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2-dsimp · 2 months

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Yandere monster gang

Introducing the poltergeist

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(Fem! Reader)

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Cw: 🔞MDNI🔞 Slight smonophillia, slight degradation, slight rough play, facials, non-con, humiliation, titfuck, M! Oral receive

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Yandere poltergeist who loves to watch you at every second of the day, In his lonesome plane of existence since you were the only source of happiness he could get due to his unfortunate circumstances. Which made you feel chills and goosebumps prickle on your skin whenever you could feel a presence. It didn’t matter if you were eating, sleeping, changing, or even taking a shower you’ve always felt as if you weren’t alone.

Yandere poltergeist who’s not shy to say hello with a lecherous grin on his face as his materialized hand gave the fat of your ass a smack while you passed him walking down the hallway to your room. Making you squeak, startled from the invisible force that assaulted your butt. But to no avail you kept on moving with the motive of brushing it off as a weird occurrence trying not to dwell on it too much.

Yandere poltergeist who is an attention whore that finds it amusing to watch you shrivel up in fear and scramble to find logical explanations for the little pranks he’s done in mansion. By leaving harsh markings in the form of bites or scratches that form scraggly initials on your skin, jerking off traces of his essence into the foods that you cook, and messily smearing mysterious goop on your panties, bras, and sheets on your bed so that it stains. He just loved the adorable expression of confusion and conflict making your face scrunch up in a cute frown.

Yandere poltergeist who was slowly starting to get irritated from the lack of reactions he’s been getting from you as you became more accustomed to the strange instances of random noises, missing items, knocked over books, and featherlight caresses of your body. The last straw was when you invited someone over without his permission his vision turning red as he saw them putting their hands over what’s his.

Yandere poltergeist that decides to take it into his own hands to punish his darling…

Yandere poltergeist who hovers above your defenseless body sprawled out in the bed. While he began to start using up the energy he’s saved up in return for halting his daily routine of actively haunting his darling. Taking advantage of the fact that you’re a heavy sleeper he put the ropes he found in the basement to use and tied your wrists and ankles down to the bed post. He planned to teach his darling some manners and make it so you respected his house rules.

Yandere poltergeist who greedily caresses every curve and crease of your skin while practically tearing off the thin layers of your sleeping pajamas. Exposing your breast and delectable pussy to his viewing pleasure before he uses his cold materialized hands to roughly grope and tweak at your hardened nipples which jolted you awake from your restful slumber as he’s leaving little love bites along the expanse of your neck.

Yandere poltergeist who smiles endearingly at your struggles and attempts at screaming for help at the sight of a faint mirage of a scruffy young lean man wearing glasses straddling you. while he continues to defile your body with his throbbing cold length that rubbed against your belly button getting coated in his slimy pre. As he makes his way up towards your breasts dragging the fat leaking tip between the valley of your generous mounds.

Yandere poltergeist that sandwiched his pulsating cock in between your tits using his hands to take your soft flesh and languid thrusts up against your pursed lips in rapid succession. Enjoying the way your boobs bounced and jiggled with every jab of his translucent dick that kept on prodding at your full lips.

Yandere poltergeist that whispered words of flith into your ears

”I love it when you struggle sweetheart it turns me on so much that I wanna ruin you”

“Now Why don’t you open that sweet mouth of yours and suck my cock like a good little slut”

Yandere poltergeist who takes his hand and forcefully squish your cheeks so your lips open into an o shape perfect for him to fully rock himself inside the moist cavern of your mouth hissing at the blissful feel of you having no choice but to suck on his twitching dick violating your throat.

Yandere poltergeist who doesn’t last long due to having no prolonged physical contact in years and plants his hips against your face driving his the tip of his balls deep down your throat expelling all the pent up cum he had stored in his transparent balls with a relaxed moan.

Yandere poltergeist Having some semblance to realize that you were choking on his dick and begrudgingly pulled out from your mouth with a small pop and continued to spurt lines of his semen all over your face, neck, and tits. His eyes filled with desire and satisfaction at your lewd state enjoying the embarrassment and defeat washed on your face. Oh he was going to have so much fun with all the plans he’s got stored for his dearest houseguest.

Yandere poltergeist who will haunt you forevermore and keep his pretty houseguest as his sole form of entertainment

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melovelydove · 1 year

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Stuck in the Middle

Taiju Shiba x Reader x South Terano

A/N: I love both of these men, even tho I know I'm not to, but what can I say, I love me some big strong men (and big strong women but that is beside the pont)

Purple=Both

South=Green

Taiju=Blue

Pink=You

Warning: Smut, Threesome, Fluff, Arguing/Fighting(the guys do), Blood, Cuddles, Daddy kink, Pet names(princess, kitten, etc.), and Cursing

Living with 2 men who were really tall and strong was a bit difficult. South being 7 ft and Tajiu being 6,5 was kinda difficult and them being in different gangs made it a bit more of a problem because it was hard for them to get along half of the time.

You had meant South on the day you were doing a bit of grocery shopping with your mom and spotted him staring at a shelf of (Your favorite snack) and you were to scared to ask him to move because of his terrifying hight so you waited. When South finally moved out the way you smiled and immediately went to the shelf and tried to reach for them but unfortunately they were on the top shelf so you tried to stand on the bottom shelf to grab them and as you grabbed them, you slipped and was falling. You closed your eyes waiting for the impact of the ground only to feel a par of arms under you. You opened your eyes and see South staring down at you. You had immediately got up from him and bowed. "T-thank you!" , He continued to stare at you before smiling a bit, "no problem, I'm South or Minami Terano..", you were shocked a bit before blushing from the way he stood over you. You smiled back, "(Y-Y/N) (L/N)".

Now when you met Taiju it wasn't at all this peaceful. You were literally just minding your business and you turn the corner to see a group of guys on the ground and one getting the SHIT beat out of him by Taiju. You had froze up at the scene in front of you. "U-um...". He looks over and drops the guy he was holding. "Shit...Tch.". You look up at the man and he began to walk towards you and once he was near you, he stood over you. "What.", "N-nothing..", He continued to stare down at you before grabbing out his phone and handing it to you. "Huh?!", "Your number, give it to me", before typing your number into his phone, "I'm Taiju. You?", You bite your lip a bit not knowing if you should give him your name, "I'm (Y/n).."

Ever since those days they have just been following you around like 2 huge angry looking dogs protecting their toy, although half of the time they dont get along.

Today was odd, you woke up as usual to do your daily routine:

Get up

Shower and brush you teeth

Get dessed

Eat breakfast

Watch tv

Then wait a while till you had to go to work

But to was different, it was... Quite?

By now your show would have interrupted by the sound of 2 loud voices and banging on the door at the same time every day but it's wasn't. Which you were grateful for till seconds later, there it was, the sounds of yelling from 2 of the tallest men you ever met. As you got up and opened the door you were greeted by Taiju pushing South and South pulling Taiju's hair. "Oh my god! Can the 2 of you please try and get along!", You go inside leaving the door open. "Oh princess I'm sorry, this BASTURD just won't fuck off". "YOU PIECE OF SH-", "AHHHHH Shut up!! Is there any way you can actually get along?", they look at each other, "Tch." They look away from each other. "Hell no." South walks to the couch and sits down, legs open wide, man strading with his arms swing behind the sofa, as Taiju leans on the wall.

"Is there anything you both like that you can use to help you get along?"

That was the line that got you into this mess.

Sandwich between the 2 men on the couch with only your underwear on and them in only their boxers.

Taiju under you, laying on his back with you and South between his legs and his mouth pressed up against your breast with your nipple being played with by his tongue.

South right behide you grinding his dick against your ass with his hands on your hips.

"A-Ahh South! Taiju! H-hold on wait a min- Ahh! Stop i-it!~" You moaned out as Taiju grinded his fingers against your clothed clit with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Just relax" Taiju spoke before placing a large hand again your breast, "I can promise you it's gonna feel nice and good, we will try our best not to hurt you" He chuckles before kissing you and South begins kissing your shoulder.

"We're gonna take good care of you" South spoke up.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers south #tokyo revengers taiju #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers taiju shiba #taiju shiba #south terano x reader #south terano #taiju shiba x reader #tokyo rev smut #terano south x reader #terano south x reader x taiju shiba

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infinityerlingx · 1 year

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Missing Person

pairing - rafe cameron(oc) x (fem)reader

plot - you being stranded on poguelandia for a whole month, somehow managing to get back home, and back to rafe

genre - fluff / tiny bit of angst

warnings - thoughts of loosing someone, heartbreak, season 3 spoilers

a/n - switched this up a bit where rafe wasn’t the reason that the pogues were stranded in the first place and he wasn’t captured by Singh either :) plus my oc of him bc I wanted him to be a right softy in this !!

With every passing day where you were stranded on the island, your heart broke that tiny bit more of being away from your boyfriend and not knowing how he was dealing with you being missing. Everyone in the group could sense your feelings, Pope really being the one to comfort you through it all, the whole gang were there for you but Pope just went that extra bit further to take your mind of it.

Bear in mind, none of the gang liked your boyfriend particularly considering everything he had done to them in the past few years, but they saw how happy he made you and they pushed any negativity to the back of their mind and let you be happy with him.

After many many days, you had finally been rescued, that’s what you all thought anyway, but crash landing down in Barbados with a man who was setting you up wasn’t exactly in your daily plans. However a few days had passed, Kiara had been captured and the gang had managed to help her free again, you were back in Kildare.

You lived next door to Kiara, hence the reason you had known her for the longest. The pair of you walking home, your mind drifted to Rafe every so often, but you had passed Tannyhill on the way home, and it looked abandoned, all of the lights switched off, the curtains all drawn, you were convinced that no one was there.

You finally left Kiara’s side after a little while, letting her see her family whilst you went to go see your own. You stood on your family doorstep, looking up at the white door, the modern house a contrast to how your friends lived, however you didn’t class yourself as a ‘kook’ you were just like Kiara, a foot in both worlds. You raised your hand to knock at the door, you heard a sigh from inside the house followed by a ‘how many reporters do they need to send a day’ by your mother, who’s eyes locked with yours through the glass on the door, her mouth dropped in shock as she fumbled for the house key, unlocking the door, pulling it open and staring at you in awe.

“Y/N, you’re home” She whispered, not believing her eyes. Her eyes prickling with tears, she was quick to pull you into her for a hug. Your dad was quick to leave the kitchen as soon as he heard your name, nothing you and your mother in the doorway. Your mother stepped aside letting your dad have some time with you. You and your dad had a special relationship, he was always so supportive of everything you were doing and everyone that you became friends with, he loved the pogues and he got along with your boyfriend so well.

“I missed you Dad” You whispered, giving him a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you too angel” He spoke quietly. “Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up and changed and we can have a family night, a much needed one” In which you couldn’t agree more, nodding your head before pulling away from the hug and stepping aside to let your mother close the door and letting you go to your room.

You opened your bedroom door, the interior just how you left it, your bed freshly made as if your mother had been coming in everyday to make sure everything was perfect for your return, your favourite picture of you and Rafe sat on your bedside table in a pretty frame. The view of the beach from your bedroom window, everything was just how you left it and you couldn’t feel more at home, however there was still something missing and you knew that that was Rafe.

After a long shower you got yourself changed into some denim shorts and a vest top, slipping on your converse before going back downstairs, wanting to go for a small walk along the beach. You let your parents know, who were very reluctant in letting you go at first, but they knew it’s what you wanted and you wouldn’t disappear on them again, they had to trust you.

As you were getting yourself ready, your eyes panned to the television. The news headline stating “Missing teens return back home after a month missing” you felt your heart drop, you actually were declared missing, and to randomly appear back in everyone’s life again, you felt weird.

Meanwhile on the other side of the island, in one of the many beach bars, Rafe sat in the corner, his eyes fixated on his bottle of beer in front of him, another day of you not coming back to him, he had spent every day searching Kildare to find you, he knew it wasn’t like you to just disappear off the rails, so he knew that wherever you were, you were definitely struggling. His hands clammy as he sat in silence, his brain fogging over with thoughts. However his eyes snapped up and all of his senses came back as he heard the news, his eyes landing straight on the television in front of him, he read the headline over and over again, his heartbeat quickening in his chest.

You were back.

He was quick to get up, making everyone look at him at his sudden movements. He took long strides, racing his own pace to get to his truck outside, quickly jumping in the drivers seat and began driving to the one place he thought you would be. Your home.

Rafe knocked quite loudly on your front door, however he was disappointed once again when he met your fathers gaze.

“She’s home Rafe” Was all your father needed to say to make Rafe’s entire body cheer up tears pricked at his eyes. “Well, she’s not home right now, she took a walk to the beach, you’ll be able to find her there” Rafe couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips, as he quickly thanked your dad, shaking his hand and leaving your doorway once again, not heading to his car, but the quiet path that he knew you always took.

His footsteps were quick as were his long strides through the wooded path that lead him out to your favourite part of the beach, he should’ve suspected that you were here in the first place, it was the place where you had your first ever conversation with Rafe, where you had your first date, and the place that you spent long days in summer. He emerged from the palm trees, his feet landing softly on the sand, his eyes scanning around the beach for you.

That was until his eyes landed on your figure, sitting beside the edge of the water, watching the sea. Rafe felt his palms get sweaty, his heart rate quickening from the sight of you. You were finally back. After a long month of searching the whole island for you. You were home. He still stood at the start of the beach, his eyes fixated on your figure, at least 100 feet away from you. His mind racing with ways of approaching you.

What Rafe didn’t realise was how much he actually needed you, everyday was such a struggle for him, waking up everyday knowing that you weren’t with him, and he had no idea of your whereabouts. He sent you multiple messages every day and you never replied, in your defence you lost your phone along the way. Every night he went to bed, his heartstrings tearing as he pulled your hoodie to his chest, breathing in your scent, that being the only way he could sleep some nights. He longed for you, some nights, he found himself sitting at the beach you were at right now, his mind racing with all of the memories you had both made there. There was no one like you, many girls came up to him whilst you were missing, obviously flirting with him, all of them thinking they would finally have a chance now you were out of the picture but he just sat in a trance, blocking out every word that left their lips, sometimes even leaving the bar he was at, going home and sitting at the kitchen island, tears freely rolling down his face. He built up such a wall, however with every passing day, it crumbled and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on, but here you were.

You were the light at the end of the tunnel.

Tears stung in his eyes as he slowly approached you. You could feel the presence of someone on the beach with you, your head turning, looking around the beach, however your eyes quickly landed on him. Your Rafe. He was really there, you weren’t dreaming him anymore. He was there. You couldn’t get up any quicker, Rafe watching you, as he still walked over, a huge smile taking over his features, his vision blurry with tears.

“Rafe” You sighed in content, your heart racing as you stepped towards him. Rafe quickened up his steps, stopping right at your body, you were quick to wrap your arms around him, his going right around your body, his chin resting on top of your head, yours rested on his chest, his heart pounding in his chest. He pulled away after a minute or so, his hands finding your cheeks, his eyes scanning your whole face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry Rafe, I missed you so much” You spoke, your words getting caught in your throat. Your hands travelled to the back of his neck, his hands left your face and pulled you back into him.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, however you didn’t feel him settle, the sobs racking through his body, you felt him shake against you. Your heart broke even further at the thought of him getting himself so worried about you. “I’m so sorry Rafe, I’m here” He squeezed your body even tighter in response. You felt your body shake with the upset of it all. You finally had him with you again, a month of dreaming of him coming to find you every night, he was here. You stood with him for a few minutes, before pulling away once you felt him calm down. Your hands found his cheeks, wiping away the tears away.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier, I traced the whole island looking for you, I was never giving up on you, ever.” You felt your heart break even more at the thought of him doing anything he could to help find you. Your hands trailed to the back of his neck again, pulling him that bit closer. Keeping him close to you, his hands found your face again, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “Where were you anyway?” He questioned you softly.

“We were on some deserted island near Barbados” You sighed, all of the memories flooding back at an instant, overwhelming you. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. “I- I dreamt every night that you would come and rescue us, I missed you so much Rafe, everyone knew that I needed you” You sobbed quietly.

“I’m here now baby, no one’s every gonna take you away from me again you understand that?” He spoke, pulling you back for a cuddle. His hand on the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest. “I’ve got you” He whispered softly. You pulled away again, wiping your eyes yourself, stepping away from Rafe’s arms, sitting yourself back down on the sand, before turning your head and telling him to come and join you. He sat himself down right next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, keeping you close, your head rested on his shoulder.

You looked up at Rafe, who was staring out at sea, the colours of the sky changing with every passing moment. You took in all of his features, the freshly buzzed hair, which took you completely by surprise as you lifted your hand once more, scratching your nails along his scalp. “Your hair?” You questioned quietly, as Rafe sighed in content at the feeling of you being with him again.

“Yeah, I shaved it a few weeks back, was annoying me, do you like it?” He asked, making sure that you weren’t upset with his new look, feeling insecure all of a sudden.

“I love it Rafe, it’s very you” You smiled, and for the first time, Rafe felt himself completely relaxed, seeing you smile brought one to his own lips. “There’s that smile I’ve missed” You whispered, making him smile that bit more.

Rafe’s eyes drifted from your own to your lips, leaning in that bit closer, before slotting his lips against yours. His free hand lifted, holding your cheek, his thumb stroking over your skin. The two of you fitted against each other perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Your eyes fluttered shut, keeping the kiss soft, not wanting to take it any further, you were just completely content being back with your boyfriend. There was no feeling like it. Rafe was the first one to pull away, resting his forehead against your own.

“I love you so much” He whispered, peppering kisses on your lips, nose and forehead.

“I love you Rafe” You replied, giving him another sweet kiss, before slotting yourself in between his thighs, your back pressed to his chest as you watched the remainder of the sunset. Rafe leant his head on your shoulder, turning his head every so often, leaving soft kisses to your neck, shoulder, jawline, anywhere he could reach. His arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on top of his own.

Moments like this were ones that you always cherished, moments where you had Rafe all to yourself, none of your friends about, you longed for days like that when you were on the island. Now you were back, you weren’t taking any of it for granted ever again.

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d0g0r0t · 7 months

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Toby with a motherly figure partner ? 🫶🫶

Toby x motherly lover

At first he didn't really interact with you. He would watch you from afar and how you treated the others

You acted like a mother to all of them. Cooking for them, playing with them, helping them, breaking up fights, comforting them... it reminds him of his own mother

The first time he got to actually experience your motherly acts was when him and Tim got into a fight

After sorting things out you came to him with the sweetest eyes and gentle touch. Just seeing the way you cold things down made him feel so fuzzy

He wanted to get closer to you bit he was to awkward. He saw how you delt with EVERYONE and how it drained you and he didn't want to add to that

One day after a big fight between a few others he walked up to you and asked if you were ok

The sad and exhausted look in your eyes made him pity you. You actually TRIED to be a decent human after your mistakes and ending up here. You cared unlike everyone else

He just let you rant to him for hours about what you've gone threw and how you got here and why you act like this

The more he learned about you the more he fell

When you two got closer you did EVERYTHING for him. Cook him meals, help him clean up, fix his wounds, comfort him, take care of things he couldn't, brush his hair, help him when to shower and brush his teeth and self-care, got him things...

He felt like he was milking you dry.

You would always be there to care but no one did the same for you

You would snuggle up with him as he ranted about things

Watching movies and shows with him

You did everything

You went threw so much and you still cared and treated him like a human

He would grab you hand and follow you around like a child as you did your daily tasks

He loved watching you interact with kids. Using that sweet voice of yours and soft eyes. And how you delt with bad kids and got them to listen

You were magic

My fault gang I didn't know what else to put low-key 💀

#creepypasta #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #slenderman #toby rogers #x reader #crp

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Taiju

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ WARNINGS: Sub!Reader, mentions of sex while pregnant, anal, choking, daddy kink, oral (m! And f! Receiving), breeding

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ He's very gentle after, no matter how rough He was before

ꕤ makes sure you’re okay and helps you to clean up, will cuddle you if you ask

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ He likes his biceps because He's strong and you made him like his hands again, knowing He can be gentle

ꕤ on you He likes your chest and your smile, his heart could explode when you give him one of your sweet smiles

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ Always in you, doesn't want to waste a drop of his cum

ꕤ He cums quite a lot and it's rather thin, almost translucent and tastes slightly bitter but nothing too bad

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ He really wants to fuck you while you’re pregnant with his child, it's the hottest thing to imagine for him but He would never do it unless you suggest it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ despite what people believe since He was in a Gang and all He saved himself for marriage

ꕤ all the experience He had was from porn and magazines but he's a natural, reading your body language well

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ face down, ass up or mating press

ꕤ loves to have full control over you as He pounds his release Into you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ given that Taiju isn’t really a goofy person he's also quite serious in bed

ꕤ But not in an awkward poker face way, more in a concentrated way

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He either has a small bush or trims it, depends on how he's feeling lately

ꕤ if you want him to shave it off He would gladly do so for you - but only if you go bare as well

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He went all out on your wedding night, candles and rose petals formed to a heart on the bed on which He rocked into you with utmost care

ꕤ But those romantic moments are reserved for special occasions

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ Before marriage He had to almost daily, getting frustrated from how much you turn him on

ꕤ now He just asks his pretty wife to take care of him, a simple hand job would be enough as long as it's from you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ Daddy kink, breeding kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia

ꕤ likes to choke you as well if the mood is right

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ Mainly on the bed or the shower

ꕤ He's a very private man so mostly in your apartment

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ having You dressed up in white lace, looking all innocent and submissive

ꕤ When you listen to what He tells you to do without questioning it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ fear play, non con, sharing you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ prefers receiving, especially if you initiate and sit on the floor between his legs and let him guide you

ꕤ if you ask him to, He will also eat you out, prefers to have you sitting on his face then but you're only allowed to get off of him when He had enough

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He's quite brutal, pounding into you so his balls slap against your skin over and over

ꕤ even during the romantic times He can’t help himself but to pound into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ doesn't like them at all

ꕤ wants to have as much time with his wife as He wants. If there's no time He makes time for it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He would never do anything in public, maybe the staff room of his restaurant after closing time

ꕤ otherwise He would try out things He thinks would be nice or if you ask him for it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ He can go 4-5 rounds and lasts quite long as well

ꕤ there's no time needed between each round, wanting to fill you up as many times as He can

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He doesn't own any toys for himself but has a pretty collar for you and a few small toys He likes to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ not much, He prefers to overstimulate until you're crying

ꕤ don't even think about teasing him, He will only get mad

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ He's growling a lot and moans very low when He cums

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ if He gets angry with you He punishes you right away, either by refusing you an orgasm or by taking you from behind, bullying his cock into your ass

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ nice length of 8 inches but he's very thick, you can't wrap your hand around him completely and it does hurt without some prepping

ꕤ He's cut and has a red tip, and two veins that connect into one on the side of his shaft

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ very high, especially if you're trying for a child

ꕤ if it's up to him you two are at it like bunnies

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ The more rounds you two had, the faster He falls asleep

ꕤ But no matter how tired He is, He will always clean you up and make sure you’re okay and feel loved

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #taiju x reader #taiju x you #taiju smut #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #repost ♡

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Sy, I am Backup

pairing: Captain Syverson x Girlfriend!Sniper!Reader

summary: Reader is like a total badass super deadly sniper and she leads like a badass group of women who are also deadly soldiers. Anyways the ladies are called in to help rescue Sy and his team? (requested by @stormcloudss )

Warnings: Gun Violence

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“You sure you’ll be okay baby? You know the girls and I are always on call to help?” Y/n said helping pack her boyfriend Sy’s backpack for his next mission at his recent position, commander. “I know sugar, but i’d rather not put you into danger, ya know this” Sy huffed throwing on his boots before hotly kissing his woman goodbye and off he went.

Y/n L/n, wasn’t the most innocent, with her being head of the sniping division, she had quite the talent herself. In fact that’s how Sy and her met, they were put into the same training group at the deployment centre, and voila. Sy couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this amazing woman, not only was she able to carry herself, but Sy as well (Literally)

Now 7 months down the line the two had moved in together and were finally getting serious, until the dreaded call came. They needed Sy out there again, luckily it was only a short drive and a smaller scale task, but still all the more dangerous. Even though Sy was mean and scary to others, to Y/n he was nothing but her big baby that asked to share showers, kisses and cuddles on the daily.

“Ok I don’t have a good feeling about this” Y/n whispered to herself and calling up her fellow girls on their groupchat, watching as Sy’s truck pulled off and out of their home’s driveway. Rifling through her old gear, Y/n got out her old suit and equipment with the phone stuck between her ear and shoulder.

Steph: God did I think we would never talk again, Miss L/n

Y/n: Come on now Steph, it’s only been two months

Grace: Did commander send us a task or something?

Y/n: No but he sent Sy’s team one, a drug bust, which is unusual because how violent could it get for soldiers to be there

Sophie: Jesus there must be bombs or something, there’s no way it’s just a drug bust

Y/n: That’s what i’m sayin! Which is why I think we need to get ready girls-

Stephanie: Woah woah owah, ready for what?

Y/n: Look, all of our men are on that squad, and we know damn well their general is going to hound us for backup

Grace: She’s got a point, we are the most experienced snipers around the place

Stephanie: I can’t believe i’m actually agreeing to this, meet y’all at L/n’s place in 15

Sophie: Omg the gang is back together

Within a half hour, all four girls were stood in the living room, strapped into their camo gear. Hairs in ponytails, heavy duty boots in tow and let’s not forget them reloading their customised weapons of war. Each different sniper sporting a different colour, each representing each woman’s aura. Y/n’s was a strong deep red, you can guess the reasoning for that.

“So what do we just wait here or something? How do we even know they’ll need us, there’s like 6 of them” Grace asked setting down her green sniper and sitting down onto the velvet white couch.

“Because of this” Y/n rushed out showing them the newest message from their commander

General L/n, assistance is needed at (insert address) Be prepared for situations 302 and 105. Mild casualties reported, enter from the side and take position. You know what to do.

“302? That means mild explosives does it not” Sophie asked looking at the phone herself, her hand reaching for her purple sniper, her fingertips tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.

“Yeah and 105, means outnumbered. Holy shit girls, we got ourselves a good one” Grace shouted getting up, the rest of them following her out of the house and into the one van they were going to use.

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Reaching the destination which seemed to be a dingy old warehouse, the girls got a glimpse of the amount of men walking in and out of the building, not their own men of course. Slinging on their extra ammo and their snipers, the girls found a wide enough pipe system for them to climb up skilfully. Y/n the first one to end up onto the roof, found herself a nice little spot with an opening straight into the warehouse. Setting up her stand and sniper, peeked into her scope and saw Sy’s squad.

Oh my were they outnumbered, they were practically surrounded, all of them tied up and some were clearly bleeding out. Just how strong were these other men? I mean granted there must be 100 of them, but wow.

Y/n felt her breath hitch when she saw her man, Sy, sitting dejectedly against a pile of cardboard boxes. His face still as brave as ever, but this time sporting more than a few cuts with blood running down his face. Y/n was going to kill these sons of bitches even if it was the last thing she did.

Looking up around the roof, Y/n saw that the other three girls were also raging, all of them nodding at each other before focusing down at their targets. Y/n found her first shot, a bald man who was tattooed all over, he seemed to be the one giving the orders.

Counting down under her breath

“3, 2, 1” And the trigger went off, the bullet embedding itself into the man’s head, instantly knocking him into the ground.

“Gotcha asshole” Y/n whispered loading up her next bullet, hearing all the men down below go into chaos at who shot their boss, the other three girls taking down what was assumed to be his right hand men. Leaving only the pawns of this vigilante group, when all of a sudden, Grace found herself making eye contact with one of the men, his smirk revealing golden teeth and a horrid face.

“Shit shit shit, i’ve been spotted, we gotta go now!” Grace shouted slinging back on her gun and running to the other girls, everyone hearing the men shouting up the side of the compound before they felt the shaking of the pipe system. Their only way down.

“Ok fuck uh- we gotta jump” Y/n rushed out looking over the hole she was spying on, noticing the high stack of cardboard boxes that could break their fall.

“Ok L/n even if we jump, we have to somehow get six injured men into a van, how does that work?”

“Let me take care of that, you guys jump and get them all into the van. If i’m not there in 10 minutes, leave without me yeah?” Y/n said stepping away from the hole and putting the other girls forward towards it.

“The fuck do you mean? Sy will kill us if anything happens to you, plus we can’t just leave you. No man left behind” Steph shouted

“Look, I won’t be left behind if this fucking works ok?! Now just go!” Y/n shouted, seeing the three girls salute to her before each taking their turn to jump onto the boxes, when all of a sudden Y/n heard the sound of metal behind her. They were here.

“Well, it’s just a little lady, musta got lost?” The front man said, twirling a pistol in his hands,

Within seconds Y/n had aimed her sniper and had shot the man full force sending him off the edge of the building, “Bring it on you filthy fuckers” She shouted loading in another round and going to town at the men in front of her, whilst running about trying to dodger bullets

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Grace, Sophie and Steph despite hurting their feet in the landing had now found themselves alone with their soldiers, untying them rapidly until a gruff hand pulled Sophie’s, “Where’s Y/n? I know she’s in your division. Agent L/n” Sy asked desperately limping, Sophie couldn’t help but stay quiet and instead looking towards the ceiling where they heard a loud cry say “OW FUCK SAKE” A woman’s cry.

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Y/n had near wiped them out, leaving one man behind to step over the bodies of his comrades. Realising she had no more bullets left, the man smiled at the sound of the empty gun, aiming his gun towards her leg before shooting it, immediately sending her to the ground, “OW FUCK SAKE” Clutching onto her leg Y/n growled and groaned, watching the man step closer towards her, a victorious look on his face.

“Looks like you’re down sweetheart, how unfortunate, women are always pathetic” He spat laughing at her, walking back towards the pipe system, leaving her to lay there in agony.

“Not yet” Y/n groaned pulling the key out of the hand grenade she was wearing with her teeth, and throwing it as hard as she could towards him as he bent down to climb

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“I need to go back for Y/n, you fuckers don’t understand-“

“No trust me we didn’t want to leave her either, but her orders were to get you guys into the van and wait ten minutes” Grace said guarding the back of the van which held the 6 grateful men, thankfully all of them only having mild injuries ranging from dislocations to cuts

*BOOM*

Shattering their conversation, everyone watched as a man's body blew up mid air, parts of the building edge being blown up to pieces. Everyone going silent at the thoughts in their heads,

"get the fuck out of my way or i'll make you" Sy growled, Grace immediately sighing and letting him step out, his now bandaged leg giving him the ability to somehow walk strongly. Sy groaned as he pulled himself up the pipe system, his heartbeat pounding in his ears at the fear of what's happened to his beloved girlfriend. His first love as well as that.

Relief filling him as he looked over the edge and saw a very much conscious and in pain

Y/n, who still had that same smirk on her face, “Told you I was here for backup baby” She shouted watching him shake his head and walk over to her,

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, ya hear me?” Smashing his lips onto hers as if she would disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough, that’s how he felt.

(A few weeks later)

“Baby can I have a chocolate bar please” Y/n shouted from the living room, her casted leg set up on the couch, with Aika licking at her exposed toes.

“Comin’ right up honey” Sy said walking into the kitchen before settling beside her, her head falling on his chest with his arms wrapped around her shoulder.

“So about our next mission-“

“Shut it sugar, we’re not going anywhere anymore, not after that last scenario. We are done baby”

“What do you mean done? We can’t just quit?” Y/n questioned looking up at him confused, his lips pressing soft kisses to her temple and cheeks

“Of course not, but parental leave is a thing i’m sure we could get” He shrugged smirking down at her, taking a swig of his beer before taking a deep inhale in her neck, smelling her sweet peachy scent that he oh loved so much. A bit too much actually.

“But we aren’t parents Sy- Wait- HOLD ON-“

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Hi Hi! How are you?

I read the Sal fic you wrote and I loved your writing. :)

So, here I am to ask for some angst with Sal x F!Reader, where she is Larry's younger sister (two years younger than him), and after his death, she starts drinking and smoking, because she's never done these things before, so when Sal realizes what's been going on, he tries to comfort her. Oh, and while she's drunk at the moment, she ends up confessing that she likes Sal.

Help || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - The gang is worried about you after the death of your brother Larry. Your best friend Ash asks Sal to go to your apartment and help you. When he arrives, he finds you drunk and a confession ensues.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Alcohol Consumption. Smoking (Cigarettes). Mentions Of Drug Use. Depression. Mentions Of Suicide. Slight Angst. Low Self-Esteem.

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The call came that night from Sal. You answered, already panicked since your brother didn't show up for dinner with Henry and your mother. "Hello?" You asked as soon as you picked up your phone.

"Y/N," came Sal's voice from the other end. He sounded like he'd been crying.

"Sal? Is everything okay?" You asked, heart dropping into your stomach at the sounds of sniffling coming from the other line.

"Larry's dead," was all he said. You were silent for a minute as you tried to compute what he had just blurted out. "Y/N?"

"What do you mean 'Larry's dead'?" You asked, panic evident in your voice.

"Come to the basement," Sal said before putting the phone down.

You rushed as fast as you could, bidding Henry and Lisa a quick goodbye before making your way down to the basement to meet Sal. When you arrived at the basement, Sal was nowhere to be found. So, you made your way outside to the treehouse you all frequently visited only to see him pacing up and down outside below the ladders. "Sal!" You called out, running over to him.

"Y/N," his voice came from behind his prosthetic. It broke as he said your name indicating that he had been, and still was, crying.

"Sal," you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Larry's dead," he sniffled, pointing to the treehouse. "He's dead Y/N! He killed himself!"

You didn't want to believe Sal. You wanted to believe that this was all just a sick, cruel joke that your brother had thought of but deep down in your heart you knew it wasn't. Sal continued pacing up and down outside the treehouse, your arm slipping off his shoulder as you stood staring up at the entrance in shock. Tears formed in your eyes, your brother couldn't be dead. You were on the phone to him not even an hour ago saying you were excited to spend some quality family time together. "Is he... Up there?" You asked, voice shaky.

Sal shook his head. "No, but look at these texts I got. I rushed over as soon as he sent them," Sal passed his phone to you and you scrolled through the texts Larry had sent to him. The tears fell from your eyes and your stomach turned.

Your brother really was dead.

After that day, your life had become more than miserable. You found solace in the bottom of bottles of alcohol and smoked in futile attempts to forget the pain you were feeling. You had isolated yourself from all of your friends, keeping yourself locked in your small apartment hardly ever seeing the light of day. Your best friend, Ash, had become really worried for you. After Larry's death, you had stopped taking care of yourself only brushing your teeth once every other day and showering when you needed to leave the apartment to get groceries once a month. "This is getting out of hand Y/N," Ash had said to you upon one of her daily check-ins with you.

"Did you even care about my brother?" You snapped, taking a swig from an almost empty bottle of whisky situated on your bedside table.

"Of course I did," Ash said sadly. "I loved your brother like he was my own brother but, he wouldn't want us to mourn like this."

"It doesn't matter what he would want, does it? He's dead."

Ash had left your apartment feeling so defeated. She knew you cared for Sal, loved him even, and would value his opinion more than anything she could ever say. So in an attempt to help you, Ash shot Sal a text asking him to go over to your apartment to speak to you. If anybody could help you, it would be him. As soon as Sal received the text from Ash he was quick to put on his prosthetic and his shoes and leave his home to head to yours. Sal had been worried sick about you over the last few months after all he cared for you more than he had ever cared for anybody. To see you hurting, to see you drinking and smoking, killed him inside.

When Sal reached your apartment, he knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. He stood patiently waiting and heard a few bumps followed by an "ow" before the door flung open, revealing you with a fresh bottle of whisky in your hands. "Sal," you slurred, opening your arms and throwing them around him, enveloping the man into a bone shattering hug.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, pulling away from the hug and staring down at you from his prosthetic.

"It depends," you giggled. "Are you drunk?"

"No. You know I don't drink Y/N," Sal said. He motioned his head to your apartment and sighed. "May I come in."

"Of course," you giggled again, stepping aside clumsily and allowing Sal to walk into your apartment.

You plopped down onto the sofa and took another drink of whisky before lighting up a cigarette. "You really shouldn't be smoking that in here," Sal said sternly as he watched you.

"Whyyyy?" You asked.

"Because this is an apartment complex," Sal explained. "You can't go lighting up cigarettes and blunts whenever you feel like it."

"You're boring," you said sillily, a pout on your lips. You looked at Sal as you took a drag from your cigarette. Despite his prosthetic you could feel the disappointment on his face. It shook you to your core. "Ash asked you to come didn't she?" You said after a few moments of silence. Sal nodded. "You wouldn't be here if she didn't. You don't care about me."

Sal's mouth hung open, his chin poking out the bottom of his prosthetic. He was shocked by what you had said. Sure, he wasn't the best at showing people but that didn't mean he didn't care. "I care about you Y/N," was all he could say in retaliation.

"No you don't," you sighed. "The only person who truly cared about me is dead."

"That's not true Y/N and you know it," Sal said. "This is just the alcohol talking."

"No it's not. This is how I really feel Sal," your eyes began to well up as you spoke and Sal felt his own eyes tear up. "Now that my brother's dead, why would you want to hang around with me? I'm useless!"

Sal placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed lightly. "You're not useless Y/N. You might be two years younger than me, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be around you."

"Then why haven't you been here?" You sniffled, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.

"You've been pushing everybody away Y/N. It's not healthy. We want to be there for you."

You stubbed your cigarette out in the ashtray that resided on your coffee table and took another sip of alcohol. The liquid burned your throat as it sipped down but, the burn felt good when you were feeling numb inside. You looked at Sal who sat on the sofa next to you and due to the drunken haziness of your vision, there were two of him. If it wasn't for his hand on your thigh, you wouldn't have known which one to look at as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry Sally," you hiccuped. "I never meant to push you away. Let alone you of all people." Sal tilted his head to the side and listened as you spoke to him. "I'm struggling. So much. Ever since Larry died, my life has felt empty. He was one of my best friends. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would have to live my life without him by my side."

"I know," Sal muttered. He moved his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears that were now flooding down your face with his thumb. "I know what you're going through right now. After my mum passed away, I felt exactly the same."

You heart clenched. Sal had been through so much in his short time on earth and it pained you. You looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you confidence, or maybe you were just crazy, but you never meant to blurt it out. "I love you Sally." Sal's eyes widened at your confession, but was quick to regain his composure. You loved him? As a friend or as something more? Thoughts were swirling around his mind but you continued to talk. "As soon as I laid eyes on you, I fell for you. And hard too. Larry used to tease me about it all the time," you let out a soft chuckle as you remembered fondly the time Larry had found out you had feelings for Sal. He had teased you so hard that your face went bright red and you locked yourself in your room for hours out of embarrassment.

"You do?" Sal asked, still in shock.

"Obviously," you slurred, taking another sip of whisky. Your face had heated up when you had realised you had just poured out your heart to someone you considered to be one of your best friends.

Sal placed his other hand on your other cheek so he was now cupping them both in either hand. He looked deep into your eyes and spoke slowly, "I love you too."

"You do?" You asked. Your heart was racing, beating so hard in your chest you swore Sal could hear the thumping of it against your ribcage through the silence.

"I always have," Sal admitted. "I never in a million years would have thought you'd look at me in the same way I look at you Y/N."

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked.

You were swaying from side-to-side, completely off your face drunk at this point. Sal wondered if you were telling the truth, and most importantly, if you'd remember any of this tomorrow when you woke up. Sal took a shaky breath. "Look at me. I wear a prosthetic. You haven't even seen my face, how could you love a monster like me?"

"You're not a monster Sal," you whispered. "You're the most kindest, most caring, most loving person I have ever met in my entire life."

"That means a lot coming from you," Sal smiled softly. "Now what do you say to going to sleep?"

"I don't know," you said. "I want to continue drinking."

"Please Y/N, please stop," Sal begged. "It's no good for you."

You thought for a moment before finally speaking. "I'll stop drinking if you promise me something?"

"Anything," Sal said breathlessly.

"Stay with me tonight?" You suggested, tearing up once more. "I don't want to be alone."

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need me," Sal smiled at you. You nodded and stood up, grabbing Sal's hand and leading him to your bedroom. You lay down over the sheets and within seconds you were snoring. Sal smiled to himself, watching as you slept peacefully. He really did love you and care for you more than anybody else on earth. He just hoped you remembered what you said in the morning, and that you could take things to the next level with your newfound relationship.

Requested by @httpjiikook <3 Sorry for making you wait so long, I hope that you like it and it was worth the wait.

Requests are OPEN but please specify if you'd like SFW or NSFW when requesting. I am currently struggling with my mental health and as a result have low motivation to write so please be patient if you do request anything!

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albeitinzane · 5 months

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my top surgery recovery tips

alrighty gang! im one week post op and i have tips for anyone who might need them in the future. this is likely prone to be updated/reblogged with more tips in the future once i'm further in recovery.

keep in mind that even a day after surgery i was pretty mobile and was able to do most things by myself, so these tips may not be as helpful for older trans people who would be slower to bounce back, people who are chronically ill or disabled and already have trouble with movement or surgical recovery, or just other people who don't recover as quickly. different bodies will react differently to surgery.

i also have surgical drains, which not all surgeons will provide (but my surgeon gives them to all top surgery patients). they will have quite a few tips of their own because they're annoying to manage.

and lastly, i had double incision top surgery, but i didn't get nipple grafts. if you do have nipple grafts, you have to wait 2 weeks to shower instead of just 2 days, since the grafts can't get wet.

get lots of zip ups, button ups, and oversized shirts or tank tops.

for the first few days, you won't be able to reach your arms high enough to put a shirt on; at least, not without help, and it's very annoying to do. the best option is to get button-ups or zip-ups with wide shoulders that are easy to pull on. bathrobes are really nice too.

if the hospital doesn't provide you with gauze, it's good to buy some (and some waterproof medical tape to keep it there).

while i didn't need gauze after a few days to cover up the scars because they had glue protecting them, one of my drain sides leaked quite a bit, and it got super itchy if it wasn't cleaned up right away. if there was gauze soaking up the leaks before it got too far, it really cut down the itchiness, and made for less mess i had to clean up (which is its own annoying and uncomfortable process)

make sure you have sweatpants or baggy/comfortable pants on hand; stuff that you don't need a belt to wear.

putting on pants is a pain in the ass, so you won't want to have to change them constantly. it's good to have comfortable pants you can wear for a while without wanting or needing to change them. i have a lot of pajama pants and they have been my best friend.

put anything you need to access daily on a lower shelf.

most of my bathroom stuff is in a 3 shelf mirror cabinet, and while everything i needed was on either the first or second shelf, the second shelf was still annoying, painful, and difficult to reach. putting everything on an easily accessible shelf level or setting them lower (though not on the floor because bending down to pick stuff up is also annoying) is way easier.

baby wipes. so many baby wipes.

generally speaking, your skin will be sore but you won't feel it when you touch it because of nerve damage that just comes with surgery. but it's still really sensitive in areas that weren't operated on, so cleaning up any mess with baby wipes (especially if you got grafts and can't shower) which are soft on your skin but good at removing residue or anything sticky is very useful. they've saved me so many times when i had drainage leaks.

cough drops.

after surgery, you're likely going to have a sore throat because of anesthesia. it's good to have some cough drops or tea on hand to soothe it.

make a mini beside table (BEFORE SURGERY!) with any nighttime items or pain medication.

i had a little nighttime stand with snacks, my pain medication, water, my tablet and phone, and a charger. this made it very easy to get anything i needed without potentially having to get up and walk into another room to get whatever i needed instead.

make sure you're with a friend or relative who you're comfortable with seeing you exposed and who's able to take time off to help you with anything.

even with my mobility, there was still a good handful of things i couldn't do by myself that i needed help with. i often needed help getting dressed, i can't do dishes, i can't cook for myself, and early on, i was often so sore that i needed help getting out of bed. having someone you trust to help you do any of this is essential, but that's true for almost any surgery.

get a belt that can get wet.

if you have drains, but no grafts, and you want to shower, you're going to want a belt to attach your drains to while you shower. having them hang free is very anxiety-inducing (at least, for me), so you might not be able to clean up as well with a belt on, and it might feel really uncomfortable, but it's better than having them swing free and potentially get pulled out too early.

stay safe everyone, and happy recovery for everyone getting top surgery!

edit: if anyone who's also had top would like to reblog with their own tips, i'll be sure to reblog them!

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ladythornofrivia · 1 year

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The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this).

Author’s Note: Great news! So I’m going to expand on this series with 2 more chapters! Yay! It’s a very long chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 6: I Dream of You

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He must’ve been dreaming.

Surely he must’ve.

After all, all he had ever done is eat, watch, shower and sleep. And a little bit of seven-minute cleaning the apartment—not counting Rindou’s space and the DJ equipment. Most of the time, throughout the day, he constantly thinking—and dreaming—about you, a kind and gentle soul with an enigmatic aura shrouded with alluring mystery all at once.

His nights were lonesome, but his dreams are filled with vibrancy with you, sprouting like flower on a chilled winter.

The day before Rindou went out, Ran is entirely decent, apart from his internal conflict. Ran kept moping until a moment of idea came to mind. Ran went up, until he earned a cough and a high-aching fever and a sore body from hanging out too much by the wide-range balcony beyond his bedroom. To think a cold wind and a warm daylight would bring him as a new distraction, failure befall upon him.

He wanted to make amends with you. He’d do anything to see you smile once again.

Days before he got sick, his research on the internet from the usage of his laptop is helpful and beyond complexity.

Rather, he’s astonished, immersed at the laptop screen.

Learning sign language. In Japanese, of course. When he was a child, Ran wanted to become a well-known celebrity. And being a well-known celebrity, with its status means having unlimited access to medical and daily affairs and materials with no problem—with fortune and famous, throwing money and well-made name to solve conflict is not an issue. Dreaming of having—hiring—a translator is one of them.

But, at one point, he noticed the pattern of his laziness, despite the his known reputation for the club and his status at the Roppongi’s high-end lifestyle. That is something to say he’s content the way it is. But not without your presence.

And so he practiced, for more than 2 hours, from learning in beginner’s mode, then slowly moving forward to the normal mode. He kept watching videos regarding on sign language. With a fresh mind, it’s easy for Ran. But now he’s sick, he has to tend to himself first.

Regardless of sickness, on a counting days before the battle with Tokyo Manji Gang, he yearned to get well. A little more hope would do the trick. Ran is so occupied, his realization hadn’t dawned upon him when he awoke the next day to find someone on the bed beside him.

You.

Pouted lips formed onto your sleeping visage, soft-angled brows crinkled and breathing relaxed.

If he were to scream, you’d fall from his bedside after his shocking reaction. But thankfully, nothing happened. His eyes taking it all in into your beauty, one thing he couldn’t deny.

You’re here in the flesh.

This wasn’t an illusion.

Or a dream within dreams.

This is real.

The bold and rich make up on your face weren’t smudged or stained onto his pillows and blanket.

Though he didn’t mind. Sheets and pillowcases are meant for washing, not decorating them until neglected. Unless if it’s permanently stained like red wine or pomegranate, it’s something that folks had to pay for him if they tend to stain it on purpose. But since it’s you, he wouldn’t demand or hurt you from scolding from his wrath that he was trying to hide from you. Up until now, he didn’t tell you he’s part of the gang—a new one, in fact.

So separating you—a part of his personal life—from Tenjiku would be best.

But he desired for you to be in his world. And him in yours.

He lay back on his bed beside you as his eyes were taking it all in from your sleeping figure. Before his hand could reach the blankets, he studied your stilled body, clad in nothing but the black dress and long evening gloves. Lines of your collar bone softly outlined as the soft arch on your neck is occupied by choker.

Breathtaking.

Normally, he’d compliment for the heck of it. He did it, so he could watch girls throw themselves at him, seeing their reactions amuses him. But when it comes to things that took him by surprise, he save compliments for anything special.

Make up or not, the memory of you never faded into his mind.

Gently, his hand roamed over to the side of your waist, lining it down with his gentle caress, along the soft and velvet material of your outfit choice, then trailing to your exposed skin.

Smooth and rejuvenated.

His eyes glanced over to your peaceful visage.

Angelic.

Upon Ran, a reddened shade summoned over his cheeks, recalling of the last dream he had dreamt, and vividly saw (y/n), naked and horny before his eyes.

As much as he wanted to touch you, he couldn’t bear the nature of playful boy get in the way; he didn’t want to put you in harm’s way. You appearing before him meant one thing: the opportunity has given him one last chance before it closes once more—locked forever.

Unsure, Ran let his grasp go from you, and yanked the blankets slowly. As the blanket reached near to his chest, he heard you whimpered in your sleep.

His heart stopped at the sound of your voice.

Trying to remain calm, Ran slept next to you, watching your shifted to a comfortable position as your mouth opened as if you’re talking. But no noise produced.

A little noise you made while stretching your arms up with your eyes closed made Ran’s heart skipped a beat. It was undeniably loud for his ears.

Prolonging his gaze, it’d be a terrible lie if he said that he wants to stop admiring you.

The frantic beat and motion within Ran dissipated, and yet, he wondered what you’re really reckoning, regarding towards himself. Whether it’d be good or bad, he’s ready.

Whether his hands to take a hold of you, he wanted to do so, but frightened he might lose one last chance.

Confession.

He has to be ready.

“(y/n),” he uttered, whispering as he felt his heart tightened. “You’re here.”

You’re really here.

His heart is jumping for joy yet terror, unknown of what the outcome is going to be if he keeps pressing onward. Going with the flow is the main option.

Your eyes fluttered open, your lips stretched to a wide yawn, arms high up, bones crackling. Eyes still closed as you sat up at the bed frame before opening them, seeing Ran watching her, his movement numbed with anxiety, yet a thrill spread—mingled.

Ran, you thought.

As your mouth opened and your limbs relaxed, Ran tackled you into a lock-tight hug.

His nose sniffed into your fresh-cut hairstyle you’ve adapted to. But his heart wrenched, the tears in his terrorized eyes dispersed into a one leap of relief. He hasn’t been relief this long since Rindou gotten himself injured or in danger.

With his alarming senses controlling, Ran doesn’t know what to do next. Hands shaken as he clutched you. He didn’t want to let go. Not this time.

He wanted to make things right.

He had to see your face.

Pulling himself back, there were tears in your eyes as you met his. This mystical feeling, it all spiraled into madness.

Ran watched you grabbing your new phone and typed and sent the message, then you unblocked him and changed his name back from “Roppongi’s Douchebag” to “Handsome Giant 💜” again.

Ran’s phone buzzed in his pocket and took it out, reading it.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back. :)”

“Where are you going,” he replied on the text.

“Secret.”

Then you rushed, off to God knows where. Ran obliged, despite being curious. While waiting for you to be back, Ran turned on the music, classical music, which it has been a while since his music is frequently loud and energetic. He went for a hot shower, first, then dried himself up with new fresh-laundry clothes. His complexion relaxed compare to the days before, as he did steps to his usual self-care on his skin, lips and teeth. He stayed for a while until his nostrils caught a scent of breakfast meal, closer than in the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, he saw you blowing the hot steam off of the ramen you cooked on the cooking pot. But it wasn’t the only thing he had for breakfast. There’s french toast with melted butter and syrup with tall mug of cold water and chocolate with marshmallows.

Remembering your hearing disability, he flicked the kitchen lights off and on to get your attention. Your head snapped to meet his eyes.

The rapid rate in his heart pounded and endless.

You approached him a smile and a note in your hand, distributing towards him, and watched him read your note.

Come on. Let’s eat.

Shortly, you and Ran ate the ramen. It was delicious, better than the ones he tasted in the restaurant. Ran guessed that the food is better if its homemade. Then drinking the chocolate drink you made, Ran instantly fell in love, and thanked you.

After putting the plates away, you and Ran cleaned the dishes, then went back inside the room. By then you handed him papers in your hand.

I hope you don’t mind me making tons and tons of breakfast meals since it looks like you haven’t eaten anything properly for days, and I’m aware that you’ve been ill, as well. I made you ramen so that the system in your body would flush out its excess. I hope you don’t mind me being here. Rindou isn’t here. He hasn’t been here since last night, told me to do what I like in the apartment, so, I came into your room. I’m sorry I misunderstood you. I’m just afraid that I’ll get in your way. You’re a handsome man, and ladies are lining up left and right for you, I knew I couldn’t stand a chance—that’s why I didn’t bother myself to text you or see you. I was only keeping an arm’s length because you’re too good for me. And when we played the two truths and a lie, when you said that you have your eyes and heart set on someone, I know it’s going to sting—didn’t contact you because I’m not the ideal type for you. But it hurt even more when I saw you and the girl—Rindou already filled me in with your side of the story. That girl shouldn’t have used you as a rebound. Even though I have a hearing disability, I still want to make meaningful memories and accomplishments, so I wouldn’t be a burden, and that I’m more than just a person who is incapable based on my disability. There are times where I see you in my dreams, it felt real, but the reality of dreams just as hurt me as much as it hurts me during awake. I want to know what your voice sounds like, emotions and music—everything. That is my first wish ever since I was born. I want you to know that my heart and mind aches for you, whether awake or sleep; I’m no good at communication, but I’d like to remedy it, for the times we wasted for months, for months that I avoided you. I just want you to know that I love you. And I still do.

Ran looked up from the long letters you gave him, and met your eyes.

But without given his thoughts out, you pulled him into an embrace. Not a word exchange.

Ran then pulled himself away to gaze at your tearful expression. His thumb swiped your tears—and thankfully you’re able to read his lips—still gazing at you with a sad smile.

“I’m not a good person, (y/n), what I am and what I’ve been doing were no good. It wasn’t a lie when I said that I love you since the moment we met. I wanted to get to know you and see you. I fear every time you didn’t come, I knew something was wrong. So I tried to be careful, to not hurt you. I learned sign language, so you don’t feel isolated. In my dreams, I see you, too. When you turned away from me, I knew that I wanted to make things right with you. You don’t have to wait for a miracle, (y/n), I’m here to rescue you, in hopes for you to be excited for everything in life, and I can show you all the things you desire. I can protect you and care for you, even when you don’t ask. I don’t want you to be lonely anymore. I still love you, then, and I still love you now. I’ll be the sound of your life. You’re the miracle of my life, (y/n).”

Tears couldn’t stop in your eyes. And Ran kept wiping them, cooing you, knowing that whispering sweet words to you meant nothing—your hearing disability has deprived you from everything. But with Ran, it seems like everything is possible, that every doors are open for you. After wandering into the dark, the light became brighter and warmer.

His hand snaked at the back of your head. His back bent forward, tips of his nose tapped to yours, as his violet eyes brightened, thanks to your sudden appearance.

“I love you, (y/n).” He kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, then the nose and cheeks. He stopped for a moment to ask, “can I kiss you?”

Before he could wait for your answer, you pulled him in, then your hands moved and entangled behind his neck, with your little hums, he’s awestruck.

Where does your boldness come from?

His hands rested on your waist, holding you.

Do you like me like this? Ran, you only say your confession because you love me looking like this.

Ran’s brows furrowed, pausing. “What’s wrong, my little goddess?”

You typed down your message onto your phone, sending it to him?

With his hand on your waist, he checked your message.

Do you like me like this? Is that why you easily confessed your love to me?

With his phone put a quick shove into his pocket, he embraced you again, then looking into your eyes. “No, I don’t love you because you look like this. I love you when you’re being as your true self. I knew that there’s something special about you,” he answered. “Self-conscious or not, I’m still amazed by you. I’m not going to lie if I said you don’t look beautiful. I hope one day, you can see the way I love you—inside and out. Don’t listen to your doubts, I’ll be here, now and always.”

Your smile slowly curved wider.

Cute.

“Tell me, my little goddess, what do you want to do to gain your trust?”

“Be yourself,” you messaged. “I want to see your charm and playful side of yourself. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt you or make you cry,” Ran said.

“I trust you,” you signed.

“I’ll be as myself,” Ran signed. “Something you’ll see. I hope you see the best side of me, not my worst.”

Your eyes widened at the attempted sign language Ran did, your heart melted at his effort.

“Even at your worst, I still love you,” you replied.

He kissed your cheek lovingly.

“Tell me, little lady, since you’re here at my kingdom, what do you want to do first?” He kept kissing you at every chance he gets after the deprived and absences of your touch.

Being able to somewhat read his words—which you thought it’s a sign of miracle.

You messaged on the phone with a smirk on your face.

Ran took it out, and his phone nearly slipped from his hands when the screen read:

I want you to fuck me.

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flu-shot-turned-me-gay · 5 months

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Free Philip Vance

Philip Vance has been imprisoned on a life sentence since 2004 for a 2002 murder he did not commit.

There was no physical evidence of guilt, only false jailhouse witness testimonies, bribed and coerced by cops to testify against him. Nearly all have recanted. The evidence of his innocence is ample, and the Minnesota Gang Strike Force that implicated Philip was disbanded in 2010 after found to be riddled with corruption, withholding evidence, and securing convictions through false testimony. Yet Philip Vance remains imprisoned.

On September 3rd, 2023, he lead 130 others in protesting the cruel and inhumane conditions at the Stillwater prison, including continuous lockdowns. The men were housed in B-East work industry jobs and had labored all week. Ordered to lock down in sweltering cells, yet again, without showers, clean water, ice, recreational time, or access to their families, the courageous men in Philip’s unit refused. Instead of returning to their cells, they stayed in the common areas, some playing cards and others socializing.

Since then, Philip Vance has been locked in solitary for 23 hours a day, no yard time, limited communication. His mind is starting to play tricks on him. They intend to keep him there for 180 days.

Join us in demanding all men targeted for the September 3rd action be immediately released from solitary, as Philip courageously continues his push for justice. Their loved ones and community need this to happen quickly.

Email templates under the cut:

Contact DOC Commissioner Paul Schnell

Contact DOC Commissioner Paul Schnell @ (651) 361-7226 or [email protected].

Demand he overturn the unjust and inhumane segregation penalty now and release Philp Vance from solitary IMMEDIATELY!

Email: [email protected]

Email subject: OID #215517

Email body:

Dear Paul Schnell, Et Al:

I’m writing regarding Mr. Philip Vance (OID 215517).

Mr. Vance IS INNOCENT and was wrongfully incarcerated 20 years ago and he maintains his innocence yet continues to be ignored and mistreated by the Mn system daily. He is housed at your Stillwater Prison facility in Bayport MN.

YOU said publicly that Mr. Vance was part of a "peaceful protest." Yet, Vance has been given 180 days in solitary confinement! A timeline in excess of the statue 641.09. The irreparable damages caused by long term solitary confinement are unjustifiable, and have led the United Nations to consider solitary TORTURE when used for longer than 15 consecutive days.

We are DEMANDING that THE DOC RELEASE MR VANCE FROM SOLITARY CONFINEMENT AND STOP THE RETALIATION NOW!!

We will not stop seeking Justice.

DO THE RIGHT THING!

(Sign your name)

Contact Dakota County Attorney Kathy Keena

Contact Dakota County Attorney Kathy Keena office @ (651) 438-4438 or [email protected]

Demand she uses her power as the person who unjustly prosecuted an innocent man to overturn Philip’s conviction AT ONCE!

Email: [email protected]

Email subject:file #19-K6-04-000736

Email body:

Dear Kathy Keena; Et Al,

Please note, the file number above and your office has Philip’s name misspelled. (The correct spelling is in this email).

Because of YOU, Mr. Vance has been held in a cage for over 20 years due to several injustices.

There is direct proof of Mr. Vance’s innocence.

Use your power to correct the harm you caused! www.freephilipvance.com

If you are a professional, why did you cry in court when you addressed the jury?

Do you support the Minnesota Gang Strike Force?

Mr. Vance should be free! We demand you use your role and leadership to RIGHT YOUR WRONGS for Philip Vance, for his children, for his family, and for his friends!!

(Sign your name)

Contact Governor Walz, your State Senator, your Representative or Keith Ellison and Carrie Sperling

Contact Governor Walz, your State Senator, your Representative or Keith Ellison and Carrie Sperling with the Convictions Review Unit

Demand that public representatives require Commissioner Paul Schnell overturn the unjust and inhumane segregation penalty now and release Philip Vance from solitary IMMEDIATELY!

Email for CRU, Keith Ellison and Carrie Sperling: [email protected]

Email for Governor Walz: https://mn.gov/governor/connect/contact-us/contact-form.jsp

Email subject: Philip Vance, unjustly held in solitary confinement at Stillwater Prison.

Email body:

Dear Governor Walz, Senator _______, Representative ________, or Keith Ellison and Carrie Sperling with the Convictions Review Board (CRU)

I’m writing regarding Mr. Philip Vance,

Mr. Vance IS INNOCENT, www.freephilipvance.com, and was wrongfully incarcerated 20 years ago and he maintains his innocence - yet continues to be ignored and mistreated by the Mn system daily. He is housed at the Stillwater Prison facility in Bayport MN.

Commissioner Paul Schnell said publicly that Mr. Vance was part of a "peaceful protest." Yet, Vance has been given 180 days in solitary confinement! A timeline in excess of the statue 641.09. The irreparable damages caused by long term solitary confinement are unjustifiable and have led the United Nations to consider solitary TORTURE when used for longer than 15 consecutive days.

We are DEMANDING that you require THE DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS RELEASE MR VANCE FROM SOLITARY CONFINEMENT AND STOP THE RETALIATION NOW!!

We will not stop seeking Justice.

DO THE RIGHT THING!

(Sign your name)

#philip vance #Philip Vance #free philip vance #minnesota #prison abolition #petition #mutual aid #prison #solitary confinement #mn

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topazshadowwolf · 8 months

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A Win and A New Foe

Cross won! The boy did it! But Fell didn't win this time. Error is now the opponent Cross will face. And what a challenge this will be! Cross, the youngest of the gang vs Error, Destroyer of Worlds, Master of Puppets, Guardian of Destruction, Collector of Souls.

Good thing Cross has others to support him! Make sure you vote as I am sure this will be a close one!

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Nightmare yawned as he tried to finish his work. The polls had been a distraction, but he had plenty of things to do. He figured he could check in later when a few hours were left. He had been so wrapped up in his work he forgot to check. Instead, he learned the results when he heard a commotion in the hallway.

He looked up in time to see Killer and Horror carrying Cross over their head into his office with giant smiles. “he did it! our baby bro did it!” Killer cheered.

“he beat ink!” Horror added as they set a very anxious Cross down.

“hurray me,” Cross said as he looked down.

“Indeed, it will be you against Fell,” Nightmare started but was interrupted by Killer.

“ehhh, about that boss. error won,” Killer said while putting his hand on Cross’ shoulder. “which is why the oreo is such a nervous nelly right now. he knows who he’s up against.”

Hearing this caused Nightmare to frown as he woke up his laptop and brought up the website. He paused for a moment, then looked back at Cross. “Do not… fret. Regardless of who the victor is, I am just happy you made it as far as you did.”’ A grin grew across Nightmare’s face as he steepled his hands, “Although, I would love to rub it in Error's face that one of my henchmen won against him.”

“i will try my best!” Cross said, saluting.

“I know you will,” Nightmare smiled as he stood and walked over. He rested a hand on Cross’ shoulder, followed by Killer and Horror doing the same. “We are still behind you, doing what we can for you.”

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arguments for voting for cross and not error

heya. here’s a list of why you should vote for cross (the baby bro of our group):

he’s a cool dude

he doesn’t go around destroying other people’s stuff

error likes to destroy other people’s stuff. talking about homes and whole worlds here

cross doesn’t like to kill people and steal their souls

error’s main gig is to kill people and steal their souls

he dresses nice for a sans. (you think i have the energy to dress like him?)

he showers daily (i’ve never seen a shower in the anti void. or a wardrobe.)

i’m pretty sure error is that weird smell i notice when he’s around

he doesn’t steal other people’s stuff

error likes to steal and litter other people’s homes/worlds (bad for the environment)

cross helped save an endangered species of butterflies from destruction

except for the few cross saved, error made those endangered butterflies extinct by destroying not just their habitat but the world they came from

cross is polite for the most part (we are a bad influence, sorry)

error is very rude

nightmare would be happy if his youngest “son” won

“Ah, there you are, Dust,” Nightmare’s voice interrupted Dust’s thoughts, and he looked up to see his boss entering his room. “Cross has advanced to the finals.”

“i saw,” Dust said as he started to close his laptop. Nightmare stopped the motion and pushed the screen back to look at what Dust had been working on. The dark guardian then rested a hand on his shoulder as he chuckled softly.

“That you have. It seems you are trying to support Cross in your own way. Still, you should try to congratulate him verbally. He is apprehensive about this upcoming competition. I am sure he will be happy to have your support,” Nightmare said.

“i will,” Dust replied, then looked up at Nightmare. “you look tired, boss. when did you last sleep?”

“I have said it before; I will say it again. I do not require the amount of sleep you four do. Thank you for your concern, but I am doing fine and will retire to my chambers for a rest when this is over,” Nightmare stated.

“alright, boss,” Dust shrugged and looked over his list. “once i’m done editing this, i’ll go find cross.”

“That is fine…,” Nightmare said softly. He then turned slowly and left.

Alone again, Dust sighed. He still had his last “dad” to use. Unlike the others, he barely said the word when he could say it whenever. That word, at one time, had no meaning to him. Now that it had meaning to him, he didn’t want to overuse it. So, he will have to make that one count.

#crosssweep #cross!sans #horror!sans #killer!sans #nightmare!sans #dadmare #dust!sans

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whitepolaris · 4 months

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Ghosts of Alcatraz

by Troy Taylor

San Francisco Bay's barren Alcatraz Island, long nickname The Rock, was originally a fort and then served as a military prison from 1859 to 1934. With the arrival of social upheaval and rampant crime in the 1920s and '30s, the federal government chose Alcatraz as the perfect site for an escape-proof prison that would strike fear into the hearts of criminals thanks to the isolated location and the swift currents surrounding the island.

From the time Alcatraz became a federal prison in 1934 under the stern and watchful eye of Warden James A. Johnston until it closed in 1963, its steel doors clanged shut on then 1,000 hardened convicts, criminals, and would-be escape artists.

From the start, the most incorrigible inmates from across the country were sent to The Rock. Each train that arrived in San Francisco to dispense prisoners seem to have a "celebrity" of sorts on board. Among the first inmates were Al Capone, perhaps the most famous gangster of all; Doc Baker, the last surviving member of Ma Baker Gang; George "Machine Gun" Kelly, the privileged son of a wealthy Memphis family who became one of the Prohibition period's most notorious gangsters; Floyd Hamilton, a gang member and driver for Bonnie and Clyde, Alvin "Creepy" Karpis, a Canadian-born former Public Enemy No. 1 who arrested by J. Edgar Hoover himself; and Robert Stroud, the amateur ornithologist who would later become known as the Birdman of Alcatraz.

Noteworthy or not, the inmates found that Alcatraz was a place where they had but five rights-food, clothing, a private cell, a shower once a week, and access to a doctor. Their methodical daily routine never varied.

While the cells the prisoners lived in were barren at beast, they must have seemed like luxury hotel rooms compared to the punishment cells. In these, men were stripped of all but their basic rights to food-and even then, they barely survived. Confinement in the single Strip Cell was punishment for the most severe violations. In the Hole, the name for cells in the bottom tier of the main cellblock, the punishment usually included psychological torture, and sometimes physical torture as well. In D Block, inmates in cells above the Hole couldn't escape the screams of those imprisoned there. Prisoners who emerged from the Hole would often be senseless or sick and bound for the prison's hospital ward. Others never came out alive.

Even worse were the dungeons. A staircase in front of A Block led down to a large steel door, behind which were catacomb-like corridors and stone archways leading to the sealed-off gunports from the days when Alcatraz was a fort. In the dungeons off the corridor, the prisoners were chained to the walls, their screams unheard in the rest of the main cellblock. Food and sanitation in the dungeons were minimal, dignity nonexistent.

Early Ghost Activity

A number of guards who worked in Alcatraz between 1946 and 1963 experienced the strange and the unexplained. From the grounds of the prison to the caverns beneath the buildings, they heard people sobbing and moaning, smelled strange odors, discovered cold spots, and saw what they described as ghosts. Even families who lived on the island and the occasional guest claimed to have seen the ghostly forms of prisoners or phantom soldiers. The sound of what seemed to be gunshots mdae the guards think prisoners had escaped and obtained weapons.

A deserted laundry room would sometimes fill with the smell of smoke, though nothing was burning. The guards would be sent running from the room, only to return momentarily and find the air clear. Like the other mysterious happenings at Alcatraz, the phantom fires were never explained.

Even Warden Johnston, who had no time for those who believed in ghosts, once heard the unmistakable sound of a person sobbing in the dungeon as he led a group of guests on a tour. The sound was followed by an ice-cold wind felt by the entire group. Johnston could never arrive at an explanation for this weird occurrence.

During the twenty-nine years Alcatraz operated as a prison, there were at least fourteen escape attempts. Almost all the prisoners who tried to flee were either killed or recaptured, and only one is known to have made it ashore. The most traumatic and violent attempt, later dubbed the Battle of Alcatraz, took place over two days in May 1946.

What started as a well-planned breakout from the "escape-proof" prison turned into a disaster when the six inmates involved saw their plan fall apart. Realizing they couldn't succeed, they decided to fight it out. Before it was over, they had taken a number of guards hostage, killed three of them, and wounded several others; two of the guards were murdered in cold blood in cells 402 and 403 (later renamed C102 and C104). The failed escapees fared no better. Three of them climbed into a utility corridor to avoid the constant gunfire, only to die after being hit by bullets or shrapnel.

An escape attempt in 1962 was later documented by Hollywood in the film Escape from Alcatraz. Released in 1979, the movie was a big hit in the box office, but the prison had closed long before. Too expensive to renovate and properly secure, what could be called the world's most famous prison shut its doors for good in March 1963.

Mysteries of Cell 14D

In 1972, the federal government put Alcatraz Island under the purview of the National Park Service, and after opening to the public, it became one of the part service's most popular sites. While in the daylight hours the old prison teems with tour guides and visitors, at night it is filled with mystery. Many believe that the energy of those who served time on The Rock remains, making the Alcatraz complex one immense haunted house.

Night watchmen patrolling the main cell house, divided into A, B, C, and D blocks, say they've heard the sounds of what seems to be running coming from the upper tiers. Thinking an intruder has gained entry, the watchmen investigated the sounds but always found nothing.

One Park Service employee reported that on a rainy afternoon the sparse number of tourists allowed her some time off from guiding tours. She went for a walk in front of A Block and was just past the door leading down to the dungeons when she heard a loud scream from the bottom of the stairs. She ran away without looking to see if anyone where there.

Asked why she didn't report the incident, she replied, "The day before, everyone was ridiculing another worker who reported hearing men's voices coming from the hospital ward, and when he went to check the ward, it was empty. So I didn't dare mention what I heard."

Several guides and rangers felt something strange in one of the cells in the Hole: Cell 14D. "There's a feeling of sudden intensity that comes on when you spend more than a few minutes around that cell," one of them said.

Another guide described Cell 14D as "always cold. Sometimes it gets warm out here-so hot that you have to take your jacket off. The temperature inside the cell house can be in the seventies, and 14D is still cold."

The tour guides weren't the only ones to have strange experiences there. Several former guards at the prison have told of terrifying incidents that took place near the Hole, and in Cell 14D in particular.

During one guard's stint in the middle 1940s, an inmate was locked in 14D for some since forgotten infraction. According to the officer, the man began screaming within seconds of being locked in. He claimed that a creature with "glowing eyes" was locked in with him. Yet no one took the convict's cries of being "attacked" very seriously, probably because tales of ghostly presence wandering the nearby corridor were a continual inducement to practical jokes to the guards. The man's screaming continued into the night, until finally there was silence. The following day, guards inspected the cell and found the convict dead. A horrible expression was frozen on his face, and there were hand marks around his throat. An autopsy revealed that the strangulation couldn't have been self-inflicted. Some believed that the man might have been choked by one of the guards, who had been fed up with all the screaming, but no one ever confessed to the crime.

On the day following the tragedy, several guards who were performing a head count noticed that there were too many men in the lineup. Then, at the end of the line, they saw the face of the convict who had recently been strangled in the Hole. As they all looked on in stunned silence, the figure abruptly vanished.

Banjo Strains

A park service employee who worked at Alcatraz in the late 1970s had a weird experience in another of the main cellblock's chambers. He was down near the shower room when he heard something he couldn't explain.

"It was banjo music," he said. "The room was empty, but I definitely coming from there. Maybe back in the days when it was a fort or army stockade, there was some guy here who played that instrument."

What the employee didn't know was that during the most traumatic days of his life, Al Capone, rather rick going out to exercise yard with the other inmates, would sit in the shower room strumming on his banjo.

Perhaps this lonely and broken spirit still plucks at the strings of a spectral musical instrument that vanished decades ago. Even today, tour guides and rangers who walk the corridors of the prison alone occasionally building. Could Al Capone be its source? Or could it be another of the countless ghosts who continue to haunt Alcatraz year after year?

#type read #weird ghosts #long ass read

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aquilathefighter · 1 year

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Aquila's Fic Masterpost!

Here's a quick reference to all of my Dreamling fic!

Writing tag: #aquila writes

Ananke, God of Compulsion | Mature | Incomplete | 11,002 words

Lieutenant Hob Gadling is planning on deserting before his deployment. He has everything planned from faking his death to getting to the US. However, a wrench is thrown into his plan when Captain Morpheus Endeleas asks him to be his assistant for the week leading up to the company’s deployment. Now under close watch by a man Hob thinks despises him, he cannot escape his duty. What will come from a week working closely with Cpt. Endeleas?

Hold Me Closer | Teen | Complete | 26,471 words

Fluffbruary 2023 prompts! Just some soft and happy dreamlings because I can't hit them with a hammer all the time.

Smapril Showers Bring Smutty Flowers | Explicit | Incomplete | 7, 148 words

Smapril 2023 fills, prompts by staroftheendless A variety show of Dreamling smut, in whatever universes come to mind.

Dreamling Bingo Fills

Watching You Dance | Explicit | Complete | 347 words

Hob has a side job as a stripper. He invites Dream to come watch him, knowing that his boyfriend's possessive streak will be activated when he's surrounded by the lustful daydreams of the patrons. 2023 Dreamling Bingo Fill for #DB215 square E5: Stripping Smapril Day 3 Prompts: Possessive | "Come over here."

Earl Grey, or: the Tiny Grey Cat | General Audiences | Complete | 768 words

Dream ends up in Hob's flat a bit before the man actually arrives, and meets a new addition to Hob's living space: a kitten! The King of Cats talks to the young kitten and finds out that children of all kinds are poor keepers of their caregivers' secrets. When Hob arrives, Dream and the kitten are formally introduced and Dream is forced to relax for once in his life. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 April Monthly Prompt: Adoption replacing Square E4

Ain't Nothin' but Mammals | Explicit | Complete | 1,121 words

Dream arrives at Hob's apartment to say hello, but finds himself aurally assaulted by raunchy music. He learns that this is Hob's chore playlist, finding him dusting in the bedroom. Dream has no interest in doing chores, but does want to do Hob. Thanks, Bloodhound Gang!! Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 Square B2: Bestiality NB: No actual bestiality in this fic, not even discussion of the act. (See notes!)

Swashbuckling Fantasie | Teen | Incomplete | 1,344 words

Boatswain Hob Gadling is a pirate obsessed with a different kind of treasure: stories. He goes looking for fantastical tales at every port and bothers his crewmates daily for them. When he is told of a merman who lives in a dreamlike cove who is the greatest storyteller ever, he has no choice but to seek him out. He meets this mysterious man who transports Hob to a realm of his own, where Hob can seek out new adventures and create a story of his own. But between the adventures and Hob's persistence, this misanthropic merman begins to see humans in a new light, falling deeper and deeper for his pirate. Chapter 1 fulfills the Dreamling Bingo Monthly Prompt "MerMay," replacing #DB215 Square E1: Rape/Non-con!

I just really, desperately want to be your next poor decision | General Audiences | Complete | 210 words

Dream asks why Hob has done everything he has done in the interim since 1889. Hob tells him and makes a (what he deems) subtle love confession. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 June Monthly Prompt: "Why did you do it?" replacing Square E3: Stargate

Hunger for the Blade | Explicit | Complete | 1,535 words

Hob had thought it would be a good idea to ask Dream to spar during their weekly Dreaming date night. How hard could it be, he’d thought. I have centuries of experience. What he’d forgotten, he’s now learning, is that his lover has millennia of experience. That he contains every single swordsman’s dreams since swords were invented on top of the glut of fictional swordplay. That had been his first mistake. His second was the bet they’d made: the winner gets to have the loser in whatever way they’d like. -- Or, a sparring match turns into a very messy blowjob. Dreamling Bingo 2023 fill for #DB215 Square E2: Knife Play

#aquila's masterposts #dreamling #dreamlingweek #dreamlingweek2023 #aquila writes

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Baths!

I am obsessed with the idea of baths. (Like, I literally wrote my longest and most involved Starmania fic as a pretext to get Cristal and Johnny in a bathtub.)

But since there are NEVER ENOUGH BATHS, here's some more, in a form that's too disjointed to make it to AO3 for the moment:

I like the idea that there's no running water in the tunnels ("ça c'est la seule chose qu'on a pas") or at least, not enough to go around. In any case, the Zonards definitely don't have access to like, regular showers.

But there are public baths, and so the squad makes a trip after hours like three times a week to one of them for a shower, and sometimes when they have more time a full scrub and soak, and in the meantime they use something else at the hangar for their daily ablutions (or don't, Johnny is a dirty rat boy who probably juste dunks his head in freezing rain water in a bucket once a week and we like that about him.)

But when Cristal joins the gang, somehow she doesn't find out about the baths trips. Maybe Johnny is called away just after he brings her to the hangar, and he tells one of the Etoiles Noires, like "Hey, you get her settled around here, okay?" but the Etoiles Noires decide not to tell Cristal, sort of as a hazing thing -- they can't be thrilled about her arrival, it's their way to make sure she won't stay too long.

Or perhaps Sadia makes a point to keep it from Cristal, thinking it'll discourage her and she'll run off as soon as she's experienced the smallest inconvenience.

So anyway, the only thing Cristal sees in terms of hygiene is everyone chewing toothpaste tablets and splashing themselves with water from a rusty pipe once in a while and she figures, fine, alright, she knew they did things differently in the tunnels, she can tough it out. She doesn't really understand how they're not all *more gross* than they look, or how they can keep their hair as clean as it (mostly) is with the way she sees them deal with it, but she puts it down to experience, and anyway it's not like she can ask them why they don't all smell rank. (It's not like Johnny seems to mind that she's a bit funkier than she's used to these days.)

But it does wear on her anyway, never feeling clean, being self-conscious about how she looks and smells. After like 10 days or so, Johnny comes back from somewhere and finds her soaking wet, teeth chattering, lips blue, as she tries to wash herself with buckets and a trickle of water that's coming from a hose, and he's like, "Wow, you really hate the baths that much?"

And Cristal goes still, like, "Wait, BATHS??" and they figure the thing out.

Johnny noticed she never went with the others on their excursions but he figured she was just shy or uncomfortable being naked in front of relative strangers, or that she was too afraid someone would recognize her, or that her standards were too high and she thought it would be too gross there or something. (Which seemed strange to him because it's not like she's complained about any other aspect of her new life, but who knows... Sometimes people are weird about this kind of stuff. He has his own issues about the baths so he wasn't about to ask.)

So anyway, Johnny goes a little nuts when he finds out his Etoiles Noires did Cristal so dirty (lol, get it?) and summons them to get to the bottom of it. Everyone is very sorry because honestly, Cristal isn't nearly as bad as they thought she would be, but it got just a bit too awkward to bring it up now that they'd lied to her for a while... So anyway, they apologize, and Johnny commands the most remorseful of them to take Cristal to their usual baths once night falls and stand watch outside while she does her thing, to make extra sure no one else comes in or Sadia doesn't try to mess with her again. (He can't go because he's too busy doing... something else. This is why this story is not a real fic, lol.)

And so Cristal goes to the baths with Ruby the Etoile Noire who lends her her kit and shows her how to use the communal showers and then how to turn on the steam room and where the little pool is for afterwards, and Cristal is able to take an actual warm shower for the first time in like 10 days, and the water pressure isn't amazing, and calling the temperature "hot" would be pushing it -- this is still in the worst part of the tunnels, after all -- but it feels like HEAVEN. She washes her hair like three times in a row.

And then she goes into the steam room, and down into the tiny little pool thing that's just big enough for her to let herself float in, and she revels in the privacy and quiet of it -- it's the first time she's been truly alone since she went down into the tunnels on that fateful Friday afternoon. Her whole body goes lax. The only thing missing is...

And then, of course, Johnny shows up!

Maybe he's actually deathly afraid of water and that's why he never goes usually -- maybe he has some water-related trauma, maybe like, his mother drowned, or tried to drown him in an access of madness. Or maybe on the contrary his mother used to bring him to baths just like this one, and the memory is too painful now, idk. In any case, he never ever goes, but he wanted to make sure Cristal was okay, so he comes in to check on her.

And she convinces him to join her, which is not too hard probably because 1) NAKED and 2) ALONE. She brings him back to the showers and "helps" him "wash" until he's all clean and pink (and desperate) and then they make good use of every horizontal (and vertical) surface in the joint (and rinse everything real well afterwards, they're not savages) and then they hang out in the pool and get to touch lazily and cuddle and talk in half-whispers even though they've got more privacy than ever before.

Eventually though they have to get out because the baths are about to open to the public again and they have to get Cristal back to the hangar before she gets spotted, but after that they make a habit of it -- Cristal joins the Etoiles Noires every time they go in a group, and once a week she stays behind and Johnny joins her and they have a little date night.

(And of course because I'm me, I can't help but think about After, once they've run away somewhere together. Maybe they're in the East, and they've also got a huge public bathing culture, and once in a while at night Johnny picks the locks and they slip in and relive their wild hangar days.)

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