being taken into the Autobot's care, Miko is given a green ribbon from Bulkhead with the team emblem in bright red. It's tied to her right horn in a little bow.

Before the Autobots became into their lives, Miko lived at the school. Constantly stealing art supplies or food whenever possible and slept practically everywhere. Teacher's desk? You can see her footprints there. Principal's chair? Bloke still wonders how ivy got inside the school. This is part of her night routine.

Daytime is watching the classrooms from inside the vents and copies what they do. Miko taught herself how to read but also write partly because of these observations. She tends to hold quite a grudge against bullies. Miko often toss rocks, jumpscare, vandalize the desks or make their turned in assignments disappear before the teacher can see. It depends on the bully in question as someone like Vince gets all that.

Befriending Raf and Jack further expanded her interactions outside of the school. Either boy tends to sneak Miko into their respective home just to hang out or for an impromptu sleepover. Jack saved up some extra money to get the Ogerpon a satchel so she can carry her stuff better. Raf offered up items that his siblings didn't want which includes her guitar and a sleeping bag.

Miko trusts them enough to look after her three other masks if she can't find a safe place to hide these precious items for the day. This is partly because the staff does a frequent search on the school grounds due to the constant thefts and vandalisms by her. Believe me when I say the two boys would've housed Miko at their place if they could.

Considering she isn't human, how the little mischief maker meet the Autobot? Raf took a leap of faith and asked Bumblebee to bring Miko along. The scout was obviously confused until the boy subtly call over to the Grass Type hiding in the bush. (Miko sees them off every time after school.)

You can bet the Autobots were so clueless while Jack was panicking cause when she had skip over to Bulkhead without a care. Fun fact! Miko almost ended up in RATCHET'S custody. Optimus obviously asked if the two knew what she was as he's pretty sure this isn't a native Earth species.

The severe lack of information made Ratchet the most capable in looking after Miko. However she threw that plan away and chose Bulkhead instead. Miko made it clear by ignoring Ratchet just to follow the Wrecker around. Thus Bulkhead takes her to Ratty for mandatory check ups with little issue.

Any documentation about Miko is handled not just by our dear medic but also Optimus as well. The Ogerpon is an unknown species and the Autobot Leader was an archivist. Curiosity nor hobby like interest isn't something even a divine pacemaker can remove. He's also in charge of her lessons too.

Jack and Raf did give them all the information they know from hanging out with Miko. A little sheet that help make some of her antics less concerning as she stays at base. Miko tends to change which mask she wears around partly around her mood.

Cheerful? Then the Cornerstone Mask will be greeting everyone for awhile. Bored or sad results in the Wellspring Mask. Hearthflame easily matches when she is angry and upset. Otherwise, Miko wears the standard Teal Mask. It's a very useful mood reader as Bulkhead learns how to handle each emotion.

She didn't let any of the bots touch these masks for quite awhile though. These items are priceless possessions and Miko doesn't let just anyone handle them. A fair warning given by the other two members of the Jasper Trio. Once Miko does trust a bot, she shows it through 'accidentally' leaving her mask in their room for them to return.

Speaking of rooms, the Ogerpon becomes Bulkhead's roommate. Miko does have her own room but its more like storage since she likes sneaking into the Wrecker's room the most. Optimus and sometimes Bumblebee are the only ones not really bothered by the sudden invasion.

Here's the order of who she completely trusts btw: Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Optimus, Arcee, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen.

Miko doesn't exactly sit still at base either. If she isn't drawing, being taught how to speak, sleeping or eating then she's doing one of two things. Running around and playing about with full on zoomies. (Poor Ratchet as his stuff tends to get broken during that time.)

Or she's training somewhere on site unless Bulkhead takes her out an excursion. Miko is still a Pokemon, a Legendary btw, so the idea of battling tends to crop up over time. Not all the school stuff she vandalized is from mischief nor a grudge.

Here's her starting moveset as it will change the further we go in the show. Only move that remains is Ivy Cudgel. List of possible moves alongside stats for those curious.

Ivy Cudgel- The user strikes with an ivy wrapped cudgel. The move's type changes depending on the mask worn and it has a heightened chance for critical hits(does 3x damage.)

Horn Leech- The user drain the target's energy with its horns. Half the damage done is reverted into HP.

Vine Whip- Strikes the target with slender whiplike vines

Rock Tomb- User hurls boulders at their target with the chance of lowering the opponent's speed.

Some moves Miko learns occur during a very serious situation. Whether it is to protect others or through righteous fury, these particular techniques tend to be quite powerful. A little example is the move Spiky Shield. This attack protects the user but also deals damage to the attacker if its a physical strike. I wonder which opponent tends to get physical the most. 😏

Anytime Miko shows off a new move then it's an immediate visit to Ratchet. Bulkhead already flipped when she had shown up during a training session and shattered a boulder half his size with a single strike. It basically gone to the point where the Wrecker had to record such discoveries as it got in the way of the medic's schedule.

Since we are on the combat section, it's time to go into Terastallization. Miko can terastallize her masks to bring out her true powers. Whenever she does, those who have energy sensors will pick up a MASSIVE power surge. This landed Miko in multiple crossfires from the Decepticons to even MECH.

First time she terastallized is in Rock Bottom using the Teal Mask. Miko had enough at that point and to have Starscream near her partner was the last straw. Screamer sure as hell screamed in terror when a giant menacing crystal mask descended on him.

Everyone, even Bulkhead, thought it was a one time transformation. They were sorely mistaken when Miko terastallizes again in T.M.I with the Wellspring Mask(the whole situation severely upset her) against Knockout. It was after this that Optimus set out a rule.

Miko can't terastallize outside of base unless it's for important emergencies. Ratchet began to study the unknown energy although any major breakthroughs took longer as the four masks held important clues. And Miko didn't fully trust him yet for him to even look at one.

The last part for this involves the Wreckers. Discussions about what would happen post war is pretty common with the bots. It's usually saved when the kids are gone and Miko's fast asleep.

Bulkhead does want to see the universe but now he has another goal added to it. Take Miko with him and maybe find out where she came from. Its probably obvious that the little one been very lonely before she met the boys.

Bulkhead is scared as hell about being so in the dark about Miko. A worry that stems when she gotten a simple fever one day. Jack and Raf did their boost to show him how to handle it. Despite Miko recovering, it still frightened Bulkhead for quite awhile. Even moreso from how attached he's gotten to her. The same goes for the Wreckers as Miko absolutely wormed her way into their sparks.

You can bet your ass that the team convince Bulkhead to adopt her. Even Optimus as everyone knew those two need each other more than they know. Thus Bulkhead adopts Miko as his little sparkling.

You can compare him to the fun yet cautious kind of parent. He indulges Miko's antics as long as it doesn't get her in seriously trouble. Whether that be enjoying rock music, go dune bashing, or wrecking stuff. Bulkhead will go apeshit if someone dared harm a leaf on Miko's head.

If Bulkhead is her dad then Wheeljack is the chaotic uncle. Those two get into so much trouble that something not exploding in the next five minutes is considered an omen. Jackie is an absolute enabler about Miko going on missions and spoils her rotten.

Ultra Magnus can be compared to an awkward yet caring authority figure(hasn't found his familial spot). He sees a lot of potential in Miko but has a difficult time connecting with her. The mech definitely smiled upon seeing a mask in his room as it's a major milestone to him. Once the war is over, Ultra Magnus picks up various info that could help in Bulkhead's search for her origins.

Before I forget, Miko still does get the Apex Armor. What you guys don't know is that it is compatible to her Terastallization. Yup, a giant conduit to channel this immense power. She terastallizes the armor and it wears the giant crystal version of the current mask Miko has on.

If Wheeljack recorded the absolute smackdown laid on Predaking to share later, no one would fault him for it. Miko is going places as a Wrecker so why not mark her milestones? He won't mention anything about Bulkhead shedding a tear like the proud sire he is.

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