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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 months

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Hey how are ya doing? Would you write how the DMC guys (Dante, Vergil, and Nero.. V if you wanna) react to their s/o smacking their butt? Does it lead to sexy fun time? 😏 It is at any time or only in private? Is it playful or heavy handed. 🥵💦 As always if you don't feel comfortable with it don't worry about it. Have a great day Rockstar!

Hello, I've been good lately sorry this request took so long but thank you for asking it's a pleasure to see you again in my inbox!

(This work includes gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW contents under the cut)

Dante

It does take Dante surprise at first; your hand stealthily coming across to give his ass a hard slap while he was bent over the bar at the back of his shop to grab one of the more expensive bottles to celebrate a relatively hard job well done one day. Usually it's always him dealing out the teasing but when that sudden yelp buckles out of his throat and he looks at you to see you only smug with that cocky grin it definitely rattles something in him and what it rattles goes straight to his dick. He just sure hopes that you can finish this little game you started.

Next when he catches you off guard your standing at the desk on the phone with Lady, going over the details of your up coming job that would take you out of town for a few days together, elbow propped so you can rest your head on your plam while your eyes search the letter the client gave and more importantly to a certain scheming son of Sparda; your ass free and out in the open, unexpected. All he has to do is trick over for payback to resume; the sudden strike causing an embarrassing noise from you that you can just hear Lady on the other line silently question but then seemingly figuring put it's some dumb Dante's doing before continuing on asking more details of the job. Heat swells in your face as you look back at Dante who returns your intial smugness and shit eating grin, making it very clear that he's playing your game - a game you were intending to win.

Back and forth you two go; at the most unexpected points surprising each other with sudden spanks to get that interesting shades of cheeks and noises from once another just to see which one would break first; to see who couldn't take this teasing game anymore and just beg to be thrown and be used by the other.

Interestingly it's Dante to break first.

He's the one almost in fucking tears as he runts and grinds against you to the desk; cock so deep inside you he can barely keep his head on straight. His moans are so low yet so desperate as you thrust back into him your hole squeezing ever so tightly, controlling his pace, the sound of your name leaving his lips is so fucking attractive it's stupid.

And to put salt on the wound of his loss; reach around and give him one more slap that will instantly flip on a switch. Whatever pace you had? Forget it. He fights through and jackhammers even faster and harder to a point it shatters a crack somewhere on the wooden surface below you. I hope you like losing function of your voice because that's exactly how it's going to be the moment pulls out and he finishes on your stomach, leaving you breathless and reeling from all your previous highs.

When your done with after care and such and Dante places you on a bed instead of a desk, he congratulates you (sportsmanship and all, you know?) in between breathy kisses and only a few times jokingly complains about his ass hurting that you 'won too hard' and that you should 'take it easy during the rematch.'

Rematch? That word catches your interest that you can't help but question him on; it gets you a chuckle and a conniving look behind pale eyes.

"Yeah, a rematch. Though do be warned: I do got an ace up my sleeve that I don't think I'll be loosing with this time. What that be? Eh, you'll just have to find out what that'll be yourself - won't you?"

Vergil

One of two different outcomes will happen if you so happen to catch Vergil off guard with this action either depending on your surroundings. One; your in privacy and no one's around to see the light flush that spreads across his cheeks up to his ears and the surprised gasp that leaves his lips - then he'll only turn around to you and stumble through a light scolding that he could have accidentally hurt you with Yamato or worse but dropping the matter and it slowly becoming the topic of his late night thoughts about the sudden touch and the spark in him that it caused. Or two, the foolish but more slow but direct to go horny option; do it while the crew (especially his brother or Nero) is around.

Now going with the second option be fully aware that he's not going to talk to you for a few days after it, the foolishness of the act leaving him unable to talk to you (Vergil translation; he's just embarrassed and doesn't know how to directly approach you about it right away) But when he does it it's surely a surprise exactly what he does when he comes back around.

He is absolutely rough with you when he yanks your hair back in a fistful and in his smooth voice ask if you could ever so kindly repeat your words more clearly as his other hand snaps down onto your ass with that mind numbing sting as you repeat the number through bitten lips.

Yup, payback is a real charmer.

All the while he thrusts into you so deep you can even comprehend how the hell numbers work any more as you try to focus yourself but struggle to keep up with how pleasure just seeps into your whole being with each bounce to your sweet spot that's only lit a blaze with every smack of your lover's hand.

It's definitely intense; with all of his teeth marks tattooing the skin of your neck as the symphony that his Vergil's moans and growls pressed right against your ear as he takes you. And all of this just because what? You playfully spanked him in the van? Definitely were going to have to keep this one in the play book.

You can barely move any of your limbs with you're both done. Vergil holds your fucked out body in a possessive yet soft embrace as he deeply buries his face into your neck. It's nice, very nice. Though if you try to tease him in any way he'll look back up with you with a glare - but not just any glare; one where he tries his best to seem intimidating but fails and falls right through when you can clearly see with his flushed face and frown that he's just embarrassed. It's very cute, although if you're way past your limit I would advise not teasing any further. Because who knows; you might find your legs to be quickly spread apart for a fairly intense round two.

Nero

His reaction will be immediate. His face will turn completely red all the way to his ears as he turns to face you not even able to form any words - just turned on gibberish. His reaction is something you can't help find your giggling because of how red he can be to just playful teasing but unknownst to you, you just awakened a kink and it's something that keeps his dick hard and awake at night for weeks afterwards.

It becomes something he fixates on; the thought, the memory, the sudden spark of pain that twists into pleasure is just...the need and desire for you to do it again becomes to much for him. Well with Nero being Nero and his insecurities to really ask for things because he feels he can be a burden at times to deal with and his abandonment issues starts talking telling him he doesn't deserve it - if he asks for too much you'll leave him, so he doesn't tell you this new desire of his. He just keeps it to himself, just a fantasy he can get himself off too when he's alone but there becomes a point where it just swells in his chest to much and he just succumbs to it.

The laundry room in Kyrie's apartment is rather a tight fit, but that doesn't matter any once you find yourself shoved inside there and your lips smothered in kisses and moans against you as your pushed back onto the dryer.

Bites litter his flesh a bright flushed pink as you tug and pull on the abused skin as you hands work him all over, massaging and tracing over every muscle with your ears listening to the sweet music his shaky breaths let out. In a teasing sing song way you get right up in his ear as your hands travel in that certain direction. What does he want? Is the basics of the things you ask him over and over seeing every little part of his self control start to break as he bites his tongue. His cock is hard and leaking as he bucks against your sex, throbbing as he grinds into the meat of your thighs, his breath comes through in hissing gritted teeth as your fingers trail down his back to the the danger zone of his ass with small taps - his face bright red seconds before he breaks.

Spanking + praise kink = loud. Very loud. The moment he's in you, he's in to the base and the fucking moment your hand comes to clash back down this man is jack hammering into you like crazy and it will get to a point where you will absolutely have to gag him in some way before the neighbors start poking their superstitious noses into it.

Once after the first time where he's comfortable (less embarrassed) to talk about it he'll open up to you about really liking you doing this to him and encourage you in the future to go even rougher, after all with demon Sparda genes even if he's only quarter he still has at least a bit of healing factor ((grew a whole arm back)) so however hard you give him nothing you can while being human will hurt him but it's the thought and feel good sting that counts!

Although V may be fragile given obvious reasons, don't let that fool you. The man at the end of the day is still a part of Vergil, meaning deep down - even if his former self would rather deny, deny, and deny on the spot than admit it out loud - is a total freak when it comes to kinky shit. Yes given how flaky and easy his body could just break apart he can't go too hard that his complete counterpart can, however, he can assure you he can take a little bit so spanking shouldn't be too much should it?

It does surprise him when you come out of the blue with it though, both alone in the van while waiting for for Nero to return from his part of the job and Nico to return from repairs on the front of the van, all he did was bend over a bit to grab a drink from the small cooler when a subtle tap hit him on the ass - nothing too hard, just a tease, but it did spark his eyes wide and make him drop the green can of Virility he was holding.

When he turns around to look at you, still bent over, there's a dirty - yet subtle - sly smirk across his plump lips and with his velvety voice he reminds you:

"If you wanted my attention all you need do is ask. Or is it being a little deviant that alluring to you? I'll have to keep that in mind."

Will drop things in front of you more. After all, he's a "-fragile, delicate thing who can't keep things steady sometimes in his hands. Oops I dropped I dropped my cane, silly me." And when he goes to pick up said item he'll always over-exaggerate pick it up - he knows he doesn't have the most shapely ass in the world - his true self doesn't either - but you like looking and feeling down there so that's good enough for him to put on quite the act for your eyes to wonder and maybe you'll gather enough courage to reach out and touch him again. And you can absolutely bet if Griffon's out of his tattooed binds you will get very lovely, crassliy worded commentary, teasing, and the occasional exaggerated gag from the bird.

Once the 'games' are finally over V loves the sensation of being draped naked over your lap - no matter how big or smaller you are compared to him - he'll get comfortable either with a pillow on the bed or on the armrest of the chair you're in as you pamper him with grounded soft touches all along his body, tracing around inky tattoos, until you cup the cheeks of his ass. He'll hum and moan in approval at the touches, his breath with hitch if with a couple coated fingers you start fingering his hole and with audibly complain with shaky breath when you slip out of him. But everything will change with that first spark of contact on his ass.

V - like Vergil - isn't a man who curses very often. This will make him do so. A lot. In between spiked punched out breaths and groans that further you go will turn into whines as he looses himself in the spanks, pleasured tears creeping in the corners of his eyes as you tell him to count that he turns into a complete mess on your lap.

He loves it, really, more than he actually originally thought - at first going along with it because it was obviously something you were into and wanted and he wants nothing but to enable your desires but now... he felt small. But in a good way. Good small. Vulnerable small. Safe small. Loved small. He can easily let himself go like this. It's good. Really good.

You don't have to put at hand on any other part of him, his cock strains against your thighs so hard and so leaking you don't have to touch it to put him on edge. He can come so easily like this and will do so if you encourage it, if he can take five more you'll let him come, and he accepts the challenge - he pants like he's ran a mile, his hairs an absolute mess, and his entire normally pale body is tinted a flushed pink except for his ass which is more red from your spanks.

He begs, pleas, promising he can take it if you go harder and he's on the point of sobbing if you give it to him. He about looses his voice entirely when you give him permission to go on and come - without a hand on him his cock practically explodes as his seed paints your thighs and his entire body gives out with his weight.

His ass might be sore for the next few days but that's fine, he reminds that he has you to pamper him after all after you've spent nearly ten minutes worried post-spank that you might've taken it too far but he promises he's okay, he's stronger than what he looks, even if deep down he realistically knows that took a lot out of him. Maybe something like this should be more of a treat kind of thing? Not too often he thinks he can take something like that.

Or... maybe next time you could be the one handle the heat next time? V has some wonderful ideas how to go so about it...

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Eddie helping reader when her tampon is stuck🤭😭

poiuyfghjk fun fact i've never used a tampon but i know how that shit works! thank u for requesting <3

you've been in the bathroom for an hour.

eddie knows you're changing your tampon — you told him and he nodded his head, bidding you an unnecessary goodbye with a quick kiss to your temple before you disappeared in his bathroom. but when minute five passed by, he thought maybe you felt like taking a shit after you took it out.

even after he counts to minute 50, eddie began to wonder what you might have eaten last night for you to be in the bathroom for that long; thinks of how to get rid of the smell.

but by the time his clock strikes two pm and you've been in there for an hour, eddie pushes himself off the couch, and saunters over to the bathroom before knocking gently.

he hears your muffled yell behind the door. "babe?"

a five second silence. "...yeah?"

"what's going on?" he crosses his arms. "taking a long shit? want some water, or something? it always works!"

"no!" when something thumps against the bathroom floor, he presses his ear beside the door, eyebrows linked in concern. "fuck,"'

"seriously, babe, what's going on?"

you sigh, and he imagines how you've got your shorts hanging by your thighs, elbows on your knees, your thumb and index pressing against your eyes as you flush in embarrassment.

when you say something, it's low and muffled by the door. eddie laughs quietly. "can't hear you, sweetheart,"

"i said my tampon is stuck!"

he freezes, all his blood rushing his cheeks, suddenly feeling dizzy. though he's become quickly amused. eddie crosses his arms, shifts all his weight on his left leg and shaking his head with a small laugh.

"want some help?"

"fuck no!" he tries not to guffaw. "it's— it's messy and it's gross! it's blood that came from my vagina. it's... well, it isn't weird, but it's bloody."

eddie places his hands on his waist. "i've seen you naked. heard you grunt while taking a shit, peed between your legs while you were peeing," he's lifting a finger at each encounter he considers you might think is gross; though to him, he considers it as normal.

"held your hair back while you vomited, held your hand while you were peeing. oh! you wipe my mouth a lot when i eat– i don't think that's gross but others do. i mean, babe, you use a bidet to wash your ass. people here don't do that, they use toilet papers. taking your tampon out isn't as gross as you think it is, sweetheart,"

he hears you sigh; a long, contemplating one that turns into a groan. eddie doesn't think that you know he's right, but he does know that you've got no other choice. besides, his hands are more dexterous than yours, anyway. you'd just start crying out of frustration.

so when the door opens with a silent creak, eddie nudges his head in to see your back slumped against the toilet seat, legs closed with your shorts pooled around your feet, and a small pout in your face with the tips of your fingers covered in blood.

"hi there, my little ketchup packet,"

you pick up a tampon from the sink and hurl it at him. "don't call me that,"

"kidding," he kneels immediately, pressing his palms on your knees and pulls himself up to kiss your forehead. "now spread your legs for me– a little wider– more, ah, that's it baby,"

had you not been embarrassed, you would have found his choice of words endearing.

eddie sees the string poking out of you, and when he reaches between your legs, it slips between his thumb and index. he frowns, a hand on your knee and his elbow on your thigh; frustration weighing heavy on his eyebrows.

"i see why you struggled," he wrinkles his nose. "how'd that get in so deep, anyway,"

"'was getting itchy," you scratch your temple. "think i must have shoved it in deeper while i was scratching it. i could just, grab a tissue, or something."

"no no!" the determination is clear in his voice — he wants to take it out of you, thinks his dignity will be in shambles if he doesn't. "just, place your legs the bowl, babe. like- like that, yeah! yeah, like you're giving birth!"

you flick him in the head, thighs pressed on either side of your waist. "shut up and take it out."

using your calf as leverage, eddie leans closer to the bloody mess between your legs and tries again. he sticks the string between his index and thumb, poking his tongue out to graze his upper lip and pulls.

he does it with a grunt, too dramatic for your taste but funny nonetheless. in one tug, you feel your walls relax from relief, your hole clenching with a bit of blood dripping down. eddie sighs with you, throws it to the bin nearby and takes the new tampon packet and rips it open with his bloody fingers.

"see? i'm better at this shit than you are!" he hands you the fresh tampon, standing up from the floor. "how could you think this was gross, babe?"

embarrassment makes your cheeks puff and your lips twist into another pout, avoiding his eyes. "i dunno. just think that guys usually find this stuff... gross,"

eddie's eyes soften in sympathy, coming back down to kneel in front of you as you settle your legs back on the ground, knees on either side of his shoulders. "'s not ewie at all,"

your face twists. "ewie?"

"nope," he leans in to kiss your thigh. "not ewie. i mean, babe,"

he stands up suddenly, taking your hand in his and it takes you aback how you're suddenly feeling up the rock in his boxers, a damp spot left to where his tip begins leaking. you blush.

"if i thought this was gross, would i have gotten this hard?"

"i mean, well, you are a gross person so i wouldn't be surprised,"

"dude,"

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things x reader

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ml-nolan · 8 months

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1. Accidental hand touching

From Blossoming romance writing prompts!

I realize it has been TWO WHOLE MONTHS since you asked for this Blossoming romance prompt @carnelianmeluha, but hopefully better late than never!

The till is closed, and the bar cleared of all customers and dirty glasses. His employees have gone home, but to Hob's delight, his stranger remains. He sits across the bar from Hob, leaning on his elbows and staring down at a narrow menu. It's looking a little worse for wear, warped by melted ice and flecked with tiny grease spots. He should probably get these laminated, but he's always tweaking the recipes and adding new concoctions.

"So this is what you've done with the last century? Made specialty cocktails?"

"Hey, it's only been the last twenty years. And I had to find something a little closer to home while I was waiting for you to pull your head out of your boney ass and come back to me."

Ok, maybe Hob is showing *his* ass a little with his choice of words, but the guy sort of walked into that one.

"Besides," he continues before they can go too far down that road, "I've done loads of other stuff. Fun to do something a little easier. Being interesting all the time can be a real drag."

His stranger keeps his eyes on the menu and murmurs, "You are not wrong."

"And it only took me six hundred years of trying!" Hob turns to scoop ice into the highball glasses he's set out on the counter. This is a drink best stirred with a long bar spoon. He adds the liquor and other ingredients, then tops them both with a completely unnecessary flourish of his wrist.

He rounds the bar and sets one glass in front of his friend and one in front of his own seat.

"Behold! 'The Tall Dark Stranger," he says, leaning over the menu to punch each ingredient with a fingertip. "Johnnie Walker Black, a little lemon juice, and a red sour cherry."

On the last poke, the menu slips a little on the bar top, threatening to slide onto the floor. As the stranger reaches down to steady it, Hob accidentally pins his hand with his own.

"Sorry…" he starts, but in the blink of an eye, he finds their fingers intertwined. He looks up into his stranger's blue-green eyes, and the man looks completely unruffled as he sips his drink. He bows his head, considering, then sets it back down, all the while not letting go of Hob's hand. "Striking. But a bit harsh."

"Well, you had been a bit of the bastard the last I saw of you," Hob says through what could only be called a giggle.

His stranger's lips curve into a bow, much the way he had when he had first greeted Hob when he walked through the doors of the New Inn earlier today.

"Perhaps you could call it 'The Lord Morpheus'," his stranger says, words oozing with significance as he holds Hob's gaze. "Or, Dream, if you prefer."

It takes a second for Hob to get it, and his jaw only hangs open for a second before he regains his bearings. He tries to keep the shake out of his next words, but can't help but give his ear a nervous tug.

"I think I might take your advice and call it the former," he says, then takes a deep breath, "if I may call you the latter."

Dream squeezes Hob's hand, runs a cool thumb over a knuckle, and says, "You may."

#ficlet #the sandman fanfic #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the new inn #post fishbowl #mixology as a love language #blossoming romance prompts #dream x hob

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dreadsuitsamus · 13 days

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Unite | Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader |

author's note: this is a follow up to the ichigo x reader blurb i wrote, which you can read here. i decided i couldn't leave it on that angsty note!

pairing: ichigo kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: reconciliation, light jealousy

Your captain unceremoniously lays a cloak before you, and you hear the sounds of his sister and lieutenant arguing a short distance away. Frowning and gazing up at the man, you take the beige cloak in hand. "Captain?"

"The sands of Hueco Mundo are harsh." He murmurs, turning away to leave as quickly as he came.

The gears in your head turn, and faster than your mind can process things, your body is moving and snatching your zanpakutō up. Ichigo, that idiot... He's traveling to save Orihime in a land he doesn't know, and likely alone! What a stupid man... He just can't sit still for a single moment.

But hell, you're just as much of an idiot for running after him, aren't you?

Rukia and Renji pause their squabble as you meet them outside, each of them draped in similar cloaks to the one Byakuya left you. Surely your captain knew what they would do, but why would he include you in such a heist?

"He says he was only ordered to bring us back to Soul Society." Rukia murmurs, her eyes gazing at you with an expression you can't quite read.

Renji's face, however, is much less made for gambling. He's your lieutenant, after all, and you have the utmost respect for him, but he's just about as dumb as that man that you love. A stupid smirk is spread on his lips and he wiggles those oddly-styled brows of his. "Time to go make up with-"

"Renji!" Rukia barks, delivering a solid strike of her elbow into the taller man's side.

"I'll help save the girl." You murmur to yourself, looking away from the two people your captain trusts the most. "And that's all."

Rukia's eyes are soft, her lips pulled in a soft little pout. It hasn't been too long since you returned home, without Ichigo, and it was actually Renji that was able to get the details of what happened before her older brother finally retrieved you. "Tensions have been high, and things said and done under duress aren't always indicative of one's heart."

"We should hurry before he can get too far ahead." Voice flat, it gives away little of what's on your mind. "Lest his rescue mission become one for himself."

But Renji knows you, the third seat of the Sixth Division, very well. He nudges Rukia when she opens her mouth to speak, shaking his head minutely. You'll work through your emotions and tension with Ichigo later— Orihime's the priority now, for everyone.

"Let's go." The words have hardly left Renji's mouth before you're racing for the gates out of Soul Society, your mastery of Shunpo perhaps better than your very own captain's. And though Renji feels sluggish in comparison even with his more than adequate skill in the flash step, the soft raise of his smirking lips gives way to his pride in you. Certainly, he can trust you with his life.

The thump of an anxious heart simmers below your chest, the speed of the hammering increasing as you get closer to journeying into Hueco Mundo. You've never been there yourself, and it's no doubt crawling with Hollows and things even worse than them. Aizen is there, the traitor, and he's got Ichigo's friend.

Shame floods your cheeks with warmth. What the hell were you thinking, giving Ichigo an ultimatum like that? That was a terrible way to act, a horrid display of your jealousy and anger at a woman that would have Ichigo if he wanted her. He chose you once already, and it just wasn't enough for you in that moment. Why wasn't it enough?

Urahara hums when you arrive, almost as if he'd been expecting you all. And with his easy sense of what's coming and how to prepare for it, he's probably been left wondering what took so long.

"So…" The shop-owner flashes a smile full of teeth. "Do you need something?"

Your captain was right to give you this cloak, you learn quickly. Hueco Mundo is worse than any desert terrain you've ventured into, which in itself is on the limited side of things. The entire valley feels like a void, a nightmare dimension that's ready to kill you at any moment.

"Scared?" Renji teases with an elbow to your side, receiving a harsh glare in return. This may not be an official mission or anything, but he is still your lieutenant.

He's skating on thin ice, however.

"This is a suicide mission." You mutter bitterly, gazing at the empty void surrounding you. The journey here was already freaky, but actually being in here is something else entirely. "We should've come up with a plan."

"This is the plan!" Renji argues, hand on his hip while his other firmly grasps the hilt of his zanpakutō.

"No, this is not a plan!" You reel on him harshly, anger fueling your body all over again.

This will get you all killed, including the girl you all came to save! Surely with just a little bit more time and effort, a plan within Soul Society could have been formulated and you could've come as a unit. What good is this idea of a mission if you're all dead??

You shudder to think what you'd have done had Ichigo come here and died while you remained safe at home.

He better shudder to think what you'll do to him when you finally get your hands on him for this next level of foolish bravery.

"We should've waited, or worked faster, or something other than this! Do any of us have any idea what the hell we're doing?!"

Renji steels himself, face stern as he allows you to unleash your frustration. "When have you ever known us to make a plan? When, in our line of duty, have we stopped and thought about it clearly? When, and I ask this genuinely, have we ever had the time to do anything but rush in and make it up as we go?"

Rukia steps forward, her hand out to be the more gentle side of your lieutenant's scolding. "If we remain strong together, this will all work out in the end. We don't have much time right now; the more we linger, the further Ichigo gets."

You huff and gaze into the endless void of white sand. "My head feels like it's swimming in here."

"It's definitely unnerving." Rukia murmurs, taking in the sights.

A particular strike slashes your heart, anxiety and fear crawling out slowly as you sense a harsh rise in Reiatsu. Renji and Rukia feel it too, and off you all go towards Ichigo's presence in Hueco Mundo. It's him, it's always him with that sloppy spiritual pressure of his. Rukia's the first to attack, her beautiful zanpakutō easily demolishing the sandy Hollow.

The course of the fight is honestly second in importance to you as your eyes zero in on him. It's in his eyes, the warm amber hue so beautiful in this horrible place. He's surprised, made so obvious by the dumb look on his face, and your breast is giddy and full as the gap is closed and you're in his arms again.

Tears flood his chest as you hide your face against him. "Ichigo, I'm—"

"Shh…" Ichigo's hands hold you so gently as his lips find your cheek for a gentle, quick kiss before he murmurs directly to you in a way the others can't hear, though to their credit they've turned their backs on your private moment. "It's okay. I'm not mad. It's okay."

Turning your head to gaze at him, you find the courage to smile softly as you brush a new tear away, Ichigo's lips and eyes offering all the warmth and love in his heart to you, just as always. Hugging you tightly again, Ichigo closes his eyes. "I knew you'd come. If nobody else would, you would."

"You trusted that even after…?"

Ichigo holds your face carefully, like the finest china that will break at just the slightest mistouch. "It'll take more than that to make me lose faith in you. A lot more."

Ichigo dips down for an all-too-brief kiss, one that only promises more to come at a better time. He's certainly missed you as much as you missed him, and your sweet love has always been sure to get his fill of you when he can.

"Alright, lovebirds!" Renji calls over his shoulder, but the little smirk on his face betrays any sense of irritation he tries to force out. "We've got a job to do, y’know!”

“And you're waiting for someone else to lead the way?” Ichigo fires back, and even as they squabble during the journey through these unforgiving sands, Ichigo's large hand holding yours is all it takes for peace to settle within you again.

United, you'll stand.

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alessiathepirate · 24 days

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Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

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Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

#vaas montenegro x reader #vaas montenegro x fem!reader #alessiathepirate #far cry 6 #far cry 3 #far cry x reader

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seas-storyarchive · 1 month

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Lens Flair - What if

Note: this has Angel and Alastor friendship; could be seen as Radiorose (if not in one-sided)

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It started as a taunting gift from Angel.

Hmm.. no, can't kill him. Valentino would call for war. Not to mention Charlie would be angry with him. No, no, that simply wouldn't be do.

He was hesitant, at first. He had his monocle, his vision was leagues better in death than it had been in life. So..

"Angel Dust?"

"Yeah, Smiles?" Angel was sitting with the others, most likely for cover from whatever Alastor would potentially do to him.

"Why on earth did you get me.. these?" He showed the item, they were red glasses with black rims.

So, he didn't sound mad? Well, not yet anyways. "Oh! It's cause yous like ta read, and ya squint a lot when yous confused at somethin', and I thought it'd be a nice way not ta strain yer lookin' at all dhose small prints or gettin' lost in da mental sause or whatevah's up dhere." Angel waved an arm about to illustrate his point. "Gotta keep dhem doe eyes looking wide, afta all. Let me know if dhey work alright, or if ya need a prescription pair, I got a guy dhat owes me a favor."

He looked at the glasses in his hands, feeling conflicted. "Hmm..." Dare he put them on? In front of others? Well, he was no stranger to glasses.. but..

"Here, lemme help ya." When the fuck did Angel get up and come so close!?

"Hmm!?" Alastor was frozen, like a dear in headlights, when Angel pulled the arms of the glasses open and carefully slid them onto Alastor's face.

Despite how having human ears anymore and the constant hair products, Alastor's hair still retained enough thickness to hold the glasses in place along with his nose.

Seeing the world through red lenses? Hm.. wonderful! Oh, if only they had these in his time! What a world of difference it would have made!

"Hey, Smiles." The snapping of fingers in front of him made him blink and his ears twitch.

Alastor looked up to see Angel had backed away a bit, one lower hand holding the elbow of the upper hand that wasn't in his face, trying to decide if he liked the image.

"How you feelin'-!?" A hug. A fucking hug. Initiated, by Alastor. Angel hesitantly hugged him back, as Alastor wasn't known for his hugs and- was that a tail that was brushin' against his lower arms! Holy hell!

"Wonderful, my fine fellow." He pulled back to smile at Angel. "One would even say.. enriched."

"Well, let's see." He turned to the others on the couch and chairs, watching. Al's face mostly blocked by Angel, so they weren't seeing much. "Nifft, can I see the book Al was readin'?"

"Okay!" Niffty grabbed the book and hopped off the couch, making her way over. Her eye widened when she saw Alastor's face, gasping. "Oh, Alastor sir! You look great!" She said as Angel took the book from her.

There was a very soft noise of something brushing against fabric - oh yea, the tail - as Alastor smiled at Niffty. "Why thank you, Niffty! I feel, well, simply nifty."

"Don't count it yet, let's check dhat readin' ah yours." Angel opened to the first page, mindful of the satin bookmark halfway through, holding it up. "Can you read dhis?"

Alastor tried, and found out he could - the noise getting louder as he made a 'happy deer noise' as Charlie and Niffty joked once. "Ho ho! Why, I haven't been able to see this clearly since 1931 when I got a new prescription! I'd venture to say that this is the clearest that everything has ever been!"

"Ignorin' dhat littl' tidbit for now- you ready ta put on a show?" Angel asked with a smirk.

"I suppose..?" Alastor tilted his head, squinting - nope, glasses seemed to only make this funnier. But Angel wisely kept it quiet as he turned around.

"Alright, yous mugs! Get ready fer a surpise.." Angel paused, and turned to Alastor, "wait, Smiles, do the creepy neck thin- yea, that.." creepy eyes on the back of his head bitch. "Oh, wait! Can you strike a pose - oh dhere's da money maker baby!"

Angel turned back to the crowd, clearing his throat. "Now, please give a round ah applause fer Smiles and his new eyewear!" He stepped away from Alastor.

They saw the back of his head, nothing new, while his body was in a performative pose.

"And- turn, baby! Show off dhat money maker!" Angel encouraged, his hands held up to form a square to 'focus' on Alastor.

Turn Alastor did, a wide and friendly smile on his face, to show off his new eyewear.

Husk spat out his drink. Vaggie's mouth dropped open. Lucifer cut himself while carving a duck. Charlie and Rosie - she'd helped Angel pick out the glasses, of course she was there - were silent.

Charlie was the first to speak, seeing the slow deflation of Alastor's face. "Oh Al! You look amazing!" She stood up with a smile, walking towards him and taking his hands.

"Y- you really think so?" Alastor asked, with a stutter, embarrassed. "I uh.. I have a face meant for radio and all, so I never truly considered getting a new prescription in death.."

"Uh, yeah! You look amazing!" Charlie turned to the room. "Right, everyone?" She squinted her eyes a bit in warning.

"Uh, yeah.. nice eyewear." Husk said, in fear of his life, before quickly starting to chug his beer.

"Not bad, Antlers." Lucifer said, finally mentally saying 'fuck it' and summoning a first aid kit.

"It suits you, truly." Ah, Vagatha.. always so curt with him.

And now, always time for the honest opinion of-

"Why I must say!" Rosie was fanning her face and - was she blushing!? "I wasn't expecting those to be such a perfect fit."

Oh.. oh, Alastor could work with this.

"Really? How so?" Alastor grinned at he moved away from Charlie to prance about - also testing his spacial awareness with the glasses.

"Oh, you know! I just.. glasses, and you, and your.. your immaculate image! I didn't want to up end-"

Alastor was suddenly in her face - nose to nose, for lack of a comparison, good ol' Alastor and ignoring boundaries - and all words died in Rosie's mouth. Oh, oh no - he's hot!

"Up end, how?" Alastor grinned as he asked her - breath of death be damned. "I think these make me look more, hm, articulate with my facial expressions." He batted his doe eye lashes at her. "Don't you think?"

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Rosie had trapped herself, the sound of sharp nails gripping and tearing into upholstery was heard.

And then - this little moment was ruined.

"Yeah! Get it, babies!" Angel whistled and started to whoop.

Alastor pulled away too quick for Rosie's liking, but at the same time she was also relieved.

"Well! If you'll all excuse me," Alastor backed up from Rosie, a smile of - oh, so triumph was what he was going for.. that bitch, "I must prepare for a radio broadcast!" And then, he vanished into shadows.

"Um, Rosie?" Charlie's voice made Rosie snap her head towards her. "Are.. are you okay?" Was she.. smiling?

"Y- yes. I'm.. I'm fine." No, she was not. She stood up, retracting her nails from the chair. "I, have some business to tend to in Cannibal Town! Fair well for the day, all!"

And, she was gone. After a minute..

"Damn, Smiles got a way wit' da ladies!" Angel said with a grin as he laughed. "Did you see dah way dhat chick looked at Smiles? Looked like she was ready for some bow-chicka-wow-wow!"

"Angel Dust, please!" Charlie scolded.

"What? You heard how she grippped Smiles' chair!" Angel laughed. "Oh! Oh man! At least now, I don't gotta teach Smiles how to charm someone! Kid's doing fine on his own!" He was now doubled over.

"Didn't think he had it in him." Husk said, before going to down another drink to get rid of the images the first one disgustingly left him with.

"Guys.." Charlie was trying to get them to stop.

"Seriously. Stop it." Vaggie had to agree with Charlie.

Angel kept laughing. "Hey- hey Luci? What you think? Smiles on top?"

Lucifer gave an ungodly snort. "Guy is definitely a power bottom with her."

Angel was now on the floor. "That's even funnier holy shit!"

Niffty's eye widened. "New lore.." She then rushed off to go write her stories.

"Charlie, let's just leave them be." Vaggie said, guiding Charlie out of the room.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel what if #radiorose #could be #one sided radiorose #also could be #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie

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gumballavocadoharry · 9 months

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Harry and River;

Bedtime routine:

It was striking 8:00 and River was dancing around to Spongebob episode, mimicking off Patrick doing a silly dance. "Alright, Rivie it's bedtime now." "But I'm not-" River was then cut off by a yawn. "Yes you are," I forgot yawns are contagious, "And so am I." I turned off the Tv and picked River up and took him upstairs. "First it's bath time, then we brush our teeth, then story then-"

"Milk and cookies!" River cheered. I gave way to a small giggle. "And maybe some milk and cookies."

I ran the bath, adding in extra bubbles and toys for River. He was in his room getting undressed before coming into the bathroom. River was wrapped in his teddy bear towel, holding it close to him. "Come on baby, let's get you into the bathie," I took the towel and tried taking it off him, only to be fought.

"No daddy! I'm a big boy," River turned away, "In fact, I can get in the tub myself." My heart broke a little more than it should've. "Are you sure?" He nodded, "But I used to change you!" I cooed, I gently pinched River's cheeks, "I changed your diapies!"

"Daaaad!" I was cut off by. And I thought River's threenager stage was over. I turned around while River helped himself into the tub. The splashes made me turn around. "Okay, how about Mr. Bubbles gets in on this?" I made the already overflowing bubbles in the tub, spill over as the mixture of watermelon scented shampoo and body wash only added to the chaos of the tub.

"I'm splash man!" River coupled that with a big splash in the tub that pretty much soaked me. He spotted my unamused look as I was drenched in 'Splash man's' splashes. "River, you're the one taking a bath," I upped my tone as not to sound testy. "Sorry daddy." He contrited. "Oh, I could never stay mad at my pooh bear." I cooed, while rubbing his head.

"No daddy, Imma big boy...." I pouted a little, "You don't wanna be daddy's pooh bear?" River pouted a little too. It was only then I could see just how much our reactions were alike; we shared a puppy dog pout. "I'm no baby!" He squealed. I sat my elbow on the edge of the tub and put my hand to my cheek.

"I know...." I drifted a little, "It's just.....this world can be so harsh..and keeping you a little baby is my way protecting you." Of course not really, but I did nudge my nose to River's own one. "I love you."

"Love you too dada." He flashed this toothy smile that gleamed innocence. "What harsh world daddy?" I gulped a little, eyes wondering towards the floor. "Mean people who'll hurt you for no reason....bad things....crooks, robbers....like the bad guys on tv except much worse."

River looked worried, "Will they eat all my cookies?" I couldn't help but gasp an awe. "No sweetie, daddy will make sure they don't....I'll protect you...forever,"

"Forever and ever?" "Forever. And that's a promise. With every living being and breath!" I smushed my puckered lips into River's chubby cheeks before getting him out of the bathtub and wrapping him in towel. "Go get into your pj's while I empty the tub."

My mind still flickered over the conversation with River I had. I cleaned the tub just....worrying, worrying about the dangers of the world; now and in the future. When River wants more freedom....I get scared. I want him to grow of course into this capable human being, but at the same time I worry about what might happen to him and how I don't want anything to hurt him.

Everytime I think of teenage River, all I can see is those big green eyes who look up to me, asking for a "cookie." I just can't help but kiss him all over his face and just wrap myself around like a thick shield that would defend him to the death of necessary.

After draining the tub, I met River in his bedroom where he was in his pajamas. I lotioned his body and then dried his hair off before plopping River into his snuggly bed and moving rexie in with him. "Who's ready for a bedtime story?" River raised his and rexie's hand/claw. "We are!" River climbed out of bed and snuggled next to me, making me wrap my arm around him.

"What do you think this story's gonna be about?" River scanned over the cover; a duckling, a cat and a goldfish all had umbrellas in their hands. "Playing in the rain?" I smiled, "Well, let's see."

River sucked his thumb through the whole story, eyes glued to what would happen next. "The end," I closed the book and turned towards River. "Wasn't that a great story?" He nodded looking sleepy. "I know what would help....how about some warm milky?" I cooed a little in my baby voice. I brought River up some warm milk in his favorite green and blue sippy cup with triceratops on it. "Are we all set?" I softly said.

"Yeah," River smacked, taking a break from drinking his milk. "And rexie has his milky too?" Rexie nodded. "Okay, well then that means it's time for my big ferocious dinosaurs to get their goodnight kissies." I pressed my lips to River's cheeks before pressing another one to rexie's. "Goodnight my little dino...." I softly trailed off, watching as River gently closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

I went back to my bedroom and silently sketched before my eyes became heavy and found myself drifting to sleep as well.

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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Maybe you should have got a room

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X Female character

CW: Gun violence, bleeding, serious injury, death, deception, screw physics

Word count: Roughly 3K

A/N: Chapter one of And the hits keep on coming

After the events in the Windmill Village Roberto has come up with a way to separate him and Meryl from you and Vash in the form of a Sand Steamer that travels right to JuLai. While you might still have some linger doubts, you're far more concerned with the fact one Nicholas D. Wolfwood is still following behind you and Vash. Clearly intent on making sure the two of you get to JuLai. You've got a lot of questions for the dark haired man you know he won't answer, and in the end you wish you and Vash had gotten a room for the trip.

Two days after the events in the Windmill village, the mood in the truck still very much dour with you and Vash pressed tightly against one another. Neither one of you wanted to share much space with the undertaker after what he’d done. Even when Meryl grows too tired to keep driving, conversations between all of you remain sparse and Roberto has yet to make a comment about departing from the two of you when it comes to traveling.

Nights around the fire are rather silent, even before Meryl would head to the truck to sleep when everyone is still awake, you and Vash sticking closer together. A few more things cleared up between both of you but it still feels awkward with others around compared to how the two of you spent your evenings when you traveled alone. No looking up at the stars, no debates about tacky interior decor, just silence. Maybe that’s part of the reason both of you admitted you felt like the other was pulling away.

Listening to the radio while you look out the window you can't help but wonder what Knives has planned, stealing both kinds of plants, though it does sicken you a little to hear how the red plants are marked for disposal. Even if not everyone knows they’re alive it still makes your stomach churn to hear of living beings talked about in such a way, because at a minimum they know they’re biological generators, which means they are alive.

While Vash is leaning on his elbow, his prosthetic is resting against your thigh with an arm wrapped around you and the seat belt, tapping a random pattern as his fingers twitch. Even he’s getting antsy.

Keeping your eyes out on the horizon you miss Meryl looking into the rearview, where it’s clear the tension between you, Vash, and Wolfwood could be cut with a knife. “Alright, who took whose lunch money?” Hearing her speak makes your gaze travel to the front, head still facing the window and watching from the corner of your eye. Poor girl, after this long the silence must be getting to her.

The radio being turned off has you listening to the front seat of the truck. “If memory serves, there's a sand steamer that leaves from the port ahead. You’ll be able to ride that puppy straight to JuLai.” That’s some good news, and the way Roberto has worded it tells you he’s made his decision regarding traveling together with you and Vash. Time to separate from the reporting duo, at least on the sand steamer you and Vash can sort out what he wants to do once the two of you get to JuLai.

“So are we just leaving our car here?” Oh Penny. You really are too naive for your own good, and if she keeps traveling with Vash and you she is going to end up dead. Far too curious after almost running headlong into a barrage of bullets, so much for that talk about learning from life experience the two of you had a few nights back.

“We’re leaving our gunman and sniper here, Newbie.” The tapping against your thigh has slowed, Vash clearly listening in on the conversation happening in front of the two of you as well. It strikes you as a little strange to be referred to as someone’s sniper, Vash doesn’t even call you his sniper. Than again, he does view you as his partner not property.

“Huh?!” It’d be cute with the way she reacts to the news if it wasn’t for her own safety.

“Gotta get back to headquarters. We could write ten articles on our old pal now, and a few on the little missy.” Hearing that the hand that you had been leaning on clenches a little harder, a reassuring squeeze to your thigh and you swallow. Goddamn you do not want to be written about in some tabloid magazine, just the thought of it makes your body go stiff.

“Wait no-” Roberto doesn’t even give her a chance to comment any further. Cutting her off by addressing Vash directly.

“That good with you old pal?” The sensation of his body shifting under you and the briefest rise and fall of his shoulders with a non-committal hum, almost drowned out by the sound of the truck moving across the sand.

“I thought you were only interested in a story about the Humanoid Typhoon?” Even to your own ears your voice sounds bitter, Vash’s hand moving from your thigh to press against your stomach, an awkward hug.

“And miss a chance to add a story about the Ghost Sniper? Not likely. We’ll leave out the part about you and the Typhoon being a romantic item.” That. Makes you grumble even more, leaning your weight back more onto Vash and dropping your head against his shoulder and letting the hand you had been leaning on drop down onto your lap. At least you’ll soon be out of the confines of this truck and hopefully never sit in it again.

Once at the terminal both of you are quick to hop out of the back seat, giving your legs a stretch while Vash does the same with a few squats, part of you feels bad for having sat on his lap for the past few days but there was no way you were going to have sat next to the undertaker. Far too worried about clocking the idiot after what had happened, you can’t trust him with Vash and you want nothing to do with him.

With his longer reach Vash is grabbing both of your bags, handing you yours by the straps, quickly removing the pins keeping your rifle together before wrapping both pieces in a cloth you keep for such occasions and sliding them inside your bag. It’s the easiest way to keep the large firearm with you and not have security question it, in the past you would have just showed your paperwork at the passenger check in as a bounty hunter. This time with a wanted poster floating around, it doesn’t make sense to present any kind of documentation that identifies you.

After all, it’s how you and Vash can travel together, no one would have thought the infamous Humanoid Typhoon would willingly travel around with a bounty hunter so they always assumed he was a bounty hunter as well. It helped most see peace bringer as being useless in a fire fight given its small size and the belief that the real Vash would have had a far more dangerous weapon.

While the two of you get your gear sorted you don’t miss Wolfwood getting out of the truck and grabbing his weapon either. Right on the money that he was bound and determined to follow the two of you and make sure you arrived in JuLai city. A scowl firmly in place on your face as you watch him, feeling a feather light touch to your forearm.

Meryl.

Turning towards her you can see the frustration in her eyes and it dawns on you, she is far from ready to leave you and Vash. ‘This is for the best Penny. Trust me.’ You find yourself thinking as you give the young woman your full attention. “I guess this is goodbye.” Goddamn she sounds so downtrodden that a part of you wants to reach out and hug her, what is with you lately?

“Nah. Not goodbye Penny.” Reaching out and giving her forehead a brief flick “so long for now.” That sad smile on her face turned into a frown with a quick stomp, probably getting ready to go on tirade about that not being her name. “Just, try and stay out of trouble alright. Otherwise Roberto might ditch you somewhere, then you’ll really be in trouble.”

“Then. I guess. So long for now?” Her voice sounds a little more hopeful, and you just nod at Roberto. This separation is for the best, they aren’t used to the chaos that surrounds Vash, and aren't built to withstand the fallout that comes from the aftermath of the typhoon. You might not be either, but love makes you do lots of things normal people might never consider so you’ll keep walking alongside him.

Vash doesn’t say a word, just watches it all and reaches for one of your hands as you head towards the terminal, which is new. Or at least new when around others out in the open. A reassuring squeeze as you interlace your fingers with his, a reminder that he doesn’t care if the world knows you’re together anymore. Well at least on the outside, you have no doubt that his concern is still eating him inside. Worried that he’ll always be the reason people go after you, and the two of you need to work on clearing the air about that as well.

Inside of the terminal it doesn’t take long to get your tickets to JuLai, Vash doing all the talking while you pull the money out of your wallet. Scowling still as you see Wolfwood at the check in beside you “Oh so no money for the hotel room, but money for the Sand Steamer. Figures, ya damn mooch.” Your words are dripping with disdain for the undertaker and Vash for his part is ignoring your remarks towards the dark haired man.

You can see Wolfwood rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed with you but not wanting to rock the proverbial boat.

“Come on Mayfly” turning back to Vash and his voice subdued, taking his hand once more as the two of you head inside the terminal and up the stairs to go across the walkway and onto the ship, Wolfwood just a few paces behind. At the gangway you can see the reporting duo’s truck still there while you cross, the announcements about boarding ringing overhead about seeing attendants if they need help and keeping the ship on schedule. Some things never change no matter where you are.

Both reporters observe the three of you cross, Roberto leaning against the truck having a smoke, and you can see Meryl turning to snap something at the older man. Yea. Some things never change at all no matter what world you’re on.

“I thought you four had something special” now that the three of you are away from anyone involved directly with how the sand steamer runs and operates Wolfwood starts his comments. A clear dig as far as you’re concerned about the fact both of you are leaving the reporters behind. If Wolfwood could see the way Meryl was already growing on the two of you than this is for the best, she doesn’t need to be collateral damage drawn in because of the two of you.

“Eh. Not really” Vash sounds so aloof as he answers and it helps put your own feelings more at ease. It has been less than six weeks of traveling together with them, and given he’d been willing to risk his life to save the others while you’d been in the grand worm, both of you know it's a necessary lie to say he doesn’t care. He’s put himself in harm's way for people that had tried to shoot him within moments of meeting him.

“Stone cold Needle noggin, stone cold. I would have expected that answer from Sweet cheeks over here but not you.”

“Why you lit-” The only thing stopping you from decking the little shit with his teasing tone is Vash having a firm grip on your hand, tugging you forward when you go to stop and turn.

“I asked you not to call her that. I won’t ask a third time.” His voice is like ice, sending a chill down your spine, you’ve never heard him take that tone with anyone before when it came to you. Wolfwood from the corner of your eye you can see paused mid-step, even if only for a moment before he kept going just a little more distance between the three of you.

While the announcements keep being made you and Vash ignore the waving people on the deck, slowly making your way through the winding parts of the ship avoiding the soldiers for security while heading for the back lower deck to look out over the horizon.

Dropping your bags besides one of the railing and leaning against it. At first Vash seems to plan to stand beside you, at least until a shrug of his shoulders and instead settles behind you, so part of his chest is pressing against your back, his larger frame towering over yours and caging you inside his arms. A comforting presence, that if Wolfwood hadn’t of been there, might have led to a few tender moments between the two of you watching the dunes move by with the wind in your faces.

A brief exhale beside your ear, before his hands are folding over one another to grip one of your hands that was on the railing between both of his. Rubbing circles against the callus and other bumps on your hands that he can feel through your gloves, both of you trying to ignore the other man as he rests his weapon beside him and pulling out his cigarettes before lighting one.

A longer exhale and you wave a hand in front of your face at the smell, feeling Vash adjust his grip on your hand. “So what’s your endgame?” Still staring out into the distance knowing Vash hasn’t turned to face the undertaker either, you're curious how Wolfwood is going to answer out in the open of the sand steamer with regular members of the population walking around.

From the corner of your eye you see him tapping the filter and sending the ashes floating in the air “in what?”

What a lame deflection. “In following us around?” You can feel the warmth of Vash’s breath against the back of your head, even with the breeze created from the sand steamer moving along its route.

“I’m like a cool big brother.” This sounds like the start of another deflection to your ears, trying to distract from the question. “You won’t smash the bullies' skulls so it falls to me.” You let out a noise of annoyance at his words. “Wouldn’t mind a thank you or two.”

“For what? All you’ve done is cause us more problems.” Grousing at him and his logic, you and Vash don’t need Wolfwood to fight your battles for you. Feeling Vash shift, his forehead pressing against the back of your head.

“You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies.” Vash’s voice is so morose, and you move your free hand to grasp the ones he has holding yours. Giving the knuckles a reassuring squeeze. He’s not wrong, and that lesson is a hard lesson to learn, that it’s much harder to let someone live then it is to end their lives.

“Still holding the moral high ground huh” you snarl whipping your head towards him dislodging Vash who's moving his hands so he has both of yours held in his.

“What do you even know about morales in the first place?” Since the undertaker has shown up you’ve yet to see even a glimmer of morales from the man. Just death and destruction left in his wake, he sees this as a job and nothing more. Part of you scolding yourself, you used to be like him, the difference was you wanted to die back then. From what you’ve seen Wolfwood hasn’t given up on his own survival yet.

“Come on” feeling Vash turn his head behind you “don’t you have something you wanna protect more than anything else too?” As he says that he gives your hands a squeeze again, feeling the blood rush up your face at his words and actions. It’s a little humbling to hear Vash make a statement like that and knowing he includes you as something he wants to protect, because you know he’s well aware you don’t need protecting.

“Ah stuff it blondie!” You might not be worried about keeping a low profile but with that outburst you fully expect someone to be watching this altercation. “The reason you’ve survived this long is because there’s always some poor sap there to die instead.”

“That’s a goddamn low blow Undertaker.” When someone gets hurt or dies and Vash is around he takes it to heart. Having it thrown in Vash’s face that it’s his fault is making your blood boil. Knowing your face is pulled into a sneer with narrowed eyes as you watch the dark haired man.

“Or she’s there to pull your ass outta the fire!” Starting to count inside of your head, you really don’t need to make a scene on the sand steamer. When you were checking in you should have spoken up when asked if you’d wanted a private room, at least then you could have shoved a door in his face.

“That’s not what I was talking about at all. You know that.” The way Vash responds makes your mouth snap shut for a moment instead of letting out another blistering remark grinding your teeth in frustration. They’ve talked about something like this before? Then again you were in that grand worm for several hours, it makes sense they would at least speak to one another since it was before everything went down in the village with the windmills. Still wanting to clock Wolfwood for telling Vash he let Rollo down then killing him right in front of your Sunshine.

“It’s called looking out for one another.” This time it's your own voice that is somber as the words echo out before being lost in the wind.

“What the. Oh please, don’t get all pissy, I’m done with your self righteous attitude.” Wolfwood has deflected a little, but he’s still trying to push both of your buttons as he flicks the butt of his cigarette away into the rolling dunes before lighting another and sticking it in the corner of his mouth. “You don’t help either, you go along with whatever he wants.”

Feeling the wind whip up around all of you as it grows stronger turning your head away to keep the fine particles of sand from getting into your eyes, keeping you from retorting back that you don’t just go along with whatever Vash wants.

“Until you can be a big boy and take out your own trash. I’m through listening to” Wolfwood’s berating tone trailing off leaves you curious, even though the wind isn’t helping you try to turn your head back towards him, raising an eyebrow at the change in his demeanor. The look on his face shifting from confusion to one of consternation, undoing the straps on his weapon while looking at something behind you and Vash.

“Run the hell away!” Spinning on your feet, Vash’s Flesh arm partially speeds up the momentum of your own movements so you're flipped around facing away from the landscape. Vision filled with a man in a suit pointing two very strange looking guns at the two of you from ten feet away, even the blind couldn’t miss at that distance and you feel a weight drop in your stomach.

One thing you have to give your life since meeting Vash, everyday is interesting.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #vash x reader #vash x you

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journeythroughlifesblog · 8 months

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Help au chapter 28.

MK had great self-confidence. After all, his mentor Macaque believed in him. This monster is no big deal. Isn't it? After saying the words "monkie kid", he launched an attack on the shadow monster. But when he was about to strike a blow in the monster's eye with his staff. The monster quickly transformed into Macaque. MK was shocked. His mentor stopped the staff and punched MK in the stomach. Pulling from it the golden flame that was MK's power. MK fell to the ground. He supported himself with his elbows. Macaque, who was standing next to him, turned into a shadow and said "you're a really great kid. Extremely nice." The shadow returned to the other Macaque, which was standing not far from the MK. He still held the golden flame. MK looked at it with great shock. Macaque chuckled.

"Really MK, thank you. Eventually everything will return to normal."

"What..." said MK. MK stood up. He tried to lift the staff, but to no avail. He tried as hard as he could and nothing.

Macaque chuckled. "Yet you are not worthy to wield the staff of the great monkey king."

"What... I don't understand."

"You are not fit to succeed the monkey king."

MK was devastated. Macaque's words hurt him. He glared at Macaque.

"What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing. You did this to yourself. Go home. Forget about it all. I'm giving you good advice."

"What?! No! How did I... what?!"

Macaque sighed. "Kid. I don't have time. I wasted too much time on you anyway."

MK clenched his hand into a fist. And he tried to hit Macaque. The dark-haired monkey quickly pushed him away. MK stuck into a rock. Then he was hit with a staff. So that he can't get out.

"Enough of this nonsense. I was counting on you to listen kindly."

Macaque was prepared to strike when suddenly a golden-haired monkey stood between him and MK. The warrior stopped in shock, still holding the golden beam in one hand. MK was also shocked to finally see his other mentor who was in a bathrobe?

"The Monkey King!" MK said. Wukong didn't look at him. He looked straight at the warrior.

"Wukong? What.. what are you doing here? You should be resting.." the warrior said gently.

"Do not tell me what to do!!"

"Sunlight..."

Wukong picked up a stick. Freeing MK with this. MK fell to his knees and quickly got up. Wukong still didn't look at him. For balance, he leaned on a stick. He was very nervous. He was pissed. His eyes were full of rage. Good thing he put the spell on the crown. He felt blood flowing down his face, his hair from under the crown. And the crown crushes his skull. He felt like he wouldn't last long. But he must... The pain was equal to his fury. He focused all his attention on his rage, which helped him stay on his feet.

"Will you tell me what this all means?!"

"I.."

"Is this supposed to be the test?! Kill a kid?! You were supposed to teach him not to kill!!"

"I know, but... let me explain..."

Wukong now saw what the warrior held in his hand. "Macaque what have you done?!!"

"Please... He's not suitable anyway. I understand that you chose him in the heat of the moment... but I found a solution... Everything will return to normal. Just like the old days."

"What are you talking about?! You stole his power!!"

"I did it for you!!" Macaque approached him. Wukong took a step back.

"Don't give it to me! I don't want it!"

"It won't hurt... I promise. You'll feel better. Sunlight" he smiled gently. Wukong was angry and a little scared. The warrior was getting closer to him every moment. Wukong didn't want to do this, but he couldn't move. If he took a step now, he would fall. His breathing was uneven. The heart could break at any moment.

MK didn't know what was going on. Why did the monkey king suddenly appear? Where was he? Why is he wearing a bathrobe? What does Macaque want to do?

It was terrifying.

"Macaque... I don't want it!" Wukong said. The warrior didn't listen. He was aware that the king would be furious, but he forgave him anyway. He did it for him and he won't back down now.

He put his arms around the king. Wukong couldn't move. A flame of golden energy absorbed itself into the king's back. Wukong dropped the stick from his hands and it fell to the ground. Tears rolled down the king's cheeks. They weren't tears of pain, but of relief. The king hadn't felt so... good for ages. The pain stopped. He felt the crown loosen and stop working. He knew he shouldn't feel good right now. His mate had betrayed him, his heir had been wounded and almost killed, but... he couldn't help the feeling... the feeling of freedom from the pain that had been killing him for centuries. The only downside was that he felt tired and maybe furious, which was slowly fading away and making room for the tiredness. The king placed his head on the warrior's shoulder. He grabbed him tightly. The warrior hugged him gently and had a contented smile.

MK just stared. He had a hurricane of thoughts and hoped that his mentor would finally tell him what was happening here.

"How do you feel?" The warrior whispered into the king's ear.

"Tired..." the king stammered "but... free"

"I told you you'd feel better. It's time to go home though..." he said with a gentle smile. The king looked at him. The king's eyes were full of tears. Wukong's expression changed to nervous. He pushed the warrior away from him. He almost fell to the ground. The warrior grabbed him back anyway.

"You think you can get away with this? You hurt my successor, whom you were supposed to train."

"Well... in my defense, I did it for you..."

"I'm mad at you, Macaque."

"I know... but I also know that you will forgive me," he said with a smile.

"You're sleeping outside tonight," Wukong said seriously.

"Which did not"

"Yes. That's it, full stop. And that's not all..."

MK approached them hesitantly and said, "Will you explain to me what just happened here?"

They looked at him. Wukong glared at the warrior. The warrior chuckled nervously. Wukong sighed. He has to finally tell the truth... maybe part of the truth, but still.

"Let's go back home"

The warrior nodded and opened a shadow portal, he was about to walk through it, but Wukong didn't move and said, "MK is coming with us."

"What?"

"Do you think that by taking away his powers he will no longer be my successor?"

"Yeah?"

"NO"

MK felt joy. His (real) mentor is back and at least he won't relieve him of being his successor.

"MK I owe you an explanation"

"Wukong?!"

"He must know! That's all. MK come."

Macaque mumbled something.

MK was slightly confused but glad, he would finally get some answers.

They went through the portal.

Hi 😊, thank you for reading. Yeah finally we got it. What do you think? (Comments welcome)

There will probably be an update every week on weekends, but I can't promise it. I have a lot boring stuff (work, study, etc.) When I will have free time I will be publishing new chapters, some art..

Have a nice day ☺️

Bye.

#lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk monkey king #shadowpeach #sun wukong x macaque #angst #lmk macaque #liu er mihou #this is a cry for help

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years

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Sick mk pushing himself and going to training just to collapse and monkie dad wukong takig care of him

very cute. Wasn’t sure if you wanted a Drabble or headcanons, so I just did a Drabble :0 enjoy!

cw eating I guess?

Was it smart to be running around delivering noodles and making his way over to Flower Fruit Mountain to train, after waking up with a stuffy nose and a cough that shook his bones? Probably not. But time was crucial to MK, who refused to disappoint anyone. Now that he was clocked out for the day, the challenging part arose: making it through hero training without collapsing.

Getting to the mountain was actually pretty easy, but if he was honest, it was harder just doing a warm up exercise. The stretches were fine, but it was things like the situps or jumping jacks that made him feel winded. Wukong took notice of this, hopping off of his cloud and putting his hands in a "t" shape.

"Time out, bud. You alright?"

"Me? Yeah, no, I'm fine! Everything's peachy!" He threw in a pun to try and act natural, however it was evident that the monkey was hesitant to believe him.

"If you say so. In the meantime, why don't we do some light sparring to start? I'll go easy on you."

"I can go all out! I'm only coughing because…uh…I keep breathing wrong?"

"Alrighty," Wukong jumped at MK, however the boy was just fast enough to take out his staff and block him from knocking him over. "Then prove you can go all out."

There was no doubt in MK's mind that his mentor wanted the best for him, however this felt much more aggressive. He didn't want to admit defeat, especially when they only just started!

So here he was, still blocking attacks like a champ, but his aim in striking back was terribly weak. Wukong dodged every single shot with ease, pushing MK backwards until he hit the edge of the rock. MK was standing with just one foot and his staff to balance him, but the other was dangling over the edge. He paused, not moving forward, and felt his stomach turning. It was all too much. All the noises around him became muffled as he started to fall over.

Wukong rushed and caught the kid before he could go all the way down. He then took him back to the main area of the mountain, where his own house was, and set him on the couch. MK wasn't going to quit, that was for certain.

"Hey, sleep well?" Wukong was re-entering the room, cold water bottle and soup in hand. MK was leaning on his elbows, getting his bearings. The boy's bandana was skewed, hair going in every direction, and he was pretty certain that his shirt was on backwards now that he was thinking about it.

"I guess," he paused, then remembering what happened. "Wait, please don't be mad at me, I'm fine, I can keep going!"

"No, you can't. Bud," Wukong sat next to him, looking him in the eyes and sighing. "I admire your dedication, I really do, but you need to take a minute."

"Okay, I'll set a timer!"

"That's not what I meant. No training until you're feeling better. Nose all cleaned out and coughing gone." Wukong furrowed his brows.

"Are you…upset?" The boy muttered, avoiding his teacher’s eyes. Wukong softened his gaze and ruffled MK’s hair.

"I'm not mad at you, alright? But you're the only one that really knows your limits. Pushing past them when you're not feeling good can be super unhealthy. I mean, c'mon, if heroes always did that and never stopped fighting, they'd lose more often, right?"

"I feel bad, though. I don't want to let you down. Or Pigsy. Or anyone, I think."

"You're not letting anyone down. If you want to help others and give them your best, you have to help yourself first. Now relax and eat this." He passed the bowl over to his student, not taking his eyes off of him until he started eating.

MK didn't try fighting it this time, choosing to stay put on the sofa and eating his soup. Wukong was in and out of the room periodically, bringing a blanket or two and even letting some of the monkeys keep MK company.

The sun was close to setting now, and Wukong was on the couch too. MK was laying down with his head resting on one of the sage's thighs, and he was fast asleep. With nothing to do and nowhere to be, Wukong took to working out knots in the boy's hair, checking his face for discomfort and finding none. When he was confident he sorted it all out, he started dozing off too. If the kid was gonna take a minute, he might as well too.

#lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk swk #lmk sun wukong

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quiltedpomegrantes · 2 years

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School!Alex

His uniform is always wrinkled. Messy hair. Work boots or sneakers instead of the approved dress shoes. His shirt is a tad bit small, and if he raises his hand you'll get a sneak peek of a pale stomach, in stark contrast to his tan forearms. Constantly being reprimanded for having his sleeves rolled up. He regularly misses whole days of school for harvesting. Solid B minus or C plus student.

Every school year, a teacher asks him if he's so and so's little brother. That's when you really noticed him. Most people would spit out a yes, or squint in confusion but he always looked so proud. In these moments, he'd have the widest, goofiest grin you've yet to see. He'd only nod in affirmation. The teacher would always internally groan.

Overtime, you notice little things. Like how he only has one dimple. How he has a stripe of pale skin around his wrist from a watch or bracelet. His freckles disappear with the sun. His lunches are always homemade, and typically a thermos of stew is the main course. The way he eats is so unrefined. Elbows on the table, slurping up his spoonful, and everything is gone before half the canteen has even opened their lunches. His clothes smell like the sun and like spring.

Whitney doesn't bother him. Not at all. Alex's older siblings would beat the living shit out of them if they even tried. Although. Now you wonder, with Alex's siblings long graduated, will Whitney even bother to try? If they fought, one to one, they'd be a fair match. Alex wasn't intimidating muscle wise, like Whitney. But you saw him in swim class. He was impressively defined.

Every other day, you'd think about the time you accidentally walked into the boy's locker room. Arms pinned behind his back as he struggled out of his way too tight button up. Toned tan calves lead into pale freckled thighs. More freckles dance across his chest. His swim trunks hung off his hips, giving you a peek of his groin. Red. Bright red. Curly, and thick. Almost as red as both of your faces. You guys would never talk about it. Never. You turned around, and skipped swim class that day.

He wasn't unpopular. He wasn't necessarily a popular kid either. He'd say hi to Robin, and even sat with them a few times. When he'd return or rent a book, (which rarely happened unless it was time for finals.) he'd strike up some small talk with Sydney. Kylar struck him as extremely odd, but he'd awkwardly wave. He had his friend group, mostly composed of kids who also lived in the countryside. And you.

His "favorite person." He'd always want to compare hand sizes, going on and on about how small yours were. He loves stealing whatever hair tie is around your wrist and wearing it. If it was anyone but him, you'd actively die of second hand embarrassment. But he does it with a sincerity you can't help but love.

Pangs of jealousy would shoot through you when you'd notice others looking at him the same way. One time, Robin kept going on about how sweet and charming Alex was. It took everything in you to not turn on them, or belittle them. If it was anyone else, you don't know how you would have reacted. You've liked him since you entered year six, he's all yours. When he was knobbly, lanky, and constantly teased for being a ginger. When he spoke in a country bumpkin way. When he wouldn't even think of swearing.

He was everything to you. Made your stomach clench when he'd wrap his arm around your shoulders. One time, you and his friends went to the beach. Once again, those damn swim trunks. But more than anything else, it was the way he looked at you after you finished changing. Those sincere green eyes, clouded over. His face contorted into an unrecognizable expression. Then his friend whistled at you, and Alex snapped out of it. Whipped his head around and smacked the perv upside the head. Another pause, where this time, he let his eyes slide up and down the entirety of you. A flush spread, wherever he looked, there was a sudden warmth. As if snapping back into his typical self, he ran over and scooped you up into his arms and threw you into the water. You tried to squirm out of his embrace and swatted at him to no avail. The water was cold, but when he came over and held you, the chill didn't mean anything to you.

#dol alex #alex the farmhand #degrees of lewdity #dol pc #dol whitney #dol sidney #dol robin

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shadowqueen402 · 1 year

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How He Met Her (A Maestro Hiccups 2 fic)

This fic is based off of Part 42 of Maestro Hiccups 2 that was written by @kayssweetdreams. It was the part where Reala met Aria, my oc. Hope you all enjoy this.

Reala refused to give up on helping Wizeman take control over Wonderworld and the Awakening Dimension. He wasn't going to let his traitorous sibling stop him this time. After being struck by NiGHTS, Reala immediately grabbed a piano that was nearby and threw it at NiGHTS, striking them.

But…

…What Reala didn't realize was that NiGHTS was dualized with a Visitor named Aria earlier. The impact from the piano was hard enough to cause NiGHTS and Aria to undualize with each other. Aria screamed as she started to fall.

Reala watched everything and his gaze landed on the Visitor that was falling down. His heart was suddenly beating faster than normal. He was feeling a rather strange emotion. One that he had never felt before. Reala never particularly cared for Visitors. But the moment he laid eyes on Aria, he felt this strange desire to want to help her.

Without a moment to spare, Reala flew down to Aria's falling figure and grabbed her hand before she fell onto the rooftop of the mansion, hoping that this will get rid of the feeling he had previously felt. Now that he was close, he finally got a good look at her.

She had wavy, amber brown hair, fair skin, and rosy red eyes. She wore a white, elbow-sleeved crop top over a baby blue shirt, a black denim skirt, and black and baby blue high top shoes. A ring was seen on her left ring finger.

Aria was taken aback at Reala suddenly saving her. Earlier, he was viciously fighting her friend NiGHTS. And now, here he was, preventing her from falling. She found herself staring at the First-level Nightmaren that glared at her.

Reala gently placed her on the rooftop of the mansion where she landed onto her feet. "Uh, thanks?" Aria said, stumbling a bit to regain her footing. Reala just narrowed his eyes at her before he found himself being struck by NiGHTS and he soon heard Kaylo's voice call his name.

Later on, Reala found himself constantly thinking about Aria. And this frustrated and confused him to no end. "Why am I thinking about her?" He asked himself. "She's just a mere Visitor just like the others… But why can't I get her out of my head? It makes no sense! A Nightmaren like me cannot be thinking of Visitors…"

And besides, if Wizeman were to find out, Reala would be in a whole lot of trouble. It always took Reala a lot of hard work to get and stay on Wizeman's 'good' side. But it was really easy to anger and disappoint his master.

Reala did not know anything about the Visitor. In fact, he had never seen what her Nightopia looked like. But NiGHTS did however mention her name: Aria.

Without a word, Reala flew to Nightmare all while finding himself secretly wondering when he would see Aria again.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #crossover #nights into dreams #nights sega #reala #ocs

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shadowofwar-goober · 2 years

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Why You Don't Get Between a Caragor and Their Pup (SoW OC Fic)

The first strike took him off guard. The subsequent blows he could easily counter. When three other blokes jumped in to help their mate, Hûra was knocked off his feet when two kicked his legs out from underneath him while the other two tackled him to the ground.

“Hold ‘em still-!”He almost bit his tongue in half as Hûra elbowed him underneath his jaw.

As he breaks free of the initial hold placed on him, he is pinned once more. His vision blackens briefly as a fist connects with his nose. A white-hot ache blooms between his eyes as blood streams down his chin.

"Ain't so tough when yer not hidin' in the shadows, ain't ya, coward!" One laughs as he kicks the uruk in the ribs.

Hûra curses himself for being so careless. Especially now-!

"Ya think ya can murder our captain an' just get a way with it?!"

Another kick.

"Who the fuck do ya think ya are?!"

Another punch.

Hûra's fingers brush against his hidden dagger. All four uruks take turns in kicking and punching him. A well-placed kick to the ribs leaves him winded and open for just long enough for his blade to be wrenched from its sheath and pointed at his bare throat.

"You assassin types are all the same! Weak, cowardly! Can't handle yerself in a true fight, can ya?!"

Hûra's eyes flickered between his attackers. This is the perfect moment to turn the tides in my favour.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four-

He makes eye contact with a familiar set of mismatched eyes.

Gogat was frozen in fear. His mentor- his savor- was being savagely beaten in front of him and all he could do was collapse to the ground in shock.

When his eyes met with Hûra's already swelling and bruised ones the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes finally fell free down his face.

He was pathetic. No, worse than pathetic. Gogat watched Hûra's face change in an instant. His heart lurched in his chest when one of those vagrants stole his dagger and Gogat couldn't stop himself from crying out in terror as it was drawn towards his mentor's throat.

Their heads snapped in his direction.

"Who the fuck-?!"

Hûra crushed his windpipe between his claws.

Any and all careful plotting and patience was cast aside the moment his charge cried out in distress. Hûra can take a beating- a vicious one- but the moment Gogat made his pain known he couldn't care less what would happen to himself.

Gogat was the only one that mattered in this exact moment.

The surge of protective strength that Hûra received was almost dizzying. He felt like he wasn't fully in control of himself. The way he moved, all the pain that he felt before, everything felt as though it was done by another. He was merely a causal observer to it all.

Bodies piled up and though he was still covered in blood there was only one thing that was on his mind.

Gogat...

A brief moment of clarity struck him as he sunk to his knees before the lad. What if he's terrified of him now? Scared that he will suffer a similar fate? Hûra gulped down several mouthfuls of air before he attempted to speak.

"G-Gogat-"

The young uruk latched onto his neck with his skinny arms, wailing as his shock evaporated into overwhelming relief.

"U-UH-'M SO-ORR-RY-Y-!"

Pain constricted Hûra's breath as Gogat squeezed his ribs, but he didn't dare to show any outward discomfort. He held Gogat tightly, pulling him closer as the lad trembled and apologized over and over again.

No, he has nothing to apologize for. The fault is all Hûra's... Perhaps later, after he has calmed down and helped his mentor with his wounds, would Gogat listen and believe that none of this was his fault. None of it...

Hûra should be the one apologizing...

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primadonnaromance · 1 year

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Prima Donna Romance Season 1 Episode 7: Why All The Plot Twists?

Previously On Prima Donna Romance... Jacob and Shelby's relationship is splintered when Shelby starts going out with Bob Marley, and Leslie being lost in a tornado angers Keshin.

Jacob got up from his desk and walked over to Shelby's desk, near the front of the classroom. She had her textbook open, her laptop open, and papers and pencils sprawled across her desk. He swiped all of the things on her desk away, startling her. She slapped him multiple times, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Mr. Genew rose from his desk, screaming, "What in the world is going on?" He marched to Jacob and Shelby, grabbed them by the elbows, and dragged them out of the classroom. "What is it with you two? Why can't you get along?" Jacob punched Mr. Genew in the shoulder, kicked the back of his knee against his teacher's shin and bit his arm.

Mr Genew dragged Shelby and Jacob into the hallway, setting them down on the floor. Shelby got to her feet and elbowed Mr. Genew in the chest, drawing a gasp of air from his breath and sending him wheezing against the classroom door. The bell rang, students slamming the door in his face as they left. The teacher held one hand over his bleeding nose, and the other hand above his head.

Jacob covered his face with his arms, bracing for the teacher's anticipated smack. Shelby tackled Mr. Genew, wrestling with him a while. The brawl left Shelby tumbling out the school doors, into the parking lot.

Shelby punched Mr. Genew up his neck. Mr. Genew spit on the pavement, twisted his neck and looked at Shelby with a disgruntled glare. He threw his fist back, ready to deliver a final blow to knock her out, a strike thrusted forward to deliver maximum pain into her stomach, an unforgiving bludgeon. He dropped to the floor, a mix of pain and anger on his face as he fell, luckily passing out on a mattress littered in front of the annex.

"What are you doing here?" Jacob said to a group of boys, sophomores wearing black coats, walking up to him. It was Keshin and his crew, the Dimar Hanni. Jacob punched Keshin, looking to knock his chin back with an uppercut, but was quickly rebutted with a series of blows to his chest. Jacob writhed on the floor, gasping.

"Saving you," replied Keshin, obnoxiously. "And seeking revenge. You, Doctor Jones, Shelby. You're all the same. Leslie died because of you." Keshin raised his clenched fist into the sky, as if doing so could help him meet his lost love. Leslie! She had left him too soon. He lowered his fist, but before he could land the punch, Shelby stepped in, shielding Jacob with her fist.

"Hey," Shelby said, punching Keshin back. "I saved you, now get out of my face."

Jacob obliged, running far, far away from school property, deep into the Hisoquerkee suburban areas with the quiet cute homes and hefty farmland, until he made his way to the home of Doctor Phineas Jones. He knocked, and the doctor promotly replied, letting him in. The doctor offered him tea. He took it, and grumbled few words as the doctor invited himself to find a seat on the couch. "Doctor Jones, the school bully is mad at you."

"I know he is," Doctor Jones muttered, to Jacob's shock. "His parents are mad at me too. His father has contacts in the hospital I work at. He could get me fired, sued for malpractice." Doctor Jones grabbed Jacob's shoulder, looked steadily into his bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted Jacob to pay extra close attention to his next words. "You need to fake my death."

Doctor Jones ran into his closet and came back out with a multitude of film things: cameras, stage blood, prop weapons, studio lights and a flimsy paper background of a crime scene. "I need you to stage my death." He clipped the paper background to the wall, propped the studio lights around him and arranged the prop weapons. "Go ahead, do it!"

"I can't stage your death," Jacob cried. Doctor Jones laid down on the floor as if he were actually the victim of a heinous crime and Jacob was arriving on the scene. "You know I can't do that! I'll get arrested!"

"Funny, you don't seem to care about committing crimes as long as you think you can get away with them." Doctor Jones said, reaching into his coat, pulling out a torn-up black leather wallet and slipping it into Jacob's hand. Upon opening the fold-out wallet, Jacob discovered a badge clipped to one of the ends, and a fold on the inside had an ID card. "I'm Phineas Jones, Criminal Control Agency covert operative. You're under arrest for the attempted murder of Shelby Denningford."

"This can't be!" Jacob cried speechless, pain and shock from being handcuffed and dragged to a police car waiting outside paralyzing him from head to toe. The police car was crammed, another convict with a muscular build and more armpit hair sitting in the same place, in the back of the car. "You can't do this!"

"Yes, I can," said Agent Phineas Jones. "I'm not taking you to the police, though this is a police car. I'm taking you somewhere to talk."

"I came to you to help you! You can't arrest me!" Jacob wriggled his arms, struggling to be unbound from the handcuffs. The chains betwixt the handcuffs, like steel serpents—sharp and slithering between his two arms, snapped silently.

Jacob jumped into the front of the police car, tangling his body with the body of Agent Jones'. The car swerved off the road, into a ditch. Jacob heard the engines slowly sputter the final puffs of gas out into the cold air, then fail, then restart... like a heart monitor flatlining, then slowly inclining and declining at steady intervals again.

Before them stood someone whose heart monitor flatlined, then started back up like a car engine. Leslie De Brosse. "What did Keshin do?"

Coming Up On Prima Donna Romance... Leslie lives, and her return into Jacob's romantic life makes Shelby jealous. She wants to leave Bob Marley, but can she?

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gangrenados · 2 years

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Poor little Hood

-When the clock strikes one the bad wolf needs to eat, too bad the little red thing is the only thing near.

Jason x fem!reader

Warning: pegging and Jason calling the reader mommy a few times lol

Request: I think i sent u this already but now that you're asking for Halloween thots, Jason in a slutty little red riding hood costume and you are the scary wolf, pls hed be so down to put on that costume

Jason was still wondering how you got him to agree with this, from the costume to the fact that he lying on your bed, playing with the red tiny cape that was knotted around his neck.

Or you were way too good at being persuasive or he was way too whipped...although he had to admit that thought of his pretty girl fucking him was a bit exciting.

Whatever the case was, you got him to dress in this skimpy, slutty red riding hood costume, the one who you were supposed to wear due to your old agreement, one that you discarded once you realized it would be more funnier if he used the red hood instead of you.

Jason denied to this at first, but God he wasn't able to say no to you. So now he was sat at the edge of your bed, waiting patiently for you to finish to put on that damn wolf costume you were so excited about.

"Hey, should I call you mommy or just by your name?" Jason said out of boredom as he propped himself on his elbows.

"Whatever you prefer it's okay, but mommy sounds good not gonna lie." your back was facing him, the unability of looking what you were doing made Jason shift on his sit with impatiency, drumming his fingers against the sheets and look at all the spots in this half-messy bedroom of yours.

"Okay Jay, we're ready to start." Jason scoffed when you turned around, eyes darting from the fluffy wolf ears that adorned your head to the big pink plastic cock attached to your body by a black harness.

"That shit ain't going to fit."

"With lube and love it will!" you chuckled," if this helps, yours is much bigger than this one." Jason laughs at your confesseion, smiling cockily at your words fueling his ego and making him forget about his early worries.

"Are you trying to wreck me, babe?" Jason wraps his arms around your waist, his usual cheeky behavior showing and you can't help but smile as well

"That's my intention, big boy. Now hurry up and lay down." You say while stroking Jason's boner, leaning down to kiss him. Jason moaned in the kiss, pulling you closer by grabbing your head and pushing you to him.

Your hands were doing wonders to his hard cock, pumping it up and down in such delicious motion that was able to draw some muffled moans from his lips. You chuckled lightly when he buckled up his hips

."Aren't you a needy thing?" You joked as you brushed your thumb all over the swollen head." How about we start now, riding hood?"

"Okay," he said hoarsely, feeling his heartbeat speed up at the feeling of your fingers ghosting over his thighs before opening him up.

"Fuck," he moaned when you played with his balls a bit before running them down to meet his hole, brushing your thumb around it before pushing one finger in.

Jason whined at the new sensation, a small wave of lust washing over him and it didn't took long for you to add another finger. "Mommy," he moaned when you started to finger him properly, caughting you off guard." please." Jason begged and you would be lying if you said that those needy moans didn't made your cunt wet.

"Please what? Use your words" You slowed down your pace gaining a pitiful whine from him.

"Please fuck me." Jason said, his blue eyes shining with desires while his pale cheeks were blushed in a pretty rosy color. Beads of pre-cum covered the head of his throbbing cock.

"Alright,"You nodded, taking a few seconds to recover from that hot scene you had just witnessed, reaching over to put a heavy amount of lube in the strap and settling it between his legs.

Jason's breath got caught in his throat once the plastic tip was pressed against his butthole," Fucking shit," that was the only he was able to say when the strap pushed in deeper in a gentle way. It surely was thicker than your fingers.

"Watch your mouth, boy" You teased him, stopping for a moment before doing the motion again gently so Jason would be able to adapt to it's size.

"Baby you good?" You soothed his thighs with tenderness, waiting patiently for him to come down to his senses to respond.

Jason bite his lower lip, hiding his flustered face behind his arm as he took a deep breath before finding the words to speak.

" Yes, I'm fine." He nodded, a whimper escaping from his lips when your hand groped his throbbing dick." Start, but slow."

With both hands grabbing him by the hips, you started to thrust gently." Ugh, yes." He gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure when you speeded up the pace, getting into a nice steady rhythm that left Jason panting.

He wrapped his legs around your waist, eager for more although hiding his flustered face behind his arm. "you look so pretty like this, taking my cock like a good boy. But there's something missing " You moan, your own pleasure starting to take over you as you lean down to meet his covered face." Let mommy see that pretty face yours, Jay. "

You take away his arm from Jason's face, greeted by a nice view of Jason's blue eyes filled with lust completing the adorable fucked out face he had." Much better!" You cooed, taking the chance to capture his swollen lips in a hungry kiss.

Jason surrounded your neck with his strong arms, not wanting to let go so your kiss would last longer. The new angle this position provided hit a spot that made him see stars.

He was so lost in his own pleasure, chanting your name as prayer while scratching down your back as the wave of pleasure hit hard over him, causing Jason to let out so many pretty sounds and moans just right beside your ear that were able to put you in right path to chase your edge.

It didn't took long for him to cum after that. Letting the white, thick cum fall over his chest making a mess of himself.

"You destroyed me, doll" Jason joked, whining when you pulled out of him due to the sensitivity. He lied flat in the bed, still able to feel that nerve wrecking orgasm working him up.

"You did good too, baby." You smiled sweetly at him when you were taking off the strap to be able to fall beside him. Jason fell on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses that went from your face to your tits before he groped one your boobs while taking his time with the other to suck and play with it.

"Give me a second and I'll return the favor." Jason mumbled before going up to peck your lips with ease, moving away from your embrace to grab the cup of water in your dresser.

And as he was chugging down the liquid, Jason didn't wasted time to add." Flip over and open those legs cause I'm about to eat that pretty pussy of yours, okay?"

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